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i think husk has a problem 🍺✨

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Husk Tattoo Commissioned by @okayyypaige ✨

Husk, his wings, that smile, need I say more 😄💖

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"But I love when you say it baby. Gets me all riled up." Smirking, kissing her lips softly "your the cutie"

♡ @gamblins ; / ❝ Tell me I'm your daddy. ❞ ~

' Come on baby of course you know you are my daddy.' She chuckled softly her head leaning forward to kiss his lips. ' Cutie.'

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// gonna attempt to write today unless I have bad news about my test for my health issues I've been having. Fingers crossed it's just me over thinking

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// i really didnt want to do this. but every intreaction i have with a dupes or a oc from my mutals is as different verse. NOT all of my ships are in the same universe. so please do not bother @// empire-of-muses . I also have great communication with my writing partners so please dont harrass them. infact dont harrass my mutuals in general

thank you have an amazing night

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MUN VS. MUSE. how to play: compare yourself to your muse. then tag your mutuals to do the same. repost, don’t reblog! LOW: ○○○○○ | HIGH: ●●●●●

go under cut, its LONG

NAME. mun: Autumn muse: Husk

AGE. mun: 25 muse: 60+

PRONOUNS. mun: they / them muse: he / him

HEIGHT. mun: 5'5 muse: 6'0

RESPONSIBILITY. mun: ●●●●○ muse: ●●●○○

SOCIABILITY. mun: ●●○○○ muse: ●●●○○

SENSITIVITY. mun: ●●●●● muse: ●●●○○

GENEROSITY. mun: ●●●●● muse: ●○○○○

MODESTY. mun: ●●●○○ muse: ●●○○○

KINDNESS. mun: ●●●●● muse: ●●○○○

PHYSICAL STRENGTH. mun: ●○○○○ muse: ●●●●○

CARING. mun: ●●●●● muse: ●●●○○

CURIOSITY. mun: ●●●●○ muse: ●●●○○

IRRITABILITY. mun: ●●○○○ muse: ●●●●○

TOUCHINESS. mun: ●●●○○ muse: ●○○○○

LAZINESS. mun: ●●●○○ muse: ●●●●●

ANXIETY. mun: ●●●●● muse: ●●●○○

SELF-DISCIPLINE. mun: ●●●○○ muse: ●●●●○

tagged by: @spidersins @hells-greatestdad tagging: @hellsgreatestshow , @erobret , @empire-of-muses

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Husk’s ears flickered as he searched for the other loaf. Once he found it, he carefully cut it into small pieces. This one wasn’t burnt… Strange. A small smile tugged at his lips as he nodded to himself, satisfied. Without dwelling on it for too long, he continued his work, focused and steady.

Golden eyes flicked toward Lucifer as he made his comment. Husk let out a laugh, shaking his head. "I wouldn’t say that… I just know how to cook, that’s all." He mumbled softly, brushing off the compliment with a hint of modesty

"Have you ever cooked for Charlie when she was young?" he asked, curiosity evident in his voice. He wondered if Lucifer had ever taken the time to cook before or if it was something entirely unfamiliar to him.

Lucifer hadn't expected for Husk to pick up on his muttering, but then... surely those large cat ears aren't only for show. Well... he'll make a list next time he cooks. Or he could make one now. Wait.... Husk just asked him a question.

He'll nod. "Should be another whole loaf. I got extra for this." Perhaps a little too extra. But hey. Plenty of bread. So Lucifer will return to the soup at the stove.

"So what I'm hearing is you're a well-rounded chef then." Trying to make conversation now.

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His eyes narrowed as he stared down the Goetia, his expression unreadable.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way—whichever you prefer," he purred, a sly smirk playing on his lips.

Crossing his arms, he tilted his head slightly, his red eyes gleaming with amusement as he looked up at the peacock.

"The choice is yours."

from overlord husk to Andres ( FOR FUN) ❝ you’re coming with me. ❞

"Am I now?" How bold for this sinner to try and order him around, overlord or not.

