#platonic alastor

[colourstreakgryffin]

I had a silly idea, what about an Cheshire Cat!reader x Alastor? (Feel free not to do this dearie ( ·∀·) )

Haha. OMFG. A Cheshire Cat would really match with Alastor well! So, thank you, Lady Beelzebub! I’ll try this out!

Alastor- A Little Game

Vaggie has been so frustrated. Charlie has been trying to ease the crew. Husk is on the verge of murdering somebody. Niffty is annoyed that her cleaning equipment is gone. Angel is quite amused by what’s going on and Alastor is very invested in the cause

Lately, the Hazbin Hotel has been dealing with a suddenly appearing invisible menace causing pranks after pranks nonstop; locking or trapping up doors, stealing items and storing them high up, whispering out in the halls at night

Alastor didn’t suspect he’d ever run into the culprit of all this trouble but he has. After Charlie had been giving Vaggie a calmdown pep talk, the Princess politely asked Alastor to check around the hallways for any more prank remnants, the Overlord did so, just to see what he may find… and he made a incredible discovery

A floating cat-like sinner with magenta and pink colouring, most importantly, a big Cheshire wide grin. A rival of Alastor’s own smile and with almost half a body, as if cut in half

The sinner was in the midst of setting up a trap consisting a big silver bucket full of thick blood over the top of Alastor’s own hotel room door, but they’ve been caught in the act

And Alastor doesn’t plan on dealing out punishment… he’s too amused

“Ah… you must be the little troublesome beast causing so much disrupt in this Hotel?” Alastor asks almost immediately with literally no malice towards what’s been going on, his transatlantic accent smooth and almost making his voice sound more friendly and warm than he actually is as this cat sinner… or otherwise, you

Just giggles under your breath and disappears into thin air properly with the wide grin floating in the air for a few seconds almost magically before dissipating with you

“And if I have?” Your voice rings out after a few more seconds of silence, disembodied, invisible. You can’t be tracked with eyes but Alastor’s powerful magic can pinpoint where you are by detecting your own demonic magic, sharply looking over his shoulder to be greeted with your floating head

Just your head… no body, it’s like before when it was half of your torso. Now, it’s just your head. Your magic is a lot like the storybook fairytale character, Cheshire Cat

But that’s because you’re the most Cheshire Cat person anybody will ever met. Alastor couldn’t help but be so amused by you; you’re skilled, you’re snarky, you know what you’re doing and you’re resourceful, good at planning

Able to have avoided being caught by everybody in the Hotel for months now and you’re lucky enough to have been caught by the one member who enjoyed the chaos and madness the pranks caused

“I believe you must avoid the others if so” Alastor proclaims, almost mysterious and still silky in that radio-laced but classy and dapper tone as you tilt your head confused. For the first time, you’ve been snapped out of your mischievous chaotic demeanour

You suspected him to bark, to growl, to be annoyed so him not is so odd to you but quickly brushing it off, you manifest your whole body into frame. Cute fluffy striped cat-like ears flicking and long fluffy cat-like tail curling around, almost like a coil spring

You couldn’t really understand this Overlord, something you don’t like. You’d prefer people to be confused by you, by your style of insanity and madness, by your enjoyment of causing so much disorder and high-tension emotions

You were about to speak, basically floating over his shoulder before Alastor beats you to the punch. You can’t tell if you’ll like him or despise him with the way he speaks, almost condescending

“If you’re going to make my project topsy-turvy, I suggest do a better prank”

[your-friendly-sociopath]

Alastor's Child

I'm back with another platonic yandere Alastor cus I'm still obsessed 👍

Also tw: blood, slight gore (nothing in detail though), possessive behavior, yandere ish

You weren't Alastor's biological child, but that didn't change how much he loved you like his own

He raised you since you were a smol bean (around 4 or 5 ig)

Never once did he tell you about his murderous tendencies though, he'd seen you faint at the sight of your own blood, he knew you wouldn't be able to handle it

So he never told you

Now despite being raised by a psychopath, your childhood was pretty normal

You had one friend all throughout grade school, a young redhead by the name of Anne (southern Ik, don't bother me abt it)

You two were practically inseparable, y'all did everything together

Now when you reached high school, problems started to arise

A dickhead guy in your class was always fucking with you, bullying y'all two

And when alastor found out he was NOT happy

One day the kid just disappeared

You were concerned of course, not for his well-being

But more of the fact that someone had kidnapped a child

The dude was missing for a few weeks, and eventually the buzz over his disappearence died down to a mournful silence

