The House Always Wins

Canon Divergent Overlord Husk rp blog. 18+ blog for themes. DO NOT FOLLOW ME OR ENGAGE WITH MY POSTS IF YOU'RE A MINOR. I WILL BLOCK YOU Open to Canon/OC/Crossover/etc. Mun is 30+. Side blog to Jeff-the-gnome-king

[overlordhusk]

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Canon Divergent Overlord Husk rp blog. 18+ Mun is 30+

You can try your luck, but the House always wins!

Canon/OC/Crossover/etc. friendly!

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[overlordhusk]

"Hey, hey.~"

He says with a playfully offended tone, ear flicking lightly. He just shakes his head a little.

"Great. With that I can start building a nice little menu of specialty drinks. I know more than just demons from the other rings will want in on them once I got 'em.~"

[remnantsouls]

"I'll make sure you have the most unique toxic cocktails in all of Hell" She giggled at his mock offense.

" Mhmm though some might be more fitting as a snack.. or slightly toxic cigarettes~"

[overlordhusk]

"No poison cigs, not trying to poison the air in here. Or poison food."

He negates immediately, with a laugh in voice. Pulling the breaks before the Belladonna thought train could get off the rails.

"Just toxic cocktails, Bella. Alright? We're leaving it there."

[remnantsouls]

A psh and a hand wave. "Pfft that's not how toxic cigarettes work, they affect the smoker, I don't really use airborn poisons.. "but it was his casino so his rules. "But ofcourse, I'll stick to the cocktails dear~ I'll bring you some of my best~"

[overlordhusk]

It was Hell. Even if that wasn't how the cigarettes were supposed to work, the unexpected always tended to happen. So he simply harrumphs softly, satisfied.

"I know you will.~"

[rpmemes-galore]

send me   ‘ kisses ‘   and i’ll generate a number for how / where my muse kisses yours

add   ‘reverse’  to the ask for the positions to be reversed

1. a kiss to the palm

2. a peck on the lips

3. a sad kiss goodbye

4. a peck on the cheek

5. a kiss on an old scar

6. a kiss to the knuckles

7. a kiss to the forehead

8. a kiss on a healing bruise

9. an excited kiss as a reunion 

10. a kiss to the top of the head

11. a kiss on a bandaged wound

12. a stolen kiss somewhere public

13. a sleepy kiss in the early morning 

14. a deep, passionate kiss on the lips

15. a kiss goodnight after a date gone well

16. a desperate kiss to your wounded muse

17. and awkward kiss after a date gone wrong

18. a lot of laughing, little kisses across the face

19. a kiss on the shoulder while hugging from behind 

20. a gentle kiss while slow-dancing together in the dark

[overlordhusk]

"Hey, hey.~"

He says with a playfully offended tone, ear flicking lightly. He just shakes his head a little.

"Great. With that I can start building a nice little menu of specialty drinks. I know more than just demons from the other rings will want in on them once I got 'em.~"

[remnantsouls]

"I'll make sure you have the most unique toxic cocktails in all of Hell" She giggled at his mock offense.

" Mhmm though some might be more fitting as a snack.. or slightly toxic cigarettes~"

[overlordhusk]

"No poison cigs, not trying to poison the air in here. Or poison food."

He negates immediately, with a laugh in voice. Pulling the breaks before the Belladonna thought train could get off the rails.

"Just toxic cocktails, Bella. Alright? We're leaving it there."

[overlordhusk]

"Simply devious, more like."

He continues with a laugh.

[remnantsouls]

"Nonsense~ A LADY is never devious~ That is for scoundrels and slit throats" She huffed.

[overlordhusk]

"You. Could definitely slit a throat.~"

He shoots back easily

[remnantsouls]

"...Well yes~" Bella wouldn't lie about that~ She was very capable of doing so. "Speaking of which, did you need any assistance~?"

[overlordhusk]

"Not in slitting any throats. But......"

"Any suggestions on the best type of poisons to compliment liquors? I'm starting to get more greed demon patrons and those crazy bastards keep asking for cocktails that have hemlock and shit in 'em."

[remnantsouls]

"... Ooh" She shifted forward and rested her chin on tented hands.

" That entirely depends on the cocktails~ Mhmm Hemlock is delicious in a drink and Lead can be sweet~ Ooh a little bit of Holly berries for crunch~?"

Oh now she was thinking... " Mhmm a little bit of cyanide for that bitter almond flavor..."

[overlordhusk]

The gambler laughs brightly at her demeanor change, grin widening.

