HIT ME.

'cause every hand's a winner & every hand's a loser; & the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep.

[52assistants]

HEAD LIKE A COCKTAIL SHAKER, LIVING IN A HOUSE LIKE AN OLD BODEGA—

an independent, private ( mutuals only ), & selective rp blog for husk from vivziepop's hazbin hotel. not fully canon-compliant, slightly headcanon-based, but staying true to the character as presented in the show. bet on by bear ( 27 / she/him / est. ) please be 18+ ( ideally 21+ ) to interact.

will contain some difficult, potentially triggering content. a study in: surviving through cowardice & escapism; a born entertainer turned everyone's audience; king midas having lost his golden touch.

all icons credit to: @shokwav.

GOT THE EYES LOOKING IN MY FAVOUR, STARING AT THE BOTTOM OF A BOILERMAKER.

[poisonedspider]

"No, no, it ain't fine, ah' fuckin' hate it when men don't ask me, and just take what they want, and - " It was incredibly unlike him to get so flustered about kissing another guy, especially something that was as prude as the kisses his nonna would would give on the cheeks of him and his siblings. But him and Husk had been coming so far, and he knew that Husk understood (to a degree) what he was going through and that consent was something Angel was really trying to understand.

The only reason he had shut up over that embarrassingly stumbled apology was when he heard Husk's single word of 'c'mere.' It left him curious, considering it wasn't like he had gone anywhere. Still perched at the bar, drink still ignored. Before he could be a complete smartass, however, the man was reaching forward like he was, Angel feeling his heart pounding in his chest behind all the damn fluff.

His own eyes widened as their lips brushed against one another's, trying to think of how he was supposed to process that. Men kissed him all the time, much more raunchier than that, but it didn't...break his brain. Blinking for a few moments, before shaking his head a bit, narrowing his eyes. "Yeh' tellin' me yeh' just kissed me back so that we can be square?" Voice cracking a bit, not in anger or annoyance or anything like that, but simply...emotions. Emotions were hard.

"Yeh' can't just...pull that...that suave...th' fuck was that, Whiskas?!" Not just because of the kiss, but because of the absolutely romantic way that Husk had gone about it. "Yeh' gonna make a guy fall in love wit' yeh' if yeh' keep pullin' stunts like that."

[52assistants]

it had seemed like a perfectly reasonable response, in the moment.

husk hadn't been going for cute, or suave, or anything to endear himself more to angel — he knew he was already in the guy's good books, otherwise he wouldn't have kissed him like that. he'd been going for... gentlemanly, if anything. just a nice gesture, to reassure that whatever was going on between them, it was still on the level. but of course, things never went the way husk planned them. angel's reaction made the red-hot embarrassment creep in, delayed, making his fur bristle as he averted his eyes.

❝ well— yeah! ❞ he defended himself, taking his turn to be flustered. emotions were hard. husk thought he had sworn off feeling them long ago, instead sustaining himself on the bottle that promised an easy remedy. but since he'd gotten more comfortable at the hotel, he'd been relying on the drink less. numbing himself less, & allowing himself to feel more. ❝ what was i supposed to do, be ungrateful? ❞

he sighed, gruffly, plunking both elbows back down on the bar — but not out of anger, or annoyance. in fact, husk looked almost pleased, even if he still wasn't making eye contact. ❝ ... wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, to fall in love with a guy like me. would it? ❞ he mused, softly. he didn't want to call it love — both for angel's sake & his own. if genuine emotions were hard, genuine love felt impossible. but showing a little vulnerability, a little care, that he could do. ❝ you don't have to answer that. a li'l kiss ain't worth getting hung up over. but for what it's worth — it was sweet of you. ❞

[daweyt]

— Frank Bidart, from “Half-light: Collected Poems 1965-2016; ‘The Third Hour of the Night’", published c. 2017.

[recordmemes]

༘⋆｡ where it hurts starters.

caretaker.

i'll  stay  until  you  fall  asleep.

you're  not  a  burden.  not  to  me.

you  don't  have  to  act  tough  with  me.

let  me  help.

if  you  need  to  cry,  i'll  look  the  other  way.

you  don't  have  to  talk.

let  me  handle  it,  just  for  a  minute.

rest,  i'll  watch  over  you.

i  don't  care  if  you  think  you're  fine.  i'm  staying.

deep  breaths.

just  lean  on  me.

you're  safe  now,  okay?  just  breathe.

i  know  it  hurts.  i'll  sit  here  as  long  as  it  takes.

i'm  not  leaving  until  i  know  you're  okay.

you  don't  need  to  hide.

let  me  take  care  of  you  this  time.

shh.  i'm  right  here.

you  don't  have  to  put  on  a  smile  for  me.

i  don't  think  less  of  you.

i'll  be  here  when  you  wake  up.

you're  allowed  to  lean  on  me.  that's  what  i'm  here  for.

you  don't  have  to  be  okay.

