sickly_victorian

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[s1ckly-v1ctor1an]

me asf bc it took me a couple hours to write chapter 1 of my fic & over a month for chapter 2

[tr3s-ch1c]

New fic #spielburgkillingmywriter'sblockomg

[s1ckly-v1ctor1an]

sooooooo my dumbass posted that to the wrong blog and I don't wanna redo it so I'm just gonna reblog it here :3

[s1ckly-v1ctor1an]

" Barkeep's Tales [oneshot]

? Hazbin Hotel

× Huskerdust

# fluff

!! Nowhere NEAR canon. I haven't watched the show much, this was just demanded of me by my friends.

!! I gave husk a non demon name bc I wanted to [ Leonardo-Alfonzo (Ardo) ]

!! Original character!! Ethol is named after ethanol because I'm boring and just needed a name.

!! This hasn't been proofread

Enjoy? Maybe?

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The door chimed softly as you entered one of Hell's many cheap bars. It was closing in a couple hours, but you had time. And money. You sat down and ordered something boring. The bartender introduced himself as Ethol and asked if you had any questions.

You, being the nosy bitch you are, asked about the hotel nearby. Specifically, if the alcohol there was any better.

Ethol shrugged with a laugh, but then spoke with a sort of conspiratory tone.

" I don't know much about the hotel itself, but a couple members of staff have stopped by every now and then. One of em in particular, actually. I think his name's Husk? Being a fellow bartender and all, he uh... Knew quite a lot, y'know? Made for some interesting conversation. When he and that uh, Angel character, when they finally made up it was over a drink, for sure. I knew Husk had been all over my vodka since they went on a break. Took a couple shots, ran some blackjack with that killer luck of his, walked back to the hotel that princess opened up. But before he left, we held a little conversation. For a, what, 60 year old fella, he's pretty pleasant to be around after some 200 proof. He was talkin about his boyfriend. Y'know, I thought it was kinda weird for his beau to be so young, but what do I know? Anyways, I'll tell you what he told me..."

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The two sat across from each other. Closed off. Tense.

The boys had known each other for a sizable chunk of time at this point. They'd been together plenty of times, gone on plenty of breaks. But still, they didn't consider the fact that a relationship meant at least a little commitment. Husk, a gambler, had a hard time committing to anything but his whiskey. Angel was literally a sex worker. The two didn't *click*.

Until they did.

Angel spoke first.

"...this whole thing we've got going on... it's.."

Husk filled in.

"Complicated? I know."

Angel exhaled, then continued.

"Look. I know I'm not much of a partner-"

"Tch, yeah. No kidding..."

Angel shoots him a glare.

"I'm tryin' to be open with you and you insult me?"

"Fine. Keep talking."

"As I was saying..."

Angel clears his throat.

" I don't know what we are. But if we're doing this, then it's gotta be real. This deal ain't one you can just...back out of, kitty."

Husk glared, as much as he could at least, but remained silent.

"Even if you fold...or you've got a bad hand..."

The two fall silent for a moment.

" You still gotta keep playing."

Husk let out a sigh that more resembled a groan.

" And what if this all is just... Casual. What if we're just meant to be friends?"

Angel breathes out a laugh.

" I've fucked enough of my friends to know that's bullshit. Are you in or out, playboy?"

Husk picks at the fur on his wrist for a moment, then replies.

"Fuck it. I'm in."

He continues before a word could escape from Angel's stupid grin.

" But you owe me for leaving all those times. Like a massage or something."

"Deal."

Husk stood, then Angel towered over him. The two walked together without much thought, chatting just under their breaths. They stopped at Angel's door.

" Sleep well."

Husk patted Angel's hand like a parent comforting their clingy toddler.

"That's it?"

And Angel looked down at him like he was crazy.

"...yeah? What else am I supposed to say?"

Angel shrugged, then pressed a gentle kiss to the tuft of fur on Husk's head.

" Whatever. Night, kitty."

He turned to leave, but stopped.

" But seriously, thank you...Ardo."

Husk froze where he was.

" No problem, Anthony."

The two stared at each other, before Angel's door closed and Husk was left on the other side completely alone.

