#radiohusk chance

[meow-4-eva]

Little animation of @knightfire Chance!

I love this boi so much 🫶❤️

[knightfire]

I think sometimes Husk gets nostalgic for the days when Chance was small enough to hide under his wings

[knightfire]

🤯😍Omg I’m screaming, crying AND throwing up! Look at my baby boy!! This is SO adorable and gorgeous and it was so incredibly exciting to wake up to!!

Thank you so, SO much @icdrawings! This truly has made my whole day and I’m so touched that you did this beautiful piece 🤧😭🥰 I can’t begin to tell you how much it means to me! 💛

Fanart of baby chance

From @knightfire

Thank you for keeping my favorite couple alive

[madamefeu]

Hi! Here’s what your favorite Hazbin Hotel ship says about you!

Radiodust: You're an old-timer who's been around since the pilot. One off-handed joke about Angel Dust wanting to suck Alastor's dick was all it took for you to start shipping them. You always ship the two most attractive male characters together in your fandoms, even if they have no real connection

Huskerdust: I’m not going to touch this one because I’ll probably get death threats if I don’t tell the Huskerdust fandom exactly what they want to hear

Radiorose: Hello, aro-ace community! You love this because they're the closet thing to a canon queerplatonic couple that currently exists in mainstream media, and as a fellow aro-ace, I’m in the exact same boat

Chaggie: You like the idea of forbidden love, but you're not interested in handling all of the social/political ramifications of it, and would prefer to conveniently gloss over both of those things just like in the show. This ship has the flavor profile of vanilla ice cream with chocolate chips, and so does your personality

Lucifer/Lilith: You only want one thing in this life, and that is for a powerful woman to step on your neck. You are a bottom to end all bottoms

Radioapple: Daddy kink, but in a voyeuristic way. You like watching two dads doing each other, but there is no way you’d ever let them touch you, no, all you want is to watch them go at it

Rosiemilla: Mommy kink, but in a voyeuristic way

Radiohusk: Oh, you would let a man do unspeakable things to you if he was hot enough. You read dark romances and you want a dark romance to happen to you in real life

Cherrisnake: You are absolutely terrible at handling your feelings for everyone you've ever crushed on, and will try to convince yourself that you hate the object of your affections because you lack the courage needed to make a move on them. It would take a life or death situation for you to tell your crush how you really feel about them, and even then you'd be more afraid of telling them than of dying

Guitarspear: Hello, Adam simps! You binge-read workplace romances and you fantasise about dating your boss even though he's a dick 90% of the time. Strangely, the fact that he's a dick makes you even more attracted to him

Staticmoth: Your ideal ship is two horrible people who deserve each other. You want what they have, but at the same time you don't

Zestmilla: Your preferred aesthetic is old married couple core, and I respect that. You binge-read found family fics on AO3, and your favorite tag is hurt/comfort

Radiostatic: You love the idea of someone being obsessed with you when you have no interest in them. You like to laugh at their, quite frankly, pathetic attempts to get you to notice them, and you're waiting for the day when the penny will drop and they'll realise that they are nothing to you, and never will be

Arackpentious: You have never cared about canon, and you don't intend to start now. You probably simp for Sir Pentious and use Arackniss as a self-insert. We know barely any canon information about him, so it's easy for you to project yourself onto him so that you can get doubly-dicked down by the Victorian snake man

Charlastor: You're all about the aesthetic. You got into this ship because there's an abundance of gorgeous fanart for it, even if there's no chance of them being together in canon. You don't care about that, however, because they look beautiful together and that's all that matters to you

Radiomimzy: You wish that the old canon of Mimzy being Alastor's girlfriend was still canon

Royalhalo: You hate Vaggie and you think that Charlie deserves better than her, and who better than the sugary sweet angel who was the first to hear Charlie out and argue in her favor when she found out the truth about the exterminations?

