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Hello sweet sinners
After a long wait, I have finally decided to reveal my DTIYS/WTIYS in honor to hitting 3k on Twitter and 1.5k here on BlueSky!!
Down below is the AMAZING graphic made by @paranoidinpink.bsky.social along with the text!
#RadioApple #AppleRadio
Rules will be listed down below:
I LOVE THAT SONG
12.10.2025 17:57 — 👍 155 🔁 33 💬 3 📌 0
Day 4
#ClubConsentWeek #hazbinhotel #zestial #carmillacarmine
Day trip to lulu land 🎪 🎡 #lucilith #charliemorningstar #hazbinhotel
14.02.2025 00:23 — 👍 1268 🔁 378 💬 7 📌 3![Back in Angel’s dressing room once filming concludes with seven more manuscripts Travis has handed him to prepare for the coming month, it’s obvious Val’s exited some kind of writer’s block. He’d been in a rut, topics wise, with his writing before this. Had been for years. Thumbing through the scripts after changing back into his clothes, Angel’s pleasantly surprised by the range. It reminds him of what their relationship used to be like.
He’d been thinking about asking Val…something…for years now. Not thinking, exactly, Angel hadn’t let himself really bring himself to hope. But with everything going on…there can’t be a better moment than this. And Niffty’s right - love can show in your actions.
Angel’s wanted to move back in since he left. He knows Val wants him back. All Angel needs to do that is an assurance that things can be good for them again.
Angel exits his dressing room once everyone else has gone, going to Valentino’s private quarters on the same floor. The moth attendants let him in, and Angel spots Val sitting on the couch facing his television, his back to Angel. Once the doors close behind him, Angel gets right to the heart of the matter. “What if I didn’t have a contract?”
Val greets Angel’s question with silence at first. The distance between the couch and the door yawns between them with each second that ticks by. After a few moments, Val’s pruned antenna twitches, and he turns his head slightly to the side, as if to hear Angel better. “You have a shoot downstairs, since your week off starts tomorrow,” he says instead of answering Angel.
That momentarily distracts Angel. “Huh? I only asked for tomorrow night, and the day after for, uh, Extermination Day.”
Val lifts a hand above the couch back so Angel can see him wave it. “You can thank Vox and Vel for that. Something about having you refreshed and ready once I’ve written out all my genius fucking plans.”
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Back in Angel’s dressing room once filming concludes with seven more manuscripts Travis has handed him to prepare for the coming month, it’s obvious Val’s exited some kind of writer’s block. He’d been in a rut, topics wise, with his writing before this. Had been for years. Thumbing through the scripts after changing back into his clothes, Angel’s pleasantly surprised by the range. It reminds him of what their relationship used to be like. He’d been thinking about asking Val…something…for years now. Not thinking, exactly, Angel hadn’t let himself really bring himself to hope. But with everything going on…there can’t be a better moment than this. And Niffty’s right - love can show in your actions. Angel’s wanted to move back in since he left. He knows Val wants him back. All Angel needs to do that is an assurance that things can be good for them again. Angel exits his dressing room once everyone else has gone, going to Valentino’s private quarters on the same floor. The moth attendants let him in, and Angel spots Val sitting on the couch facing his television, his back to Angel. Once the doors close behind him, Angel gets right to the heart of the matter. “What if I didn’t have a contract?” Val greets Angel’s question with silence at first. The distance between the couch and the door yawns between them with each second that ticks by. After a few moments, Val’s pruned antenna twitches, and he turns his head slightly to the side, as if to hear Angel better. “You have a shoot downstairs, since your week off starts tomorrow,” he says instead of answering Angel. That momentarily distracts Angel. “Huh? I only asked for tomorrow night, and the day after for, uh, Extermination Day.” Val lifts a hand above the couch back so Angel can see him wave it. “You can thank Vox and Vel for that. Something about having you refreshed and ready once I’ve written out all my genius fucking plans.” [ran out of alt text room, see link in reply]
![Angel squeezes his hands so hard that all four hurt, metaphorically gripping onto his courage with all his might. “But it would change one thing. The contract…hurts. It’s hurting me.”
“You like being hurt.” Derisive. Dismissive.
“I do, yeah.” Despite his accent growing heavier, Angel steadies in his resolve in the face of Val’s cruelty - Val still hasn’t truly faced him. “But this is different hurt, hurt that makes me feel things I neva thought I’d feel. Hurt where I wanna forget I’m with you so that I don’t have to hurt anymore. Val, I don’t want to wanna forget my time with you. Being with you didn’t hurt before I signed the contract. I still love you, I still want to be with you, I still want to work, please, I just…I don’t want a contract anymore.”
