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cornerofmadnessI think I mentioned my uncle had come home for a while but they took him back to the home today. He's lost the use of his entire left side and the right is quickly following. For his sake I hope it's not much longer.
I'm worried about ME too. I went to the laundromat after an incident here last week (Big mistake, I didn't realize how much they upped the prices. the wash isn't too bad but the dry is now 50 cents for 10 minutes.) Anyhow I was at the coffee shop writing and waiting on the dryers. It was time to go get my stuff. By the time I packed up my computer and walked to the car the laundromat slipped my mind. I went grocery shopping and drove home. Went to get the laundry and was horrified to realize I NEVER went back for my clothes. I had to go back. 15 miles...30 miles round trip because in the space of 3 minutes I forgot entirely.
I could blame the fact that I haven't used the laundromat since 2021 and it was out of my routine. I could blame the depression. I could blame the fact my blood sugar was nearly 400 and my brain wasn't working. I could blame the fact I didn't sleep more than 4 hours last night (whirling brain, nothing bad, whirling about my speech, about stories) But I am WORRIED. I don't like this. I'm scared by this.
In less terrifying mode, I finished my Wedding Horror story and I doubled the word count so it's in the range.
And let's have the fannish 50: fic rec mode.
I wrote something very silly for the![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
allbingo prompt high profile stunt perverts and combined it with lyricaltitles.
Title: Sweet Surrender, What a Night
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Character/Pairing: Angel Dust/Husk
Summary: All Angel wanted was to take advantage of having a lover with beautiful wings, just imagine the possibilities. What he got was not the night of high flying aerial sex he envisioned.
Rating: explicit
Author Note - Written for the spikesgirl58’s six word challenge. The six words were Delivery, Treatment, Race, Joy, Competition, & Basic. Also written for fleethare in comment_fic for the Hazbin Hotel, Husk/Angel Dust, sticking the landing and for the lyrical titles duet challenge 2025 for the prompt A song and its parody using December, 1963 (Oh, What a Night) by Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons (this is the actual song). Also written for the allbingo prompt of highly trained stunt perverts.
It ended much too soon
Oh, what a night
Why'd it take so long to see the light?
Seemed so wrong, but now it seems so right
December, 1963 (Oh, What a Night) by Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons
Husk looked out the large porthole in Pentious’ airship, eyeballing the distance from the nose of the ship to the ground below. “You think you can stick the landing if you fall off?”
Angel rolled his eyes. “Pfttt, Huskie, babe, I’m a professional. Also, I have this.” He held up his new favorite red leather harness with its adorable gold hearts dangling from the various rings. In another hand he had a length of braided rope in basic black like his boots. “If I fall off, I’m not going far and more importantly, if I fall, you’ll catch me.” He booped Husk’s nose.
Husk snorted. “I was with you on this until you booped me.”
Angel buried his fingers on either side of Husk’s face, digging into the fur under either ear. Husk groaned softly and began to purr. He melted every time Angel did that and Angel jellied every time he heard Husk purr.
“You love getting booped but you can’t admit it,” Angel said. “It’ll ruin your grumpy façade.”
Husk huffed at him. “I’ll forgive you for making me purr if you do me a favor even though I know you won’t like it.”
Angel cocked up an eyebrow. “How kinky ya planning to get, Husky?”
“Not that, well, not entirely. We’re doing something dangerous – that I can’t even believe you talked me into – so if you do slip, I want you in your bare feet. I know, I know.” Husk raised his hands. “You hate your feet but they’re also good at clinging onto things but not if they’re inside high heeled boots.”
Angel looked down at his feet. He definitely hated those pink spider paws. “That makes sense. Can you not look at them too much?”
“If that makes you happy. Besides, I’ll too concerned about making sure you don’t fall to your death.”
“Please, babe. I’ll be fine. All you have to do is flap those beautiful wings and make sure you don’t go plummeting.”
“I can soar, Angel.” Husk smirked.
“Then what are we waiting for?”
“I can’t believe I’m surrendering to your insanity but sure, let’s do this.”
“Don’t worry, Husky. It’ll be a sweet surrender.”
Angel unzipped his boots and left them on Pentious’ captain’s …well, it wasn’t a chair. A pillow? Sort of a bean bag? Uncomfortable looking whatsit? His clothes were already strewn across the bridge having made a game of taking them off. Husk had his pants folded primly over the airship’s steering wheel. At least Pen’s egg bois were off doing Lucifer knew what and the airship was empty.
They climbed out a porthole – Husk’s wings barely fitting. Maybe he should have taken the mouth-cannon route – and they scooted along a thin rail that was probably there so Pen or an egg boi could get out on the long pointed bow of the ship to do repairs, especially of Pentious’ many weapons. Husk pushed off the airship, his big, beautiful wings flapping. Angel had no idea why Husk hated his body so much. His kitty form was adorable and those wings? Hell, Angel could cum just watching them flap.