Clearly he didn't know his place.

"And if I refuse?"

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So much pain weighed down on Husk, wrapping around him like a suffocating shroud. His tears refused to stop, no matter how hard he tried to hold them back. More than anything, he wanted Angel to be safe, to be far away from all of this. If it meant he had to suffer, if it meant he had to take the hit—he would. He always would.

But seeing Angel like this—crying, trembling, fists clenched so tightly—something inside him broke. All of a sudden, he couldn’t breathe. Just seeing the spider like that stole the air from his lungs.

"Angel..." he whispered softly, his voice barely above a breath. His gaze dropped downward, filled with exhaustion and emotion, before slowly lifting again. With a trembling hand, he reached out, gently brushing aside that stubborn curl from Angel’s face, his touch lingering for just a moment. His eyes stung from crying—raw, vulnerable in a way he had never allowed himself to be. But he had nothing to say. Because, even knowing the pain it brought, he knew he would do it all over again.

His tired eyes traced every detail of Angel’s face, memorizing him as if grounding himself in the moment. He took deep, steady breaths—as if he could finally breathe again. The warmth of a hand against his cheek made him lean into it instinctively, a soft purr escaping him. He melted into the touch, his own hand reaching up to gently wrap around Angel’s, pressing a weak yet tender kiss to it. as if saying im sorry.

"Angel..." he whispered, closing his eyes as his ears flicked back. He didn’t believe he belonged on a pedestal—not for a second. He didn’t believe he was too good for Hell. He deserved to be here. But hearing Angel say otherwise… made him want to believe it. "You are too good for this place, Angel. That’s why I did it..." he murmured into Angel’s palm, his lips brushing against the warmth of his touch. But then he paused. Golden eyes lifted, locking onto Angel’s, and his heart began to race—faster than usual, harder than he expected.

Slowly, his arms moved, wrapping around Angel, pulling him in close, holding him tightly. Tears continued to fall, but he didn’t care. "I won’t go… because I couldn’t live without you. If you ended up getting hurt..." his voice broke, guilt weighing heavy in every word. " i cant live without you. the world would be so dull"

"I’m sorry."

the feline's words cut through him like a knife, leaving him raw, exposed. the tears streaming down husk's face mirrored his own, and angel found himself shaking his head, unable to stop the sobs that racked his body as his trembling hands, still clenched in fists, slowly unfurled, and his breath hitched in his throat. it wasn’t fair—none of this was fair. the way husk spoke, the quiet determination laced with love and anguish, cracked something deep within angel that he’d fought hard to protect.

for a moment, he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, as the feline’s words echoed in his mind “i’ll save you ten thousand times over.”

❛ no, no, no, you don’t get to say that ❜ angel choked out, voice breaking, trembling as he shook his head. his pink curls fell messily into his face, hiding the tears that continued to flow. ❛ you don’t get ta throw yourself away like that, husk. not fer me. not fer anyone. ❜

he pulled back just enough to meet husk’s gaze, his own tear-streaked face framed by dishevelled pink locks. those golden eyes—the ones he thought he’d lost forever—looked back at him, soft and full of emotions angel couldn’t name but felt deep in his core. his breath shuddered, and his trembling hand cupped husk’s cheek, thumb brushing gently over the matted fur.

❛ i get it, ok? i get why you did it. you’re too good for this fuckin’ place, husky. too damn good for me. ❜ his voice softened, breaking under the weight of his confession as his lips curled into a bittersweet smile. ❛ but i need you to understand somethin’. you dyin’ for me ain’t an option. not now, not ever. you think i’d be okay if i lost you? you think i could just go on like nothin’ happened? ❜ angel’s voice grew softer, a broken whisper, ❛ i need you. i-i can’t do this shit without you. ❜

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"Remember that card. Envision it, then put it back into the deck."

Once it was done, he smiled, effortlessly shuffling the cards, weaving in a few smooth tricks as he mixed them. This—this was his domain. He thrived in it, relished in the art of deception and spectacle. Even as a human in his time, he had loved magic.

