#rosa write

[mournfulroses]

Rita Dove, from On the bus with Rosa Parks; Poems; "The Venus of Willendorf,"

#lit #rita dove #poetry #writings #words #selections #the venus of wilendorf #excerpt #fragments #on the bus with rosa parks #p

[grandmoments]

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

#b99 #brooklyn 99 #brooklyn nine nine #stephanie beatriz #rosa diaz #melissa fumero #amy santiago #nerd #nerdy #nerd stuff #cool person #writing #writing things down #funny #comedy #hilarious #humor #gif #gifset #television #tv #tv show #tv series

[magnificoluvr]

— silly rosas royalty fic based on my own post

With a light sigh, Queen Amaya climbed the stairs of the Rosas castle. Earlier, she was a part of setting up for the upcoming wish ceremony, and it had taken much longer than expected due to a few minor complications. Thankfully, everything was sorted out in due time, though it admittedly exhausted Amaya. She wasn’t sure what time it was now — likely after midnight — but she was glad to finally be heading to bed. By now, she knew that her husband would likely already be fast asleep. Unlike most nights, she could fall asleep without a string of complaints about his day before the two slept; not that she minded, truly, but the silence would be appreciated this evening.

Opening the door to their shared chamber, Amaya looked to the wide bed in the middle of the room. Sure enough, a distinct figure lay snugly under the bedsheets. Feeling relieved, she stepped into the room, closing the door behind herself, and got ready for sleep.

Sitting at the edge of her side of the bed, she took a moment to gaze down at the sleeping Magnifico, who was lying on his side and facing Amaya. He looked peaceful, judging by the content expression on his face, lips slightly parted. His chest and shoulders rose with every slow breath he took in his slumber, and his hands met beside his head, one next to the other. An endeared smile on her face, Amaya lifted a hand to lightly brush away stray bangs that had fallen onto his face.

Turning her head away to yawn, she was reminded of her desire to rest. Amaya laid down and pulled the bedsheets over herself — what she could manage to gather, anyway, since Magnifico had a tendency to take them for himself while asleep. Turning to face Magnifico, she reached over to his hand that was facing up and held it in her own before she let out an exhale and closed her eyes. As tired as she was, she never could fall asleep right away, and didn’t doubt that this night would be the same. Even so, she laid there for a while, silent and still. Perhaps she should have prepared tea prior to coming to bed, she thought, but it was too late now.

As it was most nights, the chamber was incredibly silent; a pin could drop and it would echo. Even the wind outside settled into quietude at this hour. That factor, combined with the moonlight gleaming softly through the window’s curtains, tended to make for a good atmosphere conducive to dozing.

When Amaya was half asleep, steadily slipping into slumber, she felt something that began to pull her out of it. After a moment, she recognized that her hand was being tightly gripped; she opened her eyes and, adjusting to the darkness, discerned that it was Magnifico’s hand that was under hers. Focusing on his face, she saw that his eyebrows were furrowed and his mouth formed a frown, with sweat beading on his forehead. His features were scrunched up as if to convey discomfort or pain, yet his eyes were closed. The concerning sight woke her instantly. She sat up, noting that his breathing had become unsteady, and freed her hand from his grasp to gently shake his shoulder.

“Mi rey?” Amaya called, keeping her voice low, in an attempt to wake her husband. This wasn’t the first time something similar had happened, but it was months ago. When Magnifico didn’t open his eyes, she nudged him again. “Mi–”

Suddenly, with a gasp, Magnifico woke with a start, springing up to be sitting. Amaya recoiled slightly, having flinched at the unexpected movement. Worry painted her face while she watched him closely. The man hadn’t seemed to notice her yet, his eyes wide with panic that darted around the room, so she put a hand on his shoulder with hesitance. He, too, flinched at the contact, but his expression softened when their eyes met.

“Oh, Amaya, darling,” Magnifico sighed, sounding relieved. His breath appeared to slow to some degree upon seeing her.

“Are you alright?” She questioned, raising her tone to match his and leaning in a little. Her hand remained firm on his shoulder, but it was clearly a caring gesture.