Cherridust: You are aggressively heterosexual and you believe that it is impossible for a man and a woman to be friends without one or both secretly harboring feelings for the other. You binge-read friends to lovers fics on Wattpad, and if a man so much as says hi to a woman, you will ship them

Cherrimoth: You like enemies to lovers, but in a bitch eating crackers kind of way. You either have a crush on someone that you love to hate from afar, or you want to fall in love with someone who hates you from afar

[alastor-simp-page]

Hazbin Hotel poll 2.0: Not Established Couples

I tried to compile all the most popular Hazbin Hotel ships. I mean of course there is more. If I missed one let me know and I'll include it in a future post.

I know Chaggie is a really cute ship but it always wins polls and I wanna see if there is a second most popular ship next to Chaggie. None of the other ships would stand a chance XD I couldn't decide if Lilith x Lucifer was considered established or not so I left it off.

If you want to comment what you voted and let me know your feelings on it, feel free! No hate here please! I would love to see what everyone thinks!

[acatnamedkitten]

Accidentally kidnapping the Mafia Boss

For the reverse-trope prompts Radiohusk (Radiohuskerdust if you squint) Might continue this later, IDK 1.9K words

Husk had to resist banging his head on the alley wall. He’d been waiting for over an hour now and the bastard Alastor sent him after still hadn’t appeared.

And, naturally, Husk wasn't allowed to go into the joint and lure the guy out. No. He had to wait for the sinner to take a smoke break and nab him then. 

Fuck Alastor and his stupid-ass plans. 

Husk had already smoked through both his emergency cigars, drank the flask he had brought and his emergency backup flask, and he’d even calculated the odds of breaking his neck if he jumped off either of the buildings lining the alley. 

Just when Husk thought he’d go crazy, the back door opened and someone finally stepped out. Leaping into action, Husk deftly whipped a sack over the sinner’s head. The chemicals in the fabric took over instantly, knocking the spider to his knees before he’d even realized what had happened. 

Husk scooped them up and took off without a sound. Despite how lanky the spider was, they were incredibly light. Husk made good time, reaching the hideout in mere minutes. He landed on the roof and Alastor’s shadows enveloped them instantly. 

Shaking off the cold tingles, Husk quickly got his bearings. The basement of the place looked more like a wine cellar than a torcher chamber, but Alastor had never needed whips and chains to make his victims scream. 

Husk walked over to the only blank section of wall and held the limp spider up against it. Alastor’s shadows emerged, binding the unconscious sinner upright. A radio kicked on somewhere, smooth jazz filling their little section of the labyrinth that was the basement.

Job finished, for now, Husk made his way over to his own designated corner of the cellar. He plopped himself down on his nice cushy recliner—with a thin back and added support right in the middle so as not to crush his wings—and a bottle of the good stuff appeared on the side table next to him. 

Kicking back, Husk settled down to wait. Alastor knew they were here, and he would be down whenever he was done with whatever it was he was currently up to. 

Husk never actually needed to stand—sit—guard over the unconscious sinner, but he always did. He was too paranoid not to.

Reasonably, he knew that the chemicals in the sack would last another 48-ish hours, and Alastor’s shadows were impossible to break out of. Not to mention, even if someone did manage to break loose, they’d have to find a way out of the ever-shifting halls in the dark. 

Even so, there were some things that Husk would never leave to chance. His partner’s safety being first and foremost on that list. The man might be The Big Bad Radio Demon, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be needlessly reckless when he got excited- especially about a new ‘guest’ for his show.

Husk was only halfway through his bottle of liquor when Alastor materialized beside him. Looking up at the taller demon, Husk saw the excitement lighting the man’s face. With his eyes still fixed on their prisoner, Alastor brought up a hand to scratch behind Husk’s ears. The cat leaned into the touch, accepting the gesture of gratitude with a soft purr. 

The jazz was overtaken by static; Alastor was practically vibrating with anticipation. He pulled away from Husk as his microphone appeared in his opposite hand. The show was about to begin. 

