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It's always interesting to see the difference between the sketches and the finished piece of art... I just need to catch up and draw the commission debts. Just know that I have the best clients. Thank you so much for your patience.

While there are no updates, I'll spoil this thing. Today I'll be sitting over the debts on orders. And the next 3-4 days too. In short, I have strength. :") it's more alive here - > https://t.me/skar_arts

While my tablet is not in a working condition, I have put together this sticker pack for RadioRoses, which will go into the box later

Finally, I can publish a full-fledged art with Millie for the zine in the form of the game "Mafia". Millie is one of two "Lovers" cards. Funny thing is that if one dies, the other dies too.

What do you think about Husk originally being thought of as russian? (Vivzie said it in a stream once, but we don't know if it's still canon!)

Oh, that’s an interesting question!

As you might understand, I myself am Russian. So I will answer from the perspective of someone who is Russian, knows about many stereotypes, and how amusing headcanons about characters who could theoretically be Russian can be.

For me, this headcanon about Hask is incredibly funny. Well, you know, he’s all grumpy, with an interesting accent and voice, always drinking, dissatisfied, but it’s in his conversations with Angel that he reveals himself as a deeper and somewhat sympathetic character. And, in fact, he would fit perfectly into this headcanon regarding the interplay between stereotypes and reality.

Many Russian people from my generation (the late '90s generation) are quite empathetic, soft, kind, and caring individuals. Yes, in Russia, it’s not customary to smile all the time (unless you are in a job that requires direct interaction with people, like in the food service industry), but know that if a Russian person smiles at you, in 90% of cases it will be genuinely sincere.

I can also say that I really like how Hask reacts to the events around him overall. If you pay attention to his expressions throughout the series, the headcanon that he could be Russian or have Russian roots takes on new colors. :DDDD

Overall, I really like this headcanon. It would be funny if Viv actually kept it in the future, but as practice with leaks has shown, not everything she initially said and planned remains canon...

We need to talk…

Good day to everyone, and I have a serious conversation with you… I've realized that I am a very sensitive person. Not long ago, just under a month ago, I experienced a strong emotional shock that I still can't recover from. And, unfortunately, it is now affecting my creativity. I can no longer create art for myself about RadioRoses. Not at all. The thing is, I am the type of person who builds strong associative connections. And right now, those connections are such that RadioRoses will remind me of the person from whom I received this emotional shock. So… I am forced to announce that in the coming months, I will not be creating anything new related to this ship. I will only finish the gift boxes that my friend and I started preparing about a month and a half ago. So… I apologize if this post upsets you in any way. But I needed to say it.

It's so beautiful🥹 Please post this on AO3 I beg!

Now I really think about it…

A Brief Introduction to the AU Story of “Hazbin Hotel” - “Valley of Forgotten Voices”

I realized that it’s worth writing a short article with some lore regarding this AU. The lore part is quite extensive, and without explanations, it would be completely unclear what’s happening and what the differences are from the main storyline known from the series so far.

Let’s start with the two main characters of the AU:

Alastor Hartfelt and Anna Cliff.

Let’s begin with the one who is more familiar to people, namely Alastor.

Alastor Hartfelt:

1897 - 1930 (33 years old)

In the AU plot, he is quite a… specific character.

To begin with, Alastor had mixed roots, which was considered unethical at the beginning of the 20th century, resulting in prejudice towards him from an early age.

A tyrant father and a loving mother - two extremes of the family that pursued Alastor from birth, forcing him to realize at a young age that there was no such thing as justice.

One of his small hobbies was setting ants on fire and dissecting frogs to distract himself from the domestic scandals.

Almost every day, when young Alastor returned from his walks, he was met at home by his mother’s screams, his father’s anger, and constant accusations that she had given birth to an abomination.

While this affected Alastor somewhat at the age of 7, by the age of 10 it had become an ordinary reality. After all, there is a wonderful expression: one can get used to anything. And so he got used to it.

When his father was not at home, Alastor could spend time with his beloved mother, who not only tried to raise her son to be a true gentleman but also, as much as she could afford, educated him and instilled in the boy a love for cultural foundations from her side.

