[demondrank]

DEMONDRANK: a independent, selective, private, mutuals - only HUSK from v*vziepop's HAZBIN HOTEL. not affiliated w/ creator. personals & minors dni // dead dove ; do not eat. as told by kay ( she / her )

A STUDY IN ; blood - stained cards, whiskey stained teeth, the gambler's promise, heavy eyes / quiet lies, regret of choices made, holding the ones you love close, protection and being the protector, && the loss of it all.

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[demondrank]

do I have muse again? maybe maybe

[demondrank]

ill do replies today. muse starting to knock on my door again. hope yall don’t mind if replies are a month late LOL

[demondrank]

wowee I haven’t been here in a sec, but I will soon. next few days perhaps

[demondrank]

ill be back here this weekend yall, life and work got crazy lol

[demondrank]

like for a christmas/sinsmas gift from husk!

[raesource]

kissy kissy prompts

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the prompts are being sent for . you can add + reverse to swap roles . a couple of these are considered usfw / nsfw .

🫣 Kiss the receiver for the very first time.

🥀 Kiss the receiver as if it is for the very last time.

😡 Kiss the receiver during a heated argument.

🧱 Pin the receiver against the wall while kissing them.

🫦 Bite the receiver's lower lip before kissing them fiercely.

😭 Kiss away the receiver's tears from their cheeks.

😴 Wake the receiver up with kisses all over their face.

🔥 Kiss the receiver while snuggled up by a fireplace / campfire.

👔 Pull the receiver in for a kiss by their collar / tie / belt.

🛏️ Push the receiver onto the bed and pounce them with kisses.

💋 Gently kiss one of the receiver's scars / wounds.

🌃 Kiss the receiver while quietly stargazing.

😱 Kiss the receiver to shock them out of an anxiety / panic attack.

🥂 Press a kiss on the receiver's lips / cheek while a little tipsy.

🎭 Kiss the receiver while on a pretend date (for a mission / wedding etc.).

🌿 Kiss the receiver while standing under some mistletoe.

😈 Kiss the receiver on / near one of their private parts.

💦 Kiss the receiver while they slowly come down from their release.

💄 Leave lipstick marks on the receiver's face / neck / body.

🧛 Leave a trail of bite marks along the receiver's neck / body.

[aedearly]

✎ . . . 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑴𝑬 𝑨 𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑹.

₊˚⊹ a collection of loose poem verses, quotes or lyrics from various books and chansons. most were written originally in portuguese or french, and were translated to english by me. some are extracted from personal poems, as well! they all have some type of religious reference/motif. writing/roleplaying prompts. from fluff to angst and suggestive! feel free to edit as you see fit.

❝ i never felt more alive than when you called me your angel. ❞ ❝ saints above help me… don’t look at me like that. ❞ ❝ admit it, you’d have taken a bite out of eden, too. ❞ ❝ what are you waiting for? pray. ❞ ❝ confess. repent. repeat. ❞ ❝ for you? i will be any believer you want me to be. ❞ ❝ run away with me, where no gods can find us. ❞ ❝ i begged for a miracle. instead, i got you. ❞ ❝ you smell like the devil. ❞ ❝ where is your faith now? ❞ ❝ call me a sinner. ❞ ❝ the way you call my name sounds like heresy. ❞ ❝ in your gaze, i find my prayers answered. ❞ ❝ your lips are scriptures i long to memorise. ❞ ❝ even silence feels sanctified like this. ❞ ❝ when you embraced me, i felt like i was cradled by divinity. ❞ ❝ i do not wish for the stars to hear us now. ❞ ❝ meet me at our shared altar, where our ghosts can dance. ❞ ❝ kiss my hand. make me feel holy. ❞ ❝ your love feels like a fallen angel’s curse. ❞ ❝ please, can’t you be my sanctuary tonight? ❞ ❝ should i kneel and beg you to look at me again? as if you’re a saint? ❞ ❝ worship does not come cheap. ❞ ❝ must i pay for my sins? cry for forgiveness? ❞ ❝ hate me, blame me, crucify me; just please don’t walk away. ❞ ❝ i do not know how else to love you if not like a sinner. ❞ ❝ you were my redemption; now you are my ruin. ❞ ❝ the weight of your absence is my penance to bear. ❞ ❝ i built cathedrals of dreams, and you razed them to dust. ❞ ❝ you’re a hymn that haunts my mind at midnight. ❞ ❝ you left me bleeding for you, devoted—abandoned. ❞ ❝ i prayed to forget you, but even the heavens refused. ❞ ❝ do not tempt me with your promises. ❞ ❝ hellfire has nothing to your touch. ❞