For as marvelous as Alastor’s broadcasts were, Husk loved watching him work. The look on the deer’s face, the way he moved, the way he let himself indulge. 

Alastor quickly approached the sinner and a shadow hand whipped off the sack. It would take a minute for the drugs to leave the spider’s system, so Alastor always took it off before starting his broadcasts. 

But Alastor didn’t start. 

He didn’t greet his listeners, or wave his microphone around, or even connect to the frequency that would carry to every radio in Hell.

Husk tensed, unsure why the deer had frozen in place; clueless as to why the static in the air suddenly sounded angry. Husk’s eyes briefly flicked to the spider’s face, and he flinched. 

Shit.

He’d snagged the wrong guy. 

Al was gonna kill him. 

Normally, it wouldn’t matter. Alastor would just eat the poor, unlucky soul and send Husk back out to get his intended target. 

But this? This was bad. This wasn’t just any sinner. This was the Lust Demon. The Head Mafioso of the Riccioletties. The Angel Dust. 

Husk had snagged another overlord. 

Shit. 

Leaping to his feet, Husk dashed over, needing to fix this NOW.

“He didn’t see me! I’ll just put the sack back on and take him ba—”

Husk was cut off by a screech of feedback; the cat’s ears pressed flat as he flinched. Looking back at Angel Dust, Husk almost groaned; the spider was already awake. 

His two primary eyes might have been shut and his body still limp, but Husk was sharp enough to recognize that the spider’s six smaller eyes were alert and watching. 

Shit.

Husk was gonna be sleeping on the couch for a year after this. 

As Alastor made a step towards the spider, Husk stepped halfway in front of him. If they hadn’t known each other so long and so well, Alastor might have taken a bite out of the cat for that offense. As it was, the deer knew Husk would never get in his way without a good reason.

Of course, that didn’t stop Alastor from baring his teeth at his partner in warning. Where the spider couldn’t see, Husk tapped Alastor on the shoulder, then on the ribs, then on the midsection. Alastor’s eyes slid back to the spider and Husk stepped away. 

As Husk had just warned, Angel Dust’s third set of arms materialized as soon as Alastor stepped within stabbing range. 

Unfortunately for the spider, Alastor had understood Husk’s warning. His shadows caught the new set of arms and disarmed him of the angelic knife that had materialized with them. 

Angel Dust let out an impressive snarl as Alastor clucked his tongue. As the knife dissolved into the shadows and reappeared in his hands, he gave the Overlord of Sex an admonishing smile. “Now, now. Is that any way to treat your host?”

“Is this the way you treat your guests?” Angel fired back. 

Alastor blinked, frozen for a whole two seconds. Then, in an instant, the deer was a completely different person. “Goodness gracious, where are my manners?” he exclaimed. 

The knife vanished along with Angel Dust’s restraints. Clapping, Alastor turned away to conjure a tea table and chairs. Niffty’s little finger sandwiches and a pitcher of sweet tea appeared with delicate china. The wall sconces flared to a less gloomy level, and a chandelier appeared above them. 

While he resigned himself to roll with the abrupt change, Husk didn’t let his eyes leave the Lust Demon as he made his way over to take a seat. From the corner of his eye, Husk saw Alastor pour three glasses and take his seat on Husk’s right side. 

Many people thought it was strange that the Radio Demon’s right-hand man was always on his left. At least, the people who didn’t realize that Alastor was right-handed and Husk had taught himself to be ambidextrous way back when he was learning sleight of hand as a kid. 

Angel Dust, finally breaking from his shock at being released so suddenly, approached the table suspiciously. He sat delicately on the free chair, smoothing the nonexistent wrinkles from his black pinstriped suit. 

This close, it was obvious that the pinstripes were pale pink hearts. Husk didn’t know much about the spider he was supposed to abduct, but there was no way he smelled like vanilla and sugar and something… carnal. 

