#chat: rosetta

[panthepeter]

Peter poderia facilmente evitar as fadas, ou tentar uma relação mas amigável – porém cutucar a onça com vara curta era muito mais interessante, já que Rosetta se estressava somente de ver seu rosto. "Ah, obrigado por me entender! Pensei que teria que pagar alguns sacos de adubo pra te convencer." Imitou a mão sobre o peito da mulher, expressão falsamente preocupada. Seu sorriso voltou a se abrir quando voltaram a atenção ao casal, já no fim de seus votos. "O único pó mágico que você deve ter provavelmente é ilegal e causa alucinações nos outros, tipo aquela em que eu sequestrei Tinkerbell de vocês... Na verdade, se tivesse um pouco dele seria maravilhoso, não quer me dar um pouco não, flor?"

"Não, não foi eu quem riu na hora do fale agora ou cale-se pra sempre... Quem riria numa hora tão romântica dessas?" Pan bufou, trazendo mais um docinho para os lábios para disfarçar o sorriso, olhos brilhando com malícia.

[watcrfairy]

LOCATION: one of their bedrooms FOR: @rosettafleur

"Which one?" Holding up two shades of blue eyeshadow by her face, only a shade apart, Sylvie's eyes turned towards her friend, expectant. She could practically hear some of her other friends telling her they were the same shade, but she could rely on Rosetta to see the difference. To understand. "This is important, Rosie, you're the only one I trust with this!"

[lcstmarbles]

LOCATION: your choice ?? FOR: @rosettafleur

He had heard she was back, but he did not want to bother her. She must be overwhelmed, both with her own emotions and friends wanting to see her again, and Tootles wasn't sure where he fell in that. Spotting her sitting alone, though, he couldn't walk by without checking in, seeing for himself that she was okay too. "Hey," he greeted her quietly, hoping he wasn't interrupting something. If she was waiting for someone, he wouldn't linger long. "How are you doing?"

[thebrightsidc]

LOCATION: wherever you want bestie FOR: @rosettafleur

It felt like much longer than two months. Dessa was pretty sure if they were gone any longer, she was going to start sprouting gray hairs. She barely wasted any time looking Rosetta over, just ensuring she was in one piece and didn't seem to be sporting any wounds before pulling her into a tight embrace. "Oh, Rosie," she whispered, relief flooding her voice, "don't you ever leave us again."

[bingbcng]

LOCATION: florist shop FOR: @rosettafleur

"Hey! Rosetta!" He knew he could find her here. Okay, maybe he didn't know, but he hoped. Bursting through the doors, grinning from ear to ear, Benjee wasted no time grabbing Rosetta's attention. Hopefully she wasn't busy, but whatever she was doing would just have to wait. He was too excited. Gesturing to his face, eyelids covered in eyeshadow and cheeks covered in accidental glitter, an attempt had been made. An attempt he was extremely proud of. His wings didn't look too terrible... though they had taken him a full hour to get somewhat even. She didn't have to know that. "What do you think?"

[modelcitizentomorrow]

“How do people use these things?” Fawn looked down at her nails that were damn near claws now, trying for the third time to unlock her phone. She wasn’t one for fake nails. She usually clipped hers as short as possible. But when she saw the display in the shop, she couldn’t help herself. She was a sucker for a nice orange shade, and they had seemed so pretty. But now here she was, not even ten minutes later, trying to pick the index finger off. “Rosetta!” She turned to her friend with an almost comically concerned expression. “How am I going to take a shower without mauling myself?”

@rosettafleur​

[ratatatastic]

to be fair to them this time maffhew completely fucking up "uusikaupunki" is kinda worth giggle gaggling for ill give them that

but sasha youre so terribly whipped for a man doing horrific linguistical crimes to your language please stand up

cannot wait till the interview vid drops and we learn whatever theyre giggle gaggling about here isnt actually that funny in the first place

[menace-behaviour]

*Station 118 Shift Swap Group Chat*

B-Shift Paramedic: I need to swap out on Saturday. Someone HMU please.

Bobby: Wait, so HMU isn't "hold my umbrella"?

Chimney: No. It’s actually "hummer med underkläder", which means "I love you" in Swedish and I think that's beautiful.

Eddie: "Hummer med underkläder" means "Lobster with panties".

Hen: How do you even know that?