And perhaps everything would have continued in its own way until 1907, when foreigners moved into a long-forgotten house on their small street.

A short woman of quite advanced age, and with her a little girl, about 4-6 years old.

It was from this moment that the differences in the formation of Alastor’s personality began.

Differences:

Due to Anna’s presence in his life, Alastor developed a sense of responsibility for another person’s life and pedagogical skills, since Anna barely knew English when grandmother Pelageya brought her to New Orleans. (The part about Anna will clarify why she did this.)

Alastor learns to be more agile and protect not only himself but also Anna. They were something of outsiders in the area where their homes were. A Creole and a Russian fugitive - it sounded more like some kind of anecdote, but that was their reality.

From the age of 13, Alastor becomes deeply involved in Voodoo culture and often resorts to it throughout his life, having faith in the supernatural and having witnessed such things.

At the age of 17, Alastor kills his father, planning it for a year. The boy manages to play on all his parent’s sins and make it seem that no one even suspects him. However, he was sure until the end of his days that his mother knew perfectly well that the father did not disappear without a trace, but her own son had a hand in it.

Until the age of 20, Alastor persistently tries to establish authority, perfect his speech, simultaneously helping Anna find herself, considering the girl as a younger sister for whom he is responsible. This attitude towards the girl will persist until his death.

When the man manages to break into radio broadcasts and become a rising radio host, gaining popularity at an excellent pace, thanks not only to his pleasant timbre and accent, show presentation, but also his appearance - he manipulates to get Anna a position as his assistant to be sure that the girl will always be nearby, in sight, and not get into trouble with her kind heart.

Alastor is a true gentleman. He never raises his voice at ladies, no matter how much they provoke him or annoy him with their presence. The only exception was Anna behind closed doors, and even then, more for educational purposes rather than actually trying to offend the girl.

To some extent, he could be called an avenger. He tried never to kill girls, and 90% of his victims were men. However, if it involved child abuse or some particularly cruel acts, he wouldn’t hesitate to commit such killings. This code of his was formed over years of observing how cruel life actually is and how there really is no such thing as justice in it.

Throughout all the years, he only had a couple of mistakes. In one of those instances, Anna learned the truth about the “Night Avenger.” However, despite all the tears and attempts to persuade her friend to stop doing this… she accepted his point of view and stepped back. At the same time, Alastor began to notice a strange and not particularly friendly sparkle in his “sister’s” eyes, but he never really paid attention to it.

Alastor did everything to ensure that his mother and Anna, after the death of the latter’s grandmother, lacked nothing, trying to give them the maximum benefits he could afford. He also tried to protect his family from gossip and attacks by journalists who repeatedly tried to dig up dirt on him first and foremost.

On the day of his death, Alastor made a mistake. He wasn’t too careful and deviated from his usual, safe route to check a recent body he had buried at the junction of a swampy area and a dense forest. That’s how he got a bullet in the forehead when a sloppy, slightly drunk hunter mistook him for a deer in the twilight and shot him. Anna took Alastor’s broken glasses, keeping them with her always until her own death.

Alastor made a deal in this AU as well, but not with Rosie, but directly with the Loa spirits. Rosie, in this AU, is his close friend, just like Anna.

Alastor, having entered Hell and taking advantage of the fact that he was already quite powerful, having gathered some powers and souls during his lifetime, tried to quickly secure a significant place for himself in order to protect himself.

His new demonic appearance constantly causes him trouble - from reactions to sounds, smells, and other things, to a constant state of terror deep within his soul. His perpetual, forced smile helps to hide these details well. When Niffty came under his command, he personally asked her to sew his smile shut with bright green thread, like a doll's, so that even when he was terribly scared and in pain, he could still smile. Niffty keeps this secret deep within her heart, although Alastor believes she has forgotten about it over the years.

