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manifesting Hell's okayest Dad for season 2
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Ah. It clicked but it didn’t mean the feline appreciated it. “Ugh, shit Al, you think I want these fucking cat instincts? You think I want to be chasing a flashlight across the floor, or purring, or trying to groom people?” Both Alastor and Niffty had fallen prey to that more than once (and he’d fallen prey to a muzzle, subsequently….)
“It ain’t shit I want to do anymore than I’m sure you want to bleat like a baby deer!” Although that one was honestly hilarious. “I hate cats too, so that’s just a cherry on the shit sundae.”
Husk's deadpan stare followed his trail of coffee from where it traveled under the shards. He suddenly wished whatever he'd gotten the chance to drink would have been stronger.
"That you're a fucking asshole hellbent on making every moment of my existence miserable?" he drawled, turning his head towards his companion.
"Why don't ya enlighten me..."
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Husk's deadpan stare followed his trail of coffee from where it traveled under the shards. He suddenly wished whatever he'd gotten the chance to drink would have been stronger.
"That you're a fucking asshole hellbent on making every moment of my existence miserable?" he drawled, turning his head towards his companion.
"Why don't ya enlighten me..."
Husk didn't often drink what didn't come in a shot glass, a flask, or a wine glass, but when he did he had a mug he preferred more than the others.
It had a playing card motiff, simple spades, hearts and diamonds decorating it in a band of black and red. It was a cheap novelty thing, but that was besides the point.
"No no, don't you DARE-" Too late. The feline's nostrils flared in ill concealed rage as he turned slowly to that menace.
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Husk didn't often drink what didn't come in a shot glass, a flask, or a wine glass, but when he did he had a mug he preferred more than the others.
It had a playing card motiff, simple spades, hearts and diamonds decorating it in a band of black and red. It was a cheap novelty thing, but that was besides the point.
"No no, don't you DARE-" Too late. The feline's nostrils flared in ill concealed rage as he turned slowly to that menace.
Much like a cat would do to get attention Alastor was slowly nudging the mug next to him to the edge of the table. He didn't like the mug anyway so why not get rid of it. He smirks before letting it fall and smash. "Oops?"
#lmao this came to mind and I couldn't stop giggling#hope you're doing a bit better hun#radioaf#(husk)
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what if alastor's nipples are radio dials
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this is canon on this blog now
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"The only advice I have for you is: you're doing it all wrong." { To Charlie from Alastor ! }
"...........That's not advice."
Her voice has quite possibly never sounded more spiritually exhausted in her entire life.
#I had to search through so many icons for like a half hour#just to find one that screamed how done she is#mcltiples#(charlie)
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"Should I be concerned about this?" { To Rosie from Alastor }
"Ummm...nooooo?" It's said with very much hesitance as Rosie eyes the plume of dark smoke billowing from her oven. "Nah, I'm sure it's fine, Pumpkin."
Of course that's when the explosion goes off, Rosie having just enough time to snatch her friend from the path of it. "...Huh."
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"Oh, well, isn't that a cute display -- surely, it would be a shame if someone were to knock it over." { To Lucifer from Alastor xD }
He was having such a nice day too before the prick of the hour showed up in his room. Lucifer paused where he was painting his newest duck creation, eyes honed in on that asshole stalking his display.
"What a coincidence, I was thinking the same about your head," he drawled. "Be a shame if that got knocked from your shoulders. Don't you fucking try it, Bambi."
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kinda lowkey want some mental health threads that lead to fluff cause boy howdy my mental health is. not healthing today
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Niffty's shoulders fell slack with defeat and disbelief, clearly expecting some sort of kernel of wisdom, for Husk to have...some sort of answer. "But you always have advice." He was who she counted on for advice, as much as Alastor. (And Alastor's advice was normally just 'kill it' to whatever was giving her problems.)
But if Husk didn't even know what to do....was there an answer? Were they really that powerless? Her swimming eye turned back to the deer.
At least Alastor seemed more blissfully unaware of their turmoil for the moment. It was funny how barely even lucid, he'd still decided nothing was stopping him from getting what he wanted. And what he wanted currently, was to use Husk as a pillow.
