I wasn't gonna upload this because somebody (cough couch @chucklechampion) formed a friendship with Van and kept getting mentioned in this, but he so kindly gave me permission to post anyway, how thoughtful 🙄
I unfortunately was the victim of getting knuckled on my ribs like a fucking xylophone during this. It was my first time experiencing that, so if I sound so pathetically desperate, that would be why 😵💫
Hahaha you’ve asked for it! Hopefully you’re not too sensitive otherwise Jax is going to be exploiting it 👀 This will be the last audio until I’m back from my tournament so hopefully this and my last one will feed you in the meantime! I used a new Jax voice but it’s kind of high, I’m thinking of changing it but we’ll see. That’s tomorrow’s problem haha.
This was made for @weregonnaneedabiggerboat because their art?? Hello?? Top tier. Just look at the cover art made by them! Incredible! Go check them out.
Script is below the cut!!! Hehehehe
[Visual Note: Listener sits within their room in the Amazing Digital Circus, reading a book and relaxing on their bed. It was after yet another one of Caine’s wild adventures, and they are enjoying the peace and quiet. Of course, that wouldn’t last long with Jax around.]
[Audio Note: Knocking on door]
Jax: [calling out] Heya Bunny. You in there? Actually, dunno why I’m asking. Of course you’re in there. Open up.
[Visual Note: Listener makes no noise nor any effort to open the door as they continue reading.]
Jax: [sarcastic] What, giving me the silence treatment now, are we? Rude. I’m coming in anyway.
[Audio Note: Door opening, footsteps]
Jax: [scoffing] Oh, so this is what’s more important than answering me? A damn book? Lame. Give that to me.
[Visual Note: Jax takes the book from the Listener's hands, ignoring their protests.]
Jax: [eyebrow raised] What is this about anyway? Wait, wait, wait, let me guess. Some cheesy romance? That seems like something you’d be into. [glancing over some of the words] Give it back? Sure. If you can reach it. Oh, come on, Bunny. You gotta put in a little more effort than that. I mean, really, that jump was pathetic.
[Visual Note:Listener jumps higher on the bed, stumbling slightly in an effort to get the book]
Jax: [grinning] Pfft, careful, wouldn’t want you tripping and falling flat on your face. Not that I’d complain—I’d get a good laugh outta it. Ooh, so close. If only you weren’t so short, eh?
[Visual Note: Listener snatches the book with a huff and lays back in the bed, muttering under their breath.]
Jax: [mock gasp] Oh, look at you, all determined and feisty. Cute. But was it worth it? Let’s see…[pushing the book towards the Listener to read the cover] “A Love Across Dimensions”?! Pfft–okay, okay, this is too good. Lemme guess. Forbidden lovers, tragic separation, longing stares?
[Audio note: Bed squeak]
[Visual Note: Jax jumps to lay onto the bed beside the Listener as they glare at him]
Jax: [grinning] Oh, don’t look at me like that. You’re just proving my point. You totally eat this sappy stuff up, don’tcha?
[Audio Note: Page turning sporadically]
[Visual Note: Listener turns the page, ignoring Jax]
Jax: [feigned offence] Wow. Once again. Ignored. Just like that? After all the trouble I went through to come see ya, this is the thanks I get? [dramatic sigh] Man, you really know how to break a guy’s heart, Bunny. First, the silent treatment. Now, total disregard? I might just cry. [pause] Alright, since you’re so clearly invested in this, how ‘bout you tell me what it’s about? What makes this mushy-gushy, star-crossed whatever so good?
Jax: [smirking[ You know, if you don’t start talking soon, I might just have to start reading it to myself…out loud. [clears throat dramatically] “His gaze met hers across the endless void–”
[Visual Note: Listener hits him with a pillow]
[Audio Note: Pillow smack]
Jax: [laughing] Woah! Alright, alright! Guess I hit a nerve, huh? Didn’t take you for the aggressive type. But I finally got a reaction out of you. Knew you couldn’t keep sitting there ignoring me forever.
[Visual Note: Listener finally gives a brief, deadpan response.]
Jax: [Mock offense] Ouch. “Go away”? That’s all I get? And here I thought we were bonding. You wound me, Bunny. Really.
[Audio Note: Bed squeak]
[Visual Note: Jax flops onto his back dramatically.]
