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Party Clown Care List

Hello clownblr friends! I wanted my first clown-care post to be about the breed I know most on. Party clowns! For context, I have had the fortune to care for five (5) party clowns in the past and currently care for a pure bred and mixed party clown. Clowns are lovely creatures that are often mistreated and the state of common clown care Is dastardly! I hope this guide can help you decide on if to purchase and care for a party clown.

Before you buy

There are a few things you must consider before you purchase your new life companion. Speaking of which…

Properly cared for clowns that live in the Earthly dimension live up to 120 years. You must be prepared to take care of them until you humanely transfer them into their native dimension (more on this later), or give them to someone you trust and is experienced in clown care when you can care for them no longer.

The space available in your home is crucial! Party clowns require large tents and tend to accumulate in groups. Prepare accordingly.

Family and or friends living in the home have to be willing to adjust to the clown!!! Clowns are not made to adjust to their environment as they have been tailored to their specific breed. If the people in the home are afraid of your clown companions or cause your clown distress, please do not bring the bundle of joy to your home. It is sad news if a clown is not fitted to your home, but don’t worry, the perfect clown for you is out there!

You need to find ethical clown care stores near you. Many main stream clown stores are the PetSmart equivalent for clowns… Do not settle for their capitalistic greed. Shop small!

Enclosure Options

The average party clown requires a tent that is at least 50 feet wide and has a particularly high top. With each new clown you adopt you should add an additional 10 feet (at least).

These options are NOT suited for your companion;

These tents are small, under-stimulating, and will distress your new friend. Many clowns harm themselves against their improper enclosures, like orca whales if you will, so make sure that your tent is fit for your party clown.

These tents are perfect for your companion;

These examples are fit for multiple clowns, but it is only an example! This is just a demonstration of proper height and decorations.

Proper Enclosure Toys/Decoration

Some toys you would want for your party clown are listed but not limited to…

A large ball pit (depending on how many clowns you care for size will vary)

Cotton candy making machine; Like Guinea pigs, clowns should be fed the same time twice a day. If you keep their meals a novelty or show everyday, it will keep them invested in the meal!

A ball to do tricks on

Multiple outfits suited for party clowns to play dress-up (Each clown has proper clothing etiquette and needs. Your clown will have a certain taste in fashion. I will make a post on clothes suitable for party clowns later, this topic is too large for a generalized post such as this)

Things to juggle (balls, bowling pins, etc)

My pure bed party clowns favorite toy is a light up star stuffed animal. Stuffed toys should be given at your discretion and based around your clowns desires.

If you have any ideas on what could be used as a toy, please submit it in my asks. I will reply and give my opinion on if it’s suitable for party clowns! Please leave your party clowns favorite toys in the comments.

Enclosure Cleaning/Care

Tent cleanup and care is fairly simple! It’s a blessing, considering the size of the tent. Party clowns like a neat space so they can switch from activity to activity with ease. This results in a fairly tidy companion. However, you will still need to do human chores, like sweeping, dusting, and excrement cleanup. You should clean the leftover mess in the tent like you would your home. Try to clean the tent once a week, but you could do this less or more depending on the personality of your clown.

Diet

A party clowns primary diet is simple. Cotton candy and a few candied treats for special occasions. Since party clowns need lots of stimulation to be relaxed and happy, you should make breakfast and dinner a show (as stated previously). I recommend investing in a child’s cotton candy maker and entertaining your friends while you make their meal. It’s also easier this way since many cotton candy brands are not nutritious for clowns! Cotton Fluff is absolutely despicable in clown husbandry terms.

Deciding on wether to buy an old timey machine or more modern model varies on your companions preferences. These are examples of a classic model and a modern!

Diet (Treats)

Good treats for party clowns include but are not limited to…

Soft Carmel (hard candy is hard for them to chew so avoid it!)

Tootsie rolls

Lollipops (They instinctually know to not bite down on them, don’t worry!)

These should be given during training and just when you want to say ‘I love you’. <3

Clown Dimensions? Come again?

I hear you! Clowns are not from the earthly realm, they were brought here by ancient alien settlers and eventually took over and created portals for themselves! Don’t worry, humans regulate the portals coming in and out of earth, so there is a standardized process for coming and going. Here is some basic knowledge on clown aging.

