#overlordhuskweek

[nmallenart]

Like I mentioned on a previous post, I decided to host my first fan event in two decades or so. Here is my prompt list and entries for Overlord Husk Week 2025!

[nmallenart]

Some fun Huskerdust before I dive into #OverlordHuskWeek

[nmallenart]

Doing a thing over on Bluesky! Come join us!

[unholyangeldust]

OverlordHuskWeek2025 Day 6: Wild Card - Dealer's Choice (You Choose).

Oneshot | Husk-centric | Pre-slash

Genderfuck Husk (he/him) | Nonbinary author

read “Don't Give A Hoot Nor A Holler Nor A Damn Nor A Fuck” here

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Cherri Bomb comes without him like she hopes to catch Angel Dust there beside Husk shooting the shit, and she joins Husk at the bar disappointed each time.

Husk covers a drink for her every visit; she spends enough at the tables offering a colorful array of recreational drugs that it serves his profit to motivate her to come around even with Angel ditching them her.

“I’m…worried about him,” Cherri admits in a mutter into her empty mug. “He’s never ditched me like this. Do you think Valentino…?”

Shrugging, Husk says, “Ain’t any of my business.”

She snorts. “You’re full of it, old bird. I know you care.”

“Sure I care.” Husk looks out at the floor. It’d taken him by surprise the first time she’d called him that - most go for the cat related nicknames, meant to mock him - before he figured out that’s another way to refer to women, where Cherri had come from. “Fucker keeps the ennui at bay.”

That has Cherri chortling to herself.

“He’ll turn up,” Husk says, confident. “If not here, then wherever the fuck else the two of you like to go. Even if he gave into Valentino.”

“He better not have,” she says, uncharacteristically serious. “I’ll kick his ass. That smooth-talking dickhead wants to cramp Angel’s style so hard he wouldn’t even be able to fuckin’ dance with me anymore!”

Husk smirks at her. “Can’t have Pentagram City robbed of your combined talents.”

Waving a hand his way, she pushes her mug back to him. “I’m gonna grab some chips.”

“Ya sure you don’t want to just give me your money now?” Husk mocks, sardonic, and she flips him off as she leaves the bar.

Cherri worries, but Husk refuses to. People come and go down here. Honestly with Angel’s penchant for self destruction, impulse, and running from his own emotions, it’s a miracle he’s lasted this long.

Husk catches himself missing Angel anyway. Especially his laugh - not the one he uses on clients. His real one.