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Permanent Hiatus

hello! After much deliberation I've decided to go on a permanent hiatus from this account. I will not be deleting it and i'll leave my fics up but I will no longer be posting or be active on here.

Thank you to everyone who entertained my ideas and made me feel welcome, ily very much but its time for me to go <3

Wishing you all the best,

Rosie <33

[rosepascal]

im late to the party but im so READYYYY. I love stardew/coral island so much and ik this fic is gonna be amazing!!!

Prologue

Lovesick in Jackson

Summary: You wake up from a nightmare on the way to your new life in Jackson

Word Count: 2k

tags: nightmares, fear, lost in mines, panic, injury, animal attack, dreaming, darkness, creatures in water (ew)

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The murky water sloshes at your feet, a thick layer of dirt and grime sticking to your legs. You feel like you're submerged in a dark and treacherous labyrinth, lost among the twisting tunnels of the mines. The darkness surrounds you on all sides, swallowing your body as you continue to follow the path. The air is thick and heavy, the walls closing in around you like the very earth itself is trying to reclaim your presence within its depth. You can barely see a few feet ahead, your eyes struggling to see what’s ahead.

You’re lost, alone and scared.

Your parents had often spoken to you about the dangers of the mines, that it was an unforgiving place unfit for a child to be.

And yet, here you are.

And now, as something slimy slithers and slides against your leg, an almost instinctual panic sets in as you screech at the touch.

You take a hurried step back, losing your footing and tripping over a submerged rock in the muddy water. Your legs buckle under you as you fall backwards, the water quickly filling your nostrils and smothering your senses. For a moment, you're submerged in water and you gasp, the water filling your throat with a horrible taste. You quickly push yourself up, desperately trying to maintain your composure and keep from falling back again in your panic. But the panic is starting to set in, the darkness surrounding you making it hard to see or think clearly.

The slimy creature disappears into the darkness as it sends ripples through the water, its touch sending shivers up your spine. The thought of something lurking in the darkness fills your mind with a fearful sense of dread.

You scramble to your feet, your clothes wet and dripping with the muddy water now as it clings to your skin. You try to remain calm, but the sensation of the slimy thing still lingers in the back of your mind, filling you with a terrible fear. Your breath quickens as you try to keep calm, but the darkness of the mines is beginning to weigh on your thoughts. You feel the walls closing in around you, the thick murkiness of the murky water seeming to grow thicker and more dense with each passing step. Your body tenses as you inch ever so slowly deeper in.

You want your mom, want her to pick you up and tell you everything will be okay. But she’s not here and you’re alone.

The faint and feeble light from the lantern above flickers, its light growing dimmer as a hissing sound fills the air around you. A moment later, the flame is fully extinguished, and you find yourself enveloped in complete darkness. You're left blinded.

You call out for your mom, your small voice trembling and not strong enough to reach the ears of another human that might be in the mines.

You reach out with your hands, feeling the walls of the mine on either side of you as you try to move forward. But as you do, you feel the rough and jagged edges of the rocks scraping and tearing at your skin. You can feel small cuts and scratches forming on the surface of your palms, the pain adding to the growing sense of panic inside you. The fear inside your mind is starting to overwhelm you as you continue to move in the pitch-black surroundings.

Your hand, still guided by the wall's surface, suddenly slips off as you find yourself at the entrance of another corridor. Your foot almost trips over the sudden stop on the wall's surface, almost causing you to stumble and fall. The shift throws you off even more, the sudden transition from a confined space to a wider one filling you with a mix of fear and uncertainty. The walls around you seem to grow quieter and darker as the space slowly opens up, like it was waiting for you to enter.

So you do.

And you shouldn’t have.

You climb up into the new space, grateful to feel the solid surface of dry rocks beneath your feet. The water doesn't reach this level of the mine, and the ground feels firm and stable. But the darkness of the mine remains, its shadows still present as the narrow walls and ceiling above you seem to close in on you once again. The silence of the mine seems even thicker than before, the faint sounds of the water from the other side a sharp contrast to the dryness of this path.

You smile until the ground disappears beneath you.

You’re falling.

