#Overlord rosie

[mooncalf87]

Charlie: hey, Al, Rosie is at the door!

Al: oh no

Rosie: DARLINGGGGGGG ITS YOUR YEARLY SLANG EDUCATION DAYYYYYYY

Alastor: HIDE ME QUICK

[this-hazbin-quoted]

Rosie: Hey, where’s that person I introduced you to?

Alastor: We had an argument. Theyre in the garden.

Rosie: I was just out there but I didn’t see them.

Alastor: Dig deeper.

[selineram3421]

*sleepy*

Courting Pursuit

Part 2

Part 1

Alastor X Deer Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ gender neutral (gn) reader, mule deer reader, assuming Alastor is a marsh deer, Spanish translated, stalking-Vox, cussing, implied/suggestive, italics=thoughts, ha..watch out for the end ⚠

You continued to act affectionate towards him.

Even the others noticed and most of them would often ask you to do their work if it was related to him.

Niffty doesn't care and does her work as usual.

The thing is, you don't mind one bit and take up the work.

"Hola Alastor.", you'd greet him every time.

Today you were helping someone else, Husk to be exact, putting away some bottles in storage.

And then he heard that obnoxious voice of the sad excuse of an entertainment performer through his radio next to the television shop, Vox.

"Top of the hour! Today I have a special little treat for you, though the image is sadly glitched out, you can still see what is going on in the photo.", he says. "It's the Radio Demon, receiving an affectionate peck on the forehead from another deer!"

What a creeper. Alastor rolled his eyes and waited for the perfect moment to jump in and make the flat headed piece of tech look like a complete fool.

"From the looks of things, Alastor has a fuck buddy.", the TV demon grinned. "Wouldn't be surprised if he was taking it from behind.", he laughed and continued to rant on about innuendos like an idiot.

Turning a few knobs and flipping some switches, the Radio Demon was live.

"Salutations!", he greeted his listeners. "What an interesting start to the day! An overly cocky man acting like a news anchor when he doesn't have all the facts!", his smile widens. "For a demon asking his viewers to trust him, it's quite bold that he so blatantly lies to their faces."

"That's bullshit! I only provide the best-"

"Vox is so insecure and craving for attention from a powerful Overlord like myself, it's obvious that he's jealous.", Alastor laughed.

"Am fucking not you old timey prick-!"

"Why would he make such an announcement if not for that? Its clear to me that he wants someone to focus on him all the time.", he chuckles. "No wonder he always something new on his screens. But they lack so much that he has to resort to childish news broadcasts to seem important."

"Childish!?"

"As for the demon in the photo, that is a hotel guest and they do not understand English that much. There was a misunderstanding in translation and well..I'm not allowed to kill hotel guests.", then his voice switches. "This does not mean that I will let such an action pass, I will do something mμc# ￦θrs€ than death."

"You lying piece of shit! Tell me them the truth!"

"I should announce that the Hazbin Hotel has its doors open for all sinners who want a shot at redemption! Try to climb your way out of this fiery inferno, some might try to drag you back down, or you'll have trouble all on your own trying to redeem yourself! Anything is possible!", he put in his two bits for advertising the hotel. "And with that my wonderful listeners, I shall bid you all adieu~"

He switched on some jazz, not wanting to hear anymore of Vox's whining.

Something still irked him however..

Perhaps I should pay Rosie another visit. He thought. This time without them knowing.

As soon as he walked through the door of the emporium, his friend waved him over and pointed to her office, letting him know that she'd be there soon.

Once entering the office, he sighed and sat on the couch, already tired of what else would happen later in the day. He didn't want any other unnecessary conversations.

Rosie entered the office not too long after, setting her hat aside as she closed the door.

"You won't believe the gossip I've stumbled across today. Betty, the one with the pooch, not the one with the scar. She-", the woman started but then took notice of his mood. "What's wrong? You look worn out already."

"I don't know what to do with them. Vox, that piece of shit tech, has already made comments but I already put him in his place.", he sighed and ran a hand down his face.