"I knew you'd be the perfect gal to go to for this.~"

[remnantsouls]

"But ofcourse~ Anything for my favorite kitty" She chuckled, reaching a hand out and gently scritched the other's ear, before retreating the hand to not overstay. "I'll bring some of my freshest plants and berries for you~ I know there's a few nuts that are not only incredibly toxic but addictive as well, a perfect addition to a beverage~"

[overlordhusk]

"Hey, hey.~"

He says with a playfully offended tone, ear flicking lightly. He just shakes his head a little.

"Great. With that I can start building a nice little menu of specialty drinks. I know more than just demons from the other rings will want in on them once I got 'em.~"

[overlordhusk]

"Simply devious, more like."

He continues with a laugh.

[remnantsouls]

"Nonsense~ A LADY is never devious~ That is for scoundrels and slit throats" She huffed.

[overlordhusk]

"You. Could definitely slit a throat.~"

He shoots back easily

[remnantsouls]

"...Well yes~" Bella wouldn't lie about that~ She was very capable of doing so. "Speaking of which, did you need any assistance~?"

[overlordhusk]

"Not in slitting any throats. But......"

"Any suggestions on the best type of poisons to compliment liquors? I'm starting to get more greed demon patrons and those crazy bastards keep asking for cocktails that have hemlock and shit in 'em."

[remnantsouls]

"... Ooh" She shifted forward and rested her chin on tented hands.

" That entirely depends on the cocktails~ Mhmm Hemlock is delicious in a drink and Lead can be sweet~ Ooh a little bit of Holly berries for crunch~?"

Oh now she was thinking... " Mhmm a little bit of cyanide for that bitter almond flavor..."

[overlordhusk]

The gambler laughs brightly at her demeanor change, grin widening.

"I knew you'd be the perfect gal to go to for this.~"

[overlordhusk]

"Simply devious, more like."

He continues with a laugh.

[remnantsouls]

"Nonsense~ A LADY is never devious~ That is for scoundrels and slit throats" She huffed.

[overlordhusk]

"You. Could definitely slit a throat.~"

He shoots back easily

[remnantsouls]

"...Well yes~" Bella wouldn't lie about that~ She was very capable of doing so. "Speaking of which, did you need any assistance~?"

[overlordhusk]

"Not in slitting any throats. But......"

"Any suggestions on the best type of poisons to compliment liquors? I'm starting to get more greed demon patrons and those crazy bastards keep asking for cocktails that have hemlock and shit in 'em."

[overlordhusk]

"Simply devious, more like."

He continues with a laugh.

[remnantsouls]

"Nonsense~ A LADY is never devious~ That is for scoundrels and slit throats" She huffed.

[overlordhusk]

"You. Could definitely slit a throat.~"

He shoots back easily

[remnantsouls]

"Now now, none of that~ I assure you that I am very harmless~"

[overlordhusk]

"We both know that's a lie.~" He snickers

[remnantsouls]

"Why Mister Husk, how dare you imply such things" She giggles, swirling a finger around her glass~ "I am but a simple girl~"

[overlordhusk]

"Simply devious, more like."

He continues with a laugh.

[remnantsouls]

"Now now, none of that~ I assure you that I am very harmless~"

[overlordhusk]

"We both know that's a lie.~" He snickers

[hazbinsandweirdos]

"You're the worst."

[overlordhusk]

"I try.~"

[hazbinsandweirdos]

"Ugh...go die of old age already."

[overlordhusk]

"Says the guy who lived and died and thieved in Hell well before I was even born."

[hazbinsandweirdos]

"You're the worst."

[overlordhusk]

"I try.~"

[adyophene]

Adam, the very first idiot

[overlordhusk]

"There can really be no friends in Hell, can they?"

.......

"I shouldn't keep making comparisons and getting frustrated because I used to have...someone better suited for me and my aspirations."

Now. Now they were cooking with gasoline.

The gambler had no idea why, but he often found himself in that role of "free therapist" to others.

He was that professional but personable bartender.

The sympathetic fellow drinker at the bar.

That performer you happen to catch backstage while on break.

........

That charming overlord who wasn't some blood thirsty psycho.

All positions where people felt they could spill all of their guts too. And they did! Gladly! And after all these years, Husk had learned to recognize when someone's real issue(s) was bubbling to the surface. And he felt like he was finally getting to the core of what had made Vox go out and get shitfaced in some random VIP casino bar.

He had no idea of the details of Vox's personal relationships. His allies. Or enemies.

Nor did he care.

But it was obvious the media overlord had been burned before, badly. And that there was 'trouble' in conglomerate paradise. Perhaps as a result of that? Maybe Valentino was that someone before? Or a rebound? The tomcat couldn't guess at the moment. But....

"Fuck, man. Ain't that some nice baggage you got? If there's one thing to count on about Hell, it's that everyone here has got problems."