One day you were home alone, with the music from the radio blasted while you were dancing around

Then suddenly your foot fell through a rotted floor board by the hall closet

Curious, you lifted the plank, and saw the beginnings of a trap door underneath

So you get a tool of some kind and remove the rest of the planks, until the door is exposed completely

(you didn't pay any mind to how surprisingly easy it was to remove them, or how they were already pretty loose)

You opened the door and climbed down the latter

You found a dirty hall way, with two doors opposite of each other on each wall

One was covered in blood, with the door frame chipped away... Like many hand had held on at one point for dear life

Feeling lightheaded, you elected not to go through that door first, only now realizing how suspicious this all was

You went to the door opposite of the bloody, damaged one

Inside you found a small yet comfortable bed with red comforters and pillows, with a few stuffed toys of your favorite animal

Across the room from the bed was a wardrobe and small window by the ceiling that only a rat could fit through

Though the little light provided by the window you could tell that the sun was setting

Your father would be home soon

Suddenly you felt a sudden, deep desire to get the hell outta there

As you quickly went back to the hall, you felt like you were being watched

You turned to go back up through the trap door, but stopped

You turned slowly to the bloody door, curiosity overtaking you as you walked forward slowly towards it

You opened the door to find a torture chamber, full of hanging human organs strewn across random hooks and what not dangling from the ceiling

Along the walls were shelves full of sharp, dangerous tools that you didn't even want to imagine were used for

In the back of the room you could just make out a small, cramped cell

And to your horror, something inside of it moaned in both pain and terror

You raised a hand to your mouth as you realized that inside, was your bully

All to quickly you connected the dots, and realized that YOUR father, Alastor, was the dreaded killer of New Orleans

You bit back a scream as you stumbled backwards into a broad, lean chest

You turned slowly, and saw the grinning face of your father staring back at you

Quickly, his hand flew up and gripped your shoulders tight, pulling you to him

You struggled for a moment before feeling a rag to your mouth a nose

Your eyes widened in panic as you breathed in the chemical smell, and slumped in your father's arms

As you vision went dark, the last thing you saw was your father, smiling softly down at you

-------

When you woke, you were in the room you recognized as the one across from the torture chamber

What you hadn't noticed before, was a cushioned arm chair in the corner, opposite of the window

A figured was sitting in the chair, hidden by the shadows

However, a glint from the moonlight cascading into the room provided you with just a enough light to make out who it was

Sitting in the chair across from you, was your murderous father, Alastor

With a Cheshire grin implanted in his face

"I truly wish you didn't have to see all that, my dear, but I'm afraid that you can't leave me now. You're my fawn.."

Ok I finished

Also the friend I mentioned will have a part to play in a later fic, I didn't make her for nothing

[hazbinficsandstuff-eyeshadow]

Prologue:

Two planets both alike in dignity. The one seemed like a hellscape from the outside and to be fair the closer you got it didn't get much better in terms of looks however the people there liked it like that. The other planet, “insert name* thought that due to its look the people that inhabited it were filthy and awful people especially compared to them. Their planet appeared spotless with buildings of diamonds and modernity. They both thought ill of each other. Charlie Mornigstar ruler of the first planet, Junio didn't really consider herself a ruler and more as a protector. Charlie loved her people with all her heart but she was alone. On the planet Heras it was ruled by two instead of one, Lute and Adam. They had worked their way to the top, well, mostly Lute did. Adam did make most of the decisions although Lute was the only female opinion he gave the slightest concern towards. While the place looked modern the way that females were treated were the exact opposite of modern. These two weren't the only planets that interacted with eachother however for enemies they seemed to engage with each other the most, weird isn't it.

Chapter : A change

In Junion lied Charlie, alone. Om her skin she flet nothing but the blankets heavy fabric weighing over her. It had been so long sense she experienced connection. She then heard a loud crash outside, A turf-War. People here were usually really kinf but as anywhere all fights and arguments were impossible to avoid fully. Charlie sluggishly rolled out of bed and dragged herself to the front door. When she got there she was surprised To find no conflict. Three people stand there, two shaking hands with smoke blowing uo behind them. Another a tall man dressed in red who wore a bright smile. His skin tone and the way he illuminated made him appear to be from the Lunar colony. Charlie is mesmerized by his glowing appearance. They both walk Up to eachother

“ Did you jsut settle that yourself?” Charlie asks they mysterious Moon man.

