#ch: rosie

[ashton-ryder]

👄 Rosie

send a ‘👄 + character name’ and my muse will talk about that character @rosiesdiner

"Rosie sure knows how to run a diner huh? And the garden. You guys have really stepped up to help maintain some order and calm within the building, so.. thank you. I don't have much to offer within the building itself, but Rosie and you? People listen to you guys. Well, also because you guys hold all the food."

[r0sie-bun]

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[crowholtz]

Strahd & Helene's Snowball Fight

A wonderful gift I received in the Misthoppers Server art exchange Secret Santa from the gorgeously talented @anae-art This scene is so important to Helene and Strahd's relationship and I'm so so so happy I finally have art of it. Thank you. I'm over the moon with this!!! (scene context under the cut. CoS spoilers)

It was somewhat early in their relationship, but it's such an important moment for them. No corruption, no mind-altering blood sharing, no using sexuality as a weapon, no manipulation or fighting… just. them being cute.

We call moments like this Strahd being "lucid", without Vampyr looming in the back of his mind. He's not Strahd the Wolf (warlord Strahd), he's not Strahd with Vampyr, he's not Strahd the mage, he's not the cursed Strahd obligated to chase the same woman for thousands of years… he's just… Strahd the man. Having a snowball fight with the woman he loves because she told him she's never had a snowball fight before. He looks so carefree in this piece. He's falling in love. And it's unraveling all of his plans.

[ninetyminutes]

Have this entirely self-indulgent, perpetually pining Lorne Michaels edit:

I Fall In Love Too Easily by mxmtoon

[saturdaynight-2024]

[ashton-ryder]

Ashton was exhausted, physically emotionally psychologically, his shoulder hurt more than the past few days. And not gonna lie, he slept in for the first time in years, decades maybe. It was unlike Ash to wake up after the sun, but perhaps coming back home closer to dawn and making sure Jer was alright in his own bed before he sought the comforts of unconsciousness had the effect of wanting to sit in that state longer considering being conscious sucked for the last 24 hours. He once again only left making sure they were both fine after crawling back into being awake, then did he get to work for the day. If only just the most minor bits of work, giving himself the grace of rest for working to clean up the night before, these were the rare few times Ashton admitted to himself too being too tired to do anything more.

The garden was easy enough to get to, Beau taking care of most things that day already. And so he simply came by in the late afternoon to check on the empty glass beer bottles he left out from the night before to dry, hoping they'll come in useful one day. It was good to see Rosie out of her sickness, the earlier roster had been divvy out without her, being sick, though Ruth assured everyone that it was just a common flu. So there wasn't much to do, Ash didn't have the brainspace left to think of what they could both do. "Hmm?" Ash looked up when Rosie spoke, he was sitting on the ground making sure each bottle was cleaned and the smell of alcohol was gone before putting them aside to be store away.

"Oh, it's nothing," he shook his head, neither Emily nor Charlie had been too involved with the garden, they had enough to focus on down below with the supplies and diner, "no no, all of this for Spring, was Beau's doing." It was impressive seeing the NFL athlete get down to a little bit of nerdy work with him and sharing all the plans he drafted up for this season and even the next. The man was insanely talented and Ash still gets pleasantly surprised by his good friend. It was good to see him come back out and continue to find the reason to do so everyday.

"He practically helped prep the entire space for Spring when I was out of commission too after the beach," Ashton continued before turning the attention to her, "glad to see you up and about again though, you feeling better?"

@ashton-ryder

where: rooftop NATURALLY when: april 2nd because this day hasn't already been really rough on him, did he even sleep since last night who knows I certainly don't BUT we know he wouldn't shirk his plant duties even if he were dead

