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darkhymns is feral for radiohusk 🦌🐈
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Side account of Darkhymns (30+) for Hazbin Hotel. #Fic writer. #Radiohusk / Radio Trio fanatic. Will contain 18+ up content. No minors. 🔞 (Icon art by @starjunk.bsky.social!)

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Darkhymns/works?fandom_id=106248250
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Closeups because they're too beautiful. Radiotrio my beloved.
Butler Husk acrylic stand Butler Alastor acrylic stand Maid Niffty acrylic stand
November 25, 2025 at 12:08 AM
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I was weak and had to get the cafe radiotrio mini standees 💖
Husk, Niffty, and Alastor cafe mini acrylics. They probably won't poison you.
November 24, 2025 at 10:51 PM
arahusk.bsky.social
Husk I still love you but Niffty was the MVP this season. She can do no wrong. The only smart member of the radiotrio for real. 🦌🐈👁️

Also the fact that the radiotrio and the Vees line up here so perfectly lolll. The Vees got me good this season. Also speaker of god is too beautiful to not love.
November 23, 2025 at 11:34 PM
arahusk.bsky.social
Husk goes missing soon after Angel left the hotel. Seeing Niffty try to find him, Alastor decides to bring him back. He's already so used to Husker and his broken heart. #fic

Writing the #radiohusk and #radiotrio ending scene that my heart wanted. 🥰

Read here: archiveofourown.org/works/74527826
Preview for The Art of Mending by Darkhymns. Summary: Husk's heart has always been fragile, prone to breaking. But Alastor knew this, and he knew just how to pick up all those broken pieces with ease. “Husk! There you are! We thought you ran away!” That’s because he did, dear Niffty, Alastor wanted to say. Husk was a coward at heart, but the girl was, of course, very forgiving. Husker’s tail flinched. He raised his head. His eyes were haunted, bags dragging them under. “Niff, what are you…?” Those eyes then shifted from the girl to Alastor who was a few feet away, standing near the open doorway like a lingering shadow. A glint of yellow, a low growl. Then Husker looked away, back to staring at nothing on the floor. Alastor rolled his eyes. What an embarrassment. “Now, Husker, really! This is how you react to a guest leaving? How will you survive when another goes, or worse yet, gets redeemed by good old Charlie? I thought you would be better than this.” He twirled his newly repaired cane, feeling lighter on his steps than he had in weeks. He maneuvered around the broken bottles to stand by Husker, while Niffty fiddled with his wings, half-torn. She plucked away loose feathers, wiped away the blood with unusual care. It looked like the cat had been in a brawl, but Alastor could already figure it out. Blood also coated Husker’s claws, along with a few of those feathers. “You should have told me,” Husk muttered, then raised his head once more. He glared at Alastor, seething. “About Angel and what was happening to him. Because you fucking knew all this time, didn’t you?”
November 21, 2025 at 5:43 AM
arahusk.bsky.social
#hazbinhotelseason2 #hazbinhotels2spoilers

Pft didn't notice this on my first watch. Vox's low approval rating... such a sad little TV boy.
Vox with the lowest poll and looking ready to cry while Velvette and Valentino have high polls and are laughing.
November 20, 2025 at 11:30 AM
arahusk.bsky.social
#hazbinhotelseason2 #hazbinhotels2spoilers

also don't think I didn't notice they made the #radiotrio fight the Vees again. DON'T THINK. I DIDN'T NOTICE.

EVEN WHEN SEPARATE, THEY ARE TOGETHER
Velvette fighting Niffty Valentino fighting Husk Vox fighting Alastor
November 19, 2025 at 10:11 AM
arahusk.bsky.social
#hazbinhotelseason2 #hazbinhotels2spoilers

ALSO NIFFTY REALLY IS AN OVERLORD??

CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS??
November 19, 2025 at 9:52 AM
arahusk.bsky.social
#hazbinhotelseason2 #hazbinhotels2spoilers

You can actually pinpoint the second when his heart rips in half. 🥰 yay 💖
November 19, 2025 at 9:39 AM
arahusk.bsky.social
Exploring breathplay with #radiohusk, also another extra #fic for #TopAlWeek for Day 5: Asphyxiation.

