My day as a manatee
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cornerofmadnessI went swimming at my brother's and that was nice.
Challenge #5
Journaling prompt: Be a carnival barker for your favorite movie, book, or show (or any other of your choice - game, comic, anything else)! Write a post that showcases the best your chosen title has to offer and entices passersby to check it out.
Creative prompt: Write a fic or original story about a character reluctantly doing something they are hesitant about.
This time I did both. So barker Dana...you'd think I'd go for Hazbin Hotel my newest fandom but no, let me tell you about The Owl House. Yes this show ended prematurely but Disney allowed it to wrap it up. I know that there is a lot of bitter feelings between the creator and Disney to the point Dana Terrance doesn't want to even think about revisiting it or doing anything else with it which is a pity (and while I have no proof of it I do feel like DeSantis and the pressure Florida was putting on Disney at the time might have played a role)
This is not your typical Disney. Take our lead, Luz Noceda, a Dominican girl (Latinx), light brown skin and she's bisexual. We get portal fic as she's transported to the Boiling Isle. Season one is mostly Luz's adventures with King, a small dog like creature with a bone head (who has such a big role that I don't want to ruin if you haven't seen it) and Edalyn who gives us chronic illness rep and independent woman as she lives with her curse (the illness).
Luz meets Amity Blight (boom enemies to well not quite lovers, they're 13 and this is disney). Amity brings in intelligence, parental neglect/abuse and our lesbian rep. Luz befriends first Willow Park (perhaps in her way the strongest of them and our pansexual rep and she's raised by two dads) and Gus (Black main character) Eda's sister, Lilith goes from enemy to friend (and is our Ace rep) and Eda's former/future lover Raine is our non-binary character.
We also have a child soldier, Hunter (another enemy to friend an bi rep) along with his 'uncle' Emperor Belos one of the best drawn villain I've seen in a long time.
So yes incredibly queer animation meant for young teens out of Disney of all things. I love this animation so much.
Now my story is very rough (sorry) and not what I thought I would do. What I did was find my beginning for the next story in my Husk Overlord series all that glitters. It will become the story Husk and Angel become lovers but I wanted more than an pwp and couldn't find my story. But the idea that Angel doesn't want to show his feet is canon and I thought this could be what gives me the story, someone it out to hurt Angel so yay for that.
Anyhow, this would be the opening scene of a much longer work but here you go. It has blood/injury, swears and references to Angel as a sex worker and Angel's past sexual abuse at Valentino's hands (nothing graphic but it's probably clear what he means)
Arackniss sucked at the filter of his cigarette, all eight eyes boring into Husker. The former mobster hadn’t been gifted with anything his brother had been by whatever cosmic entity decided on whatever weird-ass body you got in hell. Husker wish he knew so he could kick said entity in the balls for giving him wings that were forever in the way. In lieu of that he wished Arackniss would stop staring at him.
“How did you manage to get eight guards killed in one night?” Arackniss air quoted the word killed. The guards might not have been taken out by angelic steel but the mess that had been left of them – all those intermingled body parts – would take them forever to respawn. “Not that I’m complaining. Works good for us.” He passed Husker a portfolio of guards to choose from.
“I’d love to blame your brother for this but it really wasn’t his fault.” Husker swigged some of his whiskey.
“Are you sure? Anthony is great at causing chaos.”
“I’ve noticed. Cherri Bomb was here visiting him.”
Arackniss held up a hand. “Say no more. I can guess the rest. She threw some bombs and blew them up.”
“Technically she was throwing them at Sir Pentious’ airship and he let go with some of his weapons and long story short, they’re both banned from all my casinos.” Husker rolled his eyes. “Angel is a bit disappointed.”
“He adores Cherri. She gives him drugs and they party until one of them is passed out in an alley somewhere,” Arackniss scoffed.
“And comforted him when Valentino was particularly bad, according to Angel.”
Arackniss’ eyebrows shot up. “Really? Guess there’s something good about her. Where is Tony anyhow? I’m surprised that he’s not here draped over your desk trying to distract you. He seems to be feeling more himself lately after getting to pound Valentino into paste.”
“Angel’s working on a dress rehearsal of his latest show.” Husker glanced at his desk clock. “I should be there now actually. Want to join me? I can leaf through the portfolio while he’s on stage.”
“Yeah, sure if he’s keeping his clothes on for this.”
“He is. I’m not sure what he’s wearing but I’m supposed to see it now.”