Alastor was never going to let Husk back in their bedroom, let alone their bed. Damn his impatient ass.

Husk took a long dreg from the bottle he was still holding; then he poured the rest into his sweet tea, knowing Alastor expected him to drink it. 

Despite the deer’s outward hospitality, Husk could still hear the angry edge to the radio static. Angel Dust must have been able to pick up on it as well, as he gingerly took his glass and pretended to take a sip. 

Husk nudged Alastor’s foot with his own as he took a real drink from his own glass, signaling the spider’s wariness. Alastor might hate him right now, but he still expected Husk to do his job.

His ability to read people was one of the main reasons Alastor’d latched onto Husk so quickly in the beginning. The Radio Demon might be powerful, but the intricacies of other people often eluded the deer. 

He nudged Husk’s foot back: Message received. What else?

Husk took the signal and grabbed a sandwich. It was so tiny that he could only put two claws on it, but Niffty’s cooking was always worth it.

He tossed it into his mouth, quickly followed by two more. He took another swig of his tea before turning his full attention back to Angel Dust.

“Sorry for all this. I was supposed to grab somebody else; didn’t expect you to come out instead. Bossman here is a bit upset with me, in case you couldn’t tell.”

Angel Dust followed his nod to where Alastor sat glaring daggers at the cat from behind his glass. The spider visibly relaxed at that, though Husk noted he was still alert. The sinner kept four hands in his lap, ready to grab his cleverly concealed weapons no doubt. 

“Go ahead and eat. You must have an appetite from clearing those drugs so quickly. I should know.” Husk tossed another one into his mouth for good measure before half turning to Alastor. “Gotta tell Niff to lay off the knives. Hav’ta take three or four at once just to get a full bite.” 

Alastor tossed his head back to laugh while nudging Husk’s foot in understanding. “Well, we did just give her a new set for her birthday. Can’t fault a girl for wanting to break them in.” 

Despite Husk using it as a cover, Alastor wasn’t lying about the new knives. Husk just huffed and grumbled in response.

Reassured, Angel Dust gingerly reached for a sandwich, dwarfing it in his long, slender fingers. His eyes lit up the second he bit into it, immediately reaching for two more. Swallowing, “Wow, these got crack in ‘em or somethin?”

Husk chuckled and took two more. 

Alastor, while understanding what Angel Dust meant, didn’t quite catch that it was a joke. “Of course they don’t! Niffty’s never needed to resort to such things. Her cooking has always been the bees knees.” 

Angel chuckled, probably at Alastor’s indignation, before taking a real sip of tea. Throat clear, he asked, “So who was it you were after, if not me?”

Husk shifted as Alastor’s angry static spiked for a second. Scratching at his jaw, the cat tried not to look too embarrassed. “It was some Steven guy. He was supposed to be the only one who used that alley for smoke breaks.” 

Angel Dust smirked and nodded at Alastor. “Yeah, that fucker probably deserved to be on your show.” Then he gave a dramatic sigh. “Too bad I offed him myself this morning. Suppose that makes this my own fault, huh?”

[top-shelf-tender-moved]

The sound of Alastor’s sinister amusement only fanned the flames of Husk’s imagination. He knew he shouldn’t get this carried away with his feelings for Alastor - his keeper didn’t experience attraction in comparable ways, and somehow, it didn’t feel right for Husk to dream of scenarios that might never come to be…and then Alastor beckoned him toward the crimson bed, inviting Husk into what he considered a more intimate space.

The bartender rose, following obediently and taking in the altered room. The bed, with its classic shade, was a nice touch, but the rest of the scenery? An underlying sense of dread nagged at Husk when he scanned the ramshackled bayou layout. With Alastor, beggars weren’t allowed to be choosers, but as long as the Radio Demon was welcoming input…

“I could die tomorrow. Permanently,” Husk asserted. It was morbid, but a very honest possibility he had prepared himself for. “If this is my last night of existence, my only night with you, I want it to be special.” He managed to snap out of his melancholy long enough to shoot Alastor a playful smirk as he sat on the bed’s edge.

