#damnedrainbows.
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sometimes r.adiohusk is like
and then other times it's like
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continued from here ~ @damnedrainbows
upon leading alastor away from this meeting that he only knew of he made sure the deer demon went to sleep afterwards. the experience alone was very tiring. which in ways the feline wanted to make sure that his companion was well rested despite the protest. husk had a soft side to often shown to others.
husk started nodding off to sleep before being thrown across the room. a puff escaped him as he gasp for air on impact. the pain rushed down back " fucking hell " he murmered pushing a hand over face trying to get himself back into reality. once finally taking a moment he rushed over to the overlord " AL! AL its just a dream , your fine ! " husk shouted grabbing hold down arms. " your going to reopen your fucking wounds calm the hell down ! "
#damnedrainbows.#~~~~husk interaction~~~~ ic.#~~~~ getting your whiskers tied in a knot. ~~~~verse.#husk just worried a little bit !.#old man taking care of his deer friend.
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"Anyone catch the license plate on that vehicle?" Sweet Satan Alive.
#damnedrainbows.#gctchell.#(( almost rendered to roadkill with ur gf ))#dash commentary.#muse v muse.
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Inspired by this ask [×]
Song lyrics from "Cry" Ashnikko ft. Grimes
#Mun Art#damnedrainbows#Alastor Hazbin Hotel#Lucifer Hazbin Hotel#Lucifer Morningstar#Hazbin Hotel Fanart#Lucifer#Alastor
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@damnedrainbows said:
“So, what? Damned if I do, damned if I don’t. What more do you want from me?” (Alastor to Husk)
"Buzz off... only thing I'm ever gonna want from you."
Husk's voice was passionless and hollow and lacked emotion.
He had been ignoring Alastor for weeks. Whenever the Radio Demon entered the same room as him, the bartender made sure to steer as clear as possible. He even went as far as looking in a different direction whenever Alastor was within his line of sight.
Alastor had him cornered at the bar now, though. What a waking nightmare.
With his back mostly turned to the unwelcome guest, Husk took a swig of the beer he'd been holding. Maybe a bit more than a swig.
Seemed like chugging.
He hadn't been working much, in part because he was still healing and because he didn't need to work anymore— but today he'd decided to, because Charlie had asked so nicely.
Screw Charlie, and screw him for wanting to make her happy.
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@damnedrainbows cont.
Man, Alastor looked pretty terrible. His hair was a mess, and he wore a robe instead of his well tailored suit; if it wasn't for the manic way he was holding himself, he would have almost looked like he just got out of bed.
He merely watched, deadpan now, as Alastor lashed out at him before trying -- and failing -- to summon his shadows to try and force Lucifer off of his property. But they were mere wisps of things, vanishing into the air almost immediately, before Alastor seemed to collapse in on himself, and Lucifer had to admit...
It was kind of pathetic.
"Oh calm down Drama King," Lucifer said, rolling his eyes a little at the display in front of him. "You're just grounded, you're not banished forever. Charlie and Vaggie agreed you can return to the Hotel in a month if you think you can behave yourself."
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While Charlie was with Lucifer, giving Vaggie a bit of a break from her job, she would normally take the opportunity to hole up somewhere and read until she was called for. But, instead, she sought out a figure that she'd grown to be much fonder of as her time in the royal household increased.
When she found Alastor, she approached a bit shyly. "Would you mind some company?" she asked.
@damnedrainbows
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He'd been avoiding everyone, after the brief appearance once the hotel was fixed. The second the wound had dried, Alastor had simply changed his clothes, and finally came out. Stepping into the lobby, and growling lightly as he spotted Lucifer out of the corner of his eye. He'd say nothing, ignoring him and walking to the bar.
Grabbing a bottle of vodka, gripping it tightly before slipping it into his coat. He walked past Lucifer, pushing him as he passed him, speed-walking on his way to the new radio broadcast station. Disinfecting it might make it wet again, so he'd have to take off his shirt. He growled lightly, and opened the door, slipping inside.
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He growled, a noise that held rage as well as pain. Even half-crazed from being tortured relentlessly by sinners since he awoke, he recognized Charlie.
Memories flashed back....her screaming at him. The trident shoved into his arm. The devil crushing his bones as he saw her standing with him.
Both of them staring at him. Laughing at him with their eyes. His memories warping as he saw them laughing as the knife shoved through his heart....
The last thing he saw were them laughing....and Lute's screams of anguish. The last thing he did as an angel was smile at her.....
A clawed hand emerged, talons sinking into the hard brimstone rock. As he emerged, he resembled something between a dragon and a pigeon. Teeth serrated like blades, glowing eyes. Horns like an Oryxx jutting from his skull, except one was broken off.
Tattered bat-like wings extended out. Practically useless from the damage done to him.
An anarchy symbol on his chest. Just everything about him....looked like someone. Except......twisted. Deformed.
He looked like Adam.
