#rosad

[drawnale]

@cloudbatcave created a character with a beautiful face, mouths all over the body and tentecles and suprised people wanted to tap that booty.

I might be ace, but I can still appropriate a good fuckeble monster design.

[an-indecisive-mess]

All the current aesthetics of all my OCs. I just thought this would be a fun thing to make.

[rosesandalfazemas]

Is there a Brazil furby for Argentina furby?

Yes! they're frenemies indeed.

No BrArg fan here, sorry~

[ixsjolda]

Mika’s art is simply breath-taking.

[webnovel-deluxe]

Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? Side Story Chapter 4

“Thank you for inviting me to such a nice place, Duke.

“Ummm.”

To put it bluntly, the whole family suddenly gathered because of Isidore, but since he seemed to be happy as if he thought he had me in the family reunion, Duke Seymour gasped inwardly.

“… You must be hungry, come, Duke Visconti.”

“Yes, Duke Seymour.”

Soon, appetizers and rose-colored champagne were placed on a long table, and the meal began in a quiet atmosphere.

“The ingredients are fresh and the seasoning is really good.”

In the stillness, Isidor said, making a hollow in the mouth. Even though he ate happily enough to make the viewer feel good, his table manners were flawless and aristocratic.

'Ooh.'

Enrique looked at Isidore like that with some resentment.

'Why does that person have a good personality with shiny hair and face.'

_“Enrique, you say you’re learning swordship?”_

Heard that I was learning swordsmanship recently, he handed me a treasured sword with magic stones as a New Year's gift today.

_“Nice to meet you again. In the meantime, You got taller."_

'How did you know I grew 1.3 cm taller?'

Most of them don't know.

To be honest… Confucius Visconti seems like a good person. It's not polite to stare like this, but I could tell just by looking at his friendly eyes.

If Isidor were a wretched and stupid person like Filap, he would be able to fight and argue not to get married. I don't know, bad!

“Enrique-kun.”

“Yes?”

Suddenly Isidor calls himself, and Enrique shrugs his shoulders.

“Looking at it earlier, it seemed that he had a talent for swordsmanship.”

“… me?”

“Yes. You have a good skeletal and your posture shows that you have no bad problem at all”

When the magic swordsman, who had done a great job against terrifying demons and monsters, praised my posture, Enrique became a little embarrassed and clenched his toes.

As I was biting my lips because I didn't know what to say, a huge crepe that I had been wanting to eat the whole time appeared. Deborah gave a brief admiration.

“It’s really big.”

The giant crepes that filled the big table boasted a majesty that overwhelms everyone.

“But how do you eat it?”

The cut-and-cooked crepe, which originally featured preserving its full moon-like round shape, did not exist at all.

“Should I call the chef in charge?”

Belek muttered in exasperation, and Isidor stood up.

“I will cut it.”

“you?”

“yes. By practicing how to cut the steak neatly, you will be able to cut it well.”

“Why did you practice like that? Is it part of swordsmanship training?”

“Using an auror allows you to confine the gravy as much as possible, so you can enjoy the original taste of the meat.”

“haha. You're a foodie.”

As if it was no joke that they practiced, the precious ingredients in the crepes were cut neatly without leaking a single one. In addition, there is even a service that puts crepes on the plate in front of each person with a transfer magic.

“It’s a useful skill.”

“I know.”

Enrique's eyes widened in surprise.

“I will enjoy this food. Thanks for the cut.”

“Eat a lot of enrique.”

The child, who had seen the New Year in a fairy tale book where the whole family gathered and shared crepes, looked very satisfied.

The youngest, eating crepe with the above face, was cute and gave Seymour a small smile, meanwhile, Isidor cut the crepe into smaller pieces for Deborah to eat.

But there were people who did not assimilate at all in this friendly atmosphere.

Rosad narrowed her eyes as she looked at the subtle auras that had formed on Isidor's knife.

'That skill that cuts food neatly without scratching the plate. You look useful when you're dating a girl.'

Seeing how delicate and sophisticated the mana control is, it seems like it's not something I've done once or twice.

Athletes How to Recognize Athletes. For some reason it smells like the same player.

'After all, I'll have to shake it off properly.'

Towards the end of dinner, when it was time for bed, Enrique was holding back his yawn and weeping, and Duke Seymour got up to take the youngest to their annex.

“Bring it.”

As soon as the two disappeared, Rosad glanced at the servant, followed by a black keg of a size that would make him intimidating just looking at it.

“Deborah, you go up too. I have a story to tell with the Duke of Visconti, man-to-man.”

