#queerplatonic radiorose

[sketchyface]

They are BFFs that are married

[laismoura-art]

I wanted to draw the cursed kitty and these came to life! 🦌📻🌹

And here's some close-ups!

I absolutely LOVED to draw Rosie! She's so pretty and just look at this gorgeous colour palette!

Also, I love the idea that she's the only person Cursed Cat Alastor is tame with! With everyone else he's either playful or feral, but with Rosie he's the sweetest of all boys!

Of all alternative haircuts for Alastor, locs gotta be my favourite! And I'm also a big fan of him having more apparent deer features (which yes, that totally includes a tail) but also a snout and visible hooves!

I love the idea that Cursed Cat Alastor is Alastor's creation and that as such, the cat ends up picking up a lot of Alastor's likes and dislikes, if you want to know if Alastor likes you, just pay attention to how his cat treats you ;)

Alastor: I hate you

Lucifer, with cat Al sleeping sound in his arms: That's not what your cat told me😌

Now, Cat Al adores Rosie, but Niftty is DEFINITELY his favourite! They just get each other, he's her bad boy and fellow bug slayer, and he wouldn't have it any other way!

My personal headcanon is that she named him King Roach (Roach for shorts) and everybody just went along with it and now that's his official name! (Which means whenever I write him, his name will be Roach)

(Also, if you get the reference here you win a cookie🍪)

[onesidedradiostatic]

holy shit i don't think I've ever seen a ship be described as this as the first sentence under the fanon section. this is fucking incredible

[pinkrottingcannibal]

Queerplatonic married couple core

(They've been married since the 40s and their relationship is very open.)

[quinntism]

She’s the only one he will let do this maybe cuz they’re besties maybe cuz he’s also scared of her lmao

[salmonsmoker]

QUEER PLATONIC RADIOROSEEEE RAAAAAAH

[gummy-axolotl]

The QPR of all time

[andy-skull]

No thoughts, head empty

Except for RadioRosie

He lightly waves at her when she notices he's there. And clearly doesn't mind to be touched by her.

Why he leans so close to her? and why do they look so flirty???

Fav queerplatonic relationship friendship, until canon proves othewise

[nerdynuala]

Besties having a laugh over a couple of drinks at the bar

I like them a normal amount *proceeds to get emotional over them*

[alice-dyers-spouse]

*looks at queer platonic RadioRose* *looks at queer platonic RadioApple* *throws up hands* FUCK THIS SHIT *platonically ships alastor with both of them*

[sketchyface]

Can’t stop thinking about Alastor letting Rosie eat him cuz he trusts her

Fuck sex! Let Rosie gently cannibalise Alastor, pussies!

Edit: Continuation!

[laismoura-art]

YO, pretty people! I wrote a Hazbin Hotel fic! :D

In which Angel and Husk are in love and Angel wants to encourage Husk to act on his feelings and start flirt with him and he believes the best way to nudge Husk is through jealousy!

And to put his plan into motion he will require the help of a certain deer demon...

Feat. Queerplatonic Radioapple and Queerplatonic Radiorose cause I couldn't help myself!❤️🩷 ❤️💛

This fic inspired by this post by @fanby-fckry ❤️

[acuteobserv4tion]

How is it that this man got shipped with everyone under the moon, yet now that there's someone he's open and quite possibly compatible with in the show, there's little to no fan content of it to be seen?

That is actually hilarious to me. I just remember that first year after the pilot, when people would go under posts of fanart and say "Alastor's Asexual" like Aces can't fall in love. Then, when he was confirmed an AroAce icon, people were telling others not to ship him with anybody at all in any way.

You made some RadioDust? He's Ace. You made some Charlastor? She has a girlfriend. Also, he's AroAce.

Now, we're given Rosie, who is basically his bestie. Someone he honestly vibes with completely and seems to have no walls around.

I mean, look at them. He's just so open and happy around her.

"You see that? Do you know what I could do with this."

