Rosie's Emporium!

Mayoress of Cannibal Town she/her

[cnnblmother]

Welcome to my little corner of Hell(site)!

My name's Rosie, but you can call me anything you like, just don't call me late to dinner! Oh, and my pronouns are she/her.

Now, a few ground rules for anybody who wants to stick around here:

We don't tolerate bad manners in Cannibal Town. If you wanna waltz in here and be needlessly rude, don't be surprised when I let my dearies eat you up.

No little kiddies allowed. I'm a grown lady and I talk about the sorta things that your mothers would cover your ears for. If you're younger than 16, kindly show yourself to the exit.

That said, don't get too inappropriate here. You can have your little flirts and tasteful jokes, but keep your dirty business to yourself, please.

I think that's about all... Have a lovely time and don't be a stranger, stranger!

What is up chat. Mun is an adult, I run other accs, I've been rping for years. I don't get lit, I post as if the character is posting online.

Asks are, of course, highly encouraged. Any ships are fine too, and, like Rosie said, you can have a little flirt if you wish. No problem with a little suggestive content, but I request under 18s refrain from that particular kind of interaction.

I don't tend to interact heavily with oc stuff if there's a lot of lore. Sorry, I'm just not active enough to keep up.

While I try to respond in a timely manner, I have responsibilities outside of the internet. It may take me a few days to respond, especially if I need time to think about how to continue an interaction.

[ask-the-hazbin-therapist]

Your muse's handwriting! Head over here and pick one out for your muse.

Font: Peach Blue

Tagging: @broadcasting-screams-since-33 @demonic-radio @angie-long-legs @gamblingkitty @thesugaronthecream

[thesugaronthecream]

// Alexander is left-handed, so it gets a little messy...

Font: La Belle Aurore

Tagging: @cnnblmother

[cnnblmother]

; Initially I thought she would have fancy cursive but this feels more "note from mom" style and I think it suits her.

Font: Homey Feeling (from Dafont)

Tagging: @ladyfranklin

[maersiel]

I like thinking about how their early relationship possibly went LOL

[thesugaronthecream]

new blog alert

// OOC here, I've got a new blog up for an OC I'm developing - Daisy, the sister of Rosie!

Feel free to interact + ask her whatever you wish~

@miss-daisy-belle

[cnnblmother]

I can't say I'm a fan of that tv fella. There's only room for two lovably egomaniacal narcissists at the overlords table, and a little deer and I already own those places.

[thesugaronthecream]

~ sealed with a kiss ~

a moment of minor yet meaningful canon divergence

"I call on you, voices of the afterlife. I wish to make a deal with you," Alexander proclaimed, bowing for what he expected to be the final time to a higher power.

Here, the sacred circle was drawn in grime and blood and offal, crowned with roses. Here, the magics of his mother were corrupted to shadows. Here, a deal was to be made, half in desperation, shrouded in hubris, and there was no backing down now. Not when so much was at stake.

To the surprise of both man and demon, the exchange was so easily made - a handful of words and from there the agreement bloomed.

At last, it came time to seal the deal and not with something so masculine and crude as a handshake. No, that wouldn't befit the elegant and charming lady of Hell.

In a flash of unholy light, a fraction of her form emerged from the radio, a mask of impossible radiance that didn't shine so much as cause the shadows to shrink back in fear. A hand swept out from that uncanny visage to slip beneath his proudly pointed chin, tilting the rounded, fae sculpt of his jaw towards her with a tender caress.

His shadow stretched out behind him, no longer restrained by mortal principles, and all at once it wasn't his heart that ached with longing for something as small as a gentle touch from the living.

Shocks of green and gold split the night as the face descended and every nerve of him was alive and electric as her lips made landfall just above the brow.

From something as small as a kiss exploded a twirl of radiant petals and from it, he knew his soul was claimed.

Little did Alexander know, that with a kiss, she mapped out precisely his fate.

[marinscos]

part 2

i have been informed there wouldnt be much of an age gap between them but at this point i am just having fun. you would deny an old woman her entertainment? on christmas?

[thesugaronthecream]

closed starter ~ @cnnblmother

context: What if there was a little more time between when Alastor (called "Alexander" here as his human name) first summoned Rosie and his death?

The dangling wooden sigils clacked softly against one another in the cool autumn breeze, the hearth crackling merrily at his back.

With a delicate fingertip, he traced a lurid path of blood through the dust of the floorboards, the inverted pentagram beginning to come to life with a hum of static and crimson glow.