With a confident smirk, he paused, holding up a single card.

"Is this your card…?"

He flipped it over with dramatic flair, revealing the Ace of Spades.

Tilting his head, his smirk deepened—he already knew it wasn’t.

He loved magic , slight of hand and anything thing whimsical and entertaining it always brought out that angelic side of himself .

“Ooh ok ok!” He focused intently on the deck of cards before pulling one from the middle, the ace of hearts .

His excitement was all but palpable!

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The overlord raised a brow, a smug smile curling along his lips as a chuckle escaped him. "Because I like yah," he mused, his tone playful as he paused to look Angel over for a moment. "Is that wrong?" he added, feigning innocence before smirking. "Or maybe... you’re just a little distraction." He teased with a casual shrug, sitting up slightly as his eyes remained fixed on Angel, amusement glinting in his gaze.

He hummed, nodding to himself for a moment. Husk wouldn’t normally do something like this—it would be a first. Usually, he’d have his employees play a game with him, binding them to a contract if they lost. But this was different. He had won. He had killed Val and, in doing so, claimed Angel—his prized possession.

"I don’t regret any choice I make, sweetie," he purred, his voice smooth and confident. "I’ll teach you, and you’ll learn fast."With a sigh, he clapped his hands together, a soft glow emanating from them. As he pulled them apart, a small box materialized in his palm. Smirking, he pushed it toward Angel.

"Every employer has something of gold—it’s how they’re bound to me, a mark so everyone knows who their boss is." His eyes gleamed with amusement. "You have a choice." He gestured toward the box. "Pick whatever jewelry you like—a necklace, earrings, anything. Once you open the box, it’ll magically appear on you."

"....is there a reason yeh' want me stayin' beside yeh'?" Angel figured that he could probably guess, because it was something he was already used to with Valentino. But Husker seemed to have plenty of beautiful sinners employed, and any one of those girls would be good eye candy for the Overlord to show off. That's what it was usually about, wasn't it? A way to show off power.

"Ah' ain't got no problem wit' it, just was curious is all." He shrugged, because really, this sounded almost too easy. Being a contractee to Valentino had him on natural edge, considering there were always loopholes. Always some sort of manipulation between the cracks, and Angel was trying to make everything tied up neatly in a bow. He wasn't signing a contract - yet - but that didn't mean he wanted to make the same mistake twice.

Tapping his heel in thought, he gave a nod, before a light laugh. "Ah'm fine wit' all that, though yeh' might regret havin' me set up yeh' meetin's. Ah'm more of an on th' fly sorta guy. But if yeh' teach me what yeh' need, ah' can pull it togetha'." He was a charming sinner, he knew that if he bat his eyelashes and showed a bit of leg through his skirt that he could get Husker anything he needed.

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Husk raised a feathered brow, his arms crossed firmly over his chest. He was observant—perhaps too much so compared to most. He only nodded, as if silently agreeing with the king, though his expression remained unreadable. Tilting his head in a cat-like manner, his sharp eyes flicked over to Lucifer, studying him intently.

"I don’t—I’m just a bartender. But things have been difficult…" The feline shrugged, casually wiping down a glass before finally turning to face him.

"Maybe I can help?"

angst prompt

stop pretending you know what's going on .

"I know what's going on... I mean... why wouldn't... why wouldn't I? Hahah...."

No, he's not going to admit that he was cooped up doing a whole lot of nothing for more than seven years. Nor that he had pushed the vast majority of duties onto the other Sins, save for anything directly dealing with Heaven and their occasional meetings.

"It's just... been... been ahh.... too-- too many important things at once, you know?"

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A soft purr escaped his lips as he smiled with Bee. Her joy was so contagious that he simply couldn’t help himself. He hadn’t flown—or even danced—like this before, especially in the air. He had always refused to fly, hated it even. But in this moment? He didn’t mind it at all. All he wanted now was to just be with Bee. He had always enjoyed her presence, just like anyone else would—but this felt different.

