#highstakcs

[transinistor]

@highstakcs 👁️ Another Husk and Alastor misadventure.

It's  one  of  those  slow  nights  at  the  hotel.  Everyone  is  busy  doing  their  own  thing,  and  it  is  far  past  the  time  of  the  night  when  anyone  expected  any  guests  to  check  in  ━━ (  because  having  them  check  in  any  regular  hour  of  the  day  also  wasn't  really  a  common  occurrence,  either  ).

Unfortunately  for  Husk,  this  means  Alastor  is,  once  again,  bored  out  of  his  mind  and  who  better  to  pester  than  his  long-time  favorite  grouchy  bartender ?  Nevermind  whatever  Husk  was  in  the  middle  of.

The  radio  demon  appears  in  his  room,  perched  on  the  bed  beside  him.  The  flickering  glow  of  the  TV  in  the  room  casting  dancing  shadows.  Empty  bottles  of  whiskey  litter  the  bedside  table.  Husk  is  sitting  looking  rather  bored,  and  Alastor  doesn't  give  the  TV  too  much  thought  ......  Until  it  begins  moaning.  On  the  screen,  two  overly  sexy  anthropomorphic  laptop-themed  demons  are  in  the  middle  of  a  bizarre  and  highly  adult  video;  a  raunchy  voice  comes  through  the  TV  speaker.  "Ohhh  yes,  install  your  drives  deeper,  daddy - yes,  ohh compile  my  code!!"

This  is  what  he  gets  for  not  knocking  and  coming  in  the  door  like  a  normal  person,  isn't  it ?  After  a  languished  look  at  the  xxx-rated  scene  unfolding  on  the  television  screen,  Alastor's  head  whips  back  to  his  apparently  unimpressed  thrall,  shocked  and  faintly  amused  ❝ Husker,  what  in  the  seven  rings  of  hell  are  you  watching,  you  fuzzy  little  pervert ? ❞ 

He  knew  what  he  was  watching,  of  course.  He  could  SEE  what  he  was  watching  clear  as  day,  his  eyes  awkwardly finding  themselves  back  on  the  TV  screen  far  more  often  than  he  ever  intended,  even  in  the  few  moments  he'd  been  present.

[transinistorarch]

@highstakcs : casually stroking his ears

It  had  been  a  long  night,  and  he  was  really  only  silently  gathering  the  strength  to  get  himself  to  his  feet  and  wander  off  to  his  quarters  for  some  well-earned  rest.  Or  at  least  this  is  what  he  told  himself.  The  reality  was  more  that  he'd  had  a  few  and  only  made  it  as  far  as  the  lounge  in  the  Hotel's  parlor,  where  he  had  curled  up  like  a  kitten  and  began  nodding  in  and  out  of  sleep.

Husk's  clawed  hands  reached  to s toke his ears  and  the  furry  appendages  in  question  flicked  a  few  time  as the  touch  slowly  began  to  register  within  his  mind,  causing  him  to  stir  ever  so  slightly.  It  didn't  come  with  any  sense  of  alarm  once  it  did,  rather,  an  eye  cracked  open  to  make  sure  he  was  indeed in  the  presence  of  who  he  imagined,  and  a  contented  little  hum  that  morphed  into  a  lazy  chuckle  came  from  him.  ❝ Mmhm  -  Someone's in  a  good  mood ~ ❞

Theres  a  slight  drawl  and  a  genuine  sense  of  amusement  as  he  speaks.  He  stretches  out  and  puts  his  arms  up,  intending  for  Husk  to  give  him  a  hand  up  from  his  place  on  the  parlor  lounge.  ❝ Help  me  up, Husker. I  think  it is  due  time  we  turn  in  for  the  night. ❞

After  all,  he  doubts  anyone  was  checking  in  any time soon and  if  by  some  slim  chance  some  sinner  DID decide  to  turn  up  in  the  ass  crack  of  the  morning ?  Well,  fuck  them.  They  could  wait  for  however  long  it  took  for  anyone  else  to  wake  up.

[bringsin]

@highstakcs

"hey," angel greets awkwardly, sitting at the bar. he's been feeling warm and itchy, which only can mean one thing for him. he wants a drink, but he needs to get this done so he can hole himself up in his room and start building a web to spend the week in miserably. "so..." he drawls, not making eye contact, "you won't see me for the next week."

