#All the ROs

[darkfictionjude]

Which Ro would break Mc out of a prison/jail or mental asylum

And which would try but would be unsuccessful

From all of your Ifs, if it is not too much trouble

Who would break them out:

Imre, Nia, Dante, Carmen, Lazlo, Jack

Fail:

Lorcan, Charley, Magenta, Greer, Ashley

[lureofthegallowsgame]

Hello author ! I hope you're doing well ! Since it's quite cold where I'm living, I had a thought : are the ros the kind of persons to snowball fight ? Are they good at it ?

It just snowed last week where I live, and it got me thinking about this ask again, so here you go! :)

Leo was absolutely terrorized by their older siblings throughout their childhood; they always enjoy a snowball fight with their friends and family, and they are frighteningly good at it. They do have a soft spot for their younger siblings and Seer, though, and there have been times when that group teams up to take them down.

Eli is an unwilling participant, but they don’t go down easy. They could melt the entire area if they wanted to, but it is more fun to get a few shots in at Warren and Leo before they start to melt anything that comes within range. Then Warren likes to see how much he can pelt at them before he gets a hit.

Warren loves a good snowball fight and will often be the first one to initiate it. Wyatt loves playing with him because he doesn’t hold back as much as Leo and Eli would, which often results in Leo taking Warren down fairly quickly. He finds it hilarious, though, and even Leo grins as they pack the next snowball together.

Fin enjoys a good snowball fight, but they enjoy the surprise much better. They will spend their entire day trying to sneak up and aim a snowball at the Naturalist’s back, with fair results. You can best believe they will throw a snowball at the Seer and laugh when it makes contact; it’s far easier when your target can’t sense your adrenaline rushing through your veins.

Ambrose used to love the snowball fights he had with his sister when they were young. Now, it’s a little harder to get him to loosen up and enjoy himself, but he still has the same terrible skills that let his sister win all the time as kids.

Luna hates the cold, and she hates being pelted with snowballs just as much. She will always take the chance to pack one together and throw it at the back of Warren’s head, though. She has impeccable aim, but not as much endurance as her preferred targets...

Jules also hates the cold, and prefers to be wearing a wool coat and watching from the sidelines. They will jump in to help the losing side, though, and that’s when the game takes a turn for war. He likes to stay warm and dry, but he likes the look of shock and outrage he gets when he joins just as much.

Hazel loves the snow, and she loves snowball fights just as much. She doesn’t get cold or tired easily, and she’s often the last one standing in the wake of chaos. She isn’t the best when it comes to aim, and sometimes her snowballs fall apart midair, but she still loves it.

Faye prefers other snowsports, like sledding or skating, but she doesn’t argue when it comes to snowball fights. She just picks up a pile of snow, and it’s every man for themselves. She doesn’t hold back on anyone, though she often makes an alliance with someone and they become a strong opponent duo.

Bonus: In a fight out of all of them, I think it would be a very close match between Leo, Hazel, and Jules. Depending on who was involved, it could easily go to any of them.

[bookofbrokencandles]

I’m sure Mc can’t canonically be talller than any of the Ros cause you like em TALL tall, but how would each of them react to being in a relationship with somebody taller than them?

You know me, anon ☺️ I love a tall boy.

Day wouldn't like it, for his own reasons. One of them is that his stepbrother is significantly taller than him and his stepbrother is super annoying about it sometimes. He also just sometimes doesn't feel safe around people taller than him, especially masc-presenting people. He can get over it, provided this taller partner doesn't try in any way to be any sort of dominant.

Night wouldn't outwardly show he feels any type of way about it, though inside he might be fighting a similar instinct to Day.

Bat wouldn't particularly care. He's used to being tall, but he's been around Night and Day (who are taller than him) long enough he doesn't have any sort of ego about it.

Dominya doesn't pay much mind to her partner's height, they're good either way. Being very tall herself, though, I suppose there's a novelty in her partner being taller than her.

Myra is the only average height person here so yeah, fucking sure, another tall person in her life. Doesn't help all the Vulks she knows happened to be goddamn giants. Whatever.

