Another day of not going to plan
Around 11pm last night I started getting sinus infection symptoms (because of course I didn't go for the sick cancelation insurance on my ticket) I hit it pretty hard with nasal saline but it took me until about 3:30 today to feel much improved (still damn tired though) I decided no to the Franklin Conservancy's lights because it too was 30$ and I wasn't sure I could hang in there to see it all and if I did would I be okay for tomorrow?
So I still didn't get anything cleaned (but I did get my next back procedure scheduled) Found out my fabric winter purse is too thick to use those push pin type of enameled pins well and somehow I've lost track of where my Fizzarolli pin went. sigh. Packed it up (forgot my lounge pants) and I'm at the casino. From here it's about 12 miles to the conference center so I can get up and get there while there's still parking and the line won't take up half my damn day.
Since I've been here last they've added Guy Fieri's Trattoria if I want over priced pasta. I decided yes I did but the wait was so damn long I almost left but she's like if you want to sit at hte bar you can eat now. Yes please. The pasta carbonara was very good, the Italian Manhattan wasn't worth the price but still good (god, when did cocktails become 15-20$)
From there I found a slot machine Devil's luck with a Helluva boss styled imp (okay I'm sure he was a fat little devil) and two fat nuggets pink piggie banks that said PLAY ME. Nearly lost 30$ in like 10 minutes (and I was bitching about the cost of dinner while I'm shoving bills into a machine like this was monopoly money) On the last spin before I hit my cash out limit I won 100$. I scurried off to my room after that.
And honestly I'm tired so as disappointing as it was to not go to the lights it was the right choice.
Advent Joy
Day 6 - Watch a funny video to lift the spirits: So easily done. Thank you Dylan Hollis for being so much fun. Ditto Reed Donat with your Hellaverse shorts
Day 6 tea is technically day 7's (it was a tisane so I switched it for 7) It was black currant (and they're supposed to be immune boosting). it was excellent. I need to buy this one from them.
My fic for the week
Title: My Bed at Three
Summary: Sometimes Angel wants the silliest of things. Who is Husk to say no?
Author Note - Written for spikesgirl58’s six word challenge and the six words were Use, Sass, Illustrious, Awake, Long, & Fantastic and for the allbingo prompt of body paint and the lyrical titles challenge for the prompt of Line from the chorus using Too Sweet by Hozier. You can find the song here.
I think I'll take my whiskey neat
My coffee black and my bed at three
Too Sweet - Hozier
“Yes, I am the Illustrious Angel Dust.” Angel bowed to a group of fans on the street, repeating the title they used to get his attention. Had Angel ever been called that before? Husk wasn’t sure Angel was actually respected. Infamous would be more apt.
Husk side eyed him. As per their agreement, they did nothing to look coupley on the street where Vox’s cameras might pick them up. What he hadn’t expected was for Angel to get mobbed by fans so often whenever they’d go out into town. Some of the thirstier of the bastards were likely to literally mob him and Angel was fast with his fists when that happened. He didn’t need Husk protecting him which went against Husk’s instincts. He didn’t care about much but those he did care about, he protected.
Standing on the sidewalk, tapping his toes, Husk pointed to the clock tower to indicate that he was tired of waiting for Angel to sign autographs and take selfies - none of which came free. Finally, Angel wrapped it up, rescued his shopping bags from the sidewalk and started walking.
“Sorry about that, Whiskers.”
“I knew I should have left your ass.” Husk narrowed his eyes at him. Angel was fully aware Husk hated that nickname. He used it anyhow when he was in full on brat-mode which he had been all day. He should contact Arackniss again and ask how best to deal with Angel in that mood. Last time he asked, the little spider overlord’s advice was ‘kick him in the balls.’ Somehow Husk doubted that would get him the results he wanted.
“Give me sass and you won’t benefit from what’s in the bags.” Angel arched his eyebrows at him.
Husk snorted. “You’re the last person to tell anyone not to sass people. You’re made of pure sass.”
“Liberally mixed with pure sex. It’s a spicy combination.”
“You’re impossible.”
“I’m delicious.” Angel pursed his lips at Husk.
Husk rolled his eyes but he could hardly argue. Angel was delicious.
“You’d find out better if you allowed me to get that edible body paint.”
“Angel, we’re covered in fur, mine thicker than yours. You might get off on sucking badly flavored chocolate paint out of my fur but there’s only so much fuzz I want on my tongue,” Husk replied.
Angel laughed. “That settles a bet I had with Cherri. You don’t use your tongue to self-bathe like a cat.”
