#🍺 HUSK.

[helluvahell]

　@gethellbcnt asked : " i'll be out of your fur in a moment, but i have to change these lightbulbs above the bar or Vaggie will chew me out-- "

　aaaaand she doesn't have enough of them in her box.. great. a small, exasperated huff leaves Niffty as she closes up the box with the broken bulbs, turning to look down at Husk at the bottom of the ladder with a pleading look.

　"Husk, could you please check your cabinets for any spare bulbs? .. Husk?"

　Okay, so. He can explain.

　She'd stopped him to help keep the ladder steady, which he doesn't mind in the slightest. Husk leaned himself against one of the lower rungs and crossed his arms over it, chin rested against his fur to look up and make sure she wasn't going to topple over. But this new... uniform, Charlie's idea of course... he hadn't realized how much the ruffles underneath hid from the outside, and how nice everything looks from this angle with the lace and tulle circling it all like a halo.

　And then he's caught.

　Husk coughs, face turning red, and straightens too fast, smacking his head on the run just above him. With an annoyed growl and muttering curses under his breath, he trudges over to the nearest bar cabinet and starts digging. By some miracle ( or curse; he wanted a little more time before he had to face her again ) he finds a bulb in little time, and holds it up toward her. " Just be fuckin' careful, you're gonna fall off this thing. "

[royal-apple-cider-martini]

Bless @lucifer-imaginaryfriend for making this adorable comic of pregnant Lucifer and his two comforting boyfriends Husk and Angel Dust 👑 🍎🍺🍸

[the-hazbin-hotel-crew]

Alright, you two, Angel and Husk. When's the wedding, eh?

:3

🩷🕷️"Not sure..."🕷️🩷

🩷🕷️"Husky, when is the weddin'~?"🕷️🩷

🍺🐱"When I get on 1 Knee and propose with a ring, but it's not gonna be now."🐱🍺

[HUSKERDUST AU]

[preppy-drug-addict-spider]

What would be your dream man be like? <3

🩷🕷️"A bartenda' that's a cat, and has a hat."🕷️🩷

★{That rhymed!}★

[bartender-cat-in-the-hat]

🐱🍺"Fuckin' deserved."🍺🐱

★{Bonus: He deserves it. He hates him.}★

[hazelfoureyes]

Hello! Not sure if you're taking requests, so do ignore this if you feel like it.

I adore your work sm!! Rewatching the Stayed Gone mv, Vox had a picture of a bootleg Alastor and pointing to his microphone were the words "dildo?"

Do you think you could write an Alastor x Reader, or just Alastor pleasuring himself with the microphone? (That sounds weird now-)

Thank you for taking the time to read this!

-🍺

Good Vibrations

the way I immediately knew what to do is proof of my depravity. I know it isn’t exactly what you meant but this is what I’m comfortable with writing. This was a quick little 30 minute write, I hope it still brings you joy 🎙️

After you make an offhand comment about doubting if his microphone actually works, Alastor finds a creative way to convince you while at dinner with the group.

tags/warnings/promises: Alastor x Reader, erotic but not smut?, smut is explicit, this is just horny, the microphone does in fact work, vibrator

Rarely was Alastor without his microphone. Even Vox made note of it. But, his voice sounded like it came from his mouth. Sure there was a radio affect to it, but he was a demon after all. You couldn’t figure out how it worked. Or rather, if it worked.

As you all waited to take your seats for dinner, Niffty having turned out to be a surprisingly good cook, you were caught staring.

“Is there something I can do for you?”, Alastor leaned down to meet your eyeline.

You blinked, “Oh, sorry. Just wondering if that even works.”

“If what works?”

“Your microphone.”

He knew it worked, of course. But your question felt… offensive. “Do you think I’d carry a functionless microphone around?”

Without hesitation you replied, “I do, yes.”

“Oh absolutely!” Angel pushed between you two.

“You do have a flare for the dramatic, boss.” Husk took his seat beside Angel.

Charlie nervously scratched her cheek, “I always wondered that too! But it worked in Cannibal Town, so I’m a believer now.”

“But wait-,” Vaggie looked to Charlie, “If it worked when you put it to your mouth why doesn’t he have to? It’s literally everywhere but his mouth.”

