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Happy Radiodust Day!
Illustrations from my fic Five Times Angel Called Alastor Daddy.
Chapter 3 up now!
Late happy Radiodust day π·οΈπ¦π©·πΈοΈ
It's still RadioDust Day here π First of four redraws of an old piece I made.
I canβt draw to save my life so instead I pushed myself to finish the last chapter of my Christmas story for #RadiodustDay
Hope you enjoy it π
https://archiveofourown.org/works/61335691/chapters/160772056
Bonus: here are the little babies when they were watching me edit my story lol
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- Well, I have to admit, your fluff is really very comfortable. - Told ya!
plus close up under cut
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
(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.
Alastor hesitated, hands twisting on his microphone as he pondered. While this had the potential to provide more insight into yet another facet of the spiderβs entertainingly complex personality, it also stunk heavily of emotion and he was rather adverse to anything that could result in a so-called βheart-to-heartβ conversation.
Happy RadioDust Day, I donβt have anything to really share except this Wip of an upcoming commission being done by @minidust093