His face heating up, Husk swallowed the urge to chuck his lover down the nearest sewer grate and walk on. The shit this guy said…. “I do not.”
“If it helps, I like the barbs on your tongue, especially when it’s wrapped around my long-”
Husk elbowed Angel hard because he’d need to flap his wings to get the height needed to clamp a hand over that big, always-talking mouth.
“You’re in a mood,” Angel sulked.
Finally, his damn car was in sight. Husk hurried to it. “Me? You’re being very Angel Dusty today.”
Angel huffed. “I know what would put you in a better mood.” He put his packages on the roof and dug in one. He pulled out a bottle of high end whiskey. “Some of this, neat. I’ll line the shooters up on my bare belly.”
Husk’s mouth went dry at the thought of it and blood started leaving his brain for hotter regions further south. He shook himself out of it and opened the doors. “Save that for later. We’re not having sex in my car. This leather doesn’t stay this nice without effort.”
“No sex in this car. No sex in Lucifer’s limo, beginning to think you just don’t like car sex.” Angel stowed the packages in the back.
“I can think of more comfortable places. Besides, half the time, I end up fucking a ton of glitter out of your fuzz. Doesn’t that shit itch?”
“Yes and it barely wants out of my fur no matter how hard I scrub. But you know Valentino likes me to glow on stage.” Angel sighed and slipped into the car.
“I know, kid. Not complaining just rather not have it in my car.”
Angel offered up a sad smile. “But your sheets are okay.”
“They’re fine.”
“That said, I think my packages might be better used in my room. I come better equipped for them.”
“More bondage?” Great that was all Husk needed. He’d be thinking of that and drive them straight into a light pole or something.
“Not tonight. I was thinking of something more…athletic.” He smirked over at Husk. “If you can keep up, old man.”
“Keep it up and you’ll be athletic alone. Try not to break it.”
He snorted. “I’m an expert, Husk. I’m not going to break anything.”
Husk shook his head. He was never going to win a sex argument with the master.
# # #
Husk had drank several black coffees to keep himself awake and energized. He’d be damned if Angel was going to accuse him of being old and tired. Truthfully, there was nothing old about his body. Thankfully hell didn’t give people back their old worn out forms - provided they had lived as long as he had - but the forms it did give them…he’d never get use to it or like it. His brain might remember being seventy but this body was a young and virile as it had been when he was twenty-five. He didn’t soak it in booze tonight because he planned on keeping pace with Angel who never had the chance to get age on his brain.
He rapped on the Angel’s bedroom door and opened it when he heard Angel invite him in. To his surprise, Fat Nuggets wasn’t in residence. Angel’s usually colorful bedding was folded up in a corner and a plain white sheet rested on the bed.
“Where’s your baby?”
“Your room for the night.”
Husk narrowed his eyes. He didn’t mind Fat Nuggets being temporarily rehomed. He was a very good pig and litter trained. Angel always had him well-oiled up in safe for pigs perfumed oils so the hell hog didn’t stink too badly. “Why did you temporarily rehome Nuggs? Just trying to get a handle on your expectations for the evening. You don’t usually toss out Nuggets.”
“For one it’s morning.” Angel gestured to the clock which read 1:45 in the morning. “And I have so many expectations. Where shall I begin?”
“Pick a spot and go.”
“I have these.” Angel took some tubs of paint off his vanity.
“Antonio, I’m pretty sure I said no flavored paint.”
“Oh these aren’t flavored. And they wash right out. Trust me. I’ve used them before. If they don’t stain my white fluff, your dark fur will be fine.”
“I’m not sure I’m following.”
“We paint each other up and then we have sex on that canvas over there.” He jerked a thumb to the plain white sheet. “Our bodies make paint a picture of our love.”
“Ah…yeah…” Husk shot the bed a nervous look. “So what you’re saying is if that doesn’t look like a Jackson Pollack painting by the time we’re done, you’re going to be disappointed.”
“Not sure who that is but if all we get are two ass cheeks and some handprints then yes, deeply so.” Angel held out the paints. “What do you want?”
“A sane boyfriend.”
“Ship’s already sailed.” Angel danced the paints back and forth in front of Husk.
“And crashed into the side of this hotel.” Husk shook his head. “And what do you propose we do with this masterpiece once we’re done?”
“Frame it and hang it in the lobby. We can tell Charlie we finally took her up on her art therapy plans. She’ll be all Fantastic, Angel! I knew you could do it! Look at your joy all over the canvas!’” Angel did a little jump and fist pump mimicking Charlie well.