Val sighs, put upon, head lolling back with exasperation before turning an eye over his shoulder, the man’s beautiful profile on display for Angel. “You don’t see what good it’s done for you?”
“The contract didn’t do anything good for me, Val.” Angel throws his hands back down to his sides now that he’s in Val’s sights. He lifts his chin, the anger he’d so carefully shelved away for this conversation threatening to take the forefront, but he holds strong. “Everything that’s been good for me came from you, not that piece of paper. You wouldn’t have drawn up that contract if you didn’t want to do what you’ve done for me. What you’ve done for me because you love me.”
Allowing a pause, Angel waits for Val to refute. He doesn’t. Vulnerability, something Angel has not seen on Val in a long time, shows on the half of Val’s expression in Angel’s view.
Angel fills the silence when Val doesn’t.
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Angel squeezes his hands so hard that all four hurt, metaphorically gripping onto his courage with all his might. “But it would change one thing. The contract…hurts. It’s hurting me.” “You like being hurt.” Derisive. Dismissive. “I do, yeah.” Despite his accent growing heavier, Angel steadies in his resolve in the face of Val’s cruelty - Val still hasn’t truly faced him. “But this is different hurt, hurt that makes me feel things I neva thought I’d feel. Hurt where I wanna forget I’m with you so that I don’t have to hurt anymore. Val, I don’t want to wanna forget my time with you. Being with you didn’t hurt before I signed the contract. I still love you, I still want to be with you, I still want to work, please, I just…I don’t want a contract anymore.” Val sighs, put upon, head lolling back with exasperation before turning an eye over his shoulder, the man’s beautiful profile on display for Angel. “You don’t see what good it’s done for you?” “The contract didn’t do anything good for me, Val.” Angel throws his hands back down to his sides now that he’s in Val’s sights. He lifts his chin, the anger he’d so carefully shelved away for this conversation threatening to take the forefront, but he holds strong. “Everything that’s been good for me came from you, not that piece of paper. You wouldn’t have drawn up that contract if you didn’t want to do what you’ve done for me. What you’ve done for me because you love me.” Allowing a pause, Angel waits for Val to refute. He doesn’t. Vulnerability, something Angel has not seen on Val in a long time, shows on the half of Val’s expression in Angel’s view. Angel fills the silence when Val doesn’t. [ran out of alt text room, see link in reply]
![Angel inhales deeply and makes himself breathe it out slowly. He has to see this conversation through without letting himself be baited, and without letting himself give up on baring everything to Val - because if he fucks it up on either front, the answer will be no. “A difference that ain’t gonna bother you, I mean. Because I don’t wanna be a burden to you. I’d be better at not being a burden if I hurt less, y’know? I want to be better, it’d help me be better.”
“Angel, a big part of why we had you sign that contract is because you have episodes where you don’t take care of yourself.” Val turns away from Angel again, facing forward once more. “I know you don’t remember all the times I’ve had to clean up your fucking messes, the times you tried to double die, the times I’ve had to cover for you with clients and clubs and bars, but I fucking do.”
“I’ve been sober for weeks. Almost a month.” Saying it out loud, it feels like nothing, but Angel sees Val put his phone down and his hope soars - Val knows Angel, knows how huge that is.
“Good. You’re going to keep that up,” Val says, and it’s phrased in such a way that Angel can’t tell if the contract will make Angel pay additional consequences if he relapses or not.
Trying to put that out of his mind, Angel adds, “And the last time I tried to die—” as far as Val knows, anyway, “—was the party when the millennium turned, on New Years.”
Val turns his head only a quarter of the way toward Angel this time, scoffing. “You’re telling me if your soul was released from your contract, you’d be responsible?”
“I’m sayin’ I didn’t sell my soul for thirty years before I gave it to you. I’ve never once asked for it back because I, I know how serious it is, Val. And I know that you wrote it up and had me sign it out of love for me.” Angel steps forward, wanting to wrap his arms down Val’s front from behind, hang off of Val right where he sits on that couch, but he holds back.