He picked up the portfolio and Arackniss followed him through the casino to the stage Angel was rehearsing in. Angel was on stage in stockinged feet. He wore a metallic body suit with some real filigree and gears. His expression went brighter than the stage lights spotting them.
“Husky, how do you like it?” He struck a pose.
“It’s very interesting. I want to know the story of this character.” Husker gestured to it. “And yes, you look amazing.”
“Knowing it’s interesting is enough. You don’t have to always flatter me, baby. I’m not that vain.”
Arackniss laughed so hard he lost his cigarette. He wheezed-laughed as he groped on the floor for it.
“Nice to see you too, brother.”
“Don’t make me laugh, Tony!” Arackniss popped his cigarette back between his lips. “You thrive off flatter, always did.”
Angel flipped him off.
“We gonna see you dance in your silk stockings?” Arackniss asked.
“Pearl needed to see me for a question about the score. I’m gonna pull my boots on. You two can sit front row center and see how the dance goes. I’m a clockwork courtesan. Paris will be here shortly to dance with me.”
“Good, I’ll have a few minutes then to look over some replacements for my guards.”
Angel sighed. “I’m never hearing the end of this, am I?”
“Your girlfriend trashed his casino. What do you think?”
“I think I should have helped move Sir Pentious on faster but…it would have only ended up trashing more of the building. It usually does.” Angel sat on the edge of the stage next to his boots. “Okay, this suit is stiff. Gonna try doing this together to make it easier.” He eased his feet into both of them and then yanked them both up into place in one smooth move.
A shriek tore out of Angel and he flailed at the boots. Husker and Arackniss both raced out of their seat. Husker soared onto the stage and Arackniss leapt up. Pearl, the music director raced in from the wings. Angel had his boots off, blood streaming from his feet.
“What the hell happened?” Husker growled.
“I don’t know,” Angel panted.
“Glass.” Arackniss pointed to a large shard protruding from the bottom of Angel’s feet. He picked up a fallen boot and upended it. More crushed glass tumbled out. “Who would do this to you? Another deranged fan like the one who took me out?”
“Maybe. A jealous rival, Valentino paying someone off to get back at me.” Angel grimaced against the pain. “I dunno. My boots were in the dressing room. Lots of people could have gotten back there.”
“Okay, now I need to check the cameras back there but I’m getting you back to your suite. We need to get the glass out of your feet. Pearl, cancel the research for tonight. Tell everyone who needs to know.”
“Will do, sir.”
Husker scooped Angel up and the spider made it easier by curling around him. Arackniss followed them into the elevator. Husker gritted his teeth. Whoever had played this awful prank on Angel was going to pay dearly.
# # #
Angel swore under his breath in English and Italian and tossed in some Spanish he’d learned from Valentino. His feet throbbed and he was leaving a blood trail that Husker’s cleaning crew could follow. Arackniss ran ahead of them once they were in Angel’s suite.
“Bring him into the bathroom. We can get the glass out of his feet in the tub,” he said.
“I can do this myself,” Angel said, panic at letting Husker see his feet swamped him. It would be bad enough to have him see them in a normal state but to see them swelling and bloody, no that couldn’t happen.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Anthony. You’re all legs. Can you even get all the way down to those feet?” Arackniss ignored him as Husker set Angel on the edge of the tub.
“Yes! I’m damned flexible.”
“Your brother’s right. You have to let us help.” Husker rubbed Angel’s back. “I’ll get the first aid stuff and then I can go if you don’t want me to see them. I know you’re sensitive about them.”
“Still? Fratellino, Husker is gonna see your feet when you finally do get him into bed. What are you going to do? Wear your damn boots?” Arackniss glared at him and Angel wilted.
“You don’t see his movies so you don’t know,” Husker said. “He always wears shoes in his sex scenes except his first movie. It’s the one time we see his feet.”
Angel turned stunned eyes on Husker. “You’ve seen Angel and Delight?”
“Somewhere I probably still have the poster.” Husker winked at him. “I know you have two little pink claws for feet, baby. Also we put you to bed after the mess with Valentino. I saw them then too but I know this is a sensitive topic for you. Let me help get the big pieces out of your feet, the ones we can see through the nylons and then I’ll go if you want me to. Arackniss can take care of you. Your brother can handle your feet.”
“Please, he could try these feet on for size.” Arackniss held up his tiny paw. “Listen to Husker, Tone, you hard-headed dipshit. I could use the help patching you up.”