Clowns molt every ten or so years. This depends on species, but party clowns molt every five to ten. This is comparable to a snake. When party clowns are at their last life cycle on earth, you should look into sending them back on their way out of your home. Wether this be giving them to a trusted friend or transfer them to the clown zone. Signs of a party clowns aging includes but is not limited to…

Lower energy/Lethargic

Frequent naps

Longer times in between molting

Less interactions between other bonded clowns

Erratic play time (you’ll know what this mean when the time comes)

Go through your local clown portal organization for more information on the process. It is very different from country to country, or even state to state, simply because of the frequency of energy in different places of the world.

Have any questions? Submit them in my asks! Or leave a comment!

There is much more to caring for party clowns, but this is just a starter! I hope these creatures bring as much love and joy to your life as they have to mine.

XOXO Slushy Mother 🩷

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exhaustinglycapripio · 1 month

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I'd like to imagine a Yandere!Python Husband would keep you up all night, panting and purring about how your home is big enough to fit more than the two of you. He'll keep his thick cocks buried in both of your holes while he casually asks you how many children you'd want to have. No matter what your answer is, he'll keep fucking you and dumping his thick seed directly inside your womb. It's okay to pass out a little, he doesn't mind! Rest assured that you will be waking up to a belly full of cum and a snuggly snake curled around you in a protective manner (as if you're already pregnant and in need of protection). His dream is to knock you up with twins or triplets 💖

"You'll grant that for me, won't you, dearie~?"

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okay but what a fallen angel who you happen to stumble upon all bloody and bruised. and we must take him home to care for him and oops somehow we end up in his lap taking care of him in other ways…

poor thing. pathetic and wretched. He doesn't deserve your soft touch, but he accepts it anyway. who cares if he's being selfish right now, greedy and sinful. He's already fallen, how much worse can it get? you treat him the best you can, his injuries heal on their own, but he doesn't tell you that. He like your touch, and the way you coo at him that "this might sting a little bit". It does sting but he doesn't mind. He's fascinated by this new sensation of pain. Injuries never touched him before in the heavens. it's... not good, but it is fascinating.

His wings heal, and work again but the feathers turn black, marking his fall. You should be disgusted with him, he's defied his master, and now he's something unholy. You seem fascinated by his wings, running your fingers through his soft wings, and telling him how pretty he looks. and your laugh, heavens above, your laugh is sweeter than any church bells, he thinks he'd do anything to hear you giggle for him and see you smile.

He's obsessed with your touch, with the warmth your hands bring. He doesn't know what "touch starved" means until you explain it to him but it perfectly describes him and how he feels. He's an angel, not a human, he shouldn't need skinship like you do. but he does crave it. he doesn't want to let you go when you hug him. he finds himself pressing his face into your palm, forcing you to cradle his cheek the way you did that first night when you found him.

As an angel, all be it a fallen one, he's never had sex but he wasn't born yesterday. Lust has always been a temptation he struggled with. He knows what it means when his heartbeat quickens every time you're near. he knows he wants to kiss you, touch every inch of you, fuck you. He's aware of his own carnal desires, he's just so used to denying these wants he isn't sure how to act on them.

He truly does have pure intentions when he pulls you onto his lap. holding you in his big arms. But then you shift a little too much and your mouth is already so close to his... you'll take care of him, right? you'll take his big cock and make him cum like he needs, right? you're his savor, and now bringing him to ecstasy like this, He'll gladly devote himself to you, just keep riding him like that.

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exhaustinglycapripio · 1 month

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part one

Fallen angel who can't help but crave sex every moment after you two make love for the first time. He doesn't want to eat or sleep or work, he wants to be balls deep inside your perfect cunt. He's only ever known Devotion, not even as a form of love, but as a way of life, now that he's lost his god he has nothing to devote himself to except for your perfect body and the holy way you cum. He eats you out with the same diligence as he used to pray. He knows your body the way a priest knows the bible. Your cries of pleasure are like gospel music. divine.

He drizzles honey over your tits and sucks your skin clean again, lavishing you with his tongue, teasing your nipples with his teeth. If you're worried that he's not eating enough he'll gladly take every meal at the alter of your breasts.

