JUzuchiha🥀

Day 1 Valor #Huskerdustweek2026 #huskerdust

They out here giving someone the NASTIEST read-
#angeldust #husk #CherriBomb #hazbinhotel #hazbinhotelfanart #huskerdust

Huskerdust Week Day 1: Valor/ Vacant

Using this ship week to finally try my hand at an overlord Husk au 🥰

#huskerdust #HazbinHotel #HazbinHotelFanart @huskerdustweek.bsky.social

uma participante de BBB acabou de ser executada ao vivo em praça pública no programa big brother Brasil, a participante Samira de apenas 25 anos, foi alvejada sem dó nem piedade enquanto endeusava uma marca ultra capitalista

finalmente o socialismo foi legalizado

O bonito dos latinos é que nenhuma vitória, nenhuma conquista é individual. Onde chegamos, levamos nossa casa, nossa vila, nossos pais, nossos avós, nossos vizinhos.

SOMEONE PUT THE RADIOTRIO CARDS TOGETHER AND I'M GOING FERAL
#radiotrio #meowyaps

brazil from hetalia

oiiii✨
#aphbrazil #hetalia

🇧🇷: (actually doesn't know what they're fighting about and ends up eating and nodding through the whole conversation)

Hispanic latam(mostly): that was nice, come again Brasil🥺

Hispanic latam looks like endless infighting, and when Brazil comes over, they change to friendly mode(except 🇦🇷)

"tf is wrong with you-"

"Hola Brasil🥺"

"Damn it I told you to stop that-"

"You want some snacks Brasil?🥺"

I kept seeing this pattern on social media, don't know if it's true tho👀

Geographically 🇧🇷 is surrounded by a lot of Hispanic latam

So does that mean he's hearing 7-8 "¡Brasil!" Whenever he joins their group

Isso é tão fofo, não só porque está apreciando o Luciano, mas também pelo jeito que você fez isso! As vezes é difícil ver alguém reconhecendo o ótimo trabalho que os latinos fizeram ao criar Hetalia Latina (eu adoro como isso até se formou um fandom a parte de Hetalia)

He's the design peak I will never reach because I lack the life experience and cultural connection with the actual country. Luciano is very, very lovable. I can see the love collectively poured into drawing him. I guess these kinds of things resonate with me well :3

Tbh the Brazil characterization I enjoy the most is not Hima Brazil nor cajou Brazil, it's Luciano da Silva by Latin hetalia artists I've seen throughout the years. To me he has distinct layers in personality and carries a raw, unrestrained, unfiltered Brazilian spirit, I love him sm...

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Sorry, I had to draw this 😭

#huskerdust #hazbinhotel

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Considering that "Brazilians will pretend to agree to make plans with you just not to say 'no'" is a well-founded stereotype for foreigners who know us, I'd say you're not exactly wrong. Tfw modern BR is a genuinely nice guy but still traumatized 💀

Tiny bundle of tears for now☹️... I suspect that modern BR has some level of avoidant personality traits hidden under his big bright smile because of that. There is no end to that list

Eu gosto quando as pessoas não passam pano para o que Portugal fez no Brasil (ou o que tantos países fizeram com a América Latina inteira).

Ficou lindo o desenho! Brasil é tão fofo quando criança 🤏💕

Que dor no meu coração 💔

Little Brazil Update!
had the time to do a bit of lore building in between comms & work

Couple goals..

#tgcf #hualian #huacheng #xielian

(Happy Thanksgiving!)

I wanted to depict something else, but my thoughts went in a different direction..

shhh 🤫❤️

#hualian #tgcf

Some Hualian to make me happy
#Hualian #Huacheng #Xielian #iamasimpforlife

Amo que no Twitter a foto de perfil e o banner estão focados em Mike Wheeler, enquanto aqui no bluesky eles estão focados no Husk 🤭

Huskerdust x Cherrisnake double date 😔
#cherrisnake #huskerdust #cherribomb #angeldust #husk #sirpentious #hazbinhotel

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Oh, how pitiful, someone might say if they saw him now. Oh, how pathetic, someone might say if they saw him sprawled out on the floor, wings half-shorn, eyes hollow, mouth dry. That someone is now here. Their shadow spreads over Husk, freezing him. It's all he deserves anyway. "Oh, Husker," that same someone says, their teeth sharp, their voice barely holding back in laughter. "Do you even know where you are?" Husk blinks. Everything is just colors to him, but then he sees the bones hung up on the wall, the antique radios on the shelves, the plush armchair where Alastor sits, one leg crossed over the other. Did it matter if Husk was summoned here? Or did he stumble in through the door, collapsing to the floor, right before Alastor? As if one would do before a god? Husk grits his teeth, curls in on himself. He pricks his arms with his claws. "Just kick me out," he says. He can't remember anything from hours ago. Days ago. Weeks. It all mixes together.

How did it get this bad? But Husk knows how. It's been a month since Angel left. Pitiful. Pathetic. Alastor leans forward, humming curiously. His smile widens as he looks over Husk who lays like a dead body that had been given to him as an offering. "Such a boring thing you've become! Are you looking for me to fix you? Is that it?" The grainy voice falls through Husk's ears like fine sand. "All you had to do was ask." Nothing stems the hollow ache in Husk's chest. The way it gnaws straight through his bones, desiccates his organs, leaving him rotting from the inside. That's exactly what Alastor wants, so he doesn't believe the Radio Demon will do anything besides finding a salt shaker to make him more palatable. So he flinches when hands reach to pick him up easily, one grabbing his arm, the other his waist. A soft, gentle pull, then they bring Husk to rest against a chest that's all sharp angles. The tip of his ear brushes against a chin, hearing the soft, textured notes of some song that he can no longer remember the name of. His tail wraps around one leg like a clinging vine. His wings hardly weigh anything at all.

Husk realizes then he's not wearing any clothes. There’s a slight chilliness settling in his fur. Alastor’s fingers shift down, unbothered by anything. Had Husk just been lying naked on Alastor's floor, like some sad pathetic thing? He doesn’t even want to know for how long he was there, Alastor’s eyes on him, his hands following soon after. "Why?" Husk asks. Instead of answering, Alastor brings him closer to lay with him in the chair, making Husk straddle his lap. Husk hears nothing when he presses his ear against that chest, not even breathing. After all, Alastor has never needed to. A hand rakes down his back. Claws that break skin just so barely. It takes away strands of fur in their path. "Such a troublesome thing. I always tell you to not worry your fuzzy head about matters that are out of your hands. And yet, here you are." Here you are. Here you are. Troublesome. Pitiful. Pathetic. Husk can't stop the echoes inside his head.

He wants to get drunk and forget Angel's haunted face. He wants to forget the way Angel tore his hand away from him, no longer looking back. He wants to. He wants to. The same hand on him soon plays with a few of those leftover feathers on a drooping wing. "Stop treating me...like your pet," he says into Alastor's shirt. His breath is heavy, and he can feel the very smallest of shakes from Alastor when he speaks. His mouth is right near the wound of Alastor's, its jagged shape seen through the shirt's light material, like a fissure. It still hasn't healed, even after Alastor got everything he wanted. "But what kind of owner would I be?" Alastor says in the same teasing voice he loves to use. "I take care of all my property well." Such words to say from one who broke his own chains. But Husk isn't that much of a dreamer himself. The chains are heavy. Sometimes, they even feel like hands on his shoulders, keeping him close. He will never never tell Alastor that.

Alastor makes sure to take care of all that he owns--even if it's a heartbroken drunk. 🦌🐈 #radiohusk