[thyfleshc0nsumed]

I think a lot of ppl don't realize that bottoming is like, an active role in sex, and like for lack of a better word, a skill

[gammaraydeath]

5 more minutes.....

the semester just started for me so that means back to waking up early. ;w;

[lmadsadness]

Shockwave. PLEASE get sleep omfg

[andorerso]

Rogue One + completely accurate character descriptions [x]

for @rifle-yes, I hope this is what you had in mind! 💜

[liquidatorbruntfca]

i love you nyota uhura i love you christine chapel i love you deanna troi i love you beverly crusher i love you tasha yar i love you lwaxana troi i love you kate pulaski i love you ro laren i love you keiko o’brien i love you jadzia dax i love you kira nerys i love you leeta i love you moogie i love you ezri dax i love you kathryn janeway i love you b’elanna torres i love you seven of nine i love you t’pol i love you hoshi sato

[childrenofcain-if]

UNSEEN SCENE AFTER MEETING C AND D

C was tugging D along by the sleeve so hard that it was a miracle the leather didn’t stretch. the brunette’s face was dead serious, a determined set to their jaw as they guided their gray-eyed best friend down a quieter path, away from the buzz of the activities fair.

when they’d put enough distance between them and the fair, D finally pulled free, grinning broadly.

“so… was that really the person you’ve been talking about for years now?” D asked as they leaned against a lamppost, eyes gleaming.

C crossed their arms, mouth pressed into a thin line as though the question alone was a bait they had no intention of taking.

IF YOU HAVE ❤️ POINTS WITH C

D’s mouth twisted into a more delighted smile. “oh my god. that’s really them, isn’t it? the one who you—oh, what was it?—‘had the distinct displeasure’ of competing with all these years? the person who’s been living rent-free in your head since, what, middle school?”

“will you keep your voice down?” C hissed, looking around in an agitated way, not meeting D’s eyes.

“you have got to be kidding me.” D snorted, hands on their hips. “this is almost too good to be true. years of all your whining about ‘i can’t believe they got the highest grade again’ or ‘oh, guess who is on the front-page of the school journal again’—and now you’re both attending the same university.”

C folded their arms tighter, the very picture of a person resisting all of this with every fiber of their being.

“i wouldn’t call it whining,” they said through clenched teeth. “it was merely an observation.”

“oh, sure, it is,” D said, sarcasm spilling from every word as they reached out, clapping C on the shoulder with a teasing gleam in their eyes. “come on, i’m not blind. you’ve been obsessed with them. practically haunted by their existence. and now, here they are. how do you really feel about it?”

“how do i feel?” C repeated, feigning casual indifference as they shrugged off D’s hand, forcing their voice to stay steady. “i feel fine. i feel… exactly the same as always. it’s not as if seeing them is anything special.”

“oh my god, you are so lying right now,” D snorted, leaning closer with a wide, delighted smile. “i mean, come on, admit it. a little crush? a tiny bit? i mean, you talked about them constantly for years.”

C’s cheeks flushed, and they bristled as they looked away. “it’s not a crush, not at all. no way in hell. it will never ever happen. besides, i’ve only mentioned them… in passing. a handful of times. you just have a selective memory.”

D’s laughter was warm, infectious, and wholly unapologetic.

“please, C,” they said, voice softening to an almost affectionate drawl. “you’ve got to stop kidding yourself. the only person who looks at someone the way you looked at them back there is either head over heels or in some kind of blood feud.”

C scoffed, rolling their eyes, though their stomach twisted uncomfortably at D’s words. “there’s nothing good about it. they’ve been a constant, unrelenting nuisance since day one. it’s exhausting.”

“a nuisance who happens to be drop-dead gorgeous?” D raised an eyebrow, grin wide and teasing. “i have to admit that you have excellent taste.”

“they’re… sure, i suppose they’re not terrible-looking,” C replied, voice sharp as they struggled to keep any hint of warmth out of their tone. “but that’s hardly the point. beauty isn’t— it’s not everything. there’s more to them than that.” they could feel D’s eyes on them, too perceptive, too knowing. “i respect them for their… intellect. it’s admirable.”

“their intellect is so admirable,” D said, voice and tone mocking C’s. “they’re so intellectually ‘stimulating,’ i simply can’t stand it.”

“D,” C snapped, but there was no true anger in their voice, just the sharpness of embarrassment and irritation.

D held up their hands, though the grin still danced on their lips.

“alright, alright. i’ll stop,” they said, though the teasing lilt never left their voice. “it’s just… i mean, come on. if i believed in fate…”

“please, don’t,” C muttered, barely concealing a groan. they glanced away, fixing their gaze on a nearby tree as if that might somehow ground them, stop the fluttering discomfort twisting in their chest.

D finally quieted, though a look of amusement still lingered in their eyes. after a moment, their expression softened. “look, i didn’t know that was them back there. otherwise, i wouldn’t have… tried to chat them up.”