Alastor’s forced grin strained against this cheeks, black gums showing. You gave him a shrug and joined the group. He took his seat opposite you, pulling his chair in all the way.

You’d already forgotten the conversation when you felt something graze across your lap. Before you could investigate, Alastor spoke, “Why don’t we all say what we did today! I’ll go first!” Your knees shot up, knocking the table as a strong vibration lit up your crotch.

Vaggie leaned in, “You good?”

Slowly, eyes wide, you looked up to meet Alastor’s wicked smile.

“I went downtown to grab a fresh cut of venison. Niffty makes the best venison roast this side of Pentagram City.” You white knuckled the edge of the table, glancing down to see the microphone resting between your thighs. The top was nestled firmly above your mound.

“Hmmm what else? Oh! I got some deviled eggs. My, what a treat. My mother made the best deviled eggs. You know-,” as he droned on, you tried to push your chair away from the table. “Ah ah! It’s so rude to leave while someone is speaking.” He leaned back, foot reaching under the table to hook around your chair’s leg and pull you forward.

“Aww Al, you never talk so much! This is great. What else did you do today?” Charlie rested her cheek on her hand, eyes sparkling at Alastor.

“I am so glad you asked! Let me think, hmmmmm” He drew out the consonant, the sound making a rougher vibration than others. You were hunched over the table, biting your bottom lip to keep quiet. “Oh I went to— what is it called again? Ummmmm,” Your leg shot up again, the silverware clanking against your plate.

“Will you just fucking say it?!” You spit it out louder than you meant.

“Woah! That’s not very nice.” Charlie gave you a disappointed look, pulling a groan from you, “What’s gotten into you?”

Angel looked over to you, “You doin’ alright? You’re like… sweatin’.”

“What indeed, Charlie. Well, anyway! I think I’ve made my point!” You felt the weight of the microphone slide down your thighs and past your knees. You took in a deep breath, finally able to relax your body.

“You’re pretty pale…”, Husk commented, “You sick or something?”

Angel pushed your hair from your forehead, “That face looks so familiar.”

Before you could answer, Alastor opened his mouth, “I think she should lie down. Allow me to escort you to bed, my dear.”

“You are so sweet today! I love it! Fuck yeah!” Charlie punched the air. Alastor came behind you and pulled your chair back for you. “Take your time, if she’s sick maybe she shouldn’t be alone.”

“If you say so!” Alastor practically sang the words. With both hands on your shoulders, he guided you out of the room.

“He’s the best.” Charlie beamed, “Alright whose next?”

༻Masterlist༺

[scatteredskittless]

Signs of them trusting you

A/n: silly little headcanons, not a lot but I thought this was kinda cute 🫶

Warnings: None !!

Fluff✔️ Comfort❌ Angst❌ Smut❌

⋆˚｡⋆Alastor⋆˚｡⋆

📻𖤐 When Alastor starts to trust you… well actually I think it’s more of an agonizingly slow process… so when enough trust between you two builds up I think he gives more subtle signs, some deliberate, some not.

📻𖤐 Like for example, letting you hold his microphone staff thingy for prolonged periods of time or just leaving it near you unattended

📻𖤐 If he lets you touch him without him being the one to initiate it

📻𖤐 Showing a (seemingly) genuine interest in wanting to be around you I think is also a big one

📻𖤐 If you call him by something else other than his name and he allows you to do so?? Yeah, you’re probably doing something right because being called any sort of petname isn’t something Alastor is exactly fond of.

⋆˚｡⋆Angel Dust ⋆˚｡⋆

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Again, with Angel Dust, the only thing him and smiley have in common is that fact that it would take him a while to warm up to you and genuinely trust you.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Separate little headcanon thingy here but I do believe that one theory that Angel was tricked into the contract with Valentino because Angel was in love with him as much as it hurts to think about (╥﹏╥)

🕸️ᥫ᭡ So I’m sure it’d take time for him to GENUINELY start trusting you

🕸️ᥫ᭡ But once he did? I feel like it would be pretty obvious.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ He wouldn’t try to constantly sexualize himself, and you for that matter, when you two are alone together.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Seemingly more relaxed in your presence, would actually feel comfortable enough to cry around you and/or vent about his work… stuff like that.