He feels unworthy when you bathe him, no amount of soap will make him clean again. He doesn't deserve your soft affection. if anything, he should be bathing you, kneeling at your feet, bringing warm water over your body, tenderly washing every inch. but he's not the worshiper he once was, he gets distracted, and he strokes your pussy slowly back and forth, the soap long forgotten as he "cleans" you. He strokes your clit slowly, his breath fluttering as you twitch against the pad of his fingers. He's so lucky to be in the cult of your love, your first and only follower. Normally he knows that people would try to share this pleasure, this sanctum, but the thought of sharing you twists him inside. He thinks he'd kill anyone else who tried to worship you the way he does.

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exhaustinglycapripio · 2 months

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drunk sex

a/n: bro is in denial. consider this a part 2 to wet dreams

pairing: tsu'tey x afab!dreamwalker!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), grinding

Tsu’tey stares at you from across the celebration, holding his drink in his hand and watching as you danced with Neytiri and Jake and some of the others

he was a few drinks deep already, watching with a glower as you move and laugh with the others, and he takes a another drink and looks away

jealousy brews in his stomach, seeping into his veins and into his brain, fogging his thoughts and filling them only with you

how you would dance with him, how you would feel underneath his fingertips, and Tsu’tey growls and finishes off his drink and places it to the side

the world felt fuzzy, the only thing clear was the thrumming of his heart in his chest as he approached you, the dreamwalker so dedicated to learning about the Omatikaya clan and about ewya’eveng

you look at him with a bright smile, greeting him as your teacher, and Tsu’tey grumbles, grabbing onto your wrist and dragging you away from Jake

he resists the urge to hiss at the dreamwalker and drags you near the fire instead to dance with you, and you look confused, face scrunched up like always

but you follow his lead and let him lead on the dance floor, and you keep a careful eye on your feet as to not trip over yourself

Tsu’tey’s tail behind him flicks as he looks at how a thin layer of sweat covers your skin, and he can’t help but want to place his lips on your neck and mark you

you grip a little tighter onto his arms as the rhythm gets faster, and you look up at him sheepishly and say that you’re not much of a dancer in your stilted na’vi accent

at least you learned the language much better than Jake, and he grumbles at you but takes you off the dance floor to one of the cooler parts of Hometree

the cool breeze passing through Hometree cools his skin, and you sigh in relief as the prickle of heat no longer passes over your skin

he continues to drag you through Hometree, both of your feet stumbling and mind spinning, alcohol running through your system

eventually he stops as he reaches a secluded area of the Hometree, and he sits down on the ground and leans against of its trunks, staring at you as you sit down with him

you sit right next to him, the heat on your skin bleeding into him, and he wants to do nothing more than make you hotter

he moves himself clumsily to loom over you, face so close to yours that he can count the tanhi on your face, and you let him, just staring up at him with wide golden eyes

Tsu’tey blinks at you, your strange eyebrows, the stripes on your face, the flecks in your eyes, and he hates that he wants to do nothing more than kiss you

perhaps it was the alcohol running through his veins or just the fact that you were so close to him, but he moves his head forward to meld his lips with yours

a surprised sound comes out of your mouth, but you melt into the touch soon enough, hand coming up to cup his face

your strange fourth finger presses into his cheek, but he doesn’t care, not when you make such sweet sounds and when your lips are so soft

he leans in closer to you, bringing a hand up to cusp the back of your neck to bring you in impossibly close, and he groans when he tastes your sweet whine in his mouth

it was better than any dream he could ever have, better than his best fantasies, better than the ripe fruits of eywa’eveng

Tsu’tey balances himself on his knees, refusing to even part from your lips for more than a second, and he moves himself so that your legs are forced to wrap around his waist

hooking his hands over your thighs, he abruptly picks you up, and he swallows the small gasp you let out

your legs tighten around his waist, and he presses your back into the tree, grinding himself into your body and groaning at the feeling of his cock grinding against the material of his tewng

you mewl into his mouth, hands gripping onto his shoulders and digging the blunt fingernails into the muscle, and he pants into your mouth for a quick breath of air

he presses his forehead to yours, simply breathing in the scent of you, and he wants so much more of you, even if you were a dreamwalker

you haunt his dreams, his reality, his mind, and he doesn’t think he can stand another second where he was away from you

it irritates him to no end how much he craves you, and he presses his lips to yours again to forget his desire

for now, he could at least satiate the hunger and slake the thirst, to only have you for this night, it would be enough to not desire you with every fiber of his being

except he knows it will never be enough when he grind into you, and you whimper his name, begging for more, begging for him

he groans, groans that he knows and continues to grind against you, slightly adjusting your position so that his clothed cock can grind into your clit

his tail sways behind him, and he wants you, wants you so bad that it hurt his body to not have you close

