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kandavers · 2 days
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Aggressive reminder that this is a pro-palestine blog! If you support Israel, and GENOCIDE, go away!!! Forever!!! If you’re “neutral” in the face of war, also go away!!! Forever!!!
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bokkunmann2 · 3 days
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The Night Bar
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chipkoy · 24 hours
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was thinking of them💞
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kotana-x · 2 days
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Husk and Angel Dust Collaboration with NEPA ( https://x.com/oh_nepa ) Sketch: NEPA, me Line: me Color: NEPA, me
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lalalalalalakakakak · 8 hours
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And they say chivalry is dead.
(and just some failing attempt at drawing Angel Dust under the cut)
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And this (below) was my very first attempt drawing him. At the time I didn't use references because "how hard could it be to draw him" ((the answer was "A LOT"))
(looking at it makes me laugh, so I'm posting it too)
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hazbinshusk · 3 days
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husk x reader. husk is stuck tending bar, desperately wishing that he could take you to bed. you decide to have some fun with the old cat in the meantime. how? by hiding under the bar and blowing him while he tries to hold a conversation, of course. blowjobs, face fucking, degradation (lovingly), reader is fem (mention of breasts, minor use of she/her pronouns. written for jx3-xd. 1.6k words.
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You drum your fingers against the polished wood of the bar in a staccato show of impatience. Your chin rests in your hand, and Husk glances over at you at the sound. He’s running a rag around the inside of a glass in a well-practiced motion, and you just know that the tired, exasperated expression he’s wearing is mirrored on your own face. He offers you a brief, apologetic smile before turning his attention dutifully back to his only other patron.
Sir Pentious was regaling the two of you with a long-winded, half-strung together story about one of his previous ‘glorious battles’. You weren’t entirely sure for quite a long while how this exactly pertained to the ‘advice of crucial importance’ the snake had requested at the beginning of the conversation, but when a certain anarchistic cyclops had entered the story, you’d formed a suspicion pretty quickly.
Which was only confirmed when Husk asked why in all of Hell Pentious was asking him for advice, and Pentious had somewhat awkwardly gestured between the two of you.
“You sure you don’t wanna head upstairs, doll?” Husk murmurs to you as he refills your glass from the bottle he’s been nursing. Pentious has reached a particularly dramatic part of his tale, and doesn’t even realize the interruption. “You don’t need to sit here outta some kinda kindness. Go to bed.”
You give him a grateful, sympathetic pout, your hand sliding subtly across the bar to brush your fingers against the back of his hand. His eyes close in a brief second of contentment at the touch. “And leave you to fend for yourself? Never.”
His lips twitch in a grateful but exasperated smile. The two of you turn your attention back to Pentious just as he sweeps an arm grandly, and you rescue his abandoned glass before he can knock it over.
You try to listen to Pentious, you do, but you can find your mind wandering up to Husk’s room to linger between the sheets. On the way he’d wrapped his arms and his wings around you the night before as you straddled his lap, the way his heated breath has teased against the side of your throat as he’d cum inside you, kept you riding him until he was so overstimulated he’d bitten his own lip until it bled. On how his fur had tickled at your breasts and stomach, your sweat and slick soaking his thighs as he’d made you ride him at an agonizingly slow pace, fucking himself up to you in short, soft thrusts for hours. By the end you’d been shaking, shuddering with every touch of his body against yours, and you’d fallen asleep cradled against his chest.
You feel Husk’s eyes on you and you blink as you return to reality. He’s watching you with an amused look on his face, one eyebrow arched knowingly. You feel yourself warm as you realize he knows exactly where your mind has trailed to. His eyes flicker down over you appraisingly, sending heat shooting right through you. You smile at him, winking and pressing your tongue against the inside of your cheek twice just as Husk takes a sip from his bottle.
He bursts into a coughing fit as he chokes on burning whiskey. It’s enough to cut Pentious off mid-sentence, and you take the opportunity to stand, patting Pentious on the shoulder.
