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elsa-fogen · 5 hours
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Dad Besties jokes
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i love them so much they are so silly together GHAJSGHKFDIGADKSHGDHSGDHFIHLSKDFL;
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mentula-is-drawing · 3 days
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too sweet to be real...
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bat-boness · 21 hours
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I wanna say I love your art so much it's so fun and nice to look at gndjsks
Would love to see genuinely any of the Hazbin characters in sorta dark Victorian style, like corpse bride or nmbc(is nightmare Victorian? Probably not but I love the style of the movie '^^)!!
I'M SO HAPPY YOU LIKE IT AHHH I'M SO GRATEFUL 🙏🙏🙏 HEHE! UR THE SWEETEST! 1!! 1 AND HERE U GO! NOT REALLY VERY DARK BUT I TRIED TO PUT TIEGYEHR A VICTORIAN OUTFIT FOR YA 💕✨
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ADDED A SECOND VERS! :3 HOPE U GUYS LIKE IT!
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bigfatbimbo · 3 days
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more rosie content??
Ex-wife!Rosie x Reader Headcanons —
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a/n — I don’t have a full grasp on Rosie as a character yet because i’ve never officially written for her so keep that in mind!
warnings — established relationship, but like established breakup, mentions of smut, kinda f!reader implied but like??? not rlly? NOT PROOFREAD!!!
summary — Rosie is the readers ex-wife and the relationship is very complicated!
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Basically i’ve just had this idea in my head for a while of being ex-wives with Rosie, but where the divorce is the least complicated part of your relationship.
In other words, bitter ex-wives who fight lots and occasionally have passionate sex. 
No because if placed in the same room as Rosie, imagine the playful bickering with increasingly passive aggressive undertones. 
Like imagine literally dropping something and Rosie smiling with an affectionate, “Ah, still a clutz as always!” “Rosie, still just as chatty. Somethings never change.” 
And then that will slowly turn into “And that’s another thing, y/n, you never picked up your jacket. Always leaving it on the floor—“
 “—Oh please Rosie, you wanna talk about a mess? Let’s talk about the demon heads in our fridge!”
See, Rosie considers herself a nice person, and to be fair, it is. 
But it was also fair to say there was a certain amount of resentment stored around you, and if you tease her first, hey, it’s fair game. 
The back-and-forth remarks between the two of you felt very familiar in a sense, yes rooted in truth and almost bitterness, but it was very playful. 
Of course, there was more than one reason it was so familiar. One, because of the actual marriage that took place beforehand.
But also because a key aspect of that marriage never…stopped. Yes, i’m talking about the sex part. 
The idea of a struggle for power with Rosie is incredibly appealing. Because like I said, she’s nice, polite, and very caring, but she’s still an overlord, meaning she has to be cutthroat.
And that means with you as well. 
Rolling over in bed, almost winning dominance before Rosie sinks her teeth into your neck.
“Ow! Rosie, what the fuck? That’s not how you give someone a fucking hickie!”
“Wasn’t trying too, sweetheart,” she’d grin before licking the bite wound. 
Which is another thing, topping or bottoming, Rosie leaves marks everywhere. In various ways, as well.
She bites, not to leave hickies, to get a taste of you. On your neck, all over your arms, inner thighs, you name it.
And scratching her name into your skin, because even though you’re divorced, you’re still hers. 
I had an anon say once that since she’s a cannibal, she knows a lot about human anatomy. 
So while leaving marks and bites all over you, she’d be explaining perfectly: what would happen if she bite to hard or cut to deep there, spots she has to avoid, and spots she has the privilege of indulging in. 
And while bottoming I still think she’d be kind of a power bottom. But maybe returning the favor, and biting her up.
Remarking on how she needs a taste of her own medicine, almost as much as you need a taste of her. 
I think this idea would be interesting if the reader was also a higher-up of hell, maybe an overlord themself. 
Because then it’d almost be the ‘bitter ex-spouses’ trope with the ‘forced proximity.’
I think Rosie is mature enough not to start and argument during an active overlord meeting, but if your not, shes overjoyed to finish it. [or try to!]