"What is he saying now. Are you drunk already?”

Deborah didn't even snort her.

“It’s cheap, isn’t it a husband you’ll look tired of every day if you get married anyway? You won't have many opportunities to get together like this in the future, but today you give up your fiancé."

He went as far as Belek to help.

“brother-in-law, what do you think? Having a drink with us casually.”

“....”

Rosad asks skillfully.

brother-in-law. The word struck Isidor's heart bluntly.

Having a relationship approved by the Seymour twins, who seemed like a strong man.

Deborah swallowed a sigh as she looked into the emerald-colored eyes that fluttered relentlessly.

“Don’t eat too much. Don't bully me, don't stain it badly.”

“Bad water? Are we demons?”

“So, do it in moderation.”

Belek asked again, looking at her sister's back, which was far away after glaring at her with a veiled sharp gaze.

“Sir Isidore, you started dating because you were threatened, right?”

“no. I liked her a lot from the start, and I confessed first.”

“After all, if you want to tell the truth, you have to drink alcohol first.”

The brandy that Rosard brought out was so powerful that Belek, who usually does drink alcohol, was the first to get drunk.

“The Duke of Visconti… ! When tears come out of my brother's eyes, it's not like your eyes are bleeding. Please know that our Seymour is the one to extract without tears of blood.”

He rushed forward and gave Isidor a stern warning, but

“… Still, you are the best among the kids your age. They're all stinky and too sensitive... The more I think about it, the more there is no one like you.”

He was gibberish and gave compliments.

“But Sir Isidor, aren’t you really threatened? I'm not doing this because I'm intimidated, but objectively, you have a much better personality.”

“Not at all. The princess is too much for me.”

“Did Deborah teach you to say that? She's my little sister, but she's very meticulous and scary. She's a saint, huh? Does it make sense!?”

“The princess is sweeter, kinder, more lovable and cute than Saint Naila.”

“ugh, am I drunk and keep listening to nonsense?”

Belek turned into a chicken and shuddered, eventually raising his arms as if surrendering, and squealing back to his place.

'The man who only talked about poor nutrition is gone and the two of us are finally alone.'

Rosad then took a short breath and looked at Isidore, sipping alcohol.

“Sir Isidore, are you really good at drinking like this?”

“It’s not something I really enjoy.”

“Are you good at drinking like that? It’s nice to meet someone who has the right amount of alcohol after a while.”

“I’m a little nervous. It’s nice to have a drink with Rosard too.”

The two continued to give and take again, and as time went on, the hazy energy in Isidore's eyes grew stronger.

Rosa de secretly dumped alcohol with a quick hand gesture, so Isidore was drinking a lot one-sidedly.

'Let's see where we really do not come out. '

Rosard was constantly refilling empty glasses, and his eyes gleamed like a viper.

***

the next morning.

Deborah flicked her tongue in surprise as she looked at Rosard, who had been quenched by the hangover.

Isidor, who had been drinking all night, was sleeping in the guest room without knowing the world, and the eldest son in every corner of the house, who had a stubborn and impeccable appearance, became such a beggar.

“Why did you suddenly catch Isidore and make a masterpiece? After all, what was your plan?”

“Deborah.”

“What?”

“to Isidor, I hope you to do well”

Instead of answering, he made a wacky sound.

“… suddenly?”

“Anyway, good job. There is no one like Duke Visconti in the country. you are very lucky, If you are a saint, Isidor is the son of god.”

“What does that mean?”

“There is such a thing. For a moment, I thought you were a waste, but you two look good together. It's a heavenly match.”

Rosad turned around after saying what he had to say, and sticking out his tongue, remembering the drinking party with Isidor last night.

He caught Isidore, who was completely drunk, and one of his specialties was taking confessions.

“Isidor, honestly, isn’t today an uncomfortable place for you? Father, me, and Belek aren't the kind of people you comfortable with. With Deborah as well, it would have been easier for the previous opponent to deal with... ”

“yes. It’s really not comfortable.”

“Now you’re getting a little more honest.”

“I really want to look good to Deborah's family. So every time we meet, I get nervous, but today, I felt really good that you called me brother-in-law.”

At Isidore's answer, which felt somewhat innocent, Rosard felt an unusually sly smirk.

“Hmm! You can call me big brother.”

“It's good.… Oh, by the way, big brother.”

“Yes.”

“Who is your previous partner?”

“I asked yes only? You must have met someone before.”

“I have never dated anyone before.”

“Nobody?”

“Yes.”

Isidor nodded his head broadly.

“why?”

