You don't get it sun and moon dynamics are the most important ever to me. In existence. Y'all can have your red/blue and your rivals with ust or whatever but all i need is sun and moon and i go fucking feral
By @casinoroyal https://twitter.com/cansinoroyal/status/1613685421942403073?t=VUiT3H8wkotxJLWUKRqc7A&s=19 https://www.instagram.com/p/CnXQer0jy_6/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Casino Royale, il gruppo cult di Alioscia Bisceglia questa sera dal vivo a Livorno
Casino Royale, il gruppo cult di Alioscia Bisceglia questa sera dal vivo a Livorno
#casinoroyal #concerto #musica #Livorno
Livorno 6 agosto 2022
Dopo il successo del doppio show per Fog Triennale Milano, il gruppo cult di Alioscia Bisceglia torna dal vivo per l’estate 2022
A grande richiesta, i Casino Royale, insieme al Venaus Quintet e Marta del Grandi, porteranno finalmente in giro per l’Italia il loro speciale show Road To Polaris, ideato originariamente per FOG Triennale Milano lo scorso marzo. Il gruppo guidato…
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Characters: Charlie Magne, Husk, Vox, Angel Dust
Ship: Husk / Charlie
A/N: written for Hazbin & Helluva’s Rare Pair Month! prompt: AU. Set in mine and @hazbinmo-tel’s Anastasia AU. she did a piece to match this one, too; go check it out!
Summary: conman and princess get their wish and fairytale comes true.
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Charlie’s grip on his shoulder loosens as an Overlord approaches and asks her to dance. There’s a fleeting moment where she looks to him for reassurance, and all Husk can do is shrug and nod. She doesn’t need his permission to go, but it’s nice that she took the time to consider him.
So he watches as Vox leads her away and toward the dance floor. Part of him realizes that, had things not happened the way they had, dancing with Overlords and partaking in this lifestyle may not have been so outside of Charlie’s norm. Even though, to her knowledge and his, she’s never done this before, it suits her to be hand in hand with someone like Vox.
After he delivers her to her father, she will be able to do this as often as she pleases. The thought weighs heavy in his chest, and he sighs as he lifts his champagne glass toward himself.
Maybe it’s the way the light hits the drink, but he finds himself peering through it, watching Charlie through the bubbles. She’s smiling and laughing as she’s twirled and dipped and led across the floor.
She’ll be happy, he thinks, once she steps out of the life she’s been living and into the one she was born for.
“No more pretend,” Husk mumbles to himself, not even bothering to drink. He sets the glass down and sighs again, and this time it doesn’t go unnoticed.
From across the table, Angel frowns. “Hey,” he says, “it’s gonna be okay.”
Husk snorts, not bothering to meet his concerned gaze. “How do you figure?”
Angel’s never been very good with words, but he tries. “I mean - she gets t’go back home, and who knows! Maybe you can - ”
“She’ll be gone,” Husk affirms gruffly, lifting his gaze if only to scowl at Angel. “That’s the end of it. There ain’t no maybes; I know.”
Angel sighs quietly to himself, decidedly looking away from Husk and to the dancers.
“Don’t worry about it,” Husk mumbles, slumping back in his seat, watching as Charlie is passed from Vox to another demon. “This is the way it’s supposed to be, right? I get the money, she gets what’s left of her family back. We’re both gettin’ everything we wanted outta this deal.”
WHATS”???????? CASINOROYAL GOT HIS GOOPY GUY BACK???? HIS SPEICAL SLUGE???????? HIS DRIPPY DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CHARLIES COME BACK OH MY GODDDDDDD
Even when Charlie's leaning over the bar, beaming at him and goading, "come on, Husk! Just one little smile!" Her own falters for just a moment, and she laughs quietly. "It's not like, y'know. It's not like it's gonna kill you, or anything."
Her attempt at a joke, sadly, does not earn a smile. The bartender barely raises an eyebrow at her. A moment passes, and then he sighs and rolls his eyes, shaking his head as he turns his back to her, busying himself with cleaning a few glasses.
"I don't do love, and I don't smile," he assures her.
Charlie gives a little huff, and leans back so that her feet are properly on the floor again. She purses her lips while she thinks, leaning onto her elbows and setting her cheeks into her hands. She's nothing if not determined to make sure her newfound employees, and patron, enjoy themselves here.
Husk can see her reflection in the bottles in front of him, and even without the distortion, he'd be lying if he said the face she was now making wasn't cute.
Thankfully, he's a good liar, and she can't see him grinning to himself.