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If your still doing requests, can you do some human! Radiodust headcannons? ^^

Since RadioDust is my second favorite in my OTP ships, I suppose I can give it some love! 💖

Human! RadioDust Headcanons

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Slowburn is key, while Alastor tries to put off any romantic feelings towards his victims, Angel was an exception to that little rule

Angel is an oblivious dork that doesn't realize that the serial killer is after him (whether that be another murder victim or affectionate wise)

(AU idea of mine) Angel's family is one of the biggest mafia family there is, of course not many people can prove that (since they have to be eliminated from the board) and Alastor just so happens to have gotten himself in the mix of it all. What was supposed to be a quick and easy kill, he wasn't expecting to be put on the hit list. Though it makes life more fun that way.

(Ok enough AU drabble)

Alastor clearly has a love for music, I do imagine him just being out on a nightly stroll and just sing a song (Disney logic) and Angel is one of the only few who knows (and enjoys) this little secret

"We're simply meant to be~"

Angel having to go through possibly an abusive lifestyle because of his father, Alastor certainly doesn't like it one bit that Angel has a new bruise/injury almost every week

Angel puts it off as a "usual family skit" and even trying to pass off bad dates from the past for old scars and bruises

Alastor don't buy it

Since they have a passion for cooking, ya bet yer sweet self that they would just hang around in Alastor's home just cooking up recipes that they know of and would challenge each other to see who's the better cook

Alastor is too prideful to admit Angel has a chef's talent for certain food

Angel knows he's the best and would tease Alastor almost every moment

"You seem to enjoy it~"

"You put an undesirable amount of sugar darling..."

Alastor may have a fear/irritation towards dogs yet he's always trying to be the bigger man about this

Angel doesn't mind his boyfriends irrational fear and would even help the deer boi if a dog "threaten" him

"Babe, it just wants to be pet..."

"It's a tactic for them to bring my guard down..."

Cue Alastor screaming/defense maneuver (???)

Angel just shoos the dog away

(Another AU idea) Angel is actually going through a self identification crisis (*gay panic noises*) and he can't stop but become almost obsessed with a certain Radio Host with a heavenly accent from the south.

*A BUNCH OF SLOWBURN AND MAYBE ANGST ENSUES*

(Another one) Angel is leading his family mafia and Alastor is a journalist who seems to have a knack for dangerous stories for his radio show

(I need to stop these AU drabbles)

(Back to headcanon drabbles)

If they were to be dating, I imagine Alastor would boast about their relationship but at the same time keep it discrete (for obvious reasons)

"Another day who's beauty cannot be compared to my darling angel~…"

Angel always tunes in for his boyfriend's radio show and would be flustered as hell of these little discrete affection.

RadioShow | RadioHusk | Alastor X Husk Headcanons PT. 1

I'm jumping on this train because why not 🤷

*sharply inhales* Alastor and Husk are Niffty's fathers, no one shall object

Giving the fact that Husk VA, Mick, has given good advice and is great at pep talks. I figured Husk would do this to those closest to him and Niffty so happens to be one of those closest peeps.

Alastor won't admit it but he is protective of Niffty and would most likely murder someone if someone dare to harm his pure child

(And mostly because I see Alastor and Niffty getting into a lot of mischief, and Husk has to wrangle them before they cause any harm)

Husk has his bad days/moments and while he prefers to be sulking alone, Alastor will do small little tokens of affection to his dear Husker in attempts to make him feel better

Alastor is a huge tease and isn't afraid to show it, he'd probably compliment Husk and try to get the cat demon all flustered

Husk is probably a jealous type, stating he doesn't care but he's willing to stab someone

Alastor is known to love cooking, so I'd imagine the Radio Demon to make mozzarella cheese for Husk

Husk has a terrible habit of not getting enough sleep and sometimes would pass out at the bar, to which Alastor been trying to get the gambler to stop doing so

(*cue the Deer Demon struggling to get the cat into bed*)

Alastor would definitely have multiple pet names for Husk (darling, dear Husker, kitty, wild-card, etc)

Husk isn't too openly affectionate but he will sneak a nuzzle to Al a few times a day, and if he's in a good mood, perhaps a small peck on the cheek

When they take naps, Husk uses his wings as a blanket for himself and Al, and Alastor finds it adorable

Alastor would pet the alcoholic gambler

(Husk won't admit it, but he enjoys the petting)

Husk and Al have those types of relationship where one would try to create chaos as much as they can and the other has to keep them under wraps

Husk likes to play Solitaire in his free time and would even teach Alastor some card games if the Deer Demon is interested

It's clearly seen that Husk has heart shape beans, and I can say without a doubt that Alastor would love to squish the beans

(Husk is embarrassed in general but doesn't completely object)

PT. 1 of RadioHusk headcanons for now, perhaps I'll post more at a later date owo

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Husk is still boozin'

Gotta say, I'm pretty proud of this!

