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In need of some SERIOUS cheer up t-words right now…

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Hi!! I love ur fics and was wondering if you could write a lee jax and ler pomni fic or a ler Jax and Lee pomni! Whatever you like more! Maybe the location being Spudsy’s (if you’ve seen episode 4 yet if not it can be any location) have an awesome day :))

OOOO.. perhaps. 🤔

again, I’ve never wrote tadc before, but I’ll see was I can manage!

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You should write something for Lee Jax…he NEEDS TO BE WRECKED

hm… maybe >:)

I’ve never really wrote tadc before so that should be interesting… but I’ll see what I can do! thx for the suggestion

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I’d never hurt you .

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ticklefic!

lee!xander & ler!taylor

tw: swearing, tickling, slight angst, abuse mentioning, ocs

please enjoy!

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it was 6:24pm.

xander was alone in his dorm room, he had finished all of his classes and was now finishing off an assignment that was due the next day.

it was quiet, aside from nirvana playing in his headphones.

until he heard a knock on the dorms door.. fuck.

“it’s unlocked.”

he answered disappointedly.

someone opened the door, Taylor.

“heyy xan!” they said cheerfully.

“taylor.” xander answered poorly, glaring at the pink haired weirdo.

“..okay..?”

rude?

“ is nicole not here? thought she’d be done with her classes by now..” they questioned.

“she is done. she went out with her friends.” he grumbled.

“ahh. so you’re just being a loner?” they teased.

xander didn’t replied, only scoffed and rolled his eyes, going back to writing.

taylor, being nosy, walked over to xander. looking over his shoulder at what he was writing.

“got a nose problem?” xander said annoyedly.

“no, just curious.” they replied nonchalantly.

taylor laid a hand on xanders shoulder, causing him to tense immediately.

“..you okay?” they asked.

xanders eyes widened as he cleared his throat.

“i- it’s nothing. fuck off would you? I’m busy.” xander grumbled.

taylor thought for a moment, remembering when xander(somehow) opened up to them, and how he used to get hit over.. like.. EVERYTHING.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, you know that right?” they asked.

those words made xanders whole world stop for a moment.

he didn’t think anyone cared enough to say anything like that to him, he was normally just tossed around like a rag doll. hit, punched, kicked, all of the above!

it was normal for him to assume that someone would hurt him at any moment, I mean.. how could they not? he was a dick! a cold hearted, uncaring, selfish peace of-

his thought was cut off by a small scribbling on his neck.

“earth to xan… you okay?” taylor asked.

“pfft- gehet!- off!-“ xander grunted.

xander grabbed taylors hand, which in return earned a poke to xanders rib with their other hand. now THAT made him squeak.

“fuhuck- gehet away!” xander said weakly, swatting at taylors hand.

“why? I gotta get ur attention one way or another! how else would I get you to talk?” taylor taunted.

xander twisted and turned in his chair, using every muscle in his body to hold back a laugh.

“yet you’ve gone quiet. welp, here goes nothing….” taylor said.

taylor then slipped their hand under xanders shirt, moving their hand to his tummy, lightly spidering their fingers along that area.

“waitwaitwaitwahahait!- TAHAHAYLOR!-“ xander yelped.

“there we go.” taylor smiled.

xander began giggling like crazy, it sounded adorable. especially out of a man who rarely even smiles.

his grip loosened on taylors wrist, which was a huge mistake.

taylor spun xanders chair around, kneeling down so they had better reach.

they continued the scribbling on xanders tummy, moving their hand to xanders hip and lightly squeezing. god, how the hell did this gumball bitch know where his weak spots were?!

“NONONOHOHO!!! TAHAHAYLOR!!-“ xander shrieked.

taylor giggled a bit, it was nice to see xander not tense. he looked better.. happy.

taylor scribbled his hand from xanders tummy up to xanders armpits, testing them.

why the fuck did he half to wear a sleeveless tanktop this ONE day.

xander squealed, like.. loudly. ear pitching type shit.

he couldn’t even get out a sentence, only giggles. sweet, high pitched, weak giggles.

“sheesh. I didn’t think you were so sensitive.. how does nicole not know about this?” taylor asked teasingly.

“YOHOHOU!- EHHEHEHE!- IHIHI HAHATE YOHOHUUHUEHEHEHEH!- AHAHAHA!-“ xander giggled out.

taylor gasped dramatically.