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Angel inhales deeply and makes himself breathe it out slowly. He has to see this conversation through without letting himself be baited, and without letting himself give up on baring everything to Val - because if he fucks it up on either front, the answer will be no. “A difference that ain’t gonna bother you, I mean. Because I don’t wanna be a burden to you. I’d be better at not being a burden if I hurt less, y’know? I want to be better, it’d help me be better.” “Angel, a big part of why we had you sign that contract is because you have episodes where you don’t take care of yourself.” Val turns away from Angel again, facing forward once more. “I know you don’t remember all the times I’ve had to clean up your fucking messes, the times you tried to double die, the times I’ve had to cover for you with clients and clubs and bars, but I fucking do.” “I’ve been sober for weeks. Almost a month.” Saying it out loud, it feels like nothing, but Angel sees Val put his phone down and his hope soars - Val knows Angel, knows how huge that is. “Good. You’re going to keep that up,” Val says, and it’s phrased in such a way that Angel can’t tell if the contract will make Angel pay additional consequences if he relapses or not. Trying to put that out of his mind, Angel adds, “And the last time I tried to die—” as far as Val knows, anyway, “—was the party when the millennium turned, on New Years.” Val turns his head only a quarter of the way toward Angel this time, scoffing. “You’re telling me if your soul was released from your contract, you’d be responsible?” “I’m sayin’ I didn’t sell my soul for thirty years before I gave it to you. I’ve never once asked for it back because I, I know how serious it is, Val. And I know that you wrote it up and had me sign it out of love for me.” Angel steps forward, wanting to wrap his arms down Val’s front from behind, hang off of Val right where he sits on that couch, but he holds back. [ran out of room for alt text, see link in reply]
![That puts Angel on edge. He can’t think of a possible reason Val would be taking this angle in their conversation. “Charlie? The fuck would she want my soul for?”
Val fully looks at him, humorless, smile dropping.
Angel’s heart pounds and he says, “She fucking hates deals. Turned one down with Alastor first day he showed up, only made one when he tricked her into it.”
Val’s eyes light up and. Hm. Maybe that wasn’t something Angel absolutely had to share.
Oh well. Too late for him to worry about that now. Taking yet another big breath, Angel makes himself refocus, which has become more and more difficult for him as the weeks go on. “Even if she wanted it, she can’t take it,” Angel says. “Souls have to be given. If my soul becomes mine again…it’ll stay mine. I’d never give it up again, I promise.”
The openness in Val’s gaze flutters shut, and Angel’s hope plummets, pulverizing into nothing when it hits the ground. Val faces forward again and stands. “I can’t believe after all this time you’d test my love for you.”
Angel’s heart jumps to his throat, choking him, making it hard to breathe. He wants to argue that he isn’t testing him, but he can’t. It’s true despite Angel's main intentions to gain clarity, gain hope, gain autonomy.
Val’s wings tuck around him as he spins to face Angel, cold rage on his face. “I will do whatever it takes to get you in line. That’s how we got here, that’s how we got this life. Everything you like about the work is here because of the contract. How many times did I have to harness your sorry ass into line?”
Angel tilts his head just slightly up to make eye contact with Val. “You’ve threatened to throw me away,” he whispers, heart aching with all the times Val cursed their contract and Angel for requiring their separation to be mutually desired; with how painfully tight Val’s clutches were the few times Angel has genuinely wanted to part ways.
Val looks like he’s been slapped.
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That puts Angel on edge. He can’t think of a possible reason Val would be taking this angle in their conversation. “Charlie? The fuck would she want my soul for?” Val fully looks at him, humorless, smile dropping. Angel’s heart pounds and he says, “She fucking hates deals. Turned one down with Alastor first day he showed up, only made one when he tricked her into it.” Val’s eyes light up and. Hm. Maybe that wasn’t something Angel absolutely had to share. Oh well. Too late for him to worry about that now. Taking yet another big breath, Angel makes himself refocus, which has become more and more difficult for him as the weeks go on. “Even if she wanted it, she can’t take it,” Angel says. “Souls have to be given. If my soul becomes mine again…it’ll stay mine. I’d never give it up again, I promise.” The openness in Val’s gaze flutters shut, and Angel’s hope plummets, pulverizing into nothing when it hits the ground. Val faces forward again and stands. “I can’t believe after all this time you’d test my love for you.” Angel’s heart jumps to his throat, choking him, making it hard to breathe. He wants to argue that he isn’t testing him, but he can’t. It’s true despite Angel's main intentions to gain clarity, gain hope, gain autonomy. Val’s wings tuck around him as he spins to face Angel, cold rage on his face. “I will do whatever it takes to get you in line. That’s how we got here, that’s how we got this life. Everything you like about the work is here because of the contract. How many times did I have to harness your sorry ass into line?” Angel tilts his head just slightly up to make eye contact with Val. “You’ve threatened to throw me away,” he whispers, heart aching with all the times Val cursed their contract and Angel for requiring their separation to be mutually desired; with how painfully tight Val’s clutches were the few times Angel has genuinely wanted to part ways. Val looks like he’s been slapped. [ran out of room for alt text, see link in reply]
How I imagine a #Valangel conversation between the last two episodes of s1, before Angel fights in the Extermination…why would Valentino let him go?
