#[ husk ] ── * ic

[idontevenremember5minutesago]

“We’re both losers,baby”

#my poor babies #hazbin hotel #hazbin husk #hazbin angel dust #Hazbin Angel #huskerdust #husker hazbin hotel #hazbin husker #hazbin alastor #alastor you are on thin fucking ice!

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

Husk: Angel once texted me "your adorable" so I texted him back "No, YOU'RE adorable".

Charlie: …And?

Husk: And now we're dating, we've been dating for three months.

Husk: All I did was point out a typo, but I like him, so l'm not complaining.

#borrowed from kitschysandglass in a dc meme #husk #husk hazbin hotel #husk/angel #huskerdust #Angel dust #angel dust needs a hug #CONSENSUALLY #preferably from husk #charlie morningstar #Charlie ships them so much #incorrect quotes #incorrect hazbin hotel #incorrect hazbin hotel quotes #Angel doesn’t give two shits about spelling #did you understand? ok so what’s the issue #husk texts with perfect punctuation and spelling #they’re perfect for each other #they’re gay disasters #they’re in love your honor #niffty doesn’t text #she just leaves long voicemails #that are completely silent #what does she want? it’s anybody’s guess #Alastor just breaks any phone he comes across #indiscriminately #husk has definitely seen Angel texting two different people at the same time on two different phones while also drinking an iced coffee and #petting fat nuggets at the same time #husk is very impressed #Angel is like??? this is a Tuesday afternoon

[hazbinsinners]

" HUSK! "

--- angel slams open his bedroom door, tearing down the stairs, planting himself in front of the bar. his eyes are as wide as saucers, lips curled into a grin. " husk. " he says again, staring at husk with the intensity of an emergency.

and it was just as urgent, in angel's eyes.

he thrust something forward onto the bar. a slightly crumpled piece of paper. upon further inspection . . .

it was a drawing. a bad one. it was slightly stylized stick figures that vaguely resembled both angel and husk . . .

and husk was fucking him. that was the drawing.

angel grinned so wide it hurt. " i made it f'a you. thought you could put it on you'a door. we could match. but, if you'a a fuckin' prude, i made 'dis one, too. "

he thrusts another piece of paper forward. same idea, only instead of fucking, they were holding hands.

this was his attempt at flirting: being an absolute nuisance.

( closed || @mediocremixology )

#;; LMAO #;; truly i just wanted to know husks reaction #;; angels version of flirting is just annoying the absolute piss out of poor husk #;; godspeed kittycat #;; i'll pray for you #;; ic #mediocremixology ;; husker #a loser just like me xx husker

[turnercreations-art-blog]

Oh Adam, he really wanted the SpongeBob Popsicle with gumball eyes.

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#artist #artwork #digital art #illustration #lineart #cute #fanart #helluva boss #loona #alastor #hazbinhotel #lute #Adam #Charlie #vaggie #angeldust #husk #niffty #ice cream #meme

[gambling-bartender]

closed starter for @tangledfate

It had been 3 years since Husk had sat down and sketched out his idea for the Afterlife Casino. 3 years of work and managing and dealing with the ever-present warfare of pentagram city but finally all that work had come to fruition. Finally, Husk's magnum opus would be opened and revealed for all the world to see.

His plan was to throw quite a little get together, drawing in Hell's overlords and the most famous traditional sinners the ring had to offer. He had managed to get some imps to extend invitations to a number of the sins themselves as well but those bigger names had all declined, not that he expected them to show themselves. It was about the principal of it, and a number of them had sent in their apologies for being unable attend so Husk wasn't too upset about it. Mammon had offered to attend but only in the event that Husk signed over 50 percent of the casino's profits and he had thanked Mammon for the offer but had turned it down.

The get together in question was to be one of the best parties Pride had ever seen, and not just that, but a masquerade. Husk had even gotten into contact with some of the best glamour crafters in envy and directed the various attendees to commission them if they wanted a truly disguising costume.

