#husk's whump

[whump-supplies]

Medic whump my beloved <3

The world doesn't care that they're exhausted. It doesn't care that their head is pounding and chest aches, it doesn't care how badly they're shaking or how much their legs want to give out.

Their teammates are hurt and sick and dying and they are the only one who can save them, they have a role to fill and a job to do, because no one else can.

And whatever is going on with them? A bit of first aid and however many pain meds are needed to function will have to suffice because "resting" is not conducive to keeping their friends alive

Oh and if one of their teammates is in critical condition? They have to be prepared to stay awake for days on end monitoring (or operating) on them to keep them alive.

They dont get to stop and rest

(At least not until they cant go any further and their body gives out. Delaying much needed rest by slamming back caffeine & pain meds until the job gets done has its consequences after all~)

I love my exhausted medic characters so much <3

[friendlyforestbeast]

Evil creature

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Just wanted to draw some angst, it’s been a while

[sickficideas]

any hcs for alastor?? he's my favorite but i haven't watched it since the pilot

here's some more continued off the last ask !! and omg anon if you enjoyed the pilot you should totally pick up the show 💖💖

- he's so rarely injured but I think when he is, he's very sensitive to the pain and considerably weakened but still very Smile Through The Pain lol

- he's not often made nauseous by things but overly processed foods do the trick lol he absolutely Hates smelling that shit

- super noisy when he's sick. a constant low static buzz but also he's groaning and moaning and grumbling the whoooole time

- his hearing is very sensitive when he's not feeling well and he'll go as far as covering his ears when it's too much

- if he's ever truly very sick or injured and not much is helping him heal or get better, Charlie know now she can enlist Rosie's help, seeing how much Alastor trusts her...and Rosie Alwaysss knows what to do <3

- going off a point on the last ask...Alastor with a high fever mistaking his caretakers for his mother...it's namely Charlie and Angel Dust, and they realize too that during these times Alastor doesn’t understand where he is, and they think he might believe he's back on earth. Talking about New Orleans or his radio show...and interestingly enough, Husk is the only one he names correctly...Angel Dust is very suspicious about this and ends up finding out they knew each other for a while when they were alive 😔��

[lucifer-imaginaryfriend]

AppleHuskerDust Week Day 4: whump Wednesday (injured)

I kinda went for the comfort in spirit; that even when you are isolated in a hospital and away from others while you’re healing, even simply the comfort of spirit can make it a little bit better ❤️‍🩹

Also, this was gonna be a pencil sketch since I was really proud of how Husk turned out; however, the eraser on my pencil kinda messed it out so I did it digitally instead. And here is another version but the spirit silhouettes

[vespertineneon]

WHY DOES NOBODY SEE THE POTENTIAL FOR WHUMPER ALASTOR AND WHUMPEE HUSKER PLEASE PLEASE WHY DOES NOBODY UNDERSTAND ME. WHY CAN NOBODY SEE CARETAKER ANGELDUST.

[crabofthewoods]

whose fuckin idea was it for alastor to fight adam. adam is one of if not the most powerful exorcist angel and the entire group was just like yeah sure. leave him to the random overlord. he can figure it out himself i’m sure it’ll be fine

[smirkingentropy]

Aftercare

Also if you want a little heartmelting cry look at this while listening to:

[chiconisroc]

Posted chapter 20 earlier today, had to go to my movies so didn't have time to notify here till now : o

So yeah, Hope In Hell is updated, Adam redemption hazbin hotel fanfic : D

Warning!!! There is torture in this chapter, Adam whump : O. More details on warnings on are in the notes before the chapter. for those who don't want to read the chapter cause of how dark it is, then i wrote up in the end notes just a quick simple summary what happened o.o,

The chapter is short cause I decided to split the events into three chapters due to flow and to give peeps a small break between the events : o' Thank you for my following beta readers for feedback : ):

@lunareader @kar-mamin @asherisawkward I'll be updating chap 19 with an updated fixed version tomorrow evening thanks to @conejo-sama for editing it : )

Summary

Adam awakens as a fallen angel, a sinner in hell, cast away by the angels who had once claimed to ‘treasure’ him. Thinking there is no way back to heaven, he just wants to drown in resentment and spiral toward self-destruction.

Of course, there is no way Charlie is going to let that happen, even when a dangerous enemy is ready to strike soon.

