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❝ wait are you jealous? ❞ from this!

"No!...Maybe. Shush."

Alastor pouted childishly before huffing and crossing his arms. He'd jerk his head to the side to hide the faint tint of red blooming over dark toned skin.

"I am simply...a tad bit envious. Sue me, darling."

#mexoria #he's so jelly #abububu

i miss drawing fanart a lot

#i’m very proud of our webtoon #but 15-20 panels a day does not leave a lot of room for fun #abububu #dis.txt #there was so much bg3 stuff i wanted to doodle but i’m always soooo exhausted and guilty

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We became chew toys 😂 #germanspitz #puppy #abububu #doglovers (at Royal Exhibition Building)

#puppy #abububu #german spitz #i think we're going to adopt one 😂

“Punch me,” Leo says flatly, tapping his own cheek with two fingers. “Go on then. Right here.” He guides Alastor’s hand up, positioning his knuckles properly, curling the fingers tighter. “Not like you’re swatting a fly. Make a fist. Thumb outside. You’ll break it otherwise.” He shifts his stance, boots scraping against the floor as he squares his shoulders. “Go on. I can take it.”

"I beg your pardon-"

Alastor blinked, bark brown eyes wide and curious.

He-...What?

"Are you mad? I can't possibly-"

But Husker was already giving him advice, taking his dainty hand and curling it properly into a good fist. The little brunette could do nothing but stare and watch the bartender manipulate his hand into the right form for a good punch. He'd bite his lip sheepishly, unsure if this was wise. "I-...come now, Husker. What if I hurt you? I'd feel dreadfully guilty for breaking something-" As if he could. Leo was built like a goddamn rock. If anything, he risked a better chance of breaking his hand over breaking Husk's face. Oh my...he was serious about this. Alright. Okay. Hmm. Yes. He could do this.

Huffing and growing determined, he'd roll up his sleeves and bring his hands up, fists inwards and stand shifting as well. "Very well, but let no man say I didn't warn you! I'll have you know I've had my bouts of fisticuffs before y'know!" And loss of course, he was a literal walking stick, but the less Husk knew the better.

Keeping what he taught in mind, the small little radio host would throw a swing, launching his fist in a right hook directly as Husker's cheek with a tiny squeaked war cry. He put everything in that punch in that little itty bitty first. All his might and strength and punched Husker right in the face!

#huskersgamble #babies first punch #abububu

Husker keeps the radio low, just loud enough to fill the cabin without drowning out the crackle of the fire. Alastor’s voice slides through the speaker, warm, polished, theatrical as ever, wrapping itself around Christmas Eve like it owns the night.

He leans back in the chair, one arm draped over the side, eyes half-lidded as he listens. It’s strange, he thinks, how a voice can sound so present while the person behind it is nowhere near. He wonders, not for the first time, how lonely a job like that must be. Talking to the whole world while sitting in a room by yourself. Everyone else gathered around trees and tables, laughing with family, while the radio host keeps the night company for people they’ll never see.

He wonders if this was how Alastor spent all his Christmases before he came into the picture.

The thought leaves a quiet ache in his chest.

When the show winds down, Husker gets up and pours the eggnog. He sets the glass on the small table beside Alastor’s favorite couch, just where he’ll see it first. The fire pops softly. The cabin smells like pine and spice and something almost like home.

He doesn’t have to wait long.

The door opens, cold air slipping in with Alastor as he steps inside. Husker looks up to greet him.

"And remember folks to leave out those milk and cookies for old Saint Nick himself!" Came the happy jolly voice on the radio.

"Now i'll be settling down for some Christmas Cheer myself ladies and gents! It's been an honor to have your ear this festive season and I do hope you all have a merry Christmas! This is your lovely host Alastor LaRoche signing off and I'll be seeing you soon~" He'd purr, his voice crackling sweetly.

"May you all have a Merry Christmas Nola! And a very goodnight!"

The broadcast would end then with a happy little jingle then, Husker's cue that his darling would be returning home soon.

As expected the young brunette would make himself back to his cabin, bundled up in a nice burgundy scarf. As he entered, the small man would sigh, tapping shirt off his heels and brushing a hand through his tight chocolate curls. "Daaarling i'm hooooome!" Alastor would call out with a gleeful little wave in greeting.

"Ooooh?" Stepping inside and closing the door, Alastor would stride over to his couch and see the offered eggnog waiting for him. He'd giggle some and pick it up pressing the mug close to his chest in a cradle before bending down and gently kissing the side of Leo's cheek in gratitude. "Always spoiling me, darling. Thank you~" He purred before coming to sit besides Husker by the fire and leaning against him with a pleasant little purr.

"Merry Christmas, dear~"

#huskersgamble #abububu

@killjoysnoise replied: she smoochin

Alastor gives a cute lil giggle at the smooch. He'll return fire, giving her a delicate little peck on her cheek in turn. "Thank ya kindly, sweetheart~"

#killjoysnoise #abububu

@voxnews Started following mic-check-smile

"Cher, I don't wanna alarm you but you have a picture boy for a head! Must be dreadfully heavy, old chap."

The young oblivious brunette would just cock his head to the side like a curious fawn, all smiles and bouncy curls.

#voxnews #look at this lil baby #abububu

🌹 [ niff's being a sweetie again! ]

"Hey, Nifft."

Vaggi giggled as she came to a kneel so she could be at a better size for the tiny demonness. Her hands clasped before her on her knees above her skirt. Was-...Was that flower for her?

"I-...for me? Are you sure? Oh c'mon Niffty, it's beautiful, hun." She'd chuckle bashfully before timidly reaching out to take the tiny woman's offered gift. A pretty rose, something so beautiful she didn't think Hell could make something like this down here, let alone keep it looking so fresh and pristine.

The young angel would gently press the petals to her nose, giving it's scent a gentle hum in approval before pulling it away to hold it delicately between her fingers.

"Niffty, it's so pretty...thank you, truly. Lil sweetie." She teased, leaning down in a dip to properly kiss Niffty's temple in an affectionate manner.