“Sorry, Pen, but I’m gonna let you two talk in private. I’ll see you in the morning for group activity, alright?” you say, and he blushes bright pink as you lean over to press a kiss to his cheek before he can comment on your abrupt change of plans. “Night, boys.”
Husk clears his throat as he finally stops coughing, equally surprised. “’Night, doll.”
“Good night.” Pentious tips his hat to you gallantly, earning him a smile from you. He returns it happily.
You shoot Husk a wink before clicking your fingers and disappearing into thin air – by far one of the better perks you had being stuck in Hell.
“It’sss ssso unnerving when she doesss that,” Pentious comments almost admiringly, jerking back in fright as Husk suddenly curses aloud.
“Shit!”
Instead of appearing up in your room you’re suddenly on your knees behind the bar, and Husk jumps back as he notices you inches from his legs. You grin up at him as his fur stands on end, tail lashing behind him once, holding a finger to your lips before reaching up to unfasten his pants. Husk visibly swallows, eyes shooting back up to Pentious apprehensively. Still, when you press an open-mouthed kiss to the clothed bulge in his trousers, he shudders.
“What?!” Pentious exclaims, alarmed.
“Sorry!” Husk spits out hurriedly, eyes closing for a second as he feels you rub your hands up his thighs and your cheek nuzzling against his steadily hardening cock. He forces them open again, meeting Pentious’ eye again. “Sorry… broken glass. Must’ve missed some when I dropped it earlier… keep talkin’.”
Pentious hesitates a moment before returning to his monologue, and Husk braces his hands on the bar in front of him as you wrap your hand around the base of him and touch your tongue to the head of his cock.
There’s a tension in his thighs that makes you smirk as you take him into your mouth, savoring the taste of him against your tongue. The small barbs tickle along it as you withdraw again, suckling around the tip and squeezing the base until you hear him draw in a sharp breath.
You take him back in deeply again, the girth of his cock setting a light ache into your jaw as you fuck your mouth onto him slowly. Your fingers curl in the fabric of his pants, feel the firm muscle of his thigh twitch under your touch. When you pull away to breathe his hips move forward instinctively, chasing the feeling of your warm, wet mouth around him.
You’re dimly aware of Pentious still talking, of Husk making short, gruff responses and you have to hold back a snicker. You feel him thrust forward into your mouth just once in revenge, gagging as the head of him brushes the back of your throat. You pinch his thigh in retaliation and he jerks away from your touch.
The move does not go unnoticed by Pentious, and Husk curses, fumbling for an explanation.
“…Leg cramp,” he grunts, his claws digging into the wood as you take him back into your mouth and suck him in earnest. Under his breath he utters, “Fuck.”
You curl your tongue around the underside of him each time you withdraw. His thighs are quivering under your hands and he clears his throat again in the hopes of covering a groan. One hand slips into your hair for a moment, curling strands around his claws and guiding you into a quicker pace.
“Pen,” Husk practically growls the word, hand returning the bar above you in a fist. “You’re… overthinkin’ it.”
“I am?”
You look up as you deep-throat his cock, watching Husk’s jaw tense and his eyes close, brow furrowing, He exhales, nodding tightly.
“Jus’… talk to her.” Husk is struggling to maintain his composure; his wings are quivering so much that a few feathers join you on the floor.
“Really?” Pentious says almost incredulously. “You think she would be… receptive?”
“Fuck…” Husk replies, head dipping for a second. “Sure.”
“You really—”
“Yes!” Husk barks, a cattish yowl sounding in the back of his throat. “Now… jus’ fuck off, would ya?”
You choke around him as you fail to hold back a laugh at that, and when the snake demon finally makes his exit – hissing about the audacity of rude bartenders – Husk groans aloud, the sound filling the empty bar.
“Fuck, baby, you’re an evil little bitch…”
You hum, amused, around him and his eyes roll back. “Thank you, daddy.”