Due to a strange turn of events (explained in the Anna section), Alastor did not recognize Anna when he met her in Hell, although he did recognize Mimi. For a long time, he mistook the girl for just another careless soul who wanted his protection in exchange for their own soul. He did give her that protection, but there were times when he would lash out at her. He learned the truth about this situation under very unpleasant circumstances and felt an immense sense of guilt towards his friend, as well as feelings of resentment and anger towards Rosie, since she knew the truth.

At the moment, this is the main list of differences from the main storyline regarding Alastor. I believe that any new element has a butterfly effect. In this AU, Anna and her grandmother appear in his life, which, accordingly, made some changes to his life, personality, and choices.

Anna Cliff:

1901 - 1938 (37 years old)

Let's begin with Anna herself.

The girl barely remembers her childhood in Russia, as her grandmother took her to New Orleans at the age of 6, but she never forgot her native language. This later developed into a rather interesting and peculiar accent, which she could control with age, but each time she did so, she felt like she was hiding a part of herself.

Anna does not use her real surname. Cliff is the name she was given when moving to another country. At birth, she was Anna Pavlovna Volkova. During her lifetime, only her grandmother, Alastor, and his mother knew her real surname, for which the first one sometimes laughed and called the little girl a careless little wolf cub.

Anna's grandmother took the girl away 10 years before the great revolution in the Russian Empire, as the woman believed in the supernatural (receiving certain signs that something very bad was about to happen) and was not foolish herself. Being at the head of her branch of the court, she understood perfectly well that, sooner or later, despite the good deeds of the tsar, something very large and bad would happen.

With her granddaughter in tow, Pelageya organized an arson of the estate, preparing for it for quite a long time, and then fled to New Orleans, taking the little girl with her. For everyone in Russia, they were dead, as bodies were planted in the burned buildings, in their private rooms.

Anna herself grew up... an interesting girl.

When she first met Alastor in their new place... she understood almost nothing. She just stood there, blinking and smiling broadly, trying to hide her embarrassment at her lack of understanding. She only had basic knowledge of French, as the little noblewoman had been taught since the age of three. As for English... it was a wilderness.

Alastor was surprisingly keen to kill time anywhere but at home while his father was there. So he took it upon himself to teach the girl English as best as he could. 

Over the years, their casual acquaintance developed into a strong friendship, even resembling that of close family members. The girl, albeit talented yet shy and embarrassed, showed good progress in her understanding of the arts, reading, and dancing. However, she was kept away from the arts altogether, not only because she was a foreigner but also because she was a girl. 

As a result, Anna focused more on any work she could find, from volunteering in medical institutions to any part-time job she could get. Her workaholism and desperate desire to help both her grandmother and her friend pushed her to become stronger, exhibit discipline towards herself, and so on. 

Her rare mutation, specifically the rapid loss of melanin in her hair structure, became especially noticeable as she aged, with prominent gray strands appearing against her chestnut hair, adding a touch of exoticism to her appearance.

By the age of 24 or 25, Anna learned Alastor's secret. Her close friend had been committing murders for many years, targeting those he believed were polluting the lives of ordinary people. 

All attempts to dissuade her friend and instill in him the importance of compassion, that this was not the way, yielded no results. However, during rare evening conversations about this topic, Anna increasingly found herself thinking that... she agreed with her friend.

This realization settled deep within her when Anna was about 27 years old. That evening, in an alley, she was nearly raped by two men. She was already prepared to pray to all the gods to protect her body from disgrace, but that very evening, by a stroke of luck, Alastor happened to meet her on her way home. He barely made it in time. 

Seeing what condition Anna was in after the altercation—the trickle of crimson blood from her broken nose and the spark that flashed in her friend's eyes—Alastor could only swear in that moment that deep inside Anna was hiding "it." That very feeling of cruelty mixed with a desire for justice. 

Unfortunately, this incident was forgotten within a few weeks when life returned to its mundane course.

For the next few years, until Alastor's death, everything was relatively quiet but stable. A normal life with work, secrets, dinner parties, stacks of paperwork, and helping her friend prepare for his shows.

However, everything changed when... Alastor was accidentally killed.