#HazbinHotel
potentially the last of Angel’s vulnerability.
CW the upswing in the cycle of intimate partner violence (psychological abuse)
part 1/2
ヴェル様
19.05.2024 18:49 — 👍 95 🔁 35 💬 0 📌 0
I thought this was already the 4th chapter but I guess we're just on number 3!
Enjoy! Angel is being an asshole to Husk for literally no reason this is your fair warning! 💕
archiveofourown.org/works/719027...
#valangel
Like Gravity....
#Lute #HazbinHotel #HazbinLute #HazbinAdam slightly #guitarspear
Track #6 - Ruin the friendship
With teen Blitzo and Fizzarolli 🥹
🤕
#StaticRadio #Voxal
maybe this will shut him up
#HazbinHotel #Voxval #StaticMoth
‘The only soul who’s ever completed you’ 🖤⚔️
Lute warm up sketch 👀
#HazbinHotel #HazbinHotelFanart #HazbinHotelLute
Commission for @squeakymoth.bsky.social ! Thank you so much for being patient while I finished it! This was such a fun request! I love them so much. 😭 #HazbinHotel #HazbinHotelFanart #VoxVal #staticmoth
07.05.2025 22:42 — 👍 117 🔁 40 💬 8 📌 1
#LuciferWeek2025 Day 4: Tail/Horns
#HazbinHotel #HazbinHotelLucifer
Kinger from the amazing digital circus in the hellaverse style
KINGER + Hazbin Hotel 🎪 🛎
kinger in the Hazbin Hotel style Fanart 👑
#kinger #HazbinHotel #pomni #hazbinhotelseason2 #Hellaverse #HelluvaBoss #theamazingdigitalcircus
(7/7) just finished the MAIN CAST!
please don’t kill everyone babe…you’re so sexy… #emilute #hazbinhotel
17.09.2025 12:42 — 👍 509 🔁 113 💬 12 📌 0
アラハス
20.07.2025 12:40 — 👍 24 🔁 11 💬 1 📌 0
This is technically for Day 3 of Club Consent Week, Hypnosis, also just a wip 😅 I need more time to write.
#clubconsentweek #huskerdust #husk #angeldust #hazbinhotel #hellaverse
You're brain is massive, Nilla.
#radiohusk
🍂📚_Such a gentle day to share a story together
#HelluvaBoss #HelluvaBossFanart #Stolitz
You're so clumsy, my dear.~
#HazbinHotel #RadioStatic
#Vox #Alastor
Some Old alatsor nun request sketches I found and cleaned up a bit 🤲
03.10.2025 15:35 — 👍 674 🔁 166 💬 22 📌 2
Eepy babies
#hazbinhotel #serapherd
Spider Dust 🕸️✨
#HazbinHotel #HazbinHotelFanart #HazbinAngelDust #HazbinHotelAngelDust #AngelDust
Hazbin Hotel fanart for the song "Gravity" from season 2. Lute is bent slightly, angrily crying as she clutches her face. A vision of Adam is flying behind her. There's cracks in the background.
The rage in me is terminal.
There's no remedy but to burn 'em all!
#HazbinHotel #StarlightArt #HazbinHotelLute #HazbinHotelAdam
Snippet from the latest chapter in Hunting Lessons au~ next chapter will be up sometime this month!
#radioapple
"Gravity!" 😇
My first time drawing Lute also!
#SkellasArt #HazbinHotel #HazbinHotelLute #HazbinHotelAdam #Lute #Adam
Commission #vox #voxassistant #pissplay #hazbinhotel #nsfw
12.10.2025 12:35 — 👍 18 🔁 5 💬 1 📌 0
引っ張りだこ
12.10.2025 17:39 — 👍 106 🔁 16 💬 0 📌 0
A rare, happy Husk.
11.10.2025 12:33 — 👍 612 🔁 161 💬 8 📌 2
