Husker Hazbin Hotel - Tumblr Posts

Me: oh yeah, my crushes are pretty normal. It’s not that bad.

A drunk 75 year old cat with wings and the voice of Kieth David : [exists]

Me: FUUUUUUCK

Could you write list of characters you write for? Since it would be much easier if people know who they can request!

Oh yeah good idea lol!

•hazbin hotel:

The entire hotel so ask away!

Vox

Velvet (disrespectfully,Valentino can go die)

Lucifer

Adam

lute

The seraphims

•helluva boss

Bltzø

M&m(together or separately)

Fizz and Ozzie (together or separately)

Stolas

Mammon

Beelzebub and vortex(together or separately)

Loona

•beetlejuice

Keatlejuice

Musicaljuice

Toonjuice

•ASTV

The spot

Hobie(<333)

Miles(either one!)

Dilf Peter

Miguel

Rio(milf‼️‼️‼️)

Peter noir

•the avengers

Tony stark

Steve Rogers

Bruce banner (not enough fanfics for him)

Scott lang

Peter Parker

Wade Wilson

Bucky barns

•DBH

Connor

Markus

Hank‼️

North

Kara

Luther

•fourth wing

Xaden

Violet

Dain

Rhiannon

•crave

Grace

Macey

Jaxon

Hudson

Flint

Remy

Calder

•inside job

Brett

Reagan and Ron(together or separate)

Gigi

Andre

Myc(👀)

Rand(I question your taste)

JR whatshisname

Robotus

For scientific purposes, what is everyone’s weirdest “hear me out”?

Me first:

Human Husker x human male reader

Inspired by “strangers in the night by Frank Sinatra”. Fluff fluff and more fluff. Implied coitus. Implied age gap.

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You were walking home one day from work at about 10:00 pm, as usual, when you saw a particularly handsome older man coming towards you. You clear your throat “excuse me, you look familiar…are you perhaps a friend of Dorothy?” You fiddled with the bottom of your shirt and pursed your lips nervously. “Why yes I am. Why?” He looked at you skeptically, snarling a little. This only made you and your questionable taste in men blush. “Well so am I! No need to be uhm…defensive.” He chuckles and holds his hand out for you to shake. “They call me husker” “they?” “Forget it. You drink, kid?” You look down at your watch and figure that it couldnt be that bad to hit a bar.

___

You find yourself running your hand through huskers thick curly hair. He snored contently as you cuddled against him. You went to get up to make breakfast but he pulled you back down. “You gonna leave me just like that? Damn I thought we had somethin” he jokes, pulling you back into bed. “Well I was gonna make breakfast but if you insist…” you attempt to entice him to let you go but it is clearly not working. You picked up the brand new roto phone on your side table and called in sick with your boss and rolled back over to face your new boy toy. “Husker?” You ask as you rest your head on his bare chest. “Yeah?” He runs a hand through your hair. “I just wanted to tell you for snoring sounds like purring.” He pushes you off of him and chuckles. “I ain’t no cat! You know, breakfast does sound good after all…” you reach out to him and do the grabby hands. “Noooo come back!” You laugh and get up to follow after him.

Strangers in the night, in love forever, it turned out so right, for strangers in the night.

~~

A/N: THERE ARE NOT ENOUGH HUMAN HUSKER FICS RAHHHHHGGGG anyway constructive criticism is encouraged and appreciated thank you for reading :) (also yes they stayed together in hell shhhh)

Hey folks have some huskerdust !! 🕷️♥️

“I know, I know Legs. I just need to ask you something.” Angel’s eyes scrunch closed and the rest of his expression crumples as he whines out, short and low. Husk hovers his hands over the mottling of bruises and cuts that litter his torso, some still sluggishly bleeding. He itches to bandage them up, but stays himself with the sobering thought that Angel is used to guys touching him when he’s unconscious.

“Angel.” He tries again. Angel shakes his head minutely. “-on’t wanna.” He whines.

“Look at me please? I just want to check that it’s okay that I touch you. You know it’s important to me.”

Angel, with a long, juddering sigh, pulls himself from the cusp of sleep and blinks his eyes open. He frowns, glaring a little as he yawns into his hand. Husk waits patiently at his side, knees beginning to ache with being pressed against the hard wooden floor for so long.

“I told ya I don’t care what you do when I come back doped out like this, Whiskers. Not like I’ll remember it. Hah!” His laugh comes out rough, like it hurts to push from his lips. Husk shakes his head.

“And I told you it doesn’t matter if you’ll remember it or not. I’m not going to be another man who takes advantage of you.” He says, carefully enunciating each word so the message gets through.

Angel curses and flops over onto his side which draws his face infinitely closer to Husk’s own. He meets his eyes with a burning, lidded gaze. Husk keeps his posture relaxed, but his tail puffs at the sudden movement.

“Yer a softie, Husk. I don’t think ya could take advantage of me if you wanted to.” The words are coupled with a rickety, slapped on grin. Husk desperately wants to just shake him until he gets it through his big thick head that that’s not the point. It doesn’t matter what he thinks, it matters what he wants. Does he want Husk touching him after an abusive, grueling shoot? That’s what Husk’s asking, not if he ‘trusts’ him. He sighs.

“You didn’t answer my question. Can I touch you? Just give me an answer and then you can go back to sleep. God knows you’ll be needing it.” And it’s true. Who knows what Val has in store for him tomorrow? He’s better off getting all the rest he can get, while he can.

Angel appraises him with a long, considering look. There’s a lot going on behind his eyes and though Husk is aware of the fact of it, he can’t begin to try to fathom what exactly his thoughts are in this moment. He simply sits back on his heels and awaits his verdict. Every so often his eyes are drawn down to the mess of Angel’s torso. It’s not an intentional thing, but he can feel his hackles rising with the need to Fix It. Husk crushes the feeling down.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity but in reality couldn’t have been longer than five minutes, Angel closes his eyes.

“Yeah. Yeah Husk, you can.” He says, voice as small as Husk thinks he’s ever heard it. It’s strange to hear him so soft when usually he overtakes rooms with booming confidence; he even looks small, now, tucked into himself and using all of his arms to hug himself close as he hunches over.

He doesn’t- maybe he can’t- look at Husk when he speaks. Husk takes the words for the olive branch that they are and nods.

“Okay. Thank you, Angel. S’ all I needed.”

Angel just nods, curling further into himself for a moment before abruptly turning onto his back and feigning sleep. They both know he’s awake- he’s not snoring as loudly or as endearingly as he would if he truly was asleep- but Husk doesn’t call him on it, just reaches down to the first aid kit he’d dragged over in his initial protective rage and starts unpacking the necessary materials. Alcohol (not the fun kind), gauze, tape, and Angel’s preferred- though he’d never tell you it- heart-patterned bandages.