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" And he said that's when he decided to come here. I'm not gonna lie to you, kid, that part confused the hell outta me. You've got one of the top actors downright letting you on em and you just... don't? Crazy. Plus he's got such a fancy royalty bar and he chooses this lousy joint? I know I'm a great conversationalist but that's just...I dunno. Weird."

The clock chimed. It was closing time.

"Well, you've got me rambling. It's closing time, bud. Sorry. Have a nice night."

You stood up and left after paying, unsure of what to do now.

You could continue strolling... or maybe visit the hotel yourself.

The only thing you knew for sure is whoever just started following you sounds a lot like the guy Ethol was talking about.

This totally won't end badly, right...?

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Thanks for reading!!

My motivation has been garbage lately so I have NOT been on my game...

Uhhhh stay peachy and I'll see y'all next time

[s1ckly-v1ctor1an]

Okay, so we all know about those fics where you're actively going against HR every freaking paragraph.

But hear me out, what if reader just happened to always be around when it's happening?

For example...

You're just walking through the halls of Random Business and suddenly you hear a meeting door close. You're a nosy bitch and you know no meetings were scheduled so you walk up and start listening. You hear...

That's the thing about...her. Unless you're her, you don't know her. Unless you're cut from the same cloth of whatever the hell happened, you're not getting close.

Just let me try.

I just don't want you getting hurt, again. You keep throwing yourself at people and hoping that they want you, instead of just-

Instead of just coming back to me.

And then you've just got your ear entirely against the door like " who the fuck?? this is against so many rules.." but you can't stop listening cause it's entertaining

I am so out of the writing vibes y'all, but stay peachy!!!

[s1ckly-v1ctor1an]

Still on KPDH....

I wanted to explore the idea of what the honmoon looks like outside of the setting of the movie, so here's a little unedited idea for y'all.

It's been a couple years.

The honmoon is sealed, maybe permanently. Jinu doesn't bother anyone from the sword. The new generation is more than the girls could've dreamed about.

But Zoey, Mira, and Rumi, have laid the legendary HUNTR/X to rest. They passed the hunter knowledge to their girls (RADAR), but the honmoon?

Something's changed without HUNTR/X there to overpower the competition. Celine and the girls can feel it.

After HUNTR/X faded from the spotlight, they decided to visit America. Zoey was less crazy than usual (somehow) and Mira was as supportive as she could be. I mean, she loved the styles she saw online, so it couldn't be that bad. And Rumi was only slightly panicked from the moment they left home.

Landing was the craziest part, though.

The girls noticed, as soon as they left the airport, that this place was nothing but music, lights, and advertisements. Something stood out, however.

The honmoon wasn't the platinum rainbow it was before.

Now?

Oranges, purples, a deep blue. Everything mixing and pulling and shining so brightly.

Zoey pointed at one of the boards nearby, displaying the charts. So many of them, all with millions of streams, all radiating energy that the girls could feel in full force. Typically the honmoon was a hum in their being, but here it was a loud, neverending pulse.

At the head of this?

Taylor Swift. Beyonce. Chappell Roan. So many women.

Of course, they'd always been popular. Just not as popular as HUNTR/X. But the honmoon here seemed to bend with these women. The color wasn't stagnant, ever. And it seemed to radiate from these artists.

It was gorgeous. It was all the girls had worked for. It was unimaginable..... It was.... perfect.

And it was a little overwhelming.

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that's all y'all

also idk what the new hunters would be called lowkey. I made up RADAR on the spot lmaoo

stay peachy !!

[s1ckly-v1ctor1an]

hear me out

sambucky except bucky has a sister (Red, yes it's a stand in for reader) and she's besties with Sarah

So like, buck simps for sarah and sam for red, but instead the guys just fall for each other while sarah & red have been together for like a year by the time the guys finally figure out they like each other.

and during the divorce the girls are actively planning their wedding while Red essentially bullies her brother bc obviously she's on her fiance & brother-in-law's side

I just think this would b really funny and I may actually write it

[s1ckly-v1ctor1an]

just a random idea;

Your pen moves quickly over the lined paper. The action demanded no attention as the words came out with no hitch, so your mind started to wonder.