“ohoho you’ve crossed the line, pal.” taylor warned.

taylor lifted xanders shirt, leaning down.

what was he even gonna- no.. he wouldn’t. he can’t!

“wahahait wait tahahaylor! taylor plehehase!” xander pleaded.

“oh i can wait, ill just stay here for a moment!” taylor said cheerfully, knowing it would drive the poor boy up the wall.

they both sat there in silence.. well.. besides xanders weak airy giggles.

after about a minute, xander spoke up.

“ohokay.. okay… I think- I’m ready.” he said hesitantly.

“yeah? are ya?” taylor smirked.

the anticipation was TORTURE.

“yehes juhust dohoho it!” xander demanded.

“I mean..” taylor dragged, lightly tapping at xanders stomach.

“you did tell me “no” a few minutes ago..” taylor said sarcastically.

“TAHAYLOR.” xander yelled.

“fine fine.. if you want it sooo badly.” taylor teased.

without warning, he leaned down and blew a raspberry right on xanders navel.

and that was it. that’s all it took to get the LOUDEST shriek out of boy.

“EEEEK!- HEHEHEH!- NOHOHOHO!!- EHEHAHAHAHHA!-“ xander squealed out.

taylor blew one rasberry after another, scribbling their nails along xanders sides lightly aswell.

it felt like complete TORTURE. but for some.. odd.. like- REALLY ODD REASON.. xander didn’t hate it. at all. It was weird, because on one hand, he couldn’t fucking breathe. but on the other, it was refreshing. like a flashback to the childhood he wished he could have had.

after about a minute, xanders laughing became wheezy and weak, meaning he had had enough.

taylor stopped, taking their hands and lips(lol) off of xander and standing up.

“you feeling any better?” taylor asked, resting a hand on their hip.

“shuhut uhup.” xander mumbled.

taylor knew he did, he could even see a small grin on his face, and they didn’t even have to force it out of him!

“see? like I said… I’d never hurt you.”

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sillies ehhehehe

[sirhusk]

HEY YOU🫵

yes.. you.. the one literally reading this! did you think I was talking to the wall?

ANYWAY!! how would you like to join a discord server to make friends and shit!(not literally.)

BUT.. with a twist..😈

you see you silly little goof…. this is a server for the SFW.. tickle community!! it has a roleplay section also!! so that you can have a blast with the friends you make along the way!!

you can use any character.. hazbin, helluva, tadc, other fandoms i cant think of… AND UR OWN OCS!!

so, with that… I present to you.. MY DISCORD SERVER!!!!!!!!

I swear I’ll make sure you guys have fun!! you can invite ur friends also!! and remember.. SFW ONLY. I don’t wanna see art nor a roleplay with someone getting tickled in their no no square…….

BUT YEAH I THINK THATS IT!! PLEASE JOINNNN

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AAAA I LOVE THIS SOSOSOSO MUCH RRRHRJJDNDHD

lee vox supermancy ><

Follow up-follow up-follow up post. I just spent the last 4 hours on this guys I think I have a little bit of a problem, just a small one /s but yeah here's the promised revenge bit. Man can NOT handle his own medicine.

And now I will go sleep for a billion years and eat a basket full of eggs when I awaken because mmm iron deficiency.

[sirhusk]

NEW OCS(surprisingly not hazbin related.. woah)

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peeking in

HI

HELLLOOOOOOO

[sirhusk]

can u guys send me questions and stuff im bored(im making an oc but im still bored)

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BDHDJDJSJDB I LOVE THEM SM AAAA

Cheer Up, Kiddo

Back at it again! This was a request for an anonymous user, sorry for taking so long lovely! I tried to add in the classic actual laughing lines because I’ve never used them, but I’m not sure when it comes redundant haha. Enjoy some cute little grandpa Husk!

Word Count: 1272

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The bar was quiet for once. Normally it was buzzing with demons trying to drown their sorrows through cheap liquor, but tonight there was no sinner in sight. Not that Husker was complaining, he loved it that was. There was no noise, no annoying ass patrons, just him and his beer. He wasn’t paying much attention to his surroundings, assuming he could hear someone come in. Imagine his surprise when he turned around to see Charlie slumped on a bar stool, her usual radiant smile nowhere to be seen. Rather, her golden eyes were downcast and her shoulders slumped.

“Damn, say something next time kiddo. You’re going to give my old ass a heart attack.” He lets out a small scoff, jumping slightly. He grabbed a soda from below the bar, cracked it open, poured it into a glass, stuck a straw in it, and slid it over to her.

