So Can We Just Discuss How Husk Finds Reasons To Get Angel’s Attention By Commenting Even If It’s

The Symbolism of Hearts in Hazbin Hotel

In the bizarre drug trip hallucination that is Hazbin Hotel, I find it interesting that the repeating theme of hearts only revolves around a single character: Angel Dust. Angel has two hearts on his body, and three men connected to Angel have hearts in their designs too. And while thinking on it, I realized that they tell us something about Angel and the show. So, what do the hearts represent? Well, as boring and obvious as it sounds, they represent love. Affection. Or even their literal heart. Where these hearts are located might tell us something about the character. 

Starting with the heart on Angel’s fur boobs, when Angel is wearing clothes, this heart is hidden. So for anyone to see this heart means that Angel must expose himself. He must shed his clothing and allow himself to be vulnerable. I believe that the heart on Angel’s chest symbolizes how he gives so much of himself to others, and his job as a stripper/porn star whose job it is to expose this mark on his chest means that he exposes this intimate place to many who don’t deserve to see it. But perhaps more interesting is the trail leading from his heart down to his crotch area. Then I looked at the stripes on his arms, and began to wonder if this was meant to look like he’s tied up or bound, caught in a rope or spider web? As such, his heart (big as it is) is a prisoner of his loins. He can’t, won’t, or avoids letting himself legitimately feel love because his heart is the prisoner of his crotch. He’s a porn star. His body belongs to the public. As such, he feels that he can’t sell public property to a private collector.

The heart on the back of Angel’s head has a few possible interpretations. Maybe it symbolizes how he’s turned his back on his feelings and emotions. It could be that it points out that even though he can’t see it, there’s love and affection in his life. Something interesting that I notice is that the heart on Angel’s chest is much more visible, much bigger, and hollow, while the heart on the back of his head is small, hidden, but full. The fact that we see the back of Angel’s head so little could mean that the heart on his chest is the fake affection he shows the world, while the hidden heart is the real feelings he hides and doesn’t show people. It being much smaller speaks that Angel isn’t nearly as romantic/sexual as the hollow heart on his chest implies, and his true heart is much smaller and much less available to the masses.

Cherri Bomb’s tattoo is very small and almost shunted to the side. Knowing that their relationship is very close and extremely platonic, I think what her little tattoo represents is that her affection isn’t romantic. She can’t offer it. That’s why it’s so small. While she has love to give, she can’t offer much because she’s not a romantic option. The placement seems to suggest that this is where Angel belongs. At her side. Arm in arm. As friends. She’s the shoulder he can lean on. The shoulder he can cry on.

Valentino has many hearts on his fur collar, clasps, and sunglasses, but all of these things are articles of clothing. They’re fake. He can put them on and take them off. This speaks not only of his relationship with Angel, but his relationship with Vox as well. He claims to love Vox, but when he gets the wrong drink, he smashes his boyfriend’s screen face. With Valentino, all love and affection is fake. Surface level. Something he puts on and takes off as easily as clothing. He doesn’t look at anyone with loving eyes. It’s an act. We see him without hearts on him quite often on Instagram, proving that his love isn’t reliable. He can take it off and put it away whenever he wants to, much as how abusive boyfriends will put on an act of love and affection to keep their abuse victim sympathetic and compliant.

Travis’ only heart on his entire design is located inside of his eye. The heart in his eye is likely a symbol of coveting and objectification. He values things for physical beauty or superficial worth. Heart eyes in cartoons are often used to represent a crush or an attraction to something or someone new. I think this placement is meant to tell us that Travis’ affections and love are based solely on appearance. But only one eye is a heart. This suggests that Travis is partially blinded by lust. Part of him knows he shouldn’t be getting involved with Angel. Part of him isn’t blind to this. But that heart eye is blinded. It only sees lust. As far as Angel is observed, that heart eye sees Angel as an object. A beautiful trinket he covets. That’s usually why a cartoon character has heart eyes. It’s not usually used for characters in a relationship with each other. It’s saved for crushes. For desires. For something the character wants to possess. And that’s all Angel is to him. A pretty face for him to chase. If he actually had Angel, he’d get tired of him, and start chasing someone else.

Most of the hearts on Husk are tiny. Honestly, I didn’t even notice the ones on his face the first time I watched the pilot. Based on my reading of the heart on the back of Angel’s head, I think the small hearts in easy-to-see places are meant to be how he presents his love being (tiny and hard to see) but then he has the gigantic hearts on his palms. Now, palms are somewhat easy to hide. We can’t see them all the time. But when they show, it’s difficult not to notice them, especially because their color is heavily contrasted by his fur, making them highly visible. So I think the hearts on his palms represents the love he tries to hide, but shows the love he has to offer if he’s willing to show it to another person. The placement may also be a play on the saying “wearing your heart on your sleeve”, painting Husk as someone whose feelings are very apparent, but he tries to hide them. He’s not good at pretending he doesn’t feel a certain way and is very expressive and vocal about how he feels. The hearts on his palms could also visually represent holding his heart in his hands as if offering it to others. The palm heart is also the same color as his eyes, symbolically suggesting that the hearts on his hands speak to the true desires of his soul, as eyes are the window to the soul. Thus, they point the way to his true heart’s desire, which is to offer his heart to another, even if he tries to hide it.

