#husk is my favorite

[fizziepopangel]

Baggage

"Should we start loving? Give this a try?

You got baggage but so do I,

you got baggage but so do I.....

let's give this a try..."

[mintaikcorpse]

Enjoy Blake Roman shipping Huskerdust

[loopyart]

🖤🎲🕸️🖤

LoopyArt

[onyxmistkes]

JUST REALIZED I NEVER POSTED THIS HERE ANYWAY *smacks art down on table* I love them so much

I'm so happy this show finally got released because it has been a long 4 years and of course, it has its flaws but I love it all the same

[doodle-empress66]

Minor spoiler

but I was not expecting a reference to the jokes about that Val money counting scene from Addict

[metamatronic]

whoah, how did he get here? hm. well. oops.

[princessfroslass]

I like to think that Angel terrorize Husk for being a cat from time to time- like making him chase a red dot and putting an pickle next to him and shit.

Husk just breaks pasta in front of him.

[am-i-interrupting]

Hey! I’ve been lurking your page for a little while, and really like your work! I was wondering if maybe you could write headcanons for Husk and Lucifer comforting a reader who has sensory issues, and accidentally came into contact with a texture that made them feel really overwhelmed?

Husk

Very befuddled the first time this happens. This man does not know what to do.

He wants to help but he doesn’t know how and is afraid of making things worse.

Depending on how badly you react, he won’t even ask you questions, afraid of overstimulating you more.

He just extends his paw for you to make as much or as little contact as you want and tries to guide you to a quiet, dark space.

After that first time though, he gets prepared.

He asks you what triggered it. Gets rid of all of those textures. Asks you what textures will help you get rid of the bad ones and writes it down in a list.

He also does this with all your other senses. Smell, taste, sight. Very aware of his surroundings.

This will be one of the times he won’t grumble and complain (no matter how light hearted) when you start petting him (be it fur or feathers) and ask if he could start purring.

He is a big, winged cat. This man is king of DPT.

Lucifer

In my head & heart, Lucifer has AuDHD. He gets it.

The first time it happens, he is looking around the room for something, anything he’s noticed you fiddle with a lot (because he’s hyper analyzed your body language, of course he knows what you fiddle with).

He grabs it and offers it to you.

He gets some water for you after you calm down, fetches your favorite blanket, and just sits next to you.

If you get embarrassed afterwards, he assures you that he understands.

You two talk about what your triggers are. You agree on several and complain about how it’s just awful. The worst. Heaven must have created it specifically to torture the both of you.

Overall, just a lot of camaraderie between the two of you. Lots is shared experiences.

Now you both have someone to look out for each other.

[rainymoonbows]

something more lighthearted

I just think that the two cats of the hotel should interact

[avuck]

DAY THREE: Dream/Escape

@celestialalpacaron's Overlord Husk AU for day three of Huskerdust Week! Even though I'm 5 days late posting it.

Bonus view of Angel's dresser because I put too much effort into details that would be covered up:

[fizziepopangel]

"You may own my soul, but I ain't your fucking pet!"

He complains about how “everyone wants to bitch to the bartender" but he actually loves that the others all trust him enough to confide in him.

While touch might make him purr, Husk's love languages are actually acts of service and words of affirmation. 

Husk actually really does want Charlie's redemption plan to work, and if it does, he really wants to believe that he would be able to get redemption himself… but he knows Alastor would never allow it and if he's honest, he doesn't believe he deserves redemption. He plans to stay at the hotel as long as Alastor will let him to hopefully help Charlie lead others to the redemption he can't get himself.

He's actually a really good cook when he's drunk, but he can't cook for shit sober.

After selling his soul to Alastor, Husk developed a fear of chains because Alastor often dragged him around on one to try to break him out of the idea that he had a say in what his life would be from then on. Even when not wielded by the radio demon himself, they terrify him, needless to say whips and chains do not excite him.

Fat Nuggets follows Husk around. The little pig absolutely adores the demon cat who pet sits him when his owner is out and sometimes he sneaks into Husk’s room just to sleep on his bed. They’ve learned to check Husk’s room first when Angel can’t find his beloved piggy pal.

Husk’s mother was a drunk and his father was a gambling addict. His mother taught him how to take shots and his father taught him to count cards and rig games.

He doesn’t  wear a shirt with his suspenders because when he arrived in hell, he couldn’t get used to the wings and it was uncomfortable having them stuffed inside his shirt, but he hated trying to maneuver them into the holes in shirts made for demons with wings.

He spawned into hell naked. His suspenders/pants were stolen from a demon he found passed out in an alley because, despite being a cat, he felt uncomfortable naked.

