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he’s straight passing masc TO YOU. i can smell his omega pheromones
someone reblogged this post from me and tagged it as husk and unfortunately for everyone i am not immune to drawing pathetic men dishevelled on the ground
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Well, hello!
Continuing with this: https://www.tumblr.com/onesidedradiostatic/751373203327320064/iirc-the-deal-husk-made-with-alastor-was-that-he?source=share
I think that in the series they establish that the power of an Overlord is associated with the number of souls it has.
As I understand it, Husk won many souls, possibly through gambling, and also lost them, getting into debt. I think there is a theory that, considering they are from the same era (the 70s) Husk indirectly helped Valentino rise in his Overlord status, since he possibly lost some souls to him.
I think when he refers to "maintaining his power" he must be referring to his casino, where Alastor got him from to make him join the hotel. Basically, in exchange for his soul, Alastor allows Husk to keep his property and do whatever he wants, but Husk must always be available if Alastor calls him, no matter how long his mission takes. Not to mention that, from what we saw in chapters 4 and 8 (and a mention in chapter 3) Husk is still quite powerful, or at least quite skilled in combat.
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okay sorry I need to get to the fucking husk's power asks before the husk val powerscaling poll is over LMAO
yeah maybe to all of this but like my point is that husk still lost power even if he saved some, so he doesn't have the same power level as a current overlord. therefore husk is still #WASHED against val I'm sorry, don't let bias go against facts and logic, val would win
hazbin powerscaling is very extremely super serious I swear
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Husk cleans the babies just like the mama cat he is
BUT THAT'S NOT ALL NO NO
Whenever someone walks in on him cleaning one of the babies, he angrily covers them with his wings because they're technically 'bathing' and that's rude ALASTOR
You are SO RIGHT
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Rewatching Masquerade is so wild because Husk is such a character. Angel had this entire mental breakdown right in front of him about hating his life. And Husk.
HUSK?
Husk breaks out into literal song. He drops a piece of lore that only ALASTOR knows about in that hotel to show Angel that he isn’t alone in his suffering. He offers his hand for Angel to take, but he doesn’t force him. He doesn’t force Angel to do anything, leads him through a small outburst of a dorky dance. Angel had two left feet, but Husk doesn’t care. He literally petnames the fuck out of Angel, he does an entire dance with him and then proceeds to try and protect his buddy from the loan sharks just to ACTUALLY end up giving the goo-goo eyes by the end of the episode. He literally compliments Angel and gives the ENTIRE show off. The smiles and grins, the GENUINE look in his eyes. Ending the episode off with their usual drink.
I literally love Husk. I’m so deadass. He’s a piece of shit, but he’s not unaware of that. He’s a deadbeat alcoholic, but he CARES.
I’ll never understand people who think Husk is a bad character. Arguably, he has more characterization than Angel and Vaggie. He’s just so laid back that nobody cares to give it a thought. But I do. And I love my drunk-ass cat 😭
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Husk: Al you should totally edge me
Alastor: Ok how's this! *disappears for 7 years*
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Husk asks Alastor if he could lick/touch his ears too (and horns). Al enjoys it a little too much 🫣
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(PG 9 & 10) LAST TWO PAGES HAHAHA finally 💀 Anyways they’re so cute I’m gonna throw up. N finally I can work on some terrible idea I have for them 💕🫶🏼
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Watch them pull one over on everyone by confirming that Husk has the one-sided feelings for Alastor and not Vox. As much as I love the idea of radiosilence, I think it would be more tragic if Al was the first man Husk ever fell in love with and, well...we know how that turned out. That would also make huskerdust all the more important than it already is once it becomes canon.
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Oh, hi. Guess what I'm working on...
Alastor banishes the collar, draping his other hand over the Gambling Demon's throat to feel the soothing rumble directly from the source. He gives a brief moment of thought to doing so in public, both as a show of possession for those who continue to fail at getting the message that Husker is Off Limits and to feel the low purrs that are his alone to hear, to feel, to enjoy; then he allows his fingers to brush through the fur at his Husker's neck as his thoughts drift.
A soft laugh draws his attention back. "Hmm?"