Went back with the Hazbin Hotel by some huskerdust doodle

Close to Me

A Huskerdust/Angelhusk tumblr exclusive fic based on Ellie Goulding's "Close to Me" feat. Diplo and Swae Lee.

Part of the Light up the Night storyline

CW: Lots of cussing, mentions of sex and bullying Moxxie

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SLAM!

Charlie jumped when she heard a door upstairs slam, then a hard pounding on wood before a frustrated yell had her on her feet.

She nearly ran into Husk as he stalked to the bar, grabbing a bottle off the shelf and uncorking it, taking several large gulps.

“Um…Everything good, Husk?” She asked.

Niffty suddenly hopped past, whining softly to herself as she leapt into the kitchen, hearing pots and pans banging.

Charlie looked at Husk, who had started on a second bottle and quickly followed the cyclops girl.

“Hey, Niffty?” Charlie asked.

Niffty was quickly measuring out flour and muttering to herself as she grabbed some eggs.

“Sad brownies?” Charlie asked as Niffty grabbed a block of fudge, then turned a grabbed a second.

“Sad brownies.” She said and turned to tie her hair in two short pigtails and wash her hands.

“What happened?” Charlie asked when Niffty gave her a bowl and whisk.

“Oh, Miss Charlie…” Niffty sighed and started chopping nuts. “It was awful!”

*

EARLIER...

“Dance with me, Husk.” Angel teased as they walked past a club, Niffty peeking inside and grinning.

“We gotta get this stuff back to the hotel, Ang.” Husk said. “Some other time, okay?”

“Fiiiiine!” Angel huffed and reached for Husk’s hand.

Husk pulled his fingers away and crossed his arms.

Angel blinked. “The fuck?”

“Not here, Angel.” Husk said and looked at an old poster of Angel in drag.

Angel’s eyes followed his and he scoffed.

“Are ya serious?” He asked and stalked ahead, Niffty looking from Husk to Angel before hopping to the former’s side.

“Husky, what’s going on?” She asked.

“Nothin’, Niff.” He grumbled.

The walk back was tense and silent as they all made it back into the hotel.

Angel dropped his things on the counter and went up to his room, Husk cursing and following after his boyfriend once the groceries had been put away.

Niffty cocked her head and leapt up the stairs, hearing muffled shouting.

“…fuckin’ scared to be seen with me?”

“…know damn well I don’t give a shit!”

“Be honest Husk!” Angel yelled as Niffty placed her ear near the door. “Ya think I’m disgusting or somethin’? Think I’m too much of a slu—”

“Shut up!” Husk yelled. “I just…I don’t think…Ang…we’re…not good enough to been seen together…”

Niffty squinted her eye, Husk voice very low.

“Good en---Good enough?!” Angel yelled and there was the sound of glass breaking.

Niffty ran behind a plant as Husk ran out, a perfume bottle smashing behind his feet as he turned.

“Angel…I didn’t mean it like that…Angel!” Husk yelled as the door slammed. He pounded on the door before yelling in frustration and going down the stairs.

*

NOW...

Niffty sighed. “I think I get what Husk meant. I hear him talking with Mimzy when she’s over."

“Oh?” Charlie asked as they waited for the brownies to bake.

“It’s not Angel isn’t good enough.” She looked up at Charlie. “It’s Husk. He thinks he’s not good enough to be seen with Angel.”

“And so Angel…oooooh.” Charlie said. “What should we do?”

“Brownies and milk.”

“Right! Any alcohol will make Angel spiral!” Charlie said. “He’ll lose all his progress!”

“…No, milk just taste better with brownies….” Niffty said with a frown.

“Right, right, right…” Charlie laughed awkwardly. “Sorry.”

Niffty huffed and heard the oven ding, taking the brownies out and letting them cool as she set up a tray.

“Ya know, Miss Charlie, sometimes we just gotta do what’s best for people in their own way.”

“But Angel staying clean is best for him—”

“Angel, not the hotel.”

“I…I think I have an idea. But I might need some help.”

She grimaced as she took out her phone and shot a text.

“Okay, Niffty, we might need a few more batches of brownies…” Charlie said. “And some of the good liquor I know you stowed away for this kind of situation. Let’s move all this to the home theater. And make sure the front room is clear.”

“Why both rooms?”

*

“That’s such bull!” Loona said as she downed another shot.

“How can he imply he’s better than you?” Octavia added.

“Yeah, Angie, you’re like, the fucking best!” Cherri said and stuffed another brownie in her mouth.

“Thanks gals.” Angel said, sniffing and taking another tissue from Millie. Then another shot.

Niffty sat on one of the sofas, a weird cartoon playing on the screen no one was paying attention to. She quietly excused herself and hopped to the other side of the hotel where Husk was drinking from another bottle as Blitzo chattered away.