He answers back “ why, yes, I did, does that impress you?” He said with a smug grin.

“ actually, yes, how'd you do it?”

“People are simple, they like to think their complex but you understand even the basics of psychology and even thr most ‘complex’ of situations can be solved, sometimes all it takes is a handshake” he replies as he reaches out for Charlie's hand holding it in Front of her. Charlie Slowly reaches out for his hand not because she's scared but rather Because it's been so long since she experienced touch especially after her fatehrs death. As Charlie continued moving her hand closer Alastor got impatient and quickly grabbed it shaking It vigorously. “ pleased to be meeting you princess Charlie, the names Alastor”. Charlie held up her hand as she felt the new sensations of touch run through her fingers.

“Alastor, how would you like to stay here”. Alastor was estatic he had gotten exactly What he wanted. He wants Power control and to be on top. Befriending the princess of hell was probably the easiest way to do that. As soon as he could get close enough to the princess he could take her out and he'd finally Be free. if he could just get his hands on her he could finally unleash the chains. If he failed he would die. This is the one shot at freedom he has and is determined to nit mess it up. He hummed as he stored his Chin and acted as if he was pondering. He likes to keep people on their toes even though he's someone Who's always extremely sure of himself.” Well I suppose I could stay and help you with a few things”. “Oh thank you alastor you won't regret this”. Charlie cried out as she wrapped her arms around his waist hugging him aggressively Alastors body and arms went stiff at the gesture.He wasn't used to pyschial touch most people thought that due to his demeanor he hated it but that couldn't be farther from the truth. Its been awhile since he's experienced any kind of compassion or affection at least to this degree. He used to have heartfelt interactions with his dear friend Rosie that he enjoyed but she'd been busy managing one of The Lunar colonies And they didn't get to see eachother that much. He would have reciprocated and held her back, at least do he could get her to trust him enough for his plan, but the sudden Suprie of human emotion Just left him there, motionless. “Umm, Well is there anything you need you need help with at the moment?” Alastor asked. Usually he'd never stutter or use Filler words like “umm” or “like. It ruined his perfect on top of the world persona that he wanted and did Display. He punished himself in hus head for such trivial Imperfections. Although to him any Imperfection might as well be the end, same reason he stitched his mouth into a smile. The stitches Were even sewn perfectly The only reason he was aware of them was because he was there when he gave stitched it. A chivel At that perfect image would make him crumble. “If you want to do anything I have a list on the fridge I'll give you first pick sense you're helping me, Oh wait you Just got here, don't you wanna go to Your room and get settled first?”

“Oh, you meant like stay here?”

“Yes, if you want I assume you're from one Of the Lunar colonies so I wouldn't want you to have to travel to far Everyday. I can show you to your room If you want?”

“Why I do suppose it would be umm difficult To travel So far everyday to help you”. Charlie then walked alastor Up to his room and left him to get used to the new setting. Alastor layed down and snapped his bags into The room. He could have just telephoned Everyday but his power was getting weaker and the princess doesn't have To know it. If he stayed here he cab Aldo get closer To the princess then Just helping her out everyday. While he feels remorseful for having to do such a thing to such a kind he soul he knows it has to be done. He's alone and can finally gather himself and pick himself back up to perfection. As he lied down sinking into the mattress, the pain Started lessening, not completely gone by any means but his pain was now bearable instead of the excruciating Experience he usually had. No one, not even God heard his screams of pain. Anyone else living through This would have () and so did alastor but with his dear he couldn't even get rid of the Pain he was in, he was trapped but this was usual and he did feel the comfort draped over him and fell Asleep comfortably. Charlie walked in the living room heading to bed she was so Exhausted she felt like she was about to collapse. All she did was lay in bed all day and she was still exhausted. Her brain tended to keep her up late. Charlie felt as if she couldn't walk anymore and then plopped onto the couch stretching her limbs out and almost immediately falling asleep. Keekee curled up on Charlie's Back ad she snored not even out of her formal attire.

[greykolla-art]

Alastor: “Now, let’s talk about literally anything else please!”