Husk held out his arms. “Trust me?”
“I trust ya, Husk. At least you aren’t whipping me off the top of the building into a war zone.” Angel laughed. Husk had had the sense to flee from the building that day. “Just let me anchor this.”
He triple clipped the rope around the nose of the ship and through some of the gears Pen had out there for aesthetics Angel assumed. That should hold him. He took the clip off his harness’ D-ring so he could be free at the moment. “You can fly me around a little first, right?”
“You’re not that heavy, Anthony.”
God, whenever Husk used his real name, Angel went weak in the knees. If Husk started talking Italian to him and calling him Antonio, he’d swoon like a Disney princess. Granted, he’d only gotten to see Snow White when he was alive. Speaking of princesses, for agreeing to this very public sexcapade, he needed to give Husk the royal highness treatment at a later date. He’d text Ozzie to find out his recs on the Pride ring, preferably ones not used by Valentino.
Husk extended his arms further and Angel stepped into them, folding himself all six arms around Husk, just in case. He shut his eyes as they dropped at first but Husk was right. He soared. He flew loop-de-loops around the hotel until Angel whooped with joy. Angel sent up a little prayer – as if God could hear him down here in hell – that when he pointed out all of the VoxTek watching the hotel to Alastor, the Radio Demon had destroyed all the cameras. If not, he was in for it when Valentino found out because if Vox saw he’d tell Val because Angel had nothing Vox could blackmail him for.
Kissing Angel hard, Husk put on the brakes and set them down on the nose of Pen’s ship. He clipped Angel back onto the rope immediately. He wasn’t taking chances. Honestly, if he did fall from here, Angel would be fine. His big jumping legs would take up the shock. He was pretty sure Vaggie had flung him off a building higher than this but Husk wanted him safe and that protectiveness melted Angel’s damaged heart.
Their lips and teeth explored and nibbled as they balanced on the airship. Husk was right, this was so much easier in his bare paws. He trailed his fingers down Husk’s fluffy torso until he cupped Husk’s erection. Curling his fingers around it, he teased Husk until he was both moaning and purring at the same time.
“Fuck, kid, you’re merciless.” Husk’s warm breath ruffled Angel’s fuzz as he greedily pushed more of himself into Angel’s grasp.
With another set of hands, Angel teased Husk’s ass. “You have no idea. Now’s a good time to take wing, babe.”
Husk smirked but didn’t obey. Instead, he tickled a finger under the head of Angel’s cock, teasing a groan out of him. Husk toyed with the long shaft with its silly heart markings, not forgetting Angel’s pink-fuzzed jewels. Yep, definitely not having the high heels on while standing on the narrow nose of Pen’s airship had been the right call because Husk’s administrations made it hard to concentrate on things like standing.
Angel moaned when he lost that sensation as Husk stepped off the nose and flapped his wings. Angel drew his hips close and pressed a kiss to the tip of Husk’s cock. When Husk’s hips bucked against him, Angel firmly steadied them. He wasn’t letting Husk all the way in yet. No, he had more teasing to do with tongue and lip-blunted teeth. A benefit of having so many arms and was he could hold Husk but also be caressing his jewels and massaging his p-spot at the same time.
As Husk’s breathing quickened, Angel sucked him in deeper. Husk buried his hands in Angel’s hair, not to yank or control him like happened so many times on camera. No, he massaged Angel’s scalp and trailed his fingers down his neck and back up again, relaxing him, pleasing him. He drew his feathered tail up and down over Angel’s erection and the sensation was almost too much for him. How wonderful did that feel? This was almost perfect.
But almost was all it was because a thought slapped him and Angel gently slipped Husk out of his mouth. “Damn it, I forgot our new toy inside on Pen’s captain’s chair. I really wanted to add it to this.”
“I’ll get it.”
Husk flew over and eased his way back into the airship through its wicked ‘mouth’. Angel stroked himself, keeping the fires going while he waited for Husk to get that brilliant new toy Ozzie had sent him. His other fingers stayed busy opening himself up for that toy.
“Angel, what the actual fuck!?!”
Vaggie’s voice was so loud, he swore she had a megaphone. It also startled him so badly he lost his footing and went swinging from the nose of the ship. He dangled embarrassingly from his braided rope, all flailing arms and an erection like a weathervane pointing toward due embarrassment.
“Oh, Angel! Are you all right?” Charlie called up because of course they were together and the somehow innocent princess had seen him doing that.
Well you did show her one of your movies? She’s seen worse. Why is it somehow slightly more embarrassing with a live audience?
As he slowly rotated on his rope, he looked down at them, at this distance, two Lilliputians staring up at him. “I’m fine.”