A interaction nobody asked for...

I love Rainbow Quartz 2.0, they're my favorite fusion!

And in all honesty, their aesthetics just clicked with me... I'm sorry qwq

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For the past few days, I have been in pain and in creativity block but this.... This has honestly made my day and I LOVE IT SO MUCH ❤️💙💜 THANK YA SO MUCH

RadioShow Selkie AU I whipped up!!

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Smol Kitty Husk

Yes I'm aware he has no confirm sexuality, I'm just having my smol Husk have the Asexual pride for fun, if y'all like, I can make more pride Smol Kitty Husk for y'all to use.

If ya wish to use this as an icon on any social media account, PLEASE ASK ME FIRST... I would appreciate it if y'all credit for my work...

I literally choked on my soda, what the hell is this XDXD

It's literally 4 fucking am what am i doing-

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Godzilla on the brain because I am unwell and can't enjoy things normally

My reaction is Husk right now.... WTH I'm laughing

No one:

Nobody at all:

Not a single soul in hell:

Alastor probably: Hey there buddy chum pal friend buddy pal chum bud friend fella bruther amigo pal buddy friend chummy chum chum pal i don’t mean to be rude my friend pal home slice bread slice dawg but i gotta warn ya if u take one more diddly darn step right there im going to have to diddly darn snap ur neck and wowza wouldn’t that be a crummy juncture, huh? do yuo want that? do wish upon yourself to come into physical experience with a crummy juncture? because friend buddy chum friend chum pally pal chum friend if you keep this up well gosh diddly darn i just might have to get not so friendly with u my friendly friend friend pal friend buddy chum pally friend chum buddy.

Husk: ……

Memories PT. 2 | RadioHusk FanFic

PLEASE MIND THAT THIS SCENE WILL CONTAIN DETAILS OF VIOLENCE, DISTURBING SCENERY, THIS IS NOT MEANT FOR THE WEAK HEARTED. PLEASE READ AT OWN RISK

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Alastor snapped from his apparent reminiscing, finding himself in front of the front desk/bar of the establishment.

The layer of dust that was piling on top of the counter was visible for the naked eye to see, it felt empty and devoid of its purpose.

It felt useless without its barkeep to maintain it...

Alastor slowly traced a finger across the countertop, dust piling, and staining it as it creates a smooth and straight line. Alastor refused for anyone to even dare touch the drinking establishment, not even a light cleaning by the darling Niffty, but the cyclops didn't ignore nor deny the radio demon's request and simply passed by it whenever she had a cleaning spree. Alastor can sort of feel a bit relieved that everything will remain the same as it was before Husk left his post.

Although the pain remains in his undead heart whenever he would glance in the abandoned bar's direction.

It was a struggle to keep up his devilish grin whenever someone mentioned his wildcard's name.

Soon his inner anger and loss would cause him to be on a murderous spree.

Dooming his chances to even be redeemed.

Alastor didn't want to be torturing and massacring any hellians if his darling kitten won't be here to bear witness it. It's pointless to start arguments if none of the poor souls won't come up with snappy and drunken comebacks in return to his rant like Husker. Most of Hell's inhabitants will bear the same reaction of fear and endless pleading for life as opposed to Husk's apathetic attitude.

Nothing could be the same... It frustrated Al...

Alastor can feel a low rumble in his throat that was building up to be a snarl, his antlers slowly sharpening at his clawing anger that was threatening to unleash all chaos and destruction. His grin tightening as if it's being forcefully pulled on to keep that dastardly smile from faltering even a second. Alastor slowly makes his way out of the hotel and into the deserted city street, simply tilting his head upward at the sky as the sky darkens.

Then he hears a mocking laugh in the back of his mind...

He taps on his mic as static emits from him, humming a soft tune that he recalls Husk's always enjoyed in his early youth to drown out the unneeded irritation.

"I dedicate this broadcast to you, my wildcard..." Alastor announced as he watches a bright light shining across Hell's bloody sky, winged creatures spurring out from said light.

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"You fucking shithead! Can't you see or are you blind as sh*t!?" Husk roared to the radio demon, snarling as a fit of laughter was his answer. "My dear Husker, you worry simply too much! It's no fun to simply have mercy on the game when it's more delighting to partake in the more violent approach..." Alastor retorted to the winged cat demon, while he did think Husk didn't have to hover over his shoulder (figuratively), he thought it was endearing to see the old veteran was caring about his wellbeing. Besides, he enjoyed the reaction Husker would have when Al comes close to being in harm's way.