Me: “Good! Cause I don’t know where you went so I can’t go further with this!😂”

[bestosunglass]

FINALLY DECIDED TO USE THIS SITE AGAIN‼️‼️‼️ anyways I will post all my hh content here kkkkk

[cosqf]

the besties all dressed up ✨

dialogue from this wonderful fanfic, definitively check it out!

[rayjeff]

okay im going to sleep now byeee *throws this at you and runs away* <3 ace ring <3

sketches of this

very cool idea by @gay-autistic-bitch-boy

[vicartless]

[flamintyy]

as we dance to the masochism tango ~

vox is probably fine, dw :)

also, little bonus, lmao

[whatthefuxkkk]

Can we get less out of character romantic radioapple and more they both like dad jokes and are insane friends radioapple

[colourstreakgryffin]

I was wondering if you can do Alastor x daughter! Reader? She’s manifested from his magic and because of that she has some of Alastor’s powers. However, she’s the complete and total opposite of him. She’s kind and sweet like Charlie, but is very shy. She never likes bringing out her true demon form for she is very terrifying. Alastor is very protective of her. Although, what if she sees Alastor get hurt by another overlord or Adam and he turns into her demon form to protect him and everyone is surprised by this and maybe even terrified of her.

OMFG. Yes! Second Alastor request in a rooowww! I love this man uncontrollably and he would be a good daddy. He’s a stag papa with his little fawn for reaaall! I love this idea, lots of loves and so much thanks for giving Hazbin Hotel more attention— or, I guess Alastor!

Father! Alastor- Hell’s Angel

Okay… Alastor wasn’t suspecting to pop a kid out of thin air when he actually wanted to pop a kid out of thin air. His magic is very powerful, no doubt but he birthed a child from solely his own powers and about 100% of his own DNA so his daughter’s features are primarily matching his own but there are some personal key differences Alastor wanted you to have to seperate yourself from him

So, you’re not a carbon copy of your dad, the Radio Demon. More just have the same deer features and red colouring

Alastor also wasn’t suspecting to have born an angel of his own. Sweet, affectionate, cheery, always smiling but smiling in a more welcoming and natural manner than her papa. He doesn’t mind it, you’re his babygirl. He loves you dearly, even after he just shat you out from literally nothing. He’s just surprised!

Well, at least Charlie loves you because you’re like… exactly what she loves and Alastor gets jealous of how well Charlie bonds with his own daughter!

Alastor has never known how to handle his own powers so when you begin manifesting voodoo dolls and portals containing all kinds of demonic beasts, he has to figure out how to get around all of it without hurting you a single bit. He has a whole plan scheduled out for anytime your powers trigger at random

Alastor’s protective, loving, clingy and carries you around a lot. He loves being able to bond with you, he likes hearing your cute deer noises when you’re trying to talk to him. He never lets you leave his sight and whilst he reframes from murder, he may just kill Vox for insulting his little fawn

Alastor now has all the full right to tell awful Dad jokes, since he is a proper Dad now. Rest in peace once again, Angel Dust

Yes. Alastor is the type to spoil his daughter. Spoil rotten, he isn’t going to stop and he isn’t sorry. He loves his little princess and no matter what, he’ll give her what she wants. If anybody dares to take what she wants from her, he’ll send them to double hell then give his babygirl extra hugs and kisses as apologises

Alastor knows, like him, you have your own full demon form and for a harmless sweetheart like yourself(that only uses your powers to help the Hotel staff). Your full form is actually terrifying and you know that, which is why you avoid it. You don’t want to scare anybody, especially not your beloved dad so you always reframe from getting too mad

Just let Papa Alastor handle anything bad. He’ll protect and care for you in the most sweet, cuddly way possible

Alastor is a lunatic, barely sane, monstrous all under a passive-aggressive, well-mannered, dapper 1930s gentleman image but when it comes to you, you’re the most healthy thing he has and he feels genuine love, care and affection for his own offspring. He only views you as his daughter, nothing else or anything exploitative. After all, he acts more like the one serving you than anything. He’ll get you whatever you want, no questions asked

Alastor wants to keep you away from threats so when Adam attacks the Hazbin Hotel. He has no choice but to leave you with Charlie. However, this didn’t last long since you knew your father was struggling when you heard his voice’s radio effect cut out. That was immediately a sign that you, not even a ten-year-old, to jump in and it caused you to rampage against Adam when you used your powers to track down and make it over to Alastor