“I had a terrible dream.” He responded as though waiting for her to ask, looking away to stare down at the blankets. Out of sheer habit, he slicked back his messed-up hair with one hand as he recollected his thoughts. Amaya waited patiently for him to continue.

She wasn’t sure how long it had been since she came to bed. It could have been minutes or hours, there was no way to tell. Really, it didn’t matter, for any tiredness she had melted away for now. There were more important matters on her mind, like the one in front of her.

Magnifico closed his eyes, his jaw clenching. “It was like I was there again,” he started after a minute of silence, tilting his head to see Amaya once more. “In my childhood home, with my family. When everything…” He trailed off. Quieter, he instead said, “It felt so real.”

He looked incredibly vulnerable, a somewhat rare sight. Amaya wondered if he might be feeling like that scared little boy from years past. “Breathe,” she said, and for once, he inhaled deeply. The king’s gaze was trained on her. “It’s over. You’re safe now.”

“Yes, but..”

“It won’t happen again, mi rey.” She let her hand fall from his shoulder to take his hands in her own. “We built this kingdom so that would never happen again.”

He exhaled. “...Right.”

“And you are the one keeping us safe.”

Slowly, he nodded, taking her words in. His eyes flitted between hers, as if searching for something. “You’re right.”

Gently, Amaya caressed the back of his hand with her thumb. A few seconds passed before Magnifico leaned in to give her a peck on the cheek. “Thank you, my love,” he murmured while leaning back. He squeezed her hands briefly as a small smile graced his face.

As usual, she couldn’t help but smile back. Remembering that they should both be getting back to resting, Amaya tore away from his hypnotic stare to look at their entwined hands instead. “Do you need anything? Hot tea, or…?”

Magnifico let out a soft chuckle. “No, I think I’m alright.” He paused, before continuing, “Why don’t we just.. lay down, for a while?”

“That would be nice,” Amaya agreed. Their hands parted and they returned to their earlier positions. Magnifico wrapped an arm around his wife and pulled her close, and Amaya gladly returned the embrace. It felt good to be so close in the tranquil atmosphere, since it wasn’t often that the two cuddled in such a way, often more concerned with just getting a proper amount of rest for the following day. Still, it was a simple pleasure they were glad to indulge this night.

The couple settled into their embrace, each closing their eyes in preparation to return to sleep. Quietly, Magnifico took another deep breath. Although he wasn’t saying anything, Amaya could sense that his paranoid thoughts weren’t quite kept at bay. Often, it would certainly take more than a few soothing words to ease his worries, especially when it came to matters of the city, but he seemed intent on figuring it out himself.

“Mi rey?”

“Hm?”

“Everything is going to be fine. Okay?” Her voice was hardly above a whisper. She wasn’t sure how much she could do for him now, considering she could feel herself getting tired again, but she hoped it would help at least a little.

After a few seconds, Magnifico echoed her words. “Everything.. is going to be fine.” It sounded as though he was speaking more to himself. Even if there was no active threat, it wasn’t hard for him to spiral. They were both glad that Amaya was there to ground him.

Thankfully, it appeared to work well enough, as he soon fell back to sleep. It didn’t take long before Amaya followed in his footsteps, the two more than comfortable in their warm position.

Even if, perhaps, they could not prevent the happenings of the past from repeating themselves, it was certain that everything would be fine, so long as they stuck together.

In a moment like this, neither could consider any alternative.

#short and shitty but i just had to write something little for them #dawg this is my first proper fanfiction in god knows how long #king magnifico #queen amaya #wishparents #rosas royalty #disney wish #wish #might be ooc #ough #wish spoilers #? sort of. mentions his backstory #not proofread if you see any mistakes they don’t exist

[tunisian]

the things we carry and leave behind in each other

alfred tennyson, ulysses / @bakwaaas / hannah lock, hands / danny castillones sillada, those sweet and painful memories / chuck palahniuk, invisible monsters / @cerleansky / becca de la rosa and mabel martin, mabel (ep. 28): matryoshka

#web weaving #we are all part of each other #alfred tennyson #danny castillones sillada #chuck palahniuk #becca de la rosa #mabel martin #writing #quotes #ww #**

[starlightrosa]

Fizzarolli's Nerves

Summary: Fizzarolli is preparing for Mammon's yearly clown contest, and he's getting nervous, as he just has to be perfect. But all this practicing is disrupting Asmodeus's plan of relaxing with his beloved. That won't do at all.