Husk still feels uncomfortable completely naked

Despite being a hell cat, when he was alive, he wasn’t a cat person or a dog person. During his time living, Husk kept birds and often went bird watching when he was sober enough to enjoy it.The one upside Husk found to his new demon appearance was the avian aspects of it.

The one bird-like thing he cannot stand is the molting. He thought the fur was bad when he realized that he shed a little bit, but when he began to mold, he absolutely hated it.

His bowtie and hat are like a security blanket, he refuses to go anywhere or do anything without them. He refused to leave his room when Niffty accidently took his bowtie when getting his dirty laundry for laundry day.

On top of purring and shedding, Husk has a few other feline traits…. One of the ones Charlie tends to find the most adorable is the is the fact that he purrs and he can occasionally be caught napping in sunny spots

Niffty is the only one who knows it, but Husk has a bit of a sweet tooth, she often bakes little treats and snacks and candies on his bed when he seems like he’s having a bad day. Husk enjoys the little treats but he isn’t great at showing her that he appreciates the gesture.

Husk’s mother was a drunk and his father was a gambling addict. His mother taught him how to take shots and his father taught him to count cards and rig games.

He doesn’t wear a shirt with his suspenders because when he arrived in hell, he couldn’t get used to the wings and it was uncomfortable having them stuffed inside his shirt, but he hated trying to maneuver them into the holes in shirts made for demons with wings.

He spawned into hell naked. His suspenders/pants were stolen from a demon he found passed out in an alley because, despite being a cat, he felt uncomfortable naked.

Husk still feels uncomfortable completely naked

Despite being a hell cat, when he was alive, he wasn’t a cat person or a dog person. During his time living, Husk kept birds and often went bird watching when he was sober enough to enjoy it.The one upside Husk found to his new demon appearance was the avian aspects of it.

The one bird-like thing he cannot stand is the molting. He thought the fur was bad when he realized that he shed a little bit, but when he began to mold, he absolutely hated it.

His bowtie and hat are like a security blanket, he refuses to go anywhere or do anything without them. He refused to leave his room when Niffty accidently took his bowtie when getting his dirty laundry for laundry day.

On top of purring and shedding, Husk has a few other feline traits…. One of the ones Charlie tends to find the most adorable is the is the fact that he purrs and he can occasionally be caught napping in sunny spots

Something Charlie has yet to see is the fact that Husk does that little ‘making biscuits’ thing in his sleep when he’s really relaxed. It doesn’t happen often, but Angel has caught it on video once when he found Husk asleep while watching Fat Nuggets…. Husk doesn’t know about this yet.

[yikes077]

I cannot comprehend my love for huskerdust. Like separately, I have no attachment to Husk or Angel Dust. They’re fine characters, but not my fav.

But together????? Delicious, scrumptious, best I’ve ever seen oh my god yes.

It’s just like I wouldn’t eat yeast or flour separately, but I will fuck up some bread. Just makes my little heart sing. They’re so snazzy

[turtleofthehollow]

Alastor really went from a pissing contest with the kind of hell, to terrorizing Husk, to showing genuine loyalty to the hotel in the span of, like, 10 minutes

Dude has no chill but we knew that

[cryinhell]

It is not a coincidence that Husk and Angel are introduced right after Charlie and Vaggie. The main canon couple and then the most likely second main couple?

Not subtle at all.

[vellichorsmystique]

Tea in a Bar

⭒ Husk x gn!reader

⭒ w.c. ~1.9k

⭒ Meant to be read as a sort of pre-relationship ficlet. Just a silly little drabble I needed to get out of my system. Mainly fluff, implied (?) angsty undertones at some point, there is comfort.

⭒ No use of y/n... I mean Alcohol is mentioned? So fair warning for that, reader themself doesn't drink anything of the sort in this specific fic. No spoilers in terms of the Hazbin Hotel series.

⭒ A new sinner in the hotel only means another headache for Husk to endure as he listens through drunken rambles. However that doesn't appear to be the case as this specific sinner tends to just bask in his presence. There's not much to go on, and as much as he should be wary of them, he can't help but be intrigued.

The newest guest is strange. The thought brazenly bounces around Husks skull, as he discreetly flashes a few wary glances at the figure sitting at the bar top. He elects to ignore the fact that today's version of “discreetly” translated into occasionally looking up (to oogle) from the glass he had currently been wiping dry before peering back down. He also decides not to fixate on the truth that this is the same shot glass he had picked up an hour ago. 