Husk's disguise had been one he had worked very directly with the designer to create. Rather than the winged cat he was naturally, a form he did not mind all that much but certainly wasn't his favorite, he would take on a far more fox-like appearance along with losing the wings. He had kept the black and red coloring but introduced some gold into the clothing. His outfit was to be a black and gold ornate eye mask with a matching vest layered over a cream shirt and matched with a pair of black slacks.

He had very specific plans for the party that evening. The on stage where the various performances would be held normally he had hired a number of live musicians to perform intending to cover a number of musical genres over the course of the night. What would normally be the main gambling hall had been left absent of the usual tables and roulette wheels, instead he had left it empty to act as a dance floor for the evening. The dances were to change over the the course of the night, matching the changes in music and the goal was to provide music and dance from times of the the lives of the various attending overlords. Along the sides of the dance floor was to be playing tables for various games, creating space for guests to gamble to their hearts content and as a favor to those attending Husk had included in his invitation an announcement that all attending would receive 5 thousand dollars in chips to start with, and they could buy or play for more once there.

Husk himself would play little part in the actual running of the event, however. He had left the operations of the event in good hands and had every intent to enjoy himself as a simple guest.

The night was going to be a night to remember, he was sure of it.

#readmore because its like 600 words haha #[ husk era ] ── the house always wins #[ husk ic ] ── looking in the bottom of the bottle #[ tangledfate ] ── angel dust #[ husk ] ── v. all gold is fools gold compared to you

[woeismywaffle]

I might just kill a man ngl

#my life is just going full circle at this point huh. #an ever ongoing loop of being obsessed with insane twinks from problematic creators with funky artsyles #they were the prototype radiohusk to me and I'm only now realising #you do not understand what this is doing to my sanity and general health #okegom #funamusea #deep sea prisoner #ice scream #idate okegom #rock okegom #hazbin hotel #alastor #husk #barely just discovering the okegom fandom on twitter and I'm already losing my mind

[burning-fcols]

Husker was near clawing down the walls of the hotel, the sudden ban on booze driving him out of his fur in the worst torment possible. Pacing about the lobby, his bar now empty (which he swore was meant to mock him, seeing as Alastor very well could have just gotten rid of it all together instead of clearing it out), his paws were beginning to hurt in a near manic need to move. "This is fucking bullshit, I'm losing my fucking mind over here!" Turning to Angel, Husk's arms moved about in tandem with his words, hoping knowing that the spider would be one of the only ones there that might understand what he was going through. "My fur's fucking crawling, a-and I can't stop fucking shaking!" Sure enough, there was a constant tremor to his body, a feather breaking loose from his vibrating wings every so often to flutter about the floor where it would soon be kicked up by his pacing. "I can't fucking think! Everything just feels, fuck I dunno, warm? No, fucking burning all over, a-and tingly. Even when I was alive, it never felt like this when I was dry..." - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @ʜᴇʟʟꜱ-ꜰᴠʀʏ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 This has to be one of the STUPIDEST ideas yet... and that's including the whole premise for the hotel. Angel can understand the logic behind wanting a squeaky-clean persona for the place. It's sort of hard to preach ❛ redemption ❜ and freedom from vices when actively PROVIDING one right in the main lobby. Yet it hardly matters how well they practice what they preach if no one is around to learn. Angel knows that he's just there to fill a bedroom, ❛ progress ❜ or not. It's a pipe-dream with him, and it's not even his unattainable fantasy. Dreaming of angel wings sprouting from his back and a glowing halo hovering above his head is Charlie's schtick. Pentious is no better, the snake starved for praise not piety.

No, he can't imagine it working for either of them... Or anyone else, if he's being honest. But especially not the patrons they currently have. Lack of liquor isn't going to have people breaking down the doors to get in. It's also not going to stop Angel from indulging in his desires elsewhere, dangerous a decision as that may be. It's a shame, really... He had been enjoying having a place he could grab a drink without wondering when it was going to be spiked. Bartender is pretty cute too.