Pairing: Fizz/Asmodeus

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Tickling, Swearing, Mind-Rotting Fluff. (Author regrets nothing.)

(My very first fic! Please be nice <3)

“You’ll do it, Fizz. You’ll be fine. You need to be perfect for Mammon. Always perfect.” the imp mumbled, practicing everything he felt he needed to practice in order to win Mammon’s clown contest for the tenth time in a row. Fizz knew the elements of the contest off by heart, having won it so many times. So everything running through that little imp’s head was covered.

Balloon animals. Pie gags. Comedy section. Singing, dancing, acrobatics. You name it, Fizz practiced it. There was certainly no shortage on what Fizzarolli could do, and he had to win. He had to be perfect.

That was how Asmodeus, King of Lust and Fizz’s loving partner- er, BUSINESS partner, found him.

“What’s the difference between a snowman and a snow-woman? The snowballs! Wait, no. More energy, I need to have lots more energy. Like, twenty seven coffees kinda energy. Okay. You got this, Fizz. You got this. Try again. What’s the difference between a snow man and a snow woman? The snowballs! Hmm, still missing something. What could I do? Maybe I could juggle? Do a pose? Maybe I could hit myself in the face with a snowball? Um… ah, think, Fizz!” the jester rambled.

Ozzie yawned as he came into the living room where Fizz was, the rooster rubbing at his eyes.

“Froggie, it’s eight in the morning. Are you seriously practicing this early in the morning? Come back to bed, babe. You’re gonna be exhausted…” Asmodeus murmured, the grand lord rubbing at his eyes.

Alas, the imp did not heed Ozzie’s warning.

“Ozzie, I have to be perfect for Mammon. If I’m not perfect, then I’ll lose! And I don’t wanna lose, that just-! Ugh. It just can’t happen, okay? I need to be perfect. I need to be better than perfect! I-!”

And that was when Ozzie got on his knees and scooped Fizz off the ground, pulling his beloved into a hug. Despite initially struggling to get out, Fizz soon relaxed and sunk his head into his lover’s chest.

“Fizzie~” Ozzie coaxed, using that voice that Fizz liked to hear. Honey rich and sweet, it always comforted Fizzarolli enough to talk about what was bothering him, and it brought Ozzie some peace of mind to be able to know what was distressing his beloved imp partner.

“Ugh. Ozz, what if I’m not good enough this year? What if I don’t win?” Fizz asked. Ozzie just chuckled.

“Fizz, you’ve won for nine times straight. Ten times this year, guaranteed. And you wanna know why you win so much? Cause you got some talent about you. Plus, Mammon says he wants the best, and we all know you’re the best he’s got. And besides, if that fat Christmas tree wants something better, he just isn’t gonna find it. Plus he won’t give the others a chance, he’ll pull the strings so you win anyway, and I’ll put money on that bullshit.”

“I need to win, Oz! And I need to practice if I want to win. Can you let me go?” Fizz asked, trying to gently pry himself out of Asmodeus’s arms. The King of Lust, however, did not budge a single bit.

“Well, I would on any other day, but I am not having my Fizzie Frog being anxious as fuck. So here’s what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna go back to bed, watch a stupid rom-com, and laugh at it, spending time with each other along the way.”

“Nice thought. But maybe later, Ozzie.” Fizz murmured. And that was when Asmodeus’s grip tightened slightly.

“I don’t think I phrased it as a question, Froggie~” Asmodeus responded, the Lord of Lust’s fingers moving slightly towards Fizz’s stomach. Fizz squirmed a little in Ozzie’s arms, already knowing where this was going.

“Ozzie, don’t you fucking dare!” Fizz yelped, biting back a smile.