Husk plays with high risks for high rewards, like gamblers often do. ✨

Read here: archiveofourown.org/works/74267431
Fic preview for High Risk by ivypromises (Darkhymns) Summary: “Last chance,” Alastor said. His rictus grin was the usual, but there was a curious, almost manic light in his eyes. It was oddly motivating. Then, he pulled. Husk was always looking for a rush. High risks means high rewards, whether it was in gambling or other things entirely. Surprisingly, Alastor was all too happy to fulfill Husk's somewhat unusual request. A feeble grasp of air. The warm shiver that ran down his spine. His wings snapped open, then lay against the couch like sheets. Still not close enough. Husk lifted up his right hand, finger moving to push in between the belt and his throat. Seemingly done to relieve the pressure. Alastor reached over to remove the hand, tightening the belt more. “None of that now.” Then, his touch lingered, one claw parting the fur over Husk’s chest, his shirt unbuttoned. He trailed circles, trailed swirling patterns that only meant something to him. Husk breathed harder, his mouth slightly open. “Blink twice if you want me to keep touching you,” Alastor whispered. He let all his fingers bury within the white tuft, making contact with skin. Once. Twice. Husk was panting.
November 16, 2025 at 4:00 AM
arahusk.bsky.social
#hazbinhotelseason2 #hazbinhotels2spoilers

Look at him... The cuter he gets, the more I want to see him ruined. 🥰
Blushy Husk, I want your heart to rip in half.
November 14, 2025 at 1:56 AM
arahusk.bsky.social
#hazbinhotelseason2 #hazbinhotels2spoilers

also I love him doing this tho? I want him to be a sleazeball thank u
November 12, 2025 at 10:23 AM
arahusk.bsky.social
#hazbinhotelseason2 #hazbinhotels2spoilers

🎶 I'm leaving behind all of the cares that I've been overthinking~ 🎶

Alastor is still on his mind bby I'll take it
November 12, 2025 at 9:53 AM
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2/2

Also absolutely based off of @datchidatchi.bsky.social's art, because it's delicious.

bsky.app/profile/datc...
Alastor is a liar, but Husk can't say anything. Not even when Alastor's touch shifter to his tail which had been constantly flicking back and forth like a metronome. A finely sharp claw point edges into end of the tail, just beneath the fan of feathers. Husk's claws rub together, and his gasp catches in his throat. "Nn... You're..." His tail held between thumb and forefinger, rubbing together so delicately that he loses his breath. Of all the sensitive spots to have, it had to be his damn tail. Alastor still holds him close. Husk knows he's watching every motion of his body, of his face, and whatever words he could catch. He hates being so obvious, but with his hands and legs literally tied, and his sight gone, there was nothing he could do. He told himself that. "Now, isn't a ribbon so much better than chains?" Alastor whispered. Husk could hear him so close now, the demon's breath just at his throat. It really was better.
November 12, 2025 at 7:58 AM
arahusk.bsky.social
Writing soft bondage #radiohusk to calm myself down. Also something for #topalweek for the ribbons prompt? I'm late as always. 🎀
#fic