At that moment, Anna's false sense of justice shattered completely. Even though a thought crossed her mind that perhaps this was punishment for Alastor from fate itself for how he had used his life, skills, and voodoo magic, that thought faded when she learned who the negligent hunter was.

One of the city's big shots, who, for fun, could drunkenly shoot his own subordinates, break their bones, and inflict deep wounds with a hunting knife. The one who constantly raised his hand against his own wife and children. The one who was dishonest in every way possible.

At that moment, Anna broke. Her morals, her past values, her former principles—all of it collapsed like a house of cards that she had built over many years.

Anna transformed as a person quite rapidly and in fits and starts. First, she took on the responsibility of looking after Alastor's mother (in this AU, she survives her son), tending to her as if she were her own. Second, Anna did everything she could to keep Alastor's secret hidden—that the avenger, the serial killer, was indeed him. (The truth would only be revealed after Anna's own death when her diaries, personal belongings of some victims, and remnants of voodoo magic paraphernalia used by Alastor would be discovered in her home.)

Additionally, the girl... decided to seek revenge. To take revenge on that very hunter. The preparation for revenge took just over a year.

Since the girl herself was familiar with weapons, traps, and the principles of hunting from childhood, thanks to a friend, she had no trouble in just a few months thoroughly studying the area of the forest where the hunter appeared most frequently during the season.

Further on... it got more complicated. The girl devised a system of markings on the traps so that she wouldn’t accidentally get caught in them. She personally had to check all of them, almost injuring her legs in the iron jaws a couple of times. From there, things escalated.

Anna often appeared at the library and, under the pretense of working on another article, discreetly collected information about poisons, researching how various substances could affect living organisms, bit by bit.

Small experiments on animals and rodents yielded results - a toxin capable of causing paralysis while leaving the sensation of touch intact. A side effect was the rapid clotting of blood, which proved to be only an advantage for Anna.

On the fateful day, Anna was ready. Completely. And she waited. Patiently waited for the cry of pain. It happened after a few hours.

The hunter lay on the ground while two of his dogs ran around barking desperately. Anna, wearing a mask of sympathy and pretending she had stumbled upon the scene by chance, acted as though she was going to help him. However, she was merely inching closer to the rifle, intending to mercilessly shoot the barking dogs and strike the suffering man with the butt of the gun.

It took her about half an hour to drag him a little further away, closer to the marshy area where she would carry out her revenge.

Forcefully, she poured the poison down the man's throat and brought him back to consciousness. Then she tortured him. She tormented him until he finally breathed his last. Everything from minor cuts to the severing of ears and finger phalanges was employed. Until the empty eyes of the man stared ahead, and the body stopped even writhing under the whistle of his fading breath.

That day, Anna fully understood that she no longer believed in fairness in this world. And she would never believe in it again.

Three years later, Alastor's mother passed away. Anna was the only one to see her off on her final journey. The woman fell victim to illness and a deepening depression after the loss of her son.

For the rest of her days, Anna engaged in... not entirely legal activities, trying to make do as a con artist.

Until one day, retribution caught up with her.

The children of that very hunter grew up and, through a chain of connections, found the murderer of their father - Anna. And they dealt with her brutally.

That evening, Anna was returning home in her favorite fox fur coat - not particularly thick, with an elegant color, which contrasted beautifully with her now fully gray hair.

The tired girl had been losing her caution more and more over the past year. And she cursed herself more for her own actions.

She was pulled from her deep thoughts when she felt something splashed on her too suddenly. And then - heat.

Unbearable heat that spread throughout her body made her scream in agony and try to extinguish the flames in any way possible. However... all her attempts were in vain. The last thing Anna remembered before her death... was excruciating pain and the faces of a young man and woman, looking at her just as she had looked at the hunter years ago - with a gaze of satisfaction borne of vengeance.

Upon arriving in Hell, Anna was struck by a few things. 

First - Hell exists. 

Second - in the seven years of her life in the world of the living, Alastor had managed to establish a significant position among the Overlords, gaining influence and... changing. The way he was described, his actions, and how ruthlessly he killed other Overlords to climb the ladder of influence was nothing like the person Anna knew. And that frightened her.

