#rosa ;; threads

[missdcalls]

"i must admit, i am surprised you messaged me." especially after how their last encounter had ended. things had gone well until joseph had gotten...weird. as he stood in his own doorway with his arms crossed over his chest, he made a mental note to keep things normal. no more mentions of his ex, regardless of how much marcia looked like her. "did you want to come in?" // @romanticlcver

[romanticlcver]

continued from here! | @falscgcds

she had started out playing cool but it's hard to hold the facade, the sound of his voice alone sending a fluttering through her unbeating heart. it's really him. she should never be allowed to see him again. she moved away, changed her name, started a new life...why is he suddenly standing in front of her? she almost doesn't hear his response, a soft expression glazing over her eyes for just a moment before she snaps out of it. her throat is cleared, posture straightened, one leg crossing gracefully over the other. "i've never seen you before in my life," she lies smoothly, lifting the warm coffee to her lips. it's not a drink that satiates her, but she enjoys the warmth radiating from the cup, enjoys doing little human things when she can. "i do have one of those faces. you're confusing me for someone else." the look she gives him becomes a sharp one, doing her best to seem firm, confident. all she wants is to hold him again, breaking her own heart with how coldly she has to treat him. it's for the best...for his best.

[etxrnaleclipse]

@radicalrascals liked for a starter || Grace and Miguel (oh boy they coming)

"It's funny... It's been years and somehow it feels like yesterday when I last saw you."

[openwxunds]

availability : open to anyone location : outside a party

aurelia was the kind of person who went into parties with the intention of getting in some sort of scandal. there was an adrenaline rush from getting into the headlines for all the wrong reasons. also, it meant getting a call from mom and dad which was always a plus. but once the adrenaline rush ended, she was left with the same emptiness. outside of this party, she was feeling that ache that she could never seem to get rid of. but she couldn't let anyone know that's how she was feeling so instead she lashed out. "take a picture, it'll last longer," she said to the person staring at her.

[solver-drone-rosa]

*Cyrus hugged her slightly tighter before letting her go*

“Bye Rosa!”

*She waved one last time before hurrying into the ship*

Rosa returns the wave with a soft smile, turning and spreading her wings to take off

[howthesleeplesswander]

Two questions in one

What are some words that will get you on your knees? Scared. And why do those words have such an impact?

Answered! || @itsthedeadlyduo

((I snorted so loud when I first read this asdlfsjd but then when Amaya replied it got sad 8'D tysm for sending this!! It was super fun to answer! ;w; ❤️))

"I beg your pardon?" Amaya's hand went to her chest, brows pinching and lips agape. At least the other quickly provided further context to clarify implied vulgarity—although their intended meaning wasn't much better.

"Truthfully, I'm concerned as to why you would ask such a thing," she said, her expression only minutely smoothing from aghast to apprehensive. Yet, almost more disturbing than the questions themselves was the speed with which answers crystallized in her mind.

Not words, but images: a collage of shattered glass, their edges razor-sharp and dripping red; obfuscated with a charcoal haze, and yet Amaya would never forget the horrors they held.

Screams and blistering fire. Horse hooves pounding on red-slicked pavement. Smoke and fear so thick she could hardly breathe.

So much destruction. So much suffering.

If Rosas was ever threatened...If she had to face the loss of another home, if she failed to protect anyone else she loved...

A familiar ache echoed deep within her bones. Amaya weathered it the same as the rocks along their fair island's shore weathered the tides: worn down by each crashing wave, but steadfast all the same. Unbroken even under the most relentless onslaught.

"No words could possibly convey the pain I would feel if anything were to happen to Rosas." And there, on the very word expressing it, the queen's voice was woven with a thread of that heart-wrenching, world-changing anguish. A deep breath wavered at the inhale, hitched in her throat before releasing again...slowly...becoming steady. When she continued, Amaya's voice was hardened by the same resolve that gleamed in her eyes.

"My husband and I built this city not from ashes and rubble, but from the strength and spirit of those who stood beside us amid that destruction. Even if the worst were to happen—" again, added the part of her that bore the scar of being hollowed out by all she'd lost, "—so long as there was a single hope for Rosas, I would not despair. I would fight for it to my final breath."

[rachelhargrovearchived]

character: Katerina De La Rosa @katerinadelarosa

location: Hamlet performance

Spreading out the picnic blanket she'd brought for herself and Kat, starting put down the lawn chair and other things that she'd gotten for them to have a cute little set up. "You know, I am pretty sure that I haven't actually seen this play ever performed. And I know for a fact that you are only coming with me because I suggested a picnic with alcohol probably." Rachel teased, knowing that literature and theatre was not exactly Kat's thing, but she was appreciative of her friend coming anyway.

[backmaskcd]

closed starter for @callofthxvoid (rosa)

"It was fucking terrifying," CC had been describing the lake incident to his best friend, and he still wasn't entirely sure what he had even seen. "And that is why I absolutely refuse to ever go anywhere near the lake again."