“You can help with the big pieces,” Angel conceded.
Husker turned on the water, letting the tub start to fill slowly. He fetched the first aid kit and somewhere found two sets of tweezers so they could get the hunks of glass out of his feet without slicing up their fingers. Bright drops of blood splashed into the water swirling. Angel tried not to hiss too much in pain, his fingers clenching the lip of the tub. He was gonna fuck up whoever did this to him. Bad. They were gonna regret their afterlives.
“That’s most of it but now we need to get the nylons off and get the little pieces out so we can clean these wounds and patch you up,” Husker said. “I’ll go if you want me to.”
Angel did want him to. He also couldn’t argue with the fact Husker knew what his horrible feet looked like. Angel grabbed one stocking and started pilling it off his foot. “Stay. Help Arackniss.”
He couldn’t help himself. Tears tracked down his cheeks as they worked. Angel wanted to pretend it was because of the pain but it was all down to the fact he had exposed himself. How fucking dumb was that? He danced around nude. He fucked for a living and he was upset that Husker saw his feet. Even as Arackniss held a magnifying glass in one set of hands and the tweezers in another, Angel wept as Husker cleansed the wound with a saltwater spray after Arackniss worked the glass out. Husker was surprisingly delicate as he wrapped gauze pads snug to the wounds after Arackniss cleaned the cuts out.
As Arackniss worked out a deep piece, Husker put a hand on Angel’s knee. “Angel, look at me.” When Angel refused, Husker said more softly, “Anthony, listen to me, I know what that bastard convinced you of. Maybe you thought your feet were ugly before Valentino. Maybe not. But I’m telling you I don’t think they’re ugly. Honestly, they’re a pretty shade of pink.”
At that moment, Arackniss pulled the deep shard of glass out and Angel yelped. Husker turned back to treating the oozing wound. Angel sniffled.
“I always thought they were dumb looking, especially how thick my calves are just above the ankle and all I have are these two little fat claws. Valentino slept with me once before he insisted on me wearing shoes or socks, just once. They’re ugly.”
“Your new guy is telling you he thinks they’re pretty. Either you believe him or you think he’s buttering you up to get something from you,” Arackniss summed up with his usual bluntness. “Which is it?”
“You don’t get it.”
“Yeah, I know, I’m not beautiful like you.” Arackniss yanked out another piece making Angel grunt. “You got one thing on you that you think ain’t beautiful. So the fuck what? Think I like looking at this face in the mirror with all my eyes going everywhere? You get cute little arcs of secondary eyes and I have a face like someone slammed the eyes in with a shotgun.”
“But has someone made you feel like they’re too hideous to look at for years?” Angel asked.
Arackniss grunted. “No and I get it. You always were sensitive about shit but have you died inside because Husker has seen these? Or maybe you’re seeing, it’s okay.”
“I’m not sure it’s okay…but it ain’t as bad as I thought it would be.”
“Good and later when these heal up, maybe I can convince you I don’t find them ugly.” Husker wrapped more gauze around the wound.”
“Maybe,” Angel said.
He lapsed back into silence. He’d never even considered his brother was sensitive about his own looks. Arackniss had never been a looker, not even when they had been alive and he was certainly an uglier spider than he was. Maybe it wasn’t so bad that the only part of him that he thought was bad were those feet. Husker wouldn’t lie to get him into bed. He wouldn’t even sleep with Angel, at least not yet. He was probably honest and it was something to think about.
“There, that looks like all of it,” Arackniss said.
“Let’s get you out on the lounger. You can rest up and we’ll order dinner in, watch movies. I’ll pick out some people for Arackniss to get down here. You can stay for movies and dinner if you want, Arackniss.”
“Can’t, gotta date. Take care of Anthony. I’ll clean up in here.”
“Thanks, Arackniss. Here, keep off your feet. I’ll help you.” Husker lifted Angel up and he let him, enjoying the tender care.
True to his word, he put Angel on his lounger and handed him the remote.
“Let me make my decisions on staffing and I’ll join you.”
“No rush. I’m fine, just plotting revenge when we figure out who fucked with me.”
“Great. I’ll help.”
Angel smiled. He left Husker to make his decisions. He’d already made one for himself. He could share everything with Husker and from now on he would.