Another glance at Angel’s stiffly unmoving form reminds him that he hadn’t even had time to remove his makeup before passing out from exhaustion. Smears of glittery pink decorate his eye sockets, smudged from what Husk can only assume were punishing bouts of sweat and exercise. Husk pushes down the surge of indignation this thought elicits and smooths Angel’s hair back, thumbing for a moment near his hairline, before standing.

“Be back in a sec. Forgot something.” He keeps his voice low, tries for soothing but probably achieves something more like a dying wood chipper. Angel- who had up until that point been tightly coiled, as if expecting a blow- eases into the cushions at the sound. He hums, “Mmk. Thanks.”

Husk doesn’t respond lest Angel figure out from the cadence of his voice that Husk doesn’t need to be thanked. That he wants to do this. That he likes it.

It’s just- Angel always looks so at peace in these moments. The usual tension in his body melts away leaving nothing but the rawest and purest version of him. Husk loves that version of him, and he loves that Angel trusts him enough to show him it.

Husk returns after a minute or two with a pack of makeup wipes, Angel’s preferred brand, that he’d bought not too long ago precisely for moments like this. Angel was always complaining about glitter getting into his eyes when he forgot to take his makeup off and Husk saw an opportunity to Fix It. There’s not a lot in Angel’s life that Husk is able to help with, but this is something. And he jumped at the chance.

Angel is snoring lightly, right back at the cusp of oblivion that Husk had so heartlessly torn him from before. He sniffs and turns toward Husk when he settles back at his side, curling slightly into his warmth. Husk can’t help the smile that infects his features at the movement.

With careful, callused fingers, Husk begins to dab at the cuts on Angel’s torso. He’s not sure how to feel about the fact that Angel only flinches at the initial sting, not the rest of the painful swipes. It speaks to a depth of experience with this kind of thing that Husk vehemently dislikes the thought of Angel having to go through. Sure, in theory he knows Angel’s been subjected to this bullshit for decades, but to see it spelt out like this? So clearly and heartbreakingly? Husk has to take a moment between cleaning and bandaging the wounds to collect himself.

Angel whines when he takes his hands away.

“Easy. Easy, Legs.” He wants to call him ‘baby’ but isn’t convinced enough of Angel’s unconsciousness to chance it. Angel huffs.

The rest of the bandages go on easily enough, with minimal protests from Angel- which, somehow only seem to occur when Husk pulls away- and Husk smooths a healthy amount of bruise cream on each of Angel’s visible bruises. He’s almost certain there are more hidden beneath the- admittedly skimpy- clothing Angel is wearing, but is unwilling to undress him like this.

Pulling the surprisingly fluffy throw blanket from the back of the couch, Husk drapes it over Angel’s form, smoothing the sides down and tucking his arms beneath its warmth so he doesn’t wake up cold.

Husk is methodical in his cleanup of the first aid supplies, drawing each movement out so that he has more of a reason to stay in the room. To look at the rare smooth openness of Angel’s expression.

Once finished, he sets the kit to the side and picks up the makeup wipes, pulling one from the pack and pinching it between his pointer and thumb as he leans over Angel’s face. He moves one hand to cup his cheek, and the other to begin swiping lightly across Angel’s left eyelid.

Angel flinches a little at the unexpected contact, eyelids fluttering as his expression scrunches, disrupting the smooth peace Husk had so adored. It strikes something sore within Husk to watch.

“Hey. Hey, you’re okay, Baby. I’m not gonna hurt you. Go back to sleep.” The ‘baby’ slips out, Husk just can’t filter his words as carefully when Angel is so close, and so clearly hurting.

Angel’s expression smooths at the sound of his voice, at first fractionally, then all at once. It’s a gift to witness.

He leans his cheek further into Husk’s hand and Husk, unable to curb the small chuckle that bursts from his chest at the sight, smooths his thumb underneath Angel’s newly cleaned eye.

This is perfect. If life was fair and they were free this could be their normal, their everyday intimacies, indulged in unrestrained bliss. Husk allows himself to live in the thought for a moment before moving to clean Angel’s other eye.

He doesn’t flinch this time, simply sinks into Husk’s hand as it cradles his face and tips his right side towards him. Husk lets his fingertips linger against smooth, cool skin as he works. Swiping tenderly with each pass, as if Angel were something worth treating carefully.

Husk finishes his work without fanfare and, with an indulgent, lingering press of his lips to Angel’s warm forehead, he stands.

Only to nearly keel over when he meets Angel’s own, lidded- but OPEN- eyes.

“FUCK!”

Angel laughs, but it’s small and syrupy. Real.

“Thanks, Babycakes.” He offers, reaching his arms above his head in a stretch before settling back, deeper under the covers. “You sure know how to treat a guy. Careful what you offer, though, okay? Might end up with a junkie on your ass if it's too sweet.”

Husk understands what he’s really trying to say and shakes his head.

“Any time, Angel.”

Uh-oh have some more; i have a problem ! Huskerdust pt. 2 🕸️❤️‍🩹

It’s stupid. Really, it’s fucking insane, nonsensical, and the worst goddamn idea Angel’s had since he sold his soul. Still, though, he can’t stop humming the song.

“I’m a loser, baby…” He sings to himself, curled around Nug as he stares out his window into the neon lights and building fires that ever burn throughout the city. One thing he likes about the hotel- aside from actually having people who care about what happens to him, and a safe (and free!) place to sleep- is that he can’t see Val’s from his room's window. He can fall asleep without his sword hanging over his neck, without the constant reminder of what he’s allowed himself to become.

Before tonight, before Husk’s surprisingly uplifting little song and dance number, Angel hated most of what he was. Yeah he likes sex, but he doesn’t like being a whore. Doesn’t like being Val’s whore, especially. 

And it didn’t make anything better, not really. Not in any way that matters. But it was nice to smile at Husk and not be expected to put out for it. To dance and sing without a leash, and instead gentle fleeting touches to guide him through the steps.

Angel curls further into himself, Nug makes a soft squealing noise at the jostling. 

Husk was so careful with him. They were on the side of the goddamn street, next to a puddle of bum-puke (which Husk had prevented from getting on him!!) and Husk chose to be kind with Angel. What an idiot. What a gentleman.

They’d never work out, Angel has to remind himself of that when a shiver of a feeling he’d thought had long been fucked or beaten out of him by now works its way through his body. Warm and sugary. 

Both beholden to contracts they’d signed, pets to egotistic psychopaths entirely too eager to make them suffer. What now feels so comforting could very quickly turn into something agonizing and painful. Plus, Husk doesn’t want him. He’s made that abundantly clear by now. Sure he’s being nice now that Angel’s ‘respecting his boundaries’ or whatever but the boundaries are there for a reason. He doesn’t want Angel. So much that it makes him uncomfortable if he gets too close.  

Angel can feel his eyelids getting heavy, but there’s a jittering in his chest that signals a rough night. Shit, even with a night as good as this one, he can’t sleep in peace? 