Jax: [slight pout] I hope you’re happy. I’m here bleeding out and you’re just sitting there. [glances at them] Wow. Nothing. You’re real stubborn today. You know, I could leave you to your overly dramatic romance novel…Or I could just stay right here and keep bothering you. [begins poking Lisenets side] Go ahead. See how long you can keep reading when I’m-
[Visual Note: Listener jerks away]
Jax: [slight confusion] Woah, Bunny. A little dramatic of a reaction there. I barely touched you. What’s with the ju mp? Eh? [pause, realization] Hold up…That wasn’t just annoyance. That was a reaction. [pokes Listener’s side again] Ohhh, no way–don’t tell me…[mischevious] Aww…is someone ticklish? [wiggles fingers threateningly]
[Audio Note: Bed squeaking]
[Visual Note: Listener moves to hide their face with the book]
Jax: [grinning] Oh-ho, Bunny, you’ve really done it now. You think you can just hide behind that book and I’ll forget? Nah, nah, you just made this way more fun for me.
[Visual Note: Jax suddenly pokes Listener’s side again, dragging out another involuntary twitch]
Jax: [mock gasp] Oh, this is golden. Come on, Bunny, just admit it. You’re ticklish, aren’t you?
[Visual Note: Listener shakes their head furiously, refusing to give in]
Jax: Ohhh, you’re really gonna play it like that? Fine. Have it your way.
[Audio Note: Rustling fabric, bed squeaking]
[Visual Note: Jax suddenly lunges, pinning the book down and launching a full-on tickle attack on Listener’s sides causing them to burst into laughter, squirming to escape]
Jax: [mock evil laughter] Ah-ha! You’re so done for now, Bunny! What happened to all that stubborn silence, huh?
[Visual Note: Listener continues laughing, trying to push Jax away]
Jax: [teasing] Oh, what’s that? You want me to stop? Hmm… I dunno. I’m kinda having way too much fun right now. Besides, we’ve barely even begun. What, you thought you could get away with not saying anything? Nah, I’m gonna hear you say it. Say you’re ticklish. Come on, Bunny say it.
[Visual Note: Listener attempts to say something, but is cut off by their own giggling]
Jax: [teasing] Nope, nope, nope. Not good enough. You gotta try harder than that Bunny. Come on, say it. I’m not going to stop until you say it. Come on, you’re really trying to hold out on me? That’s sweet and all, but it ain’t gonna work! You just have to tell me [pulls Listener into his lap] you’re [pins their arms] ticklish [digs into their underarms]. Just let me hear you say it.
[Visual Note: Listener finally manages to squeal out that they’re ticklish]
Jax: [gleefully] There it is! Finally, that wasn’t too hard was it Bunny? See, now we can have some real fun and figure out exactly where you’re most ticklish. Way more fun then that stupid sappy book. Where should I start? Huh?
[Visual Note: Listener tries to escape]
Jax: [grinning] Oh, Bunny, you’re not getting out of this that easy. I know there’s more. Maybe here—?
[Visual Note: Jax playfully squeezes their knee causing a squeal]
Jax: [laughing] What was that? Bingo! I knew it. Looks like someone’s got ticklish knees too!
[Visual Note: Listener writhes in his lap, attempting to wiggle free]
Jax: [laughing] Where ya going, huh? You’re trapped now! Shoulda just kept talking to me from the start, Bunny. But nooo, you had to be stubborn. And now look at you—completely at my mercy.
[Visual Note: Listener manages to shove at Jax weakly, still giggling breathlessly]
Jax: [teasingly sarcastic] Oh? Now you wanna fight back? Pfft. Adorable. But come on, Bunny, let’s be real—you’re losing this battle. Now let’s see…should I try your ribs? Tummy? Or maybe—oh! I know. The feet.
[Visual Note: Listener lets out a muffled noise of protest, curling up defensively]
Jax: [laughing] Ohhh, now that’s interesting! That little reaction just told me everything I need to know. You got something to hide, Bunny? Hm?
[Visual Note: Jax shifts, acting like he’s about to go for their feet, dragging out the anticipation]
Jax: [smirking] This is too good. You’re really nervous now, huh? I mean, I could just let you go, be all nice and merciful… but, honestly? This is way too much fun.
[Visual Note: Listener bursts into even more uncontrollable laughter as Jax strikes, thrashing to escape]
Jax: [mock evil] Ah-ha! Jackpot! That’s the spot, isn’t it? Oh, Bunny, you’re so doomed now.
[Visual Note: Listener, now out of breath, manages to plead for mercy]
Jax: [grinning] What’s t his? The mighty Bunny, finally surrendering? Begging even? Man, this is almost too satisfying.
[Visual Note: Listener laughing and pleading]
Jax: [laughing] This is too good! You’re this ticklish and you thought you could hide it from me? Oh, Bunny, that was your first mistake.
[Listener begs still, and Jax dramatically sighs, finally stopping, letting Listener catch their breath]
Jax: [smiling] Alright, alright. I’ll let ya off the hook… for now. But you better believe I’m keeping this little secret locked in my brain forever. Oh yeah, Bunny, you’re never living this down.