Eddie: My Mother wanted at least one child that could speak to her parents when they called so she wouldn’t have to.

Chimney: You know what, Diaz. Your childhood trauma and resulting multilingualism is really getting in the way of my best work.

Eddie: Your best work? Tricking Bobby into thinking hook-up slang means something innocent?

Bobby: HOOK-UP SLANG!!?!? I texted the Commissioner “HMU” during that hurricane last week??

Chimney: *Ignoring Bobby* That’s “Gaslighting the Elderly” to you, Rosetta Stone.

[pastryland]

carcar completed fic recommendations

If any of the authors of the fics mentioned here or are tagged and don't want their fics to be here, please let me know and I'll remove it!

Will update this list periodically

❤️ = favorite

⭐️ = I love fics by this author in general

🔗 = part of a series (will usually only put fav from series on here)

❌ = triggering themes

🔥 = explicit

the better half of a good time - 4k - 🔥

“Most guys, they look at the date.” He manages to make it sound both admiring and chiding. Oscar is very quickly losing control of this conversation. “Do you make a habit of just giving your license out? To every stranger you meet?” “Only those I really like.”

The So-Called Narrative - 10k - 🔥

“It’s annoying. Whatever. They’re not going to stop.” “Not if you keep hating on me.” “I don’t hate you,” Oscar says, a little too hastily. “Hating on me.” Carlos’ lopsided smile is amused, too knowing for comfort. “They’re two different things.”

Stars Are Blind - 19k - 🔥

“Not so bad for a virgin. Right?” Alex says to Oscar as they shake hands after the match. His face immediately scrunches up. Their palms stay connected over the net as they stare at each other. They are both deer caught in the headlights. The cringiest longest handshake of Oscar's life. “What?” “What.” Alex answers, not like a question, just a statement.

It ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race - 38k - ❤️ 🔗 🔥

He waits on the line for way too long before Carlos’ voice finally seeps through his speakers, a deadpanned “What?” accompanied by a loud background noise almost covering it completely. “It’s Oscar.” He says, tapping his knee nervously. “I know, I can read my screen, Piastri. I was just hoping it wouldn’t actually be you.” Carlos snorts. Initially, Oscar had been slightly ashamed of having to hunt down their old group chat to find Carlos’ number, especially when he had noticed it was the only one not saved in his contacts. Now, though, he can't find it in himself to feel guilty at all. “I see that the venom in your coffee tasted amazing this morning.” “It always does.” Or: Carlos, Oscar and a project.

take it or leave it - 6k - ❤️ ⭐️ 🔥

r/relationships: My (22M) coworker (29M) keeps irritating me at work

Old Habits Die Hard - 15k - ❌ 🔥 + Carlandoscar, Landoscar, Carlando

The downside of Oscar's job is that he's always in danger. And the pros? None. Well, unless one counts having a massive crush on his employer, who has the sex drive of a rabbit and is practically always half-naked. But the fact that his employer is literally part of the mafia is definitely off-putting. Oh, and he's married.

rosetta stone - 7k - ⭐️ 🔥

Maybe it’s just Carlos’s competitive nature at play here, mistaking a desire to win for–desire.

masterpost for all completed fic rec lists

[inkcapjester]

detailing who/how i think kotlc characters sound like bc im a nerd

sophie: adora (shera) but more so in the later books

keefe: a combo of chat noir, lance (voltron) and rainbow dash’s edge to her voice

fitz: a combo of mako (korra) and late show ferb

dex: ron (hp) if he wasnt british + dipper

alden: obi wan kenobi

biana: mixture of rosetta (tinkerbell) and rarity but younger and british

cassius: preminger (princess and pauper) but only a smidge more normal + viren (tdp)

gisela: mother gothel!!!!!!

grady: nanami (jjk) but less depressed in the later books

tam: megumi (jjk) + keith (voltron)

linh: silvermist (and NO NOT just cause shes the water fairy lmao)

fintan: solf j kimblee!!!!!!!!! (fmab)

i will try to add more periodically when they come to me

[bingbcng]

"Do you have to sing or anything?" He asked, he didn't really know much about pageants. He wasn't sure he could pass the talent part, he didn't know what he would do on stage. If Benjee had any hidden talents, well, they were still hidden from him as well. He could answer questions, smile and look pretty, but what else was he supposed to do? Maybe he could get some pointers from Rosetta and watching her do her thing. "With makeup and everything?" He clarified. "That'd be cool. I wonder what I'd look like all... dolled up."

