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Day 5: Genderbend/Dress
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Husk week 2026!
Day 5: Genderbend/Dress
I love playing dress up w him <3
Artist and other categories!
Husk week 2026!
Day3: Overlord/glasses (yesterday)
Day4: Magic /
(DAY 3 IS THE ONE IM MOSTLY PROUD OF LESGOOOOO)
Artist and categories!
WARNING FOR BLOOD!!
Day 2: Collar/hypnosis
Eh, could've turned out better
Artist and other days!
Husk week 2026!
Day 1: Love in a bottle/Huskies
The artist an the categories!! :>
guys I love her so much you don’t understand😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍
SUCH A GOATED SHOW >:D Glad to see ppl still talk abt it!
*Long time ago, back in his glory, Husk owned a soul with a job of his personal medic. A goat like demon, who just arrived in Hell. The demon's name was Ogvile Rubokov. Ogvile noticed the only way to be respected(sorta) in Hell was to have a status. Overlord status. So, he begged Husk to be his worker of any kind in hopes to maybe pick up some stuff that get you that position. They were close, very close, however, Husk's paranoia made a whole new picture for Ogvile and Husk became distant. He thought his goat like best friend is more than ready to steal his position or values. Ogvile tried addressing Husk about it, and the result of that was a fight over which the friendship was broken.*
*As Husk's status was going down, Ogvile's dream came to reality. He became an overlord. At some point, even the strongest one in Hell. With such abilities of mind manipulation and power absorbing like sponge, Hell was at the threat of losing its people cause of his greediness. Fortunately, that fiasco never happened since something made Ogvile stop. He didn't give up his status nor power but just retired and was not seen in over 20 years or so. And Husk didn't know much, since Alastor hid most news from him*
*Now, in the present day, Husk was cleaning away the mess from glass. His work was stopped by a cheerful tone, which obviously belonged to Charlie. H turned around only to see...Ogvile. But now way older and...anorexic? The bags beneath dead eyes were dusty, his hooves were trembling with low energy, and now he even needed a walking staff. Both men just...stared at each other in shock*
(Hope its ok! :))
//Dude gimme more content on this OC! You gotta draw him or something!
Husk finally spoke up.
“Ogvile? What happened to you?”
"N-Nothing!" -*he immediately hid even more beneath the clothes. The anorexia has taken over his body and it was painfully obvious. Charlie wanted to say something when the old goat spoke again*
"I should be asking you the same thing..."
Husk immediately hurried out from behind the bar and went over to Ogvile. He wrapped his arm around the man to help him with balancing.
"Let's getcha' somewhere private," he said, his voice gruff but gentle.
*Ogvile pulled away, though his expression showed that action was forced. He truly did miss Husk, but his last experience with him poisoned his mind into thinking Husk hated him still. Charlie asked them what's wrong, only to get ignored again.*
"I-Im fine. Don't touch me..."
"Ya' look like you're gonna pass out!" Husk exclaimed. his voice was louder and gruffer. He usually showed concern a little aggressively, after all. "Let me help you!"
*Ogvile didn't even dare to deny Husk's help. He felt so cold to the touch, so boney. Not how Husk remembered him. His stare was aimed at the ground, ashamed and confused.*
"Why is he trying to help? Doesn't he hate me?" -the old goat wondered in his mind
Once again, Husk put his arm around Ogvile and began walking him towards the bar.
“C’mon. Lemme take ya’ to the back.”
*Both men were now inside the bar. Ogvile did not make a single sound, he was too busy trying to process his reunion with Husk. Memories of all the past, both good and bad, were like a hurricane storming through brain areas. He assumed Husk's emotions in such moment, but couldn't spend most of his thinking on them*
To Husk, everything was water under the bridge by now. He regretted how he had treated Ogvile. He regretted assuming the worst and pushing him away.
Husk led Ogvile to a small room behind the bar. It had an small couch, a counter, and boxes of booze. It was both a storage and break room.
Husk sat Ogvile down on the couch, and then sat by him, leaving some space between them both.
"What happened to you?" Husk asked softly.
"I uh...became an overlord just like you, remember? My...dream finally became the true..."-*despite the positive context of the sentence,.the tone it was announced by did not sound so joyful. If anything, it sounded...sorrowful and regretful.*
"And what happened to you..?"
"Alastor took my soul an' now I'm a bartender," Husk said offhandedly.
"But what I meant was what happened ta' make ya' look like this?! You look like yer starvin' to death!" Husk exclaimed
*Ogvile chuckled*
"Food hasn't really been on my mind lately... Do I look that bad..?"
"Yes! You do look that bad!" Husk exclaimed, his voice gruff.
He then took a deep breath, realizing that he was being too aggressive.
"Would ya' like me to getcha somethin'?"
"No. Just the keys to my room, if you dont mind." -*Ogvile slowly got up abd took his walking staff again*
Husk took the staff before Ogvile could grab it.
"No! You're no leaving 'till you get some food in ya'," Husk made his voice stern
*He sighed and just sat down again. Ogvile knew a lot about Husk, which included his stubbornness. If Husk wanted to do something, he will do ot one way or another.*
"Anything is fine, I ain't picky..."
Husk went over to the fridge and pulled out some leftover pizza. He then put three slices on a plate and stuck it in the microwave.
*Once the pizza was given, Ogvile immediately downed those 3 slices as if they were crumbs. Despite his goat form, teeth as sharp as knives stabbed through the dough and ripped it to smaller bits. The whole process was very messy and sudden for someone with age and power, Husk didn't know what to feel. Pity or disgust? Both? Ogvile gave him the plate with nothing else but crumbs on it.*
"Thank you. May I get my keys now?" -*the whole thing seemed to be embarrassing the old goat, and each outer characteristic was saying so.*
Husk nodded and gestured for Ogvile to stand up. He then led the old goat over to the front desk, and waited for him to sign in with Vaggi.
*The only room available in the moment Ogvile arrived didn't have the best conditions. One broken window, bed old for how long and closet woth barely hanging doors. Charlie probably forgot about it with everything going around. But surprisingly, Ogvile didn't mind. He just took the keys and sat on the bed of low quality.*
"Thank you..." -such greatfulness was unexpected in these conditions.