Your back slams on the hard surface of the ground, the sudden impact sending a wave of pain through your body. You open your mouth to scream but instead are left gasping for air, your lungs caught by the suddenness of the impact. You can feel the pain from the impact throughout the entire back of your body, the sharpness of the pain threatening to overwhelm you. You feel your breathing grow shallow and irregular, the air seeming to catch in your throat and fill your lungs with discomfort.

The roof of the cavern seems to swirl and twist, the darkness filling your mind with a strange and disorienting sense of haze. In the distance, you see bright lights from small lanterns that are attached to the walls and the ceiling, hanging almost as if to guide you along in this darkness. The strange lights burn your eyes, the lights from the lanterns glowing so brightly that they seem like lights from another world. You see the lights hanging down and feel your feet sliding back onto solid ground as you slowly stand and step towards the light.

If there are lights down here, there should be people, right?

You don’t get a chance to find out as a deep growl haunts the area to your right. You can feel the air shift, hear the ominous creature breathe the same air as you.

You don’t want to look.

You shouldn't look.

You look.

Your eyes are drawn towards a pair of dark eyes that meet your own, its gaze seeming to devour you and pierce you to your core. It seems to almost toy with you, slowly sauntering towards you with a graceful and predatory movement. The eyes are cold and unrelenting, filling you with an uneasy sensation as it draws ever closer. You feel like a helpless prey in the presence of a predator, a feeling that's only reinforced by the dark shadows of the room and the menacing glare of the eyes.

You’re frozen in place as the creature advances towards you. It sneers, spit spraying on the ground beneath it.

Is this how Little Red Riding Hood felt as she looked into the wolf’s eyes?

Fear rises and catches in your chest and you feel like you’re drowning on it. You want to scream. You want to cry. You want to run. But you do none of those things. You stand there helplessly as you watch your death crawl towards you.

If you were older, maybe you would have done something to save yourself. If you were older, you would have listened to your parents about the dangers of the mines.

But you’re only six.

When it jumps towards you, only then do you scream.

"Good evening passengers, our next stop will be at nine-fifteen at Jackson Station. Please ensure that you have all your belongings with you before you exit the train." The overhead speaker squawks to life once more, the announcement shattering the quiet stillness of the cabin. You sit up in your seat, blinking and still trying to shake off the effects of a reoccurring nightmare.

A small line of drool drips down the window, clinging to the glass from where your face had been resting during the restless sleep. You quickly wipe it off with the sleeve of your jacket, embarrassed at the small spot of saliva left from your slumbering mouth. You are alone in this tiny cabin, but you still feel the embarrassment of the wet spot appearing so visible against the glass.

You sit back in your seat with a sigh, picking up the folded letter beside you. The dim orange light above you flickers, casting the compartment in a semi-darkened atmosphere as the light seems to come and go as it pleases.

You reach over to turn on the small sconce beside the door for extra light, only for nothing to happen when you flick the switch. You flick the light a few extra times as if it would magically turn on.

You groan in frustration, mumbling about the amount of money you paid for a ticket. 

Leaning back into your seat, you squint your eyes and attempt to read the letter again despite the strain on your eyes. The dull light casts the letters in strange shadows, you find yourself having to squint even harder in order to be able to properly read the words.

My Dearest Granddaughter, It has been far too long since we have spoken but know that a day has not gone by that I have not thought of my darling granddaughter. I only knew you for a small percentage of your life but I cherish those years more than anything. Having you and your parents in town meant more to me than you will ever know and I regret it not lasting longer. It is with that, when I pass on from this world: the farm belongs to you. I know this must come as a shock as I barely know you now that you’re an adult but you loved the farm more than I did when you were a child and it only seems right for it to go to someone who will take care of it with the same amount of love I did. If you have grown up and the love for the farm has died along with me, I only hope you at least visit the farm before you decide what to do. If you wish to sell, you can, but something tells me you’re still the little girl who would climb the peach trees for the best fruit your little eyes could see. With the farmstead, I also leave you some of my savings to help with restoring the farm as I am unsure how long I will have been in the hospital before you get this letter after my passing. The keys have been left with the Mayor of Jackson, Maria, a close friend of mine. Once you arrive at the station, make your way over to the town hall and she will help you with anything you need. I love and miss you more than you know. Grandma Rose.