Speaking of which...

Sitting on a stool by the booze-less bar, he watches Husk practically wear a hole in the floor with his pacing. Gaze follows a feather's sad descent as it shakes lose from a trembling wing. Brows knit and a concerned bite to his bottom lip, Angel's fingers drum on his crossed arms as he mulls over the most delicate way to clarify the others... situation. It's painfully apparent that Husk has no clue what's going on. An affliction that Angel's enhanced senses had pegged as soon as he got near the fidgeting feline. It was overwhelming, the fog of pheromones surrounding the poor guy. Were it when Angel only recently arrived in Hell, he'd have gotten dizzy from how thick the air became... Thankfully, he has a better hold of himself now.

Practice makes perfect, he guesses. That and overexposure to the stuff thanks to a certain aphrodisiac-addled moth. ❝ I, uh... I got a pretty good idea why that is. But you ain't gonna like it, Whiskers. ❞ Angel begins when Husk has finished spewing his shaky woes. One leg crossed over the other, he bounces his knee in a small fidget. ❝ When you were alive, I'm guessin' you weren't exactly... a cat. ❞ A finger lightly motions at Husk with the statement. ❝ An' bein' THIS comes wit' a few— eh, let's call 'em complications. ❞ Normally he'd jokingly refer to it as a ❛ perk ❜ , but now isn't the time. Not with Husk.

Standing up from his seat, Angel then rips off the bandage with a blunt, ❝ Sorry tomcat, yer in heat. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

#hari don't look #burning-fcols #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴛʀᴀ; ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Angel Dust IC 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ꜱᴏᴜʟ ᴛᴏ ʙᴜʀɴ; ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Angel Dust 」 #hells-fvry #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪꜱᴇ ᴏʟᴅ ʙᴀʀᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ❞ ¦ 「 Husk 」 #♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀꜱᴛ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ��ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ; ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏꜱᴇʀ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Angel Dust and Husk 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴍɪꜱʙᴇʜᴀᴠᴇ? ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴄʀᴀᴠᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ— ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

[travelers-of-the-multiverse]

@moonlightsdew continued from x

Well, that answered several of his questions at once. Shit, he hated the fact that other versions of himself lost to that bratty prick. Then again he almost lost himself.

"Relax. I ain't Al, and this ain't some joke. Long and short of it, is that I'm you. A different you from a different world. It's a fucking longer story if you wanna know the details. And if we're doing that, it's best shared between drinks." He says calmly.

#ic #rp #husk: overlord of gambling #moonlightsdew: grumpy bartender husk

[moonlightsdew]

If Niffty even tries to get near him or his fur he is going to starting throwing shit.

#ic: husk #dash commentary #hazbin hotel cw #(he already knows too much about her)

[hclluvahctel]

THE FELINE IS LAYING WITH HIS EYES SHUT, broken pieces of egg shell sit nearby. There appears to be something moving underneath one of his wings.

#husk ;; ic #;; ic update #;; EGG HATCH!!

[zestials]

" i needn't remind thee of the peril. " spoken as a warning but void of the threat that often twined with the words. zestial's seated across from his fellow overlord , cards fanned out in a clawed hand. he wouldn't indulge his gambling habits , far too calculating to chance being bested by conditions outside of his control --- so he'd implored him to play a different game. the prize ? loser bought the next round of drinks. when asked for threes , a sharp tug of lips is the only tell he gives in the low light of the hall. zestial had all but cleared the other players with his very presence. lime green eyes rise to lock onto his companion , " go fish , @gamblins . "

#gamblins #* ── interactions. : ic. #* ── to embrace eternity. : verse. #i decided. i don't care if go fish wasn't around. it was in my heart. #i don't know if zee would actually put himself at a disadvantage w an overlord he doesn't fully trust and #now im just imagining zee winning & husk having to buy him a fucking. demon cola from the bar. #old men bonding.