[hopcflowered]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: closed for arturo de la rosa ( @iustitiias ) 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: nearby the healer's hut at the cadbury ren faire

to see her colleagues of the ministry wandering the faire in costumes was a delight to moira, she was someone whom enjoyed any excuse for dressing up, her colleagues were another story. "de la rosa! not chasing bad guys today?" her voice is chipper as she walks over to the auror and his daughter, basil hanging off her own hand with a bright grin on his face; just like moira, basil is a chatterbox and a persons-person, shown as he slips from his mum and begins to speak at five miles a minute to theseus. "are you enjoying everything so far?"

[savingthrcw]

@eighthbrn liked for a starter [let me know if you wanted Sophie instead!]

Rosa needed a moment of respite from the crowd, unused to being around so many people at an event in which she was meant to act immpeccably or be judged for the rest of the season; thankfully her son was more than happy to watch over Lydia so that she could take breaks. But when in the middle of taking her break, she saw the youngest Bridgerton, the diamond, being ambushed by a man who cut her way and demanded another dance. Rosa was up and walking to them before he was even done telling the girl that anyone could see them there, unchaperoned, as if he hadn't specifically followed her there of his own accord. "The lady is chaperoned, as I am right here and she was coming to see me," Rosa didn't slow down, and despite her height she still managed to make him back off, "And my fist will chaperon your face back into the hall, if you don't step away from this girl this very moment." "You can't-" "Do you think wise to speak again, after what you have tried to do? Perhaps we should ask the Viscount what I can or cannot do. I will not repeat myself, sir." That at least shut him up, and Rosa barely resisted the urge to punch the horrid man anyway, for trying to entrap her. Her hand still balled into a fist, she turned to the girl. "Are you alright, miss Hyacinth?"

[khaenriahn]

❝ So, what's your biggest vice? Consider it my treat this round. It feels scarce to find someone who appreciates the taste of a fine spirit or ten from the get go. ❞ especially someone willing to chat with him over that self-same drink of choice in the tavern for this long.

@landsharkbite

[shi-daisy]

For the what if asks. In ACOTAD what would've happened if Cassian joined the rebellion alongside Nesta and the other two traitors?

And in Road to Ruin what if Anna had actually died during the execution?

Hi anon! Okay so I'll start with Cassian since his AU would be more complex.

The main problem with Nessian is the fact that Cassian is more loyal to Rhysand than to his own mate going as far as to punish her instead of fighting Rhysand when he threatened her.

The scene at the balcony is meant to show that. That when given the chance to wipe the slate clean and get Nesta back by renouncing Rhysand, Cassian wouldn't yield and chose to stay loyal to Rhysand instead.

So in this 'what If where he chooses to betray Rhysand the biggest problem is gone. They could start over...or could they?

Nesta is a woman of her word, she'd stay on Night and be willing to get back with Cassian after he proved his loyalty. But she wouldn't go back to being who the IC forced her to be.

Nesta would still eat what she pleases, train only if she desired to, dress how she wanted to, and have friendships outside of Night. This could not sit well with Cassian but he couldn't say anything cuz well, what is he gonna do about it? Lock Nesta up? He can't, and even if he oculd she'd just leave again, now having methods and a support system who'd break her out.

Cassian would either have to accept and love the woman Nesta truly is or let her go. He'd have to also dealt with the guilt of the betrayal as many people he loved and cared for are gone, or incarcerated (assuming the black hole isn't used here) Feyre and Morrigan are saved at least but he could be resentful toward them too for the betrayal, especially Feyre in regards to Rhys.

Finally there's the jealousy. I don't see Cassian being polyamorous and while Nesta would be willing to try again with him she wouldn't let go of her frienships in Autumn, Eris included. While he'd respect her choices Eris would still be in love with her and given all the insecurities Cassian has he'd be paranoid that Nesta could cheat with him. Even if she wouldn't.

So Cassian would be resentful of the woman who broke the bond, isn't who he wanted to marry (cuz she's healed from ACOSF), caused him to betray his brothers and friends, and who he feels has other options more suited to her. In the end he would break things off voluntarily because tbh in canon he's done nothing that makes me think he'd love this version of Nesta.

At best he makes a good life for himself in Illyria or Velaris and marries someone else who does fit his wants and needs, at worst he tries to stage a counter rebellion (would fail because no one would join him) or he tries to avenge Rhysand by fighting the regency (they'd kill him in self defense) or at the very lowest he'd commit suicide.

Safe to say unless he calms down, Cassian would still doom himself in this version.

***

As for Anna Maria dying, things would play out more akin to canon Bleach, with no overlap between fullbringer arc and this new arc (a.e. Aizen and Ginjo aren't allies) and the only major differences would be no quincy arc and Ulquiorra along with others being alive at the end of the winter war.

Anna drives a lot of the plot in Ruin and Redemption so her dying halfway through ruin could derail a lot. Aizen would go mad much sooner, Kaname would be more vengeful and the plot would change since there's no villain for the first part of Road to Redemption without Anna. So the story wouldn't happen. It'd be basically canon but now Ulquiorra is there and he and Orihime are roomies/ later a couple. That's it. It's canon storyline with a few touchups.

