#Hazbin Rosie

[elsa-fogen]

Alastor drwing

so i made a post with my headcanon about Alastor and his drwings...

Great Alastor, the Prophet. He's so proud of himself, look at him

Hazbins and Alastor's drawings. Also Alastor has a shrimp drawing pose

Niffty's getting illustration for her action nc-21 fanfiction from her favorite artist - this girl is now in heaven, and she didn't even need redemption

Find yourself someone who will react on your art the same way Niffty's reacting in Alastor's art...

The real reason why Alastor used to be friends with Vox - tv man liked his drawings.

And this is why their friendship ended - weird, obscure and sometimes fetish requests from Vox... And maybe some other reasons, but it's not about those now

[tranquil-slaughterhouse]

When your puppy gets angry, shake that anger outta her!

[elnavegador]

"Hurry up, Alastor, we're already late."

[asherashedwings]

on my hands and knees: please.. draw the sillies 😔

here choose whichever 💅🫶

I chose ALL OF THEM 💥💥💥💥

Ignore any of the inconsistencies with Rosie’s design, I was testing a few things

[lovelygarbageday]

Hazbin Hotel Ideas: Platonic AppleRose edition with some RadioApple if you squint

Idk where this has come from, but I've been kicking around the idea of Lucifer & Rosie in my head. Like, not even the idea of them as a ship but just them interacting at first.

I could see Charlie trying to set them up at first as just "meeting with an overload over coffee", but Rosie would see right through that. Lucifer would be completely oblivious. Alastor would be furious but unable to do much, wishing to humor Charlie.

Rosie would play along with the "date" just to humor Charlie and aggravate Alastor, but Lucifer is a natural charmer and a sweetheart, and she does find herself enjoying his company.

Alastor assists Charlie in spying on them, playing the helpful friend but also having to suppress his rage whenever Lucifer gets too flirty with HIS best friend. Charlie just squeals in barely disguised delight when anything vaguely romantic happens.

Lucifer, for his part, is nervous hanging around with Rosie in Cannibal Town at first, but she is talkative, sweet, and has a biting wit, and he enjoys the adult company after being alone for so long.

A lot of what they talk about is Charlie and the hotel, but when Lilith is touched on Rosie backs off with grace, letting Lucifer know that he doesn't have to say anything. Rosie enjoys regaling Lucifer with tales of her various ex-husbands.

When the "date" ends, Rosie slyly reveals to Lucifer that she suspects this was a setup by Charlie to get him back into dating. Lucifer is at first surprised and embarrassed and tells Rosie he's really not ready for anything romantic but he enjoyed her company as a friend, nonetheless. She lets him know he's always welcome to visit.

Lucifer delights in returning to Cannibal Town for their "dates" for several reasons: It gets Lucifer out of the hotel and socializing again. It gives him a chance to get updates on what's going on with the Overlords. Lastly, it seems to really aggravate Alastor when Lucifer announces what he's doing.

Rosie loves hanging out with Lucifer just as much as she does Alastor! He's so fun and silly and really knows how to dance! If only she could figure out how to get Lucifer & Alastor to get along...

[lawwrenx]

a normal day in pony town with the gyatt fam

[its-dark-its-une]

My (very unpolished) take on Radiorose + small headcanons

(Edit: its Queerplatonic guys)

So. In my last Radiorose fanart I kinda just made up Alastor's and Rosie's designs as I went and, since I plan to draw my comfort ship again, I figured I needed a proper thought out redesign. This ended up taking much longer than I expected and I just wanted it to end but they're finally here! Hope you enjoy them!

For Rosie, I wanted a 1910's figure with a twist from other eras. I also tried to bring out the morbid side of Rosie with patterns that resemble veins, teeth and bones, but was struggling a little with making it also look elegant. Might need to revisit this design later, but for now I'm happy with how it turned out!

Rosie loves the whole "being dead" aesthetic. She might just have a deer skull on her wall to remind of Al. But if she's away from home, and from Alastor, the stylish cravat she stole from him will do the trick. He immediately noticed her wearing it, but never said a thing about it.

Okay, okay, who am I kidding. Alastor was my favorite to design. My main goal with him was to make the deer elements less vague, but also give him a dangerous vibe. I loosely based his suit in 1930's menswear, but honestly I was just having fun with his outfit. Also, he would 100% have a tail if that makes you happy.

Alastor dress specially fancy when he goes out with Rosie. The first time he got her flowers, it was a bouquet of beautiful, healthy red roses. He also kept one, so he knew exactly when it was time to gift new ones. Turns out Rosie liked them better after they died and refused to take new ones.

Oh well. Despite everything, I really had a lot of fun with these! Don't know if I intend on doing more redesigns in the future but the next would surely be Angel. Anyways, I hope you liked them as much as I did, thank you for your attention!

[nottaclys]

My Rosie doodles!! 🌹🫀🌹

(Please click for better quality)

[iamshmolphrog]

HAZBIN HOTEL ART DUMP AAAA

the only major thing I wish I could do better would be the colors, I swear I must have swatched just about every marker in my collection and they’re still a little janky but… WHO CARES I STILL LOVE THEM (Cherri came out the best imo) next up: helluva boss!!

also I wrote some of their names fancy please notice

[alteregozowie]

(More repost~)

Rosie lecturing him (again) about manners and etiquette 😂

"You know how difficult it is to get that out of the wallpaper??"