"I heard.", Rosie let out a short laugh.

"The deer is still doing things, not as bold as the first time but I don't want them near me. It's-", he growled and made a choking motion with his hands.

"If it's bothering you that much, you know you can tell them to stop.", she says.

He looks up at her with a wide eyed stare.

She dead pans.

"Alastor. You know you can tell them to stop. Right?"

"The thought hadn't crossed my mind.", he simply says.

"Oh for crying out loud-!", she tosses a pillow at him. "You are unbelievable! Go and speak your mind! You've never had a problem with it before!"

She was right. Why had he been so bothered about something like this?

He should have spoken up about it from the start.

It was late when he returned to the hotel. The lobby was empty and he could only assume that everyone had long been asleep. Walking to the dining room, he spots the kitchen light on.

Angel is probably making an abomination of a hangover cure- He thought and opened the door, only to find the mule deer leaning against the counter half asleep.

You perk up when noticing him.

"Bienvenido. Hice la cena y te guardé un plato.", you wave and smile. (Welcome back. I made dinner and saved you a plate.)

"What are you doing up at this hour? Granted, it is Hell and there are barely any rules around here, sleep is still important.", he says as you pick up a plate covered with tin foil.

Taking off the foil, you give him a plate of food.

Your fingers brush against his, making him flinch back and drop the plate, causing it to shatter on the floor with a loud crash.

Instead of focusing on the mess, you looked at him with worry.

"¿Estás bien? No estás herido, ¿verdad-?", you reach out to him but he smacks your hand away. (Are you alright? You're not hurt, are you-?)

"Don't touch me.", he hisses out. "I am not comfortable with your advances, so I advise you to stop NOW before I tear you apart and make you into tomorrow's dinner."

With that you took a step back.

"No quería incomodarte. Me detendré. Perdóname por no tener en cuenta tus sentimientos.", you muttered and looked away. (I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. I will stop. Forgive me for not taking your feelings into account.)

Alastor didn't bother trying to translate your response in his head, just walking around you and to the door.

"Lo siento.." (I'm sorry..)

He heard you whisper as he walked out of the kitchen, leaving you alone.

With a sigh, you kneeled down and began to clean the mess.

Sad times means cookies.

~Seline, the person.

Part 3

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ML II Alastor🎙 | CP ChL🦌

[abstractsplat]

Since Franklin is toast, is Rosie back on the market?

[alternatemarvel]

I love having inspiration that pushes me to try new techniques and draw things that challenge me. I do not love drawing a tea set @number1trashenthusiast !

That said… chapter three of The Friends that Ruin You (link below the cut) begged for fanart. I thought for sure it was going to be mildly spicy intrusive thoughts from Lucifer, but inspiration surprised me.

[mrwandix]

¡SPOILER ALERT!

They called me crazy, but they were right! I hope they have a relationship full of spanking and humiliation, poor Alastor! ✨🖤

[madyshiny]

Our beautiful Rosie ❤️

I love her so much ✨️

🫖 ☕️ 🥰

[nostalgiclittlespace]

can I request a caregiver Rosie with a little reader (age range 0-2 or 3- 4 either is fine

Here you go, friend! I hope you like it and thank for the request! I had fun writing it; I love baking when I’m regressed, and I did it lots as a kid too, so that’s where the idea came from :)

SFW AGE REGRESSION FIC. DNI IF NSFW, KINK, PROSHIP OR SIMILAR. DO NOT REPOST TO OTHER SITES.

Title: Chocolate Cake

Pairing: CG!Rosie & Little!Reader

Word count: 1246

Description: Today you’re visiting Rosie! You can’t wait to see what kind of sweet fun she has planned for you! (Fluff) TW: Brief mentions of Cannibal Colony and blood. Nothing graphic!