Maybe making a snide remark about something Rosie did during your marriage to the person sitting next to you, just loud enough for her to hear it. 
And obviously causing your back-and-forth bickering from across the table. 
“Oh y/n, would you calm down already?” “Funny, that’s exactly what you said to me when you tried to COOK ME FOR DINNER.” 
“Oh please, I changed my mind. Besides, you taste terrible!
Also the angst aspect of it is very intriguing because there had to be a strong trust bond for the two of you to be married in the first place.
Regardless of how or why you two broke up, there’s definitely a level of love still present despite the resentment.
Yes, Rosie’s annoying and a pain to deal with and talk too but… would you still literally die for her? And vice versa? Yes.
Because if you show up at her door, broken and battered, beat up and bleeding from every part of your body, claiming you had nowhere else to go, the divorce or ‘hatred’ wouldn’t be a thought on her mind.
She’d take you in, patch you up, and let you sleep on the couch. Scolding you the whole time for being reckless, but taking on that caring wisdom filled voice.
And maybe you’re in a position that still allows you to see Rosie a lot, so you have that once in a blue moon experience of seeing her cry or breakdown.
She’s a witch and a pain in your ass, but you still remember her favorite yogurt flavor and wear she keeps her tissues.
And you remember that she gets backaches when she’s stressed, so one way or another, you’re end up gently rubbing her back and reassuring her, taking a break from the bitter cold remarks.
None of these happen often, thank god. In fact, probably only once. But you’re both willing.
I could imagine an argument unfolding after one of these heartfelt moments. Only reminding you of the reason you two didn’t last either.
But it still makes you think; could you have?
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a/n — Sorry for ending things with the angst, I have a serious problem AND IM EVIL.
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tired-fandom-ndn · 3 days
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I loooooooove queerplatonic radiorose. Like they are platonic soulmates in every sense of the word.
They cook together and share meals and go on picnics and dance all the time. Alastor sometimes spends nights in her bedroom and they cuddle and quietly share their most important plans where there are no ears to overhear and no televisions or cameras to spy on them. One of Rosie's husbands got upset at their closeness, and at being banished from their bed so that Alastor could spend the night, so they ate him alive. Rosie has asked Alastor to marry her every time she's widowed again and he's always said no but he once told her that he'd have given everything to have known her in life.
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sugoi-writes · 1 day
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I thought I would take a crack at some Rosie drabble/smut, because @bat-boness and this amazing piece of ass I mean art
Oral, female receiving. Lots of build up, tension, and Rosie being Rosie. TEEHEE
You were nervous, eyes wide with lust, but also full of... anxiety. Rosie had been around for a very long time. She was a mature woman, a tall glass of water, and most troubling:
She knew exactly what she wanted, and when she wanted it. And if she didn't like it, she'd be the first to let you know. Or worse...
Pleasing any overlord would be a daunting task. But seeing a disheveled yet level-headed femme fatale settling on the edge of your bed made your breath hitch.
You were lightly pushed onto your back, sputtering as her silken, black slip gown was thrown to your face. You resisted the urge to inhale the scent. The offer of her perfume and natural smell mingling in your nose was a very tempting notion...
You cast the garment aside, eyes still wide, before your jaw practically hits the floor. There before you, the demoness was clad in nothing but modern undergarments, adorned in adorable cannibal skulls and iconography. You swallowed the lump forming in your throat, your core seizing at the sight.
Rosie could see you worry, and immediately her expression turned mischievous. Her shoulders shimmy back and forth slowly as her fingers hook into the hem of her panties, teasingly shifting the hem lower and lower. Your mouth ran dry as the bones of her pelvis shifted, her cunt nearly bare before you.
"Don't be scared, Doll... Let Ms. Rosie take care of you~"
You were rendered speechless as the panties were pulled down to her knees, her velvet, porcelain cunt on full display. You may not have been a cannibal, but you wanted to feast on the sight before you like a crooked vulture. You subconsciously lick your lips, sitting up on your elbows as she rids herself of the panties entirely. She makes a big show of reaching behind her back, brows raised as she bites her dark lip. The both of you sigh in unison when her bra comes unclasped, mounds bouncing resolutely. The pale overlord practically giggles, playfully rocking her tits back and forth with another sensual shimmy. You were unabashed, eyes following her movements with an intense desire. You wanted to pop her hardened nipples directly in your mouth, suckling and biting them until she saw white...
