[hasteur]

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☽⛤☾ 𝙷𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚄𝚁 ⸻ an independent musing of ʜᴀꜱᴛᴜʀ , ᴅᴜᴋᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʟʟ , ᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡ , of neil gaiman && terry prachett's ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴏᴍᴇɴꜱ. semi - selective, low activity , mutuals only. est. 2018 , revamped 2023. writ by ʜᴀɴɴᴀʜ ( 23 , she/her or they/them ). ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻

ᴀɴ ᴇxᴇʀᴄɪꜱᴇ ɪɴ : parental neglect , the taste of your own spit , the infinite ecosystems within pond water , sulfer , ash , rubbing some dirt in it , arson for beginners , the first to love and the first to lose , taking the whole world with you , terrible first impressions , self - destruction , and unspeakable curses.

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[hasteur]

// I am sorry for my absence my dears !! I’ve been very tired / very into my OC’s lately - if you wanna keep up with them, they’re over @thicketville ! Otherwise I will see you soon ❤️

[hasteur]

// found a baby spider up my jacket sleeve today and did NOT panic, congradulate me at once

[hasteur]

// RAAAAAAAH SPIDERS BACK

[hasteur]

the only thing able to reign hastur's own thoughts in were the sparse mutters and dirty looks he'd gained from the others. part of him considered shooting another nasty remark back, something about the blessed qualities of the virgin mary, but the elevator has other plans. he bites down on the inside of his cheek to squelch the surprised gasp that's about to burst from his mouth.

instead, paired with the warmth of the other's body and the sudden pressure of furfur against his chest, it comes out a filthy moan.

hastur's heart is absolutely hammering, especially in the now-quiet din of the room. had everybody heard that? lord, of course everybody heard that. he wants out of here. he needs out of here. " right - right, calm down - ... fucking ... " he mutters, whether to himself or not . the elevator jerks once more, less sharply than before, and begins the unfortunate stutter-step it picked up somewhere along the way. the breaks came suddenly and frequently, each creaking bounce shoving everyone that much closer together .

"bet you're enjoying this, " he grumbles, this time exclusively to furfur. "getting right off on this, dirty bastard. "

[underno9]

Furfur was completely unaware of any looks that may be shooting their way. The only thing they were able to see was the close chest of the other demon. Their lips were practically pressed against the dirtied material of what supposedly passed for a shirt of some kind. Fingers curling tighter to the point his knuckles were even whiter than their skin already was.

That loud moan send a shockwave through Furfur and he bit down on his lip so hard that he drew blood. Thighs pressing together as he tried desperately to not press his face further against Hasters chest.

"Fuck off..." He managed to mutter against the cloth. Breathing heavily despite their best tries. Every time the elevator shook and creaked, Furfurs body was pressed against the others until the point he couldn't help but groan through his clenched teeth. "Fuck... off...." The demon repeated before tensing, legs pressing tighter.

He didn't mean that... Hastur couldn't tell... could he?

Fuck, fuck fuck.... Furfur needed off of the elevator and quick. If Hastur really did know, he was never going to hear the end of it. Fingers were beginning to shake from how tightly they were clenched.

"N-not.... funny..."

[hasteur]

" mmh . well , i thought it was . "

it was hard to tell what was going on with furfur at the moment . one second , he was this shaking , quivering , pale pile of man - the next he was rigid in hastur's arms , stock-still . it was interesting to him , the way he could feel every tense little muscle in furfur's body from how tightly they were pressed together ; thighs , arms , torso , the lot of it . hastur could only imagine what the other demon was holding back , and frankly , he didn't want to be a part of whatever it was .

unless he did .

oh , that was interesting .

it came to hastur suddenly , like a strong whiff of perfume or a stiff breeze on a hot day . a bit sideways from love , but in the same family nonetheless - hastur himself paused as a result , almost testing the air for some sort of confirmation bias , but there was none to be found .

one large hand found its way off furfur's hips , resting firmly instead at the small of his back , jamming the pair that much closer together - as he did so , he just happened to worm his knee between the pair of furfur's . a low rumble of a laugh in his chest , hastur leaned his head downwards , just barely whispering in the other's ear . " you are , aren't you ? you poor , wretched little thing ... forgive me for not noticing sooner . "

[hasteur]

// found a baby spider up my jacket sleeve today and did NOT panic, congradulate me at once

[hasteur]

// my head hurts so baaad and I’m trapped in class expected to be productive. Boo. Death to me.

[hasteur]

hey hastur! why don't eggs tell jokes? they'd crack each other up! // anonymous.

" ... "

" eggs don't talk ? "

[hasteur]

this wasn't concerning. this wasn't concerning because clearly , hastur could not be concerned . he refused , quite plainly , to be concerned - besides the fact that furfur looked as if he might faint into his arms . were hastur not the largest thing in the room , he might have felt the same way , so sympathies were definitely shared , but ... not concern .

" ... keeping it together ? " he nearly whispers , voice a low rumble in his chest . the last thing he wants is to attract attention to either of them , what with the bright flush he was now sporting , but if furfur was planning on collapsing into a fit or sicking up over both of their shoes , he'd much rather know ahead of time . " just ... be patient . "

with the floor properly selected, hastur returns himself to the most comfortable position he can manage , alternating his gaze between the wall to his right and the top of furfur's head . between the shakey breaths from the other man and the awkward way he was posturing , keeping the two of them apart , he felt as if he might go mad -

the flickering of the lights overhead was not enough to warn him what was to come . a sudden jolt and sharp hum of electricity , coupled with the lights going out entirely , and the whole elevator rattled mercilessly .

while this may have happened on a biweekly basis , it was enough of a shock for the whole crowded elevator to fall in on themselves - all besides hastur , the only one with a proper chance of holding steady . fully without thought , hastur grips tight to furfur's waist , doing his best to keep the man his footing .