“That doesn’t look fine. Why are you masturbating on Pentious’ ship?” Vaggie demanded to know.
“I wasn’t! I’m not up here alone, you know.”
“You sure look alone.”
“What are you doing back?” He huffed, crossing his arms, none of them covering his junk. “You were supposed to be out for a nice romantic dinner at the Top of the Pentagram.”
“It’s on fire,” Charlie replied. “We decided to come home and order delivery.”
“And we get naked horny spider who is most definitely alone.”
Angel glanced back at the airship. Had Husk raced through it and out the docking ramp into the hotel or was he rolling on the floor laughing his naked ass off? Before he could decide if he was letting Husk get away with hiding, a new voice joined the crowd.
“Hey, Angie, what are you doing up there?”
Angel groaned as Cherri parked a motorcycle with the modified sidecar that fit Pentious’ coiled body. “What the fuck? You two are supposed to be out all night too!”
“My ship!” Pentious cried.
“Is there some competition as to who is going to ruin my night more? Why are you back?” Angel sighed. He might as well retract his dangly bits since they weren’t likely to get used any time soon.
“Pen didn’t like the club so we came back to watch movies.” Cherri’s huge eye blinked. “I can see why you wanted everyone out of the hotel. That’s some high flying sex you have planned there.”
From this distance, Angel couldn’t be sure but he felt confident Cherri was smirking at him.
“Where are your clothes, whore bug?” Pentious snapped.
Whore bug? He hadn’t called Angel that in ages. “Inside on your captain’s chair.”
“My chair!”
“We’ll make Angel sanitize the ship,” Vaggie said.
“He doesn’t need to be back in there,” Pentious huffed, obviously annoyed by the invasion of his privacy. Angel couldn’t blame him too much.
“We’ll send Niffty in to clean, instead, okay?” Charlie patted Pentious’ shoulder. “Angel, do you need help? That doesn’t look safe.”
He laughed. “I’m just waiting to see who else is going to show up. Our short king? Mr. Freaky-face Creepy voice? 666 news crew?”
“He’s probably stuck and won’t admit it.” Pentious sniffed.
“Please, I’m a highly trained stunt pervert. I’m fine.” To prove his point, Angel swung up and caught the rope and worked through a quick little gymnastic routine around it. “See? The other stunt pervert ran out on me and is going to be slapping his own meat around for the foreseeable future.” He shot that bitterly back at the airship. Angel was pretty sure he heard Husk snickering inside of it.
“Just come down,” Vaggie said.
“I need my clothes.” Angel climbed up the rope and back onto the ship’s nose. Ugh, there were those stupid pink paws and everyone saw them.
“Stay out of my ship!” Pen shouted.
“I can get dressed and come down or I can stay out of your ship. I can’t do both.”
“Let the man dress, Penny.” Cherri chucked Pentious’ shoulder. “Come watch movies with us, you perv.”
“But Ms. Bomb….” Pen’s hood flagged, obviously not wanting company.
Just for that, Angel was going to join them and help himself to whatever delivery Charlie and Vaggie got because fuck everyone for coming home early and cock blocking him. He slipped in through the porthole. Yep, there was Husk – in his pants – laughing his ass off while leaning against the ship’s wheel.
Angel crossed all his arms, glaring. “Thanks for nothing, babe.”
“You thought I was going to rescue you from that dumpster fire? Tony, have you somehow missed I am exactly the kind of loser who thinks every man for himself?” Husk wiped tears of mirth from his eyes.
“I was totally serious about it being you and your hand for the foreseeable future,” Angel huffed, stalking over to grab his mini skirt. He sat on Pen’s chair, bare assed, and started to pull on his boots.
Husk waved him off. “I have more faith in your horniness. It won’t take you long to cave.”
“I heard you laughing in here. You’re on your own.” Angel put his nose in the air. “Meanwhile no one down there other than Charlie is going to let me hear the end of this. The least you could do is pop your head out the porthole and say hi.”
“Are you kidding? I’m going to pretend I was drunk in my room. For all I know you brought some other highly trained stunt pervert home and he abandoned you at the first hint of trouble.” Husk smirked.
“Keep talking. Those balls are gonna get mighty blue, babe.” Angel got to his high heeled feet and pulled on his skirt.
“Does it help if I say I was really enjoying our evening?”
“A little,” Angel tugged on his crop top.
“And I’m happy as hell that you forgot that toy inside the ship so my naked ass was not on view when everyone came home.”
“Such lonely nights ahead for you.” Angel wagged his head.
Husk stood and walked over to him. He kissed Angel softly. “You want to go downstairs?”
“I want to screw your brains out against that ship’s wheel but I’m ninety-five percent sure Pentious is on his way up here.”
“I do hear grumbling. Too bad he slithers and not stomps. Can’t quite tell how far away he is,” Husk said, edging toward the porthole.