[fatemastered]

Asmodeus smiles. "Husker it is, then," he says with amusement. This demon is adorable; he hasn't had such instant entertainment in a while, and Asmodeus is, before anything else, a flirt. Proudly so.

"Yeah? And what about this makes you think you've got one of those? Or two, if you're hoping to touch all this."

[demondrank]

"i've got a way with makin' things work out in my FAVOR. not a stranger to a good little gamble," he maintains a sly smile, expression only reading pure flirtation. he hasn't had this much ACTION in a while ( unfortunately ), so he's trying to work out the gears from their RUST.

"and i think i know my odds on this one. you're not exactly showin' off a POKER FACE." he's only teasing, a flirtatious jest to keep the momentum going.

[memesgaloor]

How am I doing with my character?

Send in your constructive criticism, your tips, your unfiltered opinion! Words of love, words of critique, so long as it’s not blind hatred!

[prnkill]

❛ ―― well if i'm so annoying, then leave. ❜ you seem to have touched a nerve. valentino's voice lowers, the playful way he normally speaks abandoned for a tense tone.

it's the way he survived: [ make yourself as fuckable as possible, or else. ] old habits die hard― valentino cloaks himself in desire, disguising insecurities with bravado. ❛ ... you're a fuckin' prick, husker. ❜

[demondrank]

"tell me somethin' i don't know, pretty boy." his eyes maintain a narrow position as he grumbles harsher words under his breath, eyes rolling as the cat shifts position as if he were about to depart the conversation.

"i think you need t' check your own damn self before you go spewing names and bullshit about how people hurt your little FEELINGS."

[demondrank]

@hazb1nz pulled the ace of hearts for a drunk, flirty husk!

"s' shame that i can't fuckin' STAND your ass, otherwise..." drunken giggles consumed the barcat, palms covering eyes as elbows rested on the countertop. he allows his fingers to part slightly, eyes slit and focused on the radio - demon in front of his visage.

"you'd actually be right up my alley." another giggle, palms retracting from face for arms to cross half - heartedly on the countertop. the gryphon rests his head on his forearm to stare up at the radio - demon who stands before him.

"pretty boy." a purr of deviance escapes his lips.

[demondrank]

#DEMONDRANK ; the only thing a GAMBLER needs, is a SUITCASE and a trunk. && the only time he's SATISFIED is when he's on a D R U N K !!

independent, highly selective, HUSK from HAZBIN HOTEL. not affiliated w/ creator. 18+, moderate activity ( in evenings ), canon compliant w/ headcanon infleunce. as gambled by KAY.

[fatemastered]

Asmodeus practically purrs as he looks down at Husk. People come up to him bold as brass plenty of times, but something about this particular introduction-- well, it's charming. And a little bit funny.

"You're a bold one," he chuckles, brow raising. "Confidence of a gambler who knows he's got a winning hand. What's your name, whiskers?"

[demondrank]

husk can't help but feel his cheeks flush at the reciprocation of the advance. but he shouldn't be surprised, given the nature of the being in front of him. the cat felt himself hiccup, body attempting to push down the urge to present the liquor he had long since swallowed. he'd become a trained pro at this game, though, so he knew he could manage.

"the name's husker. but a handsome thing like yourself can call me whatever you'd like to, baby." he leaned forward some, eyes dilating to slits, sharp teeth poking through as he gave a smile.

"n' i know all about a winning hand." his tail flicks once more, eyes scanning the flames that engulfed the embodiment of desire.