[adams-sinful-wings]

Bunny: I was writing this last night and had to rewrite it since it just made sense to make it paragraph style ((like fanfiction)). So I hope you all enjoy!

Crossover with @lucifers-little-light since they are sister blogs.

Cw: Injuries, broken bones, Medical procedures

Adam’s movements were sluggish as he shuffled through the chaotic streets of Pentagram City, his form wrapped in a heavy trench coat and his face hidden behind a mask. His broken tail throbbed with every step, trailing limply behind him. His left wing dragged along the filthy ground, each scrape sending a new wave of agony up his spine.

He squinted down at the glowing screen of his phone, its text blurred and incomprehensible to his weary eyes. His head pounded like a drum, and every noise in the city grated against his already fragile state. He was on autopilot, driven more by the vague hope of finding this “hospital” than by any real understanding of where he was going.

As he turned a corner, two familiar voices broke through the cacophony of the streets.

“Adam? Is that you?” Angel Dust’s sharp tone carried over the crowd, tinged with a mix of recognition and surprise.

“Aw, shit,” Husk muttered, his gravelly voice laced with concern. “He looks like hell.”

Adam froze for a moment, his muscles tensing as he registered their voices. Without turning to look, he began to stagger away, his movements clumsy and uneven. Panic gripped him as he heard their footsteps quicken behind him.

“Yo! Wait up!” Angel called out, genuine concern creeping into his voice. “We’re not gonna hurt ya, just stop running, dumbass!”

Adam tried to pick up his pace, but his body betrayed him. His vision darkened at the edges, his broken wing dragging more heavily now. He tripped on a loose sidewalk, falling to his knees with a pained grunt.

Angel and Husk caught up to him, the two exchanging worried glances before kneeling beside him.

“Adam, what the hell happened to you?” Angel asked, his usual sass replaced by actual worry as he took in Adam’s battered state.

Husk crouched down and grabbed Adam’s arm, steadying him.

Adam weakly tried to pull away. “I... just need... sleep,” he muttered, his voice barely audible through the mask.

Angel’s many hands hovered uncertainly, his usual bravado slipping. “Sleep ain’t gonna fix this. C’mon, let us get you somewhere safe. Maybe a hospital?”

Adam blinked at the word, confusion clouding his bruised features. He tried to muster a retort, but the pain in his stomach flared, and he instinctively clutched at it, his breath hitching.

Husk’s ears twitched, and he sighed heavily. “Look, you don’t gotta trust us, but you don’t exactly have a lotta options right now. You’re hurt bad.”

Adam hesitated, the world spinning around him. His pride screamed at him to refuse, to push them away and figure it out himself. But his body had other ideas. Finally, with a shuddering breath, he nodded weakly.

Angel grinned, though it was a shadow of his usual cheeky smirk. “Alright, big guy, let’s get you patched up. Don’t worry—we’ll take care of ya.”

Together, Angel and Husk hoisted Adam up, supporting him on either side as they led him toward help. Adam didn’t say a word, his head hanging low as the pain and exhaustion overtook him.

——————

The sterile, brightly lit interior of Pride Ring General Hospital was a stark contrast to the chaos of Pentagram City’s streets. Angel Dust and Husk guided Adam through the sliding glass doors, his weight leaning heavily on both of them. His broken wing dragged behind him, and his breathing was shallow and uneven.

“Alright, hotshot, we’re here,” Angel muttered. “Try not to pass out on us, okay? You’re heavy as hell.”

“No kidding,” Husk added, grunting under the strain. “Guy’s built like a damn truck.”

“I… can walk… on my own,” Adam rasped weakly.

“Oh, sure you can,” Angel shot back. “That’s why you’re using me like a stripper pole.”

They reached the front desk, where a demon receptionist with glowing red eyes barely looked up from her clipboard. “Name and reason for the visit?” she asked flatly.

Angel gestured to Adam. “This guy needs help, like, yesterday. Busted wing, mangled tail, and probably a couple other things we can’t see. Oh, and he keeps muttering about his stomach hurting.”

The receptionist eyed Adam skeptically. “And who’s he supposed to be?”

“Just check him in,” Husk snapped. “He’s in bad shape.”

“Fine,” she sighed, sliding a clipboard across the counter. “Fill this out.”

Angel groaned. “You’re kidding, right? He’s half-dead, and you want him to fill out paperwork?”

“Hospital policy,” she said with a shrug. “No exceptions.”

