#everything is the same but rosette is a gamer

[weddelledseals]

remembered them again (im really insane)

[madamhatter]

it’s a cool, rainy day outside and the ultimate gamer fell asleep on the small couch in the common room. what to do?

Affable spirits gather and loners disperse inside the shelter they refer to as home, properly known as the Main Course dormitories at Hope’s Peak Academy.  Dulcet drizzle greets the closed window panes of the common room, lethargic grays washing the scenery outside to a day meant to inspire languor yet could create a humdrum. Not a ray of sunlight poured into the room, only the tint of ashy drowsiness that oft accompanied such occasional summer rain shaded the room.

Any remnants of color existed in the form of the sleeping princess laying across the white couch. Rosette stains painted her lips, partially parted with content hums from her long-awaited and frequent slumber. Powdered blush pink curls frame her placid expression, lids heavy and at peace with repose, and her pale face turned away from the cushions.

Utterances of the indistinctly nonsensical left her lips, folded right-arm unmoving but her reached out left-arm flexing slightly with her fingers curling in. Whisked away into the illusory realm of dreams, Briar Rose left her rainy reality to an escapist’s paradise. Yet, her form in the true world remains at peace, undisturbed, and greatly protected.

In the well-preserved and wide collection of stories protected in the grand libraries like in the Kingdom of Novoselic, and much like in ancient monarchies as the aforementioned country, the stories of princesses had their expectations. A princess was never without their guard. Stationed at the side of the couch, dressed in well-worn grays and only a hand’s reach away from the resting form of the ‘princess,’ was someone. Well suited was her morose gaze, readying daggers for any potential disturbances. Yet, she was not a knight and there should have been a knight. 

At the side of the couch had not been an armor-clad and proud figure. Indistinguishably silent, yet not the more honorable and noteworthy, her presence was never accounted for in such fairy tales. Knight, guard, warrior, king, queen, witch, dragon, fae-- all roles one could play a part in the story. However, she who rested at the side of the princess was one without a written role.

Not a role worth spending a key or ink stroke on. It is a role that is uncredited and nonexistent in the lines or in between the lines. A figure existing outside of the story, that was her fate.

And her name was Sophie.

Hatmaker, custodian, gardener, caretaker, etc. -- all different masks she wore for her faceless existence. A fate without rhyme or reason, fortune, and joy, that was her’s. Shapeless and empty, she could do what she must with her meaningless purpose. 

It was all whimsical blarney, how tiredly her head rolls with such a thought, to allow herself to be whisked away like this from the rain. 

Tiredness reveals sobering truths that may never otherwise come to light. Ashy-gray locks cascade over her dark cardigan’s shoulder, eyes glazed over by the impending heavy lids daring to shut. 

Yet, she couldn’t help herself being caught in the charm that accompanies such a life she knows as ‘Sleeping Beauty.’ Perhaps, one could call it bewitching. The pun animates an exhausted smile on her lips. 

At the flat palm provided by the ‘princess,’ her flushed cheek rested against it. Far too carefully, far too scared, she would’ve drawn closer and applied pressure. But, what would’ve happened it she awoke her? What if she felt what hid in her heart? What if her own burdens were too heavy if everything came to light--?

Her eyes flutter shut, reveling in bliss. 

Yet, pessimism was a coldness far too dense to thaw so soon. Fairy tales didn’t exist and she was simply Sophie. Her eyes slowly open, huffing, and her usual frown erodes any previous mark of happiness. 

Her place known, her existence meager, and she still found herself hesitating to continue with such philosophy. A conundrum, she notes, a terrible one that she couldn’t keep herself in. 

Impermanent sweetness is deadlier than anything she’s known. It could ruin everything she’s lived for. And it intoxicated her far too quickly; from a glance with pink posse irises that lingered moments too long to a smile that exposed her shrewd heart, it could spell disastrous. A potency she could have never imagined, something that shook her core, was sleeping behind her, aimlessly muttering twaddle.

She should’ve followed her old procedure. She should’ve taken the initiative and taken the other to bed, quietly tucking them in, and leaving the common room empty and available. She should’ve switched the lights off and closed the door -- severing any chances of losing herself again.

But, she didn’t. Instead, she sits alone in the presence of happiness that will sooner erode her staunch facade. Her sweetness was the hatter’s undoing.

How much longer could she fool herself, she marvels at the inquiry. For how long until the clock strikes midnight and this game of imagination disappears? How long could she dance and lie before the magic dissipates and the truth comes out? 

Nothing could come out of this anyways. 