Chocolate Cake

You skipped through Cannibal Colony, not the least bit concerned by the sight of blood and bone giving the quaint town its name.  The friendly waves and wide smiles of the residents only encouraged you further, to take your time and admire the scenery of gazebos, brick roads, and horse-drawn carriages.  Despite being a residence characterized by a…unique diet, Cannibal Town remained one of the kindest, most hospitable places in Hell.  

A particular building, a particular person really, drew you further and further down the road.  Rosie’s Emporium, which was adequately named for the Overlord who ran it and the rest of the colony, sat right in the center of the town.  It was one of your favorite places in the entire Underworld.  The place was never short on intriguing products; groceries, clothing, toys, games, decor–pretty much every kind of merchandise could be found in the endless aisles.  It meant exploration, playtime, gifts…and most importantly quality time with Rosie.

You were on the way to visit her now as a matter of fact!  Your weekly appearance at the Emporium had blessedly arrived today.  Auntie Rosie always made such nice plans for the two of you; sometimes helping out in the shop by arranging flowers or displays, sometimes having a tea party in her penthouse above the store, sometimes going on your very own outing to somewhere else in Hell.  Auntie Rosie made the very best surprises in your opinion, knowing exactly what things  you did like, and avoided the things that might make you nervous (she always talked with you ahead of time if you were doing something new!)

So, as you rounded the last corner and arrived on Main Street, where Rosie’s Emporium sat in all its glory, you picked up the pace and hurried to the front doors.  You pushed open the opaque glass doors, immediately greeted by the polite, happy chatter of residents doing their shopping, parading footsteps, and the familiar smell of the place (sugar, spice, and everything nice, flowers, blended with the softest hints of charcoal and meat.)

As soon as you entered the familiar scene, all your worries melted away, fading into your subconscious.  In their place, a soft, fuzzy peacefulness and wonder nestled itself in the forefront, driving you through the busy crowds.  Auntie Rosie was waiting for you at the back, she always did!  But there were so many people between here and there, so many people bumping into you and you couldn’t see Auntie, were you lost–?

“Darling, there you are!  Over here!” a so familiar and saving voice called from somewhere ahead of you.

You already felt too big and too small all at once, but you craned your neck around the people to see Auntie Rosie only a few feet away from you, sitting at one of the tea tables in the far corner.  Your eyes widened in relief and excitement, and now with a boost in confidence, you pushed through the rest of the overstimulating crowd until you arrived at her side.

“Auntie!  Auntie!” you cheered.

You practically buzzed with excitement as the distance between you closed, and squealed in delight when Rosie scooped you up and gathered you in her lap.  She tickled under your chin, earning a happy giggle, then straightened your hair fondly.

“Hello there, dear.  I have fun plans for us; are you ready?”

“Uh huh!” you smiled so widely you were sure that the Radio Demon would have approved.

“Wonderful!  How would you like to help me with some baking?”

You nodded rapidly, smile holding steady.  Auntie Rosie always helped you scoop the ingredients, and you got to dump them into the bowl, and stir!  And when they were all done, and not too hot, she would let you have a sweet treat before nap!

“Let’s go upstairs then.  I went grocery shopping yesterday so we have all the ingredients for a cake; how does that sound?”

“M’kay!  Can it have ‘trawberry frosting?  And chocolate?” you inquired, licking your lips at the delectable thought.

“What a nice idea, dear,” Rosie agreed, the twinkle in her dark eyes matching yours.

Hand-in-hand, you soon arrived in Rosie’s apartment above the Emporium.  Here, the chatter and business of the customers faded away, as did the pressure to keep up appearances.  Even if the Colony residents were used to seeing you around and pinned to Rosie’s side, you couldn’t help the nagging nervousness to remain as outwardly mature as possible.  But here, now alone with your Caregiver, your thumb found its way to your mouth and you wandered to the living room to snag your favorite stuffie before baking.  Yes, there was risk it could get dirty, but Auntie Rosie would help you give them a bath afterward if any stray flour stuck to their fur.

“Come along, dear.  We need to wash hands before we can start,” Rosie called you back to the cozy kitchen, where she was already gathering the flour, sugars, milk, and eggs.  