[Visual Note: Listener shoots him a glare and tells him off, still flustered]
Jax: [snickering] Ohhh, you’re threatening me now? That’s adorable, Bunny. Really. But let’s be real… we both know you’re too worn out to do anything.
[Visual Note: Listener catches their breath, rolling off of Jax]
Jax: [sighs] Welp, I’d say that was a great use of my time. Way better than reading some tragic lovey-dovey nonsense.
[Visual Note: Listener groans]
Jax: Oh, don’t act like you’re mad. You totally had fun.
[Visual Note: Listener suddenly gives him a look]
Jax: [brow raised] Huh? What are you looking at me like that for? Woah. Woah, wait, don’t you dare get any ideas– [nervous chuckle] Heh. Alright, Bunny, let’s just—uh—calm down, yeah? No need to do anything rash.
[Audio Note: Bed creaking, sheets rustling]
[Visual Note: Listener suddenly lunges at Jax and pins him down]
Jax: HEY—! [mock offense] EXCUSE me?! Where did this come from? I don’t remember teaching you to be so bold, Bunny!
[Visual Note: Listener smirks, wiggling their fingers over him]
Jax: [eyes widen] Oh. Oh, no. Ohhh, no-no-no—
[Visual Note: Listener pokes his side experimentally]
Jax: [jerks] HEY! Okay, okay, let’s—let’s talk about this! We can be reasonable, yeah?
[Visual Note: Listener shakes their head, grin widening]
Jax: [strained laugh] Come on, Bunny, let’s just—Wait, wait, wait—!
[Visual Note: Listener strikes]
Jax: [yelps] AH—! You—! Pfft— okay—alright—! T-Time out! Time out!
Jax: [laugihng] Bunny, I swear—! T-This—this is against the rules! [BLEEP]
[Visual Note: Listener tilts their head mockingly, clearly enjoying their revenge]
Jax: PFFT— Ohhh, don’t give me that innocent look! Y-You know exactly what you’re doing you [BLEEP]!
[Visual Note:Jax squirms under Listener’s relentless attack]
Jax: Alright, alright—! Truce! I said truce!
[Visual Note: Listener pauses, raising an eyebrow as if considering it]
Jax: [panting] Hah… okay… we’re good now, yeah? No more funny business?
Jax: [nervous chuckle] Bunny. Bunny. Let’s be civil—No wait—!
[Visual Note: Listener tickles him again, getting back at him fully]
Jax: [laughing hysterically] PFFT—! Okay—Fine—! I give! I give you menace!
[Visual Note: Listener finally stops, sitting back triumphantly as Jax gasps for breath]
Jax: [still laughing lightly] Hah… wow. Didn’t think you had that in you. I might actually be proud.
[Visual Note: Listener gives a smug look]
Jax: [grinning] Ohhh, now you’re just basking in it, huh? Look at you, all smug.
[Visual Note: Listener nods, still looking victorious]
Jax: [mock scoff] Tch. Unbelievable. One little victory and suddenly you think you run the place.
[Visual Note: Listener shrugs, casually flipping open their book again]
[Audio Note: Pages turning sporadically once again]
Jax: [raising an eyebrow] So that’s how it is? Just gonna ignore me now? After all that?
[Visual Note: Listener smirks but doesn’t respond]
Jax: [dramatic sigh] Wow. No loyalty. No respect. I get bested one time, and suddenly I don’t even exist anymore.
[Visual Note: Jax flops dramatically onto the bed beside Listener]
Jax: [muttering] This is what betrayal feels like…
[Visual Note: Listener rolls their eyes, nudging him lightly]
Jax: [grinning] Ah-ha! A reaction. Knew you couldn’t resist me for long, Bunny. Now then, you wanna read that book so bad? Then you better be reading out loud. [closes eyes] I’m listening.
[Visual Note: Listener huffs, clearly not giving in]
Jax: [grinning] Alright, fine. If you won’t read to me, then I guess I’ll just have to…
[Visual Note: Sudden movement as Jax leans in way too close, chin practically resting on Listener’s shoulder]
Jax: [smug] Read it over your shoulder instead.
[Visual Note: Listener stiffens, turning their head to glare at him]
Jax: [grinning wider] Ohhh, what’s this? Flustered? What happened to all that confidence, Bunny?
[Visual Note: Listener groans, pushing him away, but Jax just flops right back down beside them]
Jax: [sighs, feigning patience] Look, I’ll even be nice. You pick what part to read. But if you don’t… I will start guessing what happens next, and trust me, I’ve got some wild theories. [clearing throat dramatically] “As they stared longingly across the forbidden rift between worlds, his voice trembled with emotion—‘My love… I have waited centuries for this moment…’”
[Visual Note: Listener smacks him with a pillow again]
[Audio Note: Pillow smack]
Jax: [laughing] Hey! That was beautiful! You don’t appreciate real art, Bunny.
