#thread: husk.

[itsliyahhbih]

Fat nuggets’ thread 🩷🖤

[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. ✨}}

[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."

[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

[damnedrainbows]

the idea of husk having a rivalry with keekee is sending me. Where like even he doesn’t know why he hates this fucking cat because it’s purely like a territorial jealous feline thing but he just has the urge to hiss at this adorable kitty every time she encroaches on his territory 💀

[alteregozowie]

Husker has him all fucked up, he don't know what to do.

[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.

[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..."

[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.

[raspberry-cane]

what i felt, what i felt…

ENTER Tallow Alanis.

a  sprite  of  sorts,  once  trapped  within  the  trunk  of  a  tree.  for  offending  a  witch.  losing  his  fairylike  nature,  humiliated  by  his  new,  woody  body  being  chopped  down,  for  barn  floorboards.  it  was  only  at  the  twist  of  fate—  a  cruel  barnfire—  that  this  poor  lost  one  wrought  herself  a  new  body  of  burnt  bones.  but  friends  are  afraid  of  skeletons,  aren't  they?  and  you're  lonely  without  friends,  aren't  you,  tallow?  and  so  she  wound  herself  in  loam  and  fungi…  'till  moss  sprouted  from  every  pore  of  her  charred  body. 

surely was a spark!

tallow is a closed rp that makes part of the PILLOW DEN WEBRING. mun uses any pronouns. whereas tallow uses she/her, see/hear/hearself, it/its, they/them, and he/him.

< Tallow > friends  along  the  root  lines. 🌿 #acolyte — @upon-leda #angel — @aerbun #doll — @porcelainapparatus #fairy — #farmer — @cherry-riverine #husk — @vacantflesh #psychopomp — @xiiiupright #scientist — @virgilsmania #shadow — @insydiousw #stranger — @propheticomen #wizard — @islandvoids *ੈ𑁍༘ < Tallow > maps  of  all  my  wanderings. 🍃 #⋆ surely was a spark !.࿔ ( roleplay thread . ) #⋆ legend has it . . .࿔ ( in - chr post . ) #⋆ i ' m sure love exists .࿔ ( asks . ) #⋆ the casket you carry ! .࿔ ( short thread . ) #⋆ here soon - here soon . ࿔ ( ooc post . ) #⋆ we ' re all eating each other .࿔ ( angst . ) #⋆ i ' m a leaf - shaped shadow .࿔ ( reblog . )

[top-shelf-tender]

He should have done more for her. He should have protected her. But what did he hate more: the fact that he’d drowned in drunken dissociation for seven years, or that the only one capable of properly calming her psychosis had been absent that long…?

@neatandniffty @alteregozowie