Husk burst out laughing, unable to stop until he was wheezing and wiping his teary eyes. “Oh my fucking god, Angel!”
“What? You know she would.”
Husk held out a hand. “Blue and purple.”
Angel’s eyes brightened. He’d been expecting him to say no. “I’ll take gold and red.” His gaze flicked down. “You’re doing textures with that feather duster tail of yours.”
“We’ll see. I have to be crazy to say yes to this.”
Angel put his arms around Husk. “Yeah but you’re my kind of crazy.”
“And you’re mine.”
Husk kissed him hard, not the only thing hard as he pictured himself stripping and painting Angel. This might be the silliest thing he’d ever done but damn it, he was doing it up right.
Face From The Past. Fake
For What Is Telling Hazbin Hotel
Lieutenant Hornblower
Big Sister Torchwood
Krampus Claus is Coming to Town. The Man From U.N.C.L.E.
the face I wear behind my grin Horizon
Sand and Water Batman
Just A Little Thing Helluva Boss
One Night, No Strings Hazbin Hotel
Unusual Excursion Torchwood
arms of a charming mistake Star Trek: Voyager
Cookie Time 9-1-1
Chill Overnight Hazbin Hotel
No Trip Could Be Too Far STargate Atlantis
The Tale of Josephine Lattimer Murder She Wrote & Supernatural
The Trade teen Wolf
I had a bizarre dream. The beginning is faded from my memory but I was somewhere with friends. We were going back home or at least to my hotel. I remember the GPS being too slow and I missed my off ramp which had happened before because I knew how to get back around but I missed another turn in the dark.
I was suddenly in a small village, completely lost. At one point I see a small church with a run down abandoned cemetery with the old style slate headstones, crumbling and broken. I drive into it but then the road disappears. Rather than put it in reverse I keep driving right over the head stones hoping I wasn’t breaking more, breaking my SUV and that no one saw me.
Once I get out of the cemetery (still lost) the road gets light…no, it looks like the graphics on a GPS at night, you know that white glowing road thing? I go to futz with my gps and I’m not alone in the car. My uncle (the one with brain cancer) is there and he’s young again, glowing (naked but sitting in a way you could barely tell.) I knew then he was gone so I asked him, are you crossing over? He said yes. Are you a peace? He smiled and I thought I need to call my parents and tell them he’s gone. (He isn’t by the way in spite of this feeling very much like a visitation)
So I still didn't get anything cleaned (but I did get my next back procedure scheduled) Found out my fabric winter purse is too thick to use those push pin type of enameled pins well and somehow I've lost track of where my Fizzarolli pin went. sigh. Packed it up (forgot my lounge pants) and I'm at the casino. From here it's about 12 miles to the conference center so I can get up and get there while there's still parking and the line won't take up half my damn day.
Since I've been here last they've added Guy Fieri's Trattoria if I want over priced pasta. I decided yes I did but the wait was so damn long I almost left but she's like if you want to sit at hte bar you can eat now. Yes please. The pasta carbonara was very good, the Italian Manhattan wasn't worth the price but still good (god, when did cocktails become 15-20$)
From there I found a slot machine Devil's luck with a Helluva boss styled imp (okay I'm sure he was a fat little devil) and two fat nuggets pink piggie banks that said PLAY ME. Nearly lost 30$ in like 10 minutes (and I was bitching about the cost of dinner while I'm shoving bills into a machine like this was monopoly money) On the last spin before I hit my cash out limit I won 100$. I scurried off to my room after that.
And honestly I'm tired so as disappointing as it was to not go to the lights it was the right choice.
Advent Joy
Day 6 - Watch a funny video to lift the spirits: So easily done. Thank you Dylan Hollis for being so much fun. Ditto Reed Donat with your Hellaverse shorts
Day 6 tea is technically day 7's (it was a tisane so I switched it for 7) It was black currant (and they're supposed to be immune boosting). it was excellent. I need to buy this one from them.
My fic for the week
Title: My Bed at Three
Summary: Sometimes Angel wants the silliest of things. Who is Husk to say no?
Author Note - Written for spikesgirl58’s six word challenge and the six words were Use, Sass, Illustrious, Awake, Long, & Fantastic and for the allbingo prompt of body paint and the lyrical titles challenge for the prompt of Line from the chorus using Too Sweet by Hozier. You can find the song here.