“Come on Al, aren’t you always goin’ on about teaching people some “proper class and style?” I think you could stand to offer me a little more ritz.” His challenge was meant in good spirit, but it was a challenge nonetheless.

Alastor’s command choked any remaining placating words Husk was prepared to spew. Suddenly, he felt so stupid. Husk had grown accustomed to watching Alastor flaunt his powers and toss around threats like calling cards. The bartender had nearly forgotten that he was exempt from the Radio Demon’s wrath. He was Alastor’s, and that meant protection. Of course, that also came with the caveat of Alastor handling the cat however he saw fit, and despite his best intentions, it often led to…misunderstandings.

Husk blinked, head spinning from the abrupt shift in Alastor’s disposition. The fact that the Radio Demon was openly apologizing to him seemed surreal. Alastor was still a proud, vengeful man, but Husk could still note the small adjustments that had been made for his sake. He supposed he had felt a twinge of longing for Alastor’s companionship while the Overlord had been busy preparing for the battle the next day. If this could be Husk’s last night, he wanted to enjoy the time he had left with Alastor.

The cat’s sentimental musings were interrupted by words so unexpectedly suggestive that Husk’s brain nearly shut down. With a candid blush, Husk gently rested his temple against Alastor’s in silent invitation.

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

As someone who got into this show since the pilot, read all the fun comics & fan content of dynamics, seeing these two often as friends and enjoyed the ship Radiohusk and the idea they tried to be a thing in the past, this HURTS so much…I read Fautisse even said Alastor sees Husk, along with Niffty & Rosie as his closest friends💔💔💔

Who knows what he’s like with Niffty, I imagine it’s slightly better cause she’s more ok with going along with his plans but I can imagine their dynamic isn’t the healthiest etheir…I can imagine he’s more manipulative with her.

But then again, he’s the Radio Demon. He came down to Hell for a reason…

If there’s honestly a chance he really does care and can be redeemed…he’s got a lot to make up for. I’m also really hoping for Angel to rip him a new one for this.

What do u think? I’d love to know💖

[usedtobethelegendcreator]

This is a HAZBIN HOTEL APPRECIATION POST.

I’ve seen way too many “The pilot was 10000000x better than the show”-style posts recently, so I’m going to talk about why I like the show more.

1. Alastor’s new voice:

I kid you not, if they’d kept his pilot voice, I would have stopped watching immediately. I could not stand hearing it for extended periods of time (anything longer than ten minutes). It grated on my ears and made something deep within my soul hurt. His new VA is, ironically, a godsend—he sounds like he’s speaking through a radio without making me feel like I’m in an auditory torture chamber.

2. Charlie’s new hair:

Just looking at her old hairstyle gives me anxiety. It looks like it’s going to come loose at any moment.

3. Angel’s new design:

He no longer looks like his fur is matted.

4. Alastor’s new design:

Even I don’t know why, but I hate how his eyelids used to look. Absolutely hate them. His hair used to part at the back of his head and looked like I would find cockroaches in it. His hands had little spots on the back. Just. No. Give me New Alastor any day.

5. Vox looks less like the TV version of Alastor and more like his own person. There’s nothing to be done for his personality, though.

6. Vaggie is now less of a stereotype. I’m glad her misandrist phase is over. We didn’t need another.

7. Do I need to bring up the Dahmer joke? Because I will bring up the Dahmer joke.

8. Alastor now has visible emotions that do not consist of Smile, Bigger Smile and, of course, Even Bigger Smile (ft. unbearable static). He no longer acts like a malevolent Ken doll—he used to be a human being and it shows now.

