#about rose

[5ivebyfive]

With Rosh Hashanah approaching, I decided to get special nails.

Apples and honey anyone?

[larosebisou]

I love when my boyfriend puts my necklace on me. It makes me feel like a bit of love is locked inside the clasp to stay with me when he isn't around.

[a-ramblinrose]

Spent this week stuffing the local little free libraries!

I went through all my books, read and unread, a massive undertaking that took days. Also sweat and tears. Plus some screaming. Maybe some screeching.

But: ✨️ Over 100 Books Unhauled!!!!! ✨️

[ghnosis]

record store haul (plus 7 inches of satanic panic, not pictured) and kandi from sweet angel @auggusst 💜💜

[roselyn-ravenblade]

Such a sweet thang you are, it's a wonder you haven't found a kind, sensitive gent to enjoy the wonders of nature and her bounty with!

"Nnngh..." it was all of the sound the woman could make at the random appraisal, a derisive snort of empty amusement colliding with a clenching cringe between her teeth. She continued rolling up the newly purchased scroll of parchment she'd need for her watercolor study in the wild. "No...I'm...I'm good."

What perhaps the anonymous assessor did not know was that Roselyn often considered people a little too distracting to enjoy any sort of wonder or study of nature with. At their worst, she found people annoying with their insistence of filling a space with words, when she craved the silence to think, and to study, and to create, or even distract her from more mundane work. No matter how kind, how sensitive, people by nature were an investment of attention, and she was not one to be so invested, but on her own terms. Rose enjoyed people and found them to be interesting and even inspiring...but in spurts, and often at a distance.

[rosenonsense]

I’m still on this godforsaken website for two people: Professor Calculus Stan Account and celebrity crime kitty maia arson crimew. I care not for anything else.

[rose-n-gunses]

if you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog! 💛

Omg I'm always so bad at coming up with fun facts about myself it's why I hate icebreaker activities 💀 but I thought about it and here we go:

1) I've had several poems and a few short stories actually published because my creative writing class my junior year of high school published an anthology of a bunch of our works

2) I've been writing fic since middle school (just for myself) but hellcheer is the first ship I've written that isn't x OC and it's the first I've ever posted my writing for

3) I did voice lessons for several years in middle/high school so even though I haven't done legit lessons since covid I still think I'm pretty good and I LOVE doing it (I still sing all the damn time and I think that if I wasn't such a coward I could join a band lol)

[rosy-dolly]

[thornychairman]

Rose's Stats

Name: Spencer Osman Rose (formerly Spencer Osman Guzmann). Age: 50-55. Birthday: August 19. Gender: Cis Male. Family: Father, Mother, Peony (Brother), Peonia (Niece), Sister-In-Law, Raihan (Son), Raifort (ex-wife).

Eyes: Green-hazel. Hair: Black.

Origin: Paldean-Galarian. Hometown: Hammerlocke.

Job: President of Macro Cosmos, Chairman of the Galar Pokemon League.

Good Traits: Charming, Intelligent, Confident, Decisive, Determined, Kind Bad Traits: Manipulative, Totalitarian, Self-Centered, Stubborn, Argumentative

[reimeichan]

Looks like we had a shitton of fusions happening in the background while nobody was looking and now I exist as an alter.

Hi, I'm the new Brown. I'm a fusion of the old Brown, Blue, Sakura, Mocha, and several trauma-holding fragments. We were all working through our own various traumas and thoughts and feelings in the background together and that led to us eventually fusing together into... me. I don't fully understand it all myself, but I'm okay with being me. It's definitely nice for all those fragmented parts of me to finally feel a little more "whole" again.

[5ivebyfive]

What's the easiest Fandom to write for?

What tropes do you avoid like the plague?

What tropes do you enjoy?

What fandoms do you dislike?

If you had to write a story based on the last song you listened to how would you crush it or would it crush you?

What is something you hate being asked as a fanfic writer? (I probably should have asked that first...oops)

Definitely Trimberly. Used to be Brittana, but I haven't written them in so long that I don't think I could anymore.

I don't think I avoid any tropes, really. I love writing tropes. They're a lot of fun. I even wrote several fics purposely to use certain tropes.