I think I'll take my whiskey neat
My coffee black and my bed at three
Too Sweet - Hozier
“Yes, I am the Illustrious Angel Dust.” Angel bowed to a group of fans on the street, repeating the title they used to get his attention. Had Angel ever been called that before? Husk wasn’t sure Angel was actually respected. Infamous would be more apt.
Husk side eyed him. As per their agreement, they did nothing to look coupley on the street where Vox’s cameras might pick them up. What he hadn’t expected was for Angel to get mobbed by fans so often whenever they’d go out into town. Some of the thirstier of the bastards were likely to literally mob him and Angel was fast with his fists when that happened. He didn’t need Husk protecting him which went against Husk’s instincts. He didn’t care about much but those he did care about, he protected.
Standing on the sidewalk, tapping his toes, Husk pointed to the clock tower to indicate that he was tired of waiting for Angel to sign autographs and take selfies - none of which came free. Finally, Angel wrapped it up, rescued his shopping bags from the sidewalk and started walking.
“Sorry about that, Whiskers.”
“I knew I should have left your ass.” Husk narrowed his eyes at him. Angel was fully aware Husk hated that nickname. He used it anyhow when he was in full on brat-mode which he had been all day. He should contact Arackniss again and ask how best to deal with Angel in that mood. Last time he asked, the little spider overlord’s advice was ‘kick him in the balls.’ Somehow Husk doubted that would get him the results he wanted.
“Give me sass and you won’t benefit from what’s in the bags.” Angel arched his eyebrows at him.
Husk snorted. “You’re the last person to tell anyone not to sass people. You’re made of pure sass.”
“Liberally mixed with pure sex. It’s a spicy combination.”
“You’re impossible.”
“I’m delicious.” Angel pursed his lips at Husk.
Husk rolled his eyes but he could hardly argue. Angel was delicious.
“You’d find out better if you allowed me to get that edible body paint.”
“Angel, we’re covered in fur, mine thicker than yours. You might get off on sucking badly flavored chocolate paint out of my fur but there’s only so much fuzz I want on my tongue,” Husk replied.
Angel laughed. “That settles a bet I had with Cherri. You don’t use your tongue to self-bathe like a cat.”
His face heating up, Husk swallowed the urge to chuck his lover down the nearest sewer grate and walk on. The shit this guy said…. “I do not.”
“If it helps, I like the barbs on your tongue, especially when it’s wrapped around my long-”
Husk elbowed Angel hard because he’d need to flap his wings to get the height needed to clamp a hand over that big, always-talking mouth.
“You’re in a mood,” Angel sulked.
Finally, his damn car was in sight. Husk hurried to it. “Me? You’re being very Angel Dusty today.”
Angel huffed. “I know what would put you in a better mood.” He put his packages on the roof and dug in one. He pulled out a bottle of high end whiskey. “Some of this, neat. I’ll line the shooters up on my bare belly.”
Husk’s mouth went dry at the thought of it and blood started leaving his brain for hotter regions further south. He shook himself out of it and opened the doors. “Save that for later. We’re not having sex in my car. This leather doesn’t stay this nice without effort.”
“No sex in this car. No sex in Lucifer’s limo, beginning to think you just don’t like car sex.” Angel stowed the packages in the back.
“I can think of more comfortable places. Besides, half the time, I end up fucking a ton of glitter out of your fuzz. Doesn’t that shit itch?”
“Yes and it barely wants out of my fur no matter how hard I scrub. But you know Valentino likes me to glow on stage.” Angel sighed and slipped into the car.
“I know, kid. Not complaining just rather not have it in my car.”
Angel offered up a sad smile. “But your sheets are okay.”
“They’re fine.”
“That said, I think my packages might be better used in my room. I come better equipped for them.”
“More bondage?” Great that was all Husk needed. He’d be thinking of that and drive them straight into a light pole or something.
“Not tonight. I was thinking of something more…athletic.” He smirked over at Husk. “If you can keep up, old man.”
“Keep it up and you’ll be athletic alone. Try not to break it.”
He snorted. “I’m an expert, Husk. I’m not going to break anything.”
Husk shook his head. He was never going to win a sex argument with the master.
# # #
Husk had drank several black coffees to keep himself awake and energized. He’d be damned if Angel was going to accuse him of being old and tired. Truthfully, there was nothing old about his body. Thankfully hell didn’t give people back their old worn out forms - provided they had lived as long as he had - but the forms it did give them…he’d never get use to it or like it. His brain might remember being seventy but this body was a young and virile as it had been when he was twenty-five. He didn’t soak it in booze tonight because he planned on keeping pace with Angel who never had the chance to get age on his brain.