“Oh, but I do fucking dare, baby~ give Ozzie that tum-tum, and I’ll tickle those worries right outta ya!” he declared, his fingers finally landing as he snuck them up Fizzarolli’s jester shirt, softly poking and scratching along Fizz’s belly.

Poor Fizzarolli had no chance to resist.

“Pffffhahahaha! O-Ozziehehehe!” Fizz giggled, gently squirming side to side in his lover’s arms, trying to gently slap Asmodeus’s tickly fingers off.

“Hands to yourself, Froggie. Don’t make me get them out of the way~” Asmodeus teased.

Fizz pouted playfully even as he struggled a bit. Rough tickles made him laugh a lot, but these soft and gentle tickles were much worse sometimes if Ozzie was the one tickling Fizz.

ESPECIALLY if Ozzie was the one tickling Fizz.

Ozzie saw the playful pout and he tutted. His Fizzy, pouting at tickles? Oh, that just would not do, no sir.

Asmodeus migrated his gentle scratches down to Fizzarolli’s hips, enjoying the squeaky laughter that slipped out of his beloved’s mouth. “Aww, someone’s squeaky. Squeaky Fizzie.”

“Hahahaha!!! A-Asmodeus, it tickles! Q-Quihihit it!” Fizzarolli managed to press out, a dark black blush adorning his cheeks. Asmodeus had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop audibly cooing at how goddamn cute his boyfriend was being.

“Not until you agree to come relax with me, Froggie. Just say that you’re done practicing for the day and these tickles will stop. How ‘bout that, huh? Seems a fair deal to me.”

“B-But I can’t stop!”

“If you can’t stop, then neither do these tickles, Froggie.” Asmodeus cooed, a wicked grin on his face as his fingers slipped up to Fizz’s torso to prove a point, beginning to gently count his beloved’s ribs. “Two. Four. Six. Eight…”

Fizzarolli was lost in snorting laughter as he felt Asmodeus’s fingers lightly working his ribs.

“Ahahahaha, hehehehe! N-Not fahahahair, Ozzie! Hahahahaha!” Fizzarolli cackled, the odd snort leaving him. For Lucifer’s sake, how could one imp be this cute? Asmodeus felt his heart squeeze in adoration with every snort that came from Fizzarolli’s mouth.

“All is fair in love and laughter, Froggie.” Asmodeus shot back.

Fizzarolli threw his head back, his jester’s hat jangling as he did so. Satan’s beard, it tickled so much!

“Aah! Ah, ah! Nohohohohahaha! Ozzie, not there! Not there, plehehehease!!” Fizzarolli begged, feeling his lover’s fingers tracing at that one spot at the crook of his neck.

Ozzie only chuckled, not stopping the traces. “I’ve not even done anything yet, Fizzie Frog. You can’t be that ticklish here, surely?” he asked, though Ozzie knew much, much differently. It was one of his little rituals he did. Before they both went to bed, Ozzie would give a gentle kiss on Fizz’s neck each night. The imp was rather ticklish on his neck though, and the feeling of Fizz slamming his face into Ozzie’s chest, trying to muffle his ticklish giggles never failed to bring a smile to the Sin’s face.

“N-No, I’m nohohohot!” Fizz lied, immediately going for the defensive move. But Asmodeus was no fool when it came to his beloved partner. Ozzie knew Fizz’s tells, just as Fizzarolli knew his.

“Is that so, Froggie? Funny, I seem to remember that you can barely handle my goodnight kisses on that neck of yours. Like, all I do is this…” he explains, landing a kiss on Fizzarolli’s neck, right into the crook of his neck with an overexaggerated “MWAH!” noise, grinning wickedly. “…And you just fall about laughing!”

Fizz, as expected, burst into hysterical giggles as he kicked his robotic legs every which way, trying desperately to not kick his beloved in the face.

“O-Ozzie! Stop it, hahaha! Stop it, that tickles, Ozzie!” Fizz cried out, a wide smile betraying his true feelings.

Then Asmodeus decided to get a little bit mean. He gently held Fizz against his chest and nuzzled the crook of his imp partner’s neck… before blowing a soft raspberry into the crook. Fizz absolutely squealed.