Husk let out a grumble at the poor condition of the room. “Alastor’s been draggin’ his feet on fixing this, as though he doesn’t have to do anythin’ other than wave his staff around.”
As long as it has a bed, it's more than enough." -*Ogvile smiled sincerely and immediately sat down. The only bag he brought to the hotel was sized half of Husk's height, which was unexpected for a face of high status. The bed was only a rusty mattress with no blankets and only one pillow. He dropped his body after a minute of sitting with a loud thud.*
“Let me grab Al. I’ll make him fix this.” Husk grumbled before hurrying off
"Husk there's no need! It's fine!" -*Ogvile tried stopping him, he really didnt need much*
"Just ask for a pillow is all if youre already going!"
Moments later, Husk was walking back with Alastor, who looked visibly pissed off despite his perma-smile.
The deer man walked into the hotel room, waved some shadows and glowing green waves around, and suddenly it was as good as new.
“Finally!” Husk grunted
Alastor just shot Husk a look before walking out.
"Thank you Husk." -*Ogvile bowed down and immediately went into the room. The doors made the sound of locking, and now there was complete silence. Only after 2 minutes could be heard the voices and music from an old fashioned TV Alastor put in the room aswell.*
*Long time ago, back in his glory, Husk owned a soul with a job of his personal medic. A goat like demon, who just arrived in Hell. The demon's name was Ogvile Rubokov. Ogvile noticed the only way to be respected(sorta) in Hell was to have a status. Overlord status. So, he begged Husk to be his worker of any kind in hopes to maybe pick up some stuff that get you that position. They were close, very close, however, Husk's paranoia made a whole new picture for Ogvile and Husk became distant. He thought his goat like best friend is more than ready to steal his position or values. Ogvile tried addressing Husk about it, and the result of that was a fight over which the friendship was broken.*
*As Husk's status was going down, Ogvile's dream came to reality. He became an overlord. At some point, even the strongest one in Hell. With such abilities of mind manipulation and power absorbing like sponge, Hell was at the threat of losing its people cause of his greediness. Fortunately, that fiasco never happened since something made Ogvile stop. He didn't give up his status nor power but just retired and was not seen in over 20 years or so. And Husk didn't know much, since Alastor hid most news from him*
*Now, in the present day, Husk was cleaning away the mess from glass. His work was stopped by a cheerful tone, which obviously belonged to Charlie. H turned around only to see...Ogvile. But now way older and...anorexic? The bags beneath dead eyes were dusty, his hooves were trembling with low energy, and now he even needed a walking staff. Both men just...stared at each other in shock*
(Hope its ok! :))
//Dude gimme more content on this OC! You gotta draw him or something!
Husk finally spoke up.
“Ogvile? What happened to you?”
"N-Nothing!" -*he immediately hid even more beneath the clothes. The anorexia has taken over his body and it was painfully obvious. Charlie wanted to say something when the old goat spoke again*
"I should be asking you the same thing..."
Husk immediately hurried out from behind the bar and went over to Ogvile. He wrapped his arm around the man to help him with balancing.
"Let's getcha' somewhere private," he said, his voice gruff but gentle.
*Ogvile pulled away, though his expression showed that action was forced. He truly did miss Husk, but his last experience with him poisoned his mind into thinking Husk hated him still. Charlie asked them what's wrong, only to get ignored again.*
"I-Im fine. Don't touch me..."
"Ya' look like you're gonna pass out!" Husk exclaimed. his voice was louder and gruffer. He usually showed concern a little aggressively, after all. "Let me help you!"
*Ogvile didn't even dare to deny Husk's help. He felt so cold to the touch, so boney. Not how Husk remembered him. His stare was aimed at the ground, ashamed and confused.*
"Why is he trying to help? Doesn't he hate me?" -the old goat wondered in his mind
Once again, Husk put his arm around Ogvile and began walking him towards the bar.
“C’mon. Lemme take ya’ to the back.”
*Both men were now inside the bar. Ogvile did not make a single sound, he was too busy trying to process his reunion with Husk. Memories of all the past, both good and bad, were like a hurricane storming through brain areas. He assumed Husk's emotions in such moment, but couldn't spend most of his thinking on them*
To Husk, everything was water under the bridge by now. He regretted how he had treated Ogvile. He regretted assuming the worst and pushing him away.
Husk led Ogvile to a small room behind the bar. It had an small couch, a counter, and boxes of booze. It was both a storage and break room.
Husk sat Ogvile down on the couch, and then sat by him, leaving some space between them both.
"What happened to you?" Husk asked softly.
"I uh...became an overlord just like you, remember? My...dream finally became the true..."-*despite the positive context of the sentence,.the tone it was announced by did not sound so joyful. If anything, it sounded...sorrowful and regretful.*
"And what happened to you..?"
"Alastor took my soul an' now I'm a bartender," Husk said offhandedly.
"But what I meant was what happened ta' make ya' look like this?! You look like yer starvin' to death!" Husk exclaimed
*Ogvile chuckled*
"Food hasn't really been on my mind lately... Do I look that bad..?"
"Yes! You do look that bad!" Husk exclaimed, his voice gruff.
He then took a deep breath, realizing that he was being too aggressive.
"Would ya' like me to getcha somethin'?"
"No. Just the keys to my room, if you dont mind." -*Ogvile slowly got up abd took his walking staff again*
Husk took the staff before Ogvile could grab it.
"No! You're no leaving 'till you get some food in ya'," Husk made his voice stern
*He sighed and just sat down again. Ogvile knew a lot about Husk, which included his stubbornness. If Husk wanted to do something, he will do ot one way or another.*
"Anything is fine, I ain't picky..."
Husk went over to the fridge and pulled out some leftover pizza. He then put three slices on a plate and stuck it in the microwave.
*Once the pizza was given, Ogvile immediately downed those 3 slices as if they were crumbs. Despite his goat form, teeth as sharp as knives stabbed through the dough and ripped it to smaller bits. The whole process was very messy and sudden for someone with age and power, Husk didn't know what to feel. Pity or disgust? Both? Ogvile gave him the plate with nothing else but crumbs on it.*
"Thank you. May I get my keys now?" -*the whole thing seemed to be embarrassing the old goat, and each outer characteristic was saying so.*
Husk nodded and gestured for Ogvile to stand up. He then led the old goat over to the front desk, and waited for him to sign in with Vaggi.