scoot  over,  i'm  not  letting  you  sleep  alone.

your  hair's  a  mess.  let  me  brush  it.

don't  apologize.

cared  for.

i'm  tired,  that's  all.

please  don't  go.

i  don't  know  what  i  need.

you  didn't  need  to  come.

you  shouldn't  have  to  see  me  like  this.

i  hate  feeling  like  this.

i  was  trying  to  push  through.  i  think  i  made  it  worse.

this  is  so  embarrassing.

can  you  just...  stay  a  little  longer?

i  didn't  think  anyone  would  notice...

i'm  not  safe  in  my  own  head  right  now.

why  are  you  being  so  gentle  with  me?

i  don't  want  you  to  fix  me.

today's  just...  one  of  the  harder  days.

i  didn't  know  i  needed  to  hear  that.

can  you  stay?  after  i  fall  asleep?

sorry.  i  didn't  mean  to  flinch.

i  don't  always  know  what's  going  to  help.

this  is  the  nicest  anyone’s  been  to  me  all  week.

i'm  sorry.  i  know  i'm  a  lot.

i  don't  even  know  why  i'm  crying...

i  think  i'm  broken.

you  didn't  have  to  do  all  this  for  me.

i  don't  want  to  be  a  burden.

i  didn't  think  anyone  would  stay.

[52assistants]

HOW DO YOU NEED TO BE TOUCHED?

gently.

you need to be held as though you're going to break. you need someone to trace your scars like cracks in a wall, crumbling. their touch is almost painful; you've been without it for too long, without someone to hold you. but, you cannot bring yourself to pull away.

[kakodaimones]

"I was talking about my ideal burger order when you decided you wanted to start shit over that. Don't start playing the high and mighty card like you've done anything other than try to antagonize me."

[52assistants]

❝ oh, i haven't been high or mighty in a long time — i'm just a simple bum, callin' it like i see it. & what i see is a guy who could use a little antagonizing now & then. maybe don't go around describing burgers like they're playboy models out loud, & people won't talk shit about it. ❞

[52assistants]

She's on the sidelines waving a comically large sheet of card that boldly declares

GO HUSK!!

TV MAN FOR BREAKFAST!! ( his man-parts are small )

❝ careful, niff — if that's the way he talks about his burger order, i don't even wanna know how he takes his breakfast. eggs spanked with a paddle, maybe? ❞

[kakodaimones]

"Don't you have a sandbox to pee in with that weird little spiny penis of yours? Or did you lose that when Alastor got you fixed?"

[52assistants]

❝ so you're so unsatisfied, you're resorting to speculating about what's in my pants. i bet you'd love to watch alastor cutting off my dick, you sadistic fuckin' freak.

... maybe jerk off to it with a cheeseburger, while you're at it. ❞

[kakodaimones]

"Aw, is someone grumpy that they've only been getting dry food?"

[52assistants]

❝ if wet food means a bacon cheeseburger that you've fuckin' jizzed on, i'll stick to the kibbles, thanks. can't be any drier than your bedroom, if this is the kinda shit you're fantasizin' about. ❞

[kakodaimones]

"80/20 Ground Beef, cooked medium well... with American cheese, the way a burger's meant to be... bacon, crispy... caramelized onions... all on a potato bun... you know what, also put an egg on it and let the yolk be runny... serve with some crinkle cut fries... and then mix some ketchup and mayo together for the sauce... with a fountain coke...."

[52assistants]

❝ jesus christ. i like a good burger as much as the next guy, but just stick your dick in the damn thing & be done with it. ❞

[52assistants]

// it's been pointed out a hundred times already, but yes: husk doing blow jobs is definitely canon on this blog.

[sacredsinners]

@52assistants replied to your post “Angel Dust has appeared! What to do? Play dead Ask...”:

ask on a date. doesn't even have to be serious, just a nice night on the town.

​"Ooh, there's this new joint that jus' opened up in the downtown part of the city. I hear it's got great burgers n' other diner food. Ya game?"

[52assistants]

❝ shit, really? ❞ husk doesn't really keep up with new joints. he's a cat set in his ways — circling around his favourite old haunts, the ones too nostalgic to ever shut down. but who is he, to say no to a good old burger & fries? ❝ that would hit the spot, actually. long as it's not some overpriced hipster bullshit. ❞

[52assistants]

"Ya know, I hooked up with a magician once. Not a bad lay. Only thing was, I kept thinkin' he was was gonna pull a string a' handkerchiefs outta my tits or somethin'. Or, like, cuff me up an' then magic me outta them. Most he did was make his dick disappear, heh. You know where~"

❝ what— in his hat? ❞

angel isn't the only one who can tease. husk snorts, before reclining with an idle scratch at his chin. ❝ honestly? good on him. guys who try to show you their act in bed are usually just compensating. makin' up for the fact that that's the only way they can perform. take it from a professional. ❞

he jerks a thumb at himself, & chuckles almost wistfully — his performing days are long gone, but he's clearly thinking of more than one colleague who fit that exact description. ❝ ... don't tell me you wanted him to pull handkerchiefs outta your tits. you know they always draw out that trick for as long as they can get away with, right? ❞ to say nothing of how long most of those types spend playing with their balls.