“EEEEEEEEK! HAHAHA, AAAH HAHAHA! SHIT, HAHA! OKAY, OZZIE, OKAY!” the ticklish little imp shrieked, going limp in Asmodeus’s arms. And that was when Ozzie knew he’d had enough.

“Thought as much, babe.” Asmodeus smirked, finally switching the mood from playful to cuddly as he stopped the tickles, his fingers softly scratching the top of Fizzarolli’s head. The imp melted under his touch as Ozzie walked back to their shared bedroom, the doors closing behind them.

Asmodeus settled Fizz under the covers with him. And soon the pair drifted off, smiles on both of their faces as the sounds of that dumb rom-com in question, Pretty Woman, played in the background forgotten by them both.

Finito! Hope you enjoyed this one :)

#helluva boss tickle #lee!fizzarolli #ler!asmodeus #ticklish!fizzarolli #helluva boss fic #tickle fic #rosa writes

[actualbird]

so ive talked about this with some of my tot friends but im starting to get....Fluffy Date Fatigue with post-anniv1 card stories, especially with luke, because his and mc's pre-relationship era was ENTRENCHED in conflict, in their opposing ideals and beliefs constantly butting heads, in luke's flaws and mc's worries causing friction in their relationship and it was from within that friction from whence a deeper bond was able to be forged, and it was incredible. but ever since they got into a relationship i feel.....bereft. the friction is gone. sure, it comes up sometimes but only rarely (off the top of my head, the ones that come to mind are SSR Dream of Benji and his 2nd anniv card SSR Orange Scent) (and this is not counting the AU cards because theyre AUs) but those are outliers. overall, their relationship has stabilized into a frictionless happy and smooth relationship. which is great! good for them! this is what i wish upon all irl relationships filled with love!

but it makes for a repetitive lineup of stories in fiction.

im not saying i want lukerosa to break up or whatever (thatd harm my heart) but...but i want that CONFLICT again. and i understand that their stabilized relationship is because of the character growth that luke underwent in his pre-anniv1 personal story arc, but even given all that, conflict can still happen in a happy relationship between two loving individuals. i feel as if ever since anniv1, we've lost the emotional stakes of their relationship. which is a damn shame, because the emotional stakes is what made me adore lukerosa in the first place. their relationship brings out everything compelling about both luke and mc's characters.

but nowadays it almost feels like tot is afraid of showing anything other than a happy perfect relationship with no relationship bumps or problems whatsoever, in card stories. which just is kinda a bummer because it does lukerosa a great disservice, imo. what made their relationship so strong is how much they had to go through to get there. and i wish that was followed through on, because maintaining a happy relationship still comes with their ups and downs, and those ups and downs would make for such wonderful stories. let them argue. let them go against each other. let their stubbornness butt heads, let their fears and worries run amok. let conflict happen again, because thats what makes the resolution so much sweeter

this is all just my own view of course tho. KJBLSKDLJFBD

#tears of themis #lukerosa #luke pearce #tot luke #xia yan #tot rosa #like....ive stopped writing analyses much these days because there simply isNT MUCH TO ANALYZE WHEN IT COMES TO CARDS #(main story is a whole other thing theres endless things to analyze there)

[humanmorph]

"This is a message to you, who listens. You must trust me, because we are friends. You just don't know it yet. "

(The Road to PARTIZAN 05 : Ech0 & dusk to midnight)

currently halfway through PARTIZAN (making my way towards palisade extremely slowly. see u guys there in a month or two) & this is to date my favourite intro Austin has done. what an great introduction to an extremely cool character

#Partizan #road to partizan #friends at the table #fatt #gur sevraq #ive been wanting to draw something for that intro ever since i first heard it but i didnt. even know who gur sevraq was at that point. #but its been On My Mind #rosa art #im fairly happy with this i had a lot of fun coming up w the composition. it felt like a puzzle bc i knew what i wanted... #the lineless artstyle is something ive been trying out more and it doesnt come easy but it is fun. (so many layers.....) #you can zoom in for details because. ofthe person i am i always have to add little lines everywhere #well i usually write kind of a lot in the tags but ive been drawing for 5 hours nonstop. my brains kind of wiped. #i havent taken my walk yet so. i will now do that #...usually id listen to more partizan but millenium break is. literally not relaxing and i need to chill a bit #might put on the new bluff. #oh one more thing every time i relisten to that intro i do a little ME? gesture i hear that first line. its fun to me #edit: ok i moved the text slightly it was bothering me ! #probably noone else will notice.

