#CANNIBALXROSES

[alteregozowie]

Radiorose week Day 7: Masquerade!

I know, I cheated. 🤣 I wanted to bring these back as a radiorose this time, and tweeked expressions a little. They look good side by side too ~

This was from @cannibalxroses Blood Ball rp event! (Look how fancy we are!)

[radioiaci]

@cannibalxroses ⧐

A pair of cool hands casually wrap around Alastor as she couldn't resist wearing a wide toothy grin. Leaning closer, she purred into his ear. "Guess who?~" UNPROMPTED ASKS.

He would be a fool to not recognize the touch of her hands coupled with her voice. Alastor knows exactly who is settling behind him, his tail giving a good collective of pleased sways from side to side.

"You think I would not be able to recognize my spouse when I hear her?" He says, his own tone smooth as he reaches for those hands to bring them up to his mouth to pepper a few little kisses there - coupling them with a nibble or two.

"Returned to me at last, have you?" It's a tease - she is busy and he knows it. But so long as she sees fit to spare him her time when she can, he is perfectly content.

[xluciifer]

Alright, this is the fit I was thinking of for @cannibalxroses's masquerade ball event for Lucifer. This man rarely gets out nor makes public appearances so it's already a big deal that he decides to attend. But he'll be going alone. The nature portion is mainly the feathers to his mask. He wants to look his best, but also remain incognito throughout. Which will be hard because his presence is always alluring. How we feeling boys?

[hells-greatestdad]

"Well, this is going to be very interesting to watch unfold"

[hostradio]

he  hasn't  been  particularly  forthcoming  on  the  details  as  far  as  his  vanishing  act  is  concerned.  that  isn't  surprising  —  certainly  not  coming  from  the  likes  of  alastor,  at  least.  he  can  be  infuriatingly  slippery  when  he  feels  so  inclined,  a  fact  the  radio  demon  is  both  well  aware  of  and  takes  more  joy  in  than  he  probably  should.  (  but  can  one  really  blame  him?  he  adores  sending  the  rumor  mill  into  a  tizzy.  )  not  even  rosie  has  been  privy  to  the  true  reason  behind  his  disappearance  —  and  were  he  the  sort  of  weak  creature  prone  to  falling  victim  to  feelings  like  guilt,  perhaps  alastor  would  actually  feel  somewhat  bad  about  that.  as  things  stand,  he's  simply  content  to  pick  up  right  where  they  left  off.  it's  easier  that  way,  and  he  does  so  love  it  when  things  work  out  in  his  favor.

❝  you  must  tell  me  if  i've  missed  anything  interesting,  my  dear!  ❞  the  overlord  says  aloud,  voice  dipping  into  a  tone  both  conspiratorial  and  oh  so  delightedly  nosy.  ❝  surely  something  worth  mentioning  transpired  in  the  past ...  oh,  nearly  a  decade?  don't  keep  me  in  suspense. ❞  the  inherent  hypocrisy  in  his  request  goes  completely  ignored.  purposefully  so.

@cannibalxroses &&. liked for a SMALL STARTER.

[mothvalentino]

@cannibalxroses cont. from here

Val smiles against her skin before letting go of her hand and straightening his back.

ཐིཋྀ "What can I say? I like it when a woman's hand smells faintly of blood."

"And I feel like we never really got a chance to introduce ourselves and have a little chat. Would you care to accompany me on a little stroll outside?"

[top-shelf-tender-moved]

The Blood Ball

Husk had scrambled until the last minute to pull together an outfit worthy of attending Rosie’s Blood Ball, but he could finally say with certainty that he felt prepared to conquer the evening. After his fall from grace, the feline had shut himself away from social gatherings, attending only if the Radio Demon demanded his presence.

He still remembered the first party after he had fallen from grace: Alastor parading him around all night as his newest thrall, and the mortification that he could never show his face among Pride’s elite again.

That was about to change tonight.