Rosetta was eating the flattery up like it was her favorite dessert. She got so in her head about these things that having someone hype her up was what she needed to get herself right out of the more toxic mindset these competitions could bring. She practically swooned at the thought of Benjee being a part of a competition. She had never been asked that before. The smile on her face was so wide she thought her cheeks were going to start to hurt. "They are so much fun! I can't even begin to describe the feelin' I get from doin' them....Of course you can. And if you do, you have to let me doll ya up! It would be so much fun!"

[mintnoodles]

[ID: Coloured cartoon/anime illustration of 3 women (Lucia: Plume, Lucia: Crimson Weave, Luna: Laurel) in regular attire, with yellow lighting. They look like a schoolgirl, biker chick and a comfy gamer respectively. They're described further in detail ahead. In the background are doodles of several characters. Lucia Plume stands, looking down wide eyed at a kermit plush in her hands. She wears an oversized green coat with red lining over a uniform (blouse, red tie, black skirt with red lining, stockings, leather shoes). Her skin is tan, her pigtails are done with rectangular red bobbles. Tiny horns poke out of her hair. Lucia Crimson Weave stands next to Plume with a wide legged, confident stance, hand in jacket pocket. She gazes to Plume from aside. She's tan, her white high ponytail done with a large bunnyear red ribbon. She wears a white jacket with red lining/accents and decorative zippers, red goggles around her neck, black turtleneck crop top exposing some underboob, navel piercing, denim shorts with belt chain, black fingerless gloves and ankle boots. Her legs feature several scratch scars. From her left hand dangles keys and a frog keychain. Luna sits with fingers clasped across knees, looking up at both Lucias with a slight smile. She's pale. Black bobbles tie up her shorter white twin tails. She wears black headphones with red accents. Draped over her is a thin white cardigan edged with a grey diamond pattern. Under is a blouse with a red ribbon and grey moon charm, anklelength white skirt, and grey socks. In the background are several doodles of other characters. Liv and Lee in school uniform. Liv has a braided bun and cochlear implant. Lee has a blazer and pimples and a neutral look. Liv smiles wide as she says 'Lucia! You can sit with us!' Commandant (in biker helmet and jacket with gray raven emblem) rubs their head awkwardly while presenting a wrapped gift with tag reading 'to: Lucia' Rosetta (in neck brace and arm cast) glares determinedly with yugioh card between 2 fingers, saying ''Alpha'. It's time to duel.' Behind her Diana in a deer sweater worriedly says 'rosetta please rest.' Phone with group chat named 'ASS NET'. 3 speech bubbles surround it: Exaggerated smiling chibi Roland emanating hearts. 1 heart bounces off a tearful chibi goth Lamia. 1 screenshot of of a youtube page featuring Lamia: Lost Lullaby's mermaid design. End ID.]

punishing gray raven but it's just the postapocalyptic rpg run by a very determined Luna for her younger sister and her friends. Chapter 1 to 8 is their shaky start to getting used to the system before they hit their stride, Luna gets better at narration, and a couple very weird dice rolls lead to wild story adaptation.

Read more for closeup of the phone

[ID: Luna's phone. The ASS NET group chat features some reaction emojies: Heart, skull, fish. The youtube page is a torso shot of Lamia: Lost Lullaby. The cut off title is 'v] ORIGINAL SONG || 'Lost lullaby'. The 3 recommended videos are: 2 Bros try ghost pepper challenge. Thumbnail is chibi wide smiling Kamui, angry Camu and a pepper. Study with me | 9 hours. Thumbnail is Chrome at a desk with a book. ASMR. Thumbnail is blank eyed Wanshi with a syringe. End ID]

[prince0fpaints]

A little snack

Vampire!Sloan x Reader!

Warnings!! - nothing in the first few parts but a little suggestive towards the end, no explicit sexual content but proceed with caution if it makes you uncomfortable!! Enjoy!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ*✩‧₊˚

“A halloween party, hm, why not.”

Ah, old hallows eve, a time where the crisp air nips at your skin, the beautiful orange, red, and brown leaves crunch in a satisfying manner underfoot.

