#thread: husk.

[itsliyahhbih]

Fat nuggets’ thread 🩷🖤

[stil-lindigo]

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on twitter, a viral thread started where people around the world shared their translations of “If I must die”, the last work of Dr Refaat Alareer also known as "the voice of Gaza". A beloved poet, teacher and life-long activist for Palestine, he was recently assassinated along with members of his extended family by a targeted Israeli air strike. His loss leaves a hole in the heart of palestinians all over the world.

Below the cut, I’ll be posting the translations of his poem, with links to the original posts. Unfortunately, tumblr limits posts to a maximum of 30 images. I will update when I can.

Arabic (Refaat’s mother tongue)

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2. Spanish

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3. Irish

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4. Dutch

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5. Greek

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6. German

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7. Vietnamese

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8. Tagalog

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9. Serbian

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10. Japanese

and the traditional japanese calligraphy version

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11. Nepali

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12. Tamil

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13. Bosnian

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14. Indonesian

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15. Romanian

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16. Italian

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17. Albanian

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18. Urdu

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19. Turkish

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20. Polish

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21. Norwegian

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22. Galician

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23. Swedish

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24. Jawi

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25. Bengali

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26. Russian

[ratskinsuit]

✨HAZBIN HOTEL TWITTER THREADS✨

I was bored and found a fake tweet maker so I did this. Feel free to repost but please credit me!

I came up with these all of these myself, they are not from incorrect quote generators or other existing tweets. Feel free to use them though!

enjoy ⭐️

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tumblr only lets you have 10 photos boo >:(

If anybody is interested in me making more just Lemmi know. Hope you enjoyed!

[draw-ren-draw]

Just playthings...

[top-shelf-tender-moved]

“I’ve seen that look before. Spill it, what’s goin’ on?”

[therinly]

Learning embroidery and thread painting. Still a beginner but I had to make my favorite Hazbin Hotel character Husk!

[kaiju-overlords]

“Finally got a fucking break, how’ve ya been keepn yourself busy”

- @husk-not-whiskers

(Kept it vague so you can choose which character you want to respond with ^^)

"Finished editing the music video I filmed in the Doomsday district finally, that was a pain in the ass to do during work hours at Club Kaiju. I'm surprised Alastor let you have a break outside the hotel."

[top-shelf-tender]

{{I just think Husk deserves to find Alastor’s father in Hell and have the opportunity to beat the ever loving shit out of that monster. As a treat. ✨}}

[spidersins]

ok but...angel in verse 7 was/is a cocky little shit ( aka telling @hazbinned's alastor that summoning him by saying the words 'deer daddy' made the most sense because no one would know who he was talking about until he was too late && he's taking on the sterotypical protective father role )

angel then being in the hotel and using the nickname to get alastor's attention & giving husk, vaggie and everyone else a fucking heart attack because alastor responds like its his name??

gimme.

bonus points vox overhears it out and about while he's stalking alastor and causes a power outage

[angie-long-legs]

❝ i’ll never look at you the same, i hope you know that. ❞ - from Hotel Husk LET'S PLAY AROUND WITH THE TIMELINE BAYBEEE

betrayal prompts

This was exactly what Angel had been afraid of. This was exactly why he didn't want to go back to the hotel and face the music, to own up to his abhorrent behaviour in the name of doing the right thing. In one fell swoop, he had found himself shunned by the only people he truly considered family, and he couldn't stand it. He deserved it, he knew damn well he deserved it - but that didn't make it any easier to swallow.

He could live without Vox's forgiveness. He suspected he would - being framed for drugging and assaulting someone wasn't exactly the kind of thing that could be patched up with an apology. He could live with Charlie's bare-faced disappointment, with Alastor's hatred; he could choke it all down, soothed in the knowledge that he had it coming.

But Husk?

Husk was Angel's solace, his sliver of something real in a world that worshipped who they wanted him to be. Husk loved him for who he was underneath it all, every flaw and blemish, every dark secret and every terrible truth.

Almost. Not every.

Not anymore.

Now, Husk wouldn't even look at him. Angel reminded himself that he had been the one to insist he and Husk talk this out after he had shown up at the hotel following his two-week disappearance. Having confessed his sins to the audience of his horrified friends, he needed time alone with Husk to fully explain, to conjure up something that excused his actions and exonerated him from blame. He could win Husk's favour again if he just gave him the context, the details, the nitty-gritty of all his reckless and heartless behaviour. Angel could talk his way out of anything.

He stared at Husk in silence.

What could he say? Sorry I blamed a grieving man for a violent crime just so I wouldn't get caught using? Sorry I didn't tell you that I was grieving Valentino, I feel lost without him? Sorry I cheated on you with Vox, it's just he's the only link I still have to Val? Sorry I stole from Charlie and lied about being sober and slept around with strangers, sorry I didn't tell you I was in withdrawal from Val's pheromone, sorry I didn't tell you that I actually loved the man whose death you thought I was celebrating?

It was ridiculous. It was futile, he couldn't say all that, it was ludicrous to even try. It was messy and ugly and Husk should wash his hands of it, of him. If he had any sense, he would.