"Just thinking," Husker replies, his words a soft rumble against the Radio Demon's hand. "Maybe we need to make the other Overlords and sinners think that we've got the other kind of contract in place…"
Alastor takes a moment to consider the possibility. While the fact remains that he had originally meant to destroy the Overlord of Gambling, he can't even fathom the idea of harming a single feather on Husker's body at this point. He can't even truly imagine the possibility of claiming the younger Overlord as a thrall, given the very real respect and affection he feels for the chimera. He's… happy with their existing contract, the one that allows for Alastor to be Husker's dominant and for the other to be his submissive, and that they can revisit it at any time to make alterations as may be needed for them to continue to be pleased with the arrangement.
He does not want to make it into a soul contract. Never.
"I won't make that sort of deal with you." He doesn't realize he had even thought the words until he's said them, and he refuses to be ashamed that they slipped out.
"Not asking you to, honey," Husker says, blinking slowly up at him.
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give and take, a kiss here and there
Notes: A not-quite-finished radiohusk fic that I'm sharing because it's kiss day. Has sort-of fluff.
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On those days when Alastor felt impulsive, he always asked Husk to tag along. Well, ‘ask’ was a generous way to put it, Husk already being dragged by the arm down the street towards his boss’s new fascination.
“Come now, Husker! A night out on the town will do you some good for your constant moping!”
“Why do you think I’m even moping in the first place?!”
It’s expected of Husk to follow wherever the Radio Demon goes—tonight, it’s to some storefront that resembles a speakeasy, in a part of town where Sinners refuse to move on from their date of death. Abominations in clean-pressed suits and thigh-short dresses, in fedora hats and flappers. Otherworldly monsters guffawed their multiple mouths as they gulped down alcohol, all given from straight from the bar tap and its bartender, who used his curved and sharp appendages to feed waiting souls.
Odd that Alastor had taken Husk to a place he would actually like, and not another awful shindig in Cannibal Town again. He wouldn’t complain, already ordering a gin, straight up, and keeping his wings tucked in as both him and Alastor sat on the stools before the bar.
There was live music playing somewhere behind them, on the piano, and the air was filled with noise, smoke, and more drink. It stimulated Husk to a certain point, feeling lighter in his chest as he finished his glass and asked for another. Only a spare glance to his boss who was also downing his drink, chatting it up with the bartender who was very clearly, very not enjoying this part of his job right now.
In fact, he and Alastor were the only ones seated at the bar counter, everyone else at their tables in the room, or further pressed along the walls, gaining as much distance as they could. Yeah, no one wanted to be anywhere close to the Radio Demon—and the only ones who were had no other say in the matter.
Whatever. Meant less annoying drunk assholes to bother him.
And in that odd compromise, he found ways to enjoy his time here, namely in the always filling glass before him. The alcohol went down his throat smooth and warm, making his head buzz. But just as the good part of being drunk was finally setting in, he felt a tapping on his shoulder.
Hard. Urgent. Annoying. He groaned, turning to his right. “What?”
Somehow, he’d forgotten Alastor was still right next to him. The guy had gone quiet when just before he had been droning on and on to a scared employee.
But he was chuckling, his cheek resting against a hand, while the other now tapped multiple fingers over Husk’s shoulder.
Even now, with his vision slightly off-balance, Husk could tell the signs of another fellow drunkard. How much did he even have?
Alastor, with his constant smile, his fuzzy laughter that made Husk’s fur stand, gave him a few more taps before taking his hand away—and to point at his own face.
Husk stared. Huh? He watched that red claw tap gently against Alastor’s cheek, just below his monocle, the smile never letting up.
“Husker,” Alastor said, dragging out his name with a lowered voice. “Give me a kiss.”
Much of that pleasant buzz from before was rapidly fading fast. Husk narrowed his eyes. “You’re kidding me.”
His response was another soft wave of laughter from whatever synthetic voice filter he had on. Still, Alastor gazed at Husk with a certain light in his eyes. “I’m only asking for a small kiss, right on the cheek!” He cemented his statement with a wink. “Or is kitty still too grumpy?”
Husk growled, claws scraping against his glass. “No. Just, we’re not—” He glanced around the speakeasy, demons enjoying their good time, one dropping their glass right on the floor, another their wallet full of cash as others dove straight for it. “We’re in public.”
“Ooo.” Alastor gave another little chuckle. “A shy kitty, then.”
If there was something that Alastor was much too good at, it was getting right under Husk’s own fur and skin. Husk had lost count of the number of times he’d feel his face flush from Alastor’s comments, or how frustrated he’d get that he could barely form a counter back at the other demon.
“Stupid dickhead,” he finally said, and inwardly winced.