[hazbinsinners]

❝  sometimes things aren’t alright and they’re not gonna be okay for a while.  and that’s alright.  as cliche as it sounds it’s okay to not be okay.  give yourself time.  ❞ ((for angel))

--- angel had given husk a lot of shit about "being a bartender to talk to" once upon a time. but for what it's worth, he retracts that statement.

husk makes a really good listener. and his advice is good, too.

he cracks a small smile, staring at the wooden top of the bar. his index finger traces the rim of his drink. " . . . thanks, husk. damn. you've got some decent advice stored behind all'a that fluff, " he teases half-heartedly. " i'm tryin'a give myself time, it's just . . . i wish time . . . would move a lil' fast'a. yanno? "

#;; this is so sweet aww #drunken-gambler ;; husk #;; ic

[gamblins]

x (walloftext)

@lustsang sent:

" all your baby girl all yours and no one else "

#~~~~ my succubus. but shes his world / : lustsang. ~~~~ #~~~~husk interaction~~~~ ic.

[gambling-bartender]

a closed starter for @likeamothtofame

This was it.

Husk was going to keep his soul, he was going to get back enough souls to keep the casino running, he was going to get one up on this smug bitch of a moth.

Four of a kind. Four fucking aces.

The chances were astronomically small that he even got this good a hand and he hadn't even used any of his powers to manipulate the deck -- a stipulation of the deal made to get him this game in the first place.

The literal only way that Val would be able to beat him would be if he had a royal flush and both a four of aces and a royal flush in one game? Fucking impossible.

Husk laughed as he slammed down his cards, grinning nearly ear to ear, "Read them and fucking weep Val, I fucking win."

And then he saw Val's face.

Val did not have a poker face. Val, notoriously, did not have a poker face.

And he did not look upset. He did not look like a man who had just lost a sizable portion of his staff and wealth.

He was smiling, and smugly at that. He looked like a cat who had just caught a mouse and had decided it wanted to play with its food.

"Lo siento, gatito," He said with a little flourish of his cards as he flipped them over, his smile widening to a grin as he saw the look on Husk's face fall.

A royal flush.

Valentino had a royal flush.

The dealer pushed the pot over to Valentino and Husk could almost feel it, feel the sudden loss of a soul, feel the sudden loss of agency.

It was over.

He was over.

#t: my apologies kitty #btw if you play val and want to also play with this au lmk im open to running multiple versions of it #[ husk ic ] ── looking in the bottom of the bottle #[ husk era ] ── when the chips are down #[ likeamothtofame ] ── valentino #[ husk ] ── v. the new toy in the toy box

[hellsfavoritebartender]

"Hey, how about that drink?"

Yo, the names Husk, the Hazbin Hotels only fuckin' bartender because Boss only brought in me and Nifty. Anyway, ask some damn questions if you want, i might answer 'em.

Husker talks in Red.

Actions are in italics

Mod speaks like this!

I don't care about NSFW asks. Hazbin hotel is an adult show, for fucks sake. But just know the mod is a minor.

Most of these probably won't be accurate, but hey, its fun, right?

This account heavily plays into potential HuskerDust, since it appears to be canon.

I feel like I've seen a husker account with a user like this before but i cant find it, so if it exists, please tell me so i can change it!!!

Nice seein' ya. Come back again, or whatever the fuck.

#hazbin hotel husk #hazbin husk #husker hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel 2024 #ask blog #ic post

[statiicstag]

Alastor, rumor has it that you would sell Husk for one corn chip.

❝ Oh, please! He's worth at least two, give the man some merit. ❞

#【 ☓ 】 ❙ WHO ARE YOU AGAIN? ❙《 anonymous. 》࿏ #【 ☓ 】 ❙ GOOD TO BE BACK ON THE AIR. ❙《 ic answer. 》࿏ #[i can hear all the husks simultaneously going “wow thanks boss.” in the flattest tone]