When the letter first arrived, you had been both confused and shocked. Confused that someone you barely know would give you the keys to their beloved farm and shocked that your parents forbade you to go.

You bought train tickets and quit your job the next morning.

There was something exciting about dropping everything and moving across the country to start a new life, but also something equally terrifying.

The soft glow from a town in the distance catches your eye, its presence settling into the valley. You assume it to be Jackson, the town appearing as a small collection of bright lights that seem to shimmer as the night goes on. The full moon shines brightly from above, its light reflecting on the open countryside and the waters that surround one side of the town.

It’s beautiful. 

You begin to pack your carry on as the lights shine through the window, the brightness filling the otherwise dim cabin with a soft glow. You find yourself feeling a small smile on your face. You swing your bag over your shoulder, taking in this small, peaceful moment as you grab your grandmother's letter and tuck it into your jacket pocket.

As you turn and open the sliding door to your small cabin, you can’t help but think that this was the right thing to do.

You can only hope.

Click here for Chapter one

Notes

okay so the little prologue is out, i hope you like it! I have so many plans for this fic (sorry to everyone that i've been blabbering about this too) (i'm not sorry) Also im writing on a new software so if you notice any paragraph structure errors or just errors in gerneral, it's not me i swear.

tags: @jupiter-soups @anavatazes @ruthyalva96

If you want to be tagged, please comment on the masterlist for this series and I will add you. If you want to be taken off, please DM so i don't miss your request.

Every comment, like and reblog means the world to me. please let me know your thoughts about this, i want to ramble about this story so much.

[rosepascal]

coming back for a brief moment to tell everyone that they should check out this upcoming series!!! Im so excited for it and as an avid farming sim gamer myself it's gonna be amazing <333

Lovesick in Jackson Masterlist

A Coral Island / Stardew valley AU of TLOU

Summary

Travelling across the country to the small, country, coastal town of Jackson with a population no more than 300, sounded like a good idea when you recieved an inheritance letter informing you that your grandmother has left you her farm in her passing.

But now as you stand in front of the abandoned and crumbling farm, you think you may have bitten off more than you can chew.

Lucky for you, there's a note on the door from a rancher named Joel, letting you know he's happy to help with restoring the farm.

A little help wont hurt, right?

Pairing: Rancher!Joel x Farmer!FemReader

this series is dedicated to rosie (@toxic-seduction) as this would not exist without her.

Current Tags

will add important tags here as each chapter is posted. Each chapter will have their own tags and warnings - if there are any.

If I miss any tags, please let me know

Rancher!Joel // TLOU AU - Coral Island/Stardew Valley // Nightmares //

Master List - Ongoing Series

Current Word Cout: 2k

Prologue // 2k

Chapter one: Comming Soon

If you want to be added to the tag list, please comment on THIS post and i'll make sure to add you. If you want to be taken off the tag list, please dm me so I don't miss your request.

[rosepascal]

#watch the curl bounce

Pedro Pascal with Access Hollywood

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal gif #pedro pascal edit #pedro pascal interview

[rosepascal]

this is so fucking cute oh my GOD

i love ur art style sm and if ur willing i wanna commission something

So, little known fact about me - sometimes I like to draw...

Javi G & Teddy 🖤

Now, I am in no means a seasoned artist of any kind, and this is my first ever attempt at digital art. (I'm ususally a coloured pencils and paper kinda girl.) It's not perfect, I have a lot to learn in terms of blending and using digital brushes etc... but I'm quite happy with this lil' cutie, and it's been fun doodling away.

I used the Sketchbook App to draw and colour, and Canva to edit. I looked at lots of different body poses from Pinterest for shapes and reference. I also picked some of his clothes from the film.

Some progress pics below:

🖤

[rosepascal]

Alright my next fic will be soulmate au joel!!

ty all for voting <3

WIP Wednesday Thursday

Thanks for the tag @wannab-urs also combining this with @beardedjoel finish ur fics game so thank u too julie <3

Step one: Post snippets of the fics you're working on (can be a summary if there's no snippet)

Red String AU with Joel Miller

Everyone has an Red String attached to their pinky connecting them to their soulmate that only they can see but after the outbreak many people lost theirs. You still have yours but you’ve given up hope in ever finding them. When a mysterious man and a girl appear in Jackson you find that he may be the person you’ve been searching for but he doesn’t see any string anymore.

