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HEY THERE , YOU GUYS AND GALS ! GIVE THIS LITTLE PROMO A REBLOG IF YOU’D LIKE TO INTERACT WITH NIFFTY FROM VIVZIEPOP’S ‘HAZBIN HOTEl’ !!

▷ PERSONALS DO NOT INTERACT◁

#` promo

sewiisms

` Damn. Alright. But hear me out, what if I just put it all in the closet or push it under a bed? That make you happy? `

Her one eye twitched with frustration as her patience for this grumpy, messy man was slowly slipping away.

‘ N — No … that doesn’t count . You have to put it IN the garbage can , which is FIVE FUCKING FEET away from you . Why put in the extra effort to HIDE your trash when it’s easier to throw it away yourself ? ’

@catstigate

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❝ Because. Ya’ pygmy pincushion. I spend all day babysitting boozers, why would I clean up after myself when we’ve got a housekeeper t’do it. M’ too old fe’r that. ❞

Husk seemed collected as ever, keen to tease the miniature Miss. Just as well, he could practically taste the steeping irritation wafting off of her. Large ears lifted, punctuating his amusement.

#╳ 𝕺𝖉𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝕸𝖗. 𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊 ━ ❝ IC ❞ ♥#` howdy neighbor #` You're the first NIFTY I've ever spoken to

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@catstigate c o n t’d from here (x):

… Cue a soft huff at the other taking the lead despite him being the one to initiate their encounter, arms crossing in halfhearted pique. “ Why, can’t a fella just take a buddy for a walk without any ulterioooor motives ? ” It’s an annoyance that’s soon forgotten as, with one, two, three sudden long strides, the radio host passes him by, head turning to the side to grace him with a smug look. “ They claim chivalry is dead, but I’d argue it’s society that’s rotten- ” he crows, hand quick to turn the knob, “ -hah! … Let’s go! ” The tease is accentuated by a playful waggle of fingers as a door is opened with a harsh lurch of an arm.

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Alastor was an enigma, and frankly the bartender could scarcely tell if he was going to crab-ass or keep playing grab-ass. ❝ Fine. Pal. Let’s go for a summer night ‘stroll’.❞ He didn’t care to join the pissing contest and simply let the Wendigo pass, making no attempt to hurry after him.

E v e n t u a l l y Husk breached the threshold, not sparing the other so much as a glance as he pulled another stogie from the pocket of his overalls, free hand lifting, a claw pointed skyward when suddenly a flame danced at it’s tip. The Felidavian used it to light his cigar and the fire vanished as quickly as it had appeared. He inhaled, drawing the smoke into his lungs before passing it through sewn teeth.

❝ So. What’s got your pant’s on fire. Y’seemed pretty eager t’ talk. ❞

#╳ 𝕺𝖉𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝕸𝖗. 𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊 ━ ❝ IC ❞ ♥

brrvitunsaatana

eyeless.

#╳ 𝖔𝖍 𝖒𝖞 𝖜𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖞 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑 ━ ❝ AESTHETIC ❞ ♦

#hazbin hotel #husk #vivziepop #Alastor #The Greatest Showman

"La-la-la! How exciting! Do you reckon they're suspicious? --- Ah! I'm restless with... energy! Ahahaha! Let's go for a 'walk'!"

He took a final drag off of his cigar, eyes narrowing at the crimson creature before him. It was no secret that Alastor had a fat nerve, but this was just ballsy. ❝ Yeah. You’ve clearly got somethin’ stuck in y’er craw y’wanna spit at me. ❞ Two claws lifted to take the stub from between dark lips, flicking it off to the side as he started off toward the door. That feline physique turned back toward the Radio Demon, slender digits snapping impatiently. ❝ Lets go. ❞

#deervour #╳ 𝕺𝖉𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝕸𝖗. 𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊 ━ ❝ IC ❞ ♥

` B I O G R A P H Y

LIFE-

[ updating as I go ]

Born Otho Sly, he was a cigarette boy & barhop for the casino(s) he lived in as a child / early teenager on the Vegas Strip. He was keen at slight of hand, impressing strangers for coins on the street so that he could eat, or stealing to survive. An avid pick-pocket and shoplifter.

Later in life he was a pilot for the Second World War, this is where he gained proficiency with card tricks and developed more of an understanding of gambling. A bullet to the back while landed on SS soil earned him his discharge and kept him wheelchair bound for a little over a year, causing him to sink into the grip of addiction, gambling, alcoholism. Anything to fill the void and trauma that the battlefield left him with.

PTSD caused him to isolate himself from friends, those who survived the war or other, and marred his ability to work, along with his injury causing him chronic pain so Husk fell into debt which forced to seek employ with his loan shark to clear his debts, meaning that he had to shake down, sometimes even kill unfortunate souls who were in the same position as he was. The world is cruel and random.

Death a secret.

HELL-

[ updating as information is released ]

Power: Based on what he have seen of Husk, small glimpses he is shown beside Alastor among the powerful beings of Hell, as well as standing alone before a city on fire, flaming poker chips floating in his claws.

In my current cannon Husk possesses the abilities of flight, pyromancy, and certain forms of telekinesis.

` DISCLAIMER

This blog will be portraying Husk as a villain using the Happy Hotel as a guise or refuge until cannon proves otherwise.

#𝖔𝖔𝖈 ╳ ❝ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᶦᵍʰᵗˢ ᵒⁿ ᵉᵐᵖᵗʸ ˢᵒᵘˡˢ ❞ ❥

` R U L E S

patience please

#` construction #𝖔𝖔𝖈 ╳ ❝ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᶦᵍʰᵗˢ ᵒⁿ ᵉᵐᵖᵗʸ ˢᵒᵘˡˢ ❞ ❥