#ask husk

[husk-says-no]

Hey, Husk here. This is my blog.

Somehow you ended up in my corner of the internet. Poor choice or divine intervention—jury’s still out. Either way, I ain’t your therapist, but I’ve got time, booze, and a bad attitude, and nothing better to do,so feel free to:

Ask for advice, vent your soul, cry over your situationship, beg for approval, debate stuff, etc. Hell, ask me if your demon crush likes you back. (Spoiler: they don’t. Move on.)

You need opinions? I got ‘em. Need a roast? I’ll flay you with words and a smirk. Emotional support? I’ve got a scratchy voice and a semi-functional moral compass. Good enough. Just don't cry if I hurt your feelings. You'll get over it.

Bar's open. Ashtray’s full. Lay it on me.

♠︎♡◆♧♠︎♡◆♧

[husks-bar-talks]

Heya there whiskers, how you doin' hmm? Bored? If so i wouldn't mind entertaining ya, only if you want, i know boundries.

Husk: Huh?! But aren't you-.....I thought-.....*looks confused* Angel?

Fantasy: For the sake of the blog, I'm operating as this Angel being from a different dimension

[ask-husker]

Hey, Americans...

Things are lookin' fuckin' shitty. I ain't gonna lie: I'm worried for y'all. But let me tell ya somethin': this ain't forever. These assholes? They're gonna die someday and leave nothin' behind them but a foul stench. And with each new generation, things are gonna get a little better, alright? We're chippin' away at the bigotry. We're chippin' away at the lies. Stay smart. Stay strong. Protect one another. Don't give up. You're more powerful than you give yourself credit for.

[hazbinsponsoredbyvee]

height check

exactly how tall is everyone

"Oh, I stand around seven feet tall in my usual form!"

"I'm a bit over eight feet. Not sure by how much - depends how high a' heels I'm wearin'."

"I'm almost exactly six and a half feet tall."

"I'm somewhere around six foot."

"Six foot, or something like that, anyway. Maybe a little taller, I dunno."

"Five feet, nine inches!"

"I'm 3 feet, nine inches!"

"I'm about five and a half feet tall."

"I'm pretty much exactly seven feet."

"I'm five foot, seven inches."

"I'm around ten feet, babydoll."

[bedtime-broadcast]

Any pregnant or previously pregnant folks have body image issues? I've never been pregnant, but I know I do.....

🦌📻 🦌📻 🦌📻

Alastor’s Suite

Alastor: Yes, I do struggle. My body has changed in ways that feel… foreign. Some days I avoid mirrors. But I remind myself — it created life. I try to show it kindness, even when my mind resists.

🐈‍⬛🃏 🐈‍⬛🃏 🐈‍⬛🃏

Husk’s Bar

Husk: Hell yeah. Never cared about my looks much before, but the idea of getting bigger and sore and exhausted? It gets to ya. I gotta remind myself — this body’s keeping my kid safe. That matters more than how I look right now.

🍎👑 🍎👑 🍎👑

Lucifer’s Apple Suite

Lucifer: Absolutely not! *laughs* Honestly I loved being pregnant! Sure I mean being bigger wasn’t great but feeling the babies inside, kicking, thriving, that’s the good stuff!

[whiskey4whiskers]

The Radio Demon appeared on an empty barstool with a rush of shadows, leaning his cane against the bar. “Husker, my good man! A glass of rye if you would please.”

((@official-alastor ))

Husk grumbles but obliges. He stops cleaning the glass he had been working on and grabs a different glass and begins to pour.

“Here,” he says, setting the glass in front of the radio demon.

He picks up his rag and begins to clean once more, leaning against the back counter as he carefully watches Alastor.

[purgatory-plaza]

Asks are open!!! Feel free to ask any character here questions <33

[the-big-boss-of-hell]

wait husk have you felt the baby kick yet?

Husk: Yep. I swear she’s doing spins in there. Or she’s fluttering up a storm.

[ask-the-devils-bastard]

What an exciting time! Hell's first Mardi Gras Party!

Any interesting menu options for the bar, Husk?

Must be nice to flex your skills, drinks and stage magic! 😉

Husk: Hah, sorry kid, I don't do stage magic no more. I'm only on bar duty tonight. I'll be sticking mostly with the classics, but I threw a couple of my own creations into the mix. I've had some luck experimenting with beelzejuice.