[Visual Note: Listener sighs heavily, finally giving in and flipping back a few pages before hesitantly starting to read out loud]
Jax: [grinning, settling in] There we go. That’s the spirit.
My friend came to my hotel and was just being mean as hell tbh literally did nothing to deserve this but below cut are descriptions of what he put me through
It's a little choppy because every time he comes over and I record us, he always has to say out of pocket shit or things that are about work and I gotta cut it lmao. But anyways... also so sorry for all the cussing
I left some of the banter in bc it makes me laugh w how dumb we are he is.
0:00 - 1:30: He hit his shin on the bed and I said "good" and so he demanded an apology by tickling my ribs until I said it. I can't help myself and called him a freak so once again I'm put through it on my ribs, sides, and hips before I give in. But one thing about me, I'm always gonna push it.
1:30 - 2:00: He switched over to my knees and calves which are really stupid and bad. He knows this and always targets them and somehow always manages to find the worst pressure points on them. It literally makes me scream and it's so stupid haha.
2:00 - 2:30: He decided he wanted to test out my ticklish spots because he claims I'm ticklish everywhere (he unfortunately isn't wrong lmao) so he starts at my feet, legs, knees, inner thighs, and hips.
2:30 - 3:10: He took a break from that to lay across my hips and tickle my thighs, knees, and feet and for some reason it was really getting me tonight. I started panicking because he wouldn't stop and it tickled so bad. Me saying “please please please” is him getting a really bad spot on my feet.
3:10 - 3:50: Back to testing spots. Except it's not even a test because he already fucking knows they're really bad lmao and it's not fair. He was just squeezing my ribs and sticking his hands in my underarms like obviously they're ticklish. Also blows my mind because he's not ticklish at all.
3:50 - 4:00: I had to edit the context because I was asking him a work related question but also making fun of how slow he reads and he lied to me about what I was asking and then told me he lied hence the "I fucking knew it". I also said he only read like 5 pages of his book in 3 days. But he started again on my ribs. He's literally obsessed with them and always tickles them so hard it gets me wheezing.
4:00 - 4:40: Me telling him how mean he's been and defending myself. He started squeezing my calves and I HATE when he does that because it feels so awful. At this point he's also straddling me and going between my ribs and hips so fast I can't keep up. He's really good at like digging into them so bad it gets me so fucking bad I hate him.
4:40 - 5:00: He loooooves making me say things. He wanted me to tell him how much smarter he is and was tickling my hips which are so fucking bad and get me to fold almost immediately. I do not stand by anything he forced me to say, btw.
Annnnnd yeah I really need to stop inviting him over 😭
So yee~ finally decided to try a little tword audio thing for he first time. (Don’t mind me talking very softly, my mom was in the other room sleeping and I definitely did NOT want her hearing this 😭) Anyways I hope you enjoy this lil thing <3
Okay guys…this is my longest and most intricate audio yet! I’ve got a little bit of everything going on and I really hope that the additional audio is more immersive and not too overwhelming! I absolutely adored this one and I really hope you guys enjoyed it. Please please give me some feedback on it in regards to if you found this to be too much, too little, etc etc! I thrive off of your comments because they help me improve and cater them better to all of your needs! Now enjoy some Huskerdust with a lil wrecked Husker (and if any of you catch my reference in the audio you’ve got to let me know hehe…)
The cover art was made by @giggly-tickles whom I adore, so go send them some love! Below the cut with the script you can find the full version, or go check out their Tumblr! Thank you so much you’re a legend 😭
Script and artwork below the cut!
[Visual Note: Husker is at the bar, finishing up a long shift. He grumbles as he sweeps up his feathers from behind the bar once again, wings twitching in irritation. Angel Dust sits across from him at the bar.]
[Audio Note: Sweeping, various bar sound effects.]
Angel Dust: [eyebrow raised] Damn Husky. What’s goin’ on with ya feathers? Ya sheddin’ ‘em like crazy! I ain’t ever seen you sweep up so many before. You goin’ bald?
Husk: [eye roll] S’ none of yer business, Angie.
Angel Dust: [pouting] Aw, c’mon Whiskers! Ya can’t blame me for noticin’. I mean, it’s hard not to when there’s a whole bird’s nest behind the bar. Seriously, ya sick or somethin’?
Husk: [gruff] I said drop it. It’s nothin’ you need to worry about. And stop calling me Whiskers.
Angel Dust: [mock gasp] Oh, excuse me, Baby Cakes! Didn’t know we were touchy tonight. Now spill. Can’t always be on my ass ‘bout talking feelings and not tell me what’s goin’ on.
