#spidersins

his lips press together tightly at the command, eyebrows knitting together in a frown as he eyed his phone in val's hand before the words tumbled out, . ❛ c'mon val, you know how he get's about shit like this. i know he fucked up, but dontcha think he should at least know where i am? ❜ all four hands gesture aimlessly as he spoke, desperate, restless, as though words alone weren’t enough to carry the weight of his worry for tyco. ❛ i mean, he's your friend too ain't he? and it ain't like i'm gonna go round, just give him a call y'know? just to check he's ok. ❜

the silence was suffocating, and angel’s words began to tangle over themselves, spilling faster just to fill the void. his laugh, brittle and nervous, broke the air. ❛ i mean i can just see his shakespeare lovin' ass trying to pull a romeo or some shit, y'know? ❜

No.

No, when Angel was with Valentino, Tyco didn't get to know where he was. The miserable theatre demon doesn't own Angel-- he wasn't smart enough to seal that deal when he had the chance. Now someone else is knocking on that door, someone whose media and influence grows stronger by the day... someone who's very existence causes Tyco's own influence to dwindle more and more with each film.

Valentino's hand tightens around Angel's phone as the spider becomes more frantic; aimless gestures, a desperate, restless tone, wide and frantic eyes. As far as Valentino was concerned, Tyco's usefulness had dried up. Were it up to him, he'd find a way to kill him for good.

Then Angel wouldn't have a choice but to come to him.

... But Vox insisted that the theatre demon still had use, so Valentino bit his tongue and played nice.

The overlord's eyes narrow. Angel doesn't want to see Tyco. He doesn't want to leave Valentino and go to Tyco... he just wants to hear from him... Ugh, and Angel's right; if that feather-hatted twink doesn't hear from Angel, he's going to come here... and he probably will stand outside of Angel's window and play that stupid little bent guitar.

Fine. He'll take this as an opportunity to show Angel how gracious he can be. "If you really think he's so possessive that he can't spend one night without knowing your every move..." he begins, the annoyance in his eyes fading as a small smirk replaces his sour expression.

"... Then here," he says, offering the phone back.

@spidersins

He agreed to come to this place because there was a free room, free food, and supposed protection from the extermination.

... So why was it that barely a week after this joke of a project gets off the ground (and by gets off the ground he means gets ten feet into the air before getting shot with six different crossbows), the angels are planning a second extermination?

Tyco sat on the sofa, as slumped as one could possibly slump and still have their spine against the back of said sofa, his legs stretched out in the hopes that Charlie's pacing would bring her this way and she would trip, one arm limply by his side while the other was draped around Angel's shoulders.

Why the fuck was this even still happening? Why was she rambling about Heaven cutting their timetable in half?

There was no timetable. Heaven itself heard her idea and told her to get out. As if this wasn't enough of a pie-in-the-sky idea to begin with, the people Charlie thought would become her staunch allies in this redemption arc basically told her: Oh fuck no, and die quicker while you're at it.

With a less-than-impressed huff of air and a quick lash of his tongue, the cyclops tires of watching the princess try to convince herself they weren't all even more damned than they had been. A single claw brushes against the fabric of Angel's arm as he leans more heavily into the spider's side, his cheek falling onto Angel's shoulder.

A flicker of orange catches his attention, and his one eye glances down to see what Angel's looking at.

Ah, quite literal doom scrolling. Seems everyone else is taking the news in stride.

A tiny sadistic smile plays on his face at the sight, prompt followed by a discrete gagging motion when the princess' girlfriend grabs a hold of her and offers her the most forced words of encouragement and fake smile he had ever seen.

♡ it takes everything in him for husk not to let the revulsion show on his face. the feeling of disgust, however misplaced, that his touch would elicit the same reaction as all the other johns angel has gone through tonight. that's not what he's here for. it's not even about him. it doesn't mean anything, it's not genuine, it's an involuntary reaction to the memory of touch followed by bruises.

♡ but, fuck, if it doesn't turn husk's stomach sour imagining it.

♡ " it's okay, sweetheart, " he whispers as he unfreezes instinctively as angel's withdrawal, continuing his gentle touch to his arm. he can easily imagine another touch, far less gentle, grabbing at the same arm to yank him into place. a deep, primal desire to erase that image with his own burns in the back of his head, mirroring it as he carefully applies the bandage to the nasty cut framing the forearm. if only he could replace the memory in angel's head. swap the cruel touch with one of love. adoration. care. but he could drive himself crazy over it.

♡ instead, he redirects his thoughts to the here and now, finishing the first aid by trailing down angel's arm to lift his hand to his lips. he can't fix the scrapes and bruises he finds there, but he can kiss them. maybe it'll help.

She's not planning on pressing the issue with Angel. Not here, not now. Not this time of year. It's too important. Instead, she just greets her friend with a smile, and open arms.

there's no verbal response, a brow arching an the question. for a moment he didn't say anything, his expression unreadable as he stared down at the feline.

then he crossed the space in three confident steps.

two hands moved to wrap around husk's suspenders before yanking him even closer, head tilting down to press his lips against the others. not rushed, not sloppy, but firm enough to leave no doubt that he’d missed him.

when he finally broke away his lips lingered, voice low and rough with relief as he asked ❛ an' where the fuck did you fuckin' go off to? ❜

The feline grew worried; he went on a tasking job with Alastor... and it took far too long. He was the bait, perusal. Of course, he had to do what his boss wanted him to do. Looking over Angel, he was worried he would be mad at him. But once those arms wrapped around his suspenders and yanked him, kissing him, he melted, kissing him back. With a small hum, he held Angel close, claws wrapping along Angel's body, taking in that kiss as if his life depended on it. Once Angel moved away, he looked over his boyfriend.

bitting his lip, he sighed, " Al needed me for somethang, and it took longer than expected. I shoulda called you, but I dont know how to use those dang phones. I dont blame ya if you're mad at me. "

I wanna give a little shout-out to my fellow angels! I know duplicate anxiety is a big thing in the rp community, but I want you all to know I adore all of your takes on this silly little guy and I love to sneak read threads, headcanons etc. I'm glad we're mutuals and it's so cool to share a community with people who are also deep in the hazbin brainrot >:) a smooch for all of you 💋 HAPPY FUCKEN BIRTHDAY ANGEL DUST!!!!

my single muse moots

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and my multimuse bitches!

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aaaaaand some love for my angel rp people who I am not mutuals with, and of course for anyone I have forgotten to tag! especially my multimuses, if you write angel but I haven't tagged you I apologise, I am simply forgetful 🥲 but I love you ALL!