“It’s mysophobia. Except for Deborah, I can’t touch anyone.”

“Really? Is Deborah the first?”

“yes. The princess felt that I was a genius for the first time, the humor was funny but cute, and …”

What is this child?

There is a saying that drunken seriousness.

He was very good at obtaining a confession by torture, but even if he looked closely, Isidore's tone, eyes, and gestures did not seem to be lying.

Besides, I had to listen all night long to Isidor, who was drunk, about how great my sister was.

'Well, like that... Are there any alcoholic beverages like Palbulbul? '

I had unlocked the heart of the Duke of Visconti with alcohol, but somehow it felt like I had opened something I couldn't see.

He sighed, rubbing his swollen eyes.

'I'm testing someone as pure as the first snow. I feel sorry for nothing.'

The conscience, which was nothing more than a vestigial organ, suddenly stings.

Reflecting on the years of debauchery, Rosad decided to sincerely bless his sister's marriage.

[b-skarsgard]

New interview with Filmtoppe

[ingatlah]

Kalahkan PSS Sleman, Hendri Susilo Janjikan Rosad Libur Sebulan "Bulan Madu"

INGATLAH.COM – Laga pekan ketiga Liga 1 Indonesia musim 2024/25 akan menjadi laga yang istimewa dan sangat penting bagi Kapten Semen Padang FC, Rosad Setiawan. Pasalnya, laga kontra PSS Sleman di Stadion Sekolah Tinggi Ilmu Kepolisian (STIK) Jakarta itu akan menjadi laga terakhir Rosad jelang mengakhiri masa lajangnya. Mendapat kabar Rosad akan menikah, Pelatih Kepala Semen Padang FC, Hendri…

[amateurchefstuff]

ARRÒS AMB VERDURES I CLOÏSSES ROSADES

INGREDIENTS: (Per a dues persones) 5 grapadets d’arròs basmati 400 g de verdures per saltar (ceba, porro, pebrot verd i roig, carlota) 1 llanda (launa) de cloïsses rosades 1 puntadeta de curri (si és molt coent, no hi posarem el pebre) 1 puntadeta de pebre negre 1 cullerada sopera d’oli d’oliva de Beneixama 1 gotet d’aigua PREPARACIÓ: Posem a bullir l’arròs, el coem, el colem, el rentem i el…

[bantennewscoid-blog]

Pura-pura Gadai Mobil di Facebook, Pemuda Serang Divonis 34 Bulan Penjara

SERANG – Rizki Sunandar (19) warga Serang divonis 34 bulan atau 2 tahun dan 10 bulan kurungan penjara karena terbukti telah melakukan penipuan dengan cara pura-pura menggadai mobil Toyota Calya di grup jual-beli Facebook. Akibatnya pria bernama Markim menjadi korban penipuan dan merugi sampai Rp23 juta. “Menjatuhkan pidana kepada terdakwa Rizki Sunandar Bin Rosad karena itu dengan pidana penjara…

[wewontfall-asleep]

*He hangs up, calling someone else* Darian? We’re gonna have 2 more shapes with us, so don’t be surprised when we return. Yep, see ya.

(Should mention Darian is black and Myn is white, I have no way to show the difference 💀)

Was that Rosad? Because I can uncorrupt them.

[paul4sol]

De que callada manera - Pablo Milanes

De que callada manera – Pablo Milanes

La lala la la, la la la lala ohhLa lala la la, la la la lala ohh De qué callada manera se me adentra usted sonriendoComo si fuera la primavera, yo muriendoY de qué modo sutil me derramo en la camisaTodas las flores de abril ¿Y quién le dijo que yo era?¿Risa siempre y nunca llanto?Como si fuera la primaveraNo soy tantoEn cambio, qué espiritual que usted me brinde una rosaDe su rosal…

[an-indecisive-mess]

My OCs Full Names

I was inspired by @starrysweetheartships to make this

Ariadne Michelle Plousios

Francesca Adalind Cole

Bernadette Miriam Libbiel

Claudine Elisia Phanuel

Zoé Marianna Rosades-Amzy

Opal Elizabeth Sirius

Emily Josephine Bishop

Millicent Suzanne Swanson

And then there’s SkekOm…

Since she was raised by an imperial court, she doesn’t really have an actual full name. Her dead name/title was Princess Omerya before she was titled as SkekOm the Artisan

[zaemcerahn]

Its midsommar! Time for Nankal to expirence the scandinavian holiday while wearing the(modern) swedish national outfit.

[incorrectjiiquotes]

Dreamfinder: Aren’t you supposed to be babysitting Nesenir?