Challenge #5
Journaling prompt: Be a carnival barker for your favorite movie, book, or show (or any other of your choice - game, comic, anything else)! Write a post that showcases the best your chosen title has to offer and entices passersby to check it out.
Creative prompt: Write a fic or original story about a character reluctantly doing something they are hesitant about.
This time I did both. So barker Dana...you'd think I'd go for Hazbin Hotel my newest fandom but no, let me tell you about The Owl House. Yes this show ended prematurely but Disney allowed it to wrap it up. I know that there is a lot of bitter feelings between the creator and Disney to the point Dana Terrance doesn't want to even think about revisiting it or doing anything else with it which is a pity (and while I have no proof of it I do feel like DeSantis and the pressure Florida was putting on Disney at the time might have played a role)
This is not your typical Disney. Take our lead, Luz Noceda, a Dominican girl (Latinx), light brown skin and she's bisexual. We get portal fic as she's transported to the Boiling Isle. Season one is mostly Luz's adventures with King, a small dog like creature with a bone head (who has such a big role that I don't want to ruin if you haven't seen it) and Edalyn who gives us chronic illness rep and independent woman as she lives with her curse (the illness).
Luz meets Amity Blight (boom enemies to well not quite lovers, they're 13 and this is disney). Amity brings in intelligence, parental neglect/abuse and our lesbian rep. Luz befriends first Willow Park (perhaps in her way the strongest of them and our pansexual rep and she's raised by two dads) and Gus (Black main character) Eda's sister, Lilith goes from enemy to friend (and is our Ace rep) and Eda's former/future lover Raine is our non-binary character.
We also have a child soldier, Hunter (another enemy to friend an bi rep) along with his 'uncle' Emperor Belos one of the best drawn villain I've seen in a long time.
So yes incredibly queer animation meant for young teens out of Disney of all things. I love this animation so much.
Now my story is very rough (sorry) and not what I thought I would do. What I did was find my beginning for the next story in my Husk Overlord series all that glitters. It will become the story Husk and Angel become lovers but I wanted more than an pwp and couldn't find my story. But the idea that Angel doesn't want to show his feet is canon and I thought this could be what gives me the story, someone it out to hurt Angel so yay for that.
Anyhow, this would be the opening scene of a much longer work but here you go. It has blood/injury, swears and references to Angel as a sex worker and Angel's past sexual abuse at Valentino's hands (nothing graphic but it's probably clear what he means)
Arackniss sucked at the filter of his cigarette, all eight eyes boring into Husker. The former mobster hadn’t been gifted with anything his brother had been by whatever cosmic entity decided on whatever weird-ass body you got in hell. Husker wish he knew so he could kick said entity in the balls for giving him wings that were forever in the way. In lieu of that he wished Arackniss would stop staring at him.
“How did you manage to get eight guards killed in one night?” Arackniss air quoted the word killed. The guards might not have been taken out by angelic steel but the mess that had been left of them – all those intermingled body parts – would take them forever to respawn. “Not that I’m complaining. Works good for us.” He passed Husker a portfolio of guards to choose from.
“I’d love to blame your brother for this but it really wasn’t his fault.” Husker swigged some of his whiskey.
“Are you sure? Anthony is great at causing chaos.”
“I’ve noticed. Cherri Bomb was here visiting him.”
Arackniss held up a hand. “Say no more. I can guess the rest. She threw some bombs and blew them up.”
“Technically she was throwing them at Sir Pentious’ airship and he let go with some of his weapons and long story short, they’re both banned from all my casinos.” Husker rolled his eyes. “Angel is a bit disappointed.”
“He adores Cherri. She gives him drugs and they party until one of them is passed out in an alley somewhere,” Arackniss scoffed.
“And comforted him when Valentino was particularly bad, according to Angel.”
Arackniss’ eyebrows shot up. “Really? Guess there’s something good about her. Where is Tony anyhow? I’m surprised that he’s not here draped over your desk trying to distract you. He seems to be feeling more himself lately after getting to pound Valentino into paste.”
“Angel’s working on a dress rehearsal of his latest show.” Husker glanced at his desk clock. “I should be there now actually. Want to join me? I can leaf through the portfolio while he’s on stage.”
“Yeah, sure if he’s keeping his clothes on for this.”
“He is. I’m not sure what he’s wearing but I’m supposed to see it now.”
He picked up the portfolio and Arackniss followed him through the casino to the stage Angel was rehearsing in. Angel was on stage in stockinged feet. He wore a metallic body suit with some real filigree and gears. His expression went brighter than the stage lights spotting them.