Tsu’tey wants to hear your cries and groans for him as he tastes every single space of your skin, wants to hear you mewl pathetically as he nips at your neck

he wants to tease you, to press kisses to your chest and tease your nipples until you wouldn’t be able to think of anything else but him

he wants to trail kisses down your stomach and slowly untie your tewng and look at the arousal on your pussy and clean it off with his tongue

he wants to fuck you on his tongue and his fingers, to stretch you open on his fingers for his cock, to taste you on his tongue as you cum and cry out his name

you would be so sweet as he fucks into you, tears streaming down your pretty face and your voice hiccuping with incomprehensible pleas

you would be so beautiful underneath the glint of the moon as he completes the bond to make you fully his

you would be so pretty when kissing him as he comes inside of you and kisses you until the both of you fall asleep underneath the blanket of stars

but right now, this was good enough, your honeyed moans that he tastes with his tongue as he grinds into you, the adrenaline and alcohol swirling together to only heighten everything about you

pleasure roars and comes crashing down him, and he moans your name into your mouth as he comes into his tewng, and you squirm in his hold as you gasp and grind into him, your own high flinging you into the abyss of pleasure

the both of you continue to grind against each other, just desperate for each other, and he only pulls away when he’s been thoroughly exhausted

your lips are flush and swollen from his own, and he’s sure he looks just as debauched as you, eyes glazed over and chest heaving up and down

slowly, he lets you place your feet back down on the floor, and you keep a hand on his arm, keeping close to him

you look up at him with those big round eyes of his, and then you say something in that demon tongue and Tsu’tey pulls back away from you

he can’t believe himself, that he had been so entranced with you that he forgot that you were a dreamwalker, a demon

Tsu’tey hisses at you and leaves you, and he wishes he could stay and kiss you again as you stand there with a lost and dejected expression

but he doesn’t, he turns around and walks away from you

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exhaustinglycapripio · 2 months

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heres a midi of hips dont lie with a banjo as the vocals

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exhaustinglycapripio · 2 months

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Idk about y'all but my man shigaraki? He got some mean ass cock I'm talkin bout he got shotgun sized dick, bruise your cervix type of dick- y'all don't wanna hear me you just wanna dance. SHIGARAKI LAYS MEAN ASS PIPE AND Y'ALL JUST DON'T GET IT. LOOK AT HIM- I bet you won't tell him to get off his game and come put his COCK in your stomach. Y'all just wanna fuckin dance bruh, This man dick so fuckin heavy he has a hard time carrying it- he literally throws it onto your face so you can feel just how heavy it really is, but y'all not hearing me at all. Shigaraki's dick is so meaty, heavy, thick, and girthy that only half of it can fit inside you- bitch he gotta hold the rest of his cock to keep it from bending too much when he fucks you. 😭y'all aren't hearing me!!! Shigaraki will literally break your fuckin pussy and guess what? I'll still sit there and take it break it daddy

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exhaustinglycapripio · 4 months

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The differences between terms for magic users

(Note, this is not universal and many works have different interpretations: this is just a summary of the common ground when the terms are used in different media)

Wizard: Someone who learns magic through study and practice to get things done. Much like chemistry, except that if you mess up badly your summon an eldritch horror from another plane of reality instead of breaking a beaker. Study all kinds of magic; specialization will result in them becoming (whatever)mancers. While commonly used to adress male practitioners of magic the term is not gender-exclusive.