The smell of cinnamon hit you as you walked into your apartment, courtesy of your landlord having gifted the tenants candles for the season. You smiled as you watched a few of your neighbors exit their apartments, one in particular, Stacy, stopped to talk to you as her children raced each other around the balcony.

“Oh ___ how are you, happy Halloween!”

You smiled at the older woman, she's been kind to you ever since you moved into the complex.

“Ah, happy Halloween, I've been good, just thinking of what to do tonight since tomorrow is Halloween and I'm not one to go trick or treating..”

Stacy let out a soft chuckle, she understood your predicament. She offered a smile and reached into her purse, handing you an envelope

“Well, if you have nothing to do, take this, it's an invitation to a party up at the old manor on the hill,”

“On Rosetta drive?”

“Yep! I have no use for it because my kiddos are going to a friend's house for a small party, I don't need to go to a bigger one. So here, have fun!”

You took the envelope, impressed by the aged look and even more so because of the wax seal.

“Oh! And don't forget to go in costume, the host said it's required. Have fun ___ and happy Halloween!”

You waved goodbye to Stacy and her children, opening the letter and reading it over.

Dear ___,

I hope to see you at the spooktacular Halloween party on Rosetta drive!

Grab your favorite costumes, because they're required for this one-of-a-kind celebration.

We'll be serving up hauntingly delicious food and drinks, as well as hosting some seriously scary games. prepare for the fright of a lifetime!

Looking forward to seeing you there!

You chuckle at the goofy nature of the letter but a part of you can't help but wonder one small thing as you enter your apartment.

Why was it addressed to you specifically?

. . .

You groaned at yourself in the mirror, wondering if the bloody fang marks were a bit too much.

You were about an hour into getting ready and fretting over the tiniest things! You'd be fine, after all, if you didn't leave now, you'd be late for the party.

You left the fang marks as is, and headed down to your old car, getting in the driver's seat, buckling up and pulling off. You followed a few other cars up to Rosetta drive, the sheer amount of cars you saw in the little cul-de-sac for a driveway had you gobsmacked, and as you stepped out of your little blue beetle, you were equally as shocked to see the incredible costumes others wore as they chatted and laughed on the way inside.

You sigh, as you dragged yourself inside the manor.

. . .

You were basically a wallflower the entire time, only ever asking where the snack table or bathroom was, you weren't having the best time but it was still a fun night.

However, it wasn't long before the host of the party came out, waving to their guests and welcoming them all to the party.

Soon enough said host came down, dressed in the most convincing vampire costume you had ever seen, the cloak looked like a shadow that fell wonderfully down their shoulders and back, the midnight black suit held their body in the most perfect way. Every detail was perfect, down to those oh so convincing fangs.

Meanwhile your shoddily put together costume was practically falling apart at the seams, the pale makeup you applied to your face and neck, slowly being sweated off due to the heat. You needed a breath, and a break from all the hardcore EDM music and shouting. So you stepped outside, but not to go unnoticed by a certain party host.

. . .

You rubbed your forehead in an attempt to quell the oncoming headache you felt, finishing up the drink you had in a red solo cup, which was mineral water, even though more alcoholic beverages were offered, you opted for a more sober option.

“Enjoying the party? I know it can get a little intense in a big house like this.”

You don't recognize the voice that came from beside you till you turn and recognize the vampiric host. You’re taken so off guard that you end up dropping your drink, and given an apology.

“Oops! My bad, I can get you another one!”

You shake your head.

“Nah, it's fine, uhm, thanks for inviting me.”

You tried to strike up a conversation, but it sounded bland, so you began to play a game of 20 questions. It was going well, you were both having fun, until you heard a familiar sound of a stomach growling. Followed by nervous laughter

“Haha! Sorry ‘bout that, guess I’ve been so busy that I forgot to have a snack break!”

“Well why don't we go inside and get you something to eat?”

They seemed to blush just a bit at your unknowingly forward comment.

“Really? You’d do that for me?”

“Yeah, you have food inside right? Let's go.”

“Oh.. about that..”

You tilt your head at their pause, your confused expression turned to one of surprise and wonder as they explained how they weren't just in their Sunday best for a party, and that they were an actual vampire, those pristine fangs were not just for show, they were real, as real as they were.

And the next thing you knew, you were in their bedroom, sitting cross legged in front of them as they took off the many layers of their clothes. Now just in a very frilly button up and black dress pants, shoes long gone as they excitingly bounced over to join you on the plush bed.