“Husky, how do you like it?” He struck a pose.
“It’s very interesting. I want to know the story of this character.” Husker gestured to it. “And yes, you look amazing.”
“Knowing it’s interesting is enough. You don’t have to always flatter me, baby. I’m not that vain.”
Arackniss laughed so hard he lost his cigarette. He wheezed-laughed as he groped on the floor for it.
“Nice to see you too, brother.”
“Don’t make me laugh, Tony!” Arackniss popped his cigarette back between his lips. “You thrive off flatter, always did.”
Angel flipped him off.
“We gonna see you dance in your silk stockings?” Arackniss asked.
“Pearl needed to see me for a question about the score. I’m gonna pull my boots on. You two can sit front row center and see how the dance goes. I’m a clockwork courtesan. Paris will be here shortly to dance with me.”
“Good, I’ll have a few minutes then to look over some replacements for my guards.”
Angel sighed. “I’m never hearing the end of this, am I?”
“Your girlfriend trashed his casino. What do you think?”
“I think I should have helped move Sir Pentious on faster but…it would have only ended up trashing more of the building. It usually does.” Angel sat on the edge of the stage next to his boots. “Okay, this suit is stiff. Gonna try doing this together to make it easier.” He eased his feet into both of them and then yanked them both up into place in one smooth move.
A shriek tore out of Angel and he flailed at the boots. Husker and Arackniss both raced out of their seat. Husker soared onto the stage and Arackniss leapt up. Pearl, the music director raced in from the wings. Angel had his boots off, blood streaming from his feet.
“What the hell happened?” Husker growled.
“I don’t know,” Angel panted.
“Glass.” Arackniss pointed to a large shard protruding from the bottom of Angel’s feet. He picked up a fallen boot and upended it. More crushed glass tumbled out. “Who would do this to you? Another deranged fan like the one who took me out?”
“Maybe. A jealous rival, Valentino paying someone off to get back at me.” Angel grimaced against the pain. “I dunno. My boots were in the dressing room. Lots of people could have gotten back there.”
“Okay, now I need to check the cameras back there but I’m getting you back to your suite. We need to get the glass out of your feet. Pearl, cancel the research for tonight. Tell everyone who needs to know.”
“Will do, sir.”
Husker scooped Angel up and the spider made it easier by curling around him. Arackniss followed them into the elevator. Husker gritted his teeth. Whoever had played this awful prank on Angel was going to pay dearly.
# # #
Angel swore under his breath in English and Italian and tossed in some Spanish he’d learned from Valentino. His feet throbbed and he was leaving a blood trail that Husker’s cleaning crew could follow. Arackniss ran ahead of them once they were in Angel’s suite.
“Bring him into the bathroom. We can get the glass out of his feet in the tub,” he said.
“I can do this myself,” Angel said, panic at letting Husker see his feet swamped him. It would be bad enough to have him see them in a normal state but to see them swelling and bloody, no that couldn’t happen.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Anthony. You’re all legs. Can you even get all the way down to those feet?” Arackniss ignored him as Husker set Angel on the edge of the tub.
“Yes! I’m damned flexible.”
“Your brother’s right. You have to let us help.” Husker rubbed Angel’s back. “I’ll get the first aid stuff and then I can go if you don’t want me to see them. I know you’re sensitive about them.”
“Still? Fratellino, Husker is gonna see your feet when you finally do get him into bed. What are you going to do? Wear your damn boots?” Arackniss glared at him and Angel wilted.
“You don’t see his movies so you don’t know,” Husker said. “He always wears shoes in his sex scenes except his first movie. It’s the one time we see his feet.”
Angel turned stunned eyes on Husker. “You’ve seen Angel and Delight?”
“Somewhere I probably still have the poster.” Husker winked at him. “I know you have two little pink claws for feet, baby. Also we put you to bed after the mess with Valentino. I saw them then too but I know this is a sensitive topic for you. Let me help get the big pieces out of your feet, the ones we can see through the nylons and then I’ll go if you want me to. Arackniss can take care of you. Your brother can handle your feet.”
“Please, he could try these feet on for size.” Arackniss held up his tiny paw. “Listen to Husker, Tone, you hard-headed dipshit. I could use the help patching you up.”
“You can help with the big pieces,” Angel conceded.