He’s a loser. Damaged goods. Maybe he’s not alone, but fuck if he doesn’t feel it right now. 

Nug wriggles out from the lax cage of his arms and jumps off the bed. 

***

There are texts from Val waiting on Angel’s phone when he wakes up. 

He was right, it was a rough night. Only managed a cool three hours of fitful tossing before his alarm rang for the hotel’s ‘daily activities’. Say what you will about him, he’s nothing if not punctual (and Charlie had looked real pitiful when she asked him to come down in the mornings more, it’s really impossible to say no to her face). 

The texts are a long eternity of scrolling pink. Angel sighs at the few words he manages to catch as he makes his way to the top, “whore” (unoriginal), “bitch” (overdone), “ungrateful” (points for accuracy), and a whole myriad of other demeaning things that his exhaustion addled mind can’t be assed to fully compartmentalize.

He didn’t know how much he’d miss being called “baby” in that smooth low baritone until now; being called all the regular stuff makes his stomach churn in comparison. Or maybe it’s just who’s calling him what. He’d let Husk call him whatever he wanted if he kept being all gentle with him. Shit, it hasn’t even been a day and he’s already mooning like a whiny romance protagonist. Eugh. 

Looks like he’s got another long shoot today. He’s expected over in an hour or so, and Val had signed off with an “xoxo” which really means “or else”. God, he’s really punishing him for stepping out of line this time. Angel can feel a twinge of something in his back as he stands from his bed. Even with an enhanced body, fourteen hours nonstop took it’s toll, and it’s just going to get worse from here. He winces to himself and moves to rub at the sore spot. “Fuck.” He mutters, casting around for a decently sexy outfit so Val doesn’t have another thing to nitpick about. 

It doesn’t take long, after the first several years of coming home sticky and itchy Angel had curated his closet to be both sexy and comfortable. Every piece strikes that balance perfectly and nothing clashes when combined. He’s quite proud of it actually, but it’s not something that comes up often in conversation so he doesn’t really ever have the occasion to brag. 

Husk is- as he always is- shining glasses behind the bar when Angel makes his way down. One has to wonder if the dishes he’s cleaning are actually dirty, or if he just needs something to do with his hands. Angel would put a lot of money on the latter, no one here- even with all the alcoholics- could possibly go through glasses that fast. 

Husk’s eyes dart up to his when the stairs let out a sharp creak, announcing his presence. With a small, private smile he waves him over.

“Mornin’ Angel. Fancy a drink?”

It’s really pathetic how much Angel has to fight to not give in. Not to walk over and settle at the bar, letting that warm, even voice soothe all his decades old aches and pains. He smiles, but it’s tight and untrue. Husk glances down at his lips for a moment, frowns, then goes back to shining.

“Sorry, Kitty, got a shoot. Raincheck?” He hopes he says yes. What he would give to be able to see Husk at the end of the- long, painful and entirely exhausting- day and share a drink. He’s never been to heaven, never even tried thinking about what might be up there because, well, look at him. It’s not really his kind of place, is it?

Still, though, a drink with Husk at the end of today’s misery has got to be pretty damn close. As close as Angel can ever hope to get, anyways. Husk sets the newly polished glass down, and leans against the countertop.

“Sure thing. I’ll have a cosmo waiting.” Angel can tell he wants to ask, that he wants to say something about Val and the fact that this is the second day in a row Angel is going in for a long shoot. About the bruises that are still visible, having just started purpling against Angel’s skin. But he doesn’t, he bites his tongue and offers what solace he can. The feeling that bubbles beneath Angel’s skin at this realization is hot and dangerous. 

He nods, curt and with another stiff smile before scurrying off. He hates that Husk has seen him like this. 

“I can’t wait.” Angel mutters- more to himself than anything- at the cusp of the doorway. 

And it’s the gospel goddamned truth. 

***

It’s late, definitely later than whatever ballpark time Husk had in mind when he accepted the raincheck for tonight and though Angel knows Husk’s not really one to give much of a shit about punctuality-  when you have eternity ahead of you, ‘on time’ becomes pretty damned relative- he still feels like shit for keeping him waiting.

He’s fidgeting in the back of a sleek, pink limo Val had been kind enough to provide him when, at the end of today’s shoot, Angel had found himself frighteningly unable to walk. Of course, nothing is ever free in this unlife, so Val had taken a cut of his earnings to ‘compensate himself’ for having to cart Angel around, when, if he’d just done as he was told, he wouldn’t have gotten himself hurt enough to need it. 

Angel doesn’t want to buy into the idea, but Val has a point. He needs to be more careful if he’s going to continue being of any use to the hotel. As much as he pretends to be an uncaring freeloader, something itches beneath his skin at the thought of actually becoming one. He can pull his weight. He can pull his goddamned weight.

The limo swerves in front of the hotel and lets him off with little fanfare; Angel gingerly picks his way up the hill to the large front doors, wincing and trying to ignore the stabbing agony going on below his waist with each step. 

He doesn’t expect to see anyone when he walks in, it’s late, and they have ‘redemption’ exercises to do in the morning; even Husk has to have a bedtime and it’s late enough that Angel assumes the time has already passed. Hell, if Angel didn’t have work today he’d probably be asleep by now. 

And yet- as he tiptoes past the threshold, gently pulling the door closed behind him- Angel hears a low rumbling sound. The lights in the lobby are off, as expected, but there’s just enough ambient light to reveal a small lump curled up on the couch. Upon closer inspection, Angel realizes that the sound is purring, and the lump is Husk. 

“What the fuck…” He mutters to himself, as Husk’s purring is interrupted by what Angel can only describe as a hitching snore before resuming with even more force. His wings, which have been wrapped around himself in a facsimile of a blanket, tremble and shudder with the power of the vibrations. Angel has to strangle the coo that tries to escape his lips at the sight. 

Fuck, that’s adorable. He really is just a kitty underneath all that jaded bullshit, huh. Unwitting, Angel’s hand reaches out to coast over the fur on his head. Not quite touching, but close enough to feel the warm shudder of contented purring. It’s enough to make Angel forget about his injuries for the moment, too enamored with the rare sight of a pleasantly sated Husk in the throes of sleep. 

Alas, the bliss of the moment is short-lived, and before Angel can tug his hand away, Husk snatches it out of the air, scrambling up into a sitting position to glare at him and hiss. Okay, even his hissing is kind of cute, but that might just be Angel’s fucked up-ness talking. 

“Hey… Huskie…” Angel eeks, trying to pull his hand away from Husk’s bruising grip. His body’s already got its work cut out with his other injuries, it doesn’t need more paltry bruises to expend its energy on. 

Husk shakes his head and, after a moment, his eyes clear of the film of sleep. Once he recognizes Angel in front of him, he drops his arm, as if burned. 

