#rosie brain

[traceloops]

I made an animation and Rosie Brain embroidered it

#traceloops #gif #rosie brain

[venator-signum]

kamala khan would have the most horrendous ao3 author's notes known to man

"hey guys sorry the update is late i switched places with an avenger (ajdgrhsh literally crying) and a really cool space scientist lady and then got into a fight and some alien dudes wrecked my house and then I met Nick fury and I was literal space it was crazy and I had to help save the universe and saw said scientist lady give up her life to save all of us... anyways hope you like the new fic, branching out with an arranged marriage au for this one!!!"

#rosi shitposts #marvel #mcu #the marvels #kamala khan #carol danvers #monica rambeau #ms marvel #captain marvel #the marvels spoilers #marvel spoilers #i want to read her fics #all of them are multichapters #somewhere between 5k and 10k per chapter #tries to update AT LEAST once a month #all of it is some of the best shit you've ever read #girl is insane for that and i love her #alternatively #she has so many au ideas rattling around in her brain and so many started fics but they havent been updated for at least a year #and then turns up with this AN and you know its about to get real #ao3

[rosie-kairi]

Average Union Leader Meeting (Redraw of this 2022 piece)

#rosie's art #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts union x #khux #kh ephemer #kh skuld #kh ventus #kh brain #kh lauriam #kh strelitzia #ephemer #skuld #ventus #brain #lauriam #strelitzia

[rcbertleckie]

masters of the air · part nine

#masters of the air #mota #motaedit #hbowaredit #hbo war #edits #tvedit #hbowardaily #ronsparky #violaobanion #olympain #userstaud #userbells #john egan #callum turner #gale cleven #austin butler #robert rosenthal #rosie rosenthal #nate mann #mota spoilers #obsessed how u can see gale's wheels turning in his head #is this my fave person in the whole world or am i losing my mind #in other news my brain is 90% twobucks 10% rosie buck they are sooo!!!

[roseverdict]

#the brothers meme #danny phantom #dp #tmnt #tmnt 2003 #2003 tmnt #tmnt donatello #my brain shot me with this point blank :D #rosie babbles #id in alt text

[xibalboned]

She tuned out 30 minutes ago. No thought head empty.

#hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel #hazbin rosie #god i love her SO MUCH #that's the face I make when my boss scolds me #the body is there but the brain ain't

[crabofthewoods]

dudes omg it’s so fun seeing alastor genuinely happy and with his friends and it’s so fun seeing him genuinely distressed and we got BOTH in the span of two episodes and it was SO GOOD im. SHHEJRJK

#i’m sorry i can’t help myself hes so amazing #eps 7 and 8 were SO fucking good i can’t even #alastor hazbin #hellaverse #hazbin #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel #alastor #he was silly with mimzy #and he’s WAY sillier with rosie #seeing him injured makes my whump brain so happy #and seeing him break down is just. mnmmmmMFNFV. #yes yes a hundred times yes #thoughts of a crab

[satans-knitwear]

I went out (looking fabulous) for lunch with baby belle and the bestie yesterday!

A lovely day!! I also found an old print of a £10 note in the pocket of the red mac I got for £7 from the charity shop! Lucky!!

#I am really paying for it now though 😭 my brain is torturing me and my body is doing worse. Sleep paralysis made a return #Can't speek properly bc pain in throat but also bc words feel distant and confusing #Dealing with the aftermath of doing normal and pleasant things makes me reluctant to repeat the effort #But it really was such a nice day. Beautiful weather. Fabulous company. Even my parents joined us for a while! Lovely food too 😍 #I shall take baby belle with me to more pubs and restaurants. We deserve a nice time!! #And i shall make picnics so we can have nice food outside with bib baby rosie as well. I think we shall enjoy that #Regardless of how my brain and body decide to punish me afterwards 😂😂

[balladoficarus]

thinking about rosie, confidently and UNPROVOKED, telling buck and bucky about him and the boys flying in their skivvies, and the boys backing him up like, yes, we did, in fact, fly in our underwear, majors 😭😭😭😭😭 crying if this interaction – word per word – really happened

#ROSIE IS A DORK but hes my dork #LIKE why would you tell someone that????? #and the fact that his crew went on with it LIKE YUP WE DID DO THAT #WERE POPULAR FOR DOING THAT #THEY'RE HILLARIOUS AND SHARE THE SAME BRAIN CELL #love rosie #rosie rosenthal #robert rosenthal #rosie's riveters #john egan #john bucky egan #gale cleven #gale buck cleven #bucky #buck #masters of the air #mota #hbo war

[allastoredeer]

I love the Platonic Pentagram!