*The only room available in the moment Ogvile arrived didn't have the best conditions. One broken window, bed old for how long and closet woth barely hanging doors. Charlie probably forgot about it with everything going around. But surprisingly, Ogvile didn't mind. He just took the keys and sat on the bed of low quality.*
"Thank you..." -such greatfulness was unexpected in these conditions.
Husk let out a grumble at the poor condition of the room. “Alastor’s been draggin’ his feet on fixing this, as though he doesn’t have to do anythin’ other than wave his staff around.”
As long as it has a bed, it's more than enough." -*Ogvile smiled sincerely and immediately sat down. The only bag he brought to the hotel was sized half of Husk's height, which was unexpected for a face of high status. The bed was only a rusty mattress with no blankets and only one pillow. He dropped his body after a minute of sitting with a loud thud.*
“Let me grab Al. I’ll make him fix this.” Husk grumbled before hurrying off
"Husk there's no need! It's fine!" -*Ogvile tried stopping him, he really didnt need much*
"Just ask for a pillow is all if youre already going!"
*Long time ago, back in his glory, Husk owned a soul with a job of his personal medic. A goat like demon, who just arrived in Hell. The demon's name was Ogvile Rubokov. Ogvile noticed the only way to be respected(sorta) in Hell was to have a status. Overlord status. So, he begged Husk to be his worker of any kind in hopes to maybe pick up some stuff that get you that position. They were close, very close, however, Husk's paranoia made a whole new picture for Ogvile and Husk became distant. He thought his goat like best friend is more than ready to steal his position or values. Ogvile tried addressing Husk about it, and the result of that was a fight over which the friendship was broken.*
*As Husk's status was going down, Ogvile's dream came to reality. He became an overlord. At some point, even the strongest one in Hell. With such abilities of mind manipulation and power absorbing like sponge, Hell was at the threat of losing its people cause of his greediness. Fortunately, that fiasco never happened since something made Ogvile stop. He didn't give up his status nor power but just retired and was not seen in over 20 years or so. And Husk didn't know much, since Alastor hid most news from him*
*Now, in the present day, Husk was cleaning away the mess from glass. His work was stopped by a cheerful tone, which obviously belonged to Charlie. H turned around only to see...Ogvile. But now way older and...anorexic? The bags beneath dead eyes were dusty, his hooves were trembling with low energy, and now he even needed a walking staff. Both men just...stared at each other in shock*
(Hope its ok! :))
//Dude gimme more content on this OC! You gotta draw him or something!
Husk finally spoke up.
“Ogvile? What happened to you?”
"N-Nothing!" -*he immediately hid even more beneath the clothes. The anorexia has taken over his body and it was painfully obvious. Charlie wanted to say something when the old goat spoke again*
"I should be asking you the same thing..."
Husk immediately hurried out from behind the bar and went over to Ogvile. He wrapped his arm around the man to help him with balancing.
"Let's getcha' somewhere private," he said, his voice gruff but gentle.
*Ogvile pulled away, though his expression showed that action was forced. He truly did miss Husk, but his last experience with him poisoned his mind into thinking Husk hated him still. Charlie asked them what's wrong, only to get ignored again.*
"I-Im fine. Don't touch me..."
"Ya' look like you're gonna pass out!" Husk exclaimed. his voice was louder and gruffer. He usually showed concern a little aggressively, after all. "Let me help you!"
*Ogvile didn't even dare to deny Husk's help. He felt so cold to the touch, so boney. Not how Husk remembered him. His stare was aimed at the ground, ashamed and confused.*
"Why is he trying to help? Doesn't he hate me?" -the old goat wondered in his mind
Once again, Husk put his arm around Ogvile and began walking him towards the bar.
“C’mon. Lemme take ya’ to the back.”
*Both men were now inside the bar. Ogvile did not make a single sound, he was too busy trying to process his reunion with Husk. Memories of all the past, both good and bad, were like a hurricane storming through brain areas. He assumed Husk's emotions in such moment, but couldn't spend most of his thinking on them*
To Husk, everything was water under the bridge by now. He regretted how he had treated Ogvile. He regretted assuming the worst and pushing him away.
Husk led Ogvile to a small room behind the bar. It had an small couch, a counter, and boxes of booze. It was both a storage and break room.
Husk sat Ogvile down on the couch, and then sat by him, leaving some space between them both.
"What happened to you?" Husk asked softly.
"I uh...became an overlord just like you, remember? My...dream finally became the true..."-*despite the positive context of the sentence,.the tone it was announced by did not sound so joyful. If anything, it sounded...sorrowful and regretful.*
"And what happened to you..?"
"Alastor took my soul an' now I'm a bartender," Husk said offhandedly.
"But what I meant was what happened ta' make ya' look like this?! You look like yer starvin' to death!" Husk exclaimed
*Ogvile chuckled*
"Food hasn't really been on my mind lately... Do I look that bad..?"
"Yes! You do look that bad!" Husk exclaimed, his voice gruff.
He then took a deep breath, realizing that he was being too aggressive.
"Would ya' like me to getcha somethin'?"
"No. Just the keys to my room, if you dont mind." -*Ogvile slowly got up abd took his walking staff again*
Husk took the staff before Ogvile could grab it.
"No! You're no leaving 'till you get some food in ya'," Husk made his voice stern
*He sighed and just sat down again. Ogvile knew a lot about Husk, which included his stubbornness. If Husk wanted to do something, he will do ot one way or another.*
"Anything is fine, I ain't picky..."
Husk went over to the fridge and pulled out some leftover pizza. He then put three slices on a plate and stuck it in the microwave.
*Once the pizza was given, Ogvile immediately downed those 3 slices as if they were crumbs. Despite his goat form, teeth as sharp as knives stabbed through the dough and ripped it to smaller bits. The whole process was very messy and sudden for someone with age and power, Husk didn't know what to feel. Pity or disgust? Both? Ogvile gave him the plate with nothing else but crumbs on it.*
"Thank you. May I get my keys now?" -*the whole thing seemed to be embarrassing the old goat, and each outer characteristic was saying so.*
Husk nodded and gestured for Ogvile to stand up. He then led the old goat over to the front desk, and waited for him to sign in with Vaggi.