He chuckles brokenly, leaning heavily on the bar as his legs all but give out from under him. He thrusts into your mouth, curling one hand in your hair again so he can fuck your face. You wrap your arms around his thighs, helping to take his weight against you, saliva and pre-cum trailing down your chin and dripping onto your chest each time he meets the back of your throat.
“Fuuuuck…” Husk moans, his wings flapping “Christ, sugar, I’m…”
You flex your throat around him and Husk lets out a loud, throaty groan, head falling back as he buries himself deep in your throat and cums, flooding your mouth with the taste of him.
You swallow every drop of him, continuing to milk his cock with your lips until he’s shuddering and he pushes you gently away. He sighs heavily as you settle back against your calves, smirking proudly up at him, cheeks flushed and your lips stained with his cum.
Husk smiles affectionately down at you, running his claws gently across your cheek. “I swear, if Al didn’t already have my soul, you woulda just sucked it right outta me, doll.”
You giggle quietly. “Aren’t you sweet?”
His expression widens to a grin, and he bends down to bring his lips to yours. He hums against your lips as he tastes himself there. “Never claimed to be a poet, baby.”
You let him pull you to your feet, wrapping your arms around his neck. You feel the small of your back meet the edge of the bar as he kisses you again, his hands on your waist. He presses himself against you, his semi-stiff cock against your stomach.
“That’s okay,” you tell him between kisses. “There are so many other things you can do with your mouth.”
Husk laughs, voice deliciously warm, his forehead pressing against yours.
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poppyfieldart · 1 day
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Chapter 3 of "Lucky Bastard" is up! (It's my overlord Husk Au fanfic!) ❤️
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wispurring-moss · 2 days
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gonna end up renaming this blog "Oops! All Huskerdust! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ" at some point bc that's apparently the only thing that's ever getting made here, but,,,,,, oh well ig x,D
(WIP for a bigger thing but they're such a mood here i couldn't help it lmao)
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Angel: *contemplating a fancy bottle* Hey, d'ya think this is alcohol or perfume?
Husk: *grabs bottle. drinks all of it*
Angel:
Husk:
Angel:
Husk: It's perfume
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nunalastor · 2 days
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Crack theory: Husk killed Alastor. He was drinking to celebrate the end of prohibition, made some bad choices, and next thing he knew there was a man dead. Husk wasn't from town, so once he was sure there was no saving this man, he got the hell out of Louisiana and went back to Vegas and tried not to think about it.
Alastor remembered the man who killed him. He didn't see him, the bullet left him blind, but he heard the man's voice. Alastor was in agony for he didn't even know how long, and he vowed he would find that bastard in hell and make him pay. When he went to the casino owned by the new overlord decades later, he recognized the owner's voice instantly.
Husk had no idea who Alastor was either in life or death, he had no idea this was the man he killed, and that was fine by Alastor. He was going to make him suffer regardless, and just tearing his soul apart and broadcasting his screams didn't feel like enough.
👀
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You know those moments when a character is having a confrontation with someone they dislike but then they see or hear someone who immediately makes their eyes soften?
I live for those moments.
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kandavers · 2 days
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Hazbin Hotel staff/residents in my style
Finally I get to feed my tumblr nation!!!
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snow-white-shadow · 3 days
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"You['re] really gonna sit there and act like these scripts ain't hot garbage?"
Bonus:
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(From Hazbin Hotel - 1x4 Masquerade)
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6esiree · 2 days
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i just wanna say that ur gen z reader fic is absolutely amazing, i love reading over and over again bc husk is my favourite character, and me being gen z myself is making it better 💞
Husk was the first character I fell in love with!! Maybe it’s the daddy issues speaking but it’s just ugh, idk, I love everything about him, especially his voice. It’s so deep and rich and I would fucking melt if he whispered in my ear.
I also love how much of a grump he is. Ik if Husk had a partner that was Gen Z, he’d be smiling a lot more bc they would be a ray of sunshine in the dark, depressing world that is Hell.