“Sorry,” came the quiet response as she glanced up at him. As the drink slid over to her she sipped it and mumbled a soft ‘thank you’ with a sort of melancholy that didn’t suit her usual bubbly personality at all.

Husk leaned over the counter, raising an eyebrow. “Alright Princess, what’s eatin’ at ya? You look like Angel after a long night with that damn moth.” He didn’t need to be a genius to notice that something was going on. Thankfully for him, Charlie was always an open book.

“I just…I thought I was making progress, but no one seems to even believe in the hotel! It’s so frustrating, Husk. I try so hard, and it feels like nothing I do is working!” She dramatically slammed her head against the counter and let out a long sigh.

Husk grumbled slightly under his breath. There was something about her droopy ears and defeated expression that tugged at his heart in a way that he didn’t like to admit. “Kid, sittin’ here mopin’ ain’t gonna fix anything,” he muttered as he crossed his arms and looked her up and down. “You need to lighten up. You’re doing great.”

Charlie glanced up at him, a weak smile now tugging at her lips. “I know you’re trying to help, and I really appreciate it, but I don’t think that’s possible right now.”

Husk scoffed, instantly stepping around the bar. “Not possible, huh? We’ll see about that.”

Before Charlie could respond, Husk was beside her and his claws scribbled quickly along her ribs. A startled high-pitched squeak escaped her lips as she instinctively jerked away from his touch. “Husk! W-What are you doing?!” A soft giggle slipped through her lips, the sound a glimpse of her personality coming back.

“Callin’ your bluff,” he stated as a slight smirk crept onto his lips. He squeezed her side once more, causing another flinch and small squeal. “Don’t think I didn’t notice how squirmy you get whenever Niffty pokes your side. I found a weak spot, didn’t I?”

“Husk! Stop it! It tickles!” Charlie giggled, as she tried—and failed—to bat his hands away from her sensitive sides.

“Yeah, that’s kind of the point,” he spoke in a purposely deadpanned tone, though he did chuckle despite himself. “So let’s get that spark back, yeah? Seeing you all down in the dumps is weird.” He effortlessly lifted her off of the stool and gently laid her on the ground.

Charlie squirmed in his grasp as he moved to pin her onto the ground. He sat beside her, keeping both of her small wrists in one hand. She turned to look at him. “Husk, you don’t need to-” she cut herself off as giggles began freely flowing as Husk resumed scribbling along her ribs.

“H-Husk! Stop it!” she pleaded between giggles, though her grin betrayed how much she was enjoying the distraction.

“Not a chance,” Husk replied with a sly smirk. “We’re just getting started, Princess.” He shifted his focus slightly, his claws moving to the soft curve of her sides just above her hips. The moment he started squeezing there, Charlie let out a surprised squeal, her legs kicking reflexively. “Aah! N-No, not there!” she gasped, her laughter growing more frantic as she twisted her torso to escape his grip.

“Oh, this is even better,” Husk teased as his grin widened. “This tickle more, eh? You got any worse spots?” He continued toying with the same spot, enjoying her squeaks and squeals far more than he would like to admit.

Charlie’s struggles became more desperate, her voice rising in pitch. “No! No, I dohon’t!”

Ignoring her protests, Husk chuckled and decided to experiment further. His claws shifted lower, targeting her hips directly. The reaction was immediate, as Charlie arched her back and shrieked with laughter, her face flushing a deep red. “Nohohoho! Husk! Not my hips! That’s the wohohohorst!”

“Yeah? Sounds like I’m right where I need to be,” he quipped, his tone dripping with mock seriousness. “Let’s see just how ticklish these are.”

He drilled his claws lightly into the sensitive bone, eliciting a string of giggles and frantic squirming. Charlie thrashed on the floor, her arms tugging uselessly against Husk’s firm grip on her wrists. “I c-can’t! Hahaha! It’s too muhuhuch!”

“Too bad,” Husk shot back, continuing his movements for a moment as she tugged desperately at her arms as he decided on a new spot. “I don’t think this is the worst spot on ya, though.” With a mischievous glint in his eye, he shifted his claws once more, this time aiming for her stomach. The moment he started tracing light circles around her navel, Charlie let out a squeaky, hiccupping laugh, her entire body curling instinctively.