*The only room available in the moment Ogvile arrived didn't have the best conditions. One broken window, bed old for how long and closet woth barely hanging doors. Charlie probably forgot about it with everything going around. But surprisingly, Ogvile didn't mind. He just took the keys and sat on the bed of low quality.*
"Thank you..." -such greatfulness was unexpected in these conditions.
Husk let out a grumble at the poor condition of the room. “Alastor’s been draggin’ his feet on fixing this, as though he doesn’t have to do anythin’ other than wave his staff around.”
As long as it has a bed, it's more than enough." -*Ogvile smiled sincerely and immediately sat down. The only bag he brought to the hotel was sized half of Husk's height, which was unexpected for a face of high status. The bed was only a rusty mattress with no blankets and only one pillow. He dropped his body after a minute of sitting with a loud thud.*
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*Long time ago, back in his glory, Husk owned a soul with a job of his personal medic. A goat like demon, who just arrived in Hell. The demon's name was Ogvile Rubokov. Ogvile noticed the only way to be respected(sorta) in Hell was to have a status. Overlord status. So, he begged Husk to be his worker of any kind in hopes to maybe pick up some stuff that get you that position. They were close, very close, however, Husk's paranoia made a whole new picture for Ogvile and Husk became distant. He thought his goat like best friend is more than ready to steal his position or values. Ogvile tried addressing Husk about it, and the result of that was a fight over which the friendship was broken.*
*As Husk's status was going down, Ogvile's dream came to reality. He became an overlord. At some point, even the strongest one in Hell. With such abilities of mind manipulation and power absorbing like sponge, Hell was at the threat of losing its people cause of his greediness. Fortunately, that fiasco never happened since something made Ogvile stop. He didn't give up his status nor power but just retired and was not seen in over 20 years or so. And Husk didn't know much, since Alastor hid most news from him*
*Now, in the present day, Husk was cleaning away the mess from glass. His work was stopped by a cheerful tone, which obviously belonged to Charlie. H turned around only to see...Ogvile. But now way older and...anorexic? The bags beneath dead eyes were dusty, his hooves were trembling with low energy, and now he even needed a walking staff. Both men just...stared at each other in shock*
(Hope its ok! :))
//Dude gimme more content on this OC! You gotta draw him or something!
Husk finally spoke up.
“Ogvile? What happened to you?”
"N-Nothing!" -*he immediately hid even more beneath the clothes. The anorexia has taken over his body and it was painfully obvious. Charlie wanted to say something when the old goat spoke again*
"I should be asking you the same thing..."
Husk immediately hurried out from behind the bar and went over to Ogvile. He wrapped his arm around the man to help him with balancing.
"Let's getcha' somewhere private," he said, his voice gruff but gentle.
*Ogvile pulled away, though his expression showed that action was forced. He truly did miss Husk, but his last experience with him poisoned his mind into thinking Husk hated him still. Charlie asked them what's wrong, only to get ignored again.*
"I-Im fine. Don't touch me..."
"Ya' look like you're gonna pass out!" Husk exclaimed. his voice was louder and gruffer. He usually showed concern a little aggressively, after all. "Let me help you!"
*Ogvile didn't even dare to deny Husk's help. He felt so cold to the touch, so boney. Not how Husk remembered him. His stare was aimed at the ground, ashamed and confused.*
"Why is he trying to help? Doesn't he hate me?" -the old goat wondered in his mind
Once again, Husk put his arm around Ogvile and began walking him towards the bar.
“C’mon. Lemme take ya’ to the back.”
*Both men were now inside the bar. Ogvile did not make a single sound, he was too busy trying to process his reunion with Husk. Memories of all the past, both good and bad, were like a hurricane storming through brain areas. He assumed Husk's emotions in such moment, but couldn't spend most of his thinking on them*
To Husk, everything was water under the bridge by now. He regretted how he had treated Ogvile. He regretted assuming the worst and pushing him away.
Husk led Ogvile to a small room behind the bar. It had an small couch, a counter, and boxes of booze. It was both a storage and break room.
Husk sat Ogvile down on the couch, and then sat by him, leaving some space between them both.
"What happened to you?" Husk asked softly.
"I uh...became an overlord just like you, remember? My...dream finally became the true..."-*despite the positive context of the sentence,.the tone it was announced by did not sound so joyful. If anything, it sounded...sorrowful and regretful.*
"And what happened to you..?"
"Alastor took my soul an' now I'm a bartender," Husk said offhandedly.
"But what I meant was what happened ta' make ya' look like this?! You look like yer starvin' to death!" Husk exclaimed
*Ogvile chuckled*
"Food hasn't really been on my mind lately... Do I look that bad..?"
"Yes! You do look that bad!" Husk exclaimed, his voice gruff.
He then took a deep breath, realizing that he was being too aggressive.
"Would ya' like me to getcha somethin'?"
"No. Just the keys to my room, if you dont mind." -*Ogvile slowly got up abd took his walking staff again*
Husk took the staff before Ogvile could grab it.
"No! You're no leaving 'till you get some food in ya'," Husk made his voice stern
*He sighed and just sat down again. Ogvile knew a lot about Husk, which included his stubbornness. If Husk wanted to do something, he will do ot one way or another.*
"Anything is fine, I ain't picky..."
Husk went over to the fridge and pulled out some leftover pizza. He then put three slices on a plate and stuck it in the microwave.
*Once the pizza was given, Ogvile immediately downed those 3 slices as if they were crumbs. Despite his goat form, teeth as sharp as knives stabbed through the dough and ripped it to smaller bits. The whole process was very messy and sudden for someone with age and power, Husk didn't know what to feel. Pity or disgust? Both? Ogvile gave him the plate with nothing else but crumbs on it.*
"Thank you. May I get my keys now?" -*the whole thing seemed to be embarrassing the old goat, and each outer characteristic was saying so.*
Husk nodded and gestured for Ogvile to stand up. He then led the old goat over to the front desk, and waited for him to sign in with Vaggi.
*The only room available in the moment Ogvile arrived didn't have the best conditions. One broken window, bed old for how long and closet woth barely hanging doors. Charlie probably forgot about it with everything going around. But surprisingly, Ogvile didn't mind. He just took the keys and sat on the bed of low quality.*
"Thank you..." -such greatfulness was unexpected in these conditions.