But she also didn’t particularly want to interfere in his new life, a life after death. Therefore, she made the decision to avoid crossing paths with him under any circumstances for as long as possible. Anna took the name "Silvana," lived not in luxury, but rather scraped by from one menial job to another among the souls of the damned, until the next cancerous day came a few years later.

Valentino noticed the little, attractive fox who could persuade and seduce customers in a small bar. Despite the fact that the sinner often wore a mask, and her tone of voice frequently changed from her persona, the moth thought that such a specimen would be a nice addition to his growing "crew" of prostitutes. He encourages the girl's replacement to set her up—by breaking expensive bottles, blaming it on Anna, and forcing her to seek help. However, the replacement didn't stop at just breaking bottles; he also looted the cash register and expensive liquor.

Anna finds herself in trouble when she truly needs protection. Complete protection.

The boss threatened her, stating that he would kill her as many times as necessary until the "pathetic girl" reimbursed the losses.

At that time, Valentino appears. Both directly and through his people, he tries to deceive and persuade Anna into a contract, but the girl's intuition, coupled with the knowledge that free cheese is only found in a mousetrap, pushes her towards a difficult decision—she decides to find Alastor.

Valentino's attempts to coax her continue, while Anna desperately searches for a place where the radio demon might be. Following a lead, she learns that he is a frequent visitor in the Cannibal city. That's where she heads.

She only needs a few days to wait for him, to catch him off guard with her sudden appearance and ask for help.

Alastor, after some persuasion, agrees to help. But only through a deal for a soul, not even suspecting whose soul he is about to claim.

A clarifying point—within this AU, Alastor does not make deals with a direct contract, as his powers and their nature have changed. Thus, in the case of Angel and Valentino, Alastor could not discover Anna's true name, which will play a role later on.

For many years, Alastor was haunted by a strange feeling when he was near this girl. As if an unseen ghost from the past. However, he could not think of Anna herself—he sincerely believed that such a pure soul as his childhood friend could never end up in Hell, unaware of how his death had truly broken her and turned her inside out.

So, you have just been introduced to the primary and main storyline of this AU. I will try to share further events and other content in different formats—small text sketches, comics, and artworks.

If you've read this to the end, I would be very grateful and happy to hear your feedback on this lore article. Thank you for reading!

English version of the AU text. If you find any mistakes or anything else - please tell me!

Wow I love Anna Cliff! So like are they just friends with Al or...? If you don't mind

Ahaha, I don't mind such questions!

In fact, before death, they were actually just friends.

According to the AU story, Al was like an older brother to Anna, since they met at a very young age. (Alastor was 10 years old, Anna was 6 years old)

However! Due to the fact that Anna found a way to hide from Alastor who she was already in Hell… And after death, slightly different feelings came. Sympathy, resentment, surprise, etc. However, also because Anna outlived Alastor by seven years in the world of the living, her character underwent great changes after his death. And it was this factor that played a role in the fact that, in fact, already in death they partially got to know each other anew, discovering not only the good, but also the bad sides of each other, which they did not even suspect in life.

I haven't drawn on paper for a long time. I just slightly improved the color and light through the program. It turns out I still remember how to hold a regular pen.

I finished the art for my AU for the Hazbin Hotel. And maybe I'll start working on it properly. But who knows, as they say.

Brief explanation - this AU was written back in April-May 2024. So some details and things may not match the reality of the Hazbin Hotel canon and leaks. Please keep this in mind.

Anna Cliff is a character who was supposed to be Alastor's childhood friend and outlive him by 7 years.

So far, I don't know if it's worth covering this AU in a wide format, since there are moments in it that are at least quite cruel. Also, a small part needs to be rewritten, since I missed some details, if we talk about the actual state of affairs in New Orleans in the 20-30s. That's how things are.

Excerpt from the art (Many thanks to my friend for helping with the translation from Russian to English.)