“Ahahaha! Husk! Stahahahap! It tickles too much!” she cried, her voice breaking into helpless giggles. She twisted and turned, but Husk kept her pinned, his claws moving with deliberate precision.

“Looks like your belly’s a jackpot,” Husk remarked dryly, clearly enjoying her reaction. “But I’m startin’ to think there’s somethin’ even better…”

He leaned closer, his smirk turning devious. Charlie’s eyes widened as she realized his next target. “H-Husk, don’t you dare!” she managed to gasp out, her laughter momentarily pausing in anticipation.

“Oh, I dare,” he said with a low chuckle, his claws drifting toward her underarms. The moment they made contact, Charlie exploded into uncontrollable laughter, her entire body jerking violently as she tried to escape the onslaught.

“NOHOHO! Husk! PLEHEHEASE!” she screamed, her voice almost shrill with ticklish desperation. Her legs kicked frantically, and tears streamed down her cheeks from laughing so hard. “Not my armpits! I c-cahan’t take it! STAHAP!”

Husk finally paused, sitting back with a satisfied grin as he released her wrists. Charlie lay sprawled on the floor, panting heavily, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. Her hair was a mess, her cheeks were flushed, and her golden eyes glistened with leftover tears—but her smile was brighter than it had been all night.

“There,” he spoke in his old gruff tone, brushing his fur as if he didn’t just completely wreck her. “Now you’re not sulkin’. That’s an improvement.”

Charlie stayed on the ground as she caught her breath. “You’re ruthless,” she teased, the warmth in her voice betraying her gratitude. “But…thank you Husk. I needed that.” A smile graced her lips as she turned her head to look at him.

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, waving her off as he walked back around the bar. “Don’t make a big deal outta it.”

A small satisfied smile was present on his face despite the tone of his voice. Being around the hotel maybe wasn’t always a pain in the ass.

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As always, thank you for reading! I’m still working on the Radioapple audio script, so if anyone has any ideas they want to throw out there feel free :)

[sirhusk]

SILLIESSS

Just tickles just gettin tickle attacked xd

Heehee anygays enjoy art sigmas

[sirhusk]

THIS IS SOSOSO CUTEEE

(sir pentious at the bottom looks so silly)

👿🌈😇

Finally it's done T^T

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AAA I LOVE THISSS

platonic radiosnake my babies

A Laughing Matter

This one is for an anon that requested some Sir Pentious and Alastor tickles! I couldn’t help but do a little bit of both, and let’s be honest, Charlie would definitely be the cause of a little tickle fight between the two of them. Enjoy!

Word Count: 1644

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The Happy Hotel lobby was rather quiet one morning, which was unusual. Alastor sat in his chair by the fireplace, sipping tea with a calm demeanor that was somehow more unnerving than his usual grin. He was reading some old novel, humming a jazzy tune contently. Charlie glanced at him from across the room, analyzing him. She loved having Alastor around, his charisma was undoubtedly fun to…try to banter with, and his power was more than welcome when it came to executing her dreams of helping the sinners. However, the constantly radiating menace around him, intentional or not, was getting kind of exhausting.

She finally huffed, marching over to Alastor and disturbing the peace. “Okay, that’s it! We need to fix this! Alastor, you are too…serious! All the time!”

Alastor placed his tea on the small table beside his chair and lowered his book. He looked at her, and once again flashed his usual grin. His eyebrow raised slightly as his radio-static voice crackled, “My dear Charlie, I find this accusation most perplexing. I am the life of the party!”

Charlie crossed her arms and shook her head. “That grin doesn’t count. You have this air about you and I’ve decided you need to lighten up.” She paused for a moment before her eyes lit up. “Aha! I know just who can help!”

Before Alastor had time to protest, she marched out of the room. He watched her go with a brow raised, internally curious as to where this came from and where this was going. A few moments later, she returned with no other than Sir Pentious.

“Why, hello Alassstor! My greatessst mortal enemy!” Sir Pentious sneered, puffing out his chest. “It looksss like you require my expertissse!”

Alastor tilted his head, even more curious at the turn of events. “I fail to see how you could teach me anything of value.” He spoke simply, picking up his tea once more to take a small sip.

Charlie interjected. “Come on, Alastor! Just go along with it. Pentious, your mission is to get Alastor to loosen up, have fun, laugh a little! A real one.”

Sir Pentious’ grin widened as his eyes gleamed with mischief. “Oh, don’t you worry, Princcccesss! I, SSSir Pentiousss, will gladly take on this misssion and will not let you down!” He stood proudly, while Alastor stared at him with a deadpan expression and signature smile.