*Long time ago, back in his glory, Husk owned a soul with a job of his personal medic. A goat like demon, who just arrived in Hell. The demon's name was Ogvile Rubokov. Ogvile noticed the only way to be respected(sorta) in Hell was to have a status. Overlord status. So, he begged Husk to be his worker of any kind in hopes to maybe pick up some stuff that get you that position. They were close, very close, however, Husk's paranoia made a whole new picture for Ogvile and Husk became distant. He thought his goat like best friend is more than ready to steal his position or values. Ogvile tried addressing Husk about it, and the result of that was a fight over which the friendship was broken.*
*As Husk's status was going down, Ogvile's dream came to reality. He became an overlord. At some point, even the strongest one in Hell. With such abilities of mind manipulation and power absorbing like sponge, Hell was at the threat of losing its people cause of his greediness. Fortunately, that fiasco never happened since something made Ogvile stop. He didn't give up his status nor power but just retired and was not seen in over 20 years or so. And Husk didn't know much, since Alastor hid most news from him*
*Now, in the present day, Husk was cleaning away the mess from glass. His work was stopped by a cheerful tone, which obviously belonged to Charlie. H turned around only to see...Ogvile. But now way older and...anorexic? The bags beneath dead eyes were dusty, his hooves were trembling with low energy, and now he even needed a walking staff. Both men just...stared at each other in shock*
(Hope its ok! :))
//Dude gimme more content on this OC! You gotta draw him or something!
Husk finally spoke up.
“Ogvile? What happened to you?”
"N-Nothing!" -*he immediately hid even more beneath the clothes. The anorexia has taken over his body and it was painfully obvious. Charlie wanted to say something when the old goat spoke again*
"I should be asking you the same thing..."
Husk immediately hurried out from behind the bar and went over to Ogvile. He wrapped his arm around the man to help him with balancing.
"Let's getcha' somewhere private," he said, his voice gruff but gentle.
*Ogvile pulled away, though his expression showed that action was forced. He truly did miss Husk, but his last experience with him poisoned his mind into thinking Husk hated him still. Charlie asked them what's wrong, only to get ignored again.*
"I-Im fine. Don't touch me..."
"Ya' look like you're gonna pass out!" Husk exclaimed. his voice was louder and gruffer. He usually showed concern a little aggressively, after all. "Let me help you!"
*Ogvile didn't even dare to deny Husk's help. He felt so cold to the touch, so boney. Not how Husk remembered him. His stare was aimed at the ground, ashamed and confused.*
"Why is he trying to help? Doesn't he hate me?" -the old goat wondered in his mind
Once again, Husk put his arm around Ogvile and began walking him towards the bar.
“C’mon. Lemme take ya’ to the back.”
*Both men were now inside the bar. Ogvile did not make a single sound, he was too busy trying to process his reunion with Husk. Memories of all the past, both good and bad, were like a hurricane storming through brain areas. He assumed Husk's emotions in such moment, but couldn't spend most of his thinking on them*
To Husk, everything was water under the bridge by now. He regretted how he had treated Ogvile. He regretted assuming the worst and pushing him away.
Husk led Ogvile to a small room behind the bar. It had an small couch, a counter, and boxes of booze. It was both a storage and break room.
Husk sat Ogvile down on the couch, and then sat by him, leaving some space between them both.
"What happened to you?" Husk asked softly.
"I uh...became an overlord just like you, remember? My...dream finally became the true..."-*despite the positive context of the sentence,.the tone it was announced by did not sound so joyful. If anything, it sounded...sorrowful and regretful.*
"And what happened to you..?"
"Alastor took my soul an' now I'm a bartender," Husk said offhandedly.
"But what I meant was what happened ta' make ya' look like this?! You look like yer starvin' to death!" Husk exclaimed
*Ogvile chuckled*
"Food hasn't really been on my mind lately... Do I look that bad..?"
"Yes! You do look that bad!" Husk exclaimed, his voice gruff.
He then took a deep breath, realizing that he was being too aggressive.
"Would ya' like me to getcha somethin'?"
"No. Just the keys to my room, if you dont mind." -*Ogvile slowly got up abd took his walking staff again*
Husk took the staff before Ogvile could grab it.
"No! You're no leaving 'till you get some food in ya'," Husk made his voice stern
*He sighed and just sat down again. Ogvile knew a lot about Husk, which included his stubbornness. If Husk wanted to do something, he will do ot one way or another.*
"Anything is fine, I ain't picky..."
Husk went over to the fridge and pulled out some leftover pizza. He then put three slices on a plate and stuck it in the microwave.
*Once the pizza was given, Ogvile immediately downed those 3 slices as if they were crumbs. Despite his goat form, teeth as sharp as knives stabbed through the dough and ripped it to smaller bits. The whole process was very messy and sudden for someone with age and power, Husk didn't know what to feel. Pity or disgust? Both? Ogvile gave him the plate with nothing else but crumbs on it.*
"Thank you. May I get my keys now?" -*the whole thing seemed to be embarrassing the old goat, and each outer characteristic was saying so.*
"TBG MERMAID AU"
Chapter 3- the hunter
TW/// BLOOD, GORE, DEATH, ARGUING, VIOLENCE, BODY DYSMORPHIA, YELLING, THOUGHTS OF SELF HARM, SWEARING, BUCK THUNDERS
All the things that made me enjoy this:
1) BUCK BEING A TRIGGER WARNING
2) Onsaay being called Sonia :3
3) Drill beimg disgusting
4) Shaard and Splaarghön duo
5) Dolores blocking Buck(now bomb his ass)
6) ESME BEING SECRETLY A SEA CREATURE OMG GEN LOVE THAT DETAIL
7) Don't feel bad for this chud, he killing sea creatures - 🔥🔥🔥
8) David U TRAITOR
9) Friendship between Esme and Shaard [*buys them therapy]
OMG TWIN I LOVE IT SM, THERE ARE A LOT OF AWESOME AND CUTE DETAILS EEEEEEE
*Long time ago, back in his glory, Husk owned a soul with a job of his personal medic. A goat like demon, who just arrived in Hell. The demon's name was Ogvile Rubokov. Ogvile noticed the only way to be respected(sorta) in Hell was to have a status. Overlord status. So, he begged Husk to be his worker of any kind in hopes to maybe pick up some stuff that get you that position. They were close, very close, however, Husk's paranoia made a whole new picture for Ogvile and Husk became distant. He thought his goat like best friend is more than ready to steal his position or values. Ogvile tried addressing Husk about it, and the result of that was a fight over which the friendship was broken.*
*As Husk's status was going down, Ogvile's dream came to reality. He became an overlord. At some point, even the strongest one in Hell. With such abilities of mind manipulation and power absorbing like sponge, Hell was at the threat of losing its people cause of his greediness. Fortunately, that fiasco never happened since something made Ogvile stop. He didn't give up his status nor power but just retired and was not seen in over 20 years or so. And Husk didn't know much, since Alastor hid most news from him*
*Now, in the present day, Husk was cleaning away the mess from glass. His work was stopped by a cheerful tone, which obviously belonged to Charlie. H turned around only to see...Ogvile. But now way older and...anorexic? The bags beneath dead eyes were dusty, his hooves were trembling with low energy, and now he even needed a walking staff. Both men just...stared at each other in shock*
(Hope its ok! :))
//Dude gimme more content on this OC! You gotta draw him or something!