“Fuck, Angel. Y’can’t sneak up on me like that.” Having regained his senses, he takes a moment to apprise himself of the state of Angel, eyes roving critically over each exposed patch of skin in the dim light. His expression gradually hardens as he becomes more and more aware of just how much damage there is to contend with. Angel, desperate to talk about literally anything but his bleeding body laughs hollowly.

“Yeah, sorry man. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you sleep before, though, did you know you purr?” Husk gives him a blank look at the obvious attempt at deflection but, after a moment, shrugs and scoots over, patting the space beside him on the couch. “I was aware. Must’ve passed out waiting for you.” He scratches at the chops of fur just below his chin as he speaks, seemingly unconcerned with what he’s just said. That he waited for Angel to come back so they could have their raincheck; that he waited up and Angel was late. 

Angel feels a little sick, the mixture of butterflies and sinking despair in his gut creating something entirely new, and entirely nauseating. He winces, but settles on the couch, curling into himself. “Sorry about that, Tuts. Got a little caught up at the studio… Y’know you didn’t have to wait up, right? We can always raincheck another day.”

It’s quiet for a long, excruciating moment, before Angel feels Husk’s eyes on him again. He can’t bring himself to meet them, instead staring further into the relative safety of the knotted wooden floor. Husk sighs.

“I know. I wanted to.” 

Oh. Oh, fuck. Angel is infinitely thankful for the fact that the lights are off because he can feel the aggressive flush working its way up his cheeks and knows it would be incredibly obvious, if it isn’t already. He coughs into one of his hands. 

“But… I was late…? It’s- it’s like four AM. I wouldn't blame you for just going to bed.” Angel isn’t really sure why he’s arguing with Husk about this, all he knows is that none of what has happened since he walked into the hotel has made any goddamn sense, and it’s making his stomach churn. Husk’s tail swishes, hovering lightly over the span of Angel’s hunched shoulders, not touching, but close enough to feel. 

Finally, after another long minute of silence, Husk speaks.

“I just wanted to make sure you got back okay.” Part of Angel swoons at the gentlemanly sentiment, the rest of him bristles at the implication that he needs that. That he can’t make sure he gets back okay on his own. That he’s weak. He whips around to glare at a startled Husk. 

“And you don’t think I can get myself back safely? Fuck you, man, I’m not some weak little damsel in need of saving.” He spits. Husk shakes his head, eyes wide at the vehemence in Angel’s words. His hand raises from his lap- perhaps to reach out, to comfort- but at Angel’s expression, he brings it to his own arm to rub at his tricep sheepishly. 

“Stop putting words in my mouth, Angel.” He scolds, brows furrowed, “I don’t think you’re weak, I just don’t want you to feel like you’re facing this alone.”

Angel scoffs and turns away. Evidently, that’s the breaking point for Husk, because he huffs and snarls, “What? I can’t care about you?” There’s a static to his movements, a ruffling to his fur that indicates real irritation. For some reason, that makes Angel angrier. 

“Not if you’re not fucking me! Not if you don’t get any fucking thing out of it! Fuck!” His wounds give a valiant, biting twinge at the end of his sentence, causing Angel to hunch over himself and press a hand against his side while he struggles to catch his breath. Through the haze of agony, he hears shuffling, and feels the couch straighten as Husk rises to leave. 

Good fucking riddance. Angel knew it was all talk. He knew it. 

His breaths remain ragged for a long time while he tries to get ahold of himself again. Enough, at least, that he can drag himself back to his room. He curses Husk, but more so he curses himself for getting himself into this situation in the first place. What was his one rule? Don’t get attached, don’t let them lure you into thinking they care because they never do, and you’re just going to end up getting your feelings hurt if you keep being stupid about it. 

The pain does not abate, even as his thoughts spiral ever downwards into despair. 

After an excruciating, indeterminate amount of time, he feels the couch dip again and, unwilling to face whatever well-meaning do-gooder it is this time, Angel shakes his head. 

“Leave. Me. Alone.” he grits, each word more painful than the last. The person does not leave.

“Are you gonna let me help you now, or is it going to be another fight?” It’s Husk’s voice. He’s back. Fuck, why is he back? The noise of confusion that bursts from Angel’s lips is entirely unwitting. He opens his mouth to offer a scathing rebuttal, but can only manage a soft groan. Husk scoots closer. He’s warm. Fuzzy.

“Just nod or shake your head. Can I touch you?” Angel takes a moment to think about it, but has to acquiesce to himself that if he doesn’t let Husk touch him, he’s going to be in agony for the rest of the night. With great effort, he nods. A heavy breath punches itself from Husk’s lips, fanning warmly across Angel’s head. 

“Okay. Good. I’m gonna lay you down so I can get a better look.” Angel desperately wants to make a joke about the phrasing of that, but doesn’t get the chance before he's being manhandled onto his back. It’s a familiar situation, but the usual spike of fear in his throat is noticeably absent this time. Angel doesn’t dwell on what that might mean. 

Husk works quickly and efficiently on Angel’s wounds, soothing him with a warm hand through Angel’s hair whenever the pain gets to be too much- punching miserable little sounds from him- and keeping his touches strictly clinical. When he finishes, he sits back on his heels with a sigh. Settling back at the other end of the couch and allowing Angel his personal space again. Angel’s eyes feel surprisingly heavy. He catches a soft look from Husk before they flutter closed. 

Husk chuckles, soft and low.

“See? Doesn’t always have to be a fight.”

Hey Folks enjoy a radioapplehuskerdust thing I did with sex repulsed Al who facilitates everything; a little raunchy so will just post the link here haha

Part 3 of my prev 📻🍎 oneshots

why do people simp for husk? he’s a fucking cat

anyways why is Val so hot????

I meant general relationship hcs! Can I request for hcs of what they’re like on a date when you're done with my request? Thanks!

What Stolas, Husk, Blitzo, and Alastor are like on dates

Of course! I’ll finish this first since it’s what I thought what you meant originally, so I already made some of it!!

Stolas

- Oh my! You want to go out with him? Well, then he might as well prepare an entire festival for you!!

- But in all seriousness, he’s quite over the top. But at the end of the day, he kind of prefers to stay indoors and just decorate.

- But it’s pretty 50/50, depends on his mood! He’ll either treat you to a fancy restaurant or just decorate his dining hall for you, and end the date off with you two heading to the bedroom. ifykyk

- Despite being a horny bastard, he’s quite the gentleman on dates!

- He’ll always be courteous to you, opening each door for you and paying the bill.

- He’s pretty good at giving compliments, you gotta admit. He knows just how to fluster you!

- But say anything back and he’s lovestruck, beet red, and turned on.

- He thinks you look absolutely ravishing, no matter what you wear! You’re his queen/king/royal, how could you not be stunning?