"Oh yeah hun, I smell what you're stepping in. Let's go for it."

I just want them to spread mischief together. Is that so wrong? Freaking Besties!

We now have someone who Alastor seems to genuinely adore, and there's little to no fan content for it. We did get flooded with a brand new wave of Alastor×Husk fanfics somehow, tho. And I personally am falling in love with the Lucifer×Alastor content.

But we need some AroAce ship for the soul! Where's the food?

Hey, people that like to point out he's Acroace! Quit bothering other fandom ships and get those creative juices flowing! Give us that good AroAce fan content.

[hype-blue-fixation]

Pt 2/2 | The Purest Kind of Entertainment | SFW Tickle Fic [RadioRose QPR]

If you'd like some extra context, here's part one. Otherwise enjoy!

A soft knock brought a certain woman to the door. “Oh, hello Alastor! What are you doing here at this unsatanly hour?” Rosie chimed. Before he could say anything, she already grabbed his shoulders and tossed him inside her emporium. Whipping him around like a ragdoll and all he could do was smile. Genuinely smile.

“To put things simply, I may be in need of your services.”

“You already know anything in the 9 rings is yours if I can help it, darlin’!”

They took a seat in her tea room, where he marveled at all her decorations and boxes of goodies. She handed him a box of fingers. At first refusing, but then deciding that a little snack might help with nerves. “So, there’s this silly thing someone said today. It doesn’t really bother me all too much, but it did make me wonder. With you being the best and most dangerous matchmaker in all of Hell, what are ways you’ve seen demons show deep affection for each other?”

Rosie almost looked surprised. “Did someone finally catch your fancy?” “None whatsoever. This is purely for the sake of deals and appeals, my dear.”

In her many hundred years of being a hellborn overlord, Rosie learned how to read anyone. Especially her intimate friend. She already knew not to suggest anything remotely related to sex or kissing, and that cuddles were something he’d only recently come to terms with “tolerating” exclusively with her. To break the silence of her thinking, she suggested the obvious: licking faces, love bites, clawing into each other’s flesh.

“I’m well aware of the ways that cannibals show affection. That would never fly outside your lovely little community…or the twisted kinky minds that deserve to be double dead.” Alastor commented.

“Of course, of course.” Rosie chuckled, lost halfway in thought. She proceeded to rattle off other things, such as songs, poetry, and art designed for your loved one. A thoughtful gift, a night out, a nice dance, playing a good ole fashioned board game in candlelight. Her strategies were endless, and some even piqued his interest.

Having the sense that she was trying to only feed him ideas that he liked, a playful twist came to his smile. “That’s all fine and well, but what about the other ideas you’ve got?”

“The others?”

“The ones you assume I wouldn’t like.”

Rosie hummed. “Kisses, nude cuddling, bondage, se–”

“You’d be quite right.”

They both laughed. The sweet sound gave her a thought. “What about tickles?”

“Pardon?”

“Tickles! It’s one of those strange things I’m not sure if you’d like.”

Alastor blinked and cocked his head sideways. At the very least, it was something he never considered as a way to enjoy or deepen a relationship. His only experiences were as a young child when his mother played games like 3 little pigs on his toes and Noah’s Ark on his arms. Perhaps it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to try.

“I will see if I like that one.” he said plainly, as if he were signing up for a science experiment. Rosie’s eyebrow raised curiously, but she wouldn’t deny him the request or pass up an opportunity to teach an old demon new tricks.

A puff of magic removed his jacket and hung it neatly in the closet. She gently guided his hands to the back of his head so that his only defense was a dress shirt and suspender straps. Her hands floated at his sides. He fearlessly looked her in the eyes, almost daring her to do something. And something she did.