And yet, Angel couldn't bear to let him. Arms crossed over his body as though he were hiding behind them, he gazed stubbornly at his shoes. Get them before they get you. Tell him you're through with him.

Fuck, he couldn't do that either. What could he do? Why the fuck did he ask Husk if they could talk? He had nothing to say.

Scowling, he bit his lip as hot, angry tears pricked the inner corners of his eyes. There was no saving this. He had to take it on the chin.

"Are you finishin' with me?" he muttered, eyes still fixed on the floor. "Cuz, uh, might help ta know we're ova' before I do the whole beggin' yer forgiveness thing. Save us both the headache."

[gamblersbar]

          He's hummed a tune for a good while now, a favorite of his from before all this. Before the hotel. Before the casino. Before death.. "Ain't no sunshine.." A faint, yet warm voice fills the lobby, as the bartender thinks he's all alone. ".. when she's gone." It's usually rather boring at this hour, no customers.. and definitely not any new faces checking in. It never bothered him too much, since there's always glasses that needed to be cleaned and polished. "And she's always gone too long... Anytime she goes away.." Mm, but it really was.. a lonely feeling.

[shootinwebs]

( NSFW text, aphobia )

what if alastor gets so fucking mad / fed up like the 90th time allosexuals ask him how he can go without sex for like months-years at a time that he finally straight up reveals "easy: i have a vibrator i shove up my ass on the regular, fuck you"

[littlehell-painter]

((starter for @gamblins

The theater was old and dilapidated. Before she arrived, you could feel the decay seeping from its walls, and whoever was there harbored intense anger towards the negligent caretaker. Yet, as the saying goes, you couldn't judge a book by its cover.

Upon entering, Kalliope found herself in a narrow hallway adorned with red wallpaper, embellished with intricate gold floral designs. The floor, made of polished black wood, lent an air of both lightness and nobility to the space, as if she were stepping into a grand castle or an opulent mansion.

Kalliope quickly moved down the hallway, noting the careful restoration work she had previously completed. She then walked past a broken door, pausing in front of it with her arms crossed, appearing deep in thought about the tasks that still lay ahead.

꒰ ❛ hehe...Looking at it like this, it doesn't even look like what I did on the inside, I'd better be more careful when I start fixing the front part, since val to could appear out of nowhere,but inside it's looking beautiful ❜ ꒱

She had a huge smile on her face, along with a giggle, that was a little secret she didn't want to tell anyone, even though it filled her with delight and excitement.

She really wanted to show someone the progress she had made. It wasn't much, but the transformation was evident; the once derelict theater now gleamed with a newfound charm. Her tail tapped on the ground a little frustrated, reflecting her eagerness to share the beauty of this nameless theater with someone who could appreciate her hard work and dedication.

[angie-long-legs-moved]

@top-shelf-tender

"My room. Balcony. 8pm."

The Ace of Hearts with its scrawled message was left on top of the bar, tucked beneath a bottle of Angel's Envy.

Its benefactor was there ahead of time, shifting nervously in his seat. He had agonised over tonight - as far as Husk was aware, Angel didn't even know it was his birthday, so it was possible this surprise of his would be less than appreciated. He didn't trust Alastor for a second to provide him with the any accurate information, and the man wasn't exactly known for his vast social circle. It had taken a trip to Cannibal Town to acost some old lady Husk mentioned having an amicable relationship with to finally uncover the actual date, and Angel had left with an earful about how she'd turn him into spider stew if he broke the gambler's heart. Although, beneath her cantankerous demeanour, Angel could almost detect a hint of pride for her feline friend - as though she were happy for him. For a miserable hag who was also a cannibal, that was.

Angel had thought long and hard about how to celebrate. Husk would probably break it off with him there and then if he did something as gratuitous as throw him a surprise party, but what kind of festivities would he be up for? Husk liked drinking, sure. He liked gambling. He liked Angel.

So here Angel was, sitting at the table he had set up on his balcony, a decanter with some glasses set beside a couple of cigars, laying in wait for the man of the moment. Angel himself was scantily clad in a black babydoll dress that could barely be considered more than lingerie, the hem adorned with card suit symbols. It was the guys birthday, after all. Besides, Angel wasn't exactly known for his subtlety.

His heart fluttered at the sound of footsteps approaching. Fuck, he hoped this was a good idea.

He turned to greet his visitor with an amorous, inviting grin.

"Happy birthday, Whiskers."

[top-shelf-tender-moved]

"I swear to fuck, if one more person in this goddamn hotel "nyan's" at me, I'm throwing myself off the roof..."

[voluptuarian]

Why the fuck would anyone want a remake for Final Fantasy VIII or IX? And I don't mean a slightly cleaned up port, I'm talking about what they did to FF VII. No I don't want voices added-- I've had years to determine what those characters sound like, I don't want some patently incorrect voice foisted on them now. Nor do I want new scenes, new mini games, "realistic" makeovers for the characters or any other unnecessary changes that will turn a beloved gaming experience into some uncanny-valley-ed version of itself. If you actually enjoyed these games originally I have no idea why you would want that to happen.