A slight burn tingled at the back of his neck, a sensation that sent a shiver down his spine. His ears flicked once, then twice, as the whispered words lingered in his ear, their warmth curling around him like a tease. A deep purr rumbled in his chest. "Hmmm, I think I’d like that too..." he murmured, his voice smooth, laced with intrigue.He couldn’t help but smile, his thoughts already drifting toward the possibilities. But before they could consume him, he bit his lip, pushing those ideas aside—at least for now.

"You are too kind..." he murmured, his voice soft as he slowly flapped his wings in sync with the rhythm of the slow music. His arms wrapped gently around her, holding her close as his eyes met hers, lingering for a moment—taking her in.

Then, his gaze drifted downward.

Her lips...

He wanted to—he was thinking about it a little too much.

❝ AND I LOVE A MAN WHO LETS THEM . ❞ teeth flash in a grin . when was the last time she pulled someone into the air to dance ? it had to be pride himself . it had been ages since he had come to one of her parties . it was before he became a father . she supposed she could understand that . this though ? this was different . his energy was addicting . she loved the taste of ---- the good and the bad . it had been so long since she last wished to get to know somebody beyond that energy .

lids fell back into that half-closed state at his words . she gave a smirk and leaned in so that hot breath could be felt against the fur of his ear . ❝ i would like that very very much , tiger . ❞ her own energy was bubbling up like soda . it made her feel frisky . she gave a chuckle and nipped at his ear before he spun her .

she laughed at the movement of being spun out , her hair moving around her like liquid . with him keeping them both aloft she allowed her wings to tuck against her back as she spun back in against him . she was lower than him in the air . now being face to face with him . ❝ not much ? it's so much more . ❞

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Husk was exhausted. He had tried to stay up as long as possible, but no matter how hard he fought it, sleep kept creeping in. He kept nodding off, hoping that if he just kept drinking, he’d be able to stay awake a little longer.

It was the wrong move.His body betrayed him, and before he knew it, he was leaning against the chair, dozing off.There was no reason he should be this afraid of falling asleep—except for the nightmares. He had been trying to sleep normally for a while now, but nothing seemed to work.

Finally, his eyes shut, despite his efforts to keep them open. His body relaxed, slowly giving in to exhaustion as he shifted, laying against the counter. For the first time in a while, he felt a fleeting sense of peace.

A voice he knew all too well startled him awake, his body tensing with fear. But he didn’t move—his own panic had him trapped in place. "What did you do, Al?" he muttered, his golden eyes flickering open, only to realize there was something perched on his shoulder. A groan escaped him as the weight of it registered.

"Alastor… why did you put bottles on me while I was sleeping?" he grumbled, his tone laced with irritation.

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A thought hum was given as he watched the Cat who passed out on the bar again and an idea popped into his mind as he glanced at the three empty whiskey bottles. Well it wasn’t like he could draw on the cat’s face like he would with another one else who he found asleep in the lobby. 

Time to test how much of a deep sleeper his dear old friend was by seeing home many whiskey bottles he could balance on the other head as he snored away.

Clawed hands work carefully and gently managing to get the first three to balance perfectly. One on the nape of the Husk's neck and another on the top of his head and the last between his shoulder blades. Easy enough but now for the third.

The trick part would be getting one to balance on the other paws since every now and then they would twitch because he had never been one to run from a challenge which was what he was working on as the cat blinked an eye open at him. He gave a large tight lip grin with a playful glint lighting up his eyes.

"Good evening Husker I wouldn't move if I was you not unless you want shattered glass everywhere."

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Husk didn't expect the king to be so... energetic about it he paused for a moment moving a deck of cards into the counter " pick a card off the deck and I'll guess it " the feline smirked

"Lucfier you wanna see a magic trick??"

“OH BOY DO I!! “ he loved magic tricks!! “Let me see let me see !” As energetic as ever !

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