highfemmeicequeen
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Patron saints of bloody murder and tacky gas station keychains. His life is a fucking joke.
Sometimes, when they’re all together, when he’s tripping out on the pills they give him, he has a hard time remembering who’s who. They blend together. Voyeur, viper, venus. What does it matter?
Or: the one where Angel is kidnapped by the Vees and taken on what is best described as a serial killer road trip across America
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Love goes like this: unlocked doors, open windows, cherished bruises to serve as the only memory of his fleeting presence. Love goes like carving unilateral devotion into his own body where no one will notice the fissures. It embarrasses him. It starves him. He can’t stop. Once a month, his room has the whole world inside it. He will never want anything ever again. It would be asking too much.
or: this is what it is to want something badly enough to claw your way out of the story
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i'm a gallery to you by highfemmeicequeen
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon), Helluva Boss (Web Series)
23 Feb 2026
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“Here. Let me unlace you.”
“I can—”
“I do it for all my girls,” Velvette lies. “These corsets are a bitch to get out of.”
The white ribbons are silky soft against her fingertips, which she makes sure to brush across the bare skin of Verosika’s back as she undoes the lacing. She watches her face change in the mirror as she does it—her brows knit together, eyes locking with Velvette’s through the glass. She stares long enough that Vel forgets what she’s supposed to be doing with her hands.
“Do you also look at them like you’re looking at me?”
Velvette Switch Week Day One: Dom & Exhibitionism
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and around every corner is the same night on repeat by highfemmeicequeen
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
17 Dec 2025
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He’d sold off his limbs and his skin and his heart, packaged piecemeal for the public. Val got everything else, scraps of misery and love bundled together until he forgot how to tell the difference between the two.
His mind is the only thing he has left.
or: Angel Dust is in his dressing room, or a bathroom, or an office, or a motel, and it was always going to happen this way.
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the cellar door is an open throat by highfemmeicequeen
Fandoms: Helluva Boss (Web Series)
12 Oct 2025
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“I’m not good for it,” he says. He’s babbling now, shaky voice stumbling over words he has never said aloud. “I don’t know how. I know—empty beds, raised voices. I know she didn’t pick the dress. I know how to shut a cupboard door quietly. I don’t know—“
—how to love you.
“I ruined everything,” he says. “I left Via alone with her.”
or: Stolas finally talks about Stella. It helps, sort of.
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absolute lithops effect (post-sinsmas oneshots) by highfemmeicequeen
Fandom Helluva Boss (Web Series)
12 Oct 2025
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