- Very good with small talk, but he can get burnt out if you don’t talk much. Just make sure to seem interested in him and you’ll have a great time!

Blitzo

- He’s.. quite creative, you have to admit!..

- His dates are rarely something as simple as getting lunch. Nono, he wants them to be memorable.

- So, what’s his idea of memorable? Hmm..

- Sneaking into a horse riding class on earth. Murder. Arson. Treason. Theft. Public indecency.

- So yeah.. have fun with that!

- But at the end of the day, one of his favorite things to do with you is just kick back, relax, order some food, and cuddle on the couch while watching shitty romcoms.

- He doesn’t really care what you guys do, honestly. You guys could literally be sky diving and he’d just be happy to be with you.

*LITERALLY FALLING FROM AN AIRPLANE THATS HUNDREDS OF FEET IN THE SKY*

“OH SHI- Hey, have I ever told you how pretty your eyes are?”

- But at the same time, he likes it when dates mean something.

- For example, murdering your ex together!

- But seriously, he loves to just spend time with you in places you went to when you were still in the crushing phase.

Alastor

- Oh boy! He’s quite the gentleman, he’ll take you anywhere you want! It’s not like anyone can turn him down!

- Loves dancing with you, he’d absolutely adore to go on a date where you two just dance to his favorite songs!

- He’s always dressed to the nines! And by that, I mean dressed to the 1900s!

- Not particularly a fan of newer fashion. But hey, he’d be more than happy to fetch you some clothing from his time period if you so wish!

- He spoils you absolutely rotten! You are his one and only, after all!

- Oh, what’s that darling? You’d like some dinner? Why, of course! He’d say, before going on a killing spree, on the search for the perfect meat. Only the finest for his beloved!

- Would absolutely melt if you cooked for him.

- He actually enjoys cooking with you! He’s pretty good at cooking, and by that I mean he’s good at cooking people.

- All in all, he’s a classy guy who likes to show his darling the finer parts of this afterlife!

Husk

- Let’s get one thing straight. He’s just not really all that romantic of a guy.

- But hey, if you want to go out, then who is he to deny you?

- He’d be more than happy to spend some of his hard-earned gambling money to treat you to a lovely dinner at the local bar.

- He’s gotta admit, he loves the way you get so happy whenever you go out together.

- And my god does he love to see you dressed up all fancy, just for him. As much as he is a grump, he’s really fell for you!

- If you go shopping together, he’ll act annoyed when he has to help carry your bags, but if you offer to carry them all by yourself he’d act like you’re asking too much of him.

- He also acts reluctant to spend money on you out of embarrassment, but he refuses to let you pay for anything.

- He may be a bit of a gentleman with you, but that doesn’t mean he’s gotta be happy about it!

- He really likes going to bars with you. Shots on him, obviously.

- To give him the benefit of the doubt, he’s really trying to be a gentleman, but don’t expect him to last more that an hour without getting blackout drunk.

Husk x reader general relationship headcanons

Requested by our lovely Platypus Anon!!

- Still acts like a douche, but tries to tone it down around you.

- He truly does care for you a lot, but never shows it through words.

- In his opinion, actions speak louder than words, and he’s not the affectionate type.

- So, how does he express his love for you? He spoils you whenever he can and spends as much time as he can with you!

- If you catch him on a good day, and you're lucky enough, he's more than happy to do some magic tricks for you.

- He'd teach you some card games and magic tricks, he'd act all annoyed when you messed up but would literally be such a good teacher LMAO

- He’d shy away from PDA, the most he’d do is wrap an arm around you.

- But, in private? He’s pretty touch starved.

- This man is literally a cat. What do you expect?

- He’d obviously be able to respect your boundaries, but if it’s an option, he’ll occasionally cling onto you!

- Like an actual cat, he has certain days where he doesn’t want to be touched at all.

- But, on the other side of things, he also has days where he’s a bit more soft and affectionate with you!

- He’s still a bit of a douche, so don’t expect him to be all lovey-dovey.

- On a good day, when he’s feeling a bit needy, he’ll try to hint to you that he wants your attention.

- He is WAY to embarrassed to admit when he needs some loving, so he’ll just do subtle things to get your attention.

- But, if you call him out on it, he’ll absolutely play dumb.

- You’re the only person he purrs around. Please, don’t use this against him..

- Would get a bit angry if you talked to much about your relationship to others, as it makes him very uncomfortable.

- Quite a bit protective, but not to an extreme.

..Let’s just say his claws come in handy when someone just won’t take no for an answer..

- Goes bar hopping with you often, it’s always a bit chaotic, but you always end up having a good time.

- He’s bashed an empty bottle over the head of a particularly flirtatious demon before. And he’ll do it again.

When your friend says to act natural.

Enjoy a meme idea I came up with on yet another caffeine induced whim

I can't animate or figure out how to make animatics but I NEED an animation/animatic of Huskerdust set to Movement by Hozier!

My basic idea is that Angel is practicing some floor work for a pole dancing routine late at night and Husk stumbles across him, watching the spider's graceful movements in awe. Around the second verse, Husk makes his presence known (on purpose or on accident) and Angel invites him to dance with him.

Inserting my dank self into the chaos that is Hazbin Hotel

can i sweetly ask for husk x reader angst,,, where the reader has been on work mode as of late thus having them a silly lil arguement (i love tormenring myself 😝) until they decide to make it up/explain why they were so busy later on 👉👈 (maybe a lil makeout session too in the end if you will) :333 tyy!

Overworked! GN! reader x Husker

A/n: You’re so real for this tbh, this was actually pretty fun to write !! My favourite little alcoholic grumpy cat fr ദ്ദി(ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

Warnings: mild angst, argument, light talk of alcohol/alcoholism, light makeout near end

Fluff✔️ Comfort✔️ Angst✔️ Smut❌

You arrived back home to the hotel later than usual, you weren’t quite sure when you started to refer to this place as your home but it felt right to do so.

As soon as you walked through the doors you were greeted with a glance and a raised eyebrow from Husk, your boyfriend, as he cleaned and polished some glasses behind the bar. Most likely shutting everything down for the night.

You sigh, slumping down on one of the barstools as you waited for him to finish up what he was doing.

“You look like shit.” Husk observed, setting a now clean and sparkling glass down as he moved on to polishing up the next one.

“Yeah, thanks. That makes me feel so much better knowing my boyfriend thinks I look like shit.” You grumbled back, still quite irritated from the day you had. Your boss was constantly on your ass and making unsolicited remarks about basically everything you did or didn’t do, so coming home and having Husker do the same thing wasn’t exactly helping the situation.

He was a little taken back by your tone, usually you weren’t so sarcastic with him. You saw him pause (hehe paws) what he was doing for a few moments before resuming, trying to remain unfazed.

“All I’m saying is it looks like you had a shitty day..” He mumbled

You rolled your eyes in response, not bothering to say anything else because you knew whatever came out of your mouth next probably wouldn’t be so kind.