“You've seen vampire movies, right? And I'm not talking about twilight.. They've got the representation all wrong! ”

Even as you sat on their larger than necessary bed, blankets wrapped around your shoulders, you listened to them blabber on.

. . .

“And then-”

You press a gentle finger to their mouth, gazing deep into their eyes, their brown, slightly red iris gazing back into yours. At that moment, the both of you drifted into your own little world, the party going on downstairs was of no concern to the both of you, not anymore.

Sloan let your finger find its way into their mouth, your index finger pressing against the pad of their wet tongue. It felt good, way too good.. Maybe.. A little bite wouldn't hurt..

You hissed as you felt one of their fangs pierce the flesh of your skin, they looked up at you with a sorry expression before closing their eyes and licking the droplet of blood away. And then, it happened. Their eyes shot open, pupils the size of pinpricks. They were hooked.

They released your hand as they cupped your cheeks gently, just inches away from your mouth, breath heavy as they began to beg you.

“Please.. Oh god please.. Let me in amor, open up please let me taste you..”

Your breath hitched, legs moving to wrap around their waist as they pinned you to the bed. Your mouth was as dry as a desert, no words wanted to leave that prison of your voice box, so all you did was nod, lips parting to allow that little access that the vampire you had above you wanted oh so badly.

You winced as you felt sharp teeth bite into your lower lip, and at your sound of discomfort, they licked the wound they inflicted. Mumbling sweet apologies and nuzzling their nose against yours.

“Oh my sweet.. I'm sorry, I got a little ahead of myself, I'm so very sorry.. ”

You shush them with another gentle kiss, your trembling hand cradling the back of their head, your pinky gently smoothing over the back of their neck, guiding them to the crook of your neck, whispering to them encouragement and praise.

“Don’t worry, please just.. Take what you need, I'll be fine, go ahead.”

If they weren't in love with you up to this point, they were head over heels now. And with your guiding hand and willingness to give in, they licked at your neck, right over where the fake bite marks lie hours ago, and prepared to make new ones.

“Deep breath..”

And you felt nothing but bliss as those perfect fangs, sunk into your supple skin.

You were in Heaven.

[thebrightsidc]

LOCATION: dessa's place FOR: @rosettafleur

"Are you sure you're feeling okay? I think it's the weather change, it feels so sudden here, it's got me feeling all... stuffy." And, oh, was she paranoid about being sick. Being sick interrupted her sleep schedule. Her sleep schedule being thrown off made it harder for her to focus. It just spiraled. "I'm going to be taking Theraflu tonight, just in case. Better safe than sorry, don't you think?"

[panthepeter]

Pan fez um som ofendido, pondo uma mão no coração e face horrorizada. "...Não!? Eu sou um amor, impossível não se apaixonar por mim." Equilibrou a caixa e a deixou em cima da mesa. De uma forma ou de outra, sempre acabava em contato com as fadas. "Jura? Nunca tive problemas naquele lugar, deve ser má sorte de iniciante. Mas já que falou do creme, Rosinha, preciso de um favor seu. Para Tink." Seu tom de voz diminuiu um pouco, preocupado com o bem-estar da melhor amiga.

“ let me know when you get there so i know you’re safe, okay? “

"Very considerate of you." Cantarolou ao colocar as caixas em cima da mesa, a entrega das flores devidamente preparada. "Unless... Well, se isso for um jeito bonitinho de me mandar pro inferno, eu vou ficar chateado e vou chorar na sua frente."

@rosewthcrns

[bingbcng]

LOCATION: masquerade ball FOR: @rosettafleur

Benjee was having a blast. Nothing eventful was happening, really. He could have signed up for the matchmaking thing, but he didn't want to limit himself to meeting one new stranger when there was a whole ballroom filled with them. So that's what he had been doing, during his many dance breaks anyway, chatting with everyone about their suits and dresses and hairstyles and masks. The whole place was dressed to the nines and he loved it. But out of all of them, he could spot Rosetta across the room. Of course, he didn't know it was Rosetta, but her dress! It was so pretty. And if it was pink, shiny or puffy he was going to notice it, so she had really caught his attention. Breaking away from some poor stranger whose ears he had been about to talk off for the last ten minutes, he bounded through the crowd until he reached the redhead, wasting no time to start gushing. "Hey! Your dress is awesome! I love it!"