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Dead man don’t talk
#voxval #staticmoth #hazbinhotel

4 months ago 2254 752 27 2

HOWLS
Ill leave a fat comment later, this chapter is so good and I have so much to say about it

5 months ago 1 0 1 0
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vox did book angel for the whole night, after all...

tw n0nc0n

#staticdust #voxangel #vox #angeldust #hazbinhotel

5 months ago 91 26 3 0

Foams at the mouth 😵‍💫
Bruhh this turned out so hot, the hair grab and Vox's sexy leer distorted in the mirror and Angel's animal fury. Love the horrible gashes that vox's claws left too

5 months ago 0 0 0 0

ITS GONNA BE THE BEST ;;

5 months ago 1 0 0 0

Nerd 🤭❤️

5 months ago 1 0 1 0

MASHA MY GIRLLLL Iysm

5 months ago 3 0 0 0

I forgot to say before the way u did his cock bulge trapped in his tight pants leg is the stuff of dreams 🥴

5 months ago 3 0 1 0
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That sounds wonderful 😭❤️ My daughter and I made homemade meatballs today too!

5 months ago 4 0 1 0
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#valangel

5 months ago 185 63 9 0
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#valangel
lyrics from BANKS

5 months ago 183 63 4 0
Text of: Try to Praise the Mutilated World
By Adam Zagajewski
September 17, 2001

Try to praise the mutilated world.
Remember June’s long days,
and wild strawberries, drops of wine, the dew.
The nettles that methodically overgrow
the abandoned homesteads of exiles.
You must praise the mutilated world.
You watched the stylish yachts and ships;
one of them had a long trip ahead of it,
while salty oblivion awaited others.
You’ve seen the refugees heading nowhere,
you’ve heard the executioners sing joyfully.
You should praise the mutilated world.
Remember the moments when we were together
in a white room and the curtain fluttered.
Return in thought to the concert where music flared.
You gathered acorns in the park in autumn
and leaves eddied over the earth’s scars.
Praise the mutilated world
and the gray feather a thrush lost,
and the gentle light that strays and vanishes
and returns.

(Translated, from the Polish, by Clare Cavanagh.)

Text of: Try to Praise the Mutilated World By Adam Zagajewski September 17, 2001 Try to praise the mutilated world. Remember June’s long days, and wild strawberries, drops of wine, the dew. The nettles that methodically overgrow the abandoned homesteads of exiles. You must praise the mutilated world. You watched the stylish yachts and ships; one of them had a long trip ahead of it, while salty oblivion awaited others. You’ve seen the refugees heading nowhere, you’ve heard the executioners sing joyfully. You should praise the mutilated world. Remember the moments when we were together in a white room and the curtain fluttered. Return in thought to the concert where music flared. You gathered acorns in the park in autumn and leaves eddied over the earth’s scars. Praise the mutilated world and the gray feather a thrush lost, and the gentle light that strays and vanishes and returns. (Translated, from the Polish, by Clare Cavanagh.)

Today in poems I think about a lot, "Try to Praise the Mutilated World" by Adam Zagajewski, translated by Clare Cavanagh

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1 year ago 310 115 8 6

MARSH oh my GOD this picture punched me right in the clit
I think this might be my first comment on anything on this website, and this picture is so deserving
i love the framing and the colors and how sexy dead angel dust looks and val's stupid smug face and ALL OF IT!!!

1 year ago 3 0 1 0
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[cw: DEATH/SNUFF, blood, cuts, nonspecific injuries]

The other day I mentioned #valangel snuff😳😬(kink week thing that turned into vent art with the faves)

1 year ago 139 43 11 0
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My short and sweet entry for Day 1 of #valangelweek2025 Dancing/Strip Clubs
with beautiful art by the lovely @dishlicker.bsky.social 💖

"...he was no longer dancing for himself; he was dancing to showcase Val’s new favorite toy, his finest product."

archiveofourown.org/works/627673...

1 year ago 197 61 2 1