“PRINCESS! GET AWAY FROM HERE NOW!” Alastor, despite the giant thick cut across his chest, staining his red pinstriped coat, over the white trims of his dark red lapels, yells out as loud as he can to catch his child’s attention, to get her to back off. Struggling to rise up to his feet with his tall fluffy deer-like ears pinned back. A sign of his fear, not because of seeing his babygirl in her full demon form throwing everything she has at the angel, Adam but because you’re in so much danger attacking Adam

Adam isn’t a merciful being, despite being an Angel, and the risk to your life is extremely high. Your demon form is ten times more demonic than any sinner can manifest, due to being produced by raw demonic magic, you form into a pure demonic entity

Screeching out in a menacing echoey way, entirely black and clumpy, phasing in and out like mist, shaped like a mighty Wendigo deer with literally zero resemblance to your cute little form. To you, your father’s in danger and with his cane snapped in half, his powers limited and his radio voice effect gone

You can’t just sit around in Charlie’s arms and let Alastor get killed by this psycho angel!

You have to risk everything to let Alastor escape. However, he isn’t going anywhere without you and is frantically trying to think of a way to get you away from Adam as the said holy entity keeps throwing swings after swings with his holy sharpened guitar to break off all the attacks coming from your Wendigo-style full form, letting out many strings of hateful curses at both you and Alastor. It’s clear with all the shadowy spines and green electricity shocks that you’re desperately trying to fend off the much stronger Angel to try protect your father

But if the Radio Demon himself couldn’t take on Adam for any longer than a few minutes. Of course, you don’t stand a chance, lasting half the time Alastor did. Being beaten when Adam outspeed and charged down a devestating sharp swing on your full form’s form head after you attempt to attack again. Thinking rather fast, you used your magic to cushion the blow to avoid it actually killing you

Being thrown over on the opposite end to where Alastor is and fading back into your normal demon form, a nasty big cut all down your back to the end of your fluffy deer tail, sobbing and clenching fangs

The staff watching nearby were terrified yet impressed. Impressed a child of your age and confidence was able to get that many hits on Adam and manage to guard yourself from a attack from Adam himself, getting away with merely just one cut

The Radio Demon growls frustrated and outraged at being forced to watch his child being thrown around like some doll and get even more hurt, now cornered by Adam, since it’s clear he doesn’t care to attack Alastor anymore. Thinking just as fast and getting up properly with his snapped-into-two cane in one tightening fist

Alastor phases through into the shadows in an almost melting fashion, dragging you down with him in the same shadowy engulfing manner by a single black trail travelling over to where you laid, leaving the bloodthirsty human ancestor as the victor of this fight. Needless to say, Alastor was so pissed. Pissed he lost the fight when he had managed to get many hits on Adam at the first section of the fight and pissed that said Angel dared to put his hands on his angel

At least… you’re safe now. Bleeding, hurt, crying and tired from overworking yourself whilst laid in Alastor’s arms, but you’re alive and okay. In your father’s hold and safe. Away from the Hotel and protected by the Voodoo’s shadowy magic

“You’re okay, darling… you’re okay. Papa’s got you, he’s always got you”

[your-friendly-sociopath]

Part two was so good I’m invested I need to know how it ends please make part three to running when you have the time!

Sincerely 🕷anon

You bet part 1 , 2

Channeling my inner demons for this one

Red text is alastors pov/dialogue

Slanted red is when he is mentioned or refered to

Tw: yandere themes, possessive behavior, slight PTSD, reader got issues, so does alastor really

Running Pt 3

A week had passed since your leg had been chopped off

It was weird, getting up every morning only to fall in your face immediately

You were right about your father leaving his shadow on you

You swear every time you fell each morning, it would laugh at you

This morning was no different

You woke up, sat up, went to stand on the side of your bed, and promptly fell flat on your face

The shadow in the corner made a strange hissing sound

Which you had now come to identify as laughter

Grumbling, you flipped off the shadow as you, shakily, got to your feet

Well, foot

You figured that the only good thing to come out of all of this, was that your remaining leg would be super beefy from carrying all your wait

You hopped over to the bathroom connected to your room, and did your business

When you reentered your room, you noticed alastor sitting on a lavish armchair in the corner by your bed, sipping a dark red liquid (blood, most likely) and reading a book

You had half a mind to just close the door and hide in the bathroom

You did that the first morning after your leg was sawed off, he didn't take to kindly to being ignored so rudely

