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Continued from this fucking knife in my soul--

Husk noticed. 

He always did, whether he acknowledged it or not. Wasn’t that the hallmark of a good bartender? Don’t ask questions, don’t pry, let them come to you, soothe their worries or take their secrets as currency. Just another type of gamble, really. 

This time, though...

Nah. Never mind. He tried a different approach. 

He stretched, up to the top shelf, and collected a swirled glass bottle with a simple label. Clear gin splashed into a wide-rimmed glass, then a few drops from a smaller bottle. And without thinking much about it, Husk tasted it, then added a drop or two more. 

In went the ice, in a single large block. Barely an half-ounce of tonic. Husk barely looked up from what he was doing as he rimmed the glass with grapefruit, leaving the slice dangling from the edge when he served it. 

“It’s the good shit. All th’way from Scotland. Found some the other day, don’t ask how I got ahold of it.”

He slid the glass of hopefully refreshing clarity framed in bitterness closer to Angel’s hand.

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// bf and me were talking blue hyacinths 

well. less talking on my end and more VISCERAL FUCKING SCREAMING 

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🚪 (From Alastor)

Tick, tick, tick.

He'd been distantly aware of the clock for the last, oh, three hours now. Husk blinked bleary, half-lidded eyes once, twice, trying to grasp onto some tether and climb back into his body. It was a bad binge, his limbs felt foreign, his stomach swam, and his wings were twitchy, inclined to open but unsure where they would end up.

Tick, tick, ti--taptaptap.

The sudden interruption sparked his brain, and the flare of alertness in response to a potential threat did the trick at beating back the cobwebs to the corners of his addled mind. Feline eyes swept over the bar, to carmine talons fingers and their staccato announcement of his boss's presence.

"Mrgh...Al? You need somethin'?"

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((I missed you Scott and I'm so glad you're back!! I can't wait to write with you again~👀❤️💚))

// INSERT TACKLE HUG TO END ALL TACKLE HUGS

FUCK DUDE I MISSED YOU TOO WHAT'S HAPPENING. I SEE YOU GOT SOME NEW MUSES AMONGST THE CROWD THAT'S NEATO

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Valentine’s Day. 

It had definitely been a day. 

For whatever the reason, Alastor had given him the day off. No reasoning, no grand soliloquy on the day, its morbid origins (something he was sure the Radio Demon would have loved to wax poetic about), or...anything, really. 

Husk had been left to his own devices. 

So he slept. Woke up once in awhile to gaze at the reddish light peeking in the windows. Slept again. 

Then, he got bored. And rather than claw up the loveseat in his room or pop open another bottle, he went downstairs and cleaned. 

The bar was dusted and wiped down. The floor was mopped. Everything was, for the moment, in order. A vase of blue and purple hyacinths perched on the corner of the bar, their muted, sweet smell permeating the radius of the counter and the outlying lobby. 

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♠️

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hellionsanddieties​:

@hazbin-bar-cat The news about Husk’s return had made Alastor rush to the hotel from where he lived. He hadn’t heard from Husk in…well, it’d been a while, and the radio demon had (and he would never admit this out loud) greatly missed the grumpy feline. Composing himself before he entered the hotel, Alastor straightened his horizontally striped jacket, and entered, heading directly for the bar. Taking a seat, he grinned broadly at Husk. “One bourbon please, my good man.” 

“You still owe me for the tab you left in January,” came the gruff reply. Husk turned, glasses in hand, tail twitching irritably...which stopped the moment he saw that kilowatt grin, those tall ears, all the red. “Alastor. S’you.” There was a pause, not entirely uncomfortable, before he turned and grabbed a bottle off the shelf. Four Roses, Small Batch. The honey-gold liquid settled into a glass, neat, and he handed it over. 

“I didn’t find anything. Jus’ so you know.” There was a bandage wrapped around the base of his left wing, likely more for stability than healing. “Didn’t wanna come back here until I was sure, either.”

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spiderinheels​:

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It was one of those days, where Angel was feeling under the weather. As soon he stepped inside through the hotel double doors, he didn’t say a single word to anyone, while ignoring those who attempt to speak to him. Too draining to be social right now, wanting to fetch something to drink at the bar. Drinking wasn’t something the spider consider a coping mechanism, it only helped keep his thoughts cleared and mind stable for temporary. 

His mismatched eyes slowly rises, at the sudden raspy voice of the feline. The usual line they’d ask him. Angel lifted his head up - off the countertop and straighten his back.

“Yea.. uh. could ya’ whip up a espresso martini for me?.” He asked, voice dry and tired. Taking out his phone from his shorts pocket, played around with it while awaiting for the drink to be prepared.

“Mm.” That was easy enough. Husk looked in the bar fridge for the small bottle of cold brew he kept for such a thing, then opted for brewing some fresh shots with the newfangled coffee machine he assumed the Radio Demon had conjured up of his own volition, or at Charlie’s request (he could hear her now, enthusiastically babbling about hot cocoa for the colder months). 

