#highstakcs

[spidersins]

@highstakcs husk: yep that's me. big homophobe.

❛ YA HEARD IT HERE FIRST FOLKS! ❜

[depascor]

"good boy."

sorry I had to, and I'm half awake ( @highstakcs )

⌖   𝒰NPROMPTED   ,   accepting   @highstakcs   .

❛❛   i’m   not   a   –   ❜❜

it   starts   with   enraged   denial   .   he   is   neither   good   ,   or   a   boy   (   at   least   ,   not   anymore   )   &   yet   his   breath   hitches   at   the   words   ,   only   proving   the   eldest   point   .   how   is   it   ,   that   by   association   ,   he   only   feels   𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑖𝘵𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝘵   when   thinking   about   it   –   it’s   unfair   .

but the   damned   man’s   voice   is   the   one   to   blame   ,   low   &   rumbling   against   his   guts   ,   a   balm   for   an   unquiet   mind   .   his   breath   ,   a   lingering   heat   pressed   to   his   nape   .   he   swallows   around   a   dry   throat   ,   &   tries   not   to   mind   the   𝑒𝑐𝑠𝘵𝑎𝘵𝑖𝑐   wag   of   his   own   tail   .

𝑤𝑟𝑒𝘵𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑   ,   𝑙𝑖𝘵𝘵𝑙𝑒   𝘵ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔   ,   deserves   to   be   cut   off   –

❛❛  why don’t you call   me   that   again   ,   &   i’ll   show   you   how   real   good   i   can   be   .   ❜❜

[he11bambi]

               holds his face gently. he's used to being bitten.

               THEY   LOUNGED   AT   THE   HOTEL’S   BAR   WHILE   THE   REST   SCURRIED   off   to   call   it   a   night.   That   was   fine   with   Alastor.   He   liked   the   stillness   and   the   quiet.   He   liked   it   because   he   didn’t   have   to   be   so   alert.   He   could   unwind,   let   his   muscles   relax,   and   let   that   devilish   smile   become   real.   

               EYES   CLOSED,   AND   EARS   LOWERED   WITH   A   GENTLE   SWAY   OF   his   body   due   to   his   mind   lost   to   the   jazz that played through the old radio.   Here   was   Alastor   Dumont;   a   sign   of   true   vulnerability   that   only   Husk   could   see.   How   different   and   true   you   are   when   you   trust   someone.   Trust.   Yes,   he   never   thought   he   would   ever   feel   that   way   ever   again—

               ALASTOR   FELT   HANDS   TAKE   HOLD   OF   HIS   FACE,   AND   THAT   made   his   skin   crawl.   Already   his   teeth   were   bared   to   rip   flesh   from   bone.   His   ears   perked,   eyes   shot   open   to   find…   Husk.

               RIGHT.   THEY   WERE   ALONE.   ALASTOR   ALLOWED   A   BREATH   TO   PASS   through   his   lips   that   had   been   accompanied   by   a   small   shudder.   Take   it   easy.   Instantly,   his   muscles   relaxed.   He   slumped   forward,   leaned   into   the   hold,   and   let   out   a   static   purr,   “   What   a   risky   move,   darling.   ”   Playfully,   Alastor   nipped   at   one   of   his   hands.

                                      @highstakcs braved the storm!

[bringsin]

@highstakcs

bright red, creamy lipstick is sported with a slightly wicked grin. it's the kind of lipstick that takes effort to get out of his fur if it smears, but today, that's exactly what he needs it for. he'll spend the time needed to get it out of husk's fur later.

"hey, daddy," angel greets, swiftly settling himself in husk's lap, straddling him so it'll be easy to do what he wants. his eyes are soft and adoring, voice sweet when he asks, "want some kisses?"

[ducktastic-dad]

@highstakcs  ;  Name: Husk. Age: Old enough. Do you like to cuddle?: Maybe. Can we make-out?: If you play your cards right. A night in or dinner out?: Whatever. I guess a night out wouldn't kill me. I'm already dead. Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Not my thing. What makes you a good Valentine?: I'm not. This would be a bad idea on your part. Would you cook for me?: I can make you a drink. That's about it. Would you let me cook for you?: ... Can you cook? Let's just get take out. (he's so good at selling himself...)    valentine's applications  ━  accepting.

❝    you  sell  yourself  too  short,  husky  !   ━  can  i  call  you  husky  ?   anyway  ━  my  sweet  charlie  speaks  very  fondly  of  you,  i'm  sure  you  have  plenty  of  reasons  you'd  be  a  good  valentine's  partner.  it  sounds  like  a   “  totally  chill  ”   time.    ❞

such  nonchalance,  very  appealing  !   (  and  lucifer  is  oh-so  lonely.  )

❝    consider  yourself  valentines-ed,  or.  .  .  whatever  the  term  is.  my  answer  is a  yes.    ❞

[voxxisms]

❛ here, have a drink on me. you look like you need it, buddy. i know i do. ha! ❜

he slides over a glass of bourbon. his own personal stock, the best money can buy.

@highstakcs

[stagred]

　@highstakcs CALLED IN for " THE SHIPPING SHEET! " : 🚢 obviously after so much plotting

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends contract to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between: established past, but new relationship?

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: Alastor will be mean~

[fizzapop]

He had arranged three stools in a row and stretched out across them. It was far from the most comfortable spot he'd ever found himself in, but given that he'd drank enough for the room to begin swirling in front of his eyes, it sufficed. Husk was truly a master at mixing his cocktails—laden with fruity syrup, an abundance of cherries, a dollop of whipped cream, and topped with a tiny umbrella. Perhaps he had a bit too much, but the presence of the Overlord provided a sense of security.

Speaking of Husk, in the midst of a conversation, Fizz's arm extended to towards him. It aimed for the feathered tail that casually swayed behind him as he engaged with a Shark at his blackjack table. The first attempt missed, but the second grasp was successful—not forceful, nothing that might hurt, yet firm enough to capture his attention.