"I ain't going to care for your ass if you so much have a broken limb..." Husk chided while keeping the angels at bay, quickly dodging and maneuvering around to grab their spear, taking this advantage to pierce it through its head. The blood quickly splatting out and staining his claws/paws, even a bit on his cheek as he dumped the body over the floor. Seeing the deer demon watching him with a softer smile and starstruck eyes, "Keep your eyes off me, bastard..." Husk simply called out as he briskly lunged the used spear towards the side of Alastor to which punctured through the skull of the approaching exterminator.

Alastor simply chuckled as he leaned against his mic, snapping his fingers to which tentacles quickly coiled around a few of the heavenly beings that attempted to stalk behind the alcoholic gambler. "Perhaps you should focus more around you than my state of admiration to you..." Alastor riposte as he waved his hands to quickly crush the angels of above to a nearby building, glancing as the building crumbled on top of them. Husk simply scoffed as he takes a quick scan over the area, hundreds of bodies was amongst them as he simply rubbed his tired eyes.

Sometimes Husk wondered how Alastor dragged him to play stupid charades like this.

"You seem tired, my dear..." Alastor cooed in Husk's ear as he had swiftly made his way over to his wildcard, although Husk simply swatted the approaching hand that wanted to rest upon his shoulder. "Don't act like you weren't the reason I had to miss my nap, fucker..." Husk hissed in a low volume as he ignored the hand that began to massage behind his ears although said ears simply lowered in content. "Alright then, would you prefer me to continue this game I have also kindly invited you into..!" Alastor proposed in his usual showman attitude, Husk rolling his eyes in response. "Let's just fucking go back..."

Although Husk couldn't exactly go-ahead as Alastor changed his hand to rest upon his hip, hugging him close as the smiling sinner simply nuzzled a top of Husk's head. "Oh, we don't have to rush my kitten! Enjoy the scenery!" Alastor acclaimed as he waved his free arm across the cityscape to show the corpses of their latest kills, feeling proud that he would share this wonderous feat with his wildcard.

"I much prefer it AFTER the extermination and when I'm rested, asshat..." Husk growled to his lover's praise.

Alastor simply chuckled as he escorted the winged demon to the hotel, humming a cheery tune as his mic begins to play an old song from Husk's time of lively hood. Husk normally would've told Al to shut the damn thing off, but he actually enjoys the song more than he likes to admit so he simply lets the song play out it's slow yet lively beat.

Although his ear twitches as suddenly his iris shrank, shaking as time slows.

Swiftly pulling himself from Al's grip as he uses his wing to shield himself and the deer demon, positioning himself directly behind Alastor.

Alastor turned his head towards the gambler as blood suddenly stained him over his coat as his eyes widen while his smile simply sharpen. Seeing a spear belonging to those from above, pierce cleanly through the red wings that matched with the blood staining the wound, and puncturing through Husk's lower abdomen.

Labored breathing acted by the cat demon as he slowly falls to his knees and onto his side, the heavenly weapon began to increase the pain and damage as the wound slowly glowed into that of soft light. Following along the blood and wound as if tracing his veins. Alastor suddenly let out a loud roared as he catches sight of the culprit, an injured angel who's ever grinning smiling mask mocked him. It stood there simply watching, knowing there was no chance of escaping but simply to instead gloat.

Alastor can feel his demon form manifest as quickly as one can snap their fingers, his eyes slowly becoming pools of black tar as some ooze down his cheek, his smile enlarging as the corners of his mouth began to tear and stretch to show rows of massive blade-like teeth, his body stretched and becoming withered with decay as his skin begin to meet against the bones, giving him a very slender like appearance as his horns grew in length, twists and sharpen points manifesting. His upper buddy becoming a bit bulkier despite his thinning build, bones protruding through his shoulders as his skin became more of ash grey while his legs twist and bend to that of an actual deer completed with hooves. Black tentacles cling and attach to his lower arms and hands along with his legs, giving his limbs a more elongated stretch.

An audible click was heard as his tone became deeper, demonic, and devoid of his usual radio filter. "YoU dARe tO HarM wHaT Is MiNE ThEn YOu WIll PEriSh!" Alastor let out a sickening combination of a shriek and a howl that rattled the near buildings weak windows and the ground shook, immediately pinning the heavenly being down to the ground although it wasn't struggling nor crying for mercy, but instead stare back into the empty eyes to which belonged to the infamous radio demon. This further fueled Alastor's fury and raises his long and gnarly claws to prepare to hack the angel that harmed his beloved.

Although what he heard was something that honestly threw off the demon that his anger suddenly was replaced to confusion and unease.

The being beneath him was giving a soft yet audible chuckle, to which began to grow in volume to a cackle, and soon the laughter echoed across the neighborhood to send a shiver down your spine. Alastor was beyond confused but at the light of moment took this action as an offense, a sort of mockery to him, knowing that this being of holiness gave no sheer fuck for what crime they committed. Instead, they took great pride and victory of their action with no remorse within their very being.