Adam blinked slowly at the clipboard, confusion clouding his battered face. “I… don’t know… what this is,” he murmured.

“Fine, fine! I’ll do it,” Angel huffed, grabbing the form. “You just keep breathing, okay, Adam?” He scribbled furiously while Husk kept Adam steady.

Adam stirred weakly, his voice barely a whisper. “What… happens here?”

“They patch you up, big guy,” Angel said, his voice softening. “Just let ‘em do their thing. You’ll be fine.”

Husk glanced at Angel, his usual gruff expression tinged with worry. “We’ll make sure of it.”

Eventually, the receptionist called for a nurse, who approached with a wheelchair. “Alright, let’s get him to triage. You’ll need to stay in the waiting area.”

“Yeah, not happening,” Angel snapped. “We’re sticking with him.”

Husk added, “You’re not shoving him off somewhere alone. Guy can barely stand, let alone argue with you.”

The nurse sighed but didn’t protest, helping ease Adam into the wheelchair. He winced as his broken wing shifted, but he stayed silent, his body sagging under the weight of exhaustion. “Follow me,” she instructed, leading them down a stark white hallway.

Angel wrinkled his nose at the faint smell of disinfectant. “Y’know, for a hospital in Hell, this place is way too clean. Kinda creepy.”

“Focus, Angel,” Husk muttered.

The nurse led them to a private room, where a doctor waited. The nurse helped transfer Adam onto the bed while Angel and Husk hovered nearby, their earlier bravado replaced with quiet concern.

“We’ll need to run some tests and scans,” the doctor said. “Are either of you his next of kin?”

Angel flashed a nervous grin. “Uh… yeah, sure. Let’s go with that.”

The doctor raised an eyebrow but didn’t question it further, turning back to Adam. The battered sinner let his head fall back against the pillow, his strength finally giving out as he closed his eyes.

The doctor stepped closer to Adam, his gloved hands carefully peeling back the heavy trench coat to get a clearer view of the sinner's injuries. Adam winced as the fabric tugged at his bruised and broken skin, his tail twitching weakly in pain.

"Alright, let’s see what we’re dealing with," the doctor muttered, his eyes scanning Adam’s battered form. Like many sinners, Adam's anatomy bore Hell’s unique mutations: his massive reptilian tail, mangled and bent at an unnatural angle; a pair of wings, one hanging limp and twisted; along with some bruises and cuts.

Angel, leaning against the wall, grimaced. "Damn, doc. Don’t sugarcoat it or anything."

The doctor ignored him, his focus entirely on Adam. “You’ve sustained severe trauma to your tail and left-wing,” he said clinically, pressing lightly along Adam’s ribs and eliciting a sharp hiss. “Multiple fractures, extensive bruising, and possibly some internal damage. I’ll need to do an X-ray to see the full extent of the injuries.”

Adam blinked at the unfamiliar term, his face scrunching in confusion. “What... is that?”

Husk raised an eyebrow. “You serious? You don’t know what an X-ray is?”

Adam shook his head, wincing at the movement. “Never… heard of it.”

The doctor straightened, taking a step back. “An X-ray is a medical procedure that uses a machine to create images of the inside of your body. It’ll let us see your bones and check for breaks or fractures.”

Adam frowned, his tired mind struggling to process the explanation. “A... machine? You’re putting me inside a machine?”

Angel snorted. “Relax, big guy. It’s not like they’re gonna throw you in a blender. It’s safe. Kinda like taking a picture of your insides.”

Adam’s gaze flicked between Angel and the doctor, still wary. “I don’t... like this.”

“Yeah, well, you don’t have much of a choice,” Husk grumbled. “You want to heal or not?”

The doctor stepped in again, his tone professional but firm. “It’s a non-invasive procedure. You won’t feel anything. We need to do this to assess the damage properly and make sure there aren’t any hidden injuries. Otherwise, you’ll be walking out of here worse than when you came in.”

Adam hesitated, his hand instinctively moving to his stomach. The dull ache there hadn’t subsided, and the thought of further complications made him grit his teeth. Finally, he gave a reluctant nod. “Fine. Do it.”

The doctor gestured to a nurse. “Prepare the imaging room. We’ll move him there shortly.”

As the nurse left, Angel leaned closer to Adam, his smirk softened with concern. “See? It’s not so bad. And hey, maybe they’ll finally figure out what’s goin’ on with that stomachache of yours.”

