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For all who have seen my last post about Niffty and Alastor! You may like this fic.
Some time ago I started writing fics on AO3 and all of my Alastor fics are platonic. If you are interested, please check them out!
I just started posting and am open to all criticism ☺
Feel free to set me on fire!🔥
(Yes I did accidentally delete the original post and now can't link it properly)
Denial of closeness update>
Chapter 3: Threads and Memories
Niffty is making a puppet show!
This time she wants to make it with actual puppets, so Alastor volunteers to make them with her.
3. Don't you hate it when the princess calls you Niffty's dad?
Here is a snippet>>>
As the last notes of her makeshift orchestra faded, Niffty took a bow. The applause was polite but distant. She glanced at Alastor, who sat in the corner, his crimson eyes half-closed. As others left the room she came closer to him. His crimson eyes bore into Niffty’s, curiosity etched on his face. “What’s on your mind, my dear?”
Niffty fidgeted with her sketchbook, her mind racing. “Do they hate my shows?” she blurted out, her voice small.
Alastor chuckled, his smile enigmatic. “Niffty, they wouldn’t watch them if they hated them. Your roaches have their peculiar charm.”
But Niffty wasn’t satisfied. “Maybe I should try something new,” she mused aloud. “What if I made actual puppets? New characters, fresh stories!”
Alastor leaned back. “That could be refreshing,” he conceded. “And you know how to sew, don’t you? You made that beautiful dress!”
Niffty’s eye widened. “Yes, clothes! Mostly with a machine. But dolls? They’re different. How do I even start?”
Alastor hummed and clapped his hands “First, we’ll need fabric. Something sturdy but soft. And a pattern—” “I can draw the pattern! Look!” She flipped her sketchbook to reveal a rough outline of a doll, its limbs elongated, its head oversized.
Alastor examined her drawing. “Not bad. Now, let’s cut the fabric.” He demonstrated, the scissors gliding smoothly through the material. “Remember, precision matters.”
Niffty mimicked his movements, her tongue poking out in concentration. “Precision,” she repeated.
His fingers traced the delicate fabric, guiding Niffty through the art of doll-making. He spoke of seams and stitches, of shaping limbs and faces. Niffty listened, her enthusiasm growing with each whispered instruction.
“Next,” Alastor said, “we stitch the body. A simple running stitch along the edges.”
Niffty threaded the needle, her fingers deftly pulling the thread through the fabric. “Like this?”
...
"Exactly like that sweetie."
Memories of his mother surfaced—the way she’d sit by the window, sunlight streaming through her hair as she sewed. She’d taught him patiently, her voice soft and encouraging.
His father had scoffed, calling it "women's work." Yet, his mother had persisted, her needle weaving magic into every stitch. She had even shared her secret—the voodoo dolls. They were not the dark magic of horror stories but a beautiful connection to the universe.
"Every stitch holds power. Healing and protection," her voice echoed in his mind. Alastor's fingers betrayed him.
He pushed the needle through the fabric, wincing as it pricked his finger. Blood welled up, staining the cloth. “Ouch,” he muttered.
Niffty glanced at him. “Are you okay?”
He chuckled, wiping the blood away. “Fine. Just a little mishap.”
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After a month of hiatus >>>
Chapter 4 (bonus): The aftermath of Niffty’s last puppet show! Emotions be damned.
An attempt to write from Niffty’s POV.Later Rosie’s POV. Features confused and angry Niffty, Husk trying to comfort unsuccessfully, and drunk Alastor.
The stage is finally set above Pentagram City for a musical “sparring concert”! Is Chance ready to get on Alastor’s level? (Probably not, but they’ll put on a hell of a show!)
(This is loosely inspired by the “Sparring Concert” short, with a couple of changes)
A couple of detail close-ups 😄
Chance is getting annoyed waiting on Al to get added to the wip I’ve been working on
Hazbinween day 29: Hay Ride
Alastor and Husk take Chance on a little autumn trip to Earth for cocoa and a hay ride
Ending RadioHusk week with a family portrait sketch for day 7: Our Afterlife
There MIGHT be some additional items on delayed release! 🎶 Stay tuned!🎶
Late Fathers Day duet with Al and Chance
Asking Dadastor for advice. Always good
Chance is a bit small compared to the folks. Poor kid doesn’t know this *is* his adult height yet!
Al and a baby Chance
Illustration of an unseen scene from the most recent chapter of A Chance In Hell. Al’s about to make yet another poor decision.
Part 1 for the May RadioHusk discord server event. I picked Fun & Games, and Al’s about to learn that tag is serious business
I’ve been wanting to do another tiny drawing to finish out my locket, and the idea of a portrait of the future of Al and Husk’s little family in my RadioHusk AU, “The Heart’s Proximity” seemed like a fun idea. I started making some doodles to come up with ideas
The ideas started out fairly serious but quickly devolved into less formal and even downright goofy poses. Here’s one that I liked enough to redraw, with the boys not quite ready to pose just yet
HazbinWeen Day 17: Homemade/Store-bought. (Got a little too ambitious on this one 😅)
Radiohusk cursed cat family 🙏
The psychopaths bond 🥰
My Husk and Al have another child! This time adoptive; Alastor found him on the street after his parents threw him away for him. More here(spanish): https://wattpad.com/835950098-el-veneno-de-tus-labios-premio-ii No, Ajax is NOT the son of Moxxie and Millie or something, they are only of the same species; imp. I was tender, haha.
Princess and Knights
Alastor and his two (almost three) clingy kitty's
✨️Stupid sketches✨️
#justiceforAndre 😔✊️