He rapped on the Angel’s bedroom door and opened it when he heard Angel invite him in. To his surprise, Fat Nuggets wasn’t in residence. Angel’s usually colorful bedding was folded up in a corner and a plain white sheet rested on the bed.
“Where’s your baby?”
“Your room for the night.”
Husk narrowed his eyes. He didn’t mind Fat Nuggets being temporarily rehomed. He was a very good pig and litter trained. Angel always had him well-oiled up in safe for pigs perfumed oils so the hell hog didn’t stink too badly. “Why did you temporarily rehome Nuggs? Just trying to get a handle on your expectations for the evening. You don’t usually toss out Nuggets.”
“For one it’s morning.” Angel gestured to the clock which read 1:45 in the morning. “And I have so many expectations. Where shall I begin?”
“Pick a spot and go.”
“I have these.” Angel took some tubs of paint off his vanity.
“Antonio, I’m pretty sure I said no flavored paint.”
“Oh these aren’t flavored. And they wash right out. Trust me. I’ve used them before. If they don’t stain my white fluff, your dark fur will be fine.”
“I’m not sure I’m following.”
“We paint each other up and then we have sex on that canvas over there.” He jerked a thumb to the plain white sheet. “Our bodies make paint a picture of our love.”
“Ah…yeah…” Husk shot the bed a nervous look. “So what you’re saying is if that doesn’t look like a Jackson Pollack painting by the time we’re done, you’re going to be disappointed.”
“Not sure who that is but if all we get are two ass cheeks and some handprints then yes, deeply so.” Angel held out the paints. “What do you want?”
“A sane boyfriend.”
“Ship’s already sailed.” Angel danced the paints back and forth in front of Husk.
“And crashed into the side of this hotel.” Husk shook his head. “And what do you propose we do with this masterpiece once we’re done?”
“Frame it and hang it in the lobby. We can tell Charlie we finally took her up on her art therapy plans. She’ll be all Fantastic, Angel! I knew you could do it! Look at your joy all over the canvas!’” Angel did a little jump and fist pump mimicking Charlie well.
Husk burst out laughing, unable to stop until he was wheezing and wiping his teary eyes. “Oh my fucking god, Angel!”
“What? You know she would.”
Husk held out a hand. “Blue and purple.”
Angel’s eyes brightened. He’d been expecting him to say no. “I’ll take gold and red.” His gaze flicked down. “You’re doing textures with that feather duster tail of yours.”
“We’ll see. I have to be crazy to say yes to this.”
Angel put his arms around Husk. “Yeah but you’re my kind of crazy.”
“And you’re mine.”
Husk kissed him hard, not the only thing hard as he pictured himself stripping and painting Angel. This might be the silliest thing he’d ever done but damn it, he was doing it up right.
Face From The Past. Fake
For What Is Telling Hazbin Hotel
Lieutenant Hornblower
Big Sister Torchwood
Krampus Claus is Coming to Town. The Man From U.N.C.L.E.
the face I wear behind my grin Horizon
Sand and Water Batman
Just A Little Thing Helluva Boss
One Night, No Strings Hazbin Hotel
Unusual Excursion Torchwood
arms of a charming mistake Star Trek: Voyager
Cookie Time 9-1-1
Chill Overnight Hazbin Hotel
No Trip Could Be Too Far STargate Atlantis
The Tale of Josephine Lattimer Murder She Wrote & Supernatural
The Trade teen Wolf
I had a bizarre dream. The beginning is faded from my memory but I was somewhere with friends. We were going back home or at least to my hotel. I remember the GPS being too slow and I missed my off ramp which had happened before because I knew how to get back around but I missed another turn in the dark.
I was suddenly in a small village, completely lost. At one point I see a small church with a run down abandoned cemetery with the old style slate headstones, crumbling and broken. I drive into it but then the road disappears. Rather than put it in reverse I keep driving right over the head stones hoping I wasn’t breaking more, breaking my SUV and that no one saw me.
Once I get out of the cemetery (still lost) the road gets light…no, it looks like the graphics on a GPS at night, you know that white glowing road thing? I go to futz with my gps and I’m not alone in the car. My uncle (the one with brain cancer) is there and he’s young again, glowing (naked but sitting in a way you could barely tell.) I knew then he was gone so I asked him, are you crossing over? He said yes. Are you a peace? He smiled and I thought I need to call my parents and tell them he’s gone. (He isn’t by the way in spite of this feeling very much like a visitation)