Working with HYDRA wasn't exactly what I was expecting out of adulthood.

The door opened behind you. A roommate grumbling to herself as she fell into the couch, then the second telling her not to get blood on it.

Paperwork is definitely up there, though. Definitely ahead of these dumbasses.

As a former agent of S.H.I.E.L.D, I've had the very enjoyable task of kissing up to whichever avenger gave me the time of day. Which typically lingered at zero. Obviously.

However, you'd gotten lucky today.

But today was different.

Natasha Romanoff. That's what they call her, at least. Our files here are very different.

Now your mind's words matched what you had to write. Thankfully.

"She demands attention. Walks into a room like she owns the whole block and, with the length of the list of aliases she's got, I wouldn't put it past her.

But the infamous Widow has a weakness. I will find it.

She acts weirdly around me, however. Nicer than average, dare I say flirtatious.

I believe this will be of use to me.

End.

# H-11-S-Int / [ REDACTED ]

Day 1. "

The pen fell from your fingers with a soft click. You stacked the report on the corner of the rusty desk and then retreated to the closet space renovated as your bedroom, not bothering to say a word to the others.

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Idk I was bored and wanted to write something

stay peachy y'all

[s1ckly-v1ctor1an]

because I need the characters I love to suffer, here are some fun little head canons about their own little self critiques.

Warnings that come along with anything like this; offhand mentions of trauma and past abuse | onhand mentions poor self worth, suicidal thoughts/actions, etc etc etcc

Their primary HC is dotted :)

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Natasha

• she's been on the self-hate train. even before becoming a widow, she wasn't too fond of the body she was given.

- she hates mirrors. she can't look at them without seeing a monster, or blood that isn't there, or parts she knows damn well made her so successful in adulthood.

- she has a habit of hiding away in oversized outfits. at the very least, no form fitting clothes when she's alone. she can't bear the memories her own skin drags out.

- she has a constant fear that people know every last detail of her life. this makes her a tough nut to crack when it comes to interrogation, and intimacy.

- she wishes that someone new would see past the glamour. unfortunately they never do.

Clint

• he's.. pretty self actualized as far as anyone can tell.

- he says he's fine. he's not. Laura doesn't pry anymore and the only person who knew him well enough to know when he's lying is...well...

- he never truly hurt himself in a way that was visible. his demons come mentally.

- he feels like he isn't valid in struggling since he, well, killed people.

Bucky

• nobody gets to him anymore. he's said worse to himself.

- he spirals hard and limps up the staircase only to be shoved back down it over and over. like some kinda more horrific Sisyphus.

- he's a more stereotypical representation of the deepest, meanest, self-destructive parts of mental well-being. he's taken to punching brick walls with the metal arm just to feel something from that side.

- he so badly wishes that everything was a bad dream. he wants a peaceful life. that's it.

Tony

• he's horrible at looking inward until it essentially kills him. hubris is his fatal flaw, even though his wares put him in Hephaestus' cabin.

- his self loathing expresses itself in his inability to open up to anyone and self neglect.

- he tried to do better for Morgan. but he couldn't escape the thoughts that said he was responsible for each death in a war involving Starktech.

- he wanted peace. but is that really possible if you've inherited the legacy of an arms dealer?

Steve

• he struggled a lot with the change from sick victorian (😉) child to Captain America. he didn't see himself in his reflection.

- bucky got him through a lot, until the incident. from then on, he didn't forgive himself. crashing into the freezing middle of nowhere was a release for him. a redemption for his friend's "death".

- when he went back in time, he saved bucky. he had to. he wanted nothing but the best for his best bud.

- he told everyone that he'd spent his days with peggy simply because he thought it'd be the most expected. in reality, he spent the rest of bucky's life fighting injustice. that timeline is much better than the one he returned to.

- his biggest regret is trying to join the military. but he'd do it all again in a heartbeat for the planet he can't help but protect.

- correction, avenge.

Bruce

• he cannot stand being around people.

- everything in the world pisses him off. people fight without reason, hurt each other, hate each other. and it makes him break down.

