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badcard ยท 1 year ago
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am still around <3 just slow
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badcard ยท 1 year ago
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pointed teeth bared, husk tries to swallow the shame and finds himself sickened. a cold truth, that he'd landed here all on his own - it's the sole reason he doesn't bite, the curl of his lip a shadow of something that lived within him, once. it's gone now, spun away like water down the sink, coaxed out of his open mouth, a song, a scream. what's the difference when all your life is static?
he does, though, pull his head away long after alastor's finished with him. knows better now than to interrupt the broadcast, draw too much attention mid-show. it's easier to claim that's all this is, something he understands, circus tricks and sawdust. alastor's all too real, but the lie keeps him standing. "you gotta listen to yourself, man. some fuckin' castle i had."
husk only insists it has an ending because everything does. might be all he's good for these days, proof that power is a fleeting kiss, however sweet. they both know the anticipation is clear on him, the vindictive desire to see alastor torn low, too. "go on thinkin' that all you want. nothing to do with me. no sense arguing with a crazy man."
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ย  Naughty cats find themselves in the backyards of hulking dogs. Should Husk stray too far from his court, the mangy mutts will not hesitate to engage. Alastor is doing him a service! Hell is hell to navigate on one's lonesome when ill-equipped. Husk is simply too fuzzy to be equipped.
โ€œIf I'd known you were such a drama queen, perhaps I would've left you to drown in your bankruptcy! Honestly, Husker, I would think a casino would've sharpened your wits.โ€ He leans forwards, and tries to open wide Husk's drooping eyelids. โ€œOpen your eyes! Don't let good fortune pass by unnoticed.โ€
ย  Like a slinky, he reels back, and dusts off his hands with a smaller smile. His eyes are darkened round the rims, declining to be bathed in the surrounding red glow. Alastor's playing field is a living thing, crawling about on legs of blackened wire. Never fixed in one spot.
โ€œOverlords build castles. They linger. I tore down yours. What will they tear down if I never build my own?โ€
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badcard ยท 1 year ago
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@goodtouch ๐ฌ๐š๐ข๐ "usually you're the one taking care of me when I'm doing something stupid." innit
"yeah, well." husk lowers his head to spit another thick mouthful into the repurposed ice bucket between his knees. it's not so much blood as it is molasses, congealed and black - alastor hadn't hit him, but his body reacts all the same. disobedience is a slow-acting poison, rotting him from the inside, drawn up along his tongue like the thin edge of a razor. "usually i got a little more freedom to run my mouth than you do, and i exercise that right maybe a little too often."
it hadn't felt like stupidity, which is maybe the most insulting thing of all; he'd tried, and when his efforts were met with the same old belittlement he'd bit the hand. an old, bad habit from his living days, and yet one he stands by. maybe his time here has softened him, the years of his owner's absence rounding the edges he'd spent an age forging in fire. husk hacks another couple of coughs, wheezing and rattling, feeling every inch his age. his teeth taste like aluminium.
angel's hands on him don't feel too much like an intrusion. clumsy, maybe, like he doesn't know what he's allowed to get away with. husk doesn't either, can't pinpoint when it will go from pleasant to intolerable, so he's grateful for the restraint. wings fold tighter against his back, allowing angel in a little closer. some part of him would like to take angel by the wrist and guide him higher, between his ears, smooth over the fur that alastor had disturbed so the touch no longer stings, lingers. angel's light like that.
lifetimes ago gentle fingers in his hair would've been easy, simple. now the request feels like a chasm, something he can't span with words alone. "i'll be fine. got away with my ass intact this time. you don't gotta stay here."
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badcard ยท 1 year ago
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why women kill sentence starters (pt one)
starters from the first three episodes of why women kill, season one. feel free to edit pronouns, wording, and similar.
"there's nothing sexier than a girl who likes to take care of you."
"that is one hot feminist."
"you know me, i'm never late. for a party."