[writings-of-a-demigod]

Jake walked towards you well more like excited fast walk while trying to hide his smile, he sat down on the chair next to your desk.

Without looking at him you asked “What do you want Peralta?”

“I’m pranking someone. Want in?”

Your head wiped so fast looking at him “Who are we pranking?”

His smile got so big “Some idiots at the 6-5 precinct who made fun of Terry many many years ago and now they shall face the master of pranks.”

“Okay first you’re not the ‘master of pranks’ I am.”

He made a face.

“And second what do you have in mind? Because I sure have the perfect prank for this.” You smiled at him and he smiled back.

Terry was walking towards Holt’s office when he saw you two smiling and whispering like you’re little demons.

“Hey” he yelled to get your attention.

The two of you looked at him and stopped smiling.

“What are you two planning?” his eyebrow raised.

“Nothing” Both Jake and you said at the same time smiling at him.

He gave you one concerned look then went inside Holt’s office.

*gif doesn't belong to me*

#writings-of-a-demigod #brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn 99 #jake peralta #terry jeffords #amy santiago #rosa diaz #raymond holt #charles boyle #b99 x reader #b99 imagines #brooklyn nine nine imagines #brooklyn 99 imagines

[rosaaeles]

I really want to hear some of your odesta hcs if you have any 🙈

omg of course! here are some :)

i feel like i mentioned this in the ficnick, but i headcannon that annie waits up for finnick in his house in the victor’s village on the days when he’s coming back from the capitol. sometimes she does things to keep herself occupied in the meantime like baking or reading or knitting, and sometimes finnick gets back so late that she falls asleep waiting. when this happens, he always carries her to bed, regardless of how tired he is. he’ll put whatever she’s baked on the cooling rack, or he’ll put a bookmark in her book to save the page, and then he’ll join her :’)

after her games, it takes annie years to feel comfortable with being in water again, but she misses the ocean often and finnick is always happy to go with her. they spend countless afternoons sitting on the shore shoulder to shoulder till she’s ready to go.

finnick likes to collect seashells for annie whenever they go. he knows annie likes them, but doesn’t feel comfortable enough with moving closer to the water which is where most of the shells wash up, so instead he brings them back to her. over time she builds quite a collection of seashells, seglass, and driftwood he’s brought back to her. sometimes she likes to braid the shells into her hair. 

annie wears finnick’s clothes often when he’s away at the capitol – especially his sweatshirts and jumpers – because she likes the feeling of being wrapped up in something warm and loose that reminds her of home. when finnick realises, he starts leaving her a few before every trip. by the time he gets back, they don’t smell like him anymore, and annie has to resort to tucking herself under whatever he’s wearing.

the first time finnick hears someone in four making fun of annie, they’re in the market in d4’s main port. he and annie are making their way past stalls leisurely when he hears it. it’s an unmistakably cruel remark, and it’s probably only said because people don’t seem to think annie can hear them when they make these comments. one glance at the girl tells finnick that she definitely has. she pretends not to hear, but finnick notices her posture droop ever so slightly. the boy fixes the perpetrators with a glare ready to put them in their place, but before he can say anything, annie tugs on his hand. “can we go, finn? i just want to go.” finnick wants to tell her that if anything, the people who made the remark should leave, but annie’s gaze is pleading. generally, people don’t make many comments about annie when he’s around too, but he imagines that it must be bad when he’s not.

finnick always does his best to stifle any sound he might make when he wakes up from nightmares, unwilling to wake annie up too. somehow, she always seems to notice anyway -- they’re both quite light sleepers so it doesn’t take much to wake her up. annie almost always seems to know what finnick needs, but she always asks before initiating any type of physical contact. usually, he’s okay with it; practically falling into her arms, but when he isn’t annie limits herself to linking her pinky with his and taking deep and slow breaths until his breathing matches her own.