- the only physical aspects are stretch marks and loose skin from becoming the hulk.

- otherwise ? well, he doesn't have an escape. all he can hope for is a natural death to come quickly.

- he just wants to feel like him for a full 24hrs.

[ Thor isn't on here because if I'm asked or feel like it I'm gonna put gods/godlike beings separate :3

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I will NEVER forgive Steve's ending. NEVER.

I feel like I could do a lot more with these honestly.

Anywho, sorry for not kissing the brick.

Have a looovely July if I don't see you again this month :3

Stay peachy !

[s1ckly-v1ctor1an]

I'm high-key still not fully satisfied with what I've gotten down for Nightmares

So I've created My Girl ♪ , which will probably just be a little collection of not super edited shorts.

Keep in mind these are SHORT shorts.

My friend's got me on the bucky train now (HAHA-) so here we go.

- [ Injuries /•/ My Girl ♪ ] -

James has a bad habit of worrying a little too much at any minor scrape.

He deflects the comments easily.

He's a scholar and a gentleman. He cares, sue him.

But today of all days you had to go and fall off a ladder. Don't ask how, or why, or really anything to do with it. But you fell straight onto the wooden floor.

Of course, Yelena peeped in after hearing the noise and only laughed at you. It totally isn't like she told you damn near a thousand times not to do it.

You rolled your eyes, groaning only slightly quieter than your bones. That's when a voice interrupted the curses one second away from leaving your lips.

" Sweetheart?"

Ah, your favorite beef slab. Fresh never frozen for the better part of ten years or so.

" You alright?"

You jumped as he appeared by your side, grabbing your arms and checking for the slightest chip in a nail.

"...fine, yes-"

Your voice cracked. Bruises were already forming and the pain (that adrenaline had fought off until this point) hit you like a heatwave.

" You clearly aren't. C'mon, kid. Get up, let's go get you checked out."

His grip on your arm didn't loosen.

" I'm perfectly fi-"

" Now."

You listened, joints resembling a rollercoaster buckle clicking as you stood.

Yelena shook her head. She was still giggling to herself, but y'know. Trying to keep up appearances.

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Turns out, you've got a broken leg. Well.

Black Widow (the sequel) hadn't stopped whispering I told you so. John, Alexei, and Buck had done their fair share of mocking, lecturing, and telling you it'd get better quickly. Bob...well ... he talked to you in the mornings.

Barnes, however, had gone full "doting mother". Bringing snacks, water, adjusting pillows, ice packs, everything a soccer dad would do seeing his stargirl get hurt in a game.

Well, if the game was a one sided fight between you and the floor.

It wasn't a lot, but you started to appreciate James more as he cared for your issue. Despite his past, he was a huge softie. And that came into play by way of very minor injuries.

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I need to get back to depressing shit. All this happiness is draining 🫩

anyways, in light of recent events I've come to remind you all that our voice is our power. Any act of creation is an act of rebellion against fascists and people who live solely to hate.

Have a nice pride month !! Au revoir :)

Stay peachy!

[s1ckly-v1ctor1an]

Here's a little bit of Sam's part in Nightmares (someone remind me to link that once I post the full thing) as a treat while I finish it up

!! [ Some minor TFATWS spoilers ahead

""[ Nightmares |★| Sam Wilson

But other than that?

Karli.

The Flag Smashers.

He could've done something.

He would've.

He swore on his life.

He would've done something.

But that wouldn't bring her back.

That wouldn't erase the memory burned so deep into his eyelids that when sleep finally pulled him in, the vision lingered. Her blood that painted her a martyr stained over and over again.

She was just a kid. Really, just a kid. Trying to do something good for the world.

And they knew she was right, didn't they?

They knew something the entire time. They knew Karli was correct, that every law they planned in advance would hurt more than help. That life was better during the blip, because Earth recovered. Because society, through it all, recovered.

But they sent Walker. And he didn't back off when told. And that's why Karli was dead. That's why Lemar was dead. If he would've listened they'd still be alive.

It was his fault.

Sam told himself that over and over.