" jesus wept ! "

[underno9]

"I'm fi...." Furfur began to try and answer but the images in his head were making it difficult to focus.

If the demon had been more aware, he would have realised what the flickering lights meant was coming. But the only thing he could think of was how close the two of them were. And how good he thought Hastur smelt. So when the jolt comes and the lights go out, Furfur stumbles and puts his hands out instinctively to steady himself.

They land against Hasturs chest, one slightly under his coat. The demon only has a moment to register this fact before the others hands are upon his hips. Gripping tightly.

Furfur instantly stills, all other thoughts leaving his mind as it focuses on the fact that Hastur was holding him. Fingers digging into his hips slightly.

Oh no... oh this was not helping. This was not helping at all. This was making things so much worse.

Furfurs hands curled slightly against Haster as the demon closed his eyes. Trying to concentrate on standing upright. That was all that was going on. They were just trying to keep upright till the elevator came to a stop and he could get the heck out of there.

"D-don't say that," Furfur managed to mutter through his thoughts. "They hear that and..." The elevator jolted again and they had to grip onto Hasters clothes to keep themself from falling and having their body completely pressed against the others body. Furfur bit down hard onto his tongue to stop any sound from leaving him at the closeness.

He needed out of there.... fast. Or things could get more... interesting.

[hasteur]

the only thing able to reign hastur's own thoughts in were the sparse mutters and dirty looks he'd gained from the others. part of him considered shooting another nasty remark back, something about the blessed qualities of the virgin mary, but the elevator has other plans. he bites down on the inside of his cheek to squelch the surprised gasp that's about to burst from his mouth.

instead, paired with the warmth of the other's body and the sudden pressure of furfur against his chest, it comes out a filthy moan.

hastur's heart is absolutely hammering, especially in the now-quiet din of the room. had everybody heard that? lord, of course everybody heard that. he wants out of here. he needs out of here. " right - right, calm down - ... fucking ... " he mutters, whether to himself or not . the elevator jerks once more, less sharply than before, and begins the unfortunate stutter-step it picked up somewhere along the way. the breaks came suddenly and frequently, each creaking bounce shoving everyone that much closer together .

"bet you're enjoying this, " he grumbles, this time exclusively to furfur. "getting right off on this, dirty bastard. "

[hasteur]

// I’m rabid, I’m frothing at the mouth, I’m out for blood, I’m out for vengeance, I’m a raccoon in your trash can, I am the trash can

[hasteur]

// i wanna draw my babies BUT i don't wanna go through the effort

[hasteur]

// me, explaining to my professor two weeks ago that i should have a 100% for attendance because I've been there every day: my prof: bumps me up from an 82% to an 88% :))

[hasteur]

cont. from here .

whatever remnants of love remained in hastur shriveled into specks the moment he laid eyes on gabriel . there is agony in power , hastur knows , and he knows gabriel must feel the weight of his actions well , but to think he had it all , once , was ... he could have stopped it . gabriel alone could have kept hastur topside . he could have recognized his momentary lapse in faith as weakness , as fear , as something to be weaned out from within him . as something fixable . instead , he was cast out , suffering and cold and alone . did gabriel realize that , hastur wondered ? that he left heaven without a friend ? that his first days in hell were spent curled into himself in agony , back broken , wings shredded ? he could never bear to face @vocesusurro after this . whether that , too , was fear , or anger , he could never pin down . but he was here now . " good . i hope it rots you . " hastur exhaled a sulfurous plume of smoke , then lit a cigarette . " so , then, supreme archangel ... what'll it be ? what can your humble servant do for you ? "

[hasteur]

// I GUESS I should do something here huh?

I won’t be reblogging asks and stuff / sending memes for a hot minute so I can catch up, but if y’all wanna plot something particular out let me know !

[hasteur]

// I really just want to work on my silly OC multimuse, but I need incentive, so … idk like this if you want my freaky little weirdos crawling around on your dash

[hasteur]

// /bats my pretty lil eyelashes go follow @thicketville

She still needs work but she’s going strong

[hasteur]

// I really just want to work on my silly OC multimuse, but I need incentive, so … idk like this if you want my freaky little weirdos crawling around on your dash

[hasteur]

// /bats my pretty lil eyelashes go follow @thicketville

She still needs work but she’s going strong

[hasteur]

// I really just want to work on my silly OC multimuse, but I need incentive, so … idk like this if you want my freaky little weirdos crawling around on your dash

[hasteur]

// going to be turning off anon for a bit, as I received a very upsetting ask this morning. It’s the first time I’ve ever received something like this, so as a general thing:

Please do not send me unsolicited DNI / Callout messages, especially if I have nothing to do with the people being called out (I.e, not even in the same fandom / friend circles). I understand it comes from good intentions for the most part, but it’s very distressing to me.

And, as a much gentler reminder, I am mutuals only. I appreciate character development questions or headcanon things to ‘poke the bear’ from admin to admin if we aren’t mutuals, but I will not be holding threads or answering direct prompts.