The gambler commiserates with a purposefully lighter, but gentle, tone; not wanting the TV to spiral down too far as he reflected on his...whatever the fuck he had going on.

"I'm surprised someone like you is so willing to settle for less?! Of COURSE there's friends in Hell - if you're willin' ta take the risk and make them! Trust is power too!"

"Call me a greedy sonovubitch, but I like having it all! If you're not happy with what you got, go out and GET BETTER! You're out there making your business the best version of itself it can be, right?! Do that for your personal life too!"

The cat urges, taking a sip of his glass.

"'S why I'm willing to go to the overlord meetings, after all. They're stupid. But I get it. It's nice to at least talk to other people who gotta deal with what I gotta deal with. Y'know? Keeps shit in perspective for me. It's easy to lose perspective when you spend all your time in a casino."

He shares.

[countlessrealities]

Vox's shoulders immediately stiffen at the mention of his "baggage". Husk's tone isn't mocking, it's not even unkind, but he still feels called out anyway and there's no reassurance nor relief in knowing that everyone in the Pit struggles with carrying too much on their shoulders. He doesn't care what others do and don't. He has a reputation to uphold, an image to defend. He has to appear perfect in his audience's eyes, even when underneath the mask he's anything but.

It's the only way he can be whatever he wants and do whatever he wants, even if in truth it's all for show. A tale broadcast on every screen, luring and charming the masses until they see only what he wants them to see.

"...I don't know what you're talking about. It's not like that," he argues, even if he's painfully aware that they both know he's lying. "I just...I made a mistake and I've been dealing with the consequences. It's nothing I can't handle. And it's nothing that will stand in the way of me getting what I want."

As he speaks, his mind fills with images. Sharp crimson eyes sparking stinging rage inside him. The alluring voice that had gotten him hooked since the very first time he had heard it. A figure made of sharp lines that filled him with equal hatred and desire. Memories of past enjoyment that now tasted like bitter poison.

"I'm not settling for less. I'm merely picking the most strategic tool over the most powerful one," he goes on, digital eyes glancing away once more. "Playing smarter and all that."

He's very well aware of how that sounds a lot like compromising, maybe even like he is picking the safest option. All clues that hint towards Husk's theory about him having been burnt badly being right. Not that Vox would ever admit it out loud.

"Trust is a double-edged sword. This is Hell, people backstab each other before breakfast all the time," he argues then, some heat colouring his voice. "Can you really be friends with someone, knowing that they will betray you or reject you the moment they don't need you anymore? Or if they decide that you're in the way? At the end of the day, everything people do down here is...out of convenience. Selfishness."

The TV demon drums his sharp claws against the table, hard enough to leave little indents in its surface.

"Having allies is one thing. It keeps you sharp, it helps you harness more power. But anything more personal? It's doomed to end in either bloodshed or heartbreak. Or both."

The words slip from his mouth without hesitation and yet there is still a hint of reluctance hidden in his tone. Red eyes lock on the tom cat, studying him with renewed sharpness, as if they had been trying to dissect his very soul.

"But since you don't seem to agree, do tell...Do you have friends?

[overlordhusk]

Yeah. Vox wasn't beating the 'picked the easy rebound and hasn't healed yet' allegations one bit. Every single move and word at being called out was only supporting Husk's thoughts.

Who the Hell had fucked this guy up this badly?

Must've been a demon in the sack.....

It's not even like everything the TV demon was saying was wrong either. They were all practical fears to have. Logical assumptions and conclusions to make about what could and would happen in Hell. Husk had seen it for himself countless times....

And yet. It was obvious that Vox was saying it all from a place of hurt. From a betrayal. From the want to NEVER be "fooled" again....he needed to prove something.

"Look. I'm not gonna argue that you're wrong. Because you're not. People down here can be fuckin' selfish. Backstabbing. And keepin' distance is the "smarter" way to play....usually."

Husk replies, calmly meeting Vox's sharp gaze with his own. The media mogul could try and pick apart the cat all he wanted. But what he saw was what he was going to get; a calm collected cat with a smiling poker face.

" But. I do, in fact, have friends. Not many, but a few. Because I was willing to take the gamble on them. And that's the name of the game."

He takes a sip from his glass, eyes remaining on Vox as he did.

"Acquaintances. Employees. Allies. Friends. Lovers. They're all gambles. Bets against the odds that your contact with this person won't fuck you over in the future. Sometimes your right. Sometimes, you're just not! No matter how "smart" or "strategic" ya try ta be."

He makes air quotes with a claw to emphasize his words.

"My point is, ya don't hit jackpot by playing safe all the time. You do it by gambling! Fighting odds! And if you lose? Fuck man, you dust yerself off and get up to play again!"

