#rosahope

[mebuku]

“   @rosahope  !   ”    he was already out of breath  ,  and he'd only been banging on the door for a second  .  but then again  ,  he did have to run three blocks to get to her house because he had his driver park a ways away so he wouldn't get bombarded with people surrounding him and wanting pictures or autographs if they knew where he was. 

lowering his mask so his voice wouldn't come out muffled  ,  he'd bang on the door once more  .    “   hurry and open up  !   ”    maybe he should just break the door down  .  however  ,  before he could even think too much about it seemed as if the door had opened just a crack  .  well    .  .  .     that's all he needs to feel as if he was invited in . rushing inside and closing the door behind him he lets out an EXASPERATED SIGH  .   “   god  ,  could you be any slower  ?   ”

stopping himself from running his fingers through his hair  ,  he had to remember that there were clips in his hair to keep his curls in place  .    “   listen  ,  i need a huge favor from you  !   ”   now that was something he'd never thought he'd say to her  .   “   i just came from a photoshoot that was supposed to be starting   .  .  .   ” looks at his watch  .    “   an hour ago  ,  but the model that i was supposed to be shooting with called in sick and we have been SCRAMBLING to find a replacement .   ”

“   so  ,  because you're both the same age and have the same  ' look '  ,  what do you say  ?  and answer quickly because we don't have a lot of time to waste  .   ”

[elysionhope]

↳  unprompted ask :     @rosahope

               𝐒𝐏𝐔𝐍 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑.    It’s  a  fragile  thing,   soft  and  so  easily  melted,   the  sound  of  his  name  upon  her  tongue.    As  it  has  always  been  —  and  always  shall  be,   he  knows  —  the  very  light  around  him  seems  to ��brighten  as  she  comes  into  focus,   draped  in  rosé  silk  and  wearing  a  smile  that  could  only  be  described  as  saccharine.    Helios  stands  in  awe,   golden  eyes  taking  in  the  way  the  light  around  them  shifts,   fractals  of  shimmering  hues  not  unlike  a  stained  glass  window  falling  all  around  them,   a  rainbow  cast  in  the  pale  moonlight.    She’s  so  bright  it’s  nearly  blinding,   an  incandescent  halo  framing  her  slender  form  as  she  steps  into  view.

      ��        (  It  could  be  the  darkest  night,  and  her  smile  would  still  light  up  all  of  Elysion.  )

               ❛    My  lady,    ❜      he  manages  at  last,   voice  soft  and  rough  with  surprise  —  like  a  man  starved  in  the  desert,   he  finds  his  mouth  dry  as  he  realises  that  she’s  not  only  before  him,   an  angel  made  flesh,   but  that  she’s  gone  so  far  as  to  sneak  out  to  see  him.    Despite  the  twinge  of  loyalty  in  his  chest  that  bemoans  offending  Endymion  with  any  seemingly  inappropriate  meetings  between  them,   a  smile  still  crosses  his  lips  as  he  pivots  on  his  heel,   movements  graceful  yet  determined,   swift  and  decisive.    His  arms  come  up  to  her  sides,   hands  catching  her  arms  and  holding  her  dangerously  close  —  enough  so  that  he’s  sure  even  Ceres  would  even  comment  of  the  inappropriate  nature  of  this  half - embrace — and  he  dips  his  head  low  to  peer  into  her  brilliant  eyes,   lips mere inches apart from her own.

                ❛    You  do  know  it’s  dangerous  to  sneak  out  alone  at  night,   fair  lady?    ❜      He’s  smiling  despite  his  words,   the  seeming  reprimand  coming  off  more  as  a  gentle  teasing,   and  he  chuckles  despite  himself  as  one  hand  brushes  back  a  strand  of  blossom - pink  hair  from  her  eyes.      ❛    That  is,   after  all,   why  your  father  has  assigned  you  guards.    To  keep  you  any  late  night  rendezvous,   of  course.    ❜

                                                           (  alas,  Endymion  had  forgotten  —  even  the  young,   unwaveringly  loyal Yukiharu  had  always  enjoyed  a  challenge.  )

[cosmama]

      there are nights where she is more of a soldier than a person : nights when her husband wakes up to find her huddled in terror at the edge of their bed, fully transformed out of protection. despite his support and comfort, it doesn't stop her from shaking for hours from her nightmares ( or more accurately, her own memories ) that still plague her centuries later. to her children, she wears the mask of normalcy as best she can - telling them sweet fantasies about the stars before tucking them in for the night. while the two sleep, innocent and unassuming, they don't know that she visits them again in the middle of the night.