Witch: A practitioner of a mix of magic and medicine, combined with common sense and practical knowledge. Are more approachable than wizards and often serve as a community’s anchor for reality. Magic often includes life magic like healing spells, nature magic to help plants grow, sometimes have affinity for animals as well. Also make potions and sometimes serve as amateur psychologists. More likly to be seen as evil (or be used by evil people), but witchcraft itself is not evil. The term is almost exclusively used for women, but men can practice witchcraft as well.

Sorcerer: Has power inherent to their being. Is often “in the blood” with the source being an ancestor who was some kind of magical being, often a dragon. Sorcery is more limited in scope than wizardry: while a powerful sorcerer can outshine a wizard in one field their abilities are more limited in another. Think of them like more like superheroes: they have their gimmick but get their asses beat in other fields. Sometimes their magic is limited to a particular type (fire, arcane power, time) and sometimes they get a variety of spells. Sorcery is more intuitve than wizardry: sorcerers feel the magic within them and use it to cast spells, not caring for how or why it works. Not all sorcerers are created equally: some get limited to stage magic while others get phenominal cosmic power. In comparison to wizards sorcerers can keep casting for far longer: they throw spell after spell at the point where a wizard is already spent. Practice can expand upon a sorcerer’s abilities, but learning new things is not very common. Sorcerers can be both good and evil, and the term is male-only: a femal sorcerer is a sorceress.

Warlock: The term is often used for male witches, but this is not always the case. Warlocks practice pact magic: they agree to either give something to a benefactor or be their agent in return for power. Said benefactor can be anything from devils to the Fair Folk to the spirits of old and even extradimensional horrors, with benevolent forces providing such magic is very rare (and not the same as divine magic). Pact magic is often very destructive but limited in scope and frequently taxes its user more heavily than other magics do. Due to their nature Warlocks tend to be not very good people; the influence of their benefactor often increasing evil behaviour. The term is used most frequently to refer to men but warlocks can be women as well.

There is plenty of rivalry and dislike between these four kinds of magic: wizards are seen as uptight, elitist and detached from reality, witches as backwater meddlers and sometimes servants of evil, sorcerers as tryhards and children who play with things they do not understand and warlocks as people who sold their souls to evil to get an imitation of power.

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exhaustinglycapripio · 4 months

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Huskerdust fic - Sweet and a lil spicy!

Long Nights and Revelations rated Mature

After sharing a few bottles, Angel makes an impulsive move. It doesn't go quite as planned but it does lead to a welcome conversation. And a little bit more...

The hotel was quiet except for the slight echo of their conversation against the vaulted ceiling. The rest of the occupants were long since asleep. Angel and Husk had retired from the bar to share a final bottle on one of the sofas while they played a half hearted game of Old Maid.

Angel was drunk, a little dozy, and Husk wasn’t even invested enough to cheat. They ought to have called it a night by now but Angel kept asking Husk to show him fancy shuffle tricks. Between the cards and the booze, the company and the easy conversation, time ticked by unnoticed.

“Oh now you’re just insultin’ my intelligence,” Husk rolled his eyes at Angel’s clumsy play.

“Or maybe it’s a double bluff and I want you to take a different card.” Angel arched one brow. Then giggled and hiccupped slightly, which ruined the rakish effect he’d been hoping for.

“I’ve seen your acting. You couldn’t bluff your way outta a paper bag.” Husk pulled a different card from the one Angel had left conspicuously sticking out further. His face didn’t move as he glanced at it and slid it into his hand.

Angel affected a pout. “Why you gotta make it hurt like that, huh?”

Husk snorted, taking a long slug from their dwindling bottle before passing it over. “Ain’t you the one always bragging about being a masochist?”

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Huskerdust H/C Fic

It was a truly ridiculous time of the morning – closer to sunrise than to midnight – when the front door to the hotel opened and Angel stumbled in, looking like the exhausted and battered remnants of a very bad night. He closed the door behind himself and leaned back against it, eyes closed and head tipped back as he tried to make the entire world stop spinning around him. Colors and light were hurting his eyes. He could hear a constant low-level whine in his ears. His entire body throbbed like a giant bruise.

He didn’t even know for sure how he had gotten home from the studio. The last thing he remembered clearly was being blindfolded with all four of his hands encased in chained cuffs. One of the other actors had pulled his hair too hard and Angel had pulled away. The guy had hit him – and Angel’s world had gone slanted.