This was the second time Alexander had summoned her, the elegant lady of Hell who would one day claim his soul entire, but for now had the unique honour of claiming his attention.

"Bonsoir, ma chère," * he purred, tasting the remaining viscera from his digits. "I've come to call on you again."

* "Good evening, my dear," per Google Translate

[cnnblmother]

Rosie knows who is calling to her before she can see him. It's not as though she receives much contact from the human world, this young man being the first in many years.

He's quite lucky she wasn't preoccupied with anything. Even such an intriguing pet as this wouldn't be allowed to get away with interrupting tea.

"Hello, pet." Her voice is melodic as she responds to his summoning. "Is there something you need?"

[thesugaronthecream]

Alexander wondered for a moment. What did he truly need here? Company. The thought crossed his mind unbidden. But he would not give life to the loneliness gnawing at him by speaking it into existience

"I was hoping to borrow a moment of your time, my dear," he replied, neatly glossing over the 'pet' moniker. "I was hoping... perhaps you could regale me with a little knowledge of the afterlife. What is it like in your part of Hell?

[cnnblmother]

Perhaps this could be entertaining. There were a number of interesting reasons that this human could be asking about Hell.

Normally, Rosie would have assumed it was something to do with regret, nervous anticipation, fear. A poor soul realizing the consequences of their choices and becoming afraid of what awaited them.

That didn't seem right, though. This one wasn't the usual spineless sort.

"Curiosity killed the cat, my friend," she hums thoughtfully, considering her next words. "My quaint little corner is quite nice, if I do say so myself. I keep my people in line, they keep my town from becoming a filthy mess like the rest of Hell."

Maybe honesty is the best policy, at least for now.

[thesugaronthecream]

Alexander watched the haunted radio with curious attention as he shifted to sit cross-legged on the floor, his chin perched in a cupped palm.

"Towns, you say?" he drawled. "I had no idea Hell was such a reflection of life on Earth. Makes you wonder what the point of it all is."

With his other hand, he idly traced a finger through the grime, careful not to disturb the circle of magic.

"Is that what you'd want from me, then? To be a part of 'your people'? I hate to disappoint, but I'm not really built to be an enforcer of any kind."

No, his wiry frame and relatively short stature got him into more trouble than out of it.

[cnnblmother]

"Well, don't you think a place full of dead humans from Earth might end up looking at least a little like Earth, dear?"

It's always fun to remember how clueless humanity is about Hell. They haven't a clue that it's truly a whole other world. But Rosie digresses; a geography lesson can wait.

Clever as he may be, it really wasn't a good idea for Alexander to have made that deal without knowing details. A predictable naivety for such a prideful soul, but a dangerous lack of caution nonetheless. Lucky for him that Rosie was one of the more charitable demons he could've met.

"You'd be more than welcome in the colony, but I don't expect you to be one of it's permanent citizens. I think you're much too cheeky, I can't have you causing trouble in my streets," she says, tone betraying something akin to fondness.

Rosie really doesn't want any mischief in her streets, but that doesn't mean she won't be pleased to see it in other parts of the city.

"And don't you worry about what you'll do for me, I'm sure I'll find a good purpose for you, darling," she adds.

[thesugaronthecream]

Alexander's heart lurched in an odd way he wasn't sure he liked when Rosie mentioned finding a 'good purpose' for him. The sick, ugly part of him begged, Yes. Use me. I want to be good for you. But to indulge that line of thinking would be a betrayal unto himself.

Instead, he decided to turn on the charm. Alexander had no idea if Rosie was watching him, if she was even able to, but he still made the effort to ruffle a hand through his dark curls, his Cheshire Cat grin snapping properly into place.

"Oh yes, I'll be the strongest demon in all of Hell and I'll be utterly at your disposal, ma chère," he proclaimed with all the mischief she'd already applied to him.

[cnnblmother]

Rosie was endeared by Alexander's bravado, in the way that someone might find a hissing kitten's attempt to be intimidating cute.

A bit of humility never hurt, though, and it would do him good to learn that before he ended up in the most prideful part of Hell.

"Only half-right, dearie. There's more to Hell than just the place you'll be in and you can only be the strongest sinner. You'd better hope you don't run into a real demon, or they might eat you right up!"

Rosie giggled to herself, "But you're spot on with that last bit! I'll have you under my thumb and I think you'll make a lovely pet."

[thesugaronthecream]

closed starter ~ @cnnblmother

context: What if there was a little more time between when Alastor (called "Alexander" here as his human name) first summoned Rosie and his death?

The dangling wooden sigils clacked softly against one another in the cool autumn breeze, the hearth crackling merrily at his back.