You hurried back, bouncing with every energetic stride.  Upon reaching her side, Rosie guided your thumb out of your mouth, replaced it with a clean teether, and led you to the sink.  She helped you wash your hands thoroughly, foamy, slippery soap sliding between you fingers; and you giggled at the ticklish sensation.

“Let’s get started now, darling,” Rosie said after drying your hands and bringing you to the adjectant countertop.  She passed you a big wooden spoon and slid an empty bowl in front of you, which would soon be filled with all sorts of sweet things that made up cake batter.  

Within minutes, you and your stuffie were covered in flour and egg whites.  Though Rosie did a good job of keeping everything orderly, she couldn’t help the inevitable sloshing of batter that came with an enthused Little stirring.  She remained patient, and wiped off your fingers whenever they got too dirty.  She even took care to move your plush away from any ingredients that could stain it, and kept up with dusting off the baking powder and sugar it got into.  

Many chaotic minutes later, Rosie poured the thick mixture into the pan, then slid it into the oven.  The scent of chocolate lingered in the air still, and you knew from experience the delicious smell would stay for the rest of the day.  Your mouth watered, already wishing for a taste of the cake.  Thankfully, you wouldn’t have to wait long.

“Time to clean up, dear,” Auntie Rosie told you as she closed the oven door.  “I have an important job just for you.”

She smiled mischievously as she returned to your side, passing you the spatula, still covered in chocolate gooiness.  Your eyes widened in excitement as you popped your pacifier out of your mouth and extended your hands with a appreciative squeal. 

“T’ank you,” you cheered, immediately taking a large lick.

Given Auntie Rosie’s laugh, you knew some had smeared over your face.  You paid it no mind, too worried about the treat in hand.  You would wipe off your face later!  (Or, rather, Rosie would wipe your mouth with a washcloth while you attempted to lick the remaining chocolate away)

“How is it, love?  Did we make a good cake?” Rosie asked.

“Perfect,” you replied, before trying to dodge the wet cloth she had prepared.  Even if Rosie managed to get you clean now, she would definitely have her work cut out for her when you made the frosting!

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hello!

May I request platonic hc's of Rosie and a gender neutral reader who's similar to Senjuro in terms of personality? Thanks and have a good day/night!

Hehe! Awwww! Rosie is one of my fav characters. Best girl she is, to be honest. Love her! So, yes. Would be happy to write for our Cannibal Queen! I will have a great day, hope you do too! Once more, a bit short but I love it!

Rosie- Fire Lily

Now. Let’s get this right off the bat. Rosie just picked you off the streets when you dropped into Hell and landed right into her Colony. Rosie claims what she wants, no problem so she adopted you. You don’t have a choice, you are now Rosie’s little sibling and she uses her magic to make sure you look like her and her people so you better fit in

Rosie is your Kyojuro— not joking, she is

Rosie adores how sweet and helpful you are. Always cleaning and helping around her big colony as well as her own home. She didn’t even ask you to clean her floors or feed her people— oh. She doesn’t regret adopting you, she loves you so much already

Yes. Rosie threw you at Alastor when she first begun introducing you around and keeps throwing you at Alastor now so you two bond. Alastor knows you well and he often ‘babysits’ you for Rosie. Since the Radio Demon is your adoptive older sister’s bestie, it’s quite rare that you don’t see him exploring about the Colony

Rosie supports you… yes, you can’t become the next Cannibal Colony leader but you don’t need to be some mighty powerful Overlord to be worthy of love in her eyes. She loves you, as her baby sibling, the way you are and she doesn’t want you to change in any fashion; be yourself and big sis Rosie is pleased

Rosie does listen to you and your suggestions. Does she agree that she doesn’t want her people participating in the next Extermination fightback? Yes, she does. But she kinda has no choice so she comforts you and reassures you she isn’t personally even trying. She may be powerful and influential but she has little strength in that matter