Sounds like the start of a fun joke. Four Overlords and the King of Hell walk into a hotel...

Vox would literally die. LMAO. Bro took 4 Ls at once and cannot comprehend what their dynamic is.

Frankly, neither can Alastor, but he's pleased with the results none-the-less. Just a lovely group marriage of mutual companionship. Living the dream.

They'd all probably get together regularly for tea and card games.

VOX WASN'T INVITED TO THE PLATONIC PENTAGRAM AND HE'S SO MAD ABOUT IT. Boi cannot stop taking L's.

Alastor is having a good time. He's got his fellow oldie Zestial, his bestie Rosie, his coworker Carmilla who he's not especially close with, but she doesn't tolerate other peoples shit and he respects that, and his banter buddy Lucifer who he constantly throws hands with. It's just a fun time all around.

He is living his best afterlife.

#Vox wants to have SOME relationship with Alastor #and all he gets is a rivalry #he wants to join the platonic pentagram #but his application was denied #Alastor shredded it before the others could see #i honestly love the platonic pentagram so much #it sits in my brain #Platonic Pentagram #hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #the radio demon #lucifer morningstar #lucifer magne #lucifer hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin lucifer #hazbin zestial #zestial hazbin hotel #zestial #hazbin hotel zestial #hazbin hotel carmilla #hazbin carmilla #carmilla hazbin hotel #carmilla carmine #hazbin rosie #hazbin hotel rosie #rosie #rosie the cannibal

[panicky-pansexual]

#THEM *SCREAMS* #/pos #they melt my brain in the best way #I’ve been very bored lately lol #tv girl mention‼️‼️‼️ #you know where to find me #and i know where to look #literally them #ttte humanized #ttte gijinka #ttte #ttte thomas #ttte rosie

[urproblematicfav-arsonk]

I firmly believe that when Alastor first came to hell, he went to Cannibal Town and Rosie was his mentor until he was strong enough to become an overlord himself. More importantly Rosie definitely has Al's teenage bedroom that she's left completely untouched in case he decides he wants to come home. What embarrassing posters and trinkets did lil baby Alie have in there and how many dead deer have been kicked under the bed

#yes rosie is his wife and his mom #what about it #the guys got mommy issues can you blame him #also hc that al was vox's mentor as well but considering he was only like 20 at the time his parenting with vox did not go well #galaxy brain moment that Angel was the one who helped Val get situated in hell #alastor's teen bedroom definitely was just a slaughterhouse and a thousand broken down radios #rosie: al bby pls just go down to the butcher u rlly dont have to skin them in ur room #alastor going through his teen demon rebellious phase: no #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #vivziepop #hazbin hotel headcanon #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel rosie #rosie the cannibal #radiorose

[mastersoftheair]

some of my fav shots from the trailer (via JumpTrailers)

#embarrassing how i immediately recognized so many guys in pic 5. faces forever burned into my brain bc of all those cast updates lmao #masters of the air #hbo war #trailer #john egan #gale cleven #richard macon #sandra wingate #harry crosby #curtis biddick #everett blakely #sam barr #richard snyder #rosie rosenthal #helen #(yeah. you read that right. no last name. *everyone disliked that*) #we're getting to the critical juncture where i may stop tagging the actors' names so i can tag their characters' names instead #bc there's only so many tags i can use (20) for organization purposes before tumblr ignores the rest (anything after 20)

[rosie-kairi]

"weird bickering siblings" is my favorite relationship headcanon for Brain and Skuld