He breathed deeply against the door and accepted that, yeah, he most likely had a minor concussion. Had the guy actually managed to hit him that hard? It wasn’t the first time Angel had been roughed up during filming. Hell, it wasn’t the first time he’d been roughed up during filming that week!

“Hey, Angel? You okay, there, kid?”

Angel jerked to attention and immediately swayed, vision going foggy. He could feel himself start to go down before his upper arms went around a pair of shoulders, strong paws grabbing the elbows of his second set of arms and holding him upright. Angel flinched and instinctively pulled back and he was quickly released, which helped bring him back into the moment. He wouldn’t have been released anywhere but the Hazbin Hotel.

He slowly opened his eyes and his vision focused enough to recognize Husk standing in front of him, looking up at him with concern written across his face.

“Why ‘r ya up so late?” Angel asked, slurring his words as his tongue didn’t want to cooperate.

Husk reached out and touched Angel’s elbow again, and now that Angel knew who was the one with paws on him he let Husk guide him away from the door.

The cat had a bit of a blush around the muzzle as he admitted, “I waited up for you. I wasn’t counting on you getting back this late, though.” Husk paused and then said, “You look like a mess.”

“I think I have a concussion,” Angel told him. “I don’t remember too much after gettin’ hit….”

Husk swore and grabbed him again now that Angel wasn’t jerking away from his touch. “All right, baby, come here.” He pulled at the spider and Angel let him. He trusted Husk. Husk wouldn’t hurt him. Husk would take him somewhere safe.

He blacked out a bit as the cat demon tugged him and then realized that he was laid out on the couch, staring up at the ceiling with his long legs dangling off the side. “Um.”

“Here, can I touch your legs?”

“Yeah, s’fine,” Angel told him. Husk carefully grabbed at Angel’s shins and moved his legs up to lay on the couch. Angel would normally have made some kind of joke. He knew that his legs were his best feature (as long as no one got a glimpse of his feet). But even through the fog he remembered that Husk didn’t like when Angel threw passes at him. And honestly he was in no shape to do anything if the cat did take him up on it.

Husk moved up closer to him and said, “Eyes on me for a second, Angel.”

He blinked slowly and tipped his head toward Husk. “Huh?”

“Yeah, your pupils don’t look right,” Husk said, sighing. “All right, kid. We’ll take care of you.”

Angel snorted quietly and said, “I’ve done scripts that started a little bit like that before.” He paused and added, “Not for a long time, though. Val doesn’t take care of me anymore.”

“I know, baby.” Husk shook his head. “Close your eyes so the light doesn’t bother them. And don’t try to move. I’m getting some stuff to help.”

Angel had zero desire to move ever again, honestly. Every time he did, it set the world to spinning and that was highly unpleasant. He lay there on the couch, feeling like he was floating in the air but in a bad way. He couldn’t feel anything solid underneath him, even though he knew logically that there was.

He didn’t know how long he’d been left to lay there, but eventually he felt his eyes start to tear up. He didn’t want to be alone when he felt like this. Which was so strange to him; Angel had always retreated and licked his wounds alone, hiding his weakness behind a grin and an inuendo.

“Hey, no, don’t do that, baby,” Husk scolded as he returned. “If you start crying, it’s just going to make you feel worse.”

“But it hurts,” Angel sobbed. He reached out with his second left hand, groping blindly in the air, until he felt the bend of a wing get pushed into his palm. He curled his fingers around the shape, being careful not to yank the feathers since he remembered when Niffty had accidentally (and, yes, it did genuinely seem to be an accident) yanked a few out and Husk had complained about it stinging.

“What hurts?” Husk asked him.

“Everything.”

“All right, kid. Can you motion to where on your head you got hit?”

Angel took a long breath, trying to calm down so he would be able to obey Husk’s gentle urging. He sniffled sadly and raised a hand, making a vague circle around where he recalled the jerk’s fist connecting. Husk gently moved his hand away then Angel felt the cat move and something soft and cold press against his head.

“Ouch,” he whined.

“I know, baby,” Husk soothed. “But we’ve got to ice it to make sure there’s no swelling.”

“Okay.” Angel lightly squeezed Husk’s wing, still careful. Husk treated him real good, and Angel didn’t want to hurt him, even if it was on accident.