[ducktastic-dad]

@highstakcs  ;  Name: Husk. Age: Old enough. Do you like to cuddle?: Maybe. Can we make-out?: If you play your cards right. A night in or dinner out?: Whatever. I guess a night out wouldn't kill me. I'm already dead. Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Not my thing. What makes you a good Valentine?: I'm not. This would be a bad idea on your part. Would you cook for me?: I can make you a drink. That's about it. Would you let me cook for you?: ... Can you cook? Let's just get take out. (he's so good at selling himself...)    valentine's applications  ━  accepting.

❝    you  sell  yourself  too  short,  husky  !   ━  can  i  call  you  husky  ?   anyway  ━  my  sweet  charlie  speaks  very  fondly  of  you,  i'm  sure  you  have  plenty  of  reasons  you'd  be  a  good  valentine's  partner.  it  sounds  like  a   “  totally  chill  ”   time.    ❞

such  nonchalance,  very  appealing  !   (  and  lucifer  is  oh-so  lonely.  )

❝    consider  yourself  valentines-ed,  or.  .  .  whatever  the  term  is.  my  answer  is a  yes.    ❞

[voxxisms]

❛ here, have a drink on me. you look like you need it, buddy. i know i do. ha! ❜

he slides over a glass of bourbon. his own personal stock, the best money can buy.

@highstakcs

[hclluvahctel-aa]

[ feed ] sender feeds receiver's pet/s for them (to angel)

IT WAS NEVER FUN WHEN VAL DECIDED he needed to stay back late for some reshoots, if not for him then for Fat Nuggets, who was waiting for him back at the hotel. Poor pig was probably starving. It wasn't until the early hours that he finally got back to the hotel, and he quietly dragged himself off to his room.

Looking around for Nugget's food, his brow furrows when he spots remnants left in the pig's bowl. He could've sworn he'd cleaned his bowl this morning. Glancing around the room, the sight of a bottle sat on his bedside table caught his attention. He walks over, spotting a small note assuring him that Nuggets had been fed. Seeing who had signed it, Angel let his lips curl into a small, grateful smile.

[transinistor]

@highstakcs :: 💔 that kiss meme, pick whatever you want || Accepting ! || 4. A bloody kiss.

The  lounge  was  dim,  steeped  in  silence,  save  for  the  soft  crackle  of  an  old  radio  playing  something  hauntingly  sweet.  The  scent  of  iron  still  clung  to  the  air,  heavy  and  unmistakable.  A  body,  if  it  could  even  be  called  that  anymore,  lay  in  the  hall,  just  out  of  sight  —  but  not  out  of  mind.  Torn  and  gored,  a  twisted,  wet  scrap  of  whoever  it  had  once been.

Here,  Alastor  stands  dapper  as  ever;  blood  spattered  across  his  coat  like  some  morbid  embroidery.  His  grin  was  characteristically  sharp,  wicked,  and  unnerving,  and  this  time,  painted  heavily  with  the  same  blood  that  stained  his  coat.  Though  he  stands  quiet,  the  gleam  in  his  eyes  dances  with  a  madness  that  no  jazz  tune  could  ever  tame  as  they  singled  in  on  his  single  living,  unmauled  companion.

There  was  Husk,  half  a  bottle  of  bourbon  in  his  paw,  watching  with  tired,  jaded  eyes.  He  didn't  ask  questions.  He  rarely  did,  and  Alastor  couldn't  tell  if  he  was  afraid  or  just  downright  disgusted.  Either  way,  it  swelled  a  great  amusement  inside  of  him,  rivalled  only  by  the  sheer  thrill  he'd  felt,  the  kind  only  death  had  ever  given  him.  Something  in  the  air  crackled,  alive  with  something  perhaps  a  little  darker  and  more  devious   than  usual.

❝ You  always  watch  so  quietly,  Husker, ❞  Alastor  said,  stepping  closer,  voice  honeyed  and  utterly  grotesque.  He  couldn't  just  leave  it  there,  not  when  he  had  so  much  fun. No,  Husk  wasn't  getting  out  of  this  unscathed,  as  silent  and  unassuming  as  he  had  been. ❝ One  might  think  you  were  waiting  for  something. ❞

The  gap  between  them  closed  as  Alastor  put  his  hand  on  Husk's  chest.  No  force.  It's  just  there,  and  in  much  the  same  way,  before  he  could  hear  any  word  of  protest  or  dismissal,  Alastor  leans  in  and  presses  his  mouth  firmly  against  his  thralls  in  a  demented  kiss,  soaked  in  iron  and  mania.  Its  sweet,  yet  all  teeth,  heat,  and  the  taste  of  copper  and  caramel  simultaneously  wrapped  in  a  morbid  tension.  Strangely  fitting  for  the  bizarre  and  disturbed  scene  they'd  found  themselves  in.

