To whoever is having a hard time with Christmas, just know that you are not alone ❤️
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Did anyone ever play that sims game on the psp back in the day I played it a lot as a kid and basically never left the gas station starting area because I was a kid and you could make out with people on the couch inside the gas station (why did it have a couch????) And basically I just made relationships with everyone in the gastation until I could make out with them and it took like months before I ever moved on to another area (I think there were werewolves???)
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Huskerdusk druunk fic~
Cws: drinking, typical hazbin hotel content, talking about Angel Dust's job as a sexworkr gettin treated like shit
“Spent the last twelve hours suckin' dick baby~! I ain't about to spend an hour more,” Angel Dust was flushed pink with alcohol, “If anyone is suckin, you can.”
Angel lifted up the can of some obnoxiously pink mixed drink to drink more. Husk huffed into his own glass of alcohol. At least it was better than that two dollar a can shit even if it was bottom shelf in hell.
Angel arched his back in a stretch, giddy with drunken giggles, and re-crossed his legs over Husker's lap.
“Fuck me, I had to be a stone all day- you'd think that my representan- reco…. Repre. You'd think my ability to moan for hours would mean I don't get stuck without gettin’ off- but here we are!”
Husker rolled his eyes and ran a hand up and down the lower half of Angel's leg. This was probably the third night running he'd been bitching about work like this- he had either done something right and this was a misguided attempt at a reprieve, or he had done something so vilely wrong that he was being punished for. Ringing ears notwithstanding, Husk was beyond proud Angel stayed away from his usual vices of nose candy and unsafe hookups.
“An’ then, of course, the asshole leaves me so high and dry I can't get myself off! Baby cakes, are you even listening?”
“Oh, I am hearing you,” Husker crooned, “I hear a lot of bitching and just waiting for you to wear yourself out.”
“Lung capacity, baby~! I could go aaaaalllllllll night~”
“I am sure you could,” Husk patted Angel's leg once more for good measure before pushing himself up and continuing, “you're also sloshed. Three sheets to the wind. Drunker than a skunk, and I ain't about to let you make regrettable choices.”
“Fuck, I really thought this was headin' to gettin’ head,” Angel scratched at the back of his neck.
“Not on my watch, not with you drunk.”
“My knight in shinin’ armor~”
Angel had leaned forward only to get pushed back by Husk's hand in his face.
"I'd say it's about time for you to put down that nightmare in a can and catch some zee's," Husker teased, "and we can see how you're feeling about head come morning."
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druunks~ (interesting, what the're talking about)
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Hey guys I’m druunk but alive
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I JUST WANT YOU TO SAY ITthisreminded me of skeppy onthe druunk stream and i got dizzy wow maybe i should kill myself
before you do cna we watch that together on friday
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my commanding officer seeing our forces outmaneuvered, soon to be decimated along with our own lives, a tear rolling down his cheek: "first officer, in my quarters, ive saved a bottle of fine cognac for decades waiting for a fitting occasion. this isnt quite the right time, but go and fetch it anyway."
me walking away, flustered: omg is he trying to get me druunk? 😵💫😳😖
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