⋆˚｡⋆Husker ⋆˚｡⋆

🍺🃁 This one’s tricky because I’m not sure how long it would realistically take for Husk to start to trust you..

🍺🃁 I guess just respect his boundaries and treat him well for long enough lol

🍺🃁 A sign of trust from Husker would include him being more friendly and not as grumpy as before around you

🍺🃁 Also acting a bit more cat like? Purring, cat sounds and behaviour in general, etc.

🍺🃁 Might let you preen his wings for him if you’re lucky. He’d lay and spread himself out over your lap and close his eyes with a little smirk on his face as you help him out with his wings… probably purring as well.

Please do not repost, translate, or plagarize any of my fanfictions/writing/headcanons without permission ◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞

ᯓ★ Scatteredskittles

[kokotwounite]

🐺🐈🍺

full res @ patreon / husk pack @ itch.io / commissioned by giyutanuki / commission info / uncrop @ bluesky AD

[alastor-simp]

Hazbin Hotel Characters As Melanie Martinez Songs🎶

Charlie🌈: Dollhouse🏠

Vaggie🎀: MILK OF THE SIREN🥛

Angel Dust🕸: Teddy Bear🧸

Niffty🪡: High School Sweethearts♥️

Husk🍺: Sippy Cup🍼

Alastor🦌: Mad Hatter🎩

Sir Pentious🐍: Pity Party🎉

Lucifer🦆: VOID😰

[wobblesthewaffle]

Adam: I like writing on walls, fuck you society 🤘😝🖕

Lute: Adam, this is a door not a wall. With regards, society 🙄

Charlie: Follow your dreams! ❤️🌈

Husk: I literally only have nightmares. 😐 🍺

Vaggie: Question everything! 🤔🔎

Sir Pentious: …why? 🥺

Angel: Hey smiles, on a scale of one to ~America~ how free are you tonight? 😏

Alastor: 🎶G͓͓̽̽e͓͓̽̽r͓͓̽̽m͓̽a͓͓̽̽n͓͓̽̽y͓̽ ͓̽1͓͓̽̽9͓͓̽̽4͓͓̽̽2͓̽ 🎶 😁

[borderline-culture-is]

bpd culture is realizing that you have no real identity. you’re personality is based on other’s validation and how others perceive you but you’re not… “you.” you never were “you.” there is no “you.” “you” are just a husk, waiting to have some identity given to you.

-⚜️🍺

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[helluvahell]

　" Jesus... " This is what he gets for trying to play games.

[royal-apple-cider-martini]

I couldn’t help myself 😅🤣

[the-hazbin-hotel-crew]

Hello everyone! Pleased to meet you all! Big question for any of you willing to answer: how are you adjusting the newly rebuilt hotel so far?

🌈💞"Absolutely loving it! I love this hotel, it's so much better than the last one if I'm being honest!"💞🌈

🎀🗡️"I think it's cool. Much more upgraded than the last one."🗡️🎀

🩷🕷️"Supa' cool! Just gotta adjust to the new...well, design! Which I will in no time."🕷️🩷

🦌📻"Ah, the new renovated hotel! Might I say, Its indeed wonderful..."📻🦌

🐱🍺"It's fine. The bar is more organized than I thought it would be. But that makes my afterlife easier."🍺🐱

🪡👁️"THEY HAVE NEW DIFFERENT TYPES OF BUGS!! LIKE THERE'S THIS BUG CALLED A FLY! THEY ARE REALLY HARD TO GET!"👁️🪡

🐍🚀"Itsss rather nicccee! I can make much more better thingsss now that my room is much bigger."🚀🐍

🍎🐤"If it's making Charlie happy then I approve of it!"🍎🐤

[This is OOC AS HELL–]

[yourdoorisunlocked]

Soldier of Spades - Husker Headcanons

𝐀/𝐍: Another request!! I definitely prefer doing headcanons, since they're quicker and easier to put together, then again this is more like a mini-fic in the form of bulleted point - Enjoy!! ^ ^

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𝐍𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 | 𝙼𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚔𝚒

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🍺 The feline bartender had a rather neutral stance on your presence at first, being as indifferent as he was with anyone else.