[transinistorarch]

Marriage, captivity, servitude, all the same things if you were to ask Alastor ! ❤️

[spidersins]

buys angel a grand theft auto video game

good luck ever getting this boys attention again - you've officially given angel the right to be an absolute Menace and do everything he's not allowed to do in hell anymore because it isn't 'constructive to our goal' according to charlie.

let's ignore the fact he still does most some of it when he thinks he can get away with shit.

[bringsin]

@highstakcs

he doesn't know when it happens at work. rousing in bed in his former room, angel feels disoriented and... different. everything sounds louder, a pounding headache making him groan quietly. raising his hands to press against his eyes, angel tries to use his lower hands to feel around for his phone, only to not be able to feel them. opening his eyes, angel looks down to realize he looks very different.

panic sets in rapidly, feeling down his body to discover he's covered in actual fur, not the spider hair that was always just a little coarse no matter how much he took care of it. his extra arms are gone, and he's no longer aware of the other four that he's had for so long. for a moment, he doesn't know what to do, his body transformed against his will. so he flees.

immediately, he hates how much slower he is than before, less power in his legs so he's forced to run the entire distance from the studio to the hotel.

panting heavily when he finally reaches the lobby, he manages to find the only feline he knows very quickly. "husk!"

[hostradio]

❝ hmm. ❞ a little hum; the tip of one shoe nudges disinterestedly at a piece of rubble. alastor then looks up, and his ear flicks a bit as he regards the newest gaping hole marring the hotel's wall. ❝ i thought it was feeling a bit drafty in here! ❞ the radio demon jokes, turning to husker with a particularly wide smile — as if he's fully expecting the sinner to laugh. it hardly matters whether he does, of course; the chortling of an unseen audience plays regardless. ❝ my, what happened this time? ❞

@highstakcs &&. liked for a STARTER.

[fizzarollitm]

fizz / husk

I'm very interested to explore it as a dynamic but I think the genuine aspects of Fizz that Husk would need to see are not only not coming forward, Fizz has no interest in showing them. I think it would be a more combative Huskerdust with Husk probably pushing to see more of the "real" Fizz while Fizz is like babes I'm a literal clown. Anyway do you wanna hit or not?

[isforever-moved]

@highstakcs  ♥︎'d  for  a  starter  from  CHARLIE  MORNINGSTAR  !

      “me?  worried?  no!  of  course  not,  why  would  i  be  worried?  i'm  totally  chill,  see?"  except  that  she's  been  pacing  back  and  forth  for  fifteen  minutes  now.  “i  have  nothing  to  worry  about!  i'm  totally  not  panicking!"

[transinistor]

@highstakcs : "c'mon. if I have to do this pride shit, so do you." husk being dragged by angel also dragging alastor bc they're the old men queers and husk doesn't want to be here

He's  being  pulled  along  like  a  reluctant  and  very  dapper  kite  in  a  windstorm  ❝ Ah-ah-aha,  Husker ! ❞  ━  well,  until  he  digs  his  heels  in,  melting  into  shadow  and  smoke  and  reappearing  this  time  on  the  opposite  side  of  the  old  cat  that  was  trying  to  maneuver  him  around,  tables  turned.  ❝ How  exactly  does  one  celebrate  a  "Pride" ?  Are  we  going  to  march ?  --  picnic ?  --  dance ?  Indoors  or  outdoors ?  What  is  the  dress  code ?  What  are  we  proud  of ?  Will  there  be  a  cake ?  Good  gracious,  man,  I  need  details ! ❞ 

[transinistorarch]

❝ Haha, its a double bingo for you too, Husker ! Though, If I'm not mistaken, a couple of these little technicalities aside might just make it a quintet !

❝ You see ? Why, we are practically made for each other ~ ❞

[spidersins]

"well, look what the cat dragged in." he must do a dad-ism

❛ oh baby, the cat dragged me in, wants to fuck me over the bar and is gonna get me a cute drink with a bendy straw. ❜