Her claws dug into his side, ripping out a loud scream of staticy surprise. She immediately pulled back to observe him bent forward. Expecting another attack. He kept his hands on his head suggesting he was still curious about whatever this was. Again her nails dug into his sides, there to stay. At first he couldn’t even get a laugh out, only quick deep gasps. His voice gradually found a way to be heard in each gasp, taking on the form of laughter. He managed to barely keep his hands on his head. Eyes shot wide. “God! Stop! Stop!” He forced the begs to fit into each breath.

Rosie’s claws gently rested on his sides to give him a break. His heart was pounding and small giggles trailed out in the aftermath. “You do know you could have stopped me at any point, right?” Rosie leaned in, and he suddenly remembered that he could put his arms down. “Do you like that?”

Alastor fought to gain his composure, which only resulted in a cocky smile. “It’s definitely a tool I can use.”

Rosie chuckled and slowly spidered her hands toward his armpits. He froze in complete anticipation. Wondering what she’d do next. “Tickling can be a fun activity for you and your loved ones. I can go into the chemistry of it, if you like. But it can also be a tool for power.”

He looked up into her void eyes. Deeply invested in every word. Until her fingers suddenly wiggled into his armpits and his entire body seized up. Arms pressed to his sides, lower body twisted into an unnatural shape. Joy in his smile but genuine fear in his eyes as he realized his body’s inability to move or fight back. The magic of her hands put him into a state of powerless paralysis. He barely managed to force himself to breathe, which brought along little giggles with it. Rosie’s smile widened to show she was enjoying this, perhaps a bit too much.

Her face came dangerously close to his. “Do you feel scared?” she asked in a teasing tone.

“Ha! N– No!” a stream of airy laughter kept his reply quiet.

But she knew better than that. He was terrified. Excited. Enjoying the experience. But enough was enough without a break. She slipped her hands out and he immediately hugged her. Pulling her so close to his body that it was a flesh prison. He softly giggled in her ear as he recovered from the intense moment. “Don’t do…that…again…” he said between laughs, but they both knew he didn’t mean it. 

She pouted and pulled back to look at his red face. “But you liked it! And you were so so so cute!” she cupped his cheeks in her hands.

He rolled his eyes and took one last deep sigh. “Just because you’re not anyone else, I’ll be square. I…I like it.”

“What do you like about it?” Rosie seemed pleasantly surprised and curious.

“Just promise you’ll keep quiet about what I’m going to tell you or I’ll destroy the entire town.”

“As you should.” Rosie seemed entirely unfazed by his threat.

He slowly calmed down, now feeling calm and at ease. All the tension disappeared, replaced only with peaceful and fuzzy thoughts about his lady friend. How lucky he was to have someone like her in spite of every awful thing he was. “Aside from being a fun and relaxing activity, I quite liked being able to be vulnerable and still feel…safe. You’re the only person I’ve felt that way with.”

Rosie leaned in with kissy lips. “Is this a love confession? From the great Radio Demon?”

“Sure, if it can be a pla…platon…p…friendly kind of love.”

“The term you’re looking for is ‘platonic,’ dear.”

“Yes, tha– AT!” His voice peaked as she gave him a swift surprise tickle. 

The two stared as if they expected the other person to make a move first. Rosie chuckled, a playfully sinister kind of sound. “Speaking of vulnerable, you love being afraid of me and what I can do to you, don’t you?”

Alastor had to really take on a moment of introspection. His pride screamed at him to bicker and resist. But the softened depth of his heart spoke openly. “Only because it’s you, Rose.” he said. And just to appease the ego, he added, “But remember, I can stop you any time I like. You only have power because I choose to give it to you.”

Rosie could say nothing against that. Whatever they had, something beyond normal friendship but not in the realm of the romantic, was something they didn’t truly understand. But they were glad to have it. They were both happy, relaxed, and emotionally closer in the moment. The voices of guilt in Alastor’s head were finally put to rest behind his smile, right where they belonged.

[quinntism]

Drew this in dnd cuz my mind is plagued with them

[clarity2electricboogaloo]

I love queerplatonic alastor duos sm‼️‼️

*explodes*