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sacrifice for all the love i tried to give by DISGUSTIPATED
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
10 Nov 2025
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Alastor appears out of thin fucking air again, which makes Angel jump. He is at least dressed as he usually does, although the state of his closet had Angel perhaps believing otherwise. There's a look in his eyes that he's seen a thousand times before — he isn't all here, right now. Angel sucks in a breath and steps right in his path, so that he can't simply evade him and leave. If his eyes on the door were any indication, that's exactly what he was gunning for, the slippery fuck.
“The hell is all this, Al?” He says, gesturing around the room with each and every one of his hands, and then with a much more sincere inflection, “What's goin’ on with ‘ya?”
Alastor doesn't respond at first, but slowly, his head creaks and twists as he spins it all the way around to scan the room. Then, he fixes his eyes up on Angel. His grin is as wide as it ever is, but it's that stupid fake one, which Angel has come to loathe, “Oh, you needn't worry yourself, dear. I was simply struggling to find a suitable outfit. I have an appointment with Rosie.”
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- Part 4 of i choose to stroll amongst the waste
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He’s being a baby. Alastor’s arrival isn’t unwelcome. He looks over his shoulder briefly, but openly, inviting him to join. Alastor does come closer, until he’s standing directly beside him, and all Angel can see is the knobby points of his knees through his slacks.
Alastor hums, “I hate to be the one to tell you this, Angel, but falling to your death is hardly an option any longer, no matter how appealing it may seem. It would be rather dramatic of you, though. Very theatrical.”
A suicide joke. Classic Alastor. Angel rolls his eyes and snorts, feeling only a little less heavy. He pulls up his knees into his chest and crosses his arms over them, “Be fuckin’ nice though, wouldn’t it? One jump, an’ it’s over.”
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- Part 3 of i choose to stroll amongst the waste
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in my mind, not forgotten (feels as though a tooth were rotten) by DISGUSTIPATED
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
09 Nov 2025
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“...I don't understand what purpose this serves,” He sounds just as frustrated as he does completely resigned to his fate. Angel snorts, and presses a finger to his own lips.
“Shh,” He commands, “Doesn't matter. You don't gotta.”
Alastor wrinkles his nose, “I do not need to be mothered.”
“I ain't motherin’ ya.”
“Then what do you call all of this unnecessary fussing?”
“It ain't fussin’, neither,” Angel is now whisper-shouting, but he quiets his tone with a sigh, definitely not wanting to really get into the details, “Been there, done that, okay? If you don't gotta deal with all this shit totally by yourself, I ain't gonna be the one to let'cha.”
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- Part 2 of i choose to stroll amongst the waste
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got no patience to search for peace of mind by burgundy (DISGUSTIPATED)
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
06 Nov 2025
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It's how he finds himself on the promenade again. He's burned through three cigarettes already, nursing a watered-down glass of whiskey from hours ago. He's trying to hope that it might calm his nerves enough to let him get some sleep in before he has to get up in the morning, but he finds it increasingly unlikely that he'd be so lucky. Angel doesn't know how long he's been out here. He only knows that his chest feels like it's constantly sinking into some bottomless pit, and that he is, in sudden cycles, struggling to breathe around the tightness in his throat that keeps coming and going. He's been fighting another crying fit since he walked out here.
It is also how he finds himself with unexpected company. Senses long attuned, Angel hears him before he ever sees him. He'd know those ominous whispers anywhere.
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- Part 1 of i choose to stroll amongst the waste
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i'll shiver the whole night through by DISGUSTIPATED
Fandoms: 第五人格 | Identity V (Video Game)
17 Jun 2025
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“I’m sorry I had to restrain you that way,” Ada mutters, “You understand that I can’t let you hurt either of us.”
She assumes she’ll be met with silence again, and instead finds a distinct, quiet note of surprise when he shakes his head against the floor.
“...My fault,” He almost whispers, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
It’s an awful sound to hear. His voice isn’t quiet by intent, but rather because it sounds like he’s had his vocal chords raked out of his body. It’s raspy, raw. She can imagine a dozen causes for it. There’s no scarring, so it can’t have been a physical trauma — the most likely option is either from misuse, or from screaming. Her stomach churns again, and this time is potent enough that she clasps a hand over her mouth, just in case she actually vomits. It passes within seconds, though she’s left feeling a bit cold and clammy.
“It’s okay,” Ada instead assures, “I understand. I scared you.”
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i choose to stroll amongst the waste by burgundy (DISGUSTIPATED), DISGUSTIPATED
Fandom Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
11 Nov 2025
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