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He can't see or move. It dawns on Husk almost too quickly on what's happened to him once he wakes. The way his limbs are arranged, how his arms are positioned behind his back. He can't open his wings, their entire span locked by something soft. That, and he only sees pitch black. Blindfolded. Which was better than losing his actual eyes, at least. The binds on him feel oddly malleable, like silk. They don't dig into his fur like the chains would. He can even hear the soft rush of the fabric when he tried to stretch his legs. But he absolutely can't move. Alastor was having his fun again, wasn't he? "Are you here?" Husk asks, his voice coming out bitter. His tail flicks, the only thing that was free to move. He can't even nudge an ankle, so wrapped up in whatever binds Alastor used on him. "Oh! What gave it away?" A little laugh that ripples through the darkness. It's oddly stripped of the usual feedback that laces Alastor's voice. It was so close to him, yet Husk can't tell from which direction it came from. He sighs, flicking his tail again. "Get this off me now." "Hmm... Nope! I think you look rather nice this way." This time, Alastor's voice was a little to the right this time. Husk turns his head, snarling, but knew the effect was lacking when he can't even glare at the demon's face. "Don't you humiliate me enough?" There's a pause. Husk can hear the soft hum of electricity, like a florescent light. "If I wanted to humiliate you, Husker, I would have brought you outside for everyone to see." Husk still tries to wriggle his hands out of the binds, which were so unyielding that it stunned him. Then he feels a touch, one that goes underneath his back, tracing against his bound hands. Fingers part through fur near his lower back, making him shiver. "No, this is simply just for me." The arm moves closer, lifting him up. Husk can already guess what Alastor was doing. He should have tried to pull away, even with his limbs tied up, even with his vision completely gone. Only his ears pick up the soft static, and the rush of fabric that touches his body. Yet, something makes him stay still. It's very soft, the way Alastor holds him. The way he lifts him up like he weighs nothing, even with his wings. His legs dangle over air and a part of him fidgets in reflex. But a hand shifts to hold him firmly. He's pressed into Alastor's chest. He can't see it, but he knows by the feel of the buttons near his fur, the very thinness of the fabric, that Alastor is not wearing his coat. The tip of his ear catches the curve of Alastor's jaw, the heat of skin catching him off guard. "You've suddenly grown quiet, my friend." A pause. "Cat got your tongue?" Husk can't even muster a growl. "You know this isn't fair." He doesn't need to see the grin that stretches over Alastor's face. It would be infuriating if it weren't for the fact that Alastor holds him with such ease and such knowing familiarity, that it forever unbalances him. There's something about being helpless that does something to him. "If you truly want me to stop, then say so by all means." A finger presses against the tuft of fur on his chest, before slowly sliding down the middle. Husk shakes again, still unable to see a thing as Alastor's featherlight touches catch hidden nerves. "Alastor..." He starts, then drifts off. His head lays against Alastor's arm, the same arm holding him up effortlessly. "Or, you could simply escape. I know that's one of your talents." The tease sinks into Husk's skull like the warm last drops of fine whiskey. "I'm not keeping you here."
November 12, 2025 at 7:58 AM
arahusk.bsky.social
A pre-canon fic where a strange sinner keeps bothering Husk about the whereabouts of the missing Radio Demon. Fed up, Husk decides to make it interesting with a certain kind of gamble. The kind with bullets! #fic #radiohusk

Read here: archiveofourown.org/works/73971571
Fic preview of Self-Destruction by ivypromises (Darkhymns) Summary: “You’ve been like this for a long time.” Husk paused. The gun was already pointed at his temple. His claw was on the trigger, barely nudging it. If the sinner was smiling, it was hard to tell. The lighting around them got worse. The demon’s face was half in shadow. “The fuck you care.” Husk smiled so hard, his teeth hurt. “I’ve always been like this.” It's been seven years since his soul owner left. But Husk can't seem to escape his past, no matter what. Even then, the sinner didn’t move from their seat. They kept leering, and while Husk wasn’t a stranger to getting hit on by randos on the street, (and he didn’t always say no either), he was not feeling it. But then, they said something else. “The thing is, I’m not here for that. I’m here because I heard you once knew the Radio Demon.” Husk paused. Then, he took another drink. He swallowed slowly, kept his wings closed in. “You know? The one that disappeared all those years back?” His tail swished, then curled by his foot. “He’s dead. Exorcist did him in. Nothing much else to it.” He was not feeling this conversation at all. So he tried to ignore it, continued to drink, hoping to lose himself in the haze like he did every night. “Really? That’s interesting.” The sinner’s claws tapped against the bar counter, like falling door knockers. “Because I heard he’s still very much around. And that you’re the only one who knows how to find him.” A pause. Husk wouldn’t look. He scratched three claws over the glass of the bottle, slightly high-pitched. “Since you were his favorite pet and all.”
November 10, 2025 at 6:31 AM
arahusk.bsky.social
#hazbinhotelseason2 #hazbinhotels2spoilers