#im sooo self consious about writing for them bc i have more experience with everlark #but i hope u like these anon :') #i had a really good time coming up with these (see-procrastinating my assignments) so if anyone else has more odesta thoughts for me #please leave them in my inbox!! #❀ rosa replies #odesta #odesta fanfiction #finnick odair #annie cresta #the hunger games #thg

[thoscheiongallifrey]

did I restart modern DW from 9ths run IMMEDIATELY after watching that special?

maaaybe

Ah yes the classic sound of Britney Spear‘s „Toxic“ playing in 5 billion years when the planet gets roasted.

#doctor who #doo wee dooo #9th doctor #yay it feels like my messy home here #maybe I will make it through Jodie‘s run now #I know she is a great doctor #the writing was killing me though #Rosa Parks episode is however one of my favourites #I need to AT LEAST watch the thoschei episodes even when they are a mess

[mournfulroses]

Rita Dove, from On the bus with Rosa Parks; Poems; "Nightwatch. The Son,"

#lit #rita dove #poetry #quotes #writings #tw: grief #nightwatch the son #fragments #on the bus with rosa parks #p

[girlnextvore]

If you crawl back, You can come back

#my art #vampire the masquerade #I can not stop making very romantic and scary symbolic art for my vtm character who has a ....INTERESTING relationship with her sire #vtm #Rosa #Tremere #also thank you “Story writes it self” by Hail the sun for the vibe

[magnificoluvr]

what if magnifico has nightmares about his land being destroyed as a kid and amaya (hc that she’s a light sleeper) is always there to calm him down/comfort him

#with every passing day i get more delusional #i love thinking about magnifico’s paranoia he’s just like me fr #king magnifico #queen amaya #wishparents #rosas royalty #i am cringe but i am free #i wanted to write a fic about this tbh but idk … #it’d be a little more in depth if nothing else

[angheling]

Here’s a little doodle dump of Tonis I put together because I love him

#Trigun #Tristamp #Trigun Stampede #Trigun Fanart #Rosa #Tonis #Zazie the Beast #Vash the Stampede #Mishmashed whatever info on him across Tri-canons I could get ahold of with some of my own hcs #So he’s interested in sporting short spiky hair with an undercut like his 98 and Trimax counterparts did because #Tristamp Vash sports short spiky hair with an undercut and he thinks he’s so cool and he wants to be just like him #He asks his mom to buy him a real gun only to be told no like his 98 and Trimax counterparts did but he’s also asking for one #just because he wants to be more helpful to his mom as she’s progressing through her pregnancy and his dad’s no longer #around because he kept being utterly useless around the house up until the day his mom finally kicked his lazy ass out #by bringing in more or much bigger wams he ever could with his net and cage #But his mom still doesn’t want to because she wants to keep him as far away from the violence prevalent across NML especially #at his age as possible seeing as she explicitly told him to scram before going after Vash along with the rest of the town for his bounty #in Tristamp unlike in 98’ and Trimax where even the kids took part in the chase #Not very good at writing dialogue so I thought maybe I could just draw the gist of it instead dunno how I did there but that’s #basically what’s going at the bottom left and upper right corners

[katwritesshit]

character voice game

taking the open tag from @kaylinalexanderbooks !!

The phrase is "I have an itch in my back that I can't reach."

im gonna do the 🗺TFV gang because I've only rlly posted about Rosa before!!

Ashton :: *double jointed. he can reach it.*

Naomi :: Rosieee, my back itchessss

Michael :: my back is FUCKING killing me- Ash, I'll pay you to scratch it for me.

Eclipse :: whoever itches my back first gets my dessert tonight.

Rosa :: help a girl out and scratch my back?

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[actualbird]

Hey zak!

Marius is a pansexual mess, how do you think the NXX is going to react when they realize he has a massive crush on Artem's frying pan?