Rosado: Doesn’t need my help. He’s over there dazzling some psychologists.

Nesenir: All men are at least 30% attracted to me.

Nesenir: My creator cried the day I was created because he knew he would never be better than me

Nesenir: At any given moment I’m thinking about one thing Richard Dreyfuss hunched over, eating dog food

Nesenir: I feel like I’m the Paris of people.

Doc Channing: Complete overlap of ego and id. It’s been theorized but I never thought I’d see it.

Nesenir: I’m exquisite

[webnovel-deluxe]

Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? Side Story Chapter 6

Instead of replying to Isidor's lament, I let out a brief exclamation while looking around.

“Is that doll similar?”

I thought involuntarily when I saw a doll hung as a commodity on the newsstand. The yellow fox doll with narrow eyes is said to be very similar.

“Who are you looking at?”

“ Sir Isidor. You're just hooked like a fox.”

“I’ll bring that fox.”

To win the prize, you had to throw a ball to drop the target.

“Great!”

“Look he's the first one to drop the target there!”

When Isidore showed great control and hit all the targets, the people around shouted in surprise. Of course, the shopkeeper's face was wrinkled as if he had eaten feces.

“saw? The skill of the princess-sama’s fiancee.”

Isidor, who had been throwing a ball, asked proudly, holding a pack of dolls.

“What. One more time. Because being good doesn't happen second time.”

“Ha, sometimes I have to show a little bit of humanity.”

“Still, there is a beautiful fox.”

I said while holding the desired fox doll that I had been coveting for some reason.

“I wanted this.”

He took a doll from the pack.

“It’s a white snake. It seems to have a cute taste.”

“It's kind of like the Seymour people.”

“Puha!”

“But, doesn’t it seem like your father has opened his heart to me a lot?”

“...father?”

“We spent the New Year together and shared crepes, so now we are father and family. Isn't it?”

Looking at Isidor, who was secretly good-natured, he stuck out his tongue inwardly. Isidor is probably the only man in the Empire who has the vessel to handle all the snake-like humans.

Whatever the hell he did, it looks like Rosad has already been roasted and boiled.

“Deborah.”

“yes?”

“Shall we go to the left alley or the right?”

“Let’s toss a coin. front right. The back is on the left.”

As we entered the night market, the road continued to fork because of the shabby buildings that were erected randomly without a plan.

“It’s on the right again.”

“It’s four times in a row. If it comes up heads often, you are lucky, but I guess only good things will happen.”

“Isn't that a head-on coin?”

“Weren’t we cheating on each other now?”

He showed me a two-sided ordinary coin.

As I was walking while listening to Isidore nagging me to tell me if my condition got worse, at some point an alley with a peculiar atmosphere came into my sight.

It was relatively quiet compared to the entrance of the night market, where the crowds were boiling, and foreign languages were heard from the stalls lined with exotic goods.

“Isidor, if my eyes aren’t wrong, that’s not an animal skin, it looks like a monster skin?”

“There are not many things that are not available inside the Jungmun Night Market. Every night, a ferry carrying contraband comes and goes to this nearby river. shall we go out with movement magic?”

‘It looks a little risky, but I think it will be fun.'

As she hesitated about what to do, there was a commotion from the opposite alley.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“If you're curious, let's go together. Don't leave me like before and go first.”

After tightening our big hands and intertwined clasps, I walked in the direction of the crowd, and I had no choice but to frown at the sight in front of me.

“Ah!”

“Dirty and smelly Gypsies!”

“go away! Because of you, I can't do business because you're unlucky.”

The men were throwing stones at the shabby-looking old man who looked like a gypsy, and the people around him just kept shouting without thinking of stopping him.

In the alley behind the old man, the people that had been spread out to sell handicrafts were sitting together, trembling with fear at the rogues' behavior.

“There are many other stalls, but the gypsies seem particularly weak, so they are arguing.”

“Stop it.”

When Isidore, who had a large physique, came forward, most of them flinched and retreated, but the one who looked like a captain did not hesitate and widened his eyes.

“Stand away. Gypsies are filthy things that wander around and carry curses here and there.”

“I’ll go home too.”

With his mouth closed, Isidore picked up the stone that had fallen on the ground and threw it.

“Ouch!”

The stone that Isidor threw hit the captain's hand with the stick.

“Now, who will rain?”

“… hey!”

He asked kindly, picking up the club that the captain had dropped, and smashing it like wooden chopsticks.

The men were terrified by the absurd boasting of his strength and even ruined their tails.

“Are you okay?”