the fucking memes in this episode tho how did I just notice the vox one #radiostatic(?)
Vox literally yells holy fuck in this pose the MOM HOLY FUCK meme Alastor in the wheeze meme pose wheeze meme
November 8, 2025 at 4:51 AM
arahusk.bsky.social
They are husbandos~ #radiohusk
Alastor and Husk in the Niffty anime, they have cute blushies.
November 8, 2025 at 2:39 AM
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#hazbinhotelseason2 #hazbinhotels2spoilers

when Alastor goes deer mode
November 7, 2025 at 7:18 AM
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#hazbinhotelseason2 #hazbinhotels2spoilers

I did not notice Niffty had her phone out during this episode, and so does the little roach?? I want to know her search history 👁️
November 6, 2025 at 9:24 PM
arahusk.bsky.social
#hazbinhotelseason2 #hazbinhotels2spoilers #husk #niffty

I love these two so much. I need more of them please???
November 6, 2025 at 1:32 AM
arahusk.bsky.social
#hazbinhotelseason2
#hazbinhotels2spoilers

Genuinely cannot get over the change in Alastor's smile when he hears Niffty call out to him and then seeing her with Husk. The pain just briefly disappearing there, and the smile shrinking to a normal size. #radiotrio love is real and this proves it ok
November 5, 2025 at 12:07 PM
arahusk.bsky.social
#hazbinhotelseason2 #hazbinhotels2spoilers

I want to watch the Niffty anime NOW
November 5, 2025 at 10:06 AM
arahusk.bsky.social
Wanted to write a silly #radiotrio fic with Niffty being the only one in the group who has a phone. No high-stakes, just pure Niffty joy 👁️💖 (I want that Niffty song so bad)

#HazbinHotel #Niffty #Husk #Alastor #fic

Read here: archiveofourown.org/works/73661021
Fic preview for Buggy Connections by Darkhymns Fandom: Hazbin Hotel No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Niffty, Husk, Alastor Summary: "Husk! Husk! Can I get your phone number!?" She was clutching a phone that looked bigger than her hands. Husk noted the case on it, depicting a bloody knife stabbing a very dead cockroach. "...Since when do you even have a phone?" "Last month! But I accidentally dropped it in the toilet before. Had to really crawl through the pipes for it." She held up the somehow working device with pride. "I wanna text you! And send you pics of my bug art collection!" One: He did not want that. Two: He didn't have a phone. And three: He really did not want that. or; Niffty tries to convince two old men to get a phone with her. Language: English Words: 1,564 Chapters: 1/1
November 4, 2025 at 5:07 AM
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One of the fire pokers was next to her, so she reached out and hugged it close to her chest, like it was a stuffed animal, or someone’s arm, or maybe even their head. “Mister would always complain about it being cold, so I sat him down in his chair. Then I went to the fireplace… We had a very small one, but it was still a good size! It could fit me all snug and cozy.” Husk remained silent, but he was now looking away, finding patterns in the floor. Or maybe a stain. She needed to remember to clean that up later. “It was tricky, but I got the fire started. Then I decided to go to sleep. I didn’t like the bed. The fireplace was nice and soooo warm! And fire crackling on wood is such a nice sound! You know, if you stay long enough, it’ll crackle other things too? Like skin? Like blood? Like eyes? I think that’s how I lost my other eye for good, teehee.” Just telling the story was already making her so sleepy again. She yawned and stretched, closed her eye, then went back to cuddling the fire poker once more. Maybe she was like Husk in this. She could sleep in plenty of places too, especially when they were so warm. She felt a hand on her again, the same hand that could have engulfed her head, or wrapped around her entire waist. She’d met plenty of big boys that wanted to do so many things with her—until Alastor showed up to correct them, as he would say. But he didn’t show up now. Husk’s hand was over her head, stroking her hair, his claws moving through the strands gently. She opened her eye to see him leaning over again. She couldn’t read his face well, like he’d just set it in stone, or he didn’t know how to arrange his face into the right expression. But he continued to pet her, like the small thing that she was. She really liked being cared for. She’d make sure to pet his head again later!
November 3, 2025 at 1:22 AM
arahusk.bsky.social
A small fic where Niffty tells Husk how she died. 👁️🐈