The rest of the day was complete chaos. Sir Pentious attempted several schemes to get some sort of joyous reaction from Alastor, and they all failed. He started with simple jokes that merely got an eyeroll from the Overlord. He then tried creating a few traps, his favorite being one that released balloons when Alastor walked into the kitchen. Still, Alastor merely stepped aside and flicked his hand as if swatting a fly away.

“Ah, my dear snake,” Alastor quipped after another one of the elaborate surprises failed, “Your dedication to this buffoonery Charlie requested of you is almost…commendable. Almost.”

Sir Pentious huffed, clearly frustrated by Alastor's unshakable composure. “You mock me now, but you’ll ssssee! I ssshall break that infernal grin of yoursss into an actual laugh, or I will revoke my title as an evil massstermind!” He huffed. He started at Alastor momentarily as his mind raced, before his eyes lit up with sudden inspiration. “Oh ho ho! I’ve got it! If my cunning and ingeniousss trapsss won’t do, then I ssshall resssort to the mossst ancient of all techniquesss…tickle torture!”

Alastor’s eyebrow twitched ever so slightly at that proclamation. “Tickle torture?” he repeated, his tone bemused, but a flicker of uncertainty crossed his otherwise cool demeanor. “Resorting to the most childish methods, hmm?”

“Oh, I’m deadly sssseriousss, Alassstor,” Sir Pentious hissed, slithering closer with an almost cartoonish sneer. “No one can withsssstand it! Not even you.”

Alastor simply hummed and casually took a few steps backward. “Do your worst, snake.”

Sir Pentious cackled maniacally, lunging at Alastor with all his serpentine speed. In an attempt to deter Sir Pentious and his confidence, Alastor didn’t move to stop him. Instead, he allowed Sir Pentious to coil his tail around him and deliver a flurry of ticklish pokes to his sides. He was able to maintain a calm demeanor for only a few moments before he accidentally let out a noise that he was desperately trying to suppress. He let out a sound that could only be described as a choked snort.

The radio demon immediately straightened his posture, his eyes narrowing dangerously as the static from his body spiked for a brief moment. “Ahem,” he said, regaining his composure. “That was merely a reflex.”

Sir Pentious froze mid-tickle, his jaw dropping. “Wasss that a laugh? Did I hear a laugh?!”

Charlie, who had been curiously observing from her desk within the lobby gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. “No way! Alastor, you actually—”

“It was not a laugh,” Alastor interjected sharply as he looked over ot face her, his grin faltering for just a moment before resetting itself. “And whatever noise you think you heard, it shall not happen again.”

“Oh, thisss isss preciousss!” Sir Pentious cried, his confidence renewed. “You’re not immune after all! I ssshall have you in sssstitchesss before the day isss done!”

Before Alastor could react, Sir Pentious redoubled his efforts, wiggling his fingers along Alastor’s ribs and sides with devilish precision. Alastor, despite his best attempts to maintain his unflappable demeanor, began to twitch and shift uncomfortably. Static crackled faintly in the air, but it was becoming increasingly clear that even the mighty Radio Demon had his limits.

“Stop this at once,” Alastor choked out, his tone firm but laced with an edge of uncharacteristic desperation.

“Oh, no, no, no,” Sir Pentious replied gleefully. “Not until you admit defeat and give usss a proper laugh!”

Charlie was practically gleaming by this point. “Alastor, just let it out! Come on, you’ll feel so much better!”

“Never!” Alastor barked, but his resolve finally broke when Sir Pentious found a particularly sensitive spot just below his ribs. A deep, rich, and surprisingly melodic laugh burst forth from the Overlord, echoing through the room.

Both Charlie and Sir Pentious froze in shock at the sound. Alastor, realizing what had just happened, straightened up, and tried to regain his usual composure. “Well,” he spoke with a smooth yet clearly strained voice, “I suppose congratulations are in order. You managed to achieve what few have dared to attempt.”

Sir Pentious puffed out his chest triumphantly. “Hah! I told you I would sssucceed! You ssshould be thanking me for bessstowing you the gift of laughter!”

Charlie grinned at Alastor. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it? You should do it more often!”

Alastor’s smile sharpened into something a little more sinister. “Oh, my dear Charlie, if you think I’ll let this slide you’re gravely mistaken. Pentious, consider this your warning. No one tickles the Radio Demon and gets away with it.”