Enemies to Lovers is my favorite! Or even...like....opposites to lovers. Anything in between. Friends to lovers is good, too. It's just not one I write as often, unless I'm doing straight canon-esque fics.

I don't know that I have any I particularly dislike...except I still despise Klaine and the fandom.

What WAS the last song I listened to? Say Nothing by Naomi Scott. I think I'd HOPE I'm crushing it. That song is on a few of my fic playlists and I feel inspired by it. Honestly, it might crush me in the sense of...I could make it super angsty. Like...Trini crushing so hard on Kim, but can't tell her or talk about it, and she's too busy thinking of all the reasons Kim would never go for her, thinking about her faults, thinking she doesn't deserve it or it'll never happen, so she just suffers every day and says nothing. Something like that.

Something I hate being asked. "When will you update?" "Did you abandon so and so fic?" "What's your favorite fic you've written?" Or like...asking me to write things I don't think would happen/they would not do, don't seem in character to me. Cause then I have to turn it down and I just feel guilty doing that.

Thanks! These were fun!

[larosebisou]

I was tagged by @gloomdivision! Thank you, dear 🩷🎀

coffee or tea | early bird or night owl I chocolate or vanilla | spring or fall | silver or gold | pop or alternative I freckles or dimples | snakes or sharks I mountains or fields I thunder or lightning I egyptian mythology or greek mythology I ivory or scarlet | flute or lyre I opal or diamond | butterflies or honeybees I macarons or eclairs I typewritten or handwritten | secret garden or secret library I rooftop or balcony I spicy or mild | opera or ballet | london or paris | denim or leather I potions or spells | ocean or desert | mermaids or sirens I masquerade ball or cocktail party | Brutus or Judas | roses or peonies | cover or remix I photography or painting | tattoos or piercings | kindle or hardcover I antique or modern | candle or incense | past lives or multiverse | monopoly or scrabble | fiction or nonfiction | silk or cashmere

If anyone wants to do this, consider yourself tagged! I'd love to see your answers.

[a-ramblinrose]

I might of treated myself to a little too much holiday cheer!!! Actual book haul pictures tomorrow when the lightning is a bit better and also a story that really shows how scatter-brained and ridiculous I am!

[ikam177]

Some lovely people have tried to inform me that real hedgies can have clicky purrs and I am very much aware of that. I just think Shadow is built different.

Like, louder.

[roselyn-ravenblade]

Did you have a favorite toy as a kid? Do you still have it? If not, what happened to it? Have you ever considered trying to find it, or one just like it?

The Gilnean doll had been the most expensive toy Rose had ever managed to own as a girl, only after a year's worth of pining for it, and tending to every lay duty at the chapel as needed (no trade offs).

She was all of 14 years when she finally received it on Winter's Veil, and her Uncle had told her that she was perhaps getting a little too old for dolls (what lady was too old for dolls!?) and she remembered tearing into the packaging and tearing up simply at the sight of the familiar packaging highlighting the emblem of a the particular dollmaker, of who's window she'd stared at every night to gawk upon the glorious creations. She could hardly remember the name of the dollcrafter or business now, but they had done marvelous work in Old Gilneas, all those years ago.

It was an ostentatiously flamboyant dress on that porcelain doll that she absolutely loved, some piece of example of pure elegance she was much too frumpy to ever pull off in the same way. She remembered herself drawing it endlessly, and with it she got in her practice on the structure of feminine faces to a memorized art, she thought. She thanked that gorgeous doll for the many sessions locked in her room, spent scribbling away.

The doll had been lost many years ago to a crumbled Dalaran like most other things of hers, but she had never again really craved another like it, or owning any porcelain doll at all, really. As she grew from the girl she was, the fantasy for dolls drained for her through the years. They seemed unrealistic or uncanny perceptions of beauty that were unfair, and at times unsettling, Beauty was in the raw wild, found in unconventional ways and places. Dolls were just a bit creepy. Their eyes followed you everywhere you went and expressed nothing.

She'd thought her uncle would be proud of her now, finally outgrowing such things.

{ @themadamelioness }