Husk: [sighs, rubbing his temples] I’m not touchy, Ang. Just… tired, alright? Look, I’m almost done closing up shop for to night. Why don’t you just go to our room and I’ll meet you there?
Angel Dust: [grumbling] Fine. But I’m gonna figure you out, one way or anotha. And don’t take too long, old man. I get lonely without ya.
[Visual Note: Angel walks away to their shared room, muttering to himself.]
[Audio Note: Footsteps, fading bar noise, quietly additional approaching footsteps]
Angel Dust: There’s gotta be somethin’ goin’ on. Sure, he’s grumpy as Hell, but he’s never like this. Maybe I gotta look somethin’ up or-
[Visual Note: Angel, lost in thought, stumbles into Lucifer.]
[Audio Note: Stumble. Footsteps pause.]
Angel Dust: Shit-! [glancing down] Didn’t see ya there Short King. My bad.
Lucifer: [scoff] It’s hard to see where you’re walking when you’re too busy talking to yourself. What’s going on?
Angel Dust: [waving him off] It’s nothin’, okay? Husky is just…actin' weird tonight. Like, extra weird. Feels like there’s somethin’ off with him, y’know?
Lucifer: [slight grin] Eh. Shocker. I get where he’s coming from.
Lucifer: [brow raised] It’s molting season, Angel. It’s a natural process. Happens to demons with avian traits every so often. They shed old feathers to make room for new ones. I thought you two had something going on. Hasn’t he told you? Alastor uh…[clearing throat] helped me out last night.
Angel Dust: [eyes widen, realization dawning] Wait, what? Moltin' season? So that’s what’s been goin' on with him? [pauses] Why the hell didn’t he say anything? I coulda helped!
Lucifer: I mean preening is pretty…[clearing throat] I mean everyone’s wings are different.
Angel Dust: [squinting, smirking] Ohhhh, preenin’, huh? Is that what we’re callin’ it these days? What’d Alastor do, Luce, give ya a little feather massage?
Lucifer: [flustered, clearing throat] Ahem! I’m simply saying molting requires a certain… level of ca re. Especially for demons like Husk. It can be…uncomfortable.
Angel Dust: [laughing, leaning on the wall] Oh, I bet it can be. Don’t worry, Lucifer, your secret’s safe with me. Now I’m just wonderin’ how I’m supposed to handle my grumpy feather duster.
Lucifer: [irritated] I’d suggest you focus on your own partner instead of my affairs, Angel. Husk is stubborn, but I’m sure you’ll figure it out.
Angel Dust: [snickering] Sure, sure. Thanks for the tip, Baby Cakes.
Lucifer: [grimacing] Don’t call me that.
[Visual Note: Angel walks back to his shared room with Husk with a newfound confidence and plan - convincing Husker to let him help. He scoops Fat Nuggets up and lays on the bed with him.]
[Audio Note: Footsteps, door opening, door closing, pig oinking, bed squeaking]
Angel Dust: Fat Nuggets, baby! [leaning down to pet him, babytalking] We’re gonna help out ya daddy…yes we are…gonna get rid of that grumpy lil face-
[Audio Note: Door opening]
[Visual Note: Husk steps into the room still looking disheveled his wings twitching slightly as he glances at Angel and Fat Nuggets on the bed.]
Husk: [gruff] What’re you doin’? You havin’ a one-on-one with the pig about me now?
Angel Dust: [grinning, still petting Fat Nuggets] Maybe. He’s a good listener, y’know? And he doesn’t hide things from me unlike somebody I know.
Husk: [sighs] I ain’t in the mood for jokes, Angie. I’m beat.
Angel Dust: [patting the bed] C’mere, Husky. Sit your feathered ass down.
Husk: [narrowing his eyes] What’re you up to?
Angel Dust: [innocently] Who, me? Nothin’! Just thought we could have some quality time. Y’know, talk about stuff. Like…molting.
[Visual Note: Husk crawls into bed beside Angel]
[Audio Note: Bed squeaking]
Husk: [groaning] Dammit, Angel, I shoulda known you’d get it outta someone. Was it Lucifer?
Angel Dust: [snickering] Maybe. Short King’s got loose lips. [softly] Why didn’t ya just tell me, Husky? You don’t gotta deal with this on your own, y’know.
Husk: [shrugs, avoiding eye contact] Didn’t wanna make a big deal outta it. It’s just molting. Happens every so often, no biggie.
Angel Dust: [crawling over to him, kneeling in front of the chair] No biggie? Babe, you’ve been grumpier than usual, and I’m pretty sure you’ve been hidin’ how bad it’s buggin’ ya. C’mon, let me help.
