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Hazbin Hotel RP | FAN RP ACCOUNT 🔞

[♠️🅷♦️🆄♣️🆂♥️🅺🍸 @AlcoholicAces]

{ 𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕥, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕡𝕒𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕕𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖. }
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🥃 Mature Themes
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[♠️🅷♦️🆄♣️🆂♥️🅺🍸 @AlcoholicAces]

“Heh sweet tha—“

[♠️🅷♦️🆄♣️🆂♥️🅺🍸 @AlcoholicAces]

Husk breaks an empty liquor bottle in half, holding it like a weapon as he moves to stand with the rest of the hotel staff and guests behind the princess.

He never liked know-it-all pricks with ugly smiles.
#HHHSoiree

[♠️🅷♦️🆄♣️🆂♥️🅺🍸 @AlcoholicAces]

He’s in the middle of a deep swig when...

IT happens.

His eyes settle on @KillerRadioHost , and the bottle in his grip shatters.

“...YOU.” #HHHSoiree

[♠️🅷♦️🆄♣️🆂♥️🅺🍸 @AlcoholicAces]

Everybody’s got beef in this fuckin’ hotel.

Husk just sits back and takes a deeeeep pull from a bottle of whatever.

None of HIS business.
#HHHSoiree

[♠️🅷♦️🆄♣️🆂♥️🅺🍸 @AlcoholicAces]

He’s dead, jim.

#HHHSoiree

[♠️🅷♦️🆄♣️🆂♥️🅺🍸 @AlcoholicAces]

@dormivegliah

[♠️🅷♦️🆄♣️🆂♥️🅺🍸 @AlcoholicAces]

“You ever seen a naked spider get tarred an’ feathered with frosting and ass hair”

Drinks deeply.

“I have”

#HHHSoiree

[♠️🅷♦️🆄♣️🆂♥️🅺🍸 @AlcoholicAces]

@R0yallyFlushed Why, it’s his drunken doppelgänger, who appears when Husk is tanked enough to see double! He chortles, feeling like a genius of revenge.

“Heh, yeah, here, hold the bowl a sec”

He makes Other Husk hold the batter while he scratches his ass over it, hairs falling out in clumps.

[♠️🅷♦️🆄♣️🆂♥️🅺🍸 @AlcoholicAces]

“I’ll show them fuckin’ culinary arts,” Husk grumbles, tossing a handful of his ass hairs into some cookie batter. #HHHSoiree

[♠️🅷♦️🆄♣️🆂♥️🅺🍸 @AlcoholicAces]

HEY PARDON MY FRENCH BUT FUCK YOU #HHHSoiree

[🎙𝙰𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁. @DiabolicalDeer]

“And they’re off!! It seems each of our contestants already have chosen incredibly varied battle strategies for this baking contest! I haven’t anticipated THIS much utter disappointment since that time I asked Husk to change a lightbulb! How about you, gentlemen?”

#HHHSoiree

[♠️🅷♦️🆄♣️🆂♥️🅺🍸 @AlcoholicAces]

@KittenTheGrouch @MagiMevi “...”

Without breaking eye contact, Husk puked up a slimy mass of sequins in the vague shape of a fist flipping her off.

“I’m goin’ back to the fuckin’ bar,” he grumbled, scratching his ass and standing up—Only to stumble, falling sideways.

Concussions and alcohol don’t mix.

[♠️🅷♦️🆄♣️🆂♥️🅺🍸 @AlcoholicAces]

@MagiMevi @KittenTheGrouch Husk somehow clung to consciousness, squinting up at the ceiling from where he lay spread-eagle on his back.

“...Why. Why do I ALWAYS get CONCUSSED around you b. You broads—Youh. YHGH—“

Husk rollerd over, yakking like he was going to barf up a hairball.

Surprise, it’s sequins.

[♠️🅷♦️🆄♣️🆂♥️🅺🍸 @AlcoholicAces]

@KittenTheGrouch “—MEEEAAAARRRRGRHH—“

Husk fucking arcs into the air, colliding with the flimsy cardboard star costume and sending crappily-glued golden sequins EXPLODING everywhere.

Sparkles are falling so thickly in the air that it’s hard to tell where Husk OR Char went.