Beneath the torrent of freezing rain, her eyes no longer held any expression. That one moment kept returning — the instant where life could be cleanly divided into before and after. That damn phone call from the police, and the hollow, skeletal conversation that followed. Yes… it all started there. It was nearly ten. The smell of a dinner gone cold lingered in the air. Anna glanced up at the wall clock, her irritation rising with each passing minute. Where was he? He had promised to come hours ago. Had it all been for nothing? Jumbled thoughts, tinged with unrest, were interrupted only by the maddening ticking of the clock — sharp, repetitive, strangely in sync with a growing sense of dread. It was getting harder to breathe. The tips of her fingers were going cold. Stop. She stood up so suddenly — as if to physically shake off the pressure — that the rickety chair toppled over, crashing to the floor, its fall drowned in the staccato rhythm of rain against the glass. “Shit…” The word left her lips too fast to even register. She exhaled sharply, crouched down with a faint pop in her knees, and fumbled to lift the fallen chair back into place. Her fingers trembled uncontrollably — numb, as if she'd just plunged her hands into a bucket of ice water. A bad sign. Still, she tried to push the thought aside, forcing herself to sit back down by the decaying frame of the window. The windowsill needed repainting — the paint had cracked, peeling in ugly splits… and somewhere in the corner, there was clearly mold. The smell always grew stronger when it rained. The shrill ring of the telephone made her flinch. Something inside screamed. Not just anxiety — a howling premonition, thick and brutal, turned her limbs to stone. For a split second her body refused to respond. But then Anna lunged forward, her shoes clicking sharply against the floor as she rushed toward the receiver. She lifted it — the metal frame rattled faintly in her hand — brought it to her ear, and said in a low voice: “…I’m listening.” “Is this Anna Cliff?” The voice was rough, male, laced with static and something colder. “Yes. And you are…?” “Commissioner Ernest Müller. May we speak with you?” And then… everything dissolved into fog. The conversation was brief. There wasn’t much to say. They simply told her that the dearest, most irreplaceable person in her life… was dead. Accidentally shot. Killed outright — like a wild animal — a bullet straight to the forehead somewhere deep in the woods. But Anna already knew. She knew the spot. Because for years now, she’d known his terrible secret. The one where the charming radio host became a nocturnal avenger — killing, hiding bodies, and carrying out silent justice. In those rare, quiet moments when they spoke about it, she had always voiced her concern. He would only laugh, half-joking, saying he didn’t believe in judgment — not in Hell, and certainly not in Heaven. How fitting. Just last week he’d turned 33. The age of Christ. And now — dead. Just like that. Tears blurred her vision. Her heart was pounding wildly, the rhythm spiraling out of control as the call ended. It had to be a mistake. A horrible joke. He’d walk through that door any moment now, grin sheepishly, and say it was all a lie. That he was fine. That it meant nothing. She looked at the door. Sniffled quietly. Nothing moved. Silence. Thick and suffocating, broken only by the rain. The truth sank in only when Anna saw his body. That pale, lifeless skin. That calm expression. That perfect, circular hole in his forehead. It hurt. God, it hurt. And then something else crept in. Slowly. Not the night — but the dark. Not sleep — but shadow. The kind that doesn’t cover the eyes, but devours the soul. As though inside you, there is a path of lit candles — and the darkness comes, and blows them out, one by one. Until there’s nothing left. It took nine days. From the moment of the call — to the moment it swallowed her whole. She whispered apologies to him in the night, hoping he could hear. Asked for forgiveness — for not stopping what

had bloomed within her, unnoticed. For letting that poisonous flower — a dark red lily — grow in the last corner of her soul where light still dared to flicker. And now it, too, had gone dark.

I sort of found it funny

One of the orders. I'm slowly giving away commission.

What do we have here?

A little spoiler for the art in the Helluva Mafia zine! (https://t.me/zine_geekchads)

( There will be more spoilers here -> https://t.me/skar_arts)

Too beautiful! I wanna eat your art!!

Damn, that's the most original compliment I've ever heard :DDDD

I decided to make a color version of the art after all...

I couldn't help myself and still drew her from that reference... But I fucking loved it.

So like... another reminder how much I love your art! Also get some well deserved rest!❤️

Thank you very much!