It’s uncanny really, how can you sit there so serene, eyes closed in something akin to bliss? Husk is openly staring at you once more, mouth slanting into some sort of neutral frown, as you shifted in your spot on the flimsy stool. Every night without fail since your first appearance at the hotel, you seemed to have made it your personal goal to purposely confuse him. Why? He has absolutely no clue. His proof? Non-existent. 

That wasn’t even the infuriating part, it was merely the fact that your actions were definitely not motivated by some extrinsic goal, it wasn’t like you actively had it out for him. Husk prided himself on his exemplary skills of reading people and while there was this air of mystique that surrounded the likes of you (all too comfortably familiar to the source of his chained ire) you weren’t trying to usurp his current life. At least not in the moment that is. 

Before he can grumble internally about the stupid predicament he found himself in he becomes all too aware of the warmth of your scrutiny. Damn, sure he was doing a piss poor job at sneaking peeks at you, but he didn’t actually think you’d catch him. However something about the mirth swimming your eyes clues him in on the embarrassing fact this probably was not your first time catching him. Your lips curl into a light smile, the corners barely twitching at what he assumed to be withheld laughter. 

“Is there something wrong?” Your words are less of a question and more of a tease which only prompts a withering glare in your direction. Almost foolishly he hopes it’s enough to ward you off, it’s not of course, and he’s proven once more how futile it is for a sinner to do something as silly as hope. Unperturbed by his nasty stink eye, you rest your head in your palm and raise a brow in goading fashion. Ear twitching he goes back to dutifully swiping the glass held in his paws. 

“Nothing, just stuck wondering why there’s a fucking weirdo sitting at my bar?” You have the gull to wave him off with a bark of laughter. 

“Me? Weirdo? Unlikely,” His brow furrows at that as he flashes you an unamused look. 

“More likely than you seem to think, who sits at the bar hours on end, and doesn’t order anything to drink,” He tried to keep up with the insult, however as he rasped out the words, he couldn’t hide the genuine curiosity that filtered in the latter half of his statement. Your laughter subsides, and you idly trace a fingertip on the grains of  the bartop, lips quirked in gaiety. 

“Touche, but I raise you this, who uses a dirty rag to clean their glasses?” Subject change, of course, he honestly shouldn’t be surprised. 

“That–’ and he raises the shotglass higher more forcibly twirling the gunk filled rag around on the inside, ‘is very much intentional,” 

“Hmm, and that is exactly why I don’t get drinks here,” Grinning you leaned back on the stool, palms flat against the wooden top as you loosened some sort of crick in your neck. Your tone is too pacifying and he doesn’t buy it. Nose scrunching he rolls his eyes, before resting his forearm on the bar, brows raised knowingly at you. 

“But that’s not the reason,” And there it is, the enigmatic grin that should probably push him away instead of drawing him in closer. Something swims in the depths of your eyes, something that one day he’ll decipher, but for now whatever you're hiding under lock and key stays indiscernible for today. 

“No it’s not,” You echo demurely. He groans, he was too sober for all of your mental gymnastics. The conversation lulls for a moment or two before you tilt your head towards the array of spirits and liqueurs  behind him.

“You wouldn’t happen to have any sort of tea?” Tea? Seriously? He doesn’t waste breath looking, instead just briskly focusing on his task at hand.

“No, this is a bar– not some sort of fucking cafe,” Sighing almost wistfully you slide off the barstool, and he regards your actions in surprise. 

“What a shame, it’s getting late anyways I think now is a good time to start turning in for the night regardless,” He grunts, blinking slowly, was that what it took to get you to leave? Tail cutting through the air, he shrugs his shoulders brushing the thought away. It’s not like he cared that much…. 

“Oh and Husk?” Your voice takes a suspicious lilt that has his ears twitching. 

“Despite your choice of dish towel I’m pretty sure that shot glass is clean enough, you’ve been holding it for what– an hour now?” He slams the aforementioned glass on the grainy top as your laughter fades, but the worst part is he’s not even annoyed by the fact you were aware. Yeah… you were a really fucking strange guest here. 

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You take longer than normal to come sit at the bar. He ignores the discomfort that prickles at the realization. Just when he decides to go ahead and begin the methodical process of closing everything up for the night, he hears the lobby doors open. The sound echoes in the expanse of the empty lobby, and finally through slitted irises he can make out your silhouette tiredly plodding through. 

Back and shoulders hunched, you look withdrawn, a total one-eighty from your normally exuberant personality you always seemed to have when you pestered(read: visited) him. Footfalls heavy, the bar stool croaked when you finally settled over it. Yawning, your upper half pitched forward, and you pressed your face into your crossed arms on the table. 