Like a phoenix rising from the ashes of his defeat, Husk embodied the fire that used to ignite his wings and tail at the height of his demonic power. Though that form was now held under Alastor’s conservatorship, he had found ways of manufacturing his own flames with help from his newest friend, the King of Hell.

Emerging from his room, Husk sported a black swallow-tail suit jacket with gold embroidery, feather shoulder pauldrons, and a heart-shaped open back for his wings. His matching, straight cut slacks flared with the addition of an over skirt fabric that cracked and glowed with golden magma light. His clawed hands were covered with gauntlet gloves: metallic outwardly, but soft leather on the palms. Four rings bearing the symbols of card suits adorned his tail, his ear tips glistened with pointed cuff earrings, and a pair of gold-patterned wingtip shoes clicked smartly as he strode. Husk’s mask was a dazzling gold with blazing motif’s and pointed edges that actually flickered with golden fire! A half-cape of the same flames billowed from his left shoulder, and as it brushed his clothes, it became clear that the garment and mask embellishments were illusory magic that no one needed to fear.

The Gambling Demon was back, and he’d be damned if he let anyone spoil this night for him.

@cannibalxroses

Current dates:

@statiicstag @visage-of-hell @angie-long-legs @hzbinsouled @damnedrainbows @themosthatedbeingg @ang3lcakess

[advertisesouls-a]

[ @cannibalxroses || continued from here! ]

Being what she is when she wasn't hiding it behind her current appearance meant that the cool air that was passing by the town tonight didn't bother her all that much, so it made sense for her to at least offer her jacket to the cannibal overlord to keep her warm. She was even genuinely smiling towards Rosie, too!

"Are you sure? I don't mind letting you borrow it to at least drape over your shoulders."

She hadn't yet taken the jacket back, though, just wanting to make sure that Rosie would be okay first.

[radioaf-a]

planed starter for the lovely @cannibalxroses

Somehow the radio demon had found his way to spending the evening with his dearest Rosie. There had already been much laughter and gossip while they had shared dinner together but tonight he was in a sentimental mood. 

After taking his jacket off so he could roll up his sleeves to help her with the dishes he had an idea of how he wanted to spend the rest of the evening. Putting on the song maybe by the ink spots so the soft melody could serve as the starting point in asking her to dance with him. His cane disappearing to join his jacket the was currently hung up on the coat rack

“What do you say my dear? He smiles softly as he offers his hand to the other overlord, the scars on his arms fully visible to her to show her just how much he trusted her. “Would you care to dance with me?”

[dick-meister]

@cannibalxroses Continued.

This… was always difficult, but for the last couple of hours he had, Adam was sure to patch one thing up before both of his sides collided into one again. Of course, an Overlord of Hell was much different than a sinner, much more dangerous and with how the two lovers had treated him during the dance there as a fairly good chance that he wouldn’t leave here alive.

“I wanted to apologize.” Quick to the point, she was a busy woman and more than likely wanted to see him go as soon as possible. “My actions during the ball, trying to break in, disregarding your rules… It was crass and wrong of me to be so disrespectful, even if you are Hell spawn, you were doing nothing wrong. I should not have stuck myself where I didn’t belong.”

With that, he would give a bow to the cannibal, unsure of what her reply would be. “If there is something I may do to reprieve myself of my… Bafoonary. I shall take charge and do so.”

[alteregozowie]

(Oops I forgot to post this yesterday)

I drew this up for @cannibalxroses for her birthday!

Without Alastor this time, she finally got a moment's peace to look cute xD

[radioiaci]

▹@cannibalxroses

Now that he looked back, perhaps he'd spent just a touch too long preparing for Rosie's eventual arrival in the late afternoon. He'd made sure that not only was his own suite - and the tower - in much better sorts, but he'd also ensured that the bar was well-stocked, the parlor pristine (as it could be), and that the hallway lighting fixtures were well dusted.

