#( rose. / && closed starter. )

[continuingthefamilyname]

Closed Kara Winchester starter for roses-of-paris

@roses-of-paris

Kara entered the ballroom for the pa

rty she had been invited to. It was the nicest event she had ever been invited too and she felt completely out of place. She gripped her purse nervously as she stepped into the room, already regretting the decision to go alone. She grabbed a glass of champagne from the waiters walking around and sipped it as she looked around.

[prosebushpatch]

So I decided to restart my animal crossing new leaf for the 3ds file completely but I didn't know that Tom Nook would OFFER TO BUY the entire town and let you carry over the money to the new town and it's hysterical because the mayor basically peaces out, cashes in on 30 million bells, changes entire identity, and accidentally becomes the mayor in a new town. There's a fanfic there but I'm too lazy to write it.

[savingthrcw]

@atomiqueen - from a Rose who needs a nudge to remember, given her messed up memories.

"Hi, I'm Rose, and I'll be right back to you!" Rose smiled warmly at the stranger before rushing to serve food to a group of tired-looking raiders, regular customers she knew would be nice when well-fed. That done, she went back to the young woman, noticing only now her outfit, "Holy moly, haven't seen one of those in a while! Be careful," she continued in a lower voice so she wouldn't embarrass her, "They don't really shield you from radiation, they offer a little protection but nothing to write home about." Rose had seen what false advertising had done to people. But the girl, she looked strangely familiar. "Are you alone, darling?"

[outoftheirdifferences]

Discussed starter for @ambulance-mom / @rose-son

"Wake me if you need anything, okay Steven?"

Her parting words for the night had still echoed in Connie's mind as she'd settled in to sleep on the couch. It had been several weeks since what Steven was calling his 'meltdown', and he seemed to be well on the road to recovery... but even still, the girl knew that full healing would take time yet. Her part was simply to be there for Steven every step of the way, whatever form that took.

Right now, the form it took was staying over in the beach house with him for the weekend. She wasn't trying to get too in his face if he needed his space, of course; but they'd both agreed to this. She loved spending time with him anyway, of course; and this way, she was just downstairs from his room, right there in case he needed anything at all.

A few hours later, Connie felt something jerk her back to wakefulness. For long moments she lay there in the dark, unable to put a finger on what had woken her. She fumbled blearily with her phone, which proclaimed the time to be just after 3 AM, as the last traces of a dream about accidentally taking Lion to school with her and trying to hide him from her teachers poked at the edge of her subconsciousness where she wasn't quite sure if they were real or not...

Then she heard it again: what sounded like an anguished groan from upstairs. All at once fully alert, Connie wasted no further time; in one swift move she was off the couch and scampering up the stairs to her boy's room. Pausing outside the door, she knocked gently before poking her head around the frame.

"Steven...? Are you okay...?"

[prcttyinpcnk]

The normally antsy and figity teen, was, for once, calm and patient for her father's and Creechur's return. Even so, she would figit with her rose emblem, wondering if the topaz amulet would be enough to keep the both of them safe...

That's when her ears twitch at the sound of a crack, and that cracking grew louder with the accompanying sounds of ominous groans... the sounds of dying trees.

Oh no...

"Move! Move!! NOEL, MARG, MOVE!!"

As soon as she was sure the other two women were on the move away from the falling lumber, Phiona took off after them. Her legs carrying her as far as they can from the now dead wood about to tumble on her head!

Thankfully, she manages to get far enough away where the only casualty is her hair with the amount of splinters in it. The thunderous crash behind her knocks her off her feet, but only for a moment or two.

"Fuck... Ow...."

The young bard groans as she stands and shakes the wood shavings from her oversized pigtails. Wait... That tree... Does that mean it's over? Did Creechur and her father do it?! Is Ynemn gone...?

The answer to those question came in the form of the crisp autumn air gracing her exposed arms. It's over. A sigh of relief leaves Phiona's lips and a few tears go down her cheeks.

"Never doubted you guys for a moment."

Port Obello has survived another crisis.

She stands, dusting off the dirt and dust from her skirt when she realizes... she got seperated from Marg and Noel. Great. Before she can go find them, she hears a batch of voices call out to her.

"GUYS!!"

Squeals and giggles fill the forest as Phiona is reunited with her dear friends. All of them celebrating the assured safety of their dear hometown. Of course, Phiona's companions were eagerly wondering where in the world their dear leader went! They were worried sick. Phiona would offer an explanation... when they got back to the circus. She's exhausted.

However, she then hears another voice call out for her in the endless sea of tress, closer than they appear...

A knight reuniting with her princess.

@rcseteaparty

[sinsoakedsaints]

closed for: @prxcticalmxgic

"There she is," Atlas greets smugly as he enters his kitchen, like any party at his and Scottie's, there's more faces he doesn't recognise than ones he does roaming around the place but Rose was different.

That face stood out, even if he was vodka buzzed and feeling entirely too sure of himself.

"You ready to admit you rocked up tonight hoping to see me or are we still playing pretend?"

[greekdivine]

@calliope-cakes for bunny <3

‎  ‎ ‎‎  ‎ ‎‎  ‎ ‎‎  ‎ ‎❝ -- no, bun, that's not right. ❞

‎  ‎ ‎‎  ‎ ‎pink lips turn downwards as she looks at the paper. bunny's chicken ‎  ‎ ‎‎  ‎ ‎scratch is nearly illegible, but she's proofread enough of his essays to be ‎  ‎ ‎‎  ‎ ‎able to decipher it.

‎  ‎ ‎‎  ‎ ‎‎  ‎ ‎‎  ‎ ‎❝ aristotle and aeschylus didn't even live at the same time, they ‎  ‎ ‎‎  ‎ ‎‎  ‎ ‎‎  ‎ ‎‎  ‎ ‎couldn't have been FRIENDS. ❞

[wondheirland]

❝    well,    you'll    hear    soon    enough.    ❞    the    princess    says,    sighing    softly    as    she    leans    into    the    back    of    the    overstuffed    chair.    ❝    i'm    to    give    the    royal    decree    at    this    year's    tea    ceremony.    ❞

@milleroptimism

[savingthrcw]

@walkswastes liked for a starter and Lucy gets one

She and her men surrounded the woman quickly, but none of them would shoot first - a Vaultie was important, a Vaultie generally had intel, and that was far more valuable than caps to her, and her men knew better - but when Janey saw her face, she instinctively lowered her shotgun. Last time she had seen the MacLeans, back when she was still a rebellious fifteen years old looking for the truth, Rose's daughter was just a child, impossible to recognize after nearly twenty years, but the woman before her eyes, with her blue jumpsuit and those big, familiar eyes, was the spitting image of her mother. "Lucy?" she blurted out before she could help herself. There were very few people in that waste of a world that could make her hesitate, but that would certainly be one of them. "You know her, Coop?" one of her men asked. "Shut it," she lifted a finger to keep him quiet, still staring at the other woman.

[ofbloodandsnow]

// closed starter (@akiss-from-a-rose)

It was odd to still know the layout of the Moore house. Sure, Meena had changed some things, the decor, some of the rooms were different, but ultimately, he still knew his way around. Having been assured of Meena's wellbeing, he couldn't help but feel guilty for not thinking of the woman who had actually been attacked until just them. With hesitant steps, Sébastien made his way to the room she was recuperating in. Seemingly asleep, he took it as a sign not to disturb her, instead opting to pray for her.

"Notre Père, qui est aux cieux, que ton nom soit sanctifié, que ton règne vienne, que ta volonté soit faite sur la terre comme au ciel. Donne-nous aujourd’hui notre pain de ce jour. Pardonne-nous nos offenses, comme nous pardonnons aussi à ceux qui nous ont offensés. Et ne nous laisse pas entrer en tentation mais délivre-nous du Mal. Amen.", he murmured, crossing himself.

[survivingpierce]

@merveiilles​ liked the starter call (for rose) // accepting  

        "came to visit an old friend?", katherine questioned with boredom in her voice although her eyes sparkled dangerously. she didn't expect to ever see her involuntarily maker again and she certainly didn't expect that she would find her way down to this tomb. damon really must hate her.

        "i heard about trevor. my condolences, he was a good man. certainly didn't deserve to lose his head for it." although katherine assumed that rose won't believe her anyway, her words were genuine. trevor was the only one who tried to help her although he didn't really thought his entire plan through and expected her to return feelings that weren't there.

        "but that aside, are you here to relish in my current situation?"

[dismaltouch]

♡ muse ↝ chase blackwell

♡ closed for ↝ @housefircs

"it's better that you don't get involved."

[luckyswilliams]

for: @chefraleigh

where: lloyd

Lloyd wasn't his first choice of bars, which was why he surprised even himself when he took the turn in the doorway to then occupy a seat at the bar. He liked whiskey well enough, in the only way whiskey was to be liked -- downed while already drunk when there was no other options left.

Still, after he tells the bartender of which whiskeys he doesn't like, he requests he give him something that might change his mind. It may very well have been an impossible task to dole, but he did it any way.

Even if the drink wasn't one hundred percent to his liking, he did enjoy the ambiance of the bar, especially on a night like that when it was more muted and slow paced. There was no one sat on either side of him, and he stretched his back out against the long chair he was sat in with some gratitude that it wasn't a backless stool.

It was in stretching his arms out did he realise there was another figure sat a couple of seats down, and he had almost let them fade into his peripheral until he took a better look and discovered the previously indistinct someone wore the face of the very girl that occupied his mind almost constantly.

"What you got there?" He asked in lieu of a hello, ignoring the redundancy of his own question in a bar that was clearly themed.

[xalicethewonderx]

Starter for @itsrosebryar

Alice arrived at Lilo's house on the notion that they had been invited to a small get-together, only to be greeted by a party so out of hand there were cabbages lining up on the front lawn waiting to get in. As much as Alice wanted to socialise and ignore everything that had happened, it was not an easy feat. Not when every room was swimming with people.

Alice found a quiet corner, desperately seeking out a familiar face. Finally, Alice spotted Rose, a friend they had not seen in quite some time. "Rose! Hey," Alice called, waving her over. "Thank goodness, I was beginning to think I wouldn't know anyone here."

[savingthrcw]

@okiedokiegoosey - chance meeting

She emptied her rifle on the yao guai, and was grateful she didn't have to make a show of her ghoul strength because the animal had finally died, not without the help of what had to be another happy traveler. "Holy moly, that was one tough cookie!" Rose rested her empty rifle against her shoulder and smiled at the woman, blinking when she took in the surprising outfit, "Were you also after it or was it a coincidence, miss?"

[dealmxkerofgold]

His sleep has grown heavier after the shooting — apparently, his body needs more energy now to both function as close to normal as possible and repair itself — but there are still two things that never fail to wake him: Rose's cries and Belle's nightmares.

Rose is sleeping peacefully for once in her cradle beside their bed ( they moved it as close as possible, partly so that it would easier for him, fresh out of hospital, to tend to her during the night and partly because his near-death experience reminded both him and Belle just how easily they can lose each other or their baby and made something primal and protective rise in both of them — he surely felt that wave of protectiveness grow and spread inside himself, and judging by the look Belle sometimes has in her eyes when she's lost in thought, looking either at him or their daughter, by the little gestures, by the way she always tries to be close to either on of them or, ideally, both, he is willing to bet she feels that wave, too ).

But Belle's cheeks are wet with tears and she's got a haunted look in her eyes and she can’t stop shaking.

She's had a nightmare and he knows all too well what it was about, from the previous nights' experience.

In her dreams, he dies.

He's not sure whether he should feel touched or concerned.

“ Belle, ” he calls her, in a tone so gentle it feels wrong and right at the same time ( the curse — not his personal curse, used as it is to how human he's grown in the past couple of decades, but the one that brought them all into this neighborhood — fights with his nature, but now that he fully remembers who he is, it doesn’t stand a chance ), and pulls her in close, leaving her enough space to move so she wouldn’t feel trapped, slipping one of his arms around her shoulders and taking her hand with the other, bringing it to rest against his heart, its slightly accelerated beat palpable through the thin material of the t-shirt he wears to bed, so she can feel that he's alive and right beside her, and kisses her temple, murmuring reassurances into her hair:

“ It's alright, sweetheart. I’m alive. I’m here. It would take a lot more than one little bullet to force me to leave you and Rose. ”

That last one is both his attempt to lighten the mood and the truth Belle's not yet aware of.

@bluebellestorybrooke ( Belle ), look what I found in my drafts! Apparently, this was supposed to be a reply to one of the 'my muse is having a nightmare, how does yours comfort them?' type of memes which I, for some reason, never sent...