He laid there with his eyes closed, feeling the coldness of the ice pack seep into the skin and soothe away some of the burning ache where the jerk’s fist had made contact. Husk continued to make low shushing sounds as Angel fussed, and Angel listened to his low voice, felt that familiar comforting presence.

But as the pain in his head receded just a bit, Angel slowly became aware of everything else on his body that was just not right.

“Husky?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“My stomach is really not happy.”

“All right, one hand up to hold your ice pack.”

Angel raised one of his upper arms slowly, taking over holding it. Then he felt Husk slide a hand behind his shoulders and slowly ease him off of the couch cushions. The world lurched again but no where near as violently as it had before. Angel kept his eyes closed to combat the dizziness until he was sat up a bit, his upper body shifted to lean against Husk.

“Here.”

Angel cracked one eye open and saw that Husk had put one of the cleaning buckets under him so that if he threw up it wouldn’t make a mess. Angel really really didn’t want to be sick, but he appreciated that Husk was prepared for it.

“I’m not sure if I’ll puke or not,” Angel admitted.

“That’s fine, legs. You can sit for a moment to see what your stomach does.”

Angel nodded and leaned even more against Husk, letting the grumpy old cat hold him up. He could feel the places they were pressed together – his upper shoulder against Husk’s chest, his head leaning in the crook of Husk’s neck. There were spots where the fur on Angel’s upper and lower right arms rubbed against the bare fur of Husk’s torso around the straps of his suspenders. The fur rubbing sent tingles racing from those points of contact, raising goosebumps on Angel’s skin in a good way and tickling him just a little.

“Think I’m okay,” Angel managed after a moment when he decided that his stomach had temporarily stopped its revolt.

Husk shifted and then Angel felt the bar-cat gently pushing the fluff of hair out of his face, stroking it back. “All right. Can you have some medicine and water while you’re sitting up?”

“I think so.”

Husk shifted a bit and Angel moved with him, not willing to sit up on his own. He could hear the high-pitched rattle of the medicine bottle and winced as that noise pierced through his aching head, but he moved his lower arm and focused on the way Husk’s fur pulled at his own (one of these days he would get the grumpy gambler to use fur conditioner, Angel swore it.)

“Here, baby.”

“I don’t wanna open my eyes again,” Angel whined.

“Then hold your hand out and I can give it to you.”

Angel moved a little but then decided that he didn’t want to do that either. He opened his mouth, extending his tongue just a bit, wanting Husk to put it in his mouth instead of in his hand.

“Are you kidding me right now?” Husk grumbled.

Angel hummed sweetly and said, “I don’t feel well. Be nice.”

Husk huffed and Angel waited several seconds to see what he would do. He was about to give up – he wanted to tease Husk a little but wasn’t in the mood for anything drawn out – when Angel felt a light pressure on his tongue.

“I spoil you,” Husk told him.

Angel made a soft happy noise and pulled his tongue back, feeling the pain pill Husk had given him.

“You have to help with the water, though.”

He agreeably raised his lower left arm and fumbled through the air until he felt the cool surface of the glass under his fingers. Husk helped him raise it up and Angel took a long gulp of water, washing down the medicine and some of the lingering nausea eeking up the back of his throat.

“Thanks, kitty,” he said when he finally let the glass go.

“Happy to help, brat.” Husk took the glass away from him then shifted Angel’s weight and had him pull the ice pack away. “You’ve got a little egg, but you should be okay. Any other injuries we need to worry about?”

Angel slowly took a mental inventory of himself. “I hurt a lot of other places, but nothing that won’t heal up.”

“All right, baby. Come on – let’s get you into bed. Concussions need to make sure they get enough sleep.”

“Mmhmm,” Angel muttered. He moved to try to get up but then groaned as the world shifted. “Nope. I’m sleeping here.”

Husk heaved out a deep sigh and then Angel felt Husk’s arm settle more heavily around his shoulders. Then he squeaked when he felt Husk’s other arm nudging against his knees.

“Husk?”

“Don’t squirm or I’ll drop you and you’ll end up in worse shape.”