Not that he did any of this work himself, save for his own quarters. The rest was done by either Niffty or his essential-to-survival minions who begrudgingly obeyed despite Alastor's over-the-top and almost militant command to clean.

He would not be caught out of sorts with Rosie's perceptive eye.

But satisfied that the job had been done to a mostly satisfactorily conclusion, the radio demon awaited along the front walkway, on time and well pressed as ever. In hand, though partially obscured behind his back, he had just a small bouquet of flowers. Nothing too extravagant; after all, Rosie had quite the selection of them already. And though Angel Dust had prodded at him about it, he'd done it for the gesture alone. A thinking-of-you display.

Maybe he was trying just a touch too hard to impress, but in his estimation, she was worth impressing.

[ghostlyrps]

@cannibalxroses

Ghost was halfway through a second glass of wine.

They weren't quite tipsy- it was enough to give a nice warm and fuzzy feeling and lower their inhibitions, but they would not be getting drunk here. They didn't want to make an ass of themself in front of Miss Rosie.

They were also sure Miss Rosie would be making them into dinner should they forget their place.

However, they had the most brilliant idea to thank her for the invitation- and that was information. Gossip, one might say. Just as long as it wasn't traced back to them, they'd love to embarrass their master a little bit.

Not long ago, Ghost had managed to accidentally hand over their Soul to Vox. They had assumed he'd kill them when they took his head, and instead something much worse happened. It was shameful, embarrassing- who else could misunderstand something that badly?

They perked when they finally saw their hostess, taking a sip of wine to soothe their nerves in speaking to the Cannibal Overlord, before approaching her.

"Miss Rosie, hello again! I hope I'm not interrupting anything, but I hear you quite like a bit of gossip." They smiled, flashing a bit of teeth, tilting their head at her.

[hells-greatestdad]

closed starter for @cannibalxroses

Lucifer has a small animal carrier with him as he arrives at the hotel. He had asked Lilith what sort of belated wedding gift they should present to Rosie for her and Alastor's recent marriage, especially considering he had not been able to attend the wedding due to major events. They had settled on gifting Rosie a kitten, Lilith noting her love for cats. There's also a bow on the carrier and a very nice card which he will also give her.

While the goal today was to talk to Rosie about a place on the council idea they were going to propose to Emily, who now held the office of High Seraphim. But Lucifer didn't want to ask something that big of Rosie while ignoring major life events that had taken place in her life.

He knocks at the entrance. ....when Charlie was still alive, he would have simply teleported in. This had been her project, and he had been helping her with it. ...but it only feels intrusive to do so now.

Okay... now's not the time to think about the loss of Charlie.... he didn't need to be tearing up during an important meeting. So the pain in his chest, he just tries to push it down as he waits on a response.

[angie-long-legs-moved]

blood rose masquerade ball

Angel is being dragged along as Valentino's plus one (@hazbinned ) but he gets to dress up pretty so it ain't all bad!

event by @cannibalxroses 🥀

[hellsgreatestsideshow]

@cannibalxroses ( X )

「 🍓A twitch of his ear as the jealous, petty whispers commence from their observers. This little game is entertaining enough, so he has no objections to a finale. But where would her lips grace this time? This is the question the ladies ponder in the background. And it's a matter of seconds before the answer to their question is revealed. Though he seems quite physically unaffected by the final affectionate kiss, a bit of static betrays him, expressing an ounce of surprise. Not to mention his shadow lurking on the wall behind them ( only opposed to surprise, it's smiling ).

The ladies gasp at the sight of such an intimate kiss. If they were wise, they'd make no attempts to try and woo what it seems she has already laid claim to. He doesn't bother turning his head in their direction. He can hear their footsteps descending. ❝ I think you proved your point, my dear. I highly doubt they'll be returning anytime soon. And we discovered each shade of red suits you marvelously. ❞ There's no comment on the kiss itself. He isn't entirely sure what he felt. He assumes it was all a little game to spite the unwanted company. 」