Here is my art request giveaway for @ WhiteSkara (on twitter) ! They requested RadioDust "sewing together" and my mind kind of traveled to this sort of concept. Maybe angel can make silk that repairs objects?

☆ ★ Alastor Shipping Alignment Chart ★ ☆

Descriptions under the cut.

Wholesome alignments:

No one ♥ Sensible-Wholesome ♥ Ace Alastor. Affirming and objectively correct. It's canon, and you're sticking to it.

Charlastor ♥ Neutral-Wholesome ♥ Yin and yang, and maybe redemption. You want something that's good for both of them.

RadioDust ♥ Horny-Wholesome ♥ They're both fucked up in different ways, but maybe they can get less fucked up together. (With lots of fucking.)

Neutral alignments:

RadioRose ♥ Sensible-Neutral ♥ Friends-to lovers whose vintage aesthetic is a key component of their relationship. You know the type.

Selfship/OC Pairing ♥ True neutral ♥ Obviously. Does this need further explanation? This is the bingo free space.

RadioApple ♥ Horny-Neutral ♥ Why have conflict when you could have sexual tension instead? More "rivals-to-lovers" than "enemies-to-lovers," since they're technically on the same side (for now). But who's "Daddy?"

Fucked Up Alignments:

RadioHusk ♥ Sensible-Fucked Up ♥ They do have that whole soul-deal thing going on. Is it a kink? Is there resolution and forgiveness for it? Stockholm syndrome? DD:DNE? So many flavors to choose from. All of them angsty.

AlMimzy ♥ Neutral-Fucked Up ♥ Does Alastor finally reciprocate her unrequited crush? And who's the bad influence on whom?

RadioStatic ♥ Horny-Fucked Up ♥ True enemies to lovers. Or just hate fucking. (Or the secret third option: Vox being obsessed and Alastor fucking with him because he likes to make Vox suffer from how badly he wants Alastor - my favorite.)

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(Please take all this in good fun. No judgment for any of these ships. ♥)

Alastor: This face was made for radio!

Angel Dust: Yeah but that waist was made for television~

Alastor: *Confused and distressed radio static.*

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traumatize me‼️

I can't traumatize whats been traumatized.

Anyways have this.

eat your heart out, vox and val <3

Exterminator: What is he? Your boyfriend?

Alastor: You're a child. An infant. Your mocking is thus infantile. He's not my boyfriend. This man is more to me than you can dream. He's the moon when I'm lost in darkness and warmth when I shiver in cold. And his kiss still thrills me, even after a millennia. His heart overflows with the kindness of which this world is not worth of. I love this man beyond measure and reason. He's not my boyfriend. He's all and he's more.

Angel Dust: You're an incurable romantic.

[Alastor and Angel kiss in front of the stunned Exterminator]

Art for Chapter 3 of @zaebeecee's amazing fic

I'm enraptured and engaged T___T

Also first time I've done a finished piece of Val or Vox and GUH THESE MONSTERS ARE REALLY FUN TO DRAW

HUG...? I THINK SO

live laugh love radiodust

Angel Dust makes yet another pass at Alastor - prolly more of an ongoing joke at this point but he's definitely playing up the performance - and suggests they film it. Before Alastor can shoot him down again they hear a crash and they turn to see Lucifer scrambling to gather up the broken pieces of the mug he dropped in shock.

Husk does not appreciate the King of Hell awkwardly trying to inquire whether Alastor and Angel Dust are a thing. Angel Dust finds it absolutely hilarious though and suddenly he's hitting on Alastor near constantly, enjoying watching Lucifer squirm. At first he thinks that Lucifer is like Charlie and is just awkward about the overtly sexual flirting except, wait, he didn't seem that awkward when he was mocking Adam, did he? Then Angel catches Lucifer and Alastor alone in a room together. Oho! Secret rendezvous? No, Alastor's shirtless, and Angel's definitely appreciating the view (what little he can see peeking around the corner) but it seems like Lucifer's just using his Hell Daddy magic to heal a rather nasty looking cut crossing Alastor's torso. But Angel Dust can see the tender look on Lucifer's face, the light dusting of gold across those apple cheeks as his eyes dart between Alastor's face and his bare chest, and no way in fuck there aren't feelings there.

From there on Angel ramps up the flirting even further. He knows Alastor isn't gonna reciprocate. And if Lucifer needs a little nudge, Angel Dust is more than happy to provide.

Husk downs an entire bottle of rye in one go.

So does Alastor.

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I guess I should probably post my art here too, huh? 😅

I offer up some Zoophobia Radiodust!