Rosie needs more sweethearts like you. Kind, caring and who can usually see the best in a situation or person?! Goodness. She’s gotten a jackpot and she is quite proud of you. Her little sibling is a little angel, even in Hell and even when they came from the worst situation when alive

Eventually, more and more time you spend as Rosie’s adoptive sibling, you finally open up to her and express how bad your human life was; a dead brother to a unfortunate event, a abusive alcoholic father, a dead mother to a disease. You were upset, shaken and alone but you’re… better now

And when you tell Rosie every detail she’s been waiting to hear, she gives you much wisdom and comfort. You saw the way she helped Charlie? This woman knows what she is doing. She can handle heavy situations well and helps make you feel better, less tense and more relaxed

Rosie may be a doting loving big sister-mother to you but she does encourage you to be cannibalistic. Give you decapitated body parts as gifts, ease you into eating sinners and Hellborn demons. You’re a cannibal demon now, she wants you to be able to eat the way her people do

Rosie gives you hope all the time and she is forgiving so she will forgive you for ‘leaving such a scar on the Colony’s history’. Because, in reality, you may be her sibling but you don’t need to be her heir or her successor. You can live a nice life with her as her cute little assistant

Rosie is open and expressive with the people she loves, platonic or romantic, so she tells you almost everything and she drags you almost everywhere. She loves having you around, being able to link arms with you and dress you up in cute outfits!

Rosie is the type of big sister-mother-bestie to wear matching clothing with both you and Alastor. Suspect Rosie to give you a outfit that matches with hers, to her, it’s a symbol of her connection to you

Honestly. Rosie is raising you. Since you’re a very young sinner, maybe around 13-14 and have died a truly awful death at your father’s hands. You haven’t fully grown-up and dealt with so much so she takes charge of looking after you. Her relationship with you is primarily family-like but it’s adorable

You mean a lot to Rosie, even if she had scooped you off the streets and claimed you as hers less than four to five months ago. It doesn’t matter, she loves you and she hopes you love her back

“Oh… Leitora. That hat is adorable! Where did you find those flowers? Alasta gave them to you… oh, of course he did— nevertheless. I love it! It’s adorable! Goodness, yes! I should make it a new hat! Come with me, darling!”

[mooncalf87]

Franklin was totally her husband

[this-hazbin-quoted]

Angel Dust: Thank you for inviting me to Al's wedding today, Miss Rosie.

Rosie: Yes, it’s no problem, dear

Angel Dust: This is probably a stupid question, but who is Alastor marrying? I haven’t seen them?

Mimzy: You. You’re the fiancé. This is your wedding with Alastor!

Angel Dust: Wait, what?

Mimzy: There’s your officiant. This is your wedding ring. I suggest taking him somewhere far, far away for your honeymoon.

Rosie: For a week!

Mimzy: Here’s some money, make it two!

Alastor, walking in: Oh! This is beautiful! Who’s having a wedding today?

[turtleofthehollow]

Alastor and Rosie met when he was slaughtering other overlords, and Rosie offered to make a feast for him with the carnage

He platonically fell in love in that moment and they’ve been best friends ever since

[darklinaforever]

I don't ship RadioRose, but this video is so cute !!!

Also, I love their duo and their friendship. It's hilarious how Rosie can manipulate Alastor's body much like a doll any way she wants and easily invade his personal space.

[axxolotlqueen]

ROSIE IS THE ONE THAT TAUGHT ALASTOR WHAT "THATS THE TEA" MEANS

[overlord-rosie]

Rosie dear! I’ve heard soooo much about you and I am a big fan!!! Serving cunt in both ways is so slay!!! How have you been, girlypop? -👑

@prince-pruflas

Why if it isn’t THE Majesty of Marvelousness himself! I’m flattered! I’ve been swell. Just out here being what the youth call a “boss ass bitch”. Haha! That’s so fun to say!

How are you, darling? And to what do I owe the honor? -🌹

[lvnamuraart]

"Tell Auntie Rosie what she can do for you."