His eyes and grin widen just that bit, genuine excitement and confidence at the very idea of testing fate and luck for his own benefit. He quickly reigns himself in then, hand coming up to smooth back his already styled hair.

"But hey, you do you...."

[oceanicfloorsponge]

Here's some art I did of @allastoredeer 's RadioDealerAU!

These designs are so incredible and absolutely live in my head rent free😌✨️

I hope that it's alright that I made fanart of them, I just love this AU so much!

[rpmemes-galore]

exhaustion … sentence starters

the exhausted

“I can’t sleep.”

“I can’t keep my eyes open.”

“Can you help me back to bed?”

“I’m okay. I’m not even that tired.”

“I don’t remember the last time I slept.”

“I can’t sleep, yet. There’s too much to do.” 

“I don’t want to sleep. I keep having nightmares.”

“I promise I’ll sleep in a bit, just let me finish this, first.”

“Can you help me lie down? I can’t move, I’m too tired.”

“I can’t even think straight anymore… maybe I need to sleep.”

“Of course I want to relax. But, we don’t all get what we want.”

“I’m so tired I can’t do anything, but I’m not tired enough to sleep…”

the concerned

“You keep yawning.”

“Go. Sleep. That’s not a request.”

“If you’re that tired, just take a nap.”

“You look like you haven’t slept in days.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were this tired?”

“Those are some bad bags under your eyes.”

“You don’t have to push so hard. It’s okay to rest.”

“You can barely keep your eyes open, go lie down.”

“I haven’t seen you sleeping in a long time, what’s up?”

“I just had to stop you from toppling over. You’re not okay.”

“With everything you’ve been through lately, of course you’re tired.”

“I heard you thrashing around last night. Nightmares? Is that why you’re so tired?”

“You know, you keep fretting over everyone else, but you won’t even take a second to relax, yourself.”

misc

(doze) : one muse falls asleep on the other’s shoulder

(tuck) : one muse finds the other passed out onto the bed, and tucks them in

(collapsed) : one muse finds the other passed out on the floor from exhaustion

(carry) : one muse finds the other after they’ve fallen asleep on a chair / couch, and carries them to bed 

(cover) : one muse finds the other asleep somewhere other than bed and covers them with a blanket / their jacket

(assist) : one muse finds the other so tired they’re having trouble standing and helps them walk somewhere to lie down

(comfort) : one muse has been having nightmares and unable to sleep, so asks the other to cuddle with them to help them drift off

[mrfrogmemes]

HELLO! Why Don't We Interact? Icebreakers.

Revised, inspired by numerous other memes I've seen around. Meant for muns to communicate on things that they might be unsure how to say otherwise.

👻 - I'm too anxious.

😮‍💨 - I'm worried about bothering you.

🧑‍💻 - You seem very busy, and I don't want to add to that.

😴 - I'd love to interact, but I'm very slow right now.

🗣️ - I'm slow / not writing much right now, but I'd love to plot something or just chat OOC.

🕵️ - I'm not sure what our characters would do yet (and need help figuring it out).

👽 - I want to write, but I'd rather use a muse who is on one of my other blogs, and you don't follow it.

🤖 - I like your writing, but I don't know how well it will mesh with mine.

🥴 - I tried to reach out before, and didn't hear back from you. I don't want to bug you!

🏠 - Life is getting in the way.

🤨 - I mostly reply to starter calls and open starters, and you don't post them.

🥲 - I mostly like to plot, and you seem to prefer other forms of starting something.

😆 - I mostly send meme prompts in, and you don't reblog many that make sense for me to send.

🫢 - I have an idea, but I'm nervous about sharing it.

🫶 - I'm on hiatus/semi-hiatus right now, but I want to eventually.

🤠 - You followed me first, so I was waiting for you to reach out to me.

🧠 - I need more help understanding your muse.

🫨 - You seem to have lots of friends / mutuals already, and I don't want to intrude.

🫣 - I mostly followed because I want to ship, and I don't know if you're going to be on board.

😦 - The character I followed you for is low muse rn.

🫠 - The character you followed me for is low muse rn.

🤕 - I want to write, but your formatting / prose is hard for me to see/understand.

🥶 - We used to interact and it kind of fizzled out, and I'm not sure how to start up again.

🤙 - I don't have the energy to continue our current plot, but would love to plot something else or timeskip.

👀 - I think I want to retcon our stuff and start anew if you are also down for it.

🏃‍♂️ - I dropped our thread(s) and don't have an idea for another thing, so I'm waiting until I do.

🏥 - My (physical / mental) health is fickle.

🙊 - You seem to prefer fast replies, and I can take weeks/months and don't know if you'll get invested in a thread at my pace.

👑 - I just haven't gotten around to it but I'm rooting for you!