"for the purpose of this and all future conversations, my dick is bigger than yours."
"how come you didn't tell me you had a new hookup?"
"it's not a party until someone breaks something."
"you think you're gonna get out of this by dying? fuck you!"
"so she's into some serious housewife shit."
"i would now like to say the two most beautiful words in the english language: three-way."
"i'm trying to get you laid, bitch."
"you can tell me about your life, i'll tell you about mine, and then we'll be friends."
"i think you're incredible. get used to it. you're really, really special."
"i wanted to look pretty. for you."
"you're becoming a goodโ€ฆfriend. let's not let a silly impulse ruin that, okay?"
"i mean, i knew sex was cool, because I'm not a virgin."
"i can't remember the last time you looked at me like that."
"she's more than just another hookup."
"he's taking you out? in public?"
"i can't remember the last time we went dancing together."
"i think you've forgotten how much fun we have together. and i am determined to remind you."
"if love is there, then there's a path to redemption."
"you're drunk and ridiculous, and that's a nice change of pace."
"usually you're the one taking care of me when I'm doing something stupid."
"i'm gonna be somebody someday. you just watch."
"he's dead. don't you think it's time you stopped listening to him?"
"he tells me i'm beautiful when i need to hear it the most."
"he makes me laugh in a way that no one else can."
"i'm getting attached, which always leads to me getting hurt."
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badcard ยท 1 year ago
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@allantlers ๐ฌ๐š๐ข๐ it's good to be back.
his voice is the screech of feedback, a long, high whine that splits husk's skull even on his best days. the radio demon is never truly absent - there's a fuzz in his head that has nothing to do with intoxication, a pressure behind his eyes and in his crown that only abates when he's sodden and sated. pulls like string, weighs like chains. "hadn't noticed you were gone," the bartender lies, lest alastor's ego outpace him yet again. for once, he doesn't want to listen to the drinker at his table. "speaking of, you should probably be getting back to wherever-the-fuck, right? don't let us keep you. sure you've got things to do."
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badcard ยท 1 year ago
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veeeeery interested in how husk's relationship with luck changes once alastor gains ownership of his soul. husk retains power so there has to be something, he can't be just another sinner. i like the idea of him as explicitly bad luck, the looming shape in the corner of your vision at a crossroads, the red-eyed spectre overseeing decision-making; a bad omen, baby.
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@goodtouch ๐ฌ๐š๐ข๐ i've never seen you before. / living au gag
"never been here before," ambrose says with a smile, leaning heavily on one hip. the bar keeps him upright, as it does most nights - usually later than this, though. he's not nearly drunk yet. "it's my first night. just passin' through, all of us." with a nod back to the dismantled band, there's an excuse to look down his nose, examine and linger. likes what he sees. "'f the pay is good, we'll be here a while. you better cross your fingers, considerin' how much you enjoyed the show tonight."
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@allantlers ๐ฌ๐š๐ข๐ you never know what horrible fate your bad luck has saved you from.
"you think you're fuckin' clever?" he hisses, the narrow slits of his eyes burning with some half-forgotten and ancient thing, a shaking hatred he's never had words for. husk knows exactly what he's been saved from, watched and listened with forced attention, rapt, sickened, like everyone else in hell with the piss-poor fortune to stumble onto alastor's playing field. "you think you're big or somethin'? someday, some other would-be is gonna come along and tear this all down. you keep me long enough, i'll even be around to tell you i fuckin' warned you."
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@goodtouch ๐ฌ๐š๐ข๐ husk, you fetching minx! you have any food?
"your little boyfriend not feed you?" he asks flatly, reaching down by the spare glasses for the tupperware nestled out of sight. husk has extra in the same fridge as the wine, haphazardly shoved among the bottles and ready for later, when he finally gets a couple hours to himself. "heat that up, two minutes. three, tops. add a little water before you put it anywhere near the microwave, you hear me? mix it in or it's gonna be crunchy as all hell and i ain't listening to you chew all night."