Angel Dust: Think the bitch queen'll approve?

Husk: Huh. Actually, I wasn't thinking too much about her showing up.

Angel Dust: C'mon Husky! How many other Sinners are gonna be able to brag that they managed to wow the Queen of Gluttony herself?

Husk: (shrugs) I mean... her whole thing is gluttony. She probably doesn't care too much 'bout what she eats.

Angel Dust: Well her food vlog sure begs to differ.

Husk: Her what? She has a website?

Angel Dust: Husk. I swear to fuck. I died before you did, how are you more of an old man than me?

[maternity-morningstar]

* gives Alastor ten baby blankets and ten more for him* here you go Alastor. I’m sorry you’re still going through it.

Alastor: *accepts one of the blankets and wraps around Cinnamon* Thank you. There you dear, all nice and warm.

Cinnamon: *quiets down a bit*

Alastor: *sits down on the couch* there there darling, you’re okay. See?

Angel: *sits next to Alastor* Aww she’s a real cutie! Hiya!

Cinnamon: *looks at Angel and immediately starts crying*

Alastor: *frowns* Angel!

Angel: What?!

Lucifer: Cinni! Lookie here! *starts making funny faces*

Cinnamon: *cries even louder*

Husk: Hey Cinnamon. It’s okay. Your dads are just goofy fellas.

Cinnamon: *looks at Husk and goes quiet…strangely quiet…she’s passed out from fright*

Alastor: Gah!!! Cinnamon!!!

[husk-says-no]

Husk's Hot Takes

If common sense were alcohol, most of you would be stone-cold sober. And don’t get me started on judgment—because if I had a dollar for every bad decision I’ve witnessed, I wouldn’t be stuck in this dump pouring drinks and pretending to care. Seriously, the stupidity I’ve seen could power Vegas for a decade.

[alastor-and-adam]

You know how young children sometimes play with pots and pans has Evelyn ever done that but in the bar

Evelyn: *crawls behind Husk’s bar and picks up a empty glass bottle*

Husk: *notices immediately* Whoa!! No!! This is glass! Bad baby!

Evelyn: *starts crying that her bottle was taken away*

Husk: *sighs and knows what to do. He lets his tail being played with*

Evelyn: *stops crying and bats at his tail*

[ask-husker]

Hello, folks.

I've decided that it's time to hang up my hat and retire this blog. It's brought me a lot of joy, speaking with all of you, and I wanna thank you for making this space possible.

I'll keep it up for the time being, but I won't be replying to any new messages.

You can find me at @cathartictrash and @askviktor.

Thanks for all the good times.

[hazbinsponsoredbyvee]

*Hands everyone their correlating Popsicle, except Charlie gets the Vaggie one and Vags gets the Charlie one.*

Here ya go~

(Art credit: @junpiejumino )

"Oh, these are so cute!"

"Yeah, they really are."

"Oh, that's so fun!"

"No, thank you."

"You can take a bite out of me, if you'd prefer." *offers out popsicle*

"Only if we're being literal."

"Husk, trade me!"

"Heh, sure."

[bedtime-broadcast]

Oh Alastor, i know you definitely don't want to hear this but Deer tend to almost always have twins from their second pregnancy onward. It's most likely why your morning sickness is so bad this time.

Since the animalistic traits gifted you by hell hold sway over your soul in the afterlife, Husk probably also probably needs to worry that he will be having 3+ kids as he is a cat and with angel himself being a spider.

~Slides Alastor salty snacks like chips and nuts knowing his deer biology will be making him crave them sooner rather than later~

Alastor: *scared* There’s no way that’s true — *immediately starts doing research*

Deer, particularly white-tailed deer, often have twin fawns in subsequent pregnancies, with first-time mothers typically giving birth to a single fawn. While twins are common, triplets and even quadruplets can occur, especially in higher-quality habitat.

Alastor: Well…fuck. *looks at Calliope* maybe I should reconsider carrying to term…

Husk: *scared as well* Why did I decide to continue this pregnancy???

[whiskey4whiskers]

Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! * scream as I fell from the sky as I crash into the window of the hotel and landed face first on the floor of the lobby*

Ow……

Husks eyes him from where he stands behind the bar. “You ok, kid?”