This and the quoted post are part of a longfic with the #radiotrio I'm still working on. Fave bug girl has a painful past... I hope we learn of it soon for real.
#fic #husk #niffty

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It was all feeling so nice until a hand was shaking her shoulder. A big hand, one that nearly engulfed a part of her arm. She could feel the shape of that familiar heart print over her skin. She opened up her eye, her vision hazy, Husk’s face a blur of black and white before it cleared. “Niff, why are you taking a nap in here? You out of your mind? I meant like on the couch or something!” Husk was leaning over the grate of the fireplace, some of the soot getting onto his fur. But his fur was already so dark, she could barely see it. “This fireplace is automatic. You’ll get roasted alive. Unless you wanna catch on fire.” Niffty had wedged herself deep into a corner of the fireplace, half-submerged in darkness, where most of the soot gathered in. She had been scrubbing and sweeping it out, until the coziness of it all made her so sleepy. She had always liked these little spaces, ones where she could fit inside, like the vents, or even the inside of a washing machine! She gazed her single eye at Husk, her grin showing off little specks of black here and there. “I’ve been on fire before.” Husk rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I guess we all have to catch on fire at some fucking point when we’re here. Like some stupid rite of passage.” She giggled. Her hands were clutched to her chest, her elbows resting on her knees. “Hehe, not here, silly.” The hand that was on her stilled. Husk stared. Then, carefully, he pulled his hand away. He didn’t say anything, but she saw the look in his eyes—the kind she remembered other people in her life gave her sometimes. Pitying, scared, unsure. He was cute, but he didn’t understand her the way Alastor did. Maybe he didn’t understand Alastor either. Which was a little sad, because she knew her Sir liked his kitty so much. At the thought of Alastor, she giggled happily again, nestling further into the corner, getting even more soot all over her dress. “You know, whenever Alastor needs me, he’ll make me appear in a fireplace. It’s like he turns me into a piece of coal, right in the middle of the flames, and then I wake up feeling all warm. He knows it relaxes me so much. And he’ll always make sure to get rid of the soot right after!” Husk continued to look at her, all while Niffty tried to brush away the soot from her apron. She only succeeded in making it more black, more grimy. This is why she needed Alastor. He always made sure to treat her right. A quick peek showed her that Husk had gone closer to the fireplace, seating himself before it. He laid his arms over his legs. His tail swished curiously, and even his wings were slightly expanded, as if to cover them both up in their conversation. “Niffty… How did you end up down here?” He asked her carefully, eyes on her. The fireplace held no flames, but his eyes did.  Wrapping her arms around her shoulders, Niffty giddily relived the memories. “I was thrown into a ditch,” she said with a whisper. “But that’s not how I died.” She wondered if the fireplace would turn on, sending tingles all over her skin. Yet, it never quite had the same feel as when she had been alive. “One of my eyes wasn’t working, so I couldn’t see good. But still, I climbed! I climbed out of the ditch! I ruined my dress and my nails and my stockings but I got out of the ditch and found my way back to the house. He didn’t expect me back. He didn’t know I would be there. I can’t remember what he said anymore, because I was already stabbing. I had to keep doing it. I had to keep stabbing, stabbing, stabbing, stabbing—” She stopped, even though no one told her to. She raised her head to look at Husk. He was only staring back, his wings still hiding her from view. So few people ever listened so well to her stories!  “Until I couldn’t stab anymore. Kitchen knife broke. I tried to use a fork next but it wasn’t very good. And a spoon? Much worse! I didn’t have anything else to use, except for some needles. But I just used them to fix the holes in my stockings. So I tried something else.”
November 3, 2025 at 1:22 AM