“it’s none of my business,” C replied quickly, perhaps too quickly, the denial coming out sharper than they intended. “you can flirt with whoever you want, D. you are your own person, same goes for them.”

D’s gaze lingered on C for a moment, thoughtful, as though they could read the faint tremor that betrayed C’s supposed indifference.

“right. got it.” D’s voice was quiet, a hint of laughter still beneath it, but slightly gentler now.

C shifted under the weight of D’s stare, feeling strangely exposed, as if they’d somehow let a crack appear in the careful façade they’d maintained all these years.

“besides,” C added, trying to inject a note of finality into their tone. “it’s… it’s complicated. i don’t expect you to understand.”

D shrugged, a flicker of something like empathy crossing their face before they brushed it off. “hey, i get it. just didn’t realize they were the infamous rival of yours. honestly, it explains so much.”

C shot them a dubious look. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“oh, nothing,” D replied innocently, but their eyes were still dancing with that infuriating glint. “i just think you should be more honest with yourself. might save you some of this broodfest, grumpster.”

“thanks for the unsolicited advice,” C retorted dryly, though they could feel the faint sting of truth in D’s words, a reminder of thoughts they’d long tried to ignore. “can we just… talk about something else?”

D gave a little shrug, letting the subject drop with a nod. “fine by me. though i will say, this is definitely the highlight of the semester so far.”

C rolled their eyes, but a faint smile tugged at the corner of their mouth despite themselves. “your standards are painfully low, D.”

“oh, absolutely,” D agreed with a grin, falling into step beside C. “but admit it, you’d miss me if i wasn’t around to torment you like this.”

C huffed, but their gaze softened, a hint of genuine affection flickering in their expression. “perhaps. only if it keeps you from tormenting everyone else.”

“oh, please. you know most of them are happy enough to let me ‘torment’ them.” D’s grin turned almost conspiratorial. “just make sure to invite me into any fistfights if this whole rivalry thing escalates.”

C chuckled, and the sound felt surprisingly light, easing some of the tension that had coiled in their chest. for a moment, the weight of their earlier encounter with you seemed to fade, replaced by the familiar comfort of their best friend’s easy humor.

as they walked back toward their dorm, their steps falling into an unspoken rhythm, C allowed themself a moment of quiet. they still felt the faint sting of embarrassment, the echo of D’s teasing words lingering like a half-formed thought in the back of their mind. but there was also an undeniable warmth, a strange, hesitant excitement that fluttered just beneath the surface.

they tried to push it away, to ignore the thrill of possibility that had sparked when they saw you across the fairground, but it lingered all the same. and as they walked in silence beside D, their gaze fixed ahead, they couldn’t quite shake the feeling that, whether they liked it or not, they would be forced to confront things they didn’t understand quite yet.

IF YOU HAVE ❤️ POINTS WITH D

C stiffened, their jaw clenching, barely nodding. “yeah. that’s them.”

D laughed, clapping a hand on their best friend’s shoulder.

“wow. okay, see, now i get it,” they said, shaking their head. “you were always complaining about how they were everywhere, stealing the spotlight. but, damn, if i’d known you weren’t exaggerating like crazy, i’d have pestered you for their contact ago.”

“yeah, like that was ever gonna happen,” C muttered with the irritation of someone who’d just had a private grudge revealed.

“oh, come on,” D continued, eyes still dancing with that insufferable amusement. they weren’t even pretending to hide their interest now. “did you see them? they’re hot! as in hot like a damn star, C. you can’t deny it. i almost melted right there and then. how did you never mention that part?”

C’s frown deepened, their discomfort sharp enough to cut through D’s lightheartedness. “i’m serious, D. if you’re thinking of trying anything with them, don’t.”

D couldn’t help but chuckle at C’s reaction, leaning back against the wall with an almost wistful expression. “you’re really no fun, you know that? think of the story we’d have—dating your enemy’s best friend… well, whatever else it might become.”

“we’re not exactly ‘enemies,’” C sighed out, observing D with a strange, inscrutable look. they seemed to be trying to read D’s intentions, as if searching for some hidden motive beneath the casual words. “i just don’t think it’s a good idea for you to get involved with them in any way.”

“you’re acting like i’m going to ask them out or something,” D said as they gave C a sidelong glance. their tone was flippant, but there was a defensive edge to it. “i’m not about to go falling head over heels. it’s just… fun.”