"Doll~ It's rude to stare, you know~"
You snap back to your senses, a heavy sigh leaving you," Rosie... I don't ask for much..." Rosie tilts her head at you as your eyes dart downward, focusing on her wet, glistening heat. Your fists ball up as your sides, knuckles turning white as you dare to not look away.
"Please, for the love of Satan, sit on my face."
A surprised snort, a laugh, and then... a scarlet blush adorns her delicate face. Oh, you were serious.
Rosie practically purrs as she watches your eyes dilate, unable to look away from the junction between her thighs. A dark, mischievous chuckle brings your eyes to her face. She crawls over to you, trailing wet, open mouthed kissing up your body, starting at your knees. You sigh at every point, hands coming up to cover your face in embarrassment. When she makes her way to your jaw, she smiles down at you, eyes full of a sensual gleam. Your hands are removed from your face, giving you the chance to look into her eyes. You see your disheveled reflection in them, practically moaning at the sight.
"Careful, Dollface..."
She pushes you hard onto your back, scooting upward until she straddles your head. Her aching core was dangling just above your welcoming face, puffy and ready for the taking.
"You won't be able to stop once you get a taste~"
She wails with surprise as her cunt is slammed onto you mouth, her head thrown back in rapture. You dig your nails into her hips, locking her in place. She grabs fist fulls of your hair, hissing as your tongue lapped at her clit desperately.
You didn't mind the growling and the tugging at your scalp. There was a deep, animalistic part of you that hoped this would never stop. And you wouldn't, until the overlord bowed to your whim, unable to do anything but scream and whine your name.
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venusforfran · 23 hours
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The girls! (Once again, that includes Al). Game night! 🃏🌹
Here's the less filtered version :)
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gallifreyix-centuries · 19 hours
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Some edits of our favorite cannibal queen.
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I just love Rosie so much. I hope to see more of her.
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onthemeander · 1 day
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Oh man, it's been a hot minute. Sorry it took so long folks, I was bogged down with a comic and general life. But I heard your vote and present to you Husk, ala slutty 80's boy. While drawing this, I discovered some amazing facts about Husk. 1. He is a polyglot 2. He plays the Sax professionally. 3. He is Pansexual 4. He is a cuddler.
My personal headcanon is he absolutely refuses to wear shirts (unless they are cropped) because of his wings. Hearing this Angel has made it his mission to give Husk as many ridiculous t-shirts as he can find (might, be hard to see but, he is wearing a Thunder Cats shirt).
Now, for one last time, Humor me as I fill out this shirt-cut meme.
1. You pick the character,
2. I draw them.
3. ???
4. Profit
The last shirt style is the mysterious Free Space shirt, but who is wearing it?
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floofdrawsstuff · 2 days
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Some Radiorose to calm my brain down
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a-hazbin-soul · 3 days
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I found this song right when I was thinking about Rosie
I'll definitely be using this for a songfic when I'm done with the first part of my Velvette thing!
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elsa-fogen · 2 days
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(Reverse AU) Alastor SNAPS...
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bonus:
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i was thinking about this for SO LONG and in my first thought Alastor were coming back to the hotel covered in blood and when Rosie asks, he says like "don't worry, it's not mine ^^"
Before this moment he acted more like canon Charlie, holding himself back, but when he saw how Valentino treats Emily... yeah.
AND! This is why i decided to leave Val in his own role.
The question is tho, how then Emily and Lute will bond... no poison and loser baby in this AU too, damn...
P.S. Valentino survived.
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roz-ani · 3 months
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She can freely touch him
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and make comments like that?
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The shared hatred for that one particular person?
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But also the mutual compliments?
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Peak friendship if you ask me. They're truly besties ❤️
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jieloksworld · 18 days
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susan is such a bitch even alastor's mic is pissed off
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nerdypuddincup · 3 months
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Charlie now has two sets of parents. Good for her.
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marcomie12 · 2 months
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🎙️Alastor & Rosie🌹
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