But, Husk continued...

“It also feels like I haven’t really been able to just hang out with you in a while.” He commented making you look up from the bar countertop and to his gaze that was already on yours with a glare.

“Well maybe if you wanted to see more of me, you wouldn’t be getting drunk everytime I’m finally off work” you said, your tone snippy which drew a frown out of Husk.

“So now this is my fault?” Husk asked, being slightly sarcastic when he spoke

“Are you implying it’s mine?” You asked back incredulously, the sarcasm seemed to have set you off more which in turn, was making Husks temper flare up as well.

“I never said it was, you’re just being snippy.” He called out as he narrowed his eyes at you. Of course you knew you were being snippy, you couldn’t help it and now you’ve dug yourself into a bit of a hole here.. you and Husker were both very stubborn demons..

“Y’know what? fuck you.” You said without thinking, sliding yourself off the barstool to come around the bar. Wanting to face him properly as you two continued on with your petty argument.

You glared up at him and he glared back for a few seconds before suddenly sweeping you up off your feet and placing you down on the bar countertop and before you could even say any word of protest, his lips smashed against yours with his ears pinned back against his head

Your eyes widened in surprised for a few beats before letting them fall shut, kissing him back and essentially taking all of your anger out in said kiss, arms wrapped around his neck with his wrapped around your waist in turn.

It quickly turned into a makeout session, an angry makeout session would be a better word for it.

Your hand found the fur on the top of his head and gently tugged on it as your tongues pressed up against eachother, causing him to grunt in response

You were both panting when he broke the kiss off, you had both tired yourselves out as he leaned down to press a few kisses to your neck, making you whimper in response. Husk smirked at that.

Once he was done peppering kisses to your neck and collarbone he pulled back, hands still resting on your waist as he did so.

You sigh, meeting his gaze and smile meekly, feeling guilty for your previous actions and words. “I’m… sorry for all that. I’ve just been super stressed and busy with work lately and I shouldn’t be pining all the blame on you.” You apologized genuinely.

He nodded “it’s alright.. I’m also sorry. I’ll work on prioritizing you more. I missed you” he apologized as well, returning your smile.

“I missed you too.” You wrapped your arms around him in a hug, he chuckled and hugged you back, squeezing you when you squeezed him. You couldn’t help but notice the fact that he was purring slightly… clearly you were both content with how this little argument of yours had ended.

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 ◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞

ᯓ★ 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐲

Would you be ok doing one with Husk and a plus size, insecure reader? It's ok if not. Sorry for the lack of detail👉👈

Plus sized! Insecure! Reader x Husk

A/n: OMG OFC !? ⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

Warnings: None, just some fluffy headcanons !! It is written with an afab! reader in mind though

Fluff✔️ Comfort✔️ Angst❌ Smut❌

🍺🃁 I don’t think Husk would realistically give two shits about what you look like to be honest, if he finds you pretty/handsome then you’re good to go lmao

🍺🃁 So hearing you say you don’t like the way you look is beyond him, probably wouldn’t understand why because in his mind there’s just more of you to love.

🍺🃁 But he does understand having insecurities, so he’d go out of his way sometimes to hype you up and make you feel good about yourself ♡

🍺🃁 “You look so good, baby”

🍺🃁 Also, thick thighs?? Tits?? Mghhhffnn,..

🍺🃁 this mf likes having something to grab onto what can I say?

🍺🃁 Put a tight fitting dress/jeans on and he would be sneaking glances at you all night, he loves when you wear stuff like that

🍺🃁 Husker does wish you were more confident in yourself because he thinks you’re stunning

🍺🃁 He also does NOT care about any kind of stretch marks or cellulite. he has bigger things to worry about than if his partner has something completely normal on their body

Please do not repost, translate, or plagarize any of my fanfictions/writing/headcanons without permission ◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞

ᯓ★ Scatteredskittles

Hi! I love your writing! Would you be up for writing a fic where reader has super bad separation anxiety from Al, but he has to go somewhere without them and either Angel Dust or Husk is in charge of taking care of them/keeping them calm while he’s gone? Thanks a bunch!!! ❤️

Separation anxiety! GN! Reader x Alastor/husker?

A/n: Of course !! Honestly this has been super fun and I’m more than grateful for all the people who seem to enjoy my silly little fanfictions/headcanons, many thanks everybody ♥️♥️

Also, if you couldn’t tell from a lot of my writing, I’ve taken quite a liking to Alastor… So I get it, I love him too y’all ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

Warnings: Mentions of separation anxiety, Mentions of alcohol, Alastor being Alastor so light mentions of blood and cannibalism (doesn’t actually happen)

Fluff✔️ Comfort✔️ Angst❌ Smut❌

Hope yall don’t mind a few headcanons first about this :33

📻𖤐 it’s hard to tell how Alastor would realistically react to someone being attached to him in that way..

📻𖤐 Like do I think it would bother him? No, he wouldn’t mind you tagging along wherever he went as long as you didn’t bother him too much or get in the way of things but there are just times where he requires or wants to be alone. Which is where Husker would come in lol

📻𖤐 He probably wouldn’t leave you with Angel, even if Husk wasn’t available for whatever reason he’d just get Charlie to look after you while he was away.

📻𖤐 I feel like he cares/loves in an odd way.. like he wants to tear you apart and lick up all your delicious, sweet blood but in an affectionate way??? If that makes sense?? Remember that pomegranate cannibalism metaphor that went around on TikTok for a bit there? Think that.

📻𖤐 of course, he wouldn’t do that, he wants to keep you around.

Okok I’m done yapping about silly radio man lol, onto the fic

Unfortunately, today was one of those days you couldn’t tag along with where Alastor went, he was attending an overlord meeting and obviously you not being an overlord it meant that you couldn’t go with him despite all of your protests and begging.

Before his departure, he sat you down at the bar with Husker and gave you a little pat on the head, telling you that he’d be back shortly and walking out of the hotel doors.

The grumpy cat demon poured himself a drink as he stared at you, this wasn’t exactly the first time Alastor had left him on “babysitting” duty with you and he didn’t exactly mind it. You were quite sweet for somebody who landed themselves in a place like hell.

“Where’s he off to this time?” Husker asked before taking a sip of the alcoholic beverage he held in his hand, attempting to make some form of conversation with you.

“Oh.. just some kind of silly overlord meeting…” You mumbled out a short reply whilst looking a bit glum. He simply nodded in response, setting his glass down on the bar countertop to mix you up a little something as well.

Husk didn’t understand your attachment to the Radio Demon to be completely frank with you. He and a lot of others viewed Alastor as something to fear, respect, and try to avoid contact with the best they could… so seeing someone who enjoyed his company was a foreign idea to him. But he wouldn’t judge you for it. It wasn’t exactly his business anyways and at least he seemed to treat you decently.