[aracniss]

arackniss  can’t  help  it  ;  he  laughs,  boisterously,  at  the  pretty  kitty’s  enthusiasm.  maybe  if  his  day  had  gone  a  little  smoother  he’d  have  shared  that  degree  of  disdain,  but  for  now,  the  fight  had  been  ripped  out  of  him  -  the  most  he  could  do  is  imagine  a  life  with  his  father’s  grip  loosened,  never  eliminated  altogether.

his  laugher  peters  off  into  something  a  bit  more  mournful  than  he’d  like,  stirring  his  cherry  around  his  glass  like  a  child  dragging  reluctant  feet.  after  a  few  moments,  he  popped  it  into  his  mouth  as  well,  tongue  stalled  by  sloppy  attempts  to  tie  the  stem.  anything  to  give  him  more  time  to  think.

another  swig.  another  pause.  arackniss  plucked  the  knot  from  his  mouth  and  added  it  to  the  growing  collection  on  the  napkin  beside  him. ❝  s’just  shit  work,  ❞  he  sighs,  massaging  between  his  eyes  with  tired  fingers,  ❝  y’know  ?  no  breaks,  no  holidays,  compensation  is  shit,  boss  is  shit,  it’s  just  -  ❞  he  cut  himself  off  with  a  shake  of  his  head,  nursing  his  drink  with  a  newfound  grimace.  ❝  …  just  ain’t  worth  getting  up  for  in  a  day.  ❞

[demondrank]

husk can't help but watch the rising pile of cherry stems accumulate next to the spider, making a quiet mental note of the clear level of SKILL the other possessed. an ear twitch occurred, and eyes darted from the pile back to the other as he began speaking once more.

he was dimly reminded of his own feelings regarding his situation, discounting the idea of time off and holidays as something unique to the other. he couldn't personally understand that aspect ----- his form of WORK was more of a consistent song and dance, one that he didn't get to pull the strings to. or even pick the music.

husker took a swig of his own glass before tapping on his coaster, signifying to the bartender for ANOTHER ROUND. by the sound of it, this conversation would likely be easier with a few more drinks inhabiting his liver, and his consciousness.

"different kind of WORK, but yeah, i get it." the bartender drops off his drink, and husk takes a sip, allowing his throat to burn like fire as the liquor paints his insides.

"but being able to get up the next day is a blessing and a curse, least for me. blessing in the sense that the fucker pullin' my strings doesn't snap and finally off me. and shit, the curse? same fuckin' thing." he shakes his own head a bit before tossing back the rest of his drink, pulling his right thumb and middle finger up to pinch the bridge of his nose as he places the glass back on the coaster. he releases his bridge.

"it'd be easier, i think." he plucks one of the knotted cherry stems from the pile, lifting it to be parallel with his field of vision, twirling it around his fingertips to inspect it.

"being TIED to somethin' in this place is the biggest curse of 'em all, though. whether it be some bullshit job that never ends, or another person. a fuckin' scam that we die only to do this shit all over again. just forever, and worse." he allows himself to get lost for a moment in the knot, brain symbolizing it as a metaphor for both of their own situations. he drops it back down on the bar.

"sorry. you probably don't want to hear me preachin' to the choir. what's stoppin' you from getting out of that joint, kid? soul tied to it, or just nothin' better to do?"

[demondrank]

@aracniss pulled the ace of hearts for a drunk, flirty husk!

husker's eyes stayed fixated on the spider demon as he spoke, mouth tugging into a smirk as he listened to him talk about god - knows - what. well, he wasn't really LISTENING, just feigning so. his liquor had come over him, and the only thing he could think about was what arackniss's lips would feel like on his, should he have the opportunity.

"y'should let me buy you a drink.." he stumbles, eyes scanning the other up and down for a brief moment before reinforcing his smirk. "see where it takes us."

[radiokast1]

open. we just jump in and see where it goes.

He's leaning in, just enough so a soft growl left the radio demon's lips, right next to their ear. "You're mine, you belong to me."

[demondrank]

the chill of the whisper alone was enough to make the hair on the back of his neck raise, feathers on his wings and tail FANNING in a defensive response. his breath hitches before he allows his palm to press firmly against the chest of the other, shoving himself back, wings capturing the gust to create the illusion of distance between the two.

"you don't have to remind me, especially not like THAT." he feels his body lowering, feet touching the ground before he speaks once more.

"i've been stuck with your fuckin' ass for YEARS. reminding me only strokes your fuckin' ego at this point."