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@damnedrainbows (plotted starter with my Emily and their Alastor)
Emily stares with a furrowed brow at the tall antlered man standing alone near the hotel bar. That must be Alastor. The Radio Demon. Vaggie's warned Emily about him: how he's dangerous and likes to trick sinners into giving him their souls. As a fellow Angel, what reason would Vaggie have to be dishonest?
She doesn't exactly want to draw his attention...but maybe staring isn't the best way to avoid someone. He's bound to notice sooner or later. Especially since, for the time being, they're the only two in this area. There's no one else to direct his attention to.
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"Did they fucking touch you?" (Alastor for what we discussed 😏)
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It started off like any other Friday night. Husk received a text from Angel requesting the bartender escort him home from Vee Tower after a shift. Husk should have known something was off when the text came in much earlier than usual, asking him to come in instead of waiting outside as he usually did.
His moments after arriving were a blur now. Husk had taken an elevator to the specified floor, stepped out, and then...Vox.
Angel's phone had been hacked.
Ever since the battle against the exorcists, The Vee's had been making big moves to assert dominance over the Pentagram, and that included intimidation tactics. Alastor had been more elusive following the conflict, so it seemed that The Vee's - or more specifically, Vox - had wanted to send Alastor a warning by damaging his property.
Husk wasn't sure how long he had laid bleeding outside the hotel after being carelessly shoved from a car, but when he came to, he was in Alastor's room, the Radio Demon looming over him in interrogation. Husk didn't answer and couldn't meet Alastor's gaze - partially from his black eye, but mostly out of shame.
Vox thought he was dealing some sort of significant blow to his rival, but Husk knew better. The bartender was simply Alastor's favorite toy - easily broken but mendable, as many times as he saw fit. So why, then, did Husk detect hints of rage buzzing in his keeper's filtered voice?
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#damnedrainbows.#radiiosugars.#[ niffty; ic. ]#[ dash commentary. ]#(( no words just awe and support ))
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Chewsday | always accepting |: sent :
@damnedrainbows ;; Niffty is chomping on cat dad’s ankle
Loud scream came from the feline. Looking down at ankle seeing non other Niffty, the little lady decided to strike him. A low sigh left him. Kneeling down grabbing hold of her dress pulling her away from him. " niffty , are you teething again . " He jokes, smiling lightly at the little demon
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@damnedrainbows ⧐ liked for an upsetting starter.
It would not be the first time he'd practically upturned his room.
Shredded bits of the rug that normally lay near his fireplace were scattered and strewn about, blood smattering the wooden floor underneath. Framed photos had been tossed from the walls, glass shattered and photos within torn. Books from his shelf had been tattered and lay somewhere in a heap in the fireplace itself, though at least there was no fire to burn. Just the dead green glow that always kept the sitting area eerily lit. Though too were the chairs that were normally there toppled and their fabric gored through.
Evidence of what Alastor had done to both the room - and himself - was prominent; antlers atop his head held bits and pieces of textile, string, and paper, his shirt bearing tears where his own claws had rend the fabric to try and scratch and scrape at the flesh and fur that lay beneath. Instead of its normal peaceful blue aura, the bayou where he now lay - half within a tepid pool of swamp water and half on the bloodied, grassy ground - was a vapid grey. Trees loomed and no fireflies buzzed to give the space any levity or joy.
From where he lay, Alastor gripped hard at his own arms, staring pointedly forward, eyes blackened and pupils small, red dials that had yet to revert back to their normal state. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knew that his calamity and destruction of his room would likely have drawn attention in the quiet, otherwise peaceful expectation of night.
And yet he had no means of caring just then, still encased far too deeply in the abyss that was her grasp.
He might regret it later.
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continued from the ask with @damnedrainbows - this is why you shouldn't have children
Not really fully listening to first part of what the little demons said as she places herself on the armrest of his chair. "That's lovely my little bug." He waves his hand absent absent-mindedly till she mention need red hair. Oh if only he could understand her twisted little mind.
There a chuckle before his red gaze turns to niffty to give her his full attention with a grin. "My darling Niffty would you mind terribly repeating that last part again." No he had to make sure that he had heard her right the first time.
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@damnedrainbows: Alastor wonders if Lucifer was even made aware of his impending arrival. He’s certain he was; surely Lilith wouldn’t blindside him like this. And if she has…well, that’ll be honestly hilarious, if he’s honest. He always revels in his ability to make a good entrance, and as he steps closer to the gorgeous castle, the deer finds himself blindsided by the tiny thing that meets him at the door. “…I’ve only seen portraits of you. …Do you come in a bigger size?”
When Lilith had promised to send help before she left, Lucifer genuinely didn't know who she had in mind. Surely not Asmodeus? He was pretty busy running Lust, and Lucifer's not sure if he wants that kind of influence around Charlie... Or perhaps Beelzebub? But she's too much of a party Queen... Definitely not Mammon...
However, as he opens the door after the imp servant informed him of the figure coming through the gates, he's not expecting the Sinner. An Overlord, if his scent was anything to go by, and the first words out of his mouth were an insult. Joy.
"Ha ha, very funny," Lucifer says dryly. "Who are you?"
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