9. HUSK THE EX-OVERLORD. All the radiohusk and huskerdust fans ate well that day.

10. Niffty gets more than one scene (and a chance to redeem herself for misgendering Angel and being a little sexist).

11. Alastor gets to sing something that isn’t a reprise.

12. Susan.

13. Alastor being an Overlord. Fuck that one post about him not being one.

14. Zestial. Him being the one (1) male that Alastor genuinely respects is an amazing dynamic to watch. Cool Old Guy and his murderous little gremlin.

15. Rosie. Rosie Rosie Rosie. ROSIE.

16. Again, Alastor. We got to see a hint of why he had THREE WARNING POSTERS up IN THE SAME AREA. I never knew hearing sharks get vored would be so satisfying.

17. Watching the King of Hell get bullied into being a present father would be enough by itself even if the rest of the show was shit.

[roxanne991]

Hazbin Hotel Radiohusk AU Fanfiction

(The story of the relationship through Husk’s pov)

Part 4 (Finale)

Everything was back to normal between me and Alastor and he came to me one morning with some special news. Apparently, there’s this festival that happens every year on Valentine’s Day where there’s a legend where if you confess your feelings to someone you wish to have in your life forever, then it actually comes true and a great occasion for those in a relationship, and Alastor invited me over to have our private date. I immediately accepted his offer because I knew that day would be my chance to tell him how I wish to be by his side forever and my dream of marrying him would finally come true. Especially since no one would be around to ruin our moment together. Even though I never told them about my secret relationship with Alastor, Blitz and Octavia apparently found out, even Vox and Valentino, when no one else didn’t put the pieces together. Blitz and Octavia helped out by recommending a place where Alastor and I could have our date in private, while Vox and Valentino got Velvette to take my measurements and make me a dress just for the occasion. I was hesitant about wearing a dress because I never wore one before since I’m not the one to cross dress and that I wouldn’t be able to pull it off like Angel would. But when Valentine’s Day finally came today, the dress was ready and had to head to the Vees tower to put it on to surprise Alastor, I was in complete shock about how pretty I looked in it. Velvette did a fantastic job on the dress I had to admit, but I was still hesitant in calling myself beautiful. But the 3 Vees and their workers were commenting how beautiful I looked so much so that Travis and Blitz mistook me for a woman. So much so that Valentino had to summon his minions to hold Travis down. I was ready for my date with Alastor and the 3 Vees wanted to escort me in private to my hotel room along with Blitz & Octavia, but we had to be very careful so we don’t cause panic at the hotel which would cancel my date with Alastor. We managed to hide the Vees with some kind of invincibility magic while Blitz and Octavia escorted me to the main hotel lobby where Alastor and advised me to stay at the door while the Vees were keeping an eye on me. It was then that I overheard a conversation between the two of them and Alastor about if Alastor ever thought about having a romantic kind of life in the future because they’re wondering if we’re in a relationship. I thought that my wish of finding love would come true, but then I heard Alastor say that idea was preposterous and that we were nothing more than that just drinking buds, and master & pet, but when he says that he makes it sound like that us being in a relationship was a joke. The anger that I thought was gone ignited once again after finding that everything that Alastor & I did together were all lies that were for his own entertainment. I let out a scream of rage before flying away from the hotel to where Alastor & I would have had our date, and upon landing I immediately burst into tears & I was so upset that I didn’t realize that I started feeling cold & heard some voices before finding out that I was in a block of ice. I always thought that Alastor & I would be happy together & one day be wed but I guess I was wrong. I was so angry that Alastor had played me like a fool that all the ice around me had been crushed and I knew I would get some revenge on him with this newfound rage coursing through me.

End of this angsty story

Just you wait until what happens to Husk

[ponie-cornious]

[ OLD ART RE-POST - May 7, 2022 ] From this point on, Human!RadioHusk becomes my entire personality XD what can I say, you can't expect the fashion history-obsessed part of my brain to not take every chance it gets to draw historically accurate 1920's outfits. This one's cute, I can't completely dislike it c:

[meow-4-eva]

For @knightfire, I always loved how since Husk was the one to hold Chance, he was automatically deemed the mother.