Sir Pentious gulped, suddenly less confident as Alastor’s shadow seemed to loom larger. Charlie laughed awkwardly and took that as her cue to stammer an excuse to leave.

“Radio Demon, I wasss merely doing a favor for a dear friend-” He goes to protest, but doesn’t have the chance to finish before Alastor cuts him off with a widened and unnerving grin and hum of disapproval.

“Oh, Sir Pentious, you didn’t think I’d let this little incident go unanswered, did you?” He spoke with an exaggerated sigh.

Before Sir Pentious could slither backward in retreat, Alastor’s shadow warped unnaturally, tendrils snaking out from the floor and latching onto the serpent demon.

“W-Wait! No, no, no!” Sir Pentious stammered, thrashing as the shadows hoisted him into the air. “I wassss only following Charlie’ssss orderssss! Thissss isn’t fair!”

“I believe this is extremely fair, considering I put up with your ridiculous antics all day.” Alastor growled with a dark chuckle. “You mentioned you, ahem, bestowed me the gift of laughter? Allow me to return the favor!”

With a flick of his wrist, the shadows coiled tighter around Sir Pentious, immobilizing him. Alastor’s long, gloved fingers wiggled menacingly as he closed in. “Let’s see just how ticklish a snake can be,” he snarled, his grin widening almost inhumanly.

“No! Not there! Anywhere but—!” Sir Pentious erupted into uncontrollable laughter the moment Alastor’s fingers made contact with his sides. The serpent squirmed helplessly, his hisses and screeches blending into peals of laughter as Alastor exploited every weak point he could find with precision.

“Oh, this is delightful,” Alastor mused, his voice laced with wicked glee. “You’ve truly outdone yourself, Pentious. I haven’t had this much fun in ages!” He moved his fingers to trail beneath the suit jacket to skitter along his slippery stomach.

“P-Pleasssse! Mercccy!” Sir Pentious squealed, giggling hysterically and high-pitched. “I-I can’t take it!” He squirmed and writhed in the Overlord’s tentacles, throwing his head back in hysterical laughter. The poor snake was a walking ball of sensitivity.

Alastor tilted his head, pretending to consider the plea. “Mercy? Hmm. No, I don’t believe I’m familiar with that concept.” He chuckled, continuing his torture as he found a particularly good spot where the center of his stomach would be.

After what felt like an eternity to Sir Pentious but in reality was only a few minutes, Alastor finally relented, stepping back and allowing the shadows to release their grip. The serpent demon collapsed onto the floor in a heap, gasping for breath and still giggling faintly from the residual sensations.

Alastor dusted off his hands and adjusted his tie, his grin as sharp as ever. “Well, that was invigorating. I do hope you’ve learned a valuable lesson, Pentious.”

Sir Pentious groaned, still too winded to muster a proper retort as Alastor walked away with a huff. And with that, the Happy Hotel returned to its usual brand of chaotic normalcy…for now.

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Thanks for reading! I’ll have another fic posted soon! And probably have the audio that you all decide from the poll written up to be published on Thursday 🎉

[sirhusk]

MY MAIN OCS EHEHE

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kassian:

lennox:

harvey:

just showing this so you guys know the characters better!!

ASK QUESTIONS ABT THEM!!! I’m open for anything.. hehheheh

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LONG AWAITED INTRO!!

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— my name is lex or husk, you can use either .

— I’m a minor.. so don’t be CREEPY .

— I’m genderfluid, lesbian AND aromantic .

— I’m currently single(not looking for a partner)

— I mostly post tickle related content, hazbin fics and oc stuff

— I’m in a LOT of fandoms, but my tops at the moment are hazbin, helluva boss, South Park, camp camp, ramshackle, mouthwash, tadc anddd pocoyo .

— my fav YouTubers are laurenzside and coryxkenshin

— I’m a MAJOR gacha kid.. since I can’t draw I usually just use it for my ocs😓

— you can also draw my ocs if you’d like!

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DNI :

— any antis for fandoms im in .

— racists, homophobics, transphobics, etc

— pro/dark shippers

— oc x canon antis

— rare pair/crossover ship antis

— basic dni

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BOUNDARIES :

— I don’t rlly have anything specific, just don’t sexualize me and don’t be a creep tbh .

OKAY I THINK THATS IT

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SPOTIFY WRAPPEDDDD