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badcard ยท 1 year ago
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๐๐‹๐„๐€๐’๐„ ๐ƒ๐Ž๐'๐“ ๐๐”๐“ ๐˜๐Ž๐”๐‘ ๐‹๐ˆ๐…๐„ ๐ˆ๐ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐‡๐€๐๐ƒ๐’ ๐Ž๐… ๐€ ๐‘๐Ž๐‚๐Š ๐€๐๐ƒ ๐‘๐Ž๐‹๐‹ ๐๐€๐๐ƒโ€ฆ who'll throw it all away. sentence starters from oasis' 1995 album (what's the story) morning glory? - feel free to edit wording/pronouns as necessary.
i don't feel as if i know you.
you take up all my time.
it's never gonna be the same.
there ain't no sense in feeling lonely.
you got no faith in you.
i've got a feeling you still owe me.
it's good to be back.
you gotta roll with it.
you gotta take your time.
don't let anybody get in your way.
it's all too much for me to take.
don't ever stand aside.
kiss the girl.
i think i recognise your face.
i've never seen you before.
you should've somehow realised what you gotta do.
i'm sure you've heard it all before.
there are many things that i would like to say to you.
maybe you're gonna be the one that saves me.
you said the brains i had went to my head.
take that look from off your face.
don't look back in anger.
there's no time for running away.
why can i never let anyone in?
some might say that sunshine follows thunder.
some might say we will find a brighter day.
some might say they don't believe in heaven.
some might say you get what you've been given.
she's electric.
she's got a family full of eccentrics.
i need more time.
god only knows how i missed her.
i want you to know i've got my mind made up now.
do you know what i'm saying?
we don't get on with one another.
i quite fancy her mother.
i think that she likes me.
she's got one in the oven, but it's nothing to do with me.
how many special people change?
where were you while we were getting high?
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@goodtouch ๐ฌ๐š๐ข๐ why haven't you stuck that asshole's picture on the dartboard yet?
"what's the point? i tell him what i think of him when he's here." time spent thinking of alastor is always wasted. he's put in his ten thousand hours, going over all the dead draws, the damage done. it's in the past now, unchangeable. he can hate it all he wants, but the fact remains. "used to try and go for him in the early days. never went well."
he rubs absently at the white fur on his neck, the dirty green remnants of alastor's neon chain, the clasp he'd been branded with after one attempt too many. like a beaten dog, he'd learned when to bow his head. "easier to ignore him."
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@goodtouch ๐ฌ๐š๐ข๐ โ€œof course i'm serious, my beautiful boy.โ€
"quit your schmoozin'," husk grouses, wrinkling his nose so the frames of his glasses sit higher. "hard to tell with you draped all the fuck over my bar. get your ass up." he flaps a hand at angel's face, ushering him off and away - gets a bit of distance between them, allows him the bustle he needs to turn his back. it's been a while since he's been beautiful. "you know what time i'm done here, tony. not a minute earlier."
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husk is the kind of guy that drops insane lore about his life and then does not elaborate on it whatsoever. you'll be sat at the dumb little bar in hell and he's cleaning his one glass and he's like "yeah i was there when the titanic sank" and then he moves on
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basic husk rundown. this isn't flowery or anything it's all just true
husk's human name was ambrose devayne, SPECIFICALLY DeVayne and he gets mad if it isnt spelled like that
his family are from louisiana (where he grew up) i do not care what canon has to say.
he grew up in new orleans jazz halls, studied the smoky glitz of it all in complete awe. learned to play saxophone and generally made himself a nuisance around the seedier clubs and bars as a kid, giving people lip and learning card tricks
he was ENCHANTED by street performers, the way they could make him stop dead in his tracks with a well placed word, the personal nature of it. he got in trouble for capering around with them instead of helping around the house
very used to noise and rambunction. it's why he can tune out the general ruckus of the hotel so easily
while he wasn't particularly religious in life, his parents were, and he learned a lot about both voudou and catholicism from them
he moved to las vegas with nothing but a flatcap and a dream stopped by hot springs, arkansas on his way. did he know al capone? why don't you mind your own business.