Adam didn’t respond, his eyes fixed on the floor. Deep down, he was terrified, not of the machine but of what it might reveal.

Adam was carefully transferred onto a gurney, the process agonizingly slow to avoid aggravating his injuries. The nurse adjusted the straps around his wings and tail to keep them from shifting, but the pressure still made him wince. Husk and Angel have to stay behind in the exam room.

Once inside the X-ray room, the nurse and technician worked to prepare Adam. They draped him in protective lead coverings, leaving openings to expose his injured wing and tail. “You’ll need to lie on your stomach for this part,” the technician instructed.

Adam groaned as they helped him onto his front, the strain on his battered body making him grit his teeth. “Get this over with…” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

The machine hummed softly as it powered up, and the technician positioned the X-ray scanner over Adam’s wing first. The room was cold, and the steady rhythm of the equipment combined with his exhaustion caused Adam to start zoning out. His thoughts drifted, the haze of pain making everything feel distant and surreal.

“We’re almost done,” the technician said after what felt like an eternity. They moved the scanner to his tail and lower back, taking additional images. Adam barely noticed, his mind wandering in a fog.

Once the scans were complete, the doctor returned, examining the images on a glowing monitor. His expression darkened as he leaned closer, his brow furrowed in shock. He turned toward Adam, his voice sharp. “Why didn’t you say anything about being pregnant?”

Adam blinked, barely processing the words. “Pregnant?” he repeated, his voice hoarse with disbelief.

The doctor gestured toward the monitor, pointing to a faint but unmistakable silhouette in the X-ray image. “Right here. There’s a developing fetus. Fourteen weeks along I’d estimate. Skeletal structure, even visibly wing formation.”

Adam pushed himself up slightly, his body trembling from the effort. “That’s... not possible,” he rasped. “It’s... dead. I lost it. I felt it.”

The doctor’s tone softened, but his confusion remained. “It’s not dead. It’s very much alive. The development is consistent with a 14-week-old fetus.”

Adam stared at the monitor, his vision blurry but his disbelief slowly gave way to astonishment. “But… I thought I lost it but also I only just found out I was pregnant and I only ever bottomed with men a week ago. How is this possible? I felt… I felt something…” His voice cracked, a mixture of awe and confusion swirling within him.

“Whatever you felt,” the doctor said, “it wasn’t a miscarriage. The baby is still there, still growing. But yes. This pregnancy should be impossible. But then again you wouldn’t be the first male sinner to give birth surprisingly. We had two male pregnancies this year. One of them succeeded in a pregnancy though it was a premature birth. The other patient suffered a severe miscarriage. Twins from what I heard from hospital gossip.”

For a moment, Adam was speechless, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten. Against all odds, the life he thought he’d lost was still within him. It was a miracle—or perhaps a curse—he couldn’t yet decide.

The revelation of Adam’s pregnancy changed everything about his treatment plan. The doctor’s stern expression softened slightly as he spoke. “Given the pregnancy, we’ll need to modify how we handle your injuries. Certain medications we’d typically use aren’t safe for the baby, so we’ll adjust accordingly. And if you want to keep the child—”

“I do,” Adam interrupted, his voice hoarse but firm. He still looked stunned, but there was no hesitation in his answer.

The doctor nodded, taking a more careful tone. “Then we need to prioritize both your healing and the baby’s stability. We’ll reset your broken bones, but it’s going to hurt. You’ll be numbed as much as we can safely allow without affecting the pregnancy, and we’ll need to monitor you overnight to ensure there aren’t complications.”

Adam grunted, his jaw tightening. “Do whatever you have to. Just… keep it alive.”

The next few hours were a blur. Nurses carefully prepared Adam for the bone resetting procedure, placing him under a local anesthetic that dulled the pain but didn’t completely eliminate it. The doctor worked methodically, rebreaking and realigning his tail and wing, the sickening sound of cracking bones filling the room. Adam gritted his teeth through the ordeal, his fingers gripping the edges of the bed until his knuckles turned white.

By the time they were finished, his tail and wing were secured in sturdy casts, the wing held in place with a specialized brace. “Your injuries should heal within a few days,” the doctor explained as he cleaned his hands. “Sinner physiology accelerates the healing process, but you’ll need to avoid overexerting yourself. No flying, no heavy lifting.”

Adam scoffed weakly. “Not like I can do much of that in this state.”