[52assistants]

@poisonedspider. / cont'd.

any signs he was putting out were not on purpose. it had never been his intention to develop feelings for angel dust — hell, at the very start, he hadn't even really wanted to be friends with the guy. but that had changed fast, & now, a year or so later... here they were. huddled over the bar, chatting & laughing & enjoying each other's company like it was second nature.

but those other kinds of feelings weren't for a sinner like him. he'd long sworn off 'real' love, in favour of the hollow substitute he could readily find at the bottom of a whiskey bottle — & angel, out of everyone, deserved better than a lousy bum like that. so, he kept it to himself. like he kept most things to himself. hedged his bets, played it safe, provided the friendship & support & care that angel did deserve without venturing further. as long as he was someone the spider felt safe around, felt like he didn't have to pretend around, that would be enough for husk.

as it turned out, angel felt very safe around him indeed.

❝ mh—? ❞ it was a little noise of surprise only, not shock or disgust, when angel leaned over the bar & pressed the sweetest little kiss to his lips. it was caught up in the moment, certainly, but just as casual & genuine as the two of them had found they could be around each other. husk had to take a moment to process it, a flush rising to his cheeks as he touched his clawtips to his lips — before hurriedly, reassuringly waving off angel's apologies.

❝ no, no no, angel, you're— you're fine. that was just... sudden, is all. ❞ that only made it sweeter — that when it came to him, angel dust was worried about coming on too strong. husk leaned against the bar again, as if to show through body language that the moment hadn't been ruined in the slightest, while briefly scanning angel's face. his stunned expression slowly settled into a gentle grin. ❝ c'mere. ❞

leading with a paw, reached out to brush his knuckles up underneath angel's chin, he leaned further forward to give angel a kiss in return. just as short & chaste, nothing heated or expectant for the gesture to go any further. not yet, at least. ❝ there, ❞ husk said as he pulled back, with a little nod. ❝ now we're square. alright? ❞

it wasn't dramatic. angel didn't have to worry about ruining the friendship — nor did they have to rush into anything beyond a friendship. all it meant was that if a kiss every now & then was something angel wanted... husk certainly wasn't opposed.

[deannamb]

Kitty 🐱

[52assistants]

Nefarious giggling precedes her [as it often did]. Niffty was on the hunt-- and had been stalking a bug for the past hour around the hotel. Why she hadn't killed it prior to it reaching the bar was anyone's guess.

Nor could a soul likely fathom why she waited for it to crawl on the counter before leaping at the poor thing and impaling it with a sewing needle. She then proceeded to munch on it-- like it was a shish kebab.

niffty was always either alarmingly silent, or the easiest thing in hell to hear coming — one of husk's ears flicked idly, as she was apparently deciding to be the latter today. despite heralding herself with those manic giggles — & he could tell she was on pest control, from the way the noise kept zigzagging around — husk wasn't quite quick enough to stop niffty from getting up to mischief on his bartop.

as if he didn't get enough of that from a certain spider already.

he stared down at her, munching away on her afternoon snack, with a familiar sort of disgruntlement. ❝ you know that's not hygienic, niff, ❞ husk finally grumbled — & it was a statement, not a question. niffty could be... scattered, but ignorant she was not. ❝ we're gonna start losing more guests than we already have, if you go around gettin' roach juice in their cocktails. ❞

[killjoysnoisemoved]

🪡   ⸻⠀⠀"REALLY?"  It's  asked  with  a  gasp,  black  hands  cupping  her  cheeks  as  if  he's  just  proposed  to  her  with  the  underworld's  most  shiny  diamond  ring  in  hand.  "You'd  do  that  for  me?  Just  like  that?" 

Her  grin  takes  on  that  familiar  PERVERTED  edge  as  she  leans  closer—far  too  close—  to  him,  a  sharp  claw  tracing  the  fur  of  his  chest. 

                                "No  strings  attached…? Eh-heh-heh…"

[52assistants]

❝ let's— not get too excited. ❞ briskly, one paw comes up to snag niffty by the back of her collar, hoisting her up & away from being quite so up in his face. not with a stiff arm — just enough. husk doesn't even know what could be horny about tossing somebody out of a window, but he's given up on trying to predict niffty's sharp mood switches. ❝ but, sure. call it a gift from me to you. ❞

they've worked together for a long time now, after all, a couple of decades spent side by side under the radio demon's employ. husk can't even pretend that he hasn't developed a gruff sort of fondness for the little weirdo. ❝ ... you're really havin' a good time around here, huh? ❞ not that he isn't— but neither of them really had much say in the matter, at the start.