Husk: [hesitating, wings twitching slightly] I don’t need help, Angie. It’s messy and…kinda embarrassing, alright? I don’t want ya seein’ me like this.
Angel Dust: [softly, reaching out to brush a stray feather off Husk’s shoulder] Husky, you’re actin’ like I haven’t already seen you at your worst. Hell, I practically live for the mess. Besides, isn’t that what we do? Look out for each other? You’ve seen me way past rock bottom before.
Husk: [sighing] You’re not going to let this one go, are ya Legs?
Angel Dust: [smirking] Not a chance. Now, lay down and let me get a closer look at those wings of yours. Trust me, I got magic hands.
[Visual Note: Husk hesitates, then finally gives in, lying down on the bed with his wings slightly spread out. Angel Dust grabs a soft brush from the nightstand and starts inspecting Husk’s feathers.]
[Audio Note: Soft rustling of feathers, gentle brushing sounds]
Angel Dust: [teasing] Damn, Husky, these wings are somethin’ else. Big, strong, and goddamn they need my TLC.
Husk: [gruffly] Shut it, Ang. Just do whatever you’re gonna do and quit yappin’- [few giggles]
[Visual Note: Angel continues gently moving around and picking apart the feathers, though now Husk begins to squirm]
Husk: [gruff, trying to stay composed] No. Obviously not. Just… finish the damn job, Angie.
Angel Dust: [grinning] Uh-huh. Sure. [deliberately brushing the sensitive area of Husk’s wing again] What about here? Oh, wait— there?
Husk: [giggling despite himself] Angie, cut it out.
Angel Dust: [laughing, feigning innocence] Cut what out? Babe, I’m just tryin’ to help you! You’re makin’ it real hard to focus with all that twitchin’.
Husk: [trying not to laugh] You know damn well what you’re doin’!
Angel Dust: [grinning wider] Ohhh, this is too good. The big, bad Husky’s got himself some ticklish lil’ wings! C’mon, Whiskers, just admit it—your tough-guy act’s fallin’ apart over here.
Husk: [gasping through his laughter, squirming away] Angie, shut up! You’re pushin’ it now, I swear to—!
Angel Dust: [laughing triumphantly] Oh, I’ve got you now, Husky! And too bad. I’m not stopping till I get all ya loose feathers out of there.
Husk: Shit! Angel, this is why I didn’t want to tell you, you little- [laughter]
Angel Dust: [grinning] You didn’t want to tell me because ya didn’t want me findin’ out ya just a sensitive lil cutie, huh?
Husk: [half-laughing, trying to stay in control] I'm not cute, and you better quit that before I—
Angel Dust: [giggling] Before you what? I’m just helping preen ya, you ought to be thankin’ me. I dunno what I’d do without these extra arms though, ya squirming like a damn worm!
Husk: [laughing] Thank you?! Angel, I didn’t sign up for this! Okay- okay stop it! This is fucking torture!
Angel Dust: [smirking mischievously] Torture? Babe, this is premium wing care—Angel Dust-style. Now quit wiggling. I’m almost done. Then I gotta remind ya where else ya sensitive-
Husk: [laughing] You fucking wish! No way in Hell am I letting you touch me again- ever! No more touching for you!
Angel Dust: [mock gasp] How dare ya revoke my kitty-pettin’ privileges! That’s it!
[Visual Note: Angel finishes preening - for the most part - and flips Husk onto his back]
[Audio Note: blanket movement and wrestling]
Angel Dust: [grinning] Now you’re really in for it Husky. I didn’t know ‘bout ya wings bein’ sensitive but I do know about-
Husk: [panic] Wait wait wait-!
Angel Dust: [laugh] Your hips.
[Visual Note: Angel moves one hand to squeeze his hips]
Husk: [shrieking] Angie! Angie no! You’re gonna kill me with this shit! I can’t breathe! It tickles! Fuck, it’s not funny!
Angel Dust: [laughing, his voice playful] Oh, but it is funny. Look at you, all grumpy and tough, but when I hit these spots? You’re just a cute witty kitty.
Husk: [managing to grab Angel’s wrist, panting slightly through his laughter] I said I’m not cute! If you don’t quit it right now, I will—!
Angel Dust: [smirking, leaning in close] You’ll what, Baby Cakes? You’re too busy laughin’ to do anything. Face it, I’ve gotcha right where I wantcha. Ya clearly ain’t as grumpy as before so I think I did somethin’. And this tummy is lookin’ like it wants some attention too.
Husk: [hissing through his teeth] Angel, fuck, no, no… I’m gonna—
[Visual Note: Husk tries to push Angel’s hand away, but Angel grins wider and gently presses on his stomach again.]
Angel Dust: [teasing] Oh, what’s this? You’re really not gonna— [pauses as Husk lets out a soft, involuntary purr] Ohhh… wait a minute… did you just… purr?