Instead, you let out a grumpy sigh, and hobbled over to the edge of your bed, waiting for him to notice you

Or to decide to grant you the honor of his attention

He did this every morning

Let you fall in your face, use the bathroom, then appear out of fucking nowhere and wait for you in your room

After that he either got your wheelchair and took you to the kitchen, it would just let you stew in your anger for ten or so more minutes while he read

Both options were a little awkward for you

Seemed like this morning, he found himself content with simply letting you be while he read

You were not in the mood to just sit here

The fucking prick

Instead of putting up with his bullshit, you decided to rush things along

So, you loudly cleared your throat to get his attention

Apparently, he wasn't in the mood for your attitude

Out of nowhere there was a loud static pop, which, admittedly made you jump a little

You could feel your large furry ears go stiff at the obvious warning

Your spine went ridged, and suddenly, memories of the last time he was displeased with you came rushing back

The blood soaked table

The horrific voodoo symbols that surrounded you, preventing you from moving

And the dark..

You wanted to run

To leave, and never have to set eyes on the monster behind you ever again

But it was running that got you into this shit

Running

You'll never be able to run again

He had done something to your leg, weird voodoo symbols engraved in the skin that prevented it from regenerating

You'd never walk again

You were dependent on him, much as you hated to admit it

A creak in the furniture from behind you told you that he was getting up

You flinched, involuntarily, when you felt him lay a clawed hand on your shoulder

"Well my dear, Id say that's enough dilly dalling for today! Why don't we get some breakfast hm?"

You couldn't respond, at least not verbally, so you opted to nod instead

The hand on your shoulder gave you a warning squeeze

Right, you forgot, he hated it when you didn't use your words

"..kay.."

You mumbled

It was the best you could do

----

You used to be so defiant, so fiery

Not that it wasn't a nice change of pace for him, but he did miss your spunky additude and witty remarks

But ever since he had cut off your left leg, you were so quiet and meek

A part of him hated how he had to resort to such drastic measures, while another part was pleased that you were finally in your place

He knew you probably hated him for doing this, but he had no choice

At least, it seemed like that to him

You needed to learn that fighting back and running would only get you in more trouble

A shame though, how it took him needing to physically, mentally, and permanently damage you to get you to listen

He doesn't regret it though, this way, you'll always need him

Forever

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Weeks went by, then months

The cycle never ends

Except for the falling on your face part, you've broken the habit of getting up then falling down immediately

A relief for you, a disappointment for the shadow that was always watching you

Life (or death) had become boring and mundane

There wasn't much you could do now without assistance

Alastor refused to give you a prosthetic, and your wheelchair only came into use when he wasn't around

And he wasn't around as often anymore

Apparently he had found a new source of entertainment

Which involved a strange hotel ran by a demon determined to rehabilitate sinners

So now, you spent most your days alone in the cabin/mansion/house

You had become a master of hobbling around on one leg

Unfortunately, the house was not "baby" proof, and you found yourself with an assortment of bruises at the end of every day

And thus a new cycle began, every day you'd wake up, your father sitting in the corner of your room, then take you to the kitchen for breakfast before leaving you on your own

It was kind of nice, having your own space again

Yet it was still so incredibly boring

Luckily for you, your father soon decided to introduce you to the demons of the hotel we often went to (you later found out it was called the Happy Hotel)

The only demons you knew there were Husk and Nifty, though you immediately hit it off with a spider demon (PLATONIC)

You started going daily with Alastor to the Happy Hotel

He even got you a prosthetic limb for your visits

(The moment you tried to escape though, it would morph into a ball and chains and trap you)

Even if you weren't exactly free, you weren't alone anymore

And for that, you were grateful

If only you could shake off the feeling of dread, like all these good things would soon come to an end

And done, once more ot 4 is a possibility

Not anytime soon tho cus j have a few asks I need to work on/finish

[elsa-fogen]

Eepy deer

my daily (?) commitment to Radiorose

because i'm also feeling eepy My sleep schedule is a fucking mess

but i've got 2 ideas and few headcanons for them while i was drawing this, good!

[ocelot-t]

[roz-ani]

Making Alastor and Rosie friends in canon and then having them pose like that was such a power move

[nouverx]

Pov the cannibal overlords are judging your outfit (or discussing how they're going to cook you tonight, your choice 👀)

Based on very cool outfits for them I saw on twitter! Here's Alastor and here's Rosie