Husker turned on the water, letting the tub start to fill slowly. He fetched the first aid kit and somewhere found two sets of tweezers so they could get the hunks of glass out of his feet without slicing up their fingers. Bright drops of blood splashed into the water swirling. Angel tried not to hiss too much in pain, his fingers clenching the lip of the tub. He was gonna fuck up whoever did this to him. Bad. They were gonna regret their afterlives.
“That’s most of it but now we need to get the nylons off and get the little pieces out so we can clean these wounds and patch you up,” Husker said. “I’ll go if you want me to.”
Angel did want him to. He also couldn’t argue with the fact Husker knew what his horrible feet looked like. Angel grabbed one stocking and started pilling it off his foot. “Stay. Help Arackniss.”
He couldn’t help himself. Tears tracked down his cheeks as they worked. Angel wanted to pretend it was because of the pain but it was all down to the fact he had exposed himself. How fucking dumb was that? He danced around nude. He fucked for a living and he was upset that Husker saw his feet. Even as Arackniss held a magnifying glass in one set of hands and the tweezers in another, Angel wept as Husker cleansed the wound with a saltwater spray after Arackniss worked the glass out. Husker was surprisingly delicate as he wrapped gauze pads snug to the wounds after Arackniss cleaned the cuts out.
As Arackniss worked out a deep piece, Husker put a hand on Angel’s knee. “Angel, look at me.” When Angel refused, Husker said more softly, “Anthony, listen to me, I know what that bastard convinced you of. Maybe you thought your feet were ugly before Valentino. Maybe not. But I’m telling you I don’t think they’re ugly. Honestly, they’re a pretty shade of pink.”
At that moment, Arackniss pulled the deep shard of glass out and Angel yelped. Husker turned back to treating the oozing wound. Angel sniffled.
“I always thought they were dumb looking, especially how thick my calves are just above the ankle and all I have are these two little fat claws. Valentino slept with me once before he insisted on me wearing shoes or socks, just once. They’re ugly.”
“Your new guy is telling you he thinks they’re pretty. Either you believe him or you think he’s buttering you up to get something from you,” Arackniss summed up with his usual bluntness. “Which is it?”
“You don’t get it.”
“Yeah, I know, I’m not beautiful like you.” Arackniss yanked out another piece making Angel grunt. “You got one thing on you that you think ain’t beautiful. So the fuck what? Think I like looking at this face in the mirror with all my eyes going everywhere? You get cute little arcs of secondary eyes and I have a face like someone slammed the eyes in with a shotgun.”
“But has someone made you feel like they’re too hideous to look at for years?” Angel asked.
Arackniss grunted. “No and I get it. You always were sensitive about shit but have you died inside because Husker has seen these? Or maybe you’re seeing, it’s okay.”
“I’m not sure it’s okay…but it ain’t as bad as I thought it would be.”
“Good and later when these heal up, maybe I can convince you I don’t find them ugly.” Husker wrapped more gauze around the wound.”
“Maybe,” Angel said.
He lapsed back into silence. He’d never even considered his brother was sensitive about his own looks. Arackniss had never been a looker, not even when they had been alive and he was certainly an uglier spider than he was. Maybe it wasn’t so bad that the only part of him that he thought was bad were those feet. Husker wouldn’t lie to get him into bed. He wouldn’t even sleep with Angel, at least not yet. He was probably honest and it was something to think about.
“There, that looks like all of it,” Arackniss said.
“Let’s get you out on the lounger. You can rest up and we’ll order dinner in, watch movies. I’ll pick out some people for Arackniss to get down here. You can stay for movies and dinner if you want, Arackniss.”
“Can’t, gotta date. Take care of Anthony. I’ll clean up in here.”
“Thanks, Arackniss. Here, keep off your feet. I’ll help you.” Husker lifted Angel up and he let him, enjoying the tender care.
True to his word, he put Angel on his lounger and handed him the remote.
“Let me make my decisions on staffing and I’ll join you.”
“No rush. I’m fine, just plotting revenge when we figure out who fucked with me.”
“Great. I’ll help.”
Angel smiled. He left Husker to make his decisions. He’d already made one for himself. He could share everything with Husker and from now on he would.
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Date: 2025-07-20 12:24 pm (UTC)Also, you reminded me. I saw a license plate the other day that had the letters HZN and my first thought was, that could be a shortcut for Hazbin Hotel, lol! (Mostly just Hazbin, and I added the hotel.)
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