𝑹𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑫𝒂𝒚

(Created for Radiodust Day 2025)

Alastor rarely slept; he often found himself wandering around when the itch tempted him to push the limits of his focus. He had walked the empty halls of the Hotel over a thousand times at this point, using physicality as a way to keep himself grounded in the present while everyone else was asleep. This was the activity he was engaged in the night he wandered across Angel Dust in the lobby at three in the morning. Angel was dressed in loungewear instead of his normal work clothes or daywear. He was curled up as small as an eight-foot tall spider could reasonably manage, body bent in half with his legs folded into his chest. His face was uncharacteristically somber, his chin propped up between his knees as he stared sightlessly into the still room.

Hope you enjoy it 💕

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61335691/chapters/160772056

Bonus: here are the little babies when they were watching me edit my story lol

#Radiodust

𝑹𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑫𝒂𝒚 2025 / 3𝒓𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒚

❤️🩷Thank you all for your participation!

Art by: @lumiartfarts-blog

(Created for Radiodust Day 2025)

Alastor rarely slept; he often found himself wandering around when the itch tempted him to push the limits of his focus. He had walked the empty halls of the Hotel over a thousand times at this point, using physicality as a way to keep himself grounded in the present while everyone else was asleep. This was the activity he was engaged in the night he wandered across Angel Dust in the lobby at three in the morning. Angel was dressed in loungewear instead of his normal work clothes or daywear. He was curled up as small as an eight-foot tall spider could reasonably manage, body bent in half with his legs folded into his chest. His face was uncharacteristically somber, his chin propped up between his knees as he stared sightlessly into the still room.

Hope you enjoy it 💕

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61335691/chapters/160772056

Bonus: here are the little babies when they were watching me edit my story lol

#Radiodust

so I heard it was radiodust day?? 🕷️ ❤️ 📻

Happy Radiodust Day!

Illustrations from my fic Five Times Angel Called Alastor Daddy.

so I heard it was radiodust day?? 🕷️ ❤️ 📻

Hope you enjoy it 💕

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61335691/chapters/160772056

Bonus: here are the little babies when they were watching me edit my story lol

#Radiodust

(Created for Radiodust Day 2025)

Alastor rarely slept; he often found himself wandering around when the itch tempted him to push the limits of his focus. He had walked the empty halls of the Hotel over a thousand times at this point, using physicality as a way to keep himself grounded in the present while everyone else was asleep. This was the activity he was engaged in the night he wandered across Angel Dust in the lobby at three in the morning. Angel was dressed in loungewear instead of his normal work clothes or daywear. He was curled up as small as an eight-foot tall spider could reasonably manage, body bent in half with his legs folded into his chest. His face was uncharacteristically somber, his chin propped up between his knees as he stared sightlessly into the still room.

so I heard it was radiodust day?? 🕷️ ❤️ 📻