C gave them a skeptical look, trying to gauge just how serious they were. they knew D’s habits, their tendency to flirt and play around without letting feelings get involved, but something about this felt different. maybe it was the way they’d looked at you, that lingering fascination that seemed out of place for someone like D, who usually brushed things off before they even started.

“D,” C said quietly, almost as if they were choosing their words with care. “just… be careful, okay? i mean, you know what happened last time.”

D’s smile faded slightly, and their eyes took on a cold look.

“that was different,” they replied, a touch of anger in their voice now. “and anyway, i don’t need you looking out for me. i can make my own choices.”

C pursed their lips as they tried to think of how to say what was on their mind without making things worse. “i’m not trying to play parent here, D. i just don’t want you to do something you won’t be able to deal with later.”

D’s expression grew even more guarded, the usual playfulness in their eyes dimming to something harder, more closed-off.

“thanks for the concern, but I’m a big kid, C,” they said with a faintly strained smile. “you don’t need to worry about me.”

the air between them felt chilling and C wasn’t entirely sure how to fix it. they had only meant to protect their best friend, to stop them from getting tangled in something they knew was bound to end badly. but D’s response had left them with an uncomfortable knot in their chest, one that seemed to pulse with a mixture of worry and frustration.

they walked back to their shared dorm suite in silence, neither of them speaking as the quiet settled between them. C could feel D’s thoughts simmering, a subtle resentment that they weren’t quite sure how to ease. and for some reason, that feeling of helplessness only made C more irritated.

as they reached their suite, D barely registered C closing the main door behind them. they ignored their green-eyed friend’s soft, wary look, the way they almost seemed about to speak before they thought better of it. without another glance, D moved to their own room, shutting the door with a sharper click than they’d intended, leaning against the cool wood and breathing out slowly.

the familiarity of this old frustration settled in their chest, the same sensation they’d managed to bury over time and miles—until tonight. seeing C’s expression, their concern thinly veiled beneath their chalcedony gaze, had brought it all rushing back. and for one brief, shameful second, D found themself resenting their best friend for it. they hated them for thinking they needed to protect them. hated them for reminding them of the person who had taken so much from them, left behind an utterly mangled version of them, burned up everything so badly that D was barely recognisable in the aftermath.

they let out a soft, bitter laugh, sinking down onto the edge of the bed, fingers pressed to their temples. if only C knew how pointless their worry was. there was no wound left to guard, no vulnerability to shield. they’d lost that version of themself long ago, and no amount of protective warnings or shieldings from C would bring it back. because the truth was that there were pieces of themself they would never fully recover. pieces that had been taken and then, with brutal finality, lost entirely.

they were ruined. ruined.

a part of them knew C’s warning had come from that familiar place of concern. C really was family to them, even if they would never understand what they’d been through. D would never wish it on them, ever.

D really wasn’t interested in dredging up those old feelings, that kind of attachment. they’d been honest enough with themself, ruthless enough, to know that what they wanted now was simple and uncomplicated—just fun, just a distraction.

it was just physical attraction. that was all it had to be, and nothing more. it could be simple. no one would get hurt—not you, and definitely not D. they wouldn’t let it become more than a surface-level game. they’d played it before and they’d play it again, this time without letting you to come close enough to shatter them like they did.

D closed their eyes, forcing themself to refocus before their thoughts involuntarily took them to you. and it made them nauseous, that feeling, the warmth of it expanding in their chest, a reminder of something they couldn’t afford to want. D didn’t trust feelings of that sort, they never will.

cursing under their breath, D pushed off the bed and went straight to their desk. the sleek metal drawer on the side clicked open, revealing a row of small bottles, pills neatly aligned. the sight of them was a strange comfort, like they were seeing old friends lined up and whispering about the relief they’d be providing D with, waiting to make everything easier.

D reached for one of the vials, hands steady despite the storm churning inside them. it was an old trick, one they’d used more times than they could count. just a couple of pills to quiet their mind, to drown out the feelings that were starting to unravel the control they’d fought so hard to keep. they twisted off the cap, fingers almost mechanical in the familiarity of the motion, and tipped two pills into their palm. they swallowed them dry, the bitterness sliding down their throat as they sank onto the bed, waiting for that numbness to settle in.

they closed their eyes, willing the thoughts of you away, clinging to the silence that was beginning to spread, blotting out the warmth in their chest before it could turn into an inferno, the faint ache they’d hoped never to feel again.

after a lifetime of feeling too much, the numbness was desperately welcomed.