In just one quick swipe which began to claws and slashing left and right, the grotesque manner to equal the measure of Alastor's rage.

Breathing heavily as he slowly began to shift to his tame form, standing to his feet and giving a quick look over of the mutilated corpse beneath him. Although his attention quickly snapped and his full focus was his Husk, quickly making way as he gave to his buckling knees next to his darling wildcard who's breathing are soft and shallow as his golden honey eyes were now that of a dull and faded greyish caramel. Carefully pulling Husk's head to his lap as his smile was beginning to falter, struggling to keep pinned up. Tears forming as it blurred his vision, blinking to let them fall and mark his face.

Gently runs a hand through Husk's fur while the golden glow that accompanied his wounds was slowly taking forms of cracks over his body as if he were broken. The angelic weapon was taking effect and there is no way to reverse or heal its damage, so it was best to let it run its slow and agonizing course than to fight it...

"I... Never expected to see you this f*cking bummed out..." Husk quietly commented on Alastor's disarray state, his voice having no snarkiness or sarcasm to it but a genuine concern tone.

"Husker darling... I... I don't seem to understand... H-How can you let yourself..." Alastor questioned and stuttering over his words as tears continue to stream and let the tears fall onto the gambler's bloodied fur. He couldn't think of the right words to say, in fact, he lost the ability to think and speak.

"And I... Thought I've known you long enough... Yet you still surprise me..." Husk chuckled weakly as the sound of exhaustion overlay it, "For once you actually shut up..."

"You seem to take this too lightly, my dear..."

"To be fair, this ain't my first time being in a situation like this..."

"Yes... And I hoped it never had to repeat itself..." Alastor replied as he was referencing to Husk's death, while he wasn't alive to bear witness it himself, Husk once mental breakdown revealed the nature and cause of his apparent suicide.

Husk breathing was now that above a whisper as the glowing pattern soon reach his neck.

Knowing this is his ending, he put almost all his strength and effort to reach towards the hat that has fallen off of him just to his side, pulling out a dog tag that bears his own two from the war and also a ring that Alastor has proposed to him several months back. Clutching it in his claws as he brought it to where Alastor's other hand (which wore the other ring) lay on his stomach just near the wound, giving a soft but reassuring smile to Alastor to which the deer demon soon let down his own facade.

"Thanks, Al... For... Everything..."

Al quickly took hold of the gambler's claw that held the necklace.

The (not so) smiling sinner gently planted a long and yet passionate kiss atop the winged demon's forehead, watching as Husk smile stayed as he closed his eyes.

"Je t'aime..." Alastor softly whispered as Husk took his final breath as the glow soon brighten to near blindness. Once the scolding light dimmed to nothing, Alastor was soon met with loneliness as Husk no longer exists in his arms.

Alastor tightens his grip to still feel the dog tag along with the ring in his clutches, tears cascading as he let out a loud shriek full of pain and mourning, his hands covering his eyes as his holler reached almost several miles from where he was across the city. The clock striking loudly to mark the end of the extermination, hearing in the distance the fireworks that the princess has cast.

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A year has passed since then... Alastor was no longer the same.

While the mannerism and his dark humor remained, the hotel crew knew it was forced and a mask to hide his scars of what he lost that day. The breaking of his heart couldn't be repaired if he could no longer have his darling Husk with him any longer. The atmosphere felt still and stiff since Husk's death, Alastor "requested" to her highness for no one to even be near the bar or to so much touch what lays with it. Charlie couldn't deny an obvious grieving man's wish as she enforces the rule out to everyone.

Months pass by like a stream as the vacant bar laid dormant, to never be used again.

Alastor can still hear the cackle that befalls upon him when he pinned heaven's winged vulture, it haunted him but deny any assistance or would never acknowledge it. The deer demon stopped drinking altogether as his impulses grew, more murderous, and blood coated broadcasts increased throughout the airwaves, each more grotesque and gnarly than the last.

This one was no different, although this sign off would forever be engraved to the sinners around.

Alastor murdering the angelic beings was obviously a sort of empty revenge knowing that no matter how many winged beasts he killed, Husk won't be returning.

...

Alastor laid on the floor as multiple spears of angels have pierced through him, his devilish smile plastered onto his face as blood seemed to pour out of his closed teeth, the mic broken by his side as it gave off an almost inaudible static before silence overcame it soon after.

In his hand, that accompanied his ring, held Husk's dog tags that also had the gambler's ring attached.

He never wanted to let him go, he'd never wanted to lose the one person he can feel this sensation again... He lost it once...

He promised to stay by his side... He refuses to break it again...

I'm forever here my love... I'm not leaving you again...