So safe to say without Anna there's no Roads series. Unless another took her place as main 'villian'

[etxrnaleclipse]

@radicalrascals gets a random starter because I have no self control

"Why on earth are you up so early, Meu anjo? We are on vacation, I should not be waking up to an empty bed." Diogo padded out into the main area of the hotel room, reaching over to grab a piece of fruit off the table. "Though I do like waking up to breakfast being ready."

[openwxunds]

location : equinox gym availability : closed ( for anyone / @hvneybxns )

being at the gym was not a regular occurrence for aurelia. she much preferred to get her working out in at home, free of stares from men but her apartment didn't have all of the workout equipment that she needed to stay in shape. so off to the gym she went, with her little workout bag and everything. she started on the treadmill, then the elliptical and finally landed on some weights. "hey," she said to a random passerby. "pass me those ten pound weights." no please or thank you because once again, she had a reputation to uphold.

[soulsxng]

@soraeia replied to your post:

I would like to pet!

"Ah-ah, hands to yourself, unless you want to lose them. I doubt you like people grabbing at you randomly, so have the decency to refrain from doing the same with others."

[nineliabilityrisk]

“It’s not your fault, sweetheart. You did everything you could.” ( michael and rosa )

" it's not your fault, sweetheart. you did everything you could. "

[[ both my afton boys are getting love today <3 also i uh. decided to interpret this as some weird twisted up timeline thing where rosa is around to comfort michael after jeremys bite because i can NOT get that out of my mind. im sorry it fit too well and i. hm. i promise im entirely normal about michael and his assortment of Problems. ]]

-- [ asked by @khalaesi ] --

It's safe to say at this point that Michael is an absolute wreck. It'd been a week and a half since he'd received that phone call - and, oh boy, what an experience that was, when his father picked up the phone first and the poor manager who was just looking for their night guard's emergency contact ended up in a confrontation with the owner of their entire company - and he'd hardly left his room since. Well, no, that was a lie. He'd gathered up his things, walked to his mom's house, and then shut himself in his room. There was no way in Hell he was going to deal with his father's temper. Not now. Not after the news he'd received. Maybe not ever again, not after this.

He had been on one of his quick kitchen runs, looting the pantry and fridge for just enough food and water to get by before he could make it back into his room and lock himself away again. Rosa's voice startled him, making him drop the cup he'd been holding - luckily it was just one of their shitty plastic ones, and didn't break, just clattered obnoxiously against the tile floor. Fuck, he hadn't even realized she was in the dining room.

Sighing, he didn't bother to pick up his cup, slowly turning to face his mother and brace himself on the counter, resting his weight on his elbows as if he didn't even have the strength to resist gravity's pull any longer. In all honesty, he looked the part, too, with the dark circles under his eyes looking more like black holes, and his long, curled hair that he had always prided himself upon resting on his shoulders in a tangled mess. No doubt, it would mat with only a few more days of neglect and the whole mass would need to be chopped off, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. Just as he couldn't find it in himself to care about much else lately, including what used to be the well-managed, oft-shaved scraggly little bits of facial hair he was beginning to grow in. Overall, he looked like a mess. Not that he cared. But he was sure his mother would just look upon him with concern as soon as she truly saw his face, which he really didn't want to deal with right now. He loved her, sure, but the guilt over worrying her was another drop in the already overflowing bucket he was dragging around with him everywhere he went.

"You heard, huh? Who told you? Know it wasn't William, you'd rather die than talk to him again, and, honestly, I would, too. Was it Uncle Henry? Fuck, did I manage to get him dragged into my shit too?" To be fair, Henry was going to be involved no matter what. An employee was killed by one of his and William's inventions in one of their restaurants. He just... Didn't think Henry knew that he and Jeremy had known each other. Hell, he hadn't even thought that his mother knew of Jeremy at all. He thought they had been discreet. Hopefully, none of them were aware of just how close the two had been.

He let out a steadying exhale, unfolding his hands from the counter to hide his face in them for a moment. "That's the problem, I didn't do anything. I sat all nice and safe at home while he went to his shift not knowing that he wouldn't make it back in the morning," he said, trying so, so hard to keep his voice level, but, even still, it broke. Maybe he could write it off as being rusty from disuse.

"This keeps happening." Face finally lifting from his hands, his tired eyes lock with those of his mother. Such a familiar color. For as much as he's said to be a mirror image of his father, he still received his fair share from her, in his own little ways. His eyes, gentle where he could never remember William's to be anything but piercing. His curls, his smile - she was always there with him, just less noticeably than his father was. "First Evan, now... Now Jeremy. And William still acts like he doesn't know where Lizzie ended up, but... There's been too many of these 'accidents.' These animatronics are fucking dangerous, Mom. Why doesn't anyone notice? Why isn't anybody worried?"

Pushing off from the counter, he rounded the corner to the dining room, dragging a chair over to his mother's seat and plopping down next to her, movements sloppy, uncoordinated. He didn't even notice the tears dampening his cheeks until he rested his head on her shoulder, wet face pressing into the soft fabric of her top and eliciting a soft "sorry" from the exhausted boy.