“Don’t stress it kid, he’ll be back soon. He keeps his promises I’ll give him that much.” Husk attempted to reassure you, giving a slight smile as he slid a drink down to you.

You smiled back weakly and nodded, taking a deep breath as you grabbed the drink he had slid over to you. You took a sip and it tasted like a screwdriver, not too bad of a drink and it would probably take your mind off of things a little bit if you had a few of them. Which was probably the goal Husker was trying to reach.. he couldn’t imagine separation anxiety to be very fun.

Later into the night once you got a few drinks in you, you started to forget all about why you were upset and/or stressed out in the first place. Chatting with Husk about random stuff and occasionally mentioning and talking about a person or two.

Husk wished there were more nights like this, more time spent with you… and who knows? Maybe you’ll be visiting the bar more often for him after tonight if he was lucky. He was pretty good at playing his cards right, after all.

(Sorry this was kinda short !! I wasn’t sure what else to write. Lmk if you guys maybe want a part two with Alastor coming back from his little meeting, I might do that :3)

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 ◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞

ᯓ★ 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐲

𝙰 𝚂𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝙾𝚏 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖 ? (DISCONTINUED)

Pairing ; Hazbin Hotel x G/N Teen!Reader

Warnings ; Abusive behavior, Manipulation, Controlling behavior, Blood, Stabbing,  Implications of death, Suicide, Masochism

Word count ; 2.4k 

summary ; You finally snap back at your mother, after years of abuse. But something in your brain tells you she still loves you after all of these years. Even after you’ve snapped.

ೃ⁀➷ Prologue, ꕥ chapter I ꕥ Chapter II

“After all, this is your dream isn’t it?”

A soft, warm hand slowly find its way upon your face to cup your cheek in a firm grip. As you stand there like a deer in the headlights, frozen. You feel a chill running down your spine as your body begins to tense, the woman in front of you keeping her calm, collected face.

Her smile is soft, as if giving you a false sense of hope and comfort. Her kind eyes are a deep purple, burning right into your souls as she stares at you. Her breath is steady. 

If you’d see this playing out from afar you would’ve though she was just a kind mother tending to their child, but your not some stranger looking from the outside to see what’s happening within, you are her child. Her firm grip on your cheek hurts, you wanted to scream at her, tell her it hurt, tell her to get off of you but nothing came out. 

“Sweetie, you know i want the best for you, right? Wasting your time on silly things like music will get you in the way of your studying!”

Her voice sounds like a freshly made batch of honey, it was sweet but there was a hint of sharpness to her tone. You felt as if poison was dripping from her teeth. She was outright pissed but she was not planning on showing it. Her grip on your cheek gets firmer as you keep quiet, you feel as if your voice has stopped working as if somebody has removed your ability to speak. 

⋇⊶⊰ ⊱⊷⋇

“No i wish to keep singing!”

Everything got quiet, your voice was the only thing echoing through room. The face of the woman in front of you looks surprised. How dare her child talk back to her? After everything she has done, this is the thanks she gets?

Your hand curls up into a fist as you try to stop yourself from crying. 

“No? NO? What has gotten into you! You’d never get the idea to speak back to your mother that way!”

Her sharp tone was meet with silence, she takes a long second — the clock on the wall indicating it went exactly 5 seconds before she laughed and continued; 

“Hah! It’s those music friends of yours isn’t it? Putting silly ideas into your head! Of course they would use you! Just so they could produce music—“

“—That’s not true!”

You interrupted your mother once again, defending your friends. How could she belive that they were using you? They weren’t using you, were they..? You hesitate before you continue.

“…They only wish what’s best for me...“

You feel anger, rage and hatred brewing inside of you. The woman before you is supposed to be your mother a shoulder to lean on somebody you can trust. Then why is she making you feel this way again..? Why is she making you feel so small. You feel a sense of nervousness hit you as she stays silent, the only noise heard is coming from that damn clock.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick

Slap.

You feel panic settling, the recent feelings of anger and rage vanish as fear quickly overtakes your emotions. You have fucked up this time, you have messed up this time. The woman before you inhales and then exhales in a rhythmic manner. Her face changes in a matter of seconds, what used to be rage is now replaced with a calm cold smile. 

⋇⊶⊰ ⊱⊷⋇

The grip on your cheek stays firm, how could such a soft hand ever hurt this badly? Her eyes were burning into your soul as you look down on the cold hardwood floor.

Music was your creative outlet — the only way for you to be yourself, the only way for you to be you. 

And now she is taking that way from you. The monster you call your mother is an evil creature, a vile monster. Only thinking of herself. Only wishing to fulfill her own wishes and needs, so why were you still here? You take a deep breath as tears begin forming in the corner of your eyes. You lift your head slowly as your eyes meet hers. The clock on the wall ticks, indicating that it has only been seconds before your gazes meet, but even so it felt like hours. Her gaze scared you to say the least.

“Now come on, dear. Time is ticking, let’s not waste more of your precious study time!  I’ll help clean your room for any distractions after dinner, alright?”

Her voice sounds happy and context especially when she mentioned studying. You feel your own throat tightening, as if you’re breathing through a small straw. A bunch of feelings start brewing inside you once more, a mixture of hatred, pain and betrayal. You have been following her every word for years, and now she wishes to remove your last creative outlet.? Right after snooping around in your room! Without your permission?! No! This isn’t right! She’s not treating you right! She’s a monster! She’s not doing this for your own good!…

…..

……………..

...but she’s doing this for your own good.. right? This is only to help benefit your future. I’m sure of it! She only wishes the best for you. She’s worried for you that must be it!

She feeds you, takes care of you, helps pay for your school material and so much more! …The least you can do is study to fulfill your (her) dream. To make your mother proud.

“You know i only do this because i love you.”

Your shoulders tense even more at her words, ‘love’? This is love? … of course it is! She’s doing this because she loves you! 

Your breathing starts to become more steady now, as the tears you have been building up vanishes. You take a quick concentrated breath before you smile. It’s a smile you have been wearing for years, as long as you can make her happy that’s all you’ve ever wanted. A smile that has never failed you or your mother. You open your mouth as you say; 

“Of course mom, i better get back to studying before dinner. I apologize for speaking with such aggression earlier.!” 

Those words roll off the tongue so easily, when was the last time you actually meant words like that? Your mother smiles back at you giving a content ‘hm’ as she lets go of your cheek, and walks off into the kitchen. You exhale loudly feeling the tension in the room disappearing completely. You feel an acing where her hand had been and so you make your way to the bathroom. One step after another. Once you finally reach the bathroom, you let your hands rest on the sink as you look yourself in the mirror. Your face looks.. calm with nothing but a small bruise on your cheek. You softly sigh to yourself trying to ignore the earlier interaction.

The rest of the day seems like a blur.

Blink.