There was an elephant in the room even when the room was a rooftop. Most everyone knew at this point; Rosie still felt like the last even if she wasn't. Not that it was a contest or anything, but she thought she'd earned the rung closer to Charlie on the ladder of trust before Ash. It was a petty thing to think... Ash did so much for the family. Rosie only ever looked out for Charlie. She didn't deserve that closer spot... but did she deserve to be told what was happening instead of finding out like the rest of the residents had? Everything changed with the newcomers. Or returnees in the Roses case. She'd never felt so far away from Charlie and being quarantined in her apartment with the flu for so long only made it worse. Rosie picked up an empty plastic pot then set it back down. She picked up the pruning sheers, but in turning to the plants nearest her on the table, nothing needed deadheading. The diner... Charlie's confidance... now the garden -- was she not needed her anymore either? Ash looked normal, working away at the plants who were happy to see the April sunshine. He did that a lot... looked fine when everything wasn't. She felt a thorny vine of betrayal twisting around her heart. Weren't they friends too? Charlie's secret wasn't his to share, but he knew how close Charlie and Rosie were. Had he known before Rosie was sick? Had he looked her right in the face while she chatted about Charlie and Emily's new joining to the kitchen staff, knowing how hurt she'd be once this all came to light? "Thanks for um... looking after everything." She'd meant it about the plants, but realized it could be taken differently so she made the distinction quickly, "I don't know how much Emily is involved with the gardening stuff even though she's really great with the diner, so maybe it was just you or --" Charlie sometimes helped with the plants, more so the random ones Rosie kept everywhere around the building now she had free reign, but Charlie's name stuck in Rosie's throat. Rosie set about picking fresh mint, always in stock, maybe she and Ember could scrounge up everything to make mojitos later.

[hope-zhang]

//int. rosie's diner - morning. 26th april. @beauclary

Hope and Dante had already come to a mutual understanding before they arrived at the building that they had people they needed to see before regrouping to understand what the fuck was going on in this building, Santi telling them of who was still there, still alive. And all of a sudden, Hope knew this was where she should be.

The last two days of isolation hasn't been too bad, considering how long she locked herself in that greenhouse, this was paradise; clean water, something to eat, a bed to lie in, a roof over their heads, walls to keep them safe. She spent it acclimatizing back to certain creature comforts they haven't had in months. Even her plants were happy, there was a visible shift in their mood being able to be static for once, maybe even actually sink their roots somewhere. But most importantly she had been brimming with excitement.

Once the initial interviews and tests were done, her smile was brimming once she was left alone in quarantine, rummaging for a separate container for a very specific plant she has saved for a very specific person. Sure, it once might’ve been just symbolism to mourn and she might’ve just named it Beau to get her through the roughest patches of loneliness, and she might've talked to it at night alone to not go insane. But now it felt like it was all worth it for even trying to save a small cutting of the red buckeye from the botanic garden and lugging it around this whole time.

The moment she was let out, similar to Dante, she had an immediate goal - annoy the shit out of her college bestie. With an small army of seedlings and plants in her arms, she was off looking for that football dork of a man, a betrayal of their degree as she'd like to joke. The moment she spotted him in the diner for morning rations, she carefully placed down her plant babies on a booth table, and landed the sneaky assault, full on tackling into Beau from behind with all her might, voice giggling with a dramatic mocking swoon like of one of those annoying fans he had, "oh my god, is that football star, the Beau Clary??? I've been dying to meet you, can you sign my arm?"

Her small framed tackle obviously had zero strength to actually throw off the bulkier taller man, but her arms held on and squeezed tight around his torso before letting him go and stepping back so that he could face her wide grin. She wasn't much of a crier but her gaze had been watery to see him again now that she could look up and actually see his face. She did a little hop and jump to be able to throw her arms over his shoulders, murmuring into the hug, "missed you beau-y, you big doofus, literally thought you died flinging footballs at these chompers."

[ashton-ryder]

"Okay, sure thing," Ash nodded, having no problems with whatever they wanted to learn that's their decision, he can give people his opinion on what they should work on but he wasn't going to shadow them, they'll have to discipline themselves. "Then let's start with a few laps back and forth," he gestured from one end of the roof to the other, "work on your offensive techniques, ways to maim, harm, before we try them out."

He remembered enough of her current skill set to dive right into conditioning without having to reassess again at the start. Worked out well considering he usually preferred being on defensive. "Laps around the roof, whenever you're ready," Ash giving her the space, starting off slow with just conditioning of stamina, ready to join her on the quick runs around the roof. "And if you need a hard stop just let me know."

Little did either of them know a two meal offer would be like winning the lottery come spring time. For now it was a small wager with revisions still stocked and spices lining the shelves. Everyone's fridge was still on and Courtney was downstairs chatting with Ria in the community room.

Rosie did a little jog in place and twisted her arms back and forth to stretch her torso. In hindsight, she should have warmed up inside, the chillier weather out here already tightening her muscles. She was learning lessons already! Although infected wouldn't exactly wait for her to stretch while chasing her.

"Umm..." Usually Rosie went with Ash's schedule on training. He was a great teacher. Letting her pick today's exercise was as good a mark as planning out the others -- he was open to her decisions and what she wanted to focus on -- not just blazing through what he thought they should do. As always, Ash was considerate. He would have made a really good doctor, the medical kind that was.

