#& rosalind

[hell0potato]

Vintage Taskmaster Volume I prints, stickers etc. on redbubble

[semioticapocalypse]

Frank Horvat. Rosalind and children for British 'Vogue'. Yorkshire. 1961

I Am Collective Memories   •    Follow me, — says Visual Ratatosk

[miripirim]

(2024)

[saint-end]

safe haven

[arcadekitten]

secret Tetra family lore

[lanveril]

My OC 🤍 ロザリンド | 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖪𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖯𝖺𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗇

[humanwasteinspace]

As Aster roamed the forest, going along his normal path, he was suddenly hit with the knowledge that he was not alone. Footsteps too heavy to be an animal and too clumsy to be anything but a human were coming his way. Footsteps that, as a Hunt avatar might notice, sounded unsure. Uneven. Leaves crunched underfoot, but the steps were slow.

Rosalind’s perspective was much the opposite. She’d walked through the forest for many miles, finding it easier to maneuver than the streets. Homeless, scared, but much more at peace in the nature, Rosalind barely noticed the sound of Aster’s footfall in the forest until they were a noticeable silhouette in the distance. Rosalind went very still very quickly.

@rosalind-learns-blogging

Aster was enjoying his walk as much as he would've any other day, tired from the long, continuous strain of being out and about since sunrise, but enjoying the ache in his muscles. Something about the slight burn, the protest of his bones was soothing to him. Perhaps it simply reminded him that he was alive.

When out of place footfalls sounded, he listened in closely. Distant at first, much farther away than any human would hear, he heard them. Uneven, clumsy. Two feet, he registered. Two feet that did not know their way around these parts.

He hesitates, slowing his own steps to a halt as he patiently awaited the others next move. When he heard her stop, he turned just enough to look over his shoulder, body turned to the side to face Rosalind as they stood at the far horizon of his view. He stared, eyes barely visible through the thickness of his brown curls that fell into his face though notably of a rather light color. Perhaps a very light brown? No, if one payed close attention, they would recognize his eyes to be a pale yellow.

Aster wasn't wearing any hiking gear, despite how far out he was, instead found in a much too big, beige shirt with wide sleeves and black cargo shorts underneath. Only his footwear looked truly appropriate for the area the two had found eachother in, feet being hidden beneath a pair of white socks and brown/black hiking boots that were most likely waterproof and sturdy.

He stared on for what must've been easily more than two minutes, before properly turning around and giving a light wave. He was rather tall, sure, but quite scrawny looking and not all that intimidating. Perhaps he didn't want to be. He started moving again, this time towards Rosalind, approaching slowly. Curiosity is shining in his eyes, though beyond that one can see very little of what else he might be feeling.

[no-1-rosalind-lang-apologist]

As You Like It by William Shakespeare

[jununy]

day 5 cilantro and her harlequin romance novel book club buddies (from current D&D campaign)

day 7 rosalind is a studying aesthetics / bullet journalling type of gal

[theneverendingshow]

Rosalind via Metart

[cirqueduroyale]

Sorry Claudy...

Happy Valentine's Day! 💕

[magicalmoss]

poison & pain

[saint-end]

unfinished

[cleverclove]

Rosalind and Celia are butch & femme solidarity

[lanveril]

My OC 🤍 ロザリンド | 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖪𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖯𝖺𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗇

[heyitsspaceace]

you, straight people, read as you like it and twelfth night and go "ahah girl pretending to be boy lol nice."

i, trans guy, read as you like it and twelfth night and go "oh they're so me for real, they are trans."