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Okay seriously: How do you think the NXX is going to react if they overhear Marius making a flirty comment about them?

For instance: Luke shows Marius a picture of Vyn and Marius makes a comment like "The worst thing about Vyn is how hot he is, it drives me insane."

Not knowing that Vyn was outside the room and heard that.

well first off, i want it known that everybody in the nxx actually probably has a crush on artem's frying pan, and FOR GOOD REASON. artem's kitchen utensils, tools, and appliances are of the Highest Quality and also theyre SEXY. actually, marius has a crush on the pan (artem looks really good flambe-ing stuff), luke has crush on the knives (he loves a good weapon....uh he meant kitchen apparatus, totally), mc has a crush on the pots (love is stored in the SOUP), and vyn has a crush on the stand mixer (NOT on artem, he would like to make that clear) (marius, luke, and mc dont believe him, they think this is vyn being a tsundere about how he secretly wants to hate-kiss artem into oblivion)

......sorry, what was this ask response about again? OH RIGHT

the nxx team's reactions to overhearing marius making flirty comments about them

i wont delve too much into mc because we already know how she'd react given we see it in-game whenever marius says flirty things right to her Face: she gets all blushy -> she gets unimpressed -> "MARIUS! VON!! HAGEN!!!"

and she is so cute for that. frankly, her overhearing comments like this instead of being told it outright (oftentimes with a teasing expression) would make her feel more flattered, because "oh, he really thinks im attractive? it's not just a tease to rile me up? O////O"

which brings me to

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luke, who i think would have a reaction rather similar to mc's: he overhears -> he gets all blushy -> he mentally backpedals with "OH HES JUST TEASING, HE MUST JUST BE MESSING WITH ME, HAHA, OH MARIUS, YOU JOKER!!!"

but given that this is an Overheard Instance of Flirting, luke's logic would then say "but if hes messing with you, why is he telling someone else instead of You (the person he is allegedly messing with)", to which luke would internally reply with "i dont know!! but theres no way he actually thinks im cute because!! WHAT!!! i-im not cute, im just—not that i WISH he thought i was cute, it's just! yknow!!! //frantic and aimless gesticulating" and then

vyn, walking past where luke is in the nxx hallway: what on earth are you doing there just muttering to yourself and waving your hands around?

luke: NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS //pulls out a smoke bomb from nowhere, throws it on the ground, and runs away

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meanwhile, it takes artem a While to even realize that marius was being flirty in the comment he overheard. like im imagining it was something that, if you were an Ace (as in asexual) Attorney like artem is, the comment was either innocuous or metaphorical enough that it TOTALLY flies over artem's head

until days later when artem mentions it to someone else and it's like

mc: artem. oh my god. that means he thinks youre SEXY

artem: What.

mc: like, marius was making an Innuendo

artem, ears going a bit red: W h a t.

and then he just goes silent as his brain bluescreens VKJHSFSD

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vyn is the one who would take it most in stride, and also affectionately use this against marius whenever the situation and ambiance permits. like, he'll overhear that exact line u mention in your ask and then vyn will just

stride into the room with a shit-eating grin on his face

vyn: do not let my looks distract you too much, i do need your mind working at some sort of standard of quality during our sessions

marius, mocking vyn immediately bc hes not one to back down from a bitch-off: ohhhhh look at me im vynnn i know im hot shittt~ get over yourself!!

vyn: i dont have to, seeing as you definitely are not getting over me any time soon :)

luke, watching with metaphorical popcorn: ooh, that was a good burn. sorry, man

marius: //screeches into his hands because even when vyn is being a bitch, hes STILL hot to marius. probably even HOTTER

ahh, the trials and tribulations of marius von hagen, in a team of comprised of people who are so infuriating (in different ways) but also so so pretty. VLAKJFSFA

#tears of themis #asks #roshie-writes #sorry for fixating on the literal pans but i cannot stress enough how artem's raw sex appeal goes up by 8232987698% when hes in the kitchen #tears of themis headcanons #marius von hagen #luke pearce #artem wing #vyn richter #tot rosa