#hannah xx rose

[luminiciant]

hannah baker is back

[xomoosexo]

broooooooo

[apollos-boyfriend]

elytra crafting recipe????? hannie rose. hannah xx rose listen to me. you know what must be done

[dreamep]

I’M SO AFRAID CAN EVERYONE PLS LOOK AWAY

Hannah living in an L moment and it’s not ending 😭😭😭😭

[brooklynislandgirl]

@honorhearted {{xx}}

By the time Beth reached her fifteenth winter, she'd been married a countless number of times. Beneath the rose-bower her father had planted for her mother when the Boston house was still only it's foundations and her parents were a little younger than she is now, solemn in her best dress and her caplet for Mass. Under the graceful and slender arms of the willow trees just on the outskirts of the Setauket farm, where she pretended the well mannered old hunting dog was her dear groomsman. A full five years younger than Andrew and his friends, she was sometimes left out of their games and their education, thus making it necessary for her to play on her own. These weddings were sometimes rushed and sometimes languished until she was called in by her governess, Hannah, to take tea and some light meal. Not one of those nuptials lasted past an afternoon, and none were so much her favourite as the ones where she closed her eyes tightly and imagined Ben taking her trembling hand. Perhaps that was the truth of the tears and inconsolable grief that fell over her as a bitter pall when he went away to school and the family in turn moved inward to their fine new house in Pennsylvania. She could not know then that her father grieved the loss of her mother in child-bed, that their home had become a crypt to her memory, and that the new house was some salve for his spirit. He had never not doted on her, but perhaps that was how she had been forged…wrong, given more latitude than any could imagine. She should have been an excellent prospect for a happy future but in her heart of hearts, she has more in common with a younger son than all the society maidens of her acquaint. Each year that passes she is those twelve months closer to spinsterhood. The stirrings of war were perhaps a blessing as much as it is a curse, delaying the inevitable. She will at it's end ~and of course it must come to a conclusion, either in much hoped for victory or the purgatory of defeat~ be given to someone of her father's choosing. But here? Here is her heart's yearning. With straying lock eloped from its queue, with a body like mountain stones, with a countenance of brooding night, he is set over his papers. He hardly stirs, seems more effigy than living man. Then towers over her when he gets to his feet before her trembling fingers fully affix the token and she does not know what else she should have expected. They certainly have had no sweetness between them in these last days. She is as doomed now as she was all those years ago. He says nothing when she speaks and she steels herself to take her leave once the offering is given only to find herself caught within his grasp. Watches his mouth work for a moment and cannot look away from him. She half expects him to push her away but instead Ben chooses to caress himself against her palm. His gaze swims in the light of his candles, reflecting their glimmering light. Hannah is not here to herd her back to the house, nor is there a holy father in his black robes to rescue her soul from its imperilment. She is not so sure she would heed either one well with the way he is gazing at her, and with how her heart leaps in her breast as if to throw itself at his feet. His voice surrounds her like night and shadow when he asks the ribbon's purpose. But before she can answer, he takes hold of her face and kisses her forehead, ever so chastely. So close is he that she wonders if he can hear her heart beginning to crack. If only he could know what it feels to have him so close and yet unable to do anything about it. She is his friend, yes, but not as she should be.

He torments her with another peppering of kisses, his lips soft and tender as she dreamed they might be. Kisses that half cage her breath in her throat so that it staggers forth drunkenly and comes to a crashing halt against him. His fingers abandon her wrists in favour of her waist, a touch that holds a heavy sort of intimacy and her knees become as water. She melts just as easily as the wax being consumed by its flame on his desk. His next question, the caress of his mouth against the shell of her ear, turns that flicker to conflagration and were she a house, she would be only ashes. Pity then that she is only human and her own hands move from his chest. One rises to his shoulders and take perch there while inching its way toward his hair,  while the other settles near his hip and fingers tighten. This purchase on him is all that keeps her upright, when all of her wants to simply sink against Ben. All of her turns to molten fire as his teeth graze against her skin. All the air in her lungs seems to dissipate in that moment as her heart sets a thunderous pace. As every last inch of her strives to be that much closer to him she rises upward, pressing her modest curves against him despite the fact that some parts of her are now painfully taut. She starts to nuzzle him in return before he catches her and draws her gaze upward ~she doesn't hear the little wordless sound that ekes out of her throat~ and he pours himself into her gaze. Hers is hazy with a certain sort of madness, half lidded in the dim light. Her throat rises and falls beneath that second caress as she manages a shuddering whisper. "Is ceol mo chroí thú, Benjamin." Thick dark lashes settle against her otherwise pale skin and her eyes close and her lips part. The time of her tongue slinks across them in an invitation to kiss her proper. She feels her belly tighten and it feels like a flock of birds startled from their brush take wing within her. Lost in the moment she is left standing there unsteady and bereft when Ben pulls away from her and she momentarily recoils. What has she said? What has she done that he would retreat from her? She takes a needed half step back to steady herself and above her gaze her brows knit marking her confusion when she opens her eyes and tilts her head. On his knees he looks anguished, not a thought of prayer or God anywhere to be found in his visage.

