angel has never experienced a healthy relationship with his sexuality.
when he was alive, he would have had to hide it; maybe a few chaste kisses with guys here and there, maybe a single trip to a basement bar that required knowing the right people and the right password- but never anything substantial, or open, or fulfilling. and even if he could have those experiences, they were dangerous; he’s the son of a high power mob boss, and angel cares so much about his family- about molly- that he would never do anything to jeopardize that.
so when he gets to hell, he’s vulnerable. he’s pent up. he’s spent thirty years in life suppressing his sexuality- but here, with all of the other queers? with all of the people like him? he experiments, and gets a rush because it’s new, and he’s new, and shiny, and easy to manipulate. he has a new body that he needs to understand, anyway, right? there’s no harm in trying things out.
and when valentino gets a whiff of him, when he sees a sparkling new sinner ready and willing to learn in death what he could never have in life, he easily jumps in for the kill.
angel’s foundation of his sexuality is manipulated. it’s not until he meets husk that he, for the first time since he was born, since he was alive, has a sexual experience that’s founded on consent and his pleasure, not just what he’s supposed to like. and that’s terrifying, but it brings its own thrill at the same time. husk is the first person to care about him in public, in ways angel didn’t know he needed, in ways not just focused on coercion or obligation.
I'm falling. I'll crash. I'll burn. I'll sleep.
I'm pathetic. I'm lying in bed, hugging the firmest pillow I have wishing it was someone else. Why bother, I'm not going to have it. I cannot show affection, I don't know how. No one's going to love me. Friends like me out of pity. I am a misfortune upon myself. Had I a gun, I wouldn't be writing this. I'm not lasting til 24, by my ways or hands. Placing my bet here.
Scraptrap: *Dies*
Michael: Timer starts now! When is he coming back? I say two months!
Molten Freddy: That’s bullshit! One month.
Henry: Nah, half a month.
Scrap Baby, sobbing: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! DADDY JUST DIED!
Lefty, scratching chin in thought: One week.
Finally drew Hunter. Surprisingly didn't take that long.
Roxy and Glamrock Chica are Cassie’s mom figures and Glamrock Freddy and Glamrock Bonnie are Gregory’s dad figures thank you for coming to my tedtalk
I'm pathetic. I'm lying in bed, hugging the firmest pillow I have wishing it was someone else. Why bother, I'm not going to have it. I cannot show affection, I don't know how. No one's going to love me. Friends like me out of pity. I am a misfortune upon myself. Had I a gun, I wouldn't be writing this. I'm not lasting til 24, by my ways or hands. Placing my bet here.
Just some practice sketches of Angel.
People in 2707 gonna be quoting this like it was Socrates or something
Sometimes a family is a slutty spider, a drunk cat, and their hellish piglet child
Keith, He/Him, Gay-Cis. Huskerdust mainly but also other hellaverse stuff sometimes.
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