#rosie's art #animatic #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts union x #khux #kh skuld #kh brain #skuld #brain #brlaine

[frostbeees]

TUC @ HSK postgame · 11.25.23

#all rosy cheeks and empty brain #giving thom a run for saddest boy in the west #i *did* consider adding subtitles on this one but honestly.... its not worth it #brendan brisson #hsk #jessgifs

[rosenbergamot]

Something about a bottle of vodka that (almost) jogs your memory

“Scar…” Grian’s exasperated voice rings through monopoly mountain. He quickly peeks down into the first level. His friend is holding the bottle of vodka he had managed to find ages ago. “Where on earth did you find this. How on earth did you find this. What even are you doing with this.” 

None of his ‘questions’ are actually questions; his inflection does not go up, as Grian is not actually curious as to where he got the alcohol, rather he is tired of his shenanigans and trying desperately not to lose his mind. Scar kicks his feet and giggles, his hair leaking over and dangling in the air. 

“Why, I got it from the village, of course! Before I burnt down that house— you remember the one, don’t you, Grian? It seems those pesky villagers knew how to distill alcohol. Have you ever seen that before, Grian? Distilling alcohol? In a village? It’s madness!” 

Grian’s beady little eyes glare up at him from the ground floor. “Scar, I don’t think either of us have seen villagers before we got here. There’s not much we’ve seen.” 

Of course they have. They’ve had to. It was only natural— he knows it in his heart. But they can’t remember this fact. When Scar tries to hold onto the memory, it floats away from him. Things he should know dissolve between his fingers. Things he shouldn’t know linger on the back of his neck. 

He picks up his cane and walks downstairs. The slats of the window are tiny but if one squints and tilts their head in the right direction, then they can see the entire desert and forest sprawled out in front of them. The sands sometimes hold their footprints until the wind blows them away, covers the paths they’ve taken. They’re still working on building up a cactus wall as defense. 

The sandstone awards them a bit of coolness in the day. At night it becomes unbearable, as they both flock upstairs to try and conserve as much heat as possible. There’s always a careful distance they keep from each other in the day, but during the night it becomes impossible to do so. When Grian grumbles and pushes his nest towards Scar’s sleeping bag, curls up right next to him and nudges at his arms until they open and he can be enveloped by him, that’s when Scar truly feels like he’s back to being a person again. 

If they could mend the self inflicted rift that exists in the daytime… well, maybe Scar wouldn’t feel so prone to drinking. As it stands, though, Grian’s found his bottle of alcohol and he is not looking impressed.

“Say, have you ever had a drink before?” He asks as he peels the bottle out of Grian’s hand. He smells like the sun. He’s been out all day. 

Grian scoffs, his pretty features twisting a bit as he obviously thinks about it. “Of course I have! I-- well, I haven’t had one here, but I can only imagine I have before. In another life.”

In another life. If only they got to have that. Another life seems like an intangible dream. 

He hums thoughtfully. He’s only had a few drinks from this bottle. Just enough to stave off the gnawing anxiety and bloodlust that grows underneath his skin everyday. 

He starts to toss the bottle from hand to hand, watching the way the liquid inside jostles. “The taste was at least a little bit familiar to me when I tried some. I’ve definitely had it before! No clue when. I wonder what I liked to drink before I got here? That guy… the other me. I wonder what he was like.” 

He laughs but it doesn’t have much humour. 

And Grian’s eyes look softer when he finally peels his stare away from the droplets racing down the bottle. “Yeah, it would seem that bits of our past bled through into this life. Like, I can’t resist pressing a button or flicking a lever no matter how dangerous it may be. Other me must’ve been a right moron, don’t know how I lived to be… here.” A hum. “And redstone makes me… sad. As if I’ve lost something close to me. Something really important." His face falls. “I don’t get it.” 

Normally Grian only gets like this when the sun falls. Normally he’s guarded, witty, sharp; and Scar is much the same, each of them trying so desperately to preserve what little bits of dignity they have left here. Prideful people. Pride is such a sin, he can see it now. 

