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Can I request Vaggie (hazbin hotel)

They're holding hands 💕

Excuse me? This is canon.

From a Discord server thing

Probably completely OOC but whatever

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.

Gotta have a little angst-

Baxter

Decided to color the fish boi

@ratatatattatatatta

@sallychoasaura

@rosediamondqueen

Mutuals that I have tagged, tell me you're top favorite character from Hazbin Hotel and I shall make a family portrait of us portraying them...

Take my computer away from me.

RadioHusk Drabble #1- Memories PT. 1

If there was anything Alastor wouldn't want to forget, was his and Husker's commitment.

The commitment to forever stay together in the afterlife, that's how it would be. Sure, Hell itself wasn't the greatest place for someone to settle down at, but they weren't gonna complain. At the moment, they simply needed each other to get through it's never-ending blazing torture of chaos...

The radio demon made his usual rounds of the hotel, though he was distracted in his own thoughts to actually be checking the perimeter if anything. He softly chuckled at one fond memory, when he and his darling wildcard were slightly tipsy and had one of the most embarrassing yet amazing confession that came from the two.

Alastor began to rewind the memory... Back when it all was fine and dandy before it grew into something even more.

...

Alastor had a high alcohol tolerance and Husk knew that for a fact. There were times that the gambling addict tried (and miserably fail) at getting the radio demon even a bit buzzed. He figured it be best to use this little endurance as an advantage and try making new drinks he's always experimenting with. Often asking the smiling sinner and Alastor would give his opinion on it, then what was suppose just to be a simple taste test turned into taking shots left and right.

Alastor wouldn't admit it to Husker, but after the 20th or something shots later, the side of his vision began to blur and that signal the start of being intoxicated. Yet somehow the radio broadcaster is pulling up his smile and manage to not give off too many hints of his tipsy attitude. Despite that though, despite Husk being in a drunk state himself, the winged cat demon knew when Alastor was putting up a face to show his dominance. It was his prideful nature that always made reading the deer demon easier, Husk couldn't help but find it intriguing...

Husker had patience but his short temper can make that hard to keep hold of, the alcoholic's apathetic nature being the one thing that he can always make a successful effort for. Though the more swinging of his booze began to let his true emotions come through, after all it was one of the careless cat demon's punishment. To wear his heart up his sleeve...

Alastor was taking another shot, though his eye was twitching and static noise can be heard if listened carefully. Husk simply stopped Alastor arm before he could down the alcoholic beverage. The radio demon never noticed how soft his associates fur was, how Husker's eyes simply had a particular glow to them much similar to that of a rising sun, and the most kissable lips as his eyes kept glancing at it.

He can slightly hear Husker's voice, but it sounded muffled and Al was certain that the cat demon is slurring his words. The radio demon felt something deep within his very being, it gave off a dominant and possessive energy. Alastor's hand that wasn't holding the glass of bourbon, began to gently stroke through Husk's arm fur. Of course Husk flinched at the first touch, possibly through paranoia as his wings began to tense as if ready to fly if necessary.

Alastor put down his drink as his other hand gently gripped on Husk's, which were beginning to claw into the bar counter, as if trying to comfort and ease the gambler's spiking anxiety. It took some time but his associate slowly relaxed as he began to quietly purr when Alastor stroking extended to behind his ear. The smiling sinner grin simply widen but it actually hold hold pure interest.

Husk tail began to sway as his purring continued, the winged cat demon was enjoying the petting more than he'd liked to admit. Though being intoxicated, he was letting it continue on much to Alastor's delight.

The petting and stroking continued for awhile now, the reasoning be that Alastor was contemplating a bold yet risky move on his end. At the moment however, it seemed the consequences didn't matter as he stopped his petting, which the alcoholic gambler noticed and tilted his head in confusion like a house cat would. Alastor simply cupped Husk face into his hand, before leaving another minute behind, he pulled Husker slightly over the bar as he met him halfway into a lip lock.

Husk wasn't certain on how to respond, mostly because he's in midst processing on what's going on and his reaction weren't up to speed. His wings simply spread from shock as he stays where he was in the kissing with his coworker, his eyes widen from the action as well.

Alastor knew what he was doing and yet wasn't sure on why, but it seemed simple as he always found the wild-card one of a kind. Whether it had to do with his apathetic appearance, his secrecy of caring for others, or he enjoyed the cat demon's presence. Either way, it just felt right...

And he surely wasn't regretting it one bit...

So ... apparently fautiness said husk was never in Vietnam and I’m here like ???? What ???

Now I'm very confused...

It's the Russian boisssss

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