[elsa-fogen]

Alastor's apologising (part 2)

It happens after this and before this

Part 1

Seems like Rosie is angy with Alastor... very angy.

Vox yappin.

i have no thoughts. head empty.

[shinyangelhalo]

🖤R O S I E🖤

[fizzyellouw]

I like them together ♡

[kimuby-am]

Very self indulgent sketches from today🦌✨

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

Hey guys, just a friendly reminder that Alastor, or any of the other overlords for that matter, are just as morally bad as the Vees. Carmilla might be SLIGHTLY better, but she still sells angelic weapons to people who have very Not Good intentions for them. Alastor and Rosie are literal cannibals. The parallels between Husk & Angel's relationships with Alastor & Valentino are there ON PURPOSE. Also, despite probably KNOWING about all the bullshit Val does(because he's literally a pimp, an industry based in exploitation(at least I think? Everything I learned abt pimps I learned from South Park-), and the overlords AREN'T STUPID), and probably knowing about the shit the love potions are used for(even though it's definitely not the use being advertised(see my previous post about it)), none of them are doing anything about it, even though they're DEFINITELY in positions to stop this shit. Hell, the only reason the other overlords seem to dislike the Vees at all is because they're just. Rude. The overlords are basically just the hell equivalent to billionaires. None of them are morally good. Not Vox or Velvette, not Alastor or Rosie, not even Carmilla. And you're still allowed to like them. Because they are not real people and are all very fun characters. Just don't go around preaching how shitty all the Vees are while still acting like Alastor isn't just as bad-

[venusforfran]

Another WIP for a Radiorose fic <3

"Darling, did you poison this one?" Alastor squinted as he raised his teacup, turning his wrist to swill the liquid around.

"Course I did!" Rosie shouted from the next room, with the air of a mother irritated that her child couldn't find something in plain sight.

"Oh good, just checking," he called back, chuckling under his breath, and took a sip.

The smell of peppermint tea filled the room, tangy and sweet. Adorned with pinks and reds, lace curtains, and ornate furniture—a sanctuary unmistakably Rosie's. Alastor raised his teacup, draped over the chaise lounge, and glanced over to the woman herself. She had been staring, eyes squinted out onto the boulevard through the scarlet glass for the past few minutes, squeezing her palms together in quiet worry.

A faint buzzing of Irving Aaronson's "Let’s Misbehave" emanated from between his teeth, and he hummed along, basking in the scarlet glow of a hellish morning. The room was incredibly Rosie, all lace and skull motifs.

A gentle smirk tugged at Alastor's lips as he placed the teacup on a coaster adorned with macabre motifs.

"Dear, if this is your attempt at domestic bliss, you're doing a devilishly good job," Alastor called out, a glint of amusement in his eyes as Rosie entered, wiping her hands on a hastily fashioned apron.

A silence stretched between them, fading strains of music crackled away into static.

"What's on your mind, my dear?" Rosie sucked in her breath, reaching up to adjust her hat and stared at him. He sat up, eyebrows furrowed.

"Just wondering some things, you know?"

"What ever about?" He was trying to focus on the bustle outside, almost shying away from her eyes.

"Since you got back from your… sabbatical. Well, Al, you know I ain't one to pry-"

Alastor chuckled nervously, his eyes crumpling just a little too much, his laugh a little too sharp.

"Shut it, I may be lousy with men but- Oh! You're making me lose my train of thought now! Listen, Al, I care about you. You know that. Way more than I probably should-" She smiled softly and sat down next to him. "And you know I haven't asked in what, months now, although you've been holed up in that hotel-"

Alastor didn't like where this was going, but he could keep it together as well as the next gentleman. He followed her words with the anxious eye a deer gives to a shot in the woods.

"What I’m getting at, my dear, is-" she lowered her voice to a whisper "Can you tell me what happened, maybe?"

He dipped his head. Unease pricked beneath his facade. Alastor paused, then offered a partial truth. "You're perceptive as always, Rosie. A gentleman must have his secrets, no?”

“You know I’d never press you, but I promise I ain't the one to gossip, not about your troubles Al. Who’d I tell? You again?” Rosie said.

“I know, I know.” He’d fallen unusually silent, his eyes skittering across the ground, searching desperately for some way to change the topic, but this was Rosie, she wasn't one to drop it.

“Alastor, I ain't gonna give you the cold shoulder. No judgments here.” She tilted her head.

He hesitated, his voice barely above a whisper "It's not about judgment, Rosie. It's about... about what might happen if I told you.”

Alastor lifted his head to meet her, his eyes were glassy and lacking. “I’ve done something really stupid, Rosie.”

Rosie's expression softened as she observed Alastor's demeanor, sensing the weight behind his words. She reached out a hand, resting it gently on his forearm, offering a comforting gesture.

"Alastor," she said softly, her voice carrying a blend of concern and empathy, "whatever it is, I won't breathe a word of it to anyone else. You're more than just a friend to me, you're basically family."

Her eyes searched his, filled with sincerity and warmth.

This finally broke Alastor, that kindness staring back at him. If only she knew. How much of a mistake he’d made. He forced himself to look away, to just stop thinking.

to be continued :)

Note: I know the writing is awful, but this is just a chance for me to write some fluff between the idiots. Its the first time writing a fic :))