Something inside of her breaks. Neither anger nor despair, not quite hurt. She has no word for it but it puts mettle in her spine. Now empty hands smooth her skirts and she takes a sobering breath, blinking back the moisture suddenly gathered there. For a split second her lips purse closed and the corners of them tremble as she tries desperately to gather wisps of thought into something more substantial. When she does? She takes the few steps that kill the space between them. It feels strange to be able to gaze down into his face though she isn't much taller than he is this way. "I know," she begins slowly though there is kindness laced through her words. "Caleb let slip, why do you think I came? Do you honestly believe I could watch you ride into hell's embrace and not...not wish to have spent these last moments? I don't know where you will go. What you will encounter with your dragoons. But I do know that when you go, you will take all of me with you. Saints preserve, because...because I love you, Ben Tallmadge. That is all the truth that need live in my heart." She cradles his face between her small, trembling hands and this time she tilts his face upward. Every word she spoke is etched in the lines of her face, in the way her eyes darken before she lowers her face to his and presses her lips against his own.

[watsername]

LOVE hannah xx rose . btw . love her .

[bigboobyhalo]

c!hannah: hey girl are you. uh. are you from mississippi. cuz you’re the only. you’re the only miss I sippy

c!tina: hannah xx rose will you make me the happiest woman on this server—

[galmiahthepigeon]

HANNAH LORE LET'S GO. WE WIN THESE. WE WIN THEEESEEEEEEEE

[xxromymadleycroftxx]

“ @romythexx : In August last year my friends and I started a football team called @whippets_fc I’d never played football properly or been part of team sports before, but having time off from tour it felt like the perfect opportunity to try. We joined a league and started playing once a week and training on Sundays, and by December we had won the league! 🏆 ☺️😍 So proud, love you all Whips! I’ve felt so much happier since being a Whippet, meeting amazing people with such a strong sense of friendship, community and support. Didn’t realise the effect football would have on me, haha. Thank you to @super5league for putting it all together, would recommend it to everyone! Gorge shoot for @dazed by our own 🌟📸 @cococapitan ❤️ “

[crunchyblocks]

this is the only thing that can save us from dnfskephalo yellow yaks

[solardrink]

SHES A FAIRY SHES A FAIRY I LOVE HER SO MUCH

everyone shut up c!hannah is canonically a fairy now that she has the elytra THIS IS THE BEST NEWS EVER.

[luminiciant]

another day another mcc slay

[gingersp1ce547]

I’m sorry but none of your favs go harder than Hannah-mother-XX-fuckin-rose killing her, cow, a bee, and all of her wolves because they were contaminated by the egg. She does NOT play.

[apollos-boyfriend]

icarus. hello! i am writing hannah into a fic (as an angel lmao) and i was wondering if u had any advice for me when writing her i wish to respect the xx rose herself

omg omg okay! so the first and biggest advice i have is to listen to her character playlist [link] to get her overall vibes. nothing i ever write will ever get across the sheer emotion of her playlist so ofc i have to advertise it first and foremost. it has become the channah bible to me.

the most important thing when writing hannah is to remember that she's just. kinda pathetic. yeah, she has the capability to kick someone's ass in a fight, but she doesn't ever resort to violence. at all. she rarely even considers it. she's extremely emotional and takes people's words to heart, making her super sensitive and prone to getting hurt. she's a people-pleaser! she sees the best in people, because that's how she desperately want people to treat her. she's smart, but also extremely naive. in times of trouble, she tends to pile all responsibility onto herself, which often leads to her feeling an intense amount of guilt after the fact. when she sets her mind on something, it's basically impossible to dissuade her. she can be competitive and overly stubborn, and although she doesn't outwardly lash out if she loses, it takes a mental toll on her due to her taking things so personally.

despite all her kindness and optimism, she's also just a bastard sometimes. she has a sharp-tongue and extreme amounts of wit, and if she's close to someone, she's far more comfortable with joking insults and back-and-forths. her sense of humor is one that doesn't always land, which makes her extremely self-conscious, but doesn't stop her from trying anyways. she occasionally likes to pull pranks on people, but those also don't tend to land as well as she wants them to. as i said, she's just. kinda pathetic sometimes (affectionate)

[mc-slowwalker]

usually I try to stay slightly out of twitter discourse stuff (because sometimes the original callout or whatever had a point it just got overtaken by people who don’t actually care so it’s more nuanced than just “twitter is bad”) but I would like to thank ms hannah xx rose bedwars for giving me an opportunity to say with 100% certainty that twitter is wrong and stupid

[gardenergulfie]

Hannah Rose DSMP Headcanons

-Hannah XX Rose is her full name. The XX part was added during her Bedwars career.

-She’s a full fairy. She does have wings but they’re mostly hidden under her armor. Her ears are pointed and she can summon flowers but roses are the easiest to conjure.

-Being a fairy means that she cannot touch iron without it burning her. She hides this fact from others and continues to use iron tools herself, making sure to only touch the wooden handles

-Hannah knows Purpled from Bedwars, a gladiator event. They’ve fought many times, both together and against. Hannah considers him somewhat of a little brother

-Hannah also worked as a mercenary alongside her Bedwars career. She has had many interactions with Punz, a fellow mercenary, because of this. They have a rivalry but do respect how good the other is at their job.

-Hannah is not one to be underestimated. Most people see the pink clothes and dainty fey ears and think she’s an easy fight. They are wrong. Hannah is a beast with an axe. That combined with her quick thinking and tricky nature means that she can easily turn a fight around to get the upper hand.

-Hannah keeps her wings hidden at all times on the DSMP. She knows about Dream’s rule of no flight and doesn’t want to face repercussions for breaking the rules. Even after he’s locked up she still keeps them hidden