“You best not be abandoning me again!”
Husk bailed out the porthole but he turned on wing and held out his arms. He gathered Angel to him and flew. They circled their way around the hotel, gliding down, kissing all the way. It wasn’t the night Angel had been hoping for but this feeling of flying and kissing was so nice he couldn’t be mad about it.
“We’ll never get near Pen’s ship again. He’ll station his egg bois there,” Angel said once Husk set him down.
“I know. There’s always the wrecked ship on the side of the hotel.”
“Or we could use Al’s radio station.” Angel grinned.
Husk winced. “Do you want to double die painfully?”
Angel snorted. “We could defile the carousel jammed into the building. What is up with all debris rammed into the building?”
“Literally no idea. So, the next time I surrender to your insanity, some wood horses are going to see some things.” Husk laughed.
“Sounds like a plan for if they ever leave me alone in the hotel again.” Angel pouted.
Husk linked hands with Angel when they strolled inside. Angel could almost forgive him for hiding and laughing. He’d probably had done exactly the same thing if he’d been the one to go in after the toy and Husk was the one flapping around naked and hard.
“And as I said earlier, it’s not surrendering to my insanity, Husky. It’s surrendering to the best time of your afterlife.”
“You have such a high opinion of your talents.”
“Am I wrong?”
Husk caressed Angel’s hip. “You are not. You’re better than you think.”
“Oh ho, high praise indeed. Now I regret not going somewhere inside and just letting you dick me down dirty, nice and loud but I’m already going to be sitting through some lecture. You just know it.”
Husk chuckled. “About not invading other people’s space and pleasuring yourself in public at the very least.”
“I was pleasuring you. Don’t trust me not to whip you right under the bus.” He booped Husk’s nose again.
“You had your chance and you didn’t. You’re a good boyfriend, Tony. Better than me.”
“You’re just lucky there wasn’t blood going to my brain and I didn’t think to do it. Come on, I want to sneak some of their delivery dinner. I’ve worked up an appetite. Also, we need very buttery popcorn because I plan to make movie night awkwaaaaaaard.”
“You’re an evil man, Tony.” Husk laughed harder.
“I am in hell for reasons.” Angel leaned down and snared another kiss from Husk.
Afterwards, he strutted into the lobby. Angel Dust did not do walks of shame. So, what if everyone just saw his cazzo hanging out in the breeze? People paid good money to see that. And later tonight maybe it wouldn’t be noisy and raunchy, but he was going to get Husk back out of those pants and get him to surrender to another of his good ideas. It was going to be one helluva night.
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I'm worried about ME too. I went to the laundromat after an incident here last week (Big mistake, I didn't realize how much they upped the prices. the wash isn't too bad but the dry is now 50 cents for 10 minutes.) Anyhow I was at the coffee shop writing and waiting on the dryers. It was time to go get my stuff. By the time I packed up my computer and walked to the car the laundromat slipped my mind. I went grocery shopping and drove home. Went to get the laundry and was horrified to realize I NEVER went back for my clothes. I had to go back. 15 miles...30 miles round trip because in the space of 3 minutes I forgot entirely.
I could blame the fact that I haven't used the laundromat since 2021 and it was out of my routine. I could blame the depression. I could blame the fact my blood sugar was nearly 400 and my brain wasn't working. I could blame the fact I didn't sleep more than 4 hours last night (whirling brain, nothing bad, whirling about my speech, about stories) But I am WORRIED. I don't like this. I'm scared by this.
In less terrifying mode, I finished my Wedding Horror story and I doubled the word count so it's in the range.
And let's have the fannish 50: fic rec mode.
I wrote something very silly for the
allbingo prompt high profile stunt perverts and combined it with lyricaltitles. Title: Sweet Surrender, What a Night
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Character/Pairing: Angel Dust/Husk
Summary: All Angel wanted was to take advantage of having a lover with beautiful wings, just imagine the possibilities. What he got was not the night of high flying aerial sex he envisioned.
Rating: explicit
Author Note - Written for the spikesgirl58’s six word challenge. The six words were Delivery, Treatment, Race, Joy, Competition, & Basic. Also written for fleethare in comment_fic for the Hazbin Hotel, Husk/Angel Dust, sticking the landing and for the lyrical titles duet challenge 2025 for the prompt A song and its parody using December, 1963 (Oh, What a Night) by Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons (this is the actual song). Also written for the allbingo prompt of highly trained stunt perverts.
It ended much too soon
Oh, what a night
Why'd it take so long to see the light?
Seemed so wrong, but now it seems so right
December, 1963 (Oh, What a Night) by Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons
Husk looked out the large porthole in Pentious’ airship, eyeballing the distance from the nose of the ship to the ground below. “You think you can stick the landing if you fall off?”