has been dodging al capone in hell this whole time bc he beat him at poker and rinsed him
he is a LIAR and a CHEAT and SELFISH. he's also very very good at calling bluffs, reading faces, seeing through bullshit. his intuition's always been a bit spooky even before it was enhanced in death
it's around his late 20s/early 30s that he starts his travelling, picking up money however he can - street performing or performing in clubs and bars (he plays saxophone and sings as well as his magic tricks), he's shined a good few shoes in his time, drove a cab around london for a while, tended bar in spain, helped out at food stalls in japan, in order to travel for free he'd help out on boats, etc etc
literally never one time been in a serious relationship. had (many) flings here and there because he is after all an opportunist
lost touch with his mother when he started to lose money. he was waking up drunk and broke and unable to write her back, and he just kept putting it off - once i win x, once i clean up, once i settle down. and it just never happened.
he has a sister!! couple years younger than him, was his main connection to home because he wrote her for a few more years than his mother (he lied to her in his letters so she wouldn't worry). stopped writing her eventually. she died around 5 years before he did in a hurricane back home. it was kind of the last straw.
he's fully 56 we had this conversation he told me to my face. look at him. idk where this nonsense about him being 70-something came from and frankly it angers me
he won his status as an overlord, much like he later lost it. it got a bit shaky for a while - he had so much power over swindling, making bets, securing deals, which is basically an overlord's whole thing. i'd actually call power yet another one of his addictions but are we as a society ready for that conversation
overlord husk was insane. there's a sniper at my window rn bc if i talk about it too much itll be too good and clever
he didnt like val when he was an overlord either. seriously fuck that guy enemies (one sided) and it's been that way since the day he died
his va is black, he is black, end of story
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@goodtouch ๐ฌ๐š๐ข๐ โ€œi'm really going to doll up for you.โ€
"how much more dolled can you get?" husk asks in spite of himself, leaning heavy on the liquor in his hand (and his head). there's a threadbare confidence lurking around in him, something old and sunworn, wrinkled at the edges, a letter from long ago. it rears its head when he's warm with drink, a slow trailing stickiness in his chest. "you tellin' me there's more to it than this?"
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absolutely crazy to me that husk has the gall the nerve the audacity the ARROGANCE to hit alastor with "big talk for someone who's also on a leash". WHAT. you are going to DIE!!!!
like. why did he say that. what possibly made him think that he could get away with that shit. he's way too comfortable with alastor at this point. and of course he understands the threat that alastor is, it's just he is so used to fucking around and never finding out. husk says whatever he wants to alastor all the damn time and alastor has never once followed through with a threat (i think this is because most of the stuff husk says, alastor does not care about at all) but the leash thing struck a nerve. closest husk has ever come to danger at alastor's hands, even when alastor was calling on him to do odd jobs every now and again.
and what's more husk babe i KNOW you do not like this guy so why are you looking out for him. why are you warning him about his hashtag toxic friendship. he is not listening. and then it turns out that husk is RIGHT. if they hadn't had that spat husk would've pulled an "i told you so" SO fast
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@goodtouch ๐ฌ๐š๐ข๐ "i'm hopped up on blood and pheromones."
"smells like it." he's gotten worse at deadpanning around angel as of late; the jab comes out rounded, his bitten-down smile interfering with the wrinkle of his nose. "look at you, all that shit in your hair."
he knows they should probably be headed back. the girls don't trust him to pull this together, he gets that, and the longer they're gone the more their confidence will wane. husk wasn't his own first choice to cheer angel up, which he'll tell anyone that asks, but now he's here and there's blood on his hands and he hasn't felt this charged up in a while. not since starting at the hotel, anyway. "i know you ain't ready to call it a night, so how about this; we head back and i pour you a drink."
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