“Haha! You’re just adorable!” Alastor said much too loudly, once again laughing, showing off all of his sharp teeth. But just as quickly as he laughed, it faded away, the demon taking some breaths as he continued to stare at Husk.
Husk tried to ignore it, taking another swig of his drink. A kiss on the cheek. How ridiculous.
It was also just, so oddly childish, so oddly tame, in its own way.
He felt Alastor continue to watch him, waiting for his stupid, silly request turn vicious, but it simply hung in the air between them. The noise in the speakeasy continued to thrum around them, and his own head felt loose, as if it would fall off at any moment.
“Just a kiss, huh?” Husk asked.
Alastor didn’t answer, but tapped against his cheek once more. He looked almost hungry.
Husk sighed, pushing away his glass. “Fine. C’mere.”
But even after saying that, Alastor stayed in place, hands now steepled beneath his chin. An ear tuft might have flicked, though it could have just been a trick of the eyes, a result of all the booze Husk already drank.
He looked to his boss, got his bearings. Then, he leaned up to press a tight-lipped kiss against Alastor’s cheek, shutting his eyes as he did so. In reality, it was more like a nudge of his mouth and nose, one that pushed into Alastor very slightly. He had to shift on his stool to do so, hearing the swivel of the cushion, and feeling a little irritated that Alastor didn’t even bother meeting him halfway.
But Husk might have been more drunk than he realized, because his nose slightly moved Alastor’s monocle askew, just a bit. And he pushed into Alastor a little too much, enough that he had to place a hand on the bar counter to keep himself steady.
Then he made the mistake of opening his eyes.
Alastor’s head was lower, fully resting on his hands. His expression looked peaceful almost, with his eyes shut, and his smile…normal looking. There was no display of sharp teeth, no wide manic grin. It was a smile that was filled with content, his mouth closed and his teeth hidden.
Alastor looked relaxed.
Husk lingered. He looked at Alastor, his mind trying to make sense of the sight before him.
Alastor suddenly seemed very cute.
“Oh…”
And yet, when he voiced that surprise out loud, that sudden discovery, that knowledge of something pleasant that might have existed, Alastor would change it.
Eyes opened, bright red. His grin manifested, and even the faint static hummed around them like some broken-down machinery.
And Alastor leaned forward then, finally, just to take Husk’s hand in his own, fingers intertwining. He looked down at Husk, straightening in his seat.
Husk blinked. He would have backed off, but a hand was now suddenly placed against his thigh. Warm, but tight.
Alastor laughed again, softer, and still very, very drunk. He leaned towards Husk with a slightly-open mouth, then started to give a lick. A tongue roved over teeth and lips. He did it slowly. Languidly.
Like he was some fucking cat.
“The fuck you doing?” Husk hissed out, hand still in Alastor’s grip. His tail flicked at the nearness and Alastor’s static-y voice right at his ear.
“Oh? I’m just also giving you a kiss.” Alastor tilted his head, nudging against him. “Returning the favor.”
Husk growled deeply in his throat, vivid flashes of biting Alastor’s throat playing in his head. Until—
“Hey! Get a room if you sexual deviants are gonna be fucking at my bar!”
The noise in the room noticeably lowered then. Another glass shattered. The piano interrupted itself in mid-song, messing up the notes. Oh, Husk knew how Alastor hated a good song being ruined.
His boss turned to the bartender with a sharp crick of his neck. A tint of fiery red leaked from Alastor’s eyes, and writhing shapes from his antlers curled around above them both. “I’m sorry? Did you actually say something to me?”
The bartender, a weird bug-eyed demon with several skittering arms to match, tried to back away. Multiple bottles from the back shelves crashed to the floor from the bartender’s motions, along with a slow, tremulous shaking.
Husk, who really, really didn’t feel like seeing someone die right now in front of his eyes, did the first thing that came to mind. Which, if he was sober, would have probably not have been his first choice.
He leaned up to kiss Alastor on the cheek again. This time, it was more of a kiss, lips pressed against the cheek. And then, to return the favor, a small lick over the skin.
The terrible static storm seemed to fade out immediately. Alastor turned to Husk with widened eyes, still with his grin—and then, once again, devolved into soft, drunken laughter.
“Husker, you silly kitty!” The Radio Demon leaned against him again, still holding tight to his hand, and then nuzzled at Husk’s neck. His laughter was like bits of static electricity against Husk’s fur.
“Yep, that’s me…Your silly kitty.” He sighed. Indignity was easier to swallow when one had a few gins in them.
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