She giggled slightly as he laid down on Husk like a deer would, arms and legs tucked up under him, loafing with his head down on the feline's chest. "It's weird having him go this long without talking." Their keeper never shut up. "...I guess our first goal should be to find out who owns him?"
The paw on his shoulder did provide a slight sense of temporary grounding through the threshold of his fear and panic as he stilled to allow the feline, defeated and cooperative. His fingers curled around the claws in his grip, almost curious at the contact that neither men really allowed themselves to have. …Rather, there was usually too much contention for them to think about it most of the time.
Niffty looked at the deer, that seemed much calmer now. For a minute anyway. All it took was for Alastor to hear the word ‘Master’ for hell to break loose again. It didn’t seem in this state he could understand much, but there were some feelings just ingrained into his soul, and the terror his ‘master’ invoked was one of them. Tendrils tried once more to summon, and failed once more. The deer let off noises of distress as he whipped his head around, searching. Searching for those ugly ruby red eyes in the floorboards, or in the walls. They were always there. Eyes, were everywhere, following his movement. Watching him.
“Whoa whoa!” Niffty yelped, all but leaping onto the deer to try and flatten him once more to the bed. “It’s okay, it’s okay! They aren’t here! He? She?” She threw pronouns around, watching the deer’s reaction, and noticed the wince at ‘she.’ Niffty pushed Alastor back down on the pillow, her heart breaking at the frightened grunts and pants that left the wide eyed creature.
“What…how did he…” She didn’t know what question to ask first, tears pattering the pillow and Alastor’s face like raindrops. He wrinkled his nose in distaste. “All these awful wounds were made by….who owns him?” she whispered, feeling a sick feeling curdling inside her gut. “But I’ve never seen…scars like these before. …What’s being done to him?” she croaked.
Alastor, who seemed to decide he was done being cooperative, as he tried once more to lay on his pillow. Husk.
#oh god that line of 'what good was he if he couldn't protect his family' killed meeeee#(niffty)#(alastor)#discoinfernos
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A snort of amusement leaves Alastor at the baby's miserable cry, and he dangles the little duckling by his pants, using the waistband like a yoyo and lightly bouncing him up and down.
"Then again, your crying is about as grating as it always is. What's wrong little duck? Did we wander too far out of the pond?" he drawls.

Oh dear … a spell gone wrong .. and now there’s a bby king of Hell wandering about .. they seem lost and confused.
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Spying her precious daughter hard at work, Lilith proceeds to place a cup of hot cocoa on the desk with whipped cream, before giving Charlie's forehead a kiss. "Take a break, my darling."
She's absolutely been working tirelessly, visible from her straw colored hair poking up at every angle, and coming out of her braids. The dark rings under her eyes likely give just as much away.
The scent of the wonderful hot cocoa makes her puppy like nose twitch in interest, Charlie perking immediately. "Oh Mom, thank you! That's just what I need right now!" She nuzzles her Mother's cheek.
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I'll probably be reblogging my commission post often
#cause you know time zones and people are on at different times#but I'll try not to be so annoying about it#(ooc)
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COMMISSION INFO (FINALLY)
So you guys remember the commission info I was going to post like months ago? Well I finally am posting it. Please consider reblogging!
For specific questions such as price quotes and everything I do and the range of styles and medium, dm me! There’s a LOT I do that isn’t listed here, including traditional art!
I also make emoticons with a transparent bg for platforms such as Discord! DM me for a price quote!
Here are other places you can reach me, but of course given we're on tumblr, tumblr dms is probably the way to go
TERMS OF USE (every invoice has this attached)
SO WHO WANTS TO COMMISSION ME SO I CAN GET A PRINTER AND OPEN MY SHOP
#commissions#commissions open#commission sheet#hazbin hotel#digital art#the printer I want is 500$ please help#I need to open my shop and also I want to work#who wants to commission me
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I'd vote Lucifer as president ngl
#he'd do a helluva lot better than what you poor eagles have now...#he'd cover the white house in ducks and make a national duck holiday#(dash commentary)
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alastor has the massive compulsion to torment lucifer more than usual today
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