While he waited for the dark liquid to make, feline eyes brushed over Angel. This was...new. Husk wasn’t used to doing his job unharassed. The quiet felt unnatural where it should have been welcoming, like a graveyard shift in a familiar place--

He brushed if off with a wave of his hand, as if shooing an invisible insect, and picked up a bottle of chocolate sauce, pointing to it with an ivory claw. 

“You, uh. Wan’ a little chocolate in it?”

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arachn0philia​:

@hazbin-bar-cat​ cont. from (x)

“What’cha doin’ wit’ what?”

Angel slid himself into a barstool, eyes flickering to watch Husk fumble for the glasses– the kitty had his usual memorized and perfected down to a near exact science.  Or, as exact as one could get while being at some level of intoxication at all time.  High functioning, just as Angel was.  

Fiddling with the hat, Angel placed it upon his own head, messing with it until it sat somewhat straight.  Then, he checked his reflection in his phone.  Cute.  Cute enough for him to tilt his head, strike a little pose, and snap few strings of pics.  Even so, a certain someone pulled it off better than he did.  That wasn’t enough of a reason to give it back though.  He’d need incentive.

Husk waited, somewhat politely, for Angel to finish his small photoshoot. It most certainly wasn’t because he found the faces the spider made to be almost...well, cute. No, he just knew that running the blender while Angel was indulging himself might end in an amusing interesting sort of fuss.

The mixture turned pink, as he rimmed the glass in red syrup and pink sugar for a little crunch, and when he thought the frozen fruit and booze was the right consistency of grit, he poured it off into the glass with a slight flick of the pitcher to cap it off. An extra splash of strawberry-dragonfruit white rum, whipped cream...what else...?

“...hm.”

A quick swipe of his claws, and Husk sprinkled roughly heart-shaped strawberry slices and an extra dusting of sugar on the mound of cream, before dropping a straw into the chaos and presenting it on a napkin--along with a pink-frosted, sprinkled donut, once he thought better of it. There. A sugar rush in exchange for his hat. 

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🤨 Sit down across from my muse

It wasn't like Angel Dust, he thought, to sit down without a word. It had happened before, maybe a handful of times, and almost never, in Husk's opinion, meant anything good. Usually mischief, and rarely, a spat brewing.

He pretended not to notice at first, busy as he was cutting fruit and preparing for the day. But really, it wouldn't do at all to keep Angel waiting, and Husk knew that. He was just trying to wait and let his brain-to-mouth filter get cranked up before a potential battle of wits.

"...getcha somethin?"

It might have been barely audible, if his deeper voice didn't have a tendency to carry and resonate over the curves of the bar's woodwork. He turned just slightly, a glass in one hand, a few pieces of lime speared on the claws of the other.

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👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes except the opposite. Angel's stealing his hat. His now.

This is what he got, he supposed, for trying to nap on the bar.

A deep inhale, deep enough to lift those colorful wings on his back, then Husk blew out a slow sigh. It was Angel. He knew who it was the moment the spider was eight feet from the bar. It was easier, though, to pretend he hadn't woken up from the slightest click of boots on the floor. Couldn't seem too on edge, after all.

He pried his eyes open to look at Angel, but even his attempt at looking annoyed couldn't belie the amused twitching of that feathered tail as it swept against the floorboards.

"Ange. Whatcha doin' wi'that, huh?" he drawled lazily, scratching at the fur on his cheek, as he stood to almost his full height (would the day ever come that he didn't slouch?). He didn't wait for a reply, clawed fingers already deftly feeling for the hourglass-shaped stemware he used for frozen drinks.

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Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

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To My New Followers

//holy fuck hello there welcome to the shitshow-- I’m gonna be pretty low activity tonight: mostly memes and asks. If something from tonight catches your eye and you want to turn it into a thread, message me and I’ll see about starting it sometime tomorrow when I can put my motivation in a headlock and get it to behave.

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Welcome back, Scott!!! Hope to get into some gans of shenani with you! :D

//hehehe. right on, boss B]

I'm working tomorrow night, but I'll probably be on plenty before that. And my next weekend off is gonna be spent lovingly crafting a multimuse blog, so stay tuned.

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// dont mind me hoppin' on the WELCOME THE FUCK BACK TRAIN. choo choo

//LOVE OF MY LIFE, HELLO. OH HOW I HAVE MISSED THE ABSOLUTE FUCKENING YOU RAIN DOWN ON MY INBOX WITH YOUR ANGST.

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Really miss you guys, hope everything's alright 💜

//Is this Codie? My bestie bro Bern's mun? I've missed you too *weeps*

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Welcome back! hope you'll find new partner soon :)

//d'awww you're really sweet! Yeah I'm currently applying for new jobs and I do not miss this part at all jfc--