(I love your art and Chance! You're one of the people who got me into Radiohusk.)

Also, if Andre and Chance ever interacted, it would probably go like this...

[knightfire]

“Ha! Am I doing it right? Old people did such weird dances! 😜”

OLD?!?! Now look here, you little shit…! 😤

[top-shelf-tender-moved]

{{I honestly can’t imagine being ship exclusive with anyone - I adore all of the unique takes people have on the same muse and how it alters their interactions with Husk, specifically with RadioHusk.

@alteregozowie is a piss baby who throws violent tantrums if Husk doesn’t give him enough/the right kind of attention.

@damnedrainbows had the courage to (eventually) break Husk’s chains and give him the chance to choose him.

@radiomurdeer has a partially-founded hero complex with Husk and believes he’s the sole source of keeping Husk alive at this point.

I’m following so many more amazing Alastor’s, and I really hope I get to discover what makes your muse special~}}

[icdrawings]

Fanart of baby chance

From @knightfire

Thank you for keeping my favorite couple alive

[jadeile-writes]

Fanfic Progress Update 123

Hey, people, it’s update time! This time there’s a bit of news on Bushwa as well, as rare at that is. Stay tuned for a spoilery glimpse into the next chapter of Adventure Gone Mini at the end of the post.

Current WIPs:

Adventure gone Mini

Fandom: Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild / The Minish Cap

Summary: Sidon is given his very own Sheikah Slate, the first replica Purah has managed to make, and sets out to travel with Link with the intention of registering warp points for convenient travel in the future. However, when a malfunction shrinks them down to the size of bugs, and they meet little people called the Minish, they have to change their plans from “fun adventuring” to “getting out of this mess”. Not that those two have to exclude one another. Link/Sidon.

Progress: Chapter 53 is the current latest chapter and was posted on 30th of June. Chapter 54 is 1/3 done, and the scheduled posting date is 21st of July.

I post a new chapter every three weeks on Wednesdays, except when I don’t manage to and move it by a week. These updates always include a sneak-peek for the next chapter, slowly getting longer over the three (or four) weeks’ waiting period.

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Hah! Our afterlife is the most hilarious bushwa, dearest

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Summary: This is not a stand-alone story! This is a oneshot/drabble collection in the universe as “Shit, the Radio Demon is a part of my afterlife”. Read the main story before bothering with this one.

I decided to give my readers a chance to throw Radiohusk prompts at me, and had the Afterlife-verse as an option to set the stories in. Everyone liked that, so this fic is now a thing. Enjoy the extra mischief from these two dorks!

Progress: Chapter 28 is the current latest chapter and was posted on 27th of November. Chapter 29 is technically written, but I'll need to look it over to see if I want to tweak it before I can call it done. The scheduled posting date is Some Friday, and there will be a sneak-peek on the Previous Thursday. Chapter 30 is half-done as well!

Note to new people who might be looking at this: I’m not taking prompts anymore. These will be the last chapters, and then the fic will be done.

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Other WIPs I’m not currently working on but intend to get back to someday:

PoE Drabbles (Pillars of Eternity)

DC Drabbles (Justice League)

Diaphanous Relations (Forgotten Realms, R.A. Salvatore’s books)

Revalink chapter fic (Zelda BotW)

A bunch of Hazbin oneshots and chapter fics, some started, some just on the idea phase. There’s… there’s a lot…

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That’s it for the WIPs! Here’s the promised sneak-peek into Adventure gone Mini (Note: the text may end up slightly different in the fic itself due to more editing happening before publishing). Enjoy!

Mini

"Drop your weapons and surrender or else your friend gets it!" a Vaatian shouted at Link, Sidon held at swordpoint. All the while the other enemies were approaching him slowly, deliberately giving him time to choose his action rather than force him to fight.

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That’s it this time. See you next Saturday!

Links:

My AO3   My FFnet   My Ko-fi    Radiohusk Discord Group invitation