“‘llo Husk,” the words are a mumbled and muffled mess emanating from the crook of your arm where your head was buried. If it weren’t for the ear he had angled in your general direction he probably would not have picked up on it. Frowning, he glanced down at his paws. Today was different, you never seemed like the type to “showcase” your more or less weak spots where others could see? Something in the sinner’s chest seizes up. Was this an inadvertent form of trust? Deciding not to dwell for too long on the implications for such an idea, he instead coughs out loud into his fist. Rather dramatically. 

“The fuck’s up with you?” And he hates the fact you’ll notice the bite gone from his voice. Almost petulantly your shoulders rise and fall, a vague impression of a shrug due to your current position. 

“Alright, not in a talking mood then, fine,” He gets it, and he wasn’t going to push or prod your boundaries just to satiate the itch of curiosity. Peripherals catching the tell tale sign of movement his slit pupils lock onto your own irises from where you angled your head to the side in order to properly look at him. Expression almost distraught, he can only watch the way you tug your lip against your teeth internally battling over something. Before you sniffle and rasp out quietly. 

“I just… don't want to be alone in my room right now,” The admission is point blank, no allusions, or disarming smiles to disguise the truth. Some remote part of his brain will probably play the vulnerability of this moment on replay when he’s alone in his bed, with a pillow to bury himself into. For now, he elects to breeze past the info, mentally tiptoeing around whatever aftershocks your bombshell just resulted in. 

“Well if ya don’t want to talk, then maybe you’ll want a drink instead,”  Your expression twists, and you move to sit up some sort of reply building on the tip of your tongue, before he is turning his back to you. When he’s facing you once more your eyes widen to see not a shot glass in his hand, but a teacup. It’s humorous really, the cup disproportionate to the size of his clawed fingertips, still he holds the most likely plastic chalice like it’s fine china. 

All too soon the cup is waiting to be sipped from in front of you, and Husk is left to tap a claw rhythmically as he waits for you to taste test it. You hands wrap reverently around the drink, and you bring it up closer in order to properly take a whiff. As you nurse the steaming cup in your grasp he can make out the light aroma of apples and some more floral notes. With his freehand he scratches at the fur on his nape, prickling as he awaits your verdict. 

“It’s uh…”

“Chamomile,” You softly answer for him, still entranced by the liquid.

“Yeah, that,” When you finally look at him your eyes are wide and mouth parted ever so slightly; you were looking at him as if what he just handed you was a free get into heaven ticket, and not some mediocre tea he had made in wait for you to arrive. He breaks eye-contact, blood roaring in his ears as goes back to tapping some sort of melody on the wood. You finally bring the vessel to your lips savoring the taste of the tea, and a syrupy sweet grin inches across your expression. Husk finds the grin to fit better than that frown from earlier. 

Tea long since finished, he found himself caught in idle chatter as he scrubbed away the days worth of muck and stains. This time armed with a moderately cleaner rag thanks to your insistence. Tone impossibly fond you spiel your thanks once more.

“Really Husk, thank you, the tea was the perfect pick-me-up,” 

“Ah, quit blowing it out of proportion. I didn't do much,” You only laugh once more at his vehemence in not accepting your gratitude. Humming thoughtfully, you straightened up as an idea struck. 

“You know…Chamomile is absolutely divine when mixed with Vodka,” Husk sends a prudent glance in your direction. Though you can practically see the interest he has in the idea with how he paused everything he was doing. Almost in accusation he raises an offending claw. 

“I thought you didn’t drink?” the cheeky grin you reply with almost has him roll his eyes. 

“I never said I didn’t, I just prefer my spirits mixed with tea. They tend to mesh deliciously,” The corners of his lips lift into a barely there crooked grin as he shakes his head. 

“No I guess you didn’t” he echoes in reply.  Before you leave, much later compared to the past, you mention something about green tea and whiskey. A combination he would have to try tomorrow when you would decide to visit the bar. Distantly he found himself looking forward to what would undoubtedly be more visits from you. All for the tea and booze of course…. And maybe just maybe you too.

⭒ end notes: guys I'm so rusty-- ignore any and all spelling/grammar mistakes it's almost 3am as of posting, and I have a 9am lecture tomorrow. Honestly HH has like become my new hyper fixation so maybe I'll write some more stuff for it we'll see. If not, guess I'll see ya'll again in nine months when I'm suddenly struck with the urge to write something </3 /hj I definitely want to be more active and make more indulgent things so I look forward to it!!

[theodorequartz]

Part 1: Following

Yeah.. just another doodle I made while at school..

I'll probably make more.

Sorry about the poor quality 😔 I drew this from the back of my notebook and I still don't know how to do digital art 😞