Wild Uncharted Waters with King!Joel Miller

Joel Miller is the King of Tirulia and an unhappy one at that. He loves his people but all he ever dreams of is leaving the throne and living a normal life. When he meets a mysterious person in the markets who seems to have no clue who he is he can’t help but be charmed by them. When they disappear after a night together he realizes he can’t give up the one chance he has at love and the life he’s always dreamed of.

Forced to be Villain!Reader x Marcus Moreno

While most people find it lucky to be born with superpowers you see it as a curse. Your father has held a grudge against the Heroics ever since your mother died and made it be so your only choice was to take revenge or be disowned forever. You don’t like what you have to do but you see no choice. When you catch the attention of the Heroics big boss Marcus Moreno your father demands you kill him. But after months of cat and mouse you start to wonder if this is what you truly want anymore.

Step two: put them in a poll and let people vote on which one you should work on

Step three: Every vote is one minute you put on a timer to work on that fic (ex. 15 votes = 15 minutes of writing)

If you’re interested in any of these please come ask about them in my inbox <3 I have other ideas floating but these are the ones i’m committing to lol

tagging: @thefrogdalorian @punkette1026 @chronically-ghosted @jobean12-blog @huffle-punk @burntheedges

[rosepascal]

Kingsman: The Golden Circle is unrealistic. If Pedro Pascal came up and offered to buy me a drink I'd take him up on his offer. I don't care that I don't drink.

#who would swipe left on pedro???

[rosepascal]

this is so specific but does anyone have any pedro character fics where the reader is afraid to go to the doctors bc i’ve been putting off going even though im p sure i got an autoimmune skin thing but im just scared bc i hate the doctors

plz and thank u

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal

[rosepascal]

OBERYN MARTELL in every episode of GAME OF THRONES (2011–2019) ➡ First of His Name (04E05)

[rosepascal]

No one talk to me today Shohei Ohtani is married 😭😭😭

[rosepascal]

just when i think i'm safe from sag awards pedro a new picture drops and i immediately lose my sanity all over again

#no bc why cant that be me #also he’s being so respectful with the no hands just wrist action

[rosepascal]

hey yall, with the global strike nearly being over, i want to say that do not stop talking and sharing about palestine, and although some of you may start writing again, i highly recommend that you don’t forget. Seeing people who get annoyed that tlou tags are being flooded with palestine content angers me. Please don’t stop talking and please share and repost. 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

[rosepascal]

Marcus Moreno marry me 🥺

It's a Leap Year today, and there's this weird saying/tradition/old wives tale (I don't know what you call it...) that says a woman can ask a man to marry her on a Leap Year...

So, with that in mind, which Pedro Boy are you asking to marry you today?

Ez, will you marry me?

🖤

#super daddy

[rosepascal]

WIP Wednesday Thursday

Thanks for the tag @wannab-urs also combining this with @beardedjoel finish ur fics game so thank u too julie <3

Step one: Post snippets of the fics you're working on (can be a summary if there's no snippet)

Red String AU with Joel Miller

Everyone has an Red String attached to their pinky connecting them to their soulmate that only they can see but after the outbreak many people lost theirs. You still have yours but you’ve given up hope in ever finding them. When a mysterious man and a girl appear in Jackson you find that he may be the person you’ve been searching for but he doesn’t see any string anymore.

Wild Uncharted Waters with King!Joel Miller

Joel Miller is the King of Tirulia and an unhappy one at that. He loves his people but all he ever dreams of is leaving the throne and living a normal life. When he meets a mysterious person in the markets who seems to have no clue who he is he can’t help but be charmed by them. When they disappear after a night together he realizes he can’t give up the one chance he has at love and the life he’s always dreamed of.

Forced to be Villain!Reader x Marcus Moreno

While most people find it lucky to be born with superpowers you see it as a curse. Your father has held a grudge against the Heroics ever since your mother died and made it be so your only choice was to take revenge or be disowned forever. You don’t like what you have to do but you see no choice. When you catch the attention of the Heroics big boss Marcus Moreno your father demands you kill him. But after months of cat and mouse you start to wonder if this is what you truly want anymore.