Isidor, who turned his gaze to the old man, suddenly narrowed his brow with a mysterious face.

'Why all of a sudden?'

I felt the shiver of seeing Isidor's reaction.

“Old man.”

It's because he suddenly changes his complexion and takes his gaze seriously with the old man.

“.....”

“Wait, can you spare some time?”

‘This old man… Do you think he's right?'

… A very brave gypsy fortune teller.

In the past, Isidor had heard from an informant about a certain fortune teller.

He's good at guessing, but he doesn't even open a fortune teller if he has any intention of making money, and even if he hears rumors and tries to find it, he wanders here and there, so it's harder to meet him than to pick a star in the sky.

_“This master is the best, especially in the fields of compatibility, love luck, and marriage luck. Marquis of Jaeger, who gave birth to a little boy a while ago, got a good day from this fortune teller. He has succeeded... !”_

“.....”

And Sophia said that on the day this fortune-teller gave her that fortune, she went to a party and met her marriage partner… ”

Isidor, who was struggling with making colored diamonds at the time, was immediately annoyed by the ineffective information.

_“I can’t hear you anymore. Do I look free enough right now to go out to see affectionate luck?”_

_“master! Still, if you find out the location of this fortune teller, wouldn't it be possible to sell the information to a noble or a wealthy merchant at a high price?”_

_“Do you know that I'm pay you a high salary just to make a ton of money? Gather some more alchemy materials related to solid color transformations while you're on the hunt for the romantic gypsy.”_

_“Sir, I’m sorry.”_

He was like that at the time.

I was never childish.

Compatibility, love, marriage… .

How important is that.

Investigations brought by the informant at the time also included a description of the fortune-teller's outward appearance. He is a grandfather in his 70 years old, his eft and right eye colors are subtly different, and the fourth finger is exceptionally long.

Just when their eyes met, the old man looked at me and widened his eyes, allowing Idiots to immediately recall his identity.

“Can you spare a moment?”

The old man, whose eyes were wide open at Isidore's question, abruptly got up and bowed deeply as if bowing down.

“Thank you, but it’s like this… .”

Deborah, who still had Confucian ideas, was awkward and held back the old man.

“I recently drew a fortune telling that I was going to meet a noble among nobles, and in an instant, a golden halo flashed across the two of you.”

'Golden? It's really a magical experience.'

Isidor was once again convinced that the old man was the fortune teller of the rumor.

“It is an honor to meet these precious people.”

“I know that the old man is a brave man.”

“ah… You know.”

“Actually, it's just a coincidence.”

Isidor coughed once and then spoke.

“Hmm! I heard that you are particularly good at marriage and compatibility.”

“Yes, yes. That one comes out the best.”

“and the money...”

“Oh, it’s fine. Just by seeing a nobleman wearing gold with his own eyes.... young man has no free time anymore.”

The fortune teller took an old tarot from his collar and said. The quality of the master was felt from the frayed end of the card.

“Whenever you walk, the light of the Buddha will be with you. What are you curious about?”

“The wedding date. I wonder when is the best time. and… .”

Isidor hesitated for a moment before continuing.

“The compatibility side, please.”

“Are you that brave?”

As Deborah whispered softly, Isidore nodded slightly, and soon their serious eyes turned to the fortune teller's card.

***

“I’m not a big fan of divination or superstition, but it makes me feel good when only good things are said.”

“I know, right.”

Tarot divination is half fun to watch, but it's better than hearing something you don't like.

As for what the fortune teller authorized by Isidor said... .

_“The two of you are very compatible. If this lover card and this sun card come together in the right direction, it means that the body is especially compatible.”_

_“Poohoo!!”_

_“Cool!”_

_“They have good personalities and communicate well, so even if there is a difference of opinion, it won’t turn into a big feud.”_

_“Well, we never had a fight during our partnership.”_

“Also, if you two are together, wealth will follow you three or four times. They get along well, and when they get married, they live happily ever after.”

“When is a good day for a ceremony?”

“My fortune telling is that you can live well wherever you are when you get married. It is better to get married when the flowers are in full bloom. You have good luck with your children, and you have it all...”

“but?”

“It is said that the woman's family is unusual. Her family is not normal.”

At that moment, the chicken thighs came out.

“still… Fortunately, the man has a deep personality, so it’s humid and good like a snake and this tunnel.”

There are tweezers-like corners, but they only say very nice things, so I listen to them for nothing.

‘Well, it’s a simple fortune teller, so let’s not think too deeply about it. '

It was satisfying just to finish the last date of the holiday with the words of a famous fortune teller.

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