But it didn't stop the regret. The guilt. The bloodstained title of Captain America. The broken hearts and promises. The lies.

The knowledge that one thing done different could've changed everything.

If they moved faster, hid the trail better.

If they'd just done a little more, it wouldn't have ended like that. If they had tried a little harder, it could've changed the world.

Could've saved a life.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Four hundred.

More than that.

And Sam knew damn well it wasn't his fault.

The world knew it wasn't.

But it didn't change a thing.

And it would never stop the nightmares.

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I am in fact a John Walker disliker.

Doesn't mean he's gonna be safe from my writing though!!! (wink wink nudge nudge)

But honestly, Sam's chapter is first because it's my personal favorite. In my opinion everything he goes through (and didn't sign up for btw) is overlooked a lot.

Also if I can make the five other Sam Wilson fans cry then my job is done.

[ Thanks for reading though!! Have a lovely day!!!

[[ and maybe consider reposting // following? :3

[s1ckly-v1ctor1an]

Thunderbolts* characters music hcs! :p

[ note - the top artists are based on YouTube Music use, not how much they truly listen to them!]

Whole team

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They don't fight for control of the music during missions often, but in the tower it's free game.

(except for Bucky's records. If he's playing a physical copy and you DARE touch it that means war)

Yelena

[ (⁠ノ⁠T⁠＿⁠T⁠)⁠ノ⁠ ┻⁠━⁠┻ ]

She's super into music. Anything is fire to her. Except for certain people. She's caught up on every controversy and knows each artist she listens to in and out.

She's a huge Paramore girl. She also has every poster and piece of merch displayed (much to the annoyance of everyone else). She forced the team into YouTube Music and hated Spotify with a BURNING passion. She managed to hack the system and get free YouTube premium and would do it again in a heartbeat.

Her top three artists are;

Paramore - 36 hours

Chappell Roan - 20 hours

Nirvana - 12 hours

Bucky

[[/⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ⁠\]]

He likes the "classics" and whatnot, but modern music has started to grow on him. Ever since Yelena got him into pop music, he's walked way over ten thousand steps daily to find new record stores around town.

He's a huge fan of Taylor Swift [gasp, I said it] and a lot of indie music. He's got record players EVERYWHERE.

His top three artists are;

Laufey - 4 hours

Taylor Swift - 3 hours

Conan Gray - 1 hour

Bob

[[[(⁠⊙⁠_⁠◎⁠)]]]

He can't listen to music that isn't mindless glitter pop. Songs that deal with heavy topics (drug use, abuse, etc) open old wounds that don't heal well.

Out of the few songs he can listen to without self-reflecting harder than a room of mirrors, his favorite is Super Bass by Nicki Minaj.

He listens to whatever people play around him. He doesn't have his own account.

Ava

[[[[<⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠↗]]]]

She's got everything that would illicit a preteen yelling emo memorized. And a hint of Renee Rapp. Just for fun.

Okay, and maybe a little pop music.

Her top three artists are;

Sabrina Carpenter - 31 hours (you will NEVER catch her admitting this though)

Måneskin - 30 hours

Twenty Øne Pilots- 12 hours

Alexei

[[[[[⊂⁠(⁠・⁠▽⁠・⁠⊂⁠)]]]]]

He's the BIGGEST pop lover ever. He blasts Taylor, Chappell, Charli, Bille, Renée, literally ANYONE.

He loves the dance trends and does them even though it looks like possums in a coat trying to pull off intense choreography.

His top three artists are;

Taylor Swift - 40 hours

Olivia Rodrigo - 31 hours

Renée Rapp - 29 hours

Walker

[[[[[[ᕙ⁠(͡⁠°⁠‿⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)⁠ᕗ]]]]]]

He has horrid music taste. It's the worst mix of hype alpha tech bro you can find.

He hates Taylor Swift with passion but everyone clowns on him for it.

His top three artists are;

Nickelback - 14 hours

Drake - 10 hours

Katy Perry - 8 hours (ever since he's said he likes her music AND the incident with the space thing, the rest of the team has started boycotting or yelling every time a song plays)

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thanks for reading through my yap !! have a lovely day