Husk: [flustered, voice strained] I didn’t… I didn’t purr, you little shit. Knock it off! [still giggling]
Angel Dust: [grinning broadly] Uh-huh. Sure, sure. But you did just purr. So ya lyin’ now. Thats a cute mix. Gigglin’ n’ purrin’ for me. [lightly pressing down on his stomach]
[Audio Note: louder purr slipping in]
Husk: [squirming, purring louder] Stop it! I’m serious, Angel! This is—this is—[laughing] okay, okay, I get it, I get it! I give! Angel-!
Angel Dust: Yeah? Admit it then, Whiskers. You love the attention, you loved me preening ya, you love me-
Husk: [laughing harder, eyes almost closing from how much he's squirming] Okay, okay, fine! I admit it! But you’re the worst!
Angel Dust: [laughing] Now that’s more like it! You’re a good sport, Husky. I knew deep down you liked it when I gave ya some care.
Husk: [gruff but still breathless] Oh, you’re so gonna regret this, Legs. You’re not the only one who can dish it out. Especially after all that bullshit.
Angel Dust: [giggling nervously] Wait, wait—hold on! Husky, we can talk about this—!
[Visual Note: Husk starts tickling Angel back, both of them laughing hysterically.]
[Audio Note: Feathers rustling, bedsprings squeaking, and confused pig noises]
Angel Dust: [gasping between laughter] Stop, stop! Okay, okay, I give! Mercy!
Husk: [laughing victoriously] Oh, no. You started this. You’re gettin’ the full treatment now, Angie!
Angel Dust: [gasping, laughing harder] You— [trying to squirm away, but Husk follows his movements] You’re evil! I didn’t think—! Oh God, please—! Mercy!
Husk: [laughing triumphantly] That’s what you get, Legs! I told you, didn’t I? No mercy.
Angel Dust: [gasping between laughs] I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I swear!
Husk: [stopping] That’s what I thought.
[Visual Note: The laughter fades into softer chuckles as they both collapse onto the bed, catching their breath. Husk’s wings relax, and Angel leans against him, still giggling faintly.]
Husk: [after a moment, quietly] Thanks for the help with these damn feathers, Angie.
Angel Dust: [softly] Anytime, Husky. Just don’t forget – you don’t gotta handle stuff alone. I’m here for ya, sheddin’ feathers and all.
Husk: [softly] Just... don’t tell anyone about this, alright? I’m not about to become the soft-hearted sap of the hotel. And I definitely don’t need anyone other then you using this shit against me.
Angel Dust: [whispering] Cross my heart, Husky. This stays between us... and Fat Nuggets. [laughs softly] He’s our little secret keeper.
[Audio Note: Soft oink]
Husk: [chuckling] That he is, huh? You really do know how to make a guy feel... less miserable.
Angel Dust: [grinning] What can I say? It’s one of my many talents. Love ya, Kitten.
Last audio of this week! I’ll probably go back to a few Hazbin ones after this because I know there’s a few of you out there that have been waiting anxiously for a certain someone to get wrecked. Don’t worry…it’s coming…hehehe. Thank you again for the ask @gaia-001 lmao like this script was one I wanted to do SO long ago and forgot about it (and please I’m sorry I didn’t use your prompt I swear I will if you want me to 😭)
In this one, since it’s my first go at an X Listener, the background is at the beginning of the script!
Script issss beeellloooowww the cut!
[Visual Note: Dimly lit daycare as the listener sneaks around, hiding from Moon. In this situation, the listener has been an Attendant working with Sun and Moon for a while now. They confessed that they had not been sleeping well. Moon, not impressed by the listeners' lack of sleep, decided to take matters into his own hands. This has led to him chasing the listener around the daycare in an attempt to get them to sleep with him on their shift. After all, he could have handled it without them.]
[Audio Note: Soft footsteps, jingles of bells]
Moon: Ohh, naughty, naughty little star…you’ve been up far too long haven’t you? Tsk, tsk…Do you think you can keep working like this? Not on my watch you see.
Moon: You know I’m going to find you. I always do. The longer you wait…well, let’s just say someone is getting hungry…
[Audio Note: Soft footsteps as Listener moves to another spot]
Moon: I’m sure you’re wondering who? Well, his goes by the tickle monster of course…and I don’t think it’s very wise of you to keep him waiting…
[Pause]
Moon: Hmm…I know you’re in here somewhere little starlight. I can feel it. I can hear it. Those little footsteps…little breaths…little…heartbeats…
Moon: You can’t hide forever…the tickle monster is just aching to scribble down your sides…tease those sensitive ribs…
[Visual Note: Listener tries to switch spots, climbing down the equipment and onto the floor, but…]
[Audio Note: Creak of a floorboard.]