Imagine…👇
- Making a Sinstagram for Husk. He only follows you and that’s it, ignoring everybody else when they start pestering him about him not following them back.
- The only time Husk opens the app is to look through the billion posts you sent him throughout the day, and even then you have to beg him to do so.
“Please watch them,” You say, Husk sighing in defeat when you pout.
“Fine—better be somethin’ funny.”
- Husk goes through all the videos you sent him with a straight face, but that’s only because he doesn’t understand Gen Z humor.
- Plus, all you do is send him cat or hamster posts with the caption “You and Me, Always Forever,” the only time he reacts to something you sent him being this:
- You’re just swinging your legs and giggling as a blush creeps up Husk’s neck. He watches it again to make sure that he hadn’t imagined the “🫵” LOLLL.
“Christ,” Husk shakes his head, putting his phone down.
“It’s my way of saying I love you.”
- Telling him the most random, out of pocket shit you can think of. It either makes him laugh or he looks at you in horror—there is no in between.
“Come over here and kiss me on my hot mouth, I’m feeling romantical,” You tell him, leaning over the counter.
- Husk recoils, and he doesn’t know whether to laugh or be embarrassed.
- Angel heard what you said to him and he’s down on the ground on his knees, holding his stomach and busting his ass off.
“So is that a no?”
- Husk massages his temples, resuming his work as if you had never asked him that.
- Wearing Y2K inspired clothing. You come down to the bar one day wearing a baby tee, lowrise jeans, and the strings of your thong showing on the sides.
- Husk immediately notices this, his mouth falling open as he spots the black strings hugging the sides of your waist.
“Hey, doll, I don’t mean to be…ya know,” Husk stuttered, approaching you from behind, his hands covering your sides. “You’re, uh, underwear is kinda showin’.”
“Oh, it’s the style! Do you like it?”
- The man blinks, wrapping his wings around you, pretending to give you a hug as the rest of the hotel’s residents come down.
“Christ, are ya tryin’ to get me hard?”
“Fine, I’ll go change then.”
(I will probably do this prompt with the rest of the characters btw 😼)
- Making Husk play Roblox with you. He thinks it’s stupid but as he lays his chin on your shoulder, watching you fail horribly at such a simple game, he decides to try it out.
- You’re actually trying to play an obby, which isn’t that hard. You just kept underestimating how far you jumped.
- Husk ends up giving up because he doesn’t really play games, especially on his phone. Plus, his own fingers keep getting in the way.
“I told you it’s not that easy—“
“It’s my fatass fuckin’ fingers!” Husk insists, his eyes glued to his phone, back slouching and all.
- Telling Husk “Nuh-uh.” He asks you to do a favor for him, but you decide to fuck with him first because you can.
“Nuh uh,” You say, watching his brows knit in confusion.
“What do ya mean, ‘Nuh uh,’” Husk repeats, “The fuck is that?”
“Nuh uh.”
“Come over here—“ Husk says, starting towards you, looking pissed off.
Anyway, that’s all my mind could come up with rn. I actually wrote sm the first time I saw your message, but tumblr just never uploaded it? I think it’s cuz I tried to refresh the app while my wifi was acting up 🗿 but yeah! I love Husk, and I also love imagining saying or doing the most random shit cuz it’s fun trying to predict how he’d respond LOL.
But TYSM FOR THAT!!! <33 and I’m so sorry for responding hella late. I’m not the biggest fan ofy first fics but I’m not taking them down cuz ik some of y’all love them.
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I was asked to do this
husk vs vox
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mewcury-chaos · 2 days
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🌹👀𝐇𝐇 𝐯𝐬 𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐎𝟑 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬👀🌹 [ 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 ]
+ type: crap post + note: tryin to make a variety of content so it doesn't get boring! wait,..................... am i boring? + previous: click
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p/s: yeah im going insane dont mind me.
eat, sleep and stay hydrated <333
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