The doctor gave him a pointed look. “And you’ll stay here tonight for monitoring. We’ll run additional tests to ensure the baby is stable.”

Adam tried to protest. “I don’t need to—”

“You do,” the doctor interrupted firmly. “The pregnancy complicates everything. If you want to keep the baby alive, you’re staying put.”

He did notice the two demons who brought him here weren’t anywhere in sight. Oh well…maybe they had something better to do…

Adam sighed, leaning back against the pillows. He felt too drained to argue. He closed his eyes and despite the pain, he felt a sense of ease over him, at least for the moment.

[pink-alien-queen]

DAY 4 of AppleHuskerDust Week 2024

Teeny tiny post today, sorry.

Prompt: Whump

Lucifer only very rarely ever gets sick but when he does... oh boy... he is a baby about it. He stays in his pjs all day, days in a row if noone forces him to change. Most of the time he looks like a burrito wrapped in a blanket.

Husk spends a lot of time making tea and soup for him and reminding him to drink enough water. They take naps together. Husk holds him through it when he has to cry it out.

Angel makes him take nice baths, gets him to change clothes and he brushes his hair for him. Angel cuddles him while they watch tv. He tells him stories and facts to calm him down when he stresses.

Lucifer gets a silly amount of forehead kisses. They tell him, everything will be okay and he doesn’t feel like it but he believes them.

[the-big-boss-of-hell]

hmm I wonder how husk is doing after he left the art therapy session

Husk: *sneezes*

Angel: Okay that’s been the third time you sneezed. I think you’re getting sick.

Husk: What? *sniffles — sounds very congested* I’m fine. Just allergies.

Angel: *rolls his eyes* Husk you’re not allergic to anything are you?

Husk:….no.

Angel: Okay Papa Kitty, let’s get you to bed.

Husk: I still have to work!

Angel: No you don’t. Come along.

Husk: *grumbles and is ushered along to his room to go lay down*

[whump-supplies]

When character A has an injured leg and needs support to be able to stand/move, while character B has a head injury &/or is sick and doesn't know whats going on <3

Character A needing to guide Character B on where to go and what to do all while B continues to deteriorate. A isn't in the clear either, blood loss & pain grating on them as time continues. B is exhausted and dizzy, wanting to stop and rest so very much, A knows that if they stop they may not be able to get back up again and has to push them to continue even though it hurts to see B in pain. B missteps and trips, ramming A into the wall who nearly passes out from the pain of their injury getting hit. B passes out and A has to try to catch the both of them with the wall, needing to check on B and themselves too.

There's so many different ways to do it too. Character A fell and broke their leg while B starts suffering the effects of heatstroke while trying to get them back. C & D got trapped in a cave in, C is pinned under rocks while D's broken ribs and constant inhalation of dust leaves them dizzy & starved of oxygen. Maybe 1 & 2 were both already injured, 1 with a massive cut on their leg and 2 is in the throws of an infection. Are A & B teammates? Lovers? Rivals? Strangers? Enemies? Is B usually the one to take the lead? Does A not realize B's condition right away and get mad at them for not listening? Did B start of noticably injured or does it take them 30 minutes of aimless wandering to realize somethings wrong? Are others looking for them or are they truly on their own? Are their people or things that will hurt them nearby? Do they need to be stealthy? Do they need to fight?

You could even throw a third character into the mix, seperated from the other 2 and only able to provide directions & advice. There's SO much potential here

[whump-allthe-way]

broken whumpee’s that whimper and beg and cry, huddled in the corner of their room with tear stained cheeks and trembling shoulders.. vs broken whumpee’s that kill and destroy, tearing down the world around them so they’ll never be weak again.

[sickficideas]

Alastor fic!?

yesss 💖 writing a post-finale injury recovery fic for him because I think there's so much potential 🥰🥰 here's some WIP screenshots!! I wanna try to finish it this week maybe???

[hazbinblog]

New fic! CW: implied/referenced rape/non-con

Angel returns to the Hotel high after an awful shoot with Val. He expects Alastor to give him shit for breaking the no-drugs policy, but… Alastor is more sympathetic than he expects.

Waring: Radiochains (noncon Lilith/Alastor) implied.

[charliewhaw]

"Prion" Oneshot

Alastor develops Chronic Wasting Disease from eating a diseased deer. Charlie struggles to care for him until he recovers.