Angel rolled his eyes. “Pfttt, Huskie, babe, I’m a professional. Also, I have this.” He held up his new favorite red leather harness with its adorable gold hearts dangling from the various rings. In another hand he had a length of braided rope in basic black like his boots. “If I fall off, I’m not going far and more importantly, if I fall, you’ll catch me.” He booped Husk’s nose.
Husk snorted. “I was with you on this until you booped me.”
Angel buried his fingers on either side of Husk’s face, digging into the fur under either ear. Husk groaned softly and began to purr. He melted every time Angel did that and Angel jellied every time he heard Husk purr.
“You love getting booped but you can’t admit it,” Angel said. “It’ll ruin your grumpy façade.”
Husk huffed at him. “I’ll forgive you for making me purr if you do me a favor even though I know you won’t like it.”
Angel cocked up an eyebrow. “How kinky ya planning to get, Husky?”
“Not that, well, not entirely. We’re doing something dangerous – that I can’t even believe you talked me into – so if you do slip, I want you in your bare feet. I know, I know.” Husk raised his hands. “You hate your feet but they’re also good at clinging onto things but not if they’re inside high heeled boots.”
Angel looked down at his feet. He definitely hated those pink spider paws. “That makes sense. Can you not look at them too much?”
“If that makes you happy. Besides, I’ll too concerned about making sure you don’t fall to your death.”
“Please, babe. I’ll be fine. All you have to do is flap those beautiful wings and make sure you don’t go plummeting.”
“I can soar, Angel.” Husk smirked.
“Then what are we waiting for?”
“I can’t believe I’m surrendering to your insanity but sure, let’s do this.”
“Don’t worry, Husky. It’ll be a sweet surrender.”
Angel unzipped his boots and left them on Pentious’ captain’s …well, it wasn’t a chair. A pillow? Sort of a bean bag? Uncomfortable looking whatsit? His clothes were already strewn across the bridge having made a game of taking them off. Husk had his pants folded primly over the airship’s steering wheel. At least Pen’s egg bois were off doing Lucifer knew what and the airship was empty.
They climbed out a porthole – Husk’s wings barely fitting. Maybe he should have taken the mouth-cannon route – and they scooted along a thin rail that was probably there so Pen or an egg boi could get out on the long pointed bow of the ship to do repairs, especially of Pentious’ many weapons. Husk pushed off the airship, his big, beautiful wings flapping. Angel had no idea why Husk hated his body so much. His kitty form was adorable and those wings? Hell, Angel could cum just watching them flap.
Husk held out his arms. “Trust me?”
“I trust ya, Husk. At least you aren’t whipping me off the top of the building into a war zone.” Angel laughed. Husk had had the sense to flee from the building that day. “Just let me anchor this.”
He triple clipped the rope around the nose of the ship and through some of the gears Pen had out there for aesthetics Angel assumed. That should hold him. He took the clip off his harness’ D-ring so he could be free at the moment. “You can fly me around a little first, right?”
“You’re not that heavy, Anthony.”
God, whenever Husk used his real name, Angel went weak in the knees. If Husk started talking Italian to him and calling him Antonio, he’d swoon like a Disney princess. Granted, he’d only gotten to see Snow White when he was alive. Speaking of princesses, for agreeing to this very public sexcapade, he needed to give Husk the royal highness treatment at a later date. He’d text Ozzie to find out his recs on the Pride ring, preferably ones not used by Valentino.
Husk extended his arms further and Angel stepped into them, folding himself all six arms around Husk, just in case. He shut his eyes as they dropped at first but Husk was right. He soared. He flew loop-de-loops around the hotel until Angel whooped with joy. Angel sent up a little prayer – as if God could hear him down here in hell – that when he pointed out all of the VoxTek watching the hotel to Alastor, the Radio Demon had destroyed all the cameras. If not, he was in for it when Valentino found out because if Vox saw he’d tell Val because Angel had nothing Vox could blackmail him for.
Kissing Angel hard, Husk put on the brakes and set them down on the nose of Pen’s ship. He clipped Angel back onto the rope immediately. He wasn’t taking chances. Honestly, if he did fall from here, Angel would be fine. His big jumping legs would take up the shock. He was pretty sure Vaggie had flung him off a building higher than this but Husk wanted him safe and that protectiveness melted Angel’s damaged heart.
Their lips and teeth explored and nibbled as they balanced on the airship. Husk was right, this was so much easier in his bare paws. He trailed his fingers down Husk’s fluffy torso until he cupped Husk’s erection. Curling his fingers around it, he teased Husk until he was both moaning and purring at the same time.
“Fuck, kid, you’re merciless.” Husk’s warm breath ruffled Angel’s fuzz as he greedily pushed more of himself into Angel’s grasp.