"How about offense ? Like I'm offense."

[oscarisaacss-wp]

12 DAYS OF GIFMAS… DAY 4, your oc in another universe: ROSIE LAWSON in LOVE, ROSIE + ERIN THINDREL-CLARK in CUPID’S CHOKEHOLD, Alternate Spiderverse Fanfictions.

i. pinterest board for love, rosie

ii. pinterest board for cupid’s chokehold

[crowholtz]

Strahd's love is hungry...

An amazing Helene (my Strahdmancing Blood Cleric Aasimar PC) and Strahd piece done by the talented @erumiryll

[ashton-ryder]

The rooftop garden had been one of those unspoken duties Ash had volunteered to help in, considering its importance for survival, self sustainable food and water was priority at this stage, not having given his working on trying to make communication outside a second thought in a while. "They can live with the hops." Ash followed Rosie out of the greenhouse, moving a crate of seedlings that got a head start in growing during the winter in the artificial warmth. "It's nice though, that the garden's warming up again. bring some variety to the food." Sweet potatoes were no more, pretty sure everyone has been sick of those. "Where do you want to transplant the carrots?" He gestured to the carrot seedlings in the crate already carefully removed.

@ashton-ryder

"Everything seems to be coming in nicely," Rosie squinted at the sunshine after exiting the greenhouse. As soon as the weather warmed, they had moved what no longer needed to be inside the little shelter out into the sun. She was looking forward to the vegetables that summer would bring. "I know everyone's excited about the hops we started, but we can't really do anything with them until the second year." Would they still be here that long from now? Alive?

[ninetyminutes]

Chevy inviting Lorne out for drinks and Lorne being super excited because he thinks Chevy asked him on a date. And he shows up dressed a little bit nicer than he normally would, like I’m picturing Rosie helping him decide on an outfit that makes him look good. But when Lorne arrives he’s surprised to see Chevy amidst a bunch of other friends/cast and crew, not to mention the fact that Chevy clearly had a girl hanging off his arm. He’s obviously disappointed because he had hoped it was a date, so now he feels like a fool for presuming Chevy would want to go on a date with him.

Turns out Chevy had meant it to be a date and had really only invited Lorne, but someone must have heard him talking about going out for drinks because then all of these other people show up. He’s really annoyed because there’s this random girl he wants nothing to do with talking his ear off and he can’t find Lorne in the crowd of people and he just wanted this date to go smoothly.

[flywolfwriting]

Throw Me in the Deep End Ch. 7

“Well you look… nice,” Rosie said as Alastor came into the kitchen. “Got a date tonight?”

Alastor gave her a scathing smile. “That’s more your modus operandi, no?”

She shrugged, resting her chin in her palm. “Ya never know, maybe some lucky lass caught your attention.”

“I have a meeting at Sidewinder, if you must know.”

Rosie sat up. He really had her attention now. Alastor only went to Sidewinder when he didn’t want Husker to know who he was meeting with, and Rosie couldn’t think of anything currently that might…

Ah. Maybe one.

“With whom?” she asked, aiming for nonchalance.

“That is for me to know, dear Rosie.” Alastor picked up his cane and made for the door. “I’ll be back late.”

Once the door closed Charlie crept from her room, peeking down the hall where Alastor had disappeared. “Does he work tonight?”

“Apparently,” Rosie hummed. “Where’re you off to?”

“Vaggie and I are going to the park,” Charlie said without meeting Rosie’s eye.

Rosie raised a brow but didn’t call her out on her lie as the girl left. If she was going off on a secret adventure they’d find out soon enough. Besides, that meant she had the house to herself to plan what she’d be doing with her current paramour.

—----

“This is a terrible idea, Charlie,” Vaggie said, glancing behind them into the dark alley. Night had fallen before they set up around the corner from the entrance to the Hellfire Club, where they had a view of the door but could duck around the corner to avoid notice if need be.

“This is the best idea,” Charlie countered.

Vaggie grimaced. “People are going to think we’re escorts again.”

Her chest panged at the reminder, but Charlie had planned for that. “No they won’t because we’re wearing trousers.” She gestured to her tweed pants and suspenders.

“Where did you even get these?” Vaggie tugged uncomfortably at her collar.

Charlie made a face. She couldn’t very well tell Vaggie she’d gotten them from Alastor because it was easier to avoid making a bloody mess with trousers than with a dress. She didn’t know how to explain to the girl she liked that there was a reason…

She shut that thought down before it could get too far.

“I borrowed them from Alastor’s closet,” she lied.