Step two: put them in a poll and let people vote on which one you should work on

Step three: Every vote is one minute you put on a timer to work on that fic (ex. 15 votes = 15 minutes of writing)

If you’re interested in any of these please come ask about them in my inbox <3 I have other ideas floating but these are the ones i’m committing to lol

tagging: @thefrogdalorian @punkette1026 @chronically-ghosted @jobean12-blog @huffle-punk @burntheedges

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #marcus moreno #marcus moreno x reader #joel miller fanfiction

[rosepascal]

Send a Valentine Masterlist

The collection of all the valentine drabbles <3

Din Djarin

Friends to lovers

enemies to lovers

Frankie Morales

Friends to lovers

Joel Miller

Smutty friends to lovers

Joel no shows a date

Marcus Moreno

near death experience

Marcus Pike

friends to lovers

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #din djarin #din djarin x reader #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales #marcus moreno #marcus pike #marcus moreno x reader #marcus pike x reader

[rosepascal]

💌friends to lovers with marcus pike, please?? he's the best and deserves the world

I've been in a Marcus pike mood lately so I'm very excited to write this <3

summary: You want to ask Marcus out but you can't bring yourself to do it.

Having a crush on your coworker is one of the worst ideas you've ever had. Though it's not like you had a choice in crushing on one Marcus Pike. When you heard about the new guy transferring from Texas you thought nothing of it.

Until he walked through the door. He wasn't your typical cocky FBI agent. He was sweet and kind but he held a sadness in his eyes. He disappeared quick as he was assigned to an undercover op soon into his transfer but after he came back you realized his office was right next to yours.

He often came over to ask questions, feeling sheepish about bothering you so much. You didn't mind though. He respected you and your advice which you appreciated. Your friendship blossomed when he started coming to your office for lunch. Often bringing you something from the cafeteria when you were too busy to eat.

You learned he was engaged before he came here and it didn't end well and that after half a year he's ready to get back out there. Well maybe you're his chance to do that. You hope.

In your hands you have two tickets to the after hours event at the National Gallery of Art, the one Marcus mentioned two weeks ago. they were incredibly hard to get but you got them. Now you just had to ask Marcus.

Why is it so nerve-wracking? All you had to do was go next door and ask him. But all you could think about was the things that could go poorly. What if he says no? What if he already has a date and is going? What if he tells you he actually hates you and never wants to speak to you again?

Okay that last one was a bit dramatic but still. You really liked Marcus. Like really liked him and you don't know if you could handle it if he rejected you. But it's been eating you alive so at this point you just have to rip off the band aid.

Getting out of your chair you hold the tickets and walk to his office. Eyes glued to the ground as you practice in your head what you want to say.

Marcus do you want to go out with me?

Marcus do you want to go out with me?

Marcus-

You run into a very firm chest and hot coffee. You drop the tickets and the coffee falls onto the chest of the man you ran into. Looking up you see Marcus with a worried look on his face, coffee dripping down his shirt.

"Are you okay?" He takes your hands and checks for burns. You barely got any coffee on you but he needs to be sure.

"Marcus are you okay? You have coffee all over your shirt." He waves you off.

"Don't worry I have a second layer under this." Once he's sure you aren't hurt he relaxes. He bends down to pick up what you dropped. Suddenly you feel a panic wash over you.

"Wait don't-"

"The National Gallery..." He reads the tickets and you sigh. Fuck it.

"I got them, for us." His face lights up with that boyish smile

"Really?"

"As a date." You reveal. You can barely look at his face as you finally ask him.

"Do you want to go. On a date. With me?" You wait for the worst possible outcome, but it never comes. His face breaks out into a big smile.

"Well," He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out two identical tickets. Your face breaks out into a smile as Marcus pulls you closer to him.

"Looks like you beat me to it."

#pedro pascal #marcus pike #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike fanfic #send a valentine

[rosepascal]

concept:

this man singing wild uncharted waters from the live action little mermaid movie

#pedro pascal #i will turn this into a fic #but i will talk more after tmr