With another set of hands, Angel teased Husk’s ass. “You have no idea. Now’s a good time to take wing, babe.”
Husk smirked but didn’t obey. Instead, he tickled a finger under the head of Angel’s cock, teasing a groan out of him. Husk toyed with the long shaft with its silly heart markings, not forgetting Angel’s pink-fuzzed jewels. Yep, definitely not having the high heels on while standing on the narrow nose of Pen’s airship had been the right call because Husk’s administrations made it hard to concentrate on things like standing.
Angel moaned when he lost that sensation as Husk stepped off the nose and flapped his wings. Angel drew his hips close and pressed a kiss to the tip of Husk’s cock. When Husk’s hips bucked against him, Angel firmly steadied them. He wasn’t letting Husk all the way in yet. No, he had more teasing to do with tongue and lip-blunted teeth. A benefit of having so many arms and was he could hold Husk but also be caressing his jewels and massaging his p-spot at the same time.
As Husk’s breathing quickened, Angel sucked him in deeper. Husk buried his hands in Angel’s hair, not to yank or control him like happened so many times on camera. No, he massaged Angel’s scalp and trailed his fingers down his neck and back up again, relaxing him, pleasing him. He drew his feathered tail up and down over Angel’s erection and the sensation was almost too much for him. How wonderful did that feel? This was almost perfect.
But almost was all it was because a thought slapped him and Angel gently slipped Husk out of his mouth. “Damn it, I forgot our new toy inside on Pen’s captain’s chair. I really wanted to add it to this.”
“I’ll get it.”
Husk flew over and eased his way back into the airship through its wicked ‘mouth’. Angel stroked himself, keeping the fires going while he waited for Husk to get that brilliant new toy Ozzie had sent him. His other fingers stayed busy opening himself up for that toy.
“Angel, what the actual fuck!?!”
Vaggie’s voice was so loud, he swore she had a megaphone. It also startled him so badly he lost his footing and went swinging from the nose of the ship. He dangled embarrassingly from his braided rope, all flailing arms and an erection like a weathervane pointing toward due embarrassment.
“Oh, Angel! Are you all right?” Charlie called up because of course they were together and the somehow innocent princess had seen him doing that.
Well you did show her one of your movies? She’s seen worse. Why is it somehow slightly more embarrassing with a live audience?
As he slowly rotated on his rope, he looked down at them, at this distance, two Lilliputians staring up at him. “I’m fine.”
“That doesn’t look fine. Why are you masturbating on Pentious’ ship?” Vaggie demanded to know.
“I wasn’t! I’m not up here alone, you know.”
“You sure look alone.”
“What are you doing back?” He huffed, crossing his arms, none of them covering his junk. “You were supposed to be out for a nice romantic dinner at the Top of the Pentagram.”
“It’s on fire,” Charlie replied. “We decided to come home and order delivery.”
“And we get naked horny spider who is most definitely alone.”
Angel glanced back at the airship. Had Husk raced through it and out the docking ramp into the hotel or was he rolling on the floor laughing his naked ass off? Before he could decide if he was letting Husk get away with hiding, a new voice joined the crowd.
“Hey, Angie, what are you doing up there?”
Angel groaned as Cherri parked a motorcycle with the modified sidecar that fit Pentious’ coiled body. “What the fuck? You two are supposed to be out all night too!”
“My ship!” Pentious cried.
“Is there some competition as to who is going to ruin my night more? Why are you back?” Angel sighed. He might as well retract his dangly bits since they weren’t likely to get used any time soon.
“Pen didn’t like the club so we came back to watch movies.” Cherri’s huge eye blinked. “I can see why you wanted everyone out of the hotel. That’s some high flying sex you have planned there.”
From this distance, Angel couldn’t be sure but he felt confident Cherri was smirking at him.
“Where are your clothes, whore bug?” Pentious snapped.
Whore bug? He hadn’t called Angel that in ages. “Inside on your captain’s chair.”
“My chair!”
“We’ll make Angel sanitize the ship,” Vaggie said.
“He doesn’t need to be back in there,” Pentious huffed, obviously annoyed by the invasion of his privacy. Angel couldn’t blame him too much.
“We’ll send Niffty in to clean, instead, okay?” Charlie patted Pentious’ shoulder. “Angel, do you need help? That doesn’t look safe.”
He laughed. “I’m just waiting to see who else is going to show up. Our short king? Mr. Freaky-face Creepy voice? 666 news crew?”
“He’s probably stuck and won’t admit it.” Pentious sniffed.
“Please, I’m a highly trained stunt pervert. I’m fine.” To prove his point, Angel swung up and caught the rope and worked through a quick little gymnastic routine around it. “See? The other stunt pervert ran out on me and is going to be slapping his own meat around for the foreseeable future.” He shot that bitterly back at the airship. Angel was pretty sure he heard Husk snickering inside of it.