however, it was not as their mother but as sailor cosmos. the solitary figure militantly watches over her children, quietly patrolling the halls of her home until either dawn breaks or sekai wakes to drag escort her back to bed.

another night comes and she finds herself refusing sleep again, desperately seeking comfort in order to drown out the noise from her past. soon she finds herself upon a door, pausing to smile fondly at the messy doodles that had been preciously framed and hung on the door as if it were high art - and in this household? it was. quietly, the knob of her youngest's bedroom door turns and the mother slips through before softly closing it shut behind her. serenity was thankfully sound asleep, cuddling a stuffed toy she had picked out during their last visit into the city together. akari smiles softly at the memory while she pulls back the comforter and slides in next to her daughter.

                                                                ...mama?

her daughter stirs as she's pulled into her mother's embrace, rubbing at her eyes which causes akari to quickly kiss her forehead in comfort. ❛ sssh. please don't be like your brother and tell me to leave. ’ akari whines, face pouting in the dark. her oldest had deemed himself too old for cuddles - much to her utter dismay. ❛ i just want to hold you while i still can. ’ // @rosahope

[backwaterheroics]

✉️ tracking update on your delivery → ☆ @rosahope

He fiddles with a compact, the mirror dusty with bits of powder. Clip clap, clip clap. He should probably put it down before Chibs snarks at him... or before he breaks it.

He tilts his head over the side of her vanity chair, lazy and feeling more than a little boneless. He's glad they don't do reservations. Or, like, planning of any kind. They would really be late, and he'd feel like they were wasting time.

Instead, he's perfectly content sitting here just spending time in the princess' space while she tries to make up her mind on an outfit.

"Hey," he says, tone mild as if this isn't totally out of the blue, or a dodge to her various inquiries of this or that. He's glad he has a minimal closet--black goes well with anything. "D'y'think I should do somethin-- with my hair?"

Clip clap, clip clap...

[silencedglaive]

@rosahope said: "see? you have a talent for this. "

( spirited away sentence starters. / accepting ! )

it’s more of a kind observation than any substantial praise, but the pride it sparks inside hotaru’s chest burns brightly nonetheless. she takes the comment as permission to relax the tension that’s been steadily building in her shoulders, smiling wistfully. the painted scene before her is coming along beautifully, so surely a small break is in order. she’s added enough koi fish to the pond anyways. 

hotaru glances from her canvas to usagi’s, noting the way light appears to shimmer over the water she’s created, as though a warm afternoon sun just out of frame was truly sharing its radiance. the vibrancy & careful balance of hues creates a beautiful landscape, full of the intangible wonder only an imagination could create. rich greens & the most serene of blues, a vision caught between reminiscence & reality.

it truly is dreamlike. 

hotaru’s work-in-progress doesn't quite capture the same ethereal projection, still a little too rooted in detail & actuality to express any similar other-wordly quality. if anything, the comparison highlights chibiusa’s skill as a mentor. she’s guided hotaru’s use of watercolor as a medium well & with abounding patience, gently steering the firefly away from the comfort of her charcoals & acrylics. 

❝ you really are an amazing artist, usagi-chan, ❞ hotaru acknowledges, sliding her short bench closer to her companion's. she rests her chin atop the curve of chibiusa’s shoulder, head tilting until pink strands mix with black, her own paintbrushes forgotten for the moment. ❝ have you ever considered having your own gallery ? ❞

[flamesofrebirths]

Joshua is looking with way too much interest at the available desserts. He's not really fan of these noble gatherings, but at least, he can appreciate the food. Making a decision is complicated, though, so as he notices the woman standing behind him, he quickly moves to let her pick a dessert before him.

"Please, my Lady, you can choose before I do," he assures, a polite smile crossing his lips. "I may take a while, and... I quite enjoy this gathering from here." Because he doesn't have to force these fake conversations with people he doesn't even know.

@rosahope ❤'d !

[yangnoir]

can you see how many fingers i’m holding up ? / chat what did u do

❝ ↪ @rosahope submitted an ask !!

" That all depends little bunny, " sharp green attempts to lock on and count the....when did she get the ability to multiply? She's certainly not using the mouse miraculous! " Were there always two of you, or is it my lucