The Hazbin Hotel's Bartender

@low-life-husk

Post season 2 | Mod is 18 | Mod’s main is @knickknat

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Intro Post

Last updated: May 17, 2026

I'm Husk. I speak in orange text.

The mod speaks in the default color. I use she/they and my main is @knickknat. I'm eighteen, so don't be a weird creep.

You may

Send asks, silly or serious

Roleplay, including OCs

Flirt, as long your okay with Husk shooting you down

Anon magic is encouraged

Guidelines? I guess

Please take care to make the grammar, spelling, and formatting clear. It doesn’t need to be perfect, but please don’t send me a jumble of unfinished clauses with no punctuation.

My favorite ship is Huskerdust.

I’m not going roleplay with myself, as I’m not that pathetic. But you can ask Husk about things regarding my OCs, Atticus and Leo.

You may not

Send me anything sexually explicit. There's a difference between horny and graphic.

voxcouldneverbeme

Alastors broadcast went.. perfectly. As it always did. Even if the host himself was just trying to power through his frustration. Music covered up his annoyed obsessing whenever he wasn't talking. Giving a little chance to fume and center himself.

Of course it didn't work, and that much was obvious from how quickly the performance was cut short. Perfect, but snuffed out so his quality wouldn't drop.

The Radio Demon actively sulked over what he should do next. Fidgeting with dials and buttons. Listening to his shadow whine with feedback untill his mind circled back to something.

A target.

Alastor went still for a moment as he remembered how Atticus ran off to Husk. Husk of all people! What was so fucking special about a mangy stray like him?

His ears twitched and pointed at the console before he abruptly shoved himself to his feet, snatched his microphone from its position next to his console, and stormed out of the booth. A cloud of darkness trailing behind him, both figuratively and literally as shadows dragged behind his every step. Swallowing lights whenever he got near.

On the hunt for a certain soul he owned.

@low-life-husk

Husk was at the bar, drinking liquor straight from the bottle. The crowd had left the bar, and Atticus had left to have some time by himself, so Husk was all alone.

When he saw Alastor enter the room and approach the bar, Husk grumbled and braced himself for a discussion with his asshat of a boss.

“What da’ya’ want, Al?” He grumbled.

voxcouldneverbeme

Zeroing in on Husker was no issue for the demon. Afterall, he was usually in the same spot. That meant a quick snap of his head and his gaze locked onto the sinner as he approached. Closing the gap with expected haste.

"Oh you know.."

He drawled at first. Though it was definitely forced from his mood. Nothing about his demeanor was friendly. Just tense. Static crackled and his posture so overly formal that it appeared any string holding him together was tightened to its fullest.

He could just snap if pressed wrong. One way or another

"Wondering just what in Lucifers ungodly red hell is so fascinating about you to Atticus."

They were both in hell. They both sinned, killed people. What made the cat a shining knight for his son? Was it simply how he snapped? Push Husker and he was bound to swipe too. Hes not special.

"And just what makes you think you have any right to entertain his behaviors."

Husk squinted at Alastor. Was this seriously what he wanted to talk about? Was he really this insecure about his relationship with his son.

Husk grumbled and looked up at Alastor, not bothering to show an ounce of respect, knowing that Alastor will treat him like shit regardless.

"I don't fuckin' know. I talk to 'im like he's a person, an' I don't push him into anythin'?" Husk growled. "I've seen a lotta broken people like 'im in my day. I know how to talk to them. He probably just feels I understand 'im more than most."

voxcouldneverbeme

Alastor had tried talking to him as a person. Hes tried talking down at him, tried approaching on even footing, even tried to build him up. Yet Husk just.. got to do so? Without resistance?

The demon growled faintly and slid into a chair before the bartender. Though it was more out of his own frustration than Husks response to his demands.

In Alastors mind, he had done everything he could think of. Atticus simply wouldnt have any of it on the account that "he was bad" or something to that regard. Which was absolutely absurd. Everyone in hell is "bad" to some extent.

"Broken.."

Did Alastor break him..?

"Everyone is broken. Its hell. Not some- some daydream paradise!"

He hissed and dug one set of claws into the wood of the bar. Venting through a tad bit of damage. It was better that the wood bear the brunt of it than his palm or the nearest soul. He needed to stay at least a little bit focused afterall.

"He talked to you. Talks. Seeks you out. I hardly get a word in edgewise before we're fighting with eachother over the most insignificant details! That never used to happen-"

"He's doesn't talk to you because you're the one who pushed him over the edge!" Husk snapped, slamming his paws on the bar and glaring daggers at Alastor.

"I don' mean broken as in a sinner. I mean broken as in disillusioned with life! As in depressed and at rock bottom! As in he's a slave to his emotions and vices! He's broken like a divorced, disabled war veteran!"

Husk sneered and his voice became low and grumbly. "He was traumatized, and lost, and hopeless, and learnin' you were a sadistic killer was the nail in the coffin."

voxcouldneverbeme

Alastors ears pricked forward at the accusation. Then swiveled back and forth, some part of him trying to decide between defense and going on the attack.

Really he just ended up buffering long than he had intended.

This whole thing was like pulling teeth, except it was his molars being tugged free. Cutting down on his enjoyment of the experience immensely.

"It wasn't. Ever. Supposed. To reach. Him"

How could Alastor be blamed for something he wasn't around to fix? His son was going through what had to have been the worst turmoil of his life, but Alastor couldnt have done a damn thing about it. So why couldnt he just move on from it?

"And what am i supposed to do about it now Husker? Apologize? Im not sorry. Theres not a single lick of remorse about what i did! And im not about to lie to him just for the sake of apologizing. The only thing i regret is that he found out after i was gone. When i couldnt do anything about it."

He had settled on defense. Fixing people was never his game. He couldnt help Atticus like that. Everything in him went to tearing people down bit by bit. So how was he expected to know what to do now?

"Its been almost a century Husker. I doubt he wants to hear that either."

He stilled. Leaning back in the stool. Shoulders tense as the edge dropped away from his voice. Jumping from one extreme to the other.

Maybe things would work out eventually. That he would get Atticus back under his wing over time. He was probably rushing things-

Maybe he'd lose him to Husk for good.

Alastors expression soured further at the thought and he pried his claws free from the wood of the bar before clasping them together with a sigh. Trying to figure out his next moves now that he wasnt so fired up.

Husk lifted his paws from the bar and stood back once more, slouching as usual.

This shit was ridiculous. He supposed this had something to do with Alastor having some sort of emotional detachment from humanity. He probably couldn't fully understand Atticus's behavior, especially because he hadn't seen the boy in so long.

"I suggest ya' let Atticus figure his own shit out," Husk said. "And if he doesn't want anythin' ta' do with you anymore, that's his choice."

#low life husk #voxcouldneverbeme

voxcouldneverbeme

Alastors broadcast went.. perfectly. As it always did. Even if the host himself was just trying to power through his frustration. Music covered up his annoyed obsessing whenever he wasn't talking. Giving a little chance to fume and center himself.

Of course it didn't work, and that much was obvious from how quickly the performance was cut short. Perfect, but snuffed out so his quality wouldn't drop.

The Radio Demon actively sulked over what he should do next. Fidgeting with dials and buttons. Listening to his shadow whine with feedback untill his mind circled back to something.

A target.

Alastor went still for a moment as he remembered how Atticus ran off to Husk. Husk of all people! What was so fucking special about a mangy stray like him?

His ears twitched and pointed at the console before he abruptly shoved himself to his feet, snatched his microphone from its position next to his console, and stormed out of the booth. A cloud of darkness trailing behind him, both figuratively and literally as shadows dragged behind his every step. Swallowing lights whenever he got near.

On the hunt for a certain soul he owned.

@low-life-husk

Husk was at the bar, drinking liquor straight from the bottle. The crowd had left the bar, and Atticus had left to have some time by himself, so Husk was all alone.

When he saw Alastor enter the room and approach the bar, Husk grumbled and braced himself for a discussion with his asshat of a boss.

“What da’ya’ want, Al?” He grumbled.

voxcouldneverbeme

Zeroing in on Husker was no issue for the demon. Afterall, he was usually in the same spot. That meant a quick snap of his head and his gaze locked onto the sinner as he approached. Closing the gap with expected haste.

"Oh you know.."

He drawled at first. Though it was definitely forced from his mood. Nothing about his demeanor was friendly. Just tense. Static crackled and his posture so overly formal that it appeared any string holding him together was tightened to its fullest.

He could just snap if pressed wrong. One way or another

"Wondering just what in Lucifers ungodly red hell is so fascinating about you to Atticus."

They were both in hell. They both sinned, killed people. What made the cat a shining knight for his son? Was it simply how he snapped? Push Husker and he was bound to swipe too. Hes not special.

"And just what makes you think you have any right to entertain his behaviors."

Husk squinted at Alastor. Was this seriously what he wanted to talk about? Was he really this insecure about his relationship with his son.

Husk grumbled and looked up at Alastor, not bothering to show an ounce of respect, knowing that Alastor will treat him like shit regardless.

"I don't fuckin' know. I talk to 'im like he's a person, an' I don't push him into anythin'?" Husk growled. "I've seen a lotta broken people like 'im in my day. I know how to talk to them. He probably just feels I understand 'im more than most."

voxcouldneverbeme

Alastor had tried talking to him as a person. Hes tried talking down at him, tried approaching on even footing, even tried to build him up. Yet Husk just.. got to do so? Without resistance?

The demon growled faintly and slid into a chair before the bartender. Though it was more out of his own frustration than Husks response to his demands.

In Alastors mind, he had done everything he could think of. Atticus simply wouldnt have any of it on the account that "he was bad" or something to that regard. Which was absolutely absurd. Everyone in hell is "bad" to some extent.

"Broken.."

Did Alastor break him..?

"Everyone is broken. Its hell. Not some- some daydream paradise!"

He hissed and dug one set of claws into the wood of the bar. Venting through a tad bit of damage. It was better that the wood bear the brunt of it than his palm or the nearest soul. He needed to stay at least a little bit focused afterall.

"He talked to you. Talks. Seeks you out. I hardly get a word in edgewise before we're fighting with eachother over the most insignificant details! That never used to happen-"

"He's doesn't talk to you because you're the one who pushed him over the edge!" Husk snapped, slamming his paws on the bar and glaring daggers at Alastor.

"I don' mean broken as in a sinner. I mean broken as in disillusioned with life! As in depressed and at rock bottom! As in he's a slave to his emotions and vices! He's broken like a divorced, disabled war veteran!"

Husk sneered and his voice became low and grumbly. "He was traumatized, and lost, and hopeless, and learnin' you were a sadistic killer was the nail in the coffin."

#low life husk #voxcouldneverbeme #Sorry i had to eat #Then a bird got out #<- no no valid #and funny

voxcouldneverbeme

Alastors broadcast went.. perfectly. As it always did. Even if the host himself was just trying to power through his frustration. Music covered up his annoyed obsessing whenever he wasn't talking. Giving a little chance to fume and center himself.

Of course it didn't work, and that much was obvious from how quickly the performance was cut short. Perfect, but snuffed out so his quality wouldn't drop.

The Radio Demon actively sulked over what he should do next. Fidgeting with dials and buttons. Listening to his shadow whine with feedback untill his mind circled back to something.

A target.

Alastor went still for a moment as he remembered how Atticus ran off to Husk. Husk of all people! What was so fucking special about a mangy stray like him?

His ears twitched and pointed at the console before he abruptly shoved himself to his feet, snatched his microphone from its position next to his console, and stormed out of the booth. A cloud of darkness trailing behind him, both figuratively and literally as shadows dragged behind his every step. Swallowing lights whenever he got near.

On the hunt for a certain soul he owned.

@low-life-husk

Husk was at the bar, drinking liquor straight from the bottle. The crowd had left the bar, and Atticus had left to have some time by himself, so Husk was all alone.

When he saw Alastor enter the room and approach the bar, Husk grumbled and braced himself for a discussion with his asshat of a boss.

“What da’ya’ want, Al?” He grumbled.

voxcouldneverbeme

Zeroing in on Husker was no issue for the demon. Afterall, he was usually in the same spot. That meant a quick snap of his head and his gaze locked onto the sinner as he approached. Closing the gap with expected haste.

"Oh you know.."

He drawled at first. Though it was definitely forced from his mood. Nothing about his demeanor was friendly. Just tense. Static crackled and his posture so overly formal that it appeared any string holding him together was tightened to its fullest.

He could just snap if pressed wrong. One way or another

"Wondering just what in Lucifers ungodly red hell is so fascinating about you to Atticus."

They were both in hell. They both sinned, killed people. What made the cat a shining knight for his son? Was it simply how he snapped? Push Husker and he was bound to swipe too. Hes not special.

"And just what makes you think you have any right to entertain his behaviors."

Husk squinted at Alastor. Was this seriously what he wanted to talk about? Was he really this insecure about his relationship with his son.

Husk grumbled and looked up at Alastor, not bothering to show an ounce of respect, knowing that Alastor will treat him like shit regardless.

"I don't fuckin' know. I talk to 'im like he's a person, an' I don't push him into anythin'?" Husk growled. "I've seen a lotta broken people like 'im in my day. I know how to talk to them. He probably just feels I understand 'im more than most."

#low life husk #voxcouldneverbeme

voxcouldneverbeme

Alastors broadcast went.. perfectly. As it always did. Even if the host himself was just trying to power through his frustration. Music covered up his annoyed obsessing whenever he wasn't talking. Giving a little chance to fume and center himself.

Of course it didn't work, and that much was obvious from how quickly the performance was cut short. Perfect, but snuffed out so his quality wouldn't drop.

The Radio Demon actively sulked over what he should do next. Fidgeting with dials and buttons. Listening to his shadow whine with feedback untill his mind circled back to something.

A target.

Alastor went still for a moment as he remembered how Atticus ran off to Husk. Husk of all people! What was so fucking special about a mangy stray like him?

His ears twitched and pointed at the console before he abruptly shoved himself to his feet, snatched his microphone from its position next to his console, and stormed out of the booth. A cloud of darkness trailing behind him, both figuratively and literally as shadows dragged behind his every step. Swallowing lights whenever he got near.

On the hunt for a certain soul he owned.

@low-life-husk

Husk was at the bar, drinking liquor straight from the bottle. The crowd had left the bar, and Atticus had left to have some time by himself, so Husk was all alone.

When he saw Alastor enter the room and approach the bar, Husk grumbled and braced himself for a discussion with his asshat of a boss.

“What da’ya’ want, Al?” He grumbled.

#low life husk #voxcouldneverbeme

//Platonic RoyalFlush? 👀

Lucifer had a hard day.

His brain had been working against him all day and he was constantly half overstimulated.

He didn't want to go seeking comfort from his daughter, or really anyone else, but he felt like he needed it.

There was one person in the hotel he felt might be able to help. It really depended on what mood he caught him in, though.

He hesitated before lightly knocking of Husk's door.

@motherducking-king

Husk was dealing with with a nasty hangover from the night before, so much so that he had elected to go to bed early. So when he heard a knock on his door, he growled.

"I can't work, Al! I'm hungover!"

motherducking-king

"Um. I-It's not Alastor." Lucifer said. "It's Lucifer." He noticed the irritation in Husk's voice. "I can tell you're in a bad mood, so I-I can just go. Sorry..."

Oh...the king. Yeah, maybe it wasn't a good idea to shoo him away.

"Nah, come in!" he growled and sat up in bed.

motherducking-king

Lucifer gently opened the door. He was dressed in a much more relaxed outfit than his usual kingly attire. Just a loose t-shirt with a cartoon duck on it that says "duck off" and a pair of shorts. His hair was messy too.

"Sorry to bother you, I just uh... ugh, this is stupid." He anxiously shuffled his hooves.

"Um. I just... I had a hard day. I'm kind of overwhelmed and my brain wants me to die and I just..." He bit his inner cheek, searching for words. Why was it so hard for him to just say what he wanted?

"Can I have a hug?" he finally asked.

Husk let out an old man huff before spreading out his arms.

"Go ahead."

motherducking-king

Lucifer walked over and sat next to Husk before wrapping his arms around him.

He rested his face against the cat's shoulder, the fur tickled his face but he didn't really mind. "Sorry again for bothering you..." he mumbled.

"It's not ya' fault," Husk said as he rubbed Lucifer's back to comfort him.

motherducking-king

The angel seemed to relax as Husk held him. He was slowly becoming less tense.

"Your fur is really soft." He said quietly, his claws lightly scratching Husk's back. "Do you have to lick your fur to keep it clean like other cats?" He asked. The question kind of just popped into his head and he didn't bother to ask himself if it was an appropriate question to ask.

Husk grimaced at the though. Sometimes, he did get the urge and would do it in private, but he would never admit that.

"No? I shower just like everyone else?" he exclaimed.

After he finished speaking, he started to purr on account of Lucifer scratching his back.

motherducking-king

"Oh. Sorry, that was kinda a weird question." Lucifer apologized. He noticed the purring and added a tiny bit more pressure to the gentle scratching.

He did a little purring himself, matching the rhythm of Husk's.

Husk purred a little louder as Lucifer scratched him harder. He had to admit, the feeling was damn good.

"It's fine," he muttered in response. He had heard much weirder questions from random stranger at the bar.

motherducking-king

Lucifer pulled out of the hug after a minute or two.

"Thank you, uh..." He stared at Husk for a minute, trying to remember his name. "It's on the tip of my tongue, um..." He bit his lower lip. "Rust..?" He said hesitantly.

"Husk," he corrected, his tone not amused nor bothered. "and you're welcome."

motherducking-king

"Husk." Lucifer snapped his fingers. "Husk, Husk, Husk." He repeated the name to himself a couple times. "Husk. Okay. Got it. Committed to memory." He tapped his head. The angel laughed nervously.

"Um. You're really good at hugs, by the way. Maybe the fur helps, but it feels really warm and soft. It's gentle but secure." He rubbed his thumb against the palm of his hands a nervous habit. "Sorry, dumb thing to analyze. I'm being weird. Shut up, Lucifer." He hit the heel of his hand against his forehead.

Husk chuckled softly, his laugh low and gravily.

"I'm a bartender. I've heard much weirder."

motherducking-king

Lucifer seemed embarrassed anyway. His cheeks were slightly gold and he had his eyes on the floor.

"Um. Thanks again. I needed a hug. I'll uh... I'll leave you alone now." He stood up.

"No problem," Husk said before laying back down.

#low life husk #motherducking king

//Platonic RoyalFlush? 👀

Lucifer had a hard day.

His brain had been working against him all day and he was constantly half overstimulated.

He didn't want to go seeking comfort from his daughter, or really anyone else, but he felt like he needed it.

There was one person in the hotel he felt might be able to help. It really depended on what mood he caught him in, though.

He hesitated before lightly knocking of Husk's door.

@motherducking-king

Husk was dealing with with a nasty hangover from the night before, so much so that he had elected to go to bed early. So when he heard a knock on his door, he growled.

"I can't work, Al! I'm hungover!"

motherducking-king

"Um. I-It's not Alastor." Lucifer said. "It's Lucifer." He noticed the irritation in Husk's voice. "I can tell you're in a bad mood, so I-I can just go. Sorry..."

Oh...the king. Yeah, maybe it wasn't a good idea to shoo him away.

"Nah, come in!" he growled and sat up in bed.

motherducking-king

Lucifer gently opened the door. He was dressed in a much more relaxed outfit than his usual kingly attire. Just a loose t-shirt with a cartoon duck on it that says "duck off" and a pair of shorts. His hair was messy too.

"Sorry to bother you, I just uh... ugh, this is stupid." He anxiously shuffled his hooves.

"Um. I just... I had a hard day. I'm kind of overwhelmed and my brain wants me to die and I just..." He bit his inner cheek, searching for words. Why was it so hard for him to just say what he wanted?

"Can I have a hug?" he finally asked.

Husk let out an old man huff before spreading out his arms.

"Go ahead."

motherducking-king

Lucifer walked over and sat next to Husk before wrapping his arms around him.

He rested his face against the cat's shoulder, the fur tickled his face but he didn't really mind. "Sorry again for bothering you..." he mumbled.

"It's not ya' fault," Husk said as he rubbed Lucifer's back to comfort him.

motherducking-king

The angel seemed to relax as Husk held him. He was slowly becoming less tense.

"Your fur is really soft." He said quietly, his claws lightly scratching Husk's back. "Do you have to lick your fur to keep it clean like other cats?" He asked. The question kind of just popped into his head and he didn't bother to ask himself if it was an appropriate question to ask.

Husk grimaced at the though. Sometimes, he did get the urge and would do it in private, but he would never admit that.

"No? I shower just like everyone else?" he exclaimed.

After he finished speaking, he started to purr on account of Lucifer scratching his back.

motherducking-king

"Oh. Sorry, that was kinda a weird question." Lucifer apologized. He noticed the purring and added a tiny bit more pressure to the gentle scratching.

He did a little purring himself, matching the rhythm of Husk's.

Husk purred a little louder as Lucifer scratched him harder. He had to admit, the feeling was damn good.

"It's fine," he muttered in response. He had heard much weirder questions from random stranger at the bar.

motherducking-king

Lucifer pulled out of the hug after a minute or two.

"Thank you, uh..." He stared at Husk for a minute, trying to remember his name. "It's on the tip of my tongue, um..." He bit his lower lip. "Rust..?" He said hesitantly.

"Husk," he corrected, his tone not amused nor bothered. "and you're welcome."

motherducking-king

"Husk." Lucifer snapped his fingers. "Husk, Husk, Husk." He repeated the name to himself a couple times. "Husk. Okay. Got it. Committed to memory." He tapped his head. The angel laughed nervously.

"Um. You're really good at hugs, by the way. Maybe the fur helps, but it feels really warm and soft. It's gentle but secure." He rubbed his thumb against the palm of his hands a nervous habit. "Sorry, dumb thing to analyze. I'm being weird. Shut up, Lucifer." He hit the heel of his hand against his forehead.

Husk chuckled softly, his laugh low and gravily.

"I'm a bartender. I've heard much weirder."

#motherducking king #low life husk

//Platonic RoyalFlush? 👀

Lucifer had a hard day.

His brain had been working against him all day and he was constantly half overstimulated.

He didn't want to go seeking comfort from his daughter, or really anyone else, but he felt like he needed it.

There was one person in the hotel he felt might be able to help. It really depended on what mood he caught him in, though.

He hesitated before lightly knocking of Husk's door.

@motherducking-king

Husk was dealing with with a nasty hangover from the night before, so much so that he had elected to go to bed early. So when he heard a knock on his door, he growled.

"I can't work, Al! I'm hungover!"

motherducking-king

"Um. I-It's not Alastor." Lucifer said. "It's Lucifer." He noticed the irritation in Husk's voice. "I can tell you're in a bad mood, so I-I can just go. Sorry..."

Oh...the king. Yeah, maybe it wasn't a good idea to shoo him away.

"Nah, come in!" he growled and sat up in bed.

motherducking-king

Lucifer gently opened the door. He was dressed in a much more relaxed outfit than his usual kingly attire. Just a loose t-shirt with a cartoon duck on it that says "duck off" and a pair of shorts. His hair was messy too.

"Sorry to bother you, I just uh... ugh, this is stupid." He anxiously shuffled his hooves.

"Um. I just... I had a hard day. I'm kind of overwhelmed and my brain wants me to die and I just..." He bit his inner cheek, searching for words. Why was it so hard for him to just say what he wanted?

"Can I have a hug?" he finally asked.

Husk let out an old man huff before spreading out his arms.

"Go ahead."

motherducking-king

Lucifer walked over and sat next to Husk before wrapping his arms around him.

He rested his face against the cat's shoulder, the fur tickled his face but he didn't really mind. "Sorry again for bothering you..." he mumbled.

"It's not ya' fault," Husk said as he rubbed Lucifer's back to comfort him.

motherducking-king

The angel seemed to relax as Husk held him. He was slowly becoming less tense.

"Your fur is really soft." He said quietly, his claws lightly scratching Husk's back. "Do you have to lick your fur to keep it clean like other cats?" He asked. The question kind of just popped into his head and he didn't bother to ask himself if it was an appropriate question to ask.

Husk grimaced at the though. Sometimes, he did get the urge and would do it in private, but he would never admit that.

"No? I shower just like everyone else?" he exclaimed.

After he finished speaking, he started to purr on account of Lucifer scratching his back.

motherducking-king

"Oh. Sorry, that was kinda a weird question." Lucifer apologized. He noticed the purring and added a tiny bit more pressure to the gentle scratching.

He did a little purring himself, matching the rhythm of Husk's.

Husk purred a little louder as Lucifer scratched him harder. He had to admit, the feeling was damn good.

"It's fine," he muttered in response. He had heard much weirder questions from random stranger at the bar.

motherducking-king

Lucifer pulled out of the hug after a minute or two.

"Thank you, uh..." He stared at Husk for a minute, trying to remember his name. "It's on the tip of my tongue, um..." He bit his lower lip. "Rust..?" He said hesitantly.

"Husk," he corrected, his tone not amused nor bothered. "and you're welcome."

#motherducking king #low life husk

//Platonic RoyalFlush? 👀

Lucifer had a hard day.

His brain had been working against him all day and he was constantly half overstimulated.

He didn't want to go seeking comfort from his daughter, or really anyone else, but he felt like he needed it.

There was one person in the hotel he felt might be able to help. It really depended on what mood he caught him in, though.

He hesitated before lightly knocking of Husk's door.

@motherducking-king

Husk was dealing with with a nasty hangover from the night before, so much so that he had elected to go to bed early. So when he heard a knock on his door, he growled.

"I can't work, Al! I'm hungover!"

motherducking-king

"Um. I-It's not Alastor." Lucifer said. "It's Lucifer." He noticed the irritation in Husk's voice. "I can tell you're in a bad mood, so I-I can just go. Sorry..."

Oh...the king. Yeah, maybe it wasn't a good idea to shoo him away.

"Nah, come in!" he growled and sat up in bed.

motherducking-king

Lucifer gently opened the door. He was dressed in a much more relaxed outfit than his usual kingly attire. Just a loose t-shirt with a cartoon duck on it that says "duck off" and a pair of shorts. His hair was messy too.

"Sorry to bother you, I just uh... ugh, this is stupid." He anxiously shuffled his hooves.

"Um. I just... I had a hard day. I'm kind of overwhelmed and my brain wants me to die and I just..." He bit his inner cheek, searching for words. Why was it so hard for him to just say what he wanted?

"Can I have a hug?" he finally asked.

Husk let out an old man huff before spreading out his arms.

"Go ahead."

motherducking-king

Lucifer walked over and sat next to Husk before wrapping his arms around him.

He rested his face against the cat's shoulder, the fur tickled his face but he didn't really mind. "Sorry again for bothering you..." he mumbled.

"It's not ya' fault," Husk said as he rubbed Lucifer's back to comfort him.

motherducking-king

The angel seemed to relax as Husk held him. He was slowly becoming less tense.

"Your fur is really soft." He said quietly, his claws lightly scratching Husk's back. "Do you have to lick your fur to keep it clean like other cats?" He asked. The question kind of just popped into his head and he didn't bother to ask himself if it was an appropriate question to ask.

Husk grimaced at the though. Sometimes, he did get the urge and would do it in private, but he would never admit that.

"No? I shower just like everyone else?" he exclaimed.

After he finished speaking, he started to purr on account of Lucifer scratching his back.

motherducking-king

"Oh. Sorry, that was kinda a weird question." Lucifer apologized. He noticed the purring and added a tiny bit more pressure to the gentle scratching.

He did a little purring himself, matching the rhythm of Husk's.

Husk purred a little louder as Lucifer scratched him harder. He had to admit, the feeling was damn good.

"It's fine," he muttered in response. He had heard much weirder questions from random stranger at the bar.

#motherducking king #low life husk

//Platonic RoyalFlush? 👀

Lucifer had a hard day.

His brain had been working against him all day and he was constantly half overstimulated.

He didn't want to go seeking comfort from his daughter, or really anyone else, but he felt like he needed it.

There was one person in the hotel he felt might be able to help. It really depended on what mood he caught him in, though.

He hesitated before lightly knocking of Husk's door.

@motherducking-king

Husk was dealing with with a nasty hangover from the night before, so much so that he had elected to go to bed early. So when he heard a knock on his door, he growled.

"I can't work, Al! I'm hungover!"

motherducking-king

"Um. I-It's not Alastor." Lucifer said. "It's Lucifer." He noticed the irritation in Husk's voice. "I can tell you're in a bad mood, so I-I can just go. Sorry..."

Oh...the king. Yeah, maybe it wasn't a good idea to shoo him away.

"Nah, come in!" he growled and sat up in bed.

motherducking-king

Lucifer gently opened the door. He was dressed in a much more relaxed outfit than his usual kingly attire. Just a loose t-shirt with a cartoon duck on it that says "duck off" and a pair of shorts. His hair was messy too.

"Sorry to bother you, I just uh... ugh, this is stupid." He anxiously shuffled his hooves.

"Um. I just... I had a hard day. I'm kind of overwhelmed and my brain wants me to die and I just..." He bit his inner cheek, searching for words. Why was it so hard for him to just say what he wanted?

"Can I have a hug?" he finally asked.

Husk let out an old man huff before spreading out his arms.

"Go ahead."

motherducking-king

Lucifer walked over and sat next to Husk before wrapping his arms around him.

He rested his face against the cat's shoulder, the fur tickled his face but he didn't really mind. "Sorry again for bothering you..." he mumbled.

"It's not ya' fault," Husk said as he rubbed Lucifer's back to comfort him.

motherducking-king

The angel seemed to relax as Husk held him. He was slowly becoming less tense.

"Your fur is really soft." He said quietly, his claws lightly scratching Husk's back. "Do you have to lick your fur to keep it clean like other cats?" He asked. The question kind of just popped into his head and he didn't bother to ask himself if it was an appropriate question to ask.

Husk grimaced at the though. Sometimes, he did get the urge and would do it in private, but he would never admit that.

"No? I shower just like everyone else?" he exclaimed.

After he finished speaking, he started to purr on account of Lucifer scratching his back.

#motherducking king #low life husk

//Platonic RoyalFlush? 👀

Lucifer had a hard day.

His brain had been working against him all day and he was constantly half overstimulated.

He didn't want to go seeking comfort from his daughter, or really anyone else, but he felt like he needed it.

There was one person in the hotel he felt might be able to help. It really depended on what mood he caught him in, though.

He hesitated before lightly knocking of Husk's door.

@motherducking-king

Husk was dealing with with a nasty hangover from the night before, so much so that he had elected to go to bed early. So when he heard a knock on his door, he growled.

"I can't work, Al! I'm hungover!"

motherducking-king

"Um. I-It's not Alastor." Lucifer said. "It's Lucifer." He noticed the irritation in Husk's voice. "I can tell you're in a bad mood, so I-I can just go. Sorry..."

Oh...the king. Yeah, maybe it wasn't a good idea to shoo him away.

"Nah, come in!" he growled and sat up in bed.

motherducking-king

Lucifer gently opened the door. He was dressed in a much more relaxed outfit than his usual kingly attire. Just a loose t-shirt with a cartoon duck on it that says "duck off" and a pair of shorts. His hair was messy too.

"Sorry to bother you, I just uh... ugh, this is stupid." He anxiously shuffled his hooves.

"Um. I just... I had a hard day. I'm kind of overwhelmed and my brain wants me to die and I just..." He bit his inner cheek, searching for words. Why was it so hard for him to just say what he wanted?

"Can I have a hug?" he finally asked.

Husk let out an old man huff before spreading out his arms.

"Go ahead."

motherducking-king

Lucifer walked over and sat next to Husk before wrapping his arms around him.

He rested his face against the cat's shoulder, the fur tickled his face but he didn't really mind. "Sorry again for bothering you..." he mumbled.

"It's not ya' fault," Husk said as he rubbed Lucifer's back to comfort him.

#motherducking king #low life husk

//Platonic RoyalFlush? 👀

Lucifer had a hard day.

His brain had been working against him all day and he was constantly half overstimulated.

He didn't want to go seeking comfort from his daughter, or really anyone else, but he felt like he needed it.

There was one person in the hotel he felt might be able to help. It really depended on what mood he caught him in, though.

He hesitated before lightly knocking of Husk's door.

@motherducking-king

Husk was dealing with with a nasty hangover from the night before, so much so that he had elected to go to bed early. So when he heard a knock on his door, he growled.

"I can't work, Al! I'm hungover!"

motherducking-king

"Um. I-It's not Alastor." Lucifer said. "It's Lucifer." He noticed the irritation in Husk's voice. "I can tell you're in a bad mood, so I-I can just go. Sorry..."

Oh...the king. Yeah, maybe it wasn't a good idea to shoo him away.

"Nah, come in!" he growled and sat up in bed.

motherducking-king

Lucifer gently opened the door. He was dressed in a much more relaxed outfit than his usual kingly attire. Just a loose t-shirt with a cartoon duck on it that says "duck off" and a pair of shorts. His hair was messy too.

"Sorry to bother you, I just uh... ugh, this is stupid." He anxiously shuffled his hooves.

"Um. I just... I had a hard day. I'm kind of overwhelmed and my brain wants me to die and I just..." He bit his inner cheek, searching for words. Why was it so hard for him to just say what he wanted?

"Can I have a hug?" he finally asked.

Husk let out an old man huff before spreading out his arms.

"Go ahead."

#low life husk #motherducking king

//Platonic RoyalFlush? 👀

Lucifer had a hard day.

His brain had been working against him all day and he was constantly half overstimulated.

He didn't want to go seeking comfort from his daughter, or really anyone else, but he felt like he needed it.

There was one person in the hotel he felt might be able to help. It really depended on what mood he caught him in, though.

He hesitated before lightly knocking of Husk's door.

@motherducking-king

Husk was dealing with with a nasty hangover from the night before, so much so that he had elected to go to bed early. So when he heard a knock on his door, he growled.

"I can't work, Al! I'm hungover!"

motherducking-king

"Um. I-It's not Alastor." Lucifer said. "It's Lucifer." He noticed the irritation in Husk's voice. "I can tell you're in a bad mood, so I-I can just go. Sorry..."

Oh...the king. Yeah, maybe it wasn't a good idea to shoo him away.

"Nah, come in!" he growled and sat up in bed.

#low life husk #motherducking king

//Platonic RoyalFlush? 👀

Lucifer had a hard day.

His brain had been working against him all day and he was constantly half overstimulated.

He didn't want to go seeking comfort from his daughter, or really anyone else, but he felt like he needed it.

There was one person in the hotel he felt might be able to help. It really depended on what mood he caught him in, though.

He hesitated before lightly knocking of Husk's door.

@motherducking-king

Husk was dealing with with a nasty hangover from the night before, so much so that he had elected to go to bed early. So when he heard a knock on his door, he growled.

"I can't work, Al! I'm hungover!"

#low life husk #motherducking king #hazbin hotel roleplay #hazbin hotel rp #hazbin hotel

vexter-the-comedian

//respond when you want

Husk noticed Vexter had fallen we asleep at the bar, his head resting and drooling on the counter. Without really thinking about what he was doing, Husk reached over and gave Vexter a few head scratches.

- @low-life-husk

He'd mumble against his arms at the sudden feeling on his head. He didn't recognize it, but it felt.. nice. Strangely.

His head slowly rolled underneath Husker's claws, his grumbles giving way to purring, though it sounded more like.. gargling.

Soon enough, his body would relax against the counter, and his expression would soften. The mental images faded into faintly tinted nothingness as he'd just focus on the feeling against his head.

Soften and soothing. Something he desperately needed right now.

Husk couldn’t helped but find this weirdly cute. He continued scratching Vexter, his paw now having moved to under the chin.

“Ya’ like that?” He said with an amused smile.

vexter-the-comedian

"Don' make it weird, foirball." He's awake now, dang it </3.

His head momentarily jolted when his paw slipped under his chin, a hiss nearly slipping before he'd settle once again. "Wha's all dis about? Guy can' pass out drunk 'n peace..?" Even if it wasn't like the guy to drink in the first place- let alone by himself.

//tbh I was just imagining Vexter sitting at the bar, not necessarily drinking. Maybe Husk got some really good whiskey that day. Idk

“Ehh, just messin’ with ya’,” Husk chuckled and pulled his hand away.

#low life husk #vexter the comedian

vexter-the-comedian

//respond when you want

Husk noticed Vexter had fallen we asleep at the bar, his head resting and drooling on the counter. Without really thinking about what he was doing, Husk reached over and gave Vexter a few head scratches.

- @low-life-husk

He'd mumble against his arms at the sudden feeling on his head. He didn't recognize it, but it felt.. nice. Strangely.

His head slowly rolled underneath Husker's claws, his grumbles giving way to purring, though it sounded more like.. gargling.

Soon enough, his body would relax against the counter, and his expression would soften. The mental images faded into faintly tinted nothingness as he'd just focus on the feeling against his head.

Soften and soothing. Something he desperately needed right now.

Husk couldn’t helped but find this weirdly cute. He continued scratching Vexter, his paw now having moved to under the chin.

“Ya’ like that?” He said with an amused smile.

#low life husk #vexter the comedian

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