“Listen, they all throw fits, but just have really rough angry se—”

“Sir!” Moxxie interrupted. “The best response is proper communication. As a happily married man, I can say with confidence—”

“No one cares about your boring married life!” Blitzo said and pushed Moxxie off his stool.

“Blitzy Dear…” Stolas cooed. “Aren’t we in a committed relationship?”

“Well I mean, yes.” Blitz said with a blush. “But! Marriage makes it less…sexy.”

“I see. But being my consort is much more…enticing?” Stolas purred, leaning against his partner.

“Uh…”

“Fellas!” Mimzy chided. “This isn’t helping.”

Husk was sobbing now. “I fucked up again…”

“Oh, Husker…” Mimzy said and rubbed his shoulders. “Alastor! Can’t you help us?”

The Radio Demon looked up from his drink, cocking his head. “Oh, I’m trying, my Love.”

“Tryin—Alastor! What are you up to?” The shorter demon asked her lover.

Niffty chirped and gasped, running back to the theater.

She burst in to see the same scene she had just escaped from.

Husk blubbered.

“He’s so fuckin’ beautiful, Mimz!” He said. “Like, look at ‘im! Hic! ‘Den look at me! He’s too good fa’ me and I hate…”

Angel’s eyes were transfixed on the screen.

“Hate how people look at us. ‘Dis tall fuckin’ babe and his shlubby boyfriend!”

“You’re not shlubby—” Mimzy said.

“Yes, I am!” Husk said and hiccupped. “I’m an ugly old man and he’s just! Just!”

“Just what?” Mimzy asked, side eying Blitzo and Stolas escaping into the hall to a bedroom.

“He’s fuckin’ perfect! He’s pretty an’, an’ has a nice voice…His cute widdle snore an’ man! Can he shoot, Mimz! He’s so fuckin’ vicious when he wanna be!” Husk said, waving his bottle around. “He looks so happy when he’s mowing down fuckers! Yeah, I snap at ‘im. But he can always tell when I’m bullshitting ‘im. We get in our little back and forths an’…he does dis little pout that melt me, ya know?”

Angel chuckled.

“His laugh…” Husk continued Mimzy carefully took the bottle. He mixed his drink with a smile. “Fuckin’ infectious. An’ he always smells so fuckin’ good. He looks at me like…like I’m da best damn ting in da world, ya know?”

He smiled into his glass.

“When Angel is…well, if anyone makes it outta here…I hope it’s Angel…I want ‘im happy.” Husk said. “I love him—”

Angel tackled him on screen, and everyone was shocked to see Angel had sprinted down the halls to kiss Husk's face.

“Love ya too, Husky!” Angel yelled happily, kissing the cat demon's cheeks and lips over and over.

Husk clutched him tight in a hug. “I’m sorry, Baby.”

“I know, I know, Husky.” Angel whispered. “Let’s get ya sobered up, Baby. Then we can cuddle with Nuggs.”

“Love Nuggs.” Husk mumbled as Angel picked him up, his wings dragging behind them.

“Aw~” Millie cooed as the girls joined the rest of the group in the front.

“Well, it’s late.” Charlie said.

Vaggie placed her hand on Charlie’s shoulder. “Feel free to stay the night.”

They suddenly heard pounding from Blitzo and Stolas’s room.

“Ew.” Loona and Octavia said.

“I just fixed that damn wall!” Vaggie huffed and shook her head.

Niffty offered her the last brownie, the taller demon smiling at her as they dispersed.

*

Angel rubbed the base of Husk’s ears as he purred into his chest fluff.

“Ya wrong, Baby.” Angel said.

Husk moaned sleepily.

“We good.” Angel said, pulling the other into a kiss. “Together.”

“But…”

“Shut up.” Angel chuckled. “Just stay close to me. And love me like ya do, okay?”

“Love ya, Angel...” Husk agreed.

“Love ya too, Husky~”

More Overlord Husk Au crumbs!!! I don’t know yall, I just think it’s funny having Rosie genuinely believe Husk and Angel are married and thinking they’re adorable (her girlies probably think so too LOL)

Every damn day.

(dramatically poses with a hand on my forehead) do you even SEE my vision....

alternate title: The Duality of Soukoku

[[SPOILER for Helluva Boss]]

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This SCENE and this DUO is so FUN!!!

🦉"This is going to be fun. I love words" ❤️

🐓"ಠ_ಠ"

I was thinking about Husk's line in the pilot where he says that he lost the ability to love. Maybe it's just me reaching\projecting, but that gave me the idea that he might be demiromantic.

Just imagine him forming a friendship with someone *cough*Angel*cough*and then one day, long into the friendship, the realization hits that he's developed feelings for the person. I imagine his reaction would just have him briefly going wide eyed while probably thinking something along the lines of "oh... FUCK!"

I never thought I would ship these two and here I am… with my new and ultimate OTP

How about that drink?

You read my mind ~ 🥂

Canon slow burn yall