“Just come down,” Vaggie said.
“I need my clothes.” Angel climbed up the rope and back onto the ship’s nose. Ugh, there were those stupid pink paws and everyone saw them.
“Stay out of my ship!” Pen shouted.
“I can get dressed and come down or I can stay out of your ship. I can’t do both.”
“Let the man dress, Penny.” Cherri chucked Pentious’ shoulder. “Come watch movies with us, you perv.”
“But Ms. Bomb….” Pen’s hood flagged, obviously not wanting company.
Just for that, Angel was going to join them and help himself to whatever delivery Charlie and Vaggie got because fuck everyone for coming home early and cock blocking him. He slipped in through the porthole. Yep, there was Husk – in his pants – laughing his ass off while leaning against the ship’s wheel.
Angel crossed all his arms, glaring. “Thanks for nothing, babe.”
“You thought I was going to rescue you from that dumpster fire? Tony, have you somehow missed I am exactly the kind of loser who thinks every man for himself?” Husk wiped tears of mirth from his eyes.
“I was totally serious about it being you and your hand for the foreseeable future,” Angel huffed, stalking over to grab his mini skirt. He sat on Pen’s chair, bare assed, and started to pull on his boots.
Husk waved him off. “I have more faith in your horniness. It won’t take you long to cave.”
“I heard you laughing in here. You’re on your own.” Angel put his nose in the air. “Meanwhile no one down there other than Charlie is going to let me hear the end of this. The least you could do is pop your head out the porthole and say hi.”
“Are you kidding? I’m going to pretend I was drunk in my room. For all I know you brought some other highly trained stunt pervert home and he abandoned you at the first hint of trouble.” Husk smirked.
“Keep talking. Those balls are gonna get mighty blue, babe.” Angel got to his high heeled feet and pulled on his skirt.
“Does it help if I say I was really enjoying our evening?”
“A little,” Angel tugged on his crop top.
“And I’m happy as hell that you forgot that toy inside the ship so my naked ass was not on view when everyone came home.”
“Such lonely nights ahead for you.” Angel wagged his head.
Husk stood and walked over to him. He kissed Angel softly. “You want to go downstairs?”
“I want to screw your brains out against that ship’s wheel but I’m ninety-five percent sure Pentious is on his way up here.”
“I do hear grumbling. Too bad he slithers and not stomps. Can’t quite tell how far away he is,” Husk said, edging toward the porthole.
“You best not be abandoning me again!”
Husk bailed out the porthole but he turned on wing and held out his arms. He gathered Angel to him and flew. They circled their way around the hotel, gliding down, kissing all the way. It wasn’t the night Angel had been hoping for but this feeling of flying and kissing was so nice he couldn’t be mad about it.
“We’ll never get near Pen’s ship again. He’ll station his egg bois there,” Angel said once Husk set him down.
“I know. There’s always the wrecked ship on the side of the hotel.”
“Or we could use Al’s radio station.” Angel grinned.
Husk winced. “Do you want to double die painfully?”
Angel snorted. “We could defile the carousel jammed into the building. What is up with all debris rammed into the building?”
“Literally no idea. So, the next time I surrender to your insanity, some wood horses are going to see some things.” Husk laughed.
“Sounds like a plan for if they ever leave me alone in the hotel again.” Angel pouted.
Husk linked hands with Angel when they strolled inside. Angel could almost forgive him for hiding and laughing. He’d probably had done exactly the same thing if he’d been the one to go in after the toy and Husk was the one flapping around naked and hard.
“And as I said earlier, it’s not surrendering to my insanity, Husky. It’s surrendering to the best time of your afterlife.”
“You have such a high opinion of your talents.”
“Am I wrong?”
Husk caressed Angel’s hip. “You are not. You’re better than you think.”
“Oh ho, high praise indeed. Now I regret not going somewhere inside and just letting you dick me down dirty, nice and loud but I’m already going to be sitting through some lecture. You just know it.”
Husk chuckled. “About not invading other people’s space and pleasuring yourself in public at the very least.”
“I was pleasuring you. Don’t trust me not to whip you right under the bus.” He booped Husk’s nose again.
“You had your chance and you didn’t. You’re a good boyfriend, Tony. Better than me.”
“You’re just lucky there wasn’t blood going to my brain and I didn’t think to do it. Come on, I want to sneak some of their delivery dinner. I’ve worked up an appetite. Also, we need very buttery popcorn because I plan to make movie night awkwaaaaaaard.”
“You’re an evil man, Tony.” Husk laughed harder.
“I am in hell for reasons.” Angel leaned down and snared another kiss from Husk.