With a delicate fingertip, he traced a lurid path of blood through the dust of the floorboards, the inverted pentagram beginning to come to life with a hum of static and crimson glow.

This was the second time Alexander had summoned her, the elegant lady of Hell who would one day claim his soul entire, but for now had the unique honour of claiming his attention.

"Bonsoir, ma chère," * he purred, tasting the remaining viscera from his digits. "I've come to call on you again."

* "Good evening, my dear," per Google Translate

[cnnblmother]

Rosie knows who is calling to her before she can see him. It's not as though she receives much contact from the human world, this young man being the first in many years.

He's quite lucky she wasn't preoccupied with anything. Even such an intriguing pet as this wouldn't be allowed to get away with interrupting tea.

"Hello, pet." Her voice is melodic as she responds to his summoning. "Is there something you need?"

[thesugaronthecream]

Alexander wondered for a moment. What did he truly need here? Company. The thought crossed his mind unbidden. But he would not give life to the loneliness gnawing at him by speaking it into existience

"I was hoping to borrow a moment of your time, my dear," he replied, neatly glossing over the 'pet' moniker. "I was hoping... perhaps you could regale me with a little knowledge of the afterlife. What is it like in your part of Hell?

[cnnblmother]

Perhaps this could be entertaining. There were a number of interesting reasons that this human could be asking about Hell.

Normally, Rosie would have assumed it was something to do with regret, nervous anticipation, fear. A poor soul realizing the consequences of their choices and becoming afraid of what awaited them.

That didn't seem right, though. This one wasn't the usual spineless sort.

"Curiosity killed the cat, my friend," she hums thoughtfully, considering her next words. "My quaint little corner is quite nice, if I do say so myself. I keep my people in line, they keep my town from becoming a filthy mess like the rest of Hell."

Maybe honesty is the best policy, at least for now.

[thesugaronthecream]

Alexander watched the haunted radio with curious attention as he shifted to sit cross-legged on the floor, his chin perched in a cupped palm.

"Towns, you say?" he drawled. "I had no idea Hell was such a reflection of life on Earth. Makes you wonder what the point of it all is."

With his other hand, he idly traced a finger through the grime, careful not to disturb the circle of magic.

"Is that what you'd want from me, then? To be a part of 'your people'? I hate to disappoint, but I'm not really built to be an enforcer of any kind."

No, his wiry frame and relatively short stature got him into more trouble than out of it.

[cnnblmother]

"Well, don't you think a place full of dead humans from Earth might end up looking at least a little like Earth, dear?"

It's always fun to remember how clueless humanity is about Hell. They haven't a clue that it's truly a whole other world. But Rosie digresses; a geography lesson can wait.

Clever as he may be, it really wasn't a good idea for Alexander to have made that deal without knowing details. A predictable naivety for such a prideful soul, but a dangerous lack of caution nonetheless. Lucky for him that Rosie was one of the more charitable demons he could've met.

"You'd be more than welcome in the colony, but I don't expect you to be one of it's permanent citizens. I think you're much too cheeky, I can't have you causing trouble in my streets," she says, tone betraying something akin to fondness.

Rosie really doesn't want any mischief in her streets, but that doesn't mean she won't be pleased to see it in other parts of the city.

"And don't you worry about what you'll do for me, I'm sure I'll find a good purpose for you, darling," she adds.

[thesugaronthecream]

closed starter ~ @cnnblmother

context: What if there was a little more time between when Alastor (called "Alexander" here as his human name) first summoned Rosie and his death?

The dangling wooden sigils clacked softly against one another in the cool autumn breeze, the hearth crackling merrily at his back.

With a delicate fingertip, he traced a lurid path of blood through the dust of the floorboards, the inverted pentagram beginning to come to life with a hum of static and crimson glow.

This was the second time Alexander had summoned her, the elegant lady of Hell who would one day claim his soul entire, but for now had the unique honour of claiming his attention.

"Bonsoir, ma chère," * he purred, tasting the remaining viscera from his digits. "I've come to call on you again."

* "Good evening, my dear," per Google Translate

[cnnblmother]

Rosie knows who is calling to her before she can see him. It's not as though she receives much contact from the human world, this young man being the first in many years.

He's quite lucky she wasn't preoccupied with anything. Even such an intriguing pet as this wouldn't be allowed to get away with interrupting tea.

"Hello, pet." Her voice is melodic as she responds to his summoning. "Is there something you need?"