He sits down, stares at the swirling shapes of the sandstone on the wall. “Sometimes I can feel my brain try to remember my memories. Things important to me. People important to me. But it’s like there’s a… a block.” 

A strange warble comes from Grian. He makes those sounds sometimes-- bird sounds, that is, which makes a lot of sense given that he is a hybrid, but they only happen in specific circumstances. They’re different each time, from chirps to melodies to whistles to clicks. It happens when he’s bored, when he snuggles up next to Scar at night, when he accidentally hurts himself, when Pizza is being extra cute.

This sound is sad. It rings in his chest. 

“I’ve tried to ignore it.” Is what he admits after a few minutes. “I, um… grabbing this gave me one of those feelings like you described. It was as if I’d done this before. Not just with anyone. With you...” His voice gets real quiet at the end. 

Scar fights to keep his voice even as he responds. “Do… do you think we knew each other before?” Before we got thrown into hell. 

For Scar, the answer to that question is obvious: yes. He felt it as soon as he saw all of them. He felt something deep in his chest when he saw Grian, flashes of memories trying to bubble up to the surface but unable to. When Bdubs first spoke to him, he felt an immediate instinct to comment on his height-- which would have been very rude of him! They’d just met, after all!

Except they hadn’t. They’d known each other before. An election. A moon. A home. What even is he trying to remember? 

“I…” Another sound worms its way out of Grian. It’s more desperate, uncomfortable. He laughs it off awkwardly. “Can I try a sip of that alcohol? I think I suddenly need it.”

For the first time since they began talking, Scar really looks at Grian. His face is tight with stress, eyes shiny, nose flaring. His feathers are all fanned out, his ears twitching. In another life, Scar thinks maybe he also had wings. He can feel an absence on his back, like something has been missing all along, a vital piece of him.

Grian’s wings don’t work. None of the avians have actual working wings that can sustain them for a long period above the ground; they can all flutter, sure, but it’s as if their bodies aren’t made for it anymore despite them having these traits. 

He tries to make his smile as gentle as possible as he passes him the bottle. “Of course, of course! Would be downright cruel of me to make you handle this while sober!” He aims for a humorous tone, but the situation is so fucked up and strange that it falls flat. His smile is pulling painfully at the edges. 

Grian unscrews the bottle, smells it. He makes a face. He looks at him.

“I recommend not smelling it.” 

He rolls his eyes, then takes a swig of it. The face immediately turns to disgust. He swallows it, gagging, coughing, pounding his fist onto the table. It looks just like he did when he tried for the first time. It makes him start to laugh. 

“Scar!” He wails. “It tastes horrible!” 

“It does.” He swipes it from Grian, steeling himself before taking a sip. He only flinches a little bit this time. He looks to see if it impressed Grian, but the avian is flapping his hands, eyes screwed shut. Dangit. “It’s not supposed to taste nice, Grian! Because then you would drink all of it and it would be horrible. It’s the alcohol’s defense mechanism, y’see? It makes itself so bitter when you first take a sip that you run away immediately! That way you don’t drink it all right up and end up gettin’ yourself killed! But it doesn’t work on me.” 

For better or for worse.

Peeling his face off the table, Grian turns to glare at him. “Well, it could stand to taste a little less like… that. Maybe then it would hurt less people.” 

“I guess.” He studies the way the bottle glints in the diminishing daylight. “So… are you gonna have anymore?”

“Are you kidding me?” He scoffs. “Of course I am. Pass it here.”

#yeah . heres a little drabble #desert duo #scarian #hermitshipping #its not like. apparent or anything but theyre always pining after each other in my brain #so yeah <3 peace and love #hermitfic #my fic #i shoulld start using that tag HEHE #rosie writing #theres talk ab drinking and they Do sip vodka so. be aware #should i post this on ao3??? idk if its like. worthi t? ?? #lmk. peace and love. and plants #also i DONT know how the inside of monopoly mountain looks im just writing based off of vibes #trafficblr #trafficshipping #i literally forgot that this is technically not hermitcraft LMAO