🍺 Husker assumed that eventually, you’d become just like everyone else: bitching and whining to him over a glass of liquid courage during the late hours of the night.

🍺 But he was surprised to find that you seldom walked up to the bar to get a drink, much less actually talk to anybody outside of your usual hours.

🍺 Whenever you did visit the bar - albiet very, very rarely - The both of you would simply enjoy each other’s company in silence, and Husker found you were a nice change of pace from the chaos that would normally ensue.

🍺 You slowly grew accustomed to Husk’s presence - and he to yours - you became more familiar with him, and an unspoken companionship formed.

🍺 It wasn’t until one night at the bar, in an attempt to ease your nerves and escape from your past in the strangely comforting presence of a certain feline bartender, you noticed him playing with a deck of playing cards.

🍺 After a few moments of mesmerized staring, Husker spoke up with a raised eyebrow.

🍺 “Hey, kid. Lemme show you somethin’.”

🍺 He reveled slightly in the wide-eyed look of wonderment that you gave him when he pulled a few card tricks, admiring the masterful flicking, folding, and sleight of hand he displayed before finally taking a bow and leaving you dumbstruck. You'd never seen anything like that before.

🍺 "What? If all it took was a couple a' card tricks to knock you off your rocker, I don't know how you've been able to survive down here," Husker takes a swig of his near-empty bottle, though this time the stormy expression that he usually sported was replaced by a wolfish grin.

🍺 That fleeting thrum of your heart had left your nerves on end with excitement. Such a foreign feeling felt deliciously warm and dangerous at the same time, and you were eager for a taste of more.

🍺 After that night, you had grown even closer to the bartender, and your visits became more and more frequent with each passing day you spent as a security guard at the hotel. A unique, yet not completely unfamiliar job to you.

🍺 But like anyone else on the job, you'd needed a reliever at the end of a stressful day, though you preferred finding solace in another's company, rather than at the bottom of a bottle.

🍺 You'd long since befriended the gruff, rough-around-the-edges ex-soldier, and Husker too had felt himself drawn to you, in an unfamiliar way that made the tips of his fur stand on end; the last time he'd felt so close to someone hadn't ended well. But he couldn't help but drop his guard around you.

🍺 Decades of being alone with nothing - not even his own soul - had run the bartender ragged, but he pushed through in light of a new friendship.

🍺 One night, when you were feeling particularly comfortable with Husk, you'd accidentally spilled the fact that you, too, were an ex-soldier, a survivor and witness to the horrors of war.

🍺 "You too, huh?" You raised an eyebrow. "Were you...?"

🍺 He nodded and took another sip. "You, uh, tend to see some things out there, ya'know?" Husk looked to you, a flicker of something familiar that you had seen before, a grim acknowledgment shared between comrades on the battlefield. You knew that look all too well.

🍺 And Husker, one again, tried - and succeeded - to lift your spirits with one of his signature card tricks, though this time, it was a bit more complicated.

🍺 He smirked and raised a bottle towards you after shuffling the cards and pulling a few tricks with them. "Check behind your ear, kid."

🍺 Hesitantly, you reach behind your ear, your gloves tangling into your tied back hair momentarily before you felt something slip into your hand.

🍺 With a growing smile, and a small laugh you slipped the card from your locks into your hand and grinned up at Husk, who smirked back down at you.

🍺 The evening then passed like any other, and you quickly forgot all about your past, instead being whisked away from the theatrics of another one of Husk's stories and a few more tricks up his sleeve, promising to one day teach you the ins and outs of this strange game called 'poker' that he spoke so fondly of.

🍺 Once you'd gotten back to your hotel room, ever mindful of the quickly passing time and how early you'd need to rise in the morning for your shift, you flopped down onto your bed, the burn of alcohol fizzing down your throat and the fleeting happiness lingering and tightening around your heart.

🍺 You gripped the card in your ungloved hands with a small warmth flaring against your cheeks. An Ace of Spades was printed on the front of the card in a stark, inky black.

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𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: This one was experimental - much like the Lucifer headcanons - but definitely fun to make! I hope you all enjoyed it! Another request down, and I have more in store ;)

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[bartender-cat-in-the-hat]

What's your favourite thing in the world :3

🐱🍺"Dignity."🍺🐱

★{Poor Husk-}★