In fact, I have been falling apart terribly lately because I was sick for 1.5 months :с

But! Now I have recovered and am getting back into the work routine!

Finally finished! Most likely there will be an acrylic stand with this art... And, oh gods, I can finally work and draw again. :")

Finally I can show it in full!

I found a very old thing with Alastor, which I have never published anywhere... Don't ask why he became a pony at all. (I don't remember myself!)

First of all I love your drawing and also odd question, do you write?

Thank you very much for the kind words!

And yes, I write, but not in English. My native language is Russian and because I use quite… Obsolete words in writing, it would be quite difficult for me to translate any full-fledged text into English.

But! I have a wonderful loved one who volunteered to help me with this if I really want to publish the texts somewhere. Most of them are written for me in a drawer or as part of the RP. :")

Heya what's the best and worst thing about drawing radiorose?

Hmm… I wouldn't say that there is anything bad in the process of drawing. But there is another moment - slightly unpleasant skirmishes with representatives of other ships. Only this, perhaps, could be called something bad, but indirectly. (Although sometimes I get terribly confused about which side Alastor's damn monocle should be on, because in the process I often mirror the image to check it xDDDDDD )

The best thing is to enjoy the vibe of this couple. I really like RadioRoses as a dynamic - so many ways to develop. But most of all, I probably fell in love with this ship exactly when I played as Rosie in RP. (From there, I got a whole wagon of headcanons for her and Alastor.)

I like to draw their emotions, touches, I like the fact that everything can be taken both into something more romantic and into something with a taste of drama.

I really like watching other artists of this ship and recently even got to meet one in person, which I am very happy about, since we both draw art in black and white.

Honestly - I love drawing RadioRoses. I sincerely love all those who create their works based on them. And I am sincerely glad that this small ship, for the most part, is full of wonderful authors who are good both as creators and as people. And, the most favorite thing about RadioRoses is the opportunity to meet and communicate with those who love the same ship. To communicate about what can be, to draw inspiration. I have never regretted that this is one of my favorite ships.

I rarely talk about this in detail, but somewhere around April 2024 I had my own AU. And the funniest thing is that it wasn't even supposed to go into romance. But "glass"… In general, it was supposed to be a pretty sad story. True, there were several moments where, according to the original idea, this AU was supposed to work against the background of the main story. However… Considering the leaks of parts of the second season, I think I'll make it completely abstracted from the main plot. Because the holes in the plot and motivations now irritate me. :с

Finally finished this art. And, in general, I can return to active work.

However… I must admit that the story associated with this art made me think that from now on I will only accept orders in certain social networks.

I will not engage in accusations, but, still, it was not very pleasant.

In general, this art was ordered from me in Bluesky. And, unfortunately, I noticed quite late that you can’t attach images in Bluesky PMs. Actually, I informed the customer about this. However, I got out of the situation, uploaded the sketch to Google Drive and sent it to the customer. As a result… I was ignored for almost a month.

Yes, the sketch was paid, which I have no complaints about. However, it is not very pleasant when you are simply ignored and not given any feedback.

Actually… I do not want to accuse the person of anything. Maybe I was misunderstood when I pointed out that images cannot be attached in private messages. Or they thought that I was trying to deceive them somehow, although I found a way out of the situation… So I will simply perceive all this as a small experience that simply exists, with reminders for the future.

Do not perceive this post as hate or anything else. Still, I try to look at it positively and think that, after all, it was more a matter of misunderstanding. However, the very fact of being ignored is unpleasant.

Unfortunately, artists also have such stories. And I just wanted to share a little. (The situation has now been resolved.)

I wanted to try something a little more daring on Rosie... I think this type of clothing would suit her very well

I've been wanting to draw this for a long time... For me, this couple always seemed… The most romantic. But! I'm sure that Rosie is clearly leading in the dances x)

My favorites… It was from this art that I finally fell in love with this couple, and started drawing them more often.

I once made a small sketch with Charlie :3

A small spoiler for the art for "The Nightmare Before Christmas". This art will be in the virtual zine. :3