“These are awfully short for that giant.”

Charlie flinched and pointedly did not look back at her friend. “They’re old?”

She could practically hear Vaggie roll her eyes. “Sure, if that’s what you want to go with.”

“It is.”

“Okay then.”

They lapsed into silence as Charlie watched the street and Vaggie perched on a stack of abandoned crates.

“What if he doesn’t come?” she asked.

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[saturdaynight-2024]

[ashton-ryder]

He didn’t expect her initial outburst to his suggestion, as if the words of reasoning didn’t really sink into her at all. Ash gave Rosie a grave, stern look of warning, they didn’t have time for this, he was one moment away from simply dragging Rosie away himself, she’ll thank him later.

Plants didn’t really have feelings, at least not the way human process them, but Ash bit his tongue, as long as she was willing to move right now. “Exactly, those are the most important ones,” Ashton’s words haven’t been this curt in awhile, being nice doesn’t keep you alive. “Go, the people downstairs need help too.” He held on to the pots he could in one arm and led Rosie forward with his other, quick strides towards the stairwell.

She tilted her body to hand off some of the pots to Ashton's offered hands.

"Just the herbs?!" Rosie didn't just sound, but was personally offended and held the remaining pots a little closer as if she were covering their non-existent plant ears so they couldn't hear their parents arguing.

"Alright..." she conceded, but only because it was for her safety and Ash's. She didn't want to pass out on the stairs and break her neck over some rhubarb. "We'll grab what herbs we see on the way back down. I don't want them all to feel like I abandoned them."

Rosie frowned as though the greens were her literal children, "but at least the roof and diner are safe." When it was determined only half the building was affected, she'd feel more relief.

[flywolf33]

TMITDE Ch 14

This could not have happened at a worse time. Alastor had done very little the last several days other than read and reread every article he could find about the discovered bodies - his bodies, that he’d been so confident were well and truly hidden. From what he could gather they’d found a different body not far from his own dumping ground, and their investigations led them to some of the remains the swamp hadn’t swallowed. Years worth of carpet bags filled with soil and bones. A misplaced knife - one Alastor was certain did not belong to him, as he’d immediately checked his supply upon reading about it.

Of course it was Angel’s. Or, Angel had used it when he killed and attempted to dismember his attacker. Attempted poorly it seemed, since it had been discovered so quickly despite how deep in the bayou it had been. How unfortunate the thug had taken him so close to Alastor’s dumping ground.

It certainly made cleaning up the whole mess all the more complicated.

Alastor was furious of course. Had he not already agreed to help Angel he would have left the boy to dry and found a way to pin all the murders on him. Whether or not he was old enough to have committed the older murders was irrelevant; even if they found anything from the early years those would most certainly be degraded enough to be inadmissible.

Or so Alastor thought. He didn’t dare look further into it; not with all eyes on the incident. Viewership for his show increased, however. Everybody wanted to tune in for the latest updates and Alastor was happy to give it to them. If he had a tad more information than the other sources… it was never enough to be suspicious. He was very careful to toe the line.

The show did turn out to be a bright spot. The bid closed the day after the serial killer story broke and Alastor was surprised to find another company had swooped in and outbid VoxTech at the last moment. He’d laughed for several minutes when he heard; he could imagine Vox’s face turning puce with rage at being thwarted once again. Another win for the Hartfelts. Alastor had never heard of the company that took over and he didn’t have time to look into them at the moment. All he needed to know was that his show was safe and, as an added bonus, he got a raise.

He’d made his maman’s gumbo in celebration, and even Charlie didn’t question what meat he chose to use for it.

Despite the risk, Alastor still needed to work out how to clean up Angel’s mess and keep him out of the detectives’ eyes. That meant tracking down anyone who might know he’d been with the victim that night - and that meant stalking Valentino’s goons on a side of town he rarely went to. He didn’t dare drive; better to walk and be able to slip quietly away when needed than draw more attention to himself. He could always call Rosie to pick him up if he needed.

Shortly after lunch, while Alastor’s current target was smoking on the corner, a flash of blond hair caught his attention. He shouldn’t be surprised to see Lucifer here; it was a more affluent neighborhood after all, and hopefully that meant he was about on his own business and not following him again. That would be hard to explain.

Alastor slipped back into a narrow alleyway to watch him. Lucifer stood in front of the theater, clearly watching for someone, and Alastor couldn’t help a lurch of jealousy in his stomach at the thought that the man might have other friends to spend time with.

Him, jealous? What a ridiculous notion.

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