Afterwards, he strutted into the lobby. Angel Dust did not do walks of shame. So, what if everyone just saw his cazzo hanging out in the breeze? People paid good money to see that. And later tonight maybe it wouldn’t be noisy and raunchy, but he was going to get Husk back out of those pants and get him to surrender to another of his good ideas. It was going to be one helluva night.
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Date: 2025-02-08 05:10 am (UTC)I read a long article about why loving parents accidentally forget their kids in the car. Apparently, a big factor is the parent doing something outside their usual routine. One's brain just doesn't acknowledge that there's been a change in plans. The brain will tell the parent that the kid is fine, till the parent finds out otherwise.
So be glad it was just your laundry. :/ Of course, if it happens more than once, it's worth checking it out with your doctor. Don't forget to have them check you for ADHD (if they haven't already).
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Date: 2025-02-08 05:51 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2025-02-08 06:00 am (UTC)I have ADHD. The doctor is aware. This is not the first incident. None of us think it's alzheimer's but more the effects of chronic illnesses that have neuro effects (like diabetes and depression)
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Date: 2025-02-08 07:06 am (UTC)Ah! So this is an "I know what's causing this, but it's still scary" experience.
I totally get you. Having one's brain go off on its own is terrifying. On the other hand, if brains didn't go off on their own paths, our fic wouldn't be as interesting, would it? I suppose this is the price we pay for creativity.
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Date: 2025-02-08 04:35 pm (UTC)That said diabetes can really play a number on your brain and with this new dexcom monitor my control is even worse than I thought or should be given how much medication I throw at the disease.
True quite a few creative people have some funky brain stuff ongoing. thanks
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Date: 2025-02-08 07:06 pm (UTC)My companion Joe says he had the same experience when he first went on the dexcom monitor, but then things got better than before the monitor, because he's able to control his blood sugar level better than before. Hope you improve too!
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Date: 2025-02-08 07:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-02-08 07:42 am (UTC)May I suggest keeping a diary? There are so many things you need to keep in mind from your schedule at work and meetings/preparations for it, to writing deadlines, keeping doctor's appointments, needing to order new medication & what you'll need from the grocery store, and even fun things like the festivals you plan to go to that it feels like a well-kept diary might help if you can check what you need to do for that day and to check what you might need to keep track of in the near future.
(I get that it's a hassle, but with everything you've got going on and your health being what it is, it might help your poor brain to have a reliable assistant.)
And for something extraordinary like using the laundromat, maybe write it on your hand? Or set an alert in your phone?
In any case, I do hope you can find strategies to cope with this. Good luck!
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Date: 2025-02-08 04:33 pm (UTC)It's not a bad idea. I've been using post-it notes actually at work. Might need to start doing it at home too
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Date: 2025-02-08 05:31 pm (UTC)Post-its are definitely a good option for some of this.
The reason I'd suggest an organizer of some sort (either on your phone or a paperback version) is that it'd be easier to go back and forth on what you need to do for today, what needs to be done sometime that week and what you can ban from your mind for the rest of the week because it's only due sometime next month. And it'd keep things in one place. (Which admittedly could turn into a problem if you forget it somewhere.)
But if post-its work and seeing too many of them doesn't feel overwhelming that definitely is worth a try. Could also try both for a month and see which you like better?
Re the whirling thoughts, have you ever tried something like solving crossword puzzles or sudokus or something when your head feels jumbled? Nothing too taxing as that'd get frustrating, but something that requires a bit of focus that needs to be stolen away from the whirly thoughts and might help your brain to settle down?
(Sorry, I wished so much I could solve these things for you.)
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Date: 2025-02-08 07:07 pm (UTC)I usually meditate because I will get too task orientated if I try much else when my brain goes whirling
thanks again
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Date: 2025-02-08 02:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-02-08 04:16 pm (UTC)Yes do go have your eyes looked at, a lot of things are highly treatable but if the damage progresses it's not reversable
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Date: 2025-02-08 02:30 pm (UTC)I read the comments as well; among the many things I didn't know about diabetes is that it has neurological effects that might lead to poor memory?!! o_O Just what I need.
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Date: 2025-02-08 04:15 pm (UTC)Diabetic meds can play a role too in memory issues. Diabetes is a complicated MFer. It affects the microvascular system leading to blindness and vascular dementia as well as bone loss and charcot foot.
But the effects of sugar are on cognitive processes as well. I tell my students when we're in endocrine that if I'm acting drunk up here, get me something with sugar and make sure I consume it. If I'm very bitchy and mean, my sugar is high. Just leave me alone that day. SO you're affected on either end of the spectrum AND can go into a coma on either end as well
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Date: 2025-02-08 05:51 pm (UTC)Charcot foot sounds horrible!
Ugh, the more I learn about diabetes, the less I like it. o_O
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Date: 2025-02-08 07:05 pm (UTC)diabetes is horrible.