Moon: A-ha! Got you.
[Audio Note: Two pairs of footsteps running.]
Moon: Run, run, little one! You won’t escape. You can’t escape the tickle monster! Hehehe…
[Visual Note: Moon manages to leap and tackle the Listener onto some soft mats…used for napping…oh he had this planned out the entire time, didn’t he?]
[Audio Note: Soft thud, Moon pinning Listenenr]
Moon: Got you, starlight…Now, what have I told you about skipping out on rest, hmm? Naughty Attendants that don’t take care of themselves know they’re going to be visited by the tickle monster, and yet…they still don’t sleep enough.
[Visual Note: He wiggles his fingers teasingly, as the Listener squirms below him]
[Audio Note: Faint jingling of bells]
Moon: Oh, you’re already squirming? But I haven’t even started yet! That can’t be good for you…
[Visual Note: He begins lightly tickling the Listener’s sides.]
Moon: Now then, let’s start with your sides…up and down…oh dear, you’re letting small giggles out already? Such a sensitive little star! I’m barely touching you. And you know the tickle monster is far more ruthless…
[Visual note: He moves to their stomach, now wiggling his fingers properly into them.]
Moon: Such a cute little tummy you have here…I just want to eat you up, starlight. But I can’t do that can I? So I guess I’m just going to have to pinch and tease around your stomach…right here…right there…keep giggling for me…
[Visual note: He now suddenly jumps to the ribs.]
Moon: I wonder…are you more ticklish here? Or…here? Right along those ribs of yours…oh, I think it must be a tie…wait…let me just go back down here…you know how thorough the tickle monster likes to be…and back up…I think we might just have to agree that your ribs are a tad worse, aren’t they?
[Visual note: He moves higher to the underarms.]
Moon: There’s that little squeal. Are these underarms of yours a weak spot? Perfect, let’s see how much you can handle if I dig into them right here…tickle, tickle, starlight…keep laughing for me…you can squirm all you want, but you’re not going anywhere! Naughty attendants that don’t sleep properly don’t get to escape their punishment…and the tickle monster is still hungry…
[Visual Note: He changes tactics, now gently tracing along the Listener’s chin and neck.]
Moon: Let’s go back to that light, teasing tracing…I need a second to digest those little laughs of yours…but don’t think your safe, my little star…the tickle monster has more he wants to do to you to really tucker you out…there we go…nice soft giggles…and…
[Visual Note: He moves down suddenly, to the Listeners knees and thighs, alternating between gentle squeezing and scribbling.]
Moon: Back we go! There are those satisfying laughs I love so much….I can see every ticklish spot…and guess what? They’re all mine to devour…you’re just full of surprises aren’t you? The tickle monster is oh so pleased with your laughter…and you’ve stopped squirming, now? Are you giving in? Getting a little tired?
[Visual Note: Moon moves lower…]
Moon: That’s what I like to see…tickle, tickle…lower and lower…I better make sure you’re all tuckered out…and what better way than to go for the ultimate weak spot? You’re little feet…
[Visual Note: Moon moves off the listener to lock their ankles in an iron-viced grip.]
Moon: Tickle tickle…so hysterical now, aren’t we? Shall we count your wiggly little toes? One…two…three…oh all ten of them belong to the tickle monster now! And they’re oh-so-ticklish, aren’t they? Why are you squealing so much? Can’t take a little tickling? You know you’ve earned this. Staying up too late, skipping out on your sleep…you won’t be so stubborn now once I’m through with you…
[Visual Note: The Listener now protests, attempting apologies through their laughter]
Moon: Ah, ah, no excuses now! The tickle monster won’t stop until your laughter becomes little breathless gasps…
[Visual Note: Once again, Moon switches his positioning, attacking any spot he can reach, causing the Listener to indeed become breathless]
Moon: You’re so ticklish everywhere! How delightful! Now then, my adorable star, it looks like you finally are learning your lesson. Will you be joining me and resting the night away? Do you think the tickle monster is satisfied with his meal? You do? You are all tuckered out now aren’t you…goood…maybe you’ll listen to be when I tell you to rest? Yes, you will? Such frantic nodding. But we all know you want to go through this whole process once more…don’t you? You love being tickled? That’s what I thought.
[Visual Note: Moon stops his tickling, shifting into a caring tone and settling the Listener onto the mat, stroking their hair.]
[Audio Note: Jingling fades.]
Moon: There we go…much better, isn’t it, starlight? Close those sleepy eyes…I’ll take care of everything now…there we go…much better, don’t you think? You’ve earned your rest. Let all those worries slip away…that’s right…drift off…there we are…good little star…Goodnight…