Happy endings never included people like her. Endings, too, would never include her. That was the divide between them.

She had nothing, could do nothing, and will have nothing.

She was simply Sophie Hatter.

She countlessly wished she wasn’t. 

Maybe it would’ve soothed the unbearable, impossible emotion she has for a story that would never have the ending she wanted. 

A painful breath escapes her, reality strangling the whimsy from her mind. Its unmoving spirit resides now in the graveyard of her hopes and dreams she created when young and had her wings clipped. 

Something hot trailed down her cheeks, something that clouded her vision, and shriveled her heart. It wetted her face. Yet, she will not admit what it was. Just in the same way she couldn’t speak out loud what came from her heart.

She could only wish again and again. None answered, but she clung to one childish thought that they might.

She wished she wasn’t caught up in this unfolding tragedy -- this humiliating realization.

She wished she wasn’t in love. 

[hrxhwamin]

hello all once again~ this is rosette, the forever stressed out full time student that likes playing god by studying for exams two nights before. i’ve had the chance to plot with a lot of you lovelies already, but i want to plot with more of yous so if we haven’t plotted yet pls like this post and i will come crashing through your walls like the koolaid guy in those commercials ( am i aging myself yet? ). aNYWAYS, let me introduce to you my doter 1 of 2, ahn hwamin. 

she’s a seoul native who moved here at the age of 10 with her mother and sister after her parents divorced (on good terms) as her mother had dreams of publishing novels and decided that aerong village in ganggukdong would be the perfect place to peacefully complete her writing (ten years later and still nothing, but there’s no rush when your rich doctor husband takes care of everything, amiright?). hwamin has a youtube channel where she posts mukbang videos and is pursuing a degree in computer science at KATE (sponsored by rich doctor stepdad, ofc). when she’s not out eating food for her moodiez (what she calls her fans) then she’s at home playing video games with her friends to pass the time. i will add a plot page sometime down the line for her, but for now if you have any plots you think that hwamin would fit pls come throw them my way~ i’m putting a short tldr; down below for those who are interested in learning more about her~ 

tldr;

the second oldest of six kids. one being her biological younger sister, an older step brother from her step father’s last marriage, and three half siblings ( two on dad’s side, one on mom’s )

her parents got divorced when she was 10 and her sister was 7, the marriage ended on mutual terms as they both realized that they were both unwilling to sacrifice their dreams any longer.

her mother ended up taking them with her to hwaryung when she decided to pursue her dream of being a novelist in a peaceful little city, and her father now resides in seoul doing what he loves the most, teaching philosophy at yonsei university

her mother remarried a doctor five years after the divorce and her father remarried a fellow professor

she attended hwaryung academic institute for high school with the help of her stepfather as he wished for his children to all attend the same school and so he wanted her to attend the same school as her stepbrother

after the sudden burst of tourist activity in hwaryung following the winter olympics, hwamin decided on a whim to film a video titled “the best that hwaryung has to offer,” little did she know that this video would become a sensation and start her career as a mukbang youtuber.

for hwamin, family is everything and she would kill anyone that tried to hurt any of the people she cares about. sometimes she wonders just how different her life would have been if her parents never got a divorce, if she got to see her father a lot more often than just during holidays and her birthday… but she wouldn’t trade what she had right now for the world

her decision to pursue computer science was spurred at a moment’s thought when she was playing a game with terrible controls and thought to herself “i could probably make a better game” … she may be realizing that she’s bitten off more than she can chew, but the perseverance is strong and she’s making it through… with a little bit of help.

headcanons;

loves cheesy hallmark movies and wouldn’t mind staying in on a nice cold day with a cup of hot chocolate and binge the cringiest and cheesiest ones of all.

has a hard time saying the words “i love you” directly to anyone, but will show you that she cares through her actions

music taste ranged from soft ballads to outright gangster raps

her passion lies in food, but her palate is as sophisticated as a five year old she knew that she had no future in the culinary arts, yet the girl has a knack for making even mcdonald’s seem like it’s a five star meal because of how much she enjoys the little things in life. which is why she decided to start a mukbang series instead.

hwamin still doesn’t consider herself to be famous because of some videos that she makes because she enjoys it and wants to show people that her little has lots to offer. she still gets flustered when people approach her and tell her that they love her videos.

she calls her fans “moodiez” because it’s a mix between her name (min) and foodie… but with a z at the end because she thinks it’s cool looking.

wanted plots;

members of her family (especially her step brother or younger sister)

gamer buddies

internet friends

fans of her mukbang series