Husk finally spoke up.
“Ogvile? What happened to you?”
"N-Nothing!" -*he immediately hid even more beneath the clothes. The anorexia has taken over his body and it was painfully obvious. Charlie wanted to say something when the old goat spoke again*
"I should be asking you the same thing..."
Husk immediately hurried out from behind the bar and went over to Ogvile. He wrapped his arm around the man to help him with balancing.
"Let's getcha' somewhere private," he said, his voice gruff but gentle.
*Ogvile pulled away, though his expression showed that action was forced. He truly did miss Husk, but his last experience with him poisoned his mind into thinking Husk hated him still. Charlie asked them what's wrong, only to get ignored again.*
"I-Im fine. Don't touch me..."
"Ya' look like you're gonna pass out!" Husk exclaimed. his voice was louder and gruffer. He usually showed concern a little aggressively, after all. "Let me help you!"
*Ogvile didn't even dare to deny Husk's help. He felt so cold to the touch, so boney. Not how Husk remembered him. His stare was aimed at the ground, ashamed and confused.*
"Why is he trying to help? Doesn't he hate me?" -the old goat wondered in his mind
Once again, Husk put his arm around Ogvile and began walking him towards the bar.
“C’mon. Lemme take ya’ to the back.”
*Both men were now inside the bar. Ogvile did not make a single sound, he was too busy trying to process his reunion with Husk. Memories of all the past, both good and bad, were like a hurricane storming through brain areas. He assumed Husk's emotions in such moment, but couldn't spend most of his thinking on them*
To Husk, everything was water under the bridge by now. He regretted how he had treated Ogvile. He regretted assuming the worst and pushing him away.
Husk led Ogvile to a small room behind the bar. It had an small couch, a counter, and boxes of booze. It was both a storage and break room.
Husk sat Ogvile down on the couch, and then sat by him, leaving some space between them both.
"What happened to you?" Husk asked softly.
"I uh...became an overlord just like you, remember? My...dream finally became the true..."-*despite the positive context of the sentence,.the tone it was announced by did not sound so joyful. If anything, it sounded...sorrowful and regretful.*
"And what happened to you..?"
"Alastor took my soul an' now I'm a bartender," Husk said offhandedly.
"But what I meant was what happened ta' make ya' look like this?! You look like yer starvin' to death!" Husk exclaimed
*Ogvile chuckled*
"Food hasn't really been on my mind lately... Do I look that bad..?"
"Yes! You do look that bad!" Husk exclaimed, his voice gruff.
He then took a deep breath, realizing that he was being too aggressive.
"Would ya' like me to getcha somethin'?"
"No. Just the keys to my room, if you dont mind." -*Ogvile slowly got up abd took his walking staff again*
Husk took the staff before Ogvile could grab it.
"No! You're no leaving 'till you get some food in ya'," Husk made his voice stern
*He sighed and just sat down again. Ogvile knew a lot about Husk, which included his stubbornness. If Husk wanted to do something, he will do ot one way or another.*
"Anything is fine, I ain't picky..."
*Long time ago, back in his glory, Husk owned a soul with a job of his personal medic. A goat like demon, who just arrived in Hell. The demon's name was Ogvile Rubokov. Ogvile noticed the only way to be respected(sorta) in Hell was to have a status. Overlord status. So, he begged Husk to be his worker of any kind in hopes to maybe pick up some stuff that get you that position. They were close, very close, however, Husk's paranoia made a whole new picture for Ogvile and Husk became distant. He thought his goat like best friend is more than ready to steal his position or values. Ogvile tried addressing Husk about it, and the result of that was a fight over which the friendship was broken.*
*As Husk's status was going down, Ogvile's dream came to reality. He became an overlord. At some point, even the strongest one in Hell. With such abilities of mind manipulation and power absorbing like sponge, Hell was at the threat of losing its people cause of his greediness. Fortunately, that fiasco never happened since something made Ogvile stop. He didn't give up his status nor power but just retired and was not seen in over 20 years or so. And Husk didn't know much, since Alastor hid most news from him*
*Now, in the present day, Husk was cleaning away the mess from glass. His work was stopped by a cheerful tone, which obviously belonged to Charlie. H turned around only to see...Ogvile. But now way older and...anorexic? The bags beneath dead eyes were dusty, his hooves were trembling with low energy, and now he even needed a walking staff. Both men just...stared at each other in shock*
(Hope its ok! :))
//Dude gimme more content on this OC! You gotta draw him or something!
Husk finally spoke up.
“Ogvile? What happened to you?”
"N-Nothing!" -*he immediately hid even more beneath the clothes. The anorexia has taken over his body and it was painfully obvious. Charlie wanted to say something when the old goat spoke again*
"I should be asking you the same thing..."
Husk immediately hurried out from behind the bar and went over to Ogvile. He wrapped his arm around the man to help him with balancing.
"Let's getcha' somewhere private," he said, his voice gruff but gentle.
*Ogvile pulled away, though his expression showed that action was forced. He truly did miss Husk, but his last experience with him poisoned his mind into thinking Husk hated him still. Charlie asked them what's wrong, only to get ignored again.*
"I-Im fine. Don't touch me..."