Angel smiled and pressed his face further into Husk’s neck as he was picked up from the couch. Husk was actually really strong. Angel had seen him hauling bins of dirty bar glasses and cases of liquor without much struggle. Angel was probably a bit more awkward to carry considering how lanky he was, but he curled himself up as best he could to make it easier for Husk to wrap his arms around him and carry him.

Angel could feel the way his body shifted as Husk carried him across the lobby and then up the stairs. He didn’t say anything, just kept his pleased smile pressed against Husk’s neck. He could feel when they stopped and reached out with his lower left hand, fumbling until he felt the doorknob he assumed was his own and twisting it to open the door.

He heard the soft snuffling and quiet squeals of Fat Nuggets as someone else came into Angel’s bedroom carrying the loyal pig’s master. Angel managed to turn his head and opened his eyes then extended a lower arm, giving the pig a few pats on the head.

“It’s all right, Nuggsy,” Angel cooed. “We know Husk. He’s our friend, right?”

“Careful so I don’t drop you on him or accidentally kick him,” Husk warned. Angel pulled his arm up and felt the way Husk moved more slowly, easing his steps forward so that he didn’t end up with a porcine pet underfoot.

Angel peeked and saw as they approached his bed then felt the careful way Husk lowered his weight to lay him down.

“You okay to sleep in your makeup tonight?” Husk asked him.

“Uh-huh.” It would be a pain to have to deal with it in the morning – as well as whatever else was surely caked into his fur – but Angel knew there was no way he was going to be able to do anything but quickly fall asleep now that he was on familiar sheets and pillows.

Husk reached a paw out and gently stroked Angel’s hair back, expression a bit soft as the two of them looked at each other. “You’ll be all right,” Husk told him. Angel didn’t know if Husk meant from only the blow to the head or in general, but he wanted to believe the older demon’s words. It might take a long time for Angel to be truly all right, but he was trying.

Husk moved to lean down and scooped up Fat Nuggets, depositing him on the sheets. The pig immediately scrambled up the sheets to give Angel some piggy kisses, his little tongue on the fur at Angel’s cheeks. Angel smiled and raised a hand to curl around his beloved pet.

“I’ll let you get some sleep, kid,” Husk said.

But Angel didn’t want him to go. He wanted Husk to stay and help him feel safe and cared for and like someone that mattered. He reached out a lower hand and snagged onto Husk’s wrist before the cat could leave.

“Stay,” he whispered quickly, gently tugging on Husk. “Don’t go.”

Husk sighed. “Angel….”

“I don’ mean like that. I just don’t wanna be alone right now,” Angel admitted.

For several long seconds Husk didn’t say anything. Angel, feeling the sting of being rejected hurt far worse, actually, than his various injuries, released Husk’s wrist and turned onto his side, curling himself around Fat Nuggets.

He should have known better, Angel thought to himself. He had been trying to be so good with Husk, trying to behave himself, but Angel was a mess on his best days and would inevitably screw it up again.

He heard shuffling and figured Husk was leaving. Angel would be all right, or at least so he told himself. He would wrap himself around Fat Nuggets and cry a bit even though Husk had told him not to and pretend he was fine in the morning. He was really, really good at pretending he was fine in the morning…

But then the bed shifted and Angel felt Husk sidle up against him, moving awkwardly across the sheets until he was spooned around Angel’s larger form. “You have more elbows than I’m used to working around, so if you elbow me in the ribs or kick me with those long legs I’m taking it out of your fur.”

“The fur is sacred,” Angel said after a minute of trying to find his voice. He hadn’t expected this. He’d thought Husk might pull a chair over or sleep on the floor, either stretched out or half-leaning on the side of the bed. But this was so much more than he’d dared to hope for. This was warmth and comfort and care and connection and a dozen other things that Angel had forgotten existed.

Short but strong arms wrapped around him and Angel wiggled back, fitting them together as best he could. It wasn’t a perfect fit with how much taller Angel was than Husk, but it felt perfect to him. That kitty nose pressed to the back of his neck. The way Husk’s breath rustled his fur. The press of knees into the backs of his thighs.

He sighed and relaxed, pulling Fat Nuggets close to his own chest. He really, really wanted to sleep, and now he definitely felt like he could. “Night, Husk. And thank you.”

“Anything for you, baby.”

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