[thesugaronthecream]

Alexander wondered for a moment. What did he truly need here? Company. The thought crossed his mind unbidden. But he would not give life to the loneliness gnawing at him by speaking it into existience

"I was hoping to borrow a moment of your time, my dear," he replied, neatly glossing over the 'pet' moniker. "I was hoping... perhaps you could regale me with a little knowledge of the afterlife. What is it like in your part of Hell?

[cnnblmother]

Perhaps this could be entertaining. There were a number of interesting reasons that this human could be asking about Hell.

Normally, Rosie would have assumed it was something to do with regret, nervous anticipation, fear. A poor soul realizing the consequences of their choices and becoming afraid of what awaited them.

That didn't seem right, though. This one wasn't the usual spineless sort.

"Curiosity killed the cat, my friend," she hums thoughtfully, considering her next words. "My quaint little corner is quite nice, if I do say so myself. I keep my people in line, they keep my town from becoming a filthy mess like the rest of Hell."

Maybe honesty is the best policy, at least for now.

[cnnblmother]

Hello Ma'am

Do you have any good recipes?

Quite a few! I outta write a recipe book, as it stands the only person I've shared my tricks with is Alastor...

[thesugaronthecream]

What tricks, you may ask~? HAH! ł'ⱠⱠ ₦ɆVɆⱤ ₮ɆⱠⱠ

[thesugaronthecream]

closed starter ~ @cnnblmother

context: What if there was a little more time between when Alastor (called "Alexander" here as his human name) first summoned Rosie and his death?

The dangling wooden sigils clacked softly against one another in the cool autumn breeze, the hearth crackling merrily at his back.

With a delicate fingertip, he traced a lurid path of blood through the dust of the floorboards, the inverted pentagram beginning to come to life with a hum of static and crimson glow.

This was the second time Alexander had summoned her, the elegant lady of Hell who would one day claim his soul entire, but for now had the unique honour of claiming his attention.

"Bonsoir, ma chère," * he purred, tasting the remaining viscera from his digits. "I've come to call on you again."

* "Good evening, my dear," per Google Translate

[cnnblmother]

Rosie knows who is calling to her before she can see him. It's not as though she receives much contact from the human world, this young man being the first in many years.

He's quite lucky she wasn't preoccupied with anything. Even such an intriguing pet as this wouldn't be allowed to get away with interrupting tea.

"Hello, pet." Her voice is melodic as she responds to his summoning. "Is there something you need?"

[cnnblmother]

Rosie, my dearest, I hope you don't mind me calling on you again~ I've brought you a new offering as well, I imagine the blood of a very naughty young man is like a fine wine to those in Hell~

x @thesugaronthecream

(OOC // Would you care to write a little? Perhaps if there was a little more time between when Alastor made his deal with Rosie and when he died? Or that Alastor had to summon Rosie a few times before the deal was struck? Whichever you prefer!)

If you plan on bringing me such lovely gifts every time, then I certainly don't mind you keeping in touch, pet!

[scary-bambi]

Alastor!

Why am I just now finding out you've got yourself a little lovebug? And the King of Hell himself, of all fellas? My goodness, we need to chat over tea. You must tell me everything.

-🌹(@cnnblmother)

Oh yes! I have much to tell you Rosie Dear! Trust me, you’d absolutely love him. Hes a sweetheart honestly.

[cnnblmother]

He must be quite the special man to have won your attentions, my deer.. He had better treat you well, or he'll have the whole colony to answer to. Oh, you could bring him down here some time! Wouldn't that be wonderful!

[scary-bambi]

He is Rosie dear. and i don’t believe he would purposely do something to harm me, so no need to call upon the colony. Ill have to see if he wants to come down sometime.

[cnnblmother]

Any friend of yours is a friend of mine, pet. You and your beau are welcome in Cannibal Town any time.

[scary-bambi]

Not your pet anymore dear~ If I take him to Cannibal Town I will have to warn him about the gore. I’ll also probably have to bring him along a non-human meat meal.

[originofsin]

Come now, I'm sure you could convince him to participate in your interests, dearie. He's hardly human so it wouldn't be cannibalism for him, perhaps that would make it more acceptable? And I'll ask my darlings to behave for such a special guest, don't you worry.

[scary-bambi]

Mod: you reblogged this on the wrong acc btw lol

[cnnblmother]

The way I'm not eveb gonna bother fixing it.

Second time I did that in one day, too.

[kryburg]

more hazbin brainrot

[terikanae]

[cnnblmother]

Hello Ma'am

Do you have any good recipes?

Quite a few! I outta write a recipe book, as it stands the only person I've shared my tricks with is Alastor...