You are sitting in your room. The afternoon sun shines trough the large windows that’s in front of your desk. You squint slightly as you shift in your soft chair, looking down on the desk as you’re presented with a paper in front of you. The paper has the headline ‘Math, entrance exam XXXX’ with bold text. You sigh, as you move your hand letting the pen flow as you answer the questions. One by one by one by one by one by one

Blink.

Your eyes scan through the book, you feel the sharp pages fall past your thumb.  ‘218..218..218..’ 

You stop flipping trough the book as you find the page you have been searching for — page 218 ‘Light and its light source’ you allowed yourself to read the book, letting your brain take in the knowledge of the words. 

‘Reflection of light occurs when light traveling through one material bounces off a different material‘ god your head hurts. 

You close the book with a yawn as you pick up your pencil moving the book to the side. You wait for your wrist to start moving but it didn’t, why isn’t your hand cooperative with your brain? Why can’t you write some simple words. Why can’t you just  make her proud?

Blink. 

“[Name], dear! Dinner is finished!”

Breathe. Breathe, breathe, breathe, 

You drop the pencil that has been cramping your hand for a long while. You feel a slightly sense of relief washing over you as you stand up leaving the ‘comfort’ of your now uncomfortable chair. 

“Coming!” 

There’s that voice. Your voice. You stop in your tracks as your voice echos through your brain. You snap back to reality as you feel yourself almost falling over, your vision blurry as you rest against the wall. You had obviously stood up way to fast for your body to register that, but it still suprised you every time it happened.

Breath. 

You lean on the wall for a long second letting you regain your senses before you reach for the door handle and gently open the door. 

Your steps are quiet as you exit your room walk down the stairs, a strong smell of food fills your nostrils.

Blink.

“What do you think honey? I made your favorite!”

She smiles at you, this time it’s a more genuine smile as her gaze is focused on you. You look down to see half of your plate already finished, did you eat that? Your eyes scan the table then they find their way to meet your mother’s eyes, you can’t recall eating the meal at all.?

“It tastes Devine mother! Perhaps we should cook a meal together next time?” 

Why did you suggest that? She nods at you as her smile widens and a small giggle escapes your lips. 

“Of course, dear! How about we prepare tomorrow’s dinner together?”

You smile at her suggestion, a strained smile.

“I’d love that”

Blink.

You slip your shoes on, starting from the left and then slipping on the right one. 

“Mother, I’m heading out for a walk now!”

Once again your voice echo in your head. Did you always sound like that? These are not your stupid words! 

“Alright dearie, please do be careful now!”

You nod as her words as you struggle a bit putting on your jacket.

“It’s quite dark and we wouldn’t want you hurt for the big day tomorrow! Make sure not to—!”

Right. Tomorrow. You’ll be busy all day doing entrance exams, so you can finally fulfill your her dream of becoming a doctor! Dream? Wait.. what is a dream? What is your dream..?

“—! Hey! Are you alright [Name]? Did you hear what i said?”

You snap back to reality, as you ignore your thoughts and shake your head slightly.

“Alrighty, i just told you not to be too late, since we have to prepare dinner.”

Blink.

The water softly hits your umbrella, it’s been pouring ever since dinner and it shows no signs on stopping. 

With every step you take there’s a little ‘splash’ sound following you.  

Splash. Splash. Splash. 

The sound is comforting, a repetitive noise, a noise that never keeps you guessing, a noise never makes you uneasy. You look up slightly noticing the dimly lit street lights and cloudy sky, your eyes stay fixated on the sky for a bit as you see multiple stars. Beautiful bright stars. One day you will become one too right? A beautiful star, shining bright. 

A smile creeps upon your face as you zone out taking slow steps forward, keeping your gaze fixated on the stars. 

Splash. Splash. Splash.

There a star standing out above the rest, it must be a sign, right? It’s trying to tell you, how your gonna become a bright star just like that one! 

One step after another. 

Splash. Splash. Splash.

Another step after another.

Blink.

There’s a knife-stand in front of you, what just happened..? Weren’t you just outside? What happened to the comfort of the rain.? You sigh in confusion trying to make sense of the current events, but nothing seems to click. 

“Darling! As you cut the meat, make sure to cut them in even squares, it will leave everybody a fair share of their portion whenever it is served! If you have any questions I’ll be cleaning your room!”

Her voice was soft — warm even. Alright, it appears you have got to cut the meat, you take a mental note of cutting them evenly. You take one of the more expensive cutting knives, you can just hear how sharp it is at you pull it out of its original spot. Better be careful.

You sigh as you walk over to the cutting board.

Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut.

Wait, Pause, Hold on. Did she say clean your room? No.. she can’t do that, she can’t go snooping again. You drop the task at hand as you rush up the stairs and quickly enter your room with the sharp knife still in your hand. 

The sight of your mother humming as she removes your prized possessions in your room hurts you. How could she do this? You feel a sense of anger rushing over you. This is an anger like never before. It isn’t slowly brewing, this one  is quick and you feel yourself seeing red. Red was such a pretty color, a pretty, pretty, pretty color! You smile as you giggle slightly.

Blink.

Red. You watch as your mother struggles on the hardwood floor. You feel the corners of your mouth pull upwards as you tower over her weak powerless body. You feel a sense of control for once in your life, and god it tasted wonderful. You could feel yourself getting used to this feeling. 

“Beg. Beg and maybe I’ll spare you.” 

Your tone was harsh. You loved seeing her squirm and as she looks up to meet your cold eyes, she gets another stab wound to her throat. The noises she was making was wonderful, the pain she was enduring made you feel happy for once, was this real happiness? You pull out the knife as you watch her bleed out.

Blink.

You feel your hands slowly raise themselves up towards your throat, you smile to yourself knowing this is your last goodbye, your grand finale so-to-speak. A grand exit that you would never forget. Your hands slowly gets closer and closer before you feel a sharp pain in throat, it hurt but you kept stabbing it over and over and over and over the pain was that of something unlike you’ve ever experienced before, it felt like heaven, like you were finally free. You feel yourself growing weak and you slip onto the floor next to your mother.. you get one last glance at her dead body as your eyelids grow heavy, you allow yourself to close your eyes one final time.

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Ahem! And that’s the ending of the prologue! I hope everybody had a great time listening to my little story telling, I’m not used to doing any of this but i hope everyone who stayed will tune in whenever i read the first chapter to you guys! Sound good? Good!

Run along now! And don’t forget to bring some snacks for the next story reading session!

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They're living in my head rent-free

Hazbin sketches (plus Stolas)

I wanna rebrand to a maybe fanpage of any of my obsessions! I don't really play the sims anymore and I don't have any new sims content.

My obsessions are musical theater like Heathers, Ride the Cyclone, Hamilton, Legally Blonde, and many more musicals! I also like Hazbin Hotel and recently getting into Helluva Boss.

ask questions if y'all want <3