"Ya' look like you're gonna pass out!" Husk exclaimed. his voice was louder and gruffer. He usually showed concern a little aggressively, after all. "Let me help you!"
*Ogvile didn't even dare to deny Husk's help. He felt so cold to the touch, so boney. Not how Husk remembered him. His stare was aimed at the ground, ashamed and confused.*
"Why is he trying to help? Doesn't he hate me?" -the old goat wondered in his mind
Once again, Husk put his arm around Ogvile and began walking him towards the bar.
“C’mon. Lemme take ya’ to the back.”
*Both men were now inside the bar. Ogvile did not make a single sound, he was too busy trying to process his reunion with Husk. Memories of all the past, both good and bad, were like a hurricane storming through brain areas. He assumed Husk's emotions in such moment, but couldn't spend most of his thinking on them*
To Husk, everything was water under the bridge by now. He regretted how he had treated Ogvile. He regretted assuming the worst and pushing him away.
Husk led Ogvile to a small room behind the bar. It had an small couch, a counter, and boxes of booze. It was both a storage and break room.
Husk sat Ogvile down on the couch, and then sat by him, leaving some space between them both.
"What happened to you?" Husk asked softly.
"I uh...became an overlord just like you, remember? My...dream finally became the true..."-*despite the positive context of the sentence,.the tone it was announced by did not sound so joyful. If anything, it sounded...sorrowful and regretful.*
"And what happened to you..?"
"Alastor took my soul an' now I'm a bartender," Husk said offhandedly.
"But what I meant was what happened ta' make ya' look like this?! You look like yer starvin' to death!" Husk exclaimed
*Ogvile chuckled*
"Food hasn't really been on my mind lately... Do I look that bad..?"
"Yes! You do look that bad!" Husk exclaimed, his voice gruff.
He then took a deep breath, realizing that he was being too aggressive.
"Would ya' like me to getcha somethin'?"
"No. Just the keys to my room, if you dont mind." -*Ogvile slowly got up abd took his walking staff again*
*Long time ago, back in his glory, Husk owned a soul with a job of his personal medic. A goat like demon, who just arrived in Hell. The demon's name was Ogvile Rubokov. Ogvile noticed the only way to be respected(sorta) in Hell was to have a status. Overlord status. So, he begged Husk to be his worker of any kind in hopes to maybe pick up some stuff that get you that position. They were close, very close, however, Husk's paranoia made a whole new picture for Ogvile and Husk became distant. He thought his goat like best friend is more than ready to steal his position or values. Ogvile tried addressing Husk about it, and the result of that was a fight over which the friendship was broken.*
*As Husk's status was going down, Ogvile's dream came to reality. He became an overlord. At some point, even the strongest one in Hell. With such abilities of mind manipulation and power absorbing like sponge, Hell was at the threat of losing its people cause of his greediness. Fortunately, that fiasco never happened since something made Ogvile stop. He didn't give up his status nor power but just retired and was not seen in over 20 years or so. And Husk didn't know much, since Alastor hid most news from him*
*Now, in the present day, Husk was cleaning away the mess from glass. His work was stopped by a cheerful tone, which obviously belonged to Charlie. H turned around only to see...Ogvile. But now way older and...anorexic? The bags beneath dead eyes were dusty, his hooves were trembling with low energy, and now he even needed a walking staff. Both men just...stared at each other in shock*
(Hope its ok! :))
//Dude gimme more content on this OC! You gotta draw him or something!
Husk finally spoke up.
“Ogvile? What happened to you?”
"N-Nothing!" -*he immediately hid even more beneath the clothes. The anorexia has taken over his body and it was painfully obvious. Charlie wanted to say something when the old goat spoke again*
"I should be asking you the same thing..."
Husk immediately hurried out from behind the bar and went over to Ogvile. He wrapped his arm around the man to help him with balancing.
"Let's getcha' somewhere private," he said, his voice gruff but gentle.
*Ogvile pulled away, though his expression showed that action was forced. He truly did miss Husk, but his last experience with him poisoned his mind into thinking Husk hated him still. Charlie asked them what's wrong, only to get ignored again.*
"I-Im fine. Don't touch me..."
"Ya' look like you're gonna pass out!" Husk exclaimed. his voice was louder and gruffer. He usually showed concern a little aggressively, after all. "Let me help you!"
*Ogvile didn't even dare to deny Husk's help. He felt so cold to the touch, so boney. Not how Husk remembered him. His stare was aimed at the ground, ashamed and confused.*
"Why is he trying to help? Doesn't he hate me?" -the old goat wondered in his mind
Once again, Husk put his arm around Ogvile and began walking him towards the bar.
“C’mon. Lemme take ya’ to the back.”
*Both men were now inside the bar. Ogvile did not make a single sound, he was too busy trying to process his reunion with Husk. Memories of all the past, both good and bad, were like a hurricane storming through brain areas. He assumed Husk's emotions in such moment, but couldn't spend most of his thinking on them*
To Husk, everything was water under the bridge by now. He regretted how he had treated Ogvile. He regretted assuming the worst and pushing him away.
Husk led Ogvile to a small room behind the bar. It had an small couch, a counter, and boxes of booze. It was both a storage and break room.
Husk sat Ogvile down on the couch, and then sat by him, leaving some space between them both.
"What happened to you?" Husk asked softly.
"I uh...became an overlord just like you, remember? My...dream finally became the true..."-*despite the positive context of the sentence,.the tone it was announced by did not sound so joyful. If anything, it sounded...sorrowful and regretful.*
"And what happened to you..?"
"Alastor took my soul an' now I'm a bartender," Husk said offhandedly.
"But what I meant was what happened ta' make ya' look like this?! You look like yer starvin' to death!" Husk exclaimed
*Ogvile chuckled*
"Food hasn't really been on my mind lately... Do I look that bad..?"
*Long time ago, back in his glory, Husk owned a soul with a job of his personal medic. A goat like demon, who just arrived in Hell. The demon's name was Ogvile Rubokov. Ogvile noticed the only way to be respected(sorta) in Hell was to have a status. Overlord status. So, he begged Husk to be his worker of any kind in hopes to maybe pick up some stuff that get you that position. They were close, very close, however, Husk's paranoia made a whole new picture for Ogvile and Husk became distant. He thought his goat like best friend is more than ready to steal his position or values. Ogvile tried addressing Husk about it, and the result of that was a fight over which the friendship was broken.*
*As Husk's status was going down, Ogvile's dream came to reality. He became an overlord. At some point, even the strongest one in Hell. With such abilities of mind manipulation and power absorbing like sponge, Hell was at the threat of losing its people cause of his greediness. Fortunately, that fiasco never happened since something made Ogvile stop. He didn't give up his status nor power but just retired and was not seen in over 20 years or so. And Husk didn't know much, since Alastor hid most news from him*
*Now, in the present day, Husk was cleaning away the mess from glass. His work was stopped by a cheerful tone, which obviously belonged to Charlie. H turned around only to see...Ogvile. But now way older and...anorexic? The bags beneath dead eyes were dusty, his hooves were trembling with low energy, and now he even needed a walking staff. Both men just...stared at each other in shock*
(Hope its ok! :))
//Dude gimme more content on this OC! You gotta draw him or something!
Husk finally spoke up.
“Ogvile? What happened to you?”
"N-Nothing!" -*he immediately hid even more beneath the clothes. The anorexia has taken over his body and it was painfully obvious. Charlie wanted to say something when the old goat spoke again*
"I should be asking you the same thing..."
Husk immediately hurried out from behind the bar and went over to Ogvile. He wrapped his arm around the man to help him with balancing.
"Let's getcha' somewhere private," he said, his voice gruff but gentle.
*Ogvile pulled away, though his expression showed that action was forced. He truly did miss Husk, but his last experience with him poisoned his mind into thinking Husk hated him still. Charlie asked them what's wrong, only to get ignored again.*
"I-Im fine. Don't touch me..."
"Ya' look like you're gonna pass out!" Husk exclaimed. his voice was louder and gruffer. He usually showed concern a little aggressively, after all. "Let me help you!"
*Ogvile didn't even dare to deny Husk's help. He felt so cold to the touch, so boney. Not how Husk remembered him. His stare was aimed at the ground, ashamed and confused.*
"Why is he trying to help? Doesn't he hate me?" -the old goat wondered in his mind
Once again, Husk put his arm around Ogvile and began walking him towards the bar.
“C’mon. Lemme take ya’ to the back.”
*Both men were now inside the bar. Ogvile did not make a single sound, he was too busy trying to process his reunion with Husk. Memories of all the past, both good and bad, were like a hurricane storming through brain areas. He assumed Husk's emotions in such moment, but couldn't spend most of his thinking on them*
To Husk, everything was water under the bridge by now. He regretted how he had treated Ogvile. He regretted assuming the worst and pushing him away.
Husk led Ogvile to a small room behind the bar. It had an small couch, a counter, and boxes of booze. It was both a storage and break room.
Husk sat Ogvile down on the couch, and then sat by him, leaving some space between them both.
"What happened to you?" Husk asked softly.
"I uh...became an overlord just like you, remember? My...dream finally became the true..."-*despite the positive context of the sentence,.the tone it was announced by did not sound so joyful. If anything, it sounded...sorrowful and regretful.*
"And what happened to you..?"
*Long time ago, back in his glory, Husk owned a soul with a job of his personal medic. A goat like demon, who just arrived in Hell. The demon's name was Ogvile Rubokov. Ogvile noticed the only way to be respected(sorta) in Hell was to have a status. Overlord status. So, he begged Husk to be his worker of any kind in hopes to maybe pick up some stuff that get you that position. They were close, very close, however, Husk's paranoia made a whole new picture for Ogvile and Husk became distant. He thought his goat like best friend is more than ready to steal his position or values. Ogvile tried addressing Husk about it, and the result of that was a fight over which the friendship was broken.*
*As Husk's status was going down, Ogvile's dream came to reality. He became an overlord. At some point, even the strongest one in Hell. With such abilities of mind manipulation and power absorbing like sponge, Hell was at the threat of losing its people cause of his greediness. Fortunately, that fiasco never happened since something made Ogvile stop. He didn't give up his status nor power but just retired and was not seen in over 20 years or so. And Husk didn't know much, since Alastor hid most news from him*
*Now, in the present day, Husk was cleaning away the mess from glass. His work was stopped by a cheerful tone, which obviously belonged to Charlie. H turned around only to see...Ogvile. But now way older and...anorexic? The bags beneath dead eyes were dusty, his hooves were trembling with low energy, and now he even needed a walking staff. Both men just...stared at each other in shock*
(Hope its ok! :))
//Dude gimme more content on this OC! You gotta draw him or something!
Husk finally spoke up.
“Ogvile? What happened to you?”
"N-Nothing!" -*he immediately hid even more beneath the clothes. The anorexia has taken over his body and it was painfully obvious. Charlie wanted to say something when the old goat spoke again*
"I should be asking you the same thing..."
Husk immediately hurried out from behind the bar and went over to Ogvile. He wrapped his arm around the man to help him with balancing.
"Let's getcha' somewhere private," he said, his voice gruff but gentle.
*Ogvile pulled away, though his expression showed that action was forced. He truly did miss Husk, but his last experience with him poisoned his mind into thinking Husk hated him still. Charlie asked them what's wrong, only to get ignored again.*
"I-Im fine. Don't touch me..."
"Ya' look like you're gonna pass out!" Husk exclaimed. his voice was louder and gruffer. He usually showed concern a little aggressively, after all. "Let me help you!"
*Ogvile didn't even dare to deny Husk's help. He felt so cold to the touch, so boney. Not how Husk remembered him. His stare was aimed at the ground, ashamed and confused.*
"Why is he trying to help? Doesn't he hate me?" -the old goat wondered in his mind
Once again, Husk put his arm around Ogvile and began walking him towards the bar.
“C’mon. Lemme take ya’ to the back.”
*Ogvile leaned into the touch, it was like an action he couldn't stop no matter what. He was now sitting and waiting in the back of the bar, not making a single noise. Memories of the past were like a rushing hurricane through his head. Emotions such as longing, guilt, and bittersweet nostalgia pumped his exhausted heart. He couldn't lie, these situations with Husk were quite missed.*