[takemetodragonstone]

sometimes a relationship with your father is like “my father is a malignant presence, a bully, and a liar” and “I’m better than you” and “let me out. I don’t want to be you” and “I just do what my dad tells me” and “I can see through you” and “why did you never ask me?” and “he sees everything” and “you have a hard time finding a happy medium between worshipping him and wanting to kill him” and “he loves me. he does. it’s just a wrong kind of love expression” and “fuck dad, he can kick me as many times as he wants” and “pass me the fucking shotgun” and “dad, please. /what have you got in your fucking hand?/ i don’t know, love?/ love? you come for me with love?” and “there’s nothing you could say to me now that I would ever believe” and “are you a cunt?” and “he never even liked me” and “I can’t forgive you … but it’s okay. I love you” and “it’s what dad would do” and “you hated him./ I loved him” and “maybe the poison drips through” and “he was so terrifying to us” and “when he let you in, when the sun shone … it was warm in the light” and most importantly, “he made me breathe funny”

[nouverx]

WHY SO SERIOUS?? 🎉 Nika is here to party!!

A little unfinished project I started on flipaclip last year while the Luffy and Kaido fight was still happening in the anime :D

[mossy-rossy]

I love shippy stuff but I also wish there were more stuff of the Tadfools just being buds post canon?

How do they help Astarion with his renewed allergy to the sun?

What if they ALL went to Avernus with karlach?

Can they please sass wylls dad during dinner? Can they walk around Baldurs gate like his personal detail glaring at all the naysayers?

Imagine them all squeezing in a tiny room at Shadowheart's parents as they help them rebuild.

Visiting waterdeep and they all have a incredibly specific and themed room at Gales tower like it's a 2010 avengers tower fic.

And fuck it, I don't know how they make it work but they should all pull up on vlaakith in mf dragons, cheering laezel as she brings her False God down.

Just... I want adventures, I want laughter and healing and messy petty lil fights. I want to see the Tadfools as friends.

[anathemafiction]

Gotta say, even if you don't like the idea of your Romanus being insecure about the scar on their cheek, do at least one playthrough where they are because I just edited one of the scars scenes you get with Hadrian, and ahhhhh it's so sweet 😭😭

[bookofbrokencandles]

ROs' birthdays

Since I'm barely managing to get back to writing this week, I decided I'd do something and post the charactes' birthdays(+ages at the start of the game and zodiacs) for those curious

Day: December 18th, 1897. Sagittarius. Age: 28.

Night: April 14th, 1898. Aries. Age: 27.

Bat: October 25th, 1893. Scorpio. Age: 32.

Myra: May 19th, 1898. Taurus. Age: 27.

Dominya: June 21st, 1895. Gemini. Age: 30.

For those who don't want to do math, this does mean the game takes place from 1926 to 1927. Not that that has much significance because this timeline doesn't adhere to the real word one.

[dlartistanon]

"I miss Amiya, I miss her so much"

[redwinterroses]

Skizz for Hermit red yarn pins:

1. Mumbo's comment on his last HCs9 video, stating "no word on new members! ☺️" <- weak, but implies that new members are a possibility. Also smilie face is sus

2. Skizz being part of the Guess the Build challenges, along with relatively big names in MCYT

3. Skizz being invited to the server to play Decked Out -- yes, along with other people ("hermit hbomb" red yarn trails off to a separate board here) but he was the first confirmed and the first discussed.

4. The entire OlympZITS event with Zed, Impulse, Tango, Skizz, False, Doc, Joe, Beef, and Cleo

a) Zed: "Have we got all the hermits on? I think we're still gathering people together at the moment. We've got Impulse, Skizz, and Tango there..." b) Tango stream VOD titled "OlypZITS Mini Games with EIGHT Hermits!" and summary: "8 Hermits meet up on Zedaph's patreon server" c) VintageBeef: ""I had a team mate, his name was Impulse, and we were taking on... six- no, SEVEN, other hermits..." d) Doc's offer to give Skizz redstone lessons "soon"

5. Scar's comment about not wanting to give spoilers, implying there's something to spoil

6. Skizz continually talking about how "it's gonna be a big year for the Skizz" and how he and his wife agree that he can't keep doing full time dayjob and MCYT at the same time

tbh point 4b is the nail in the coffin for me, but all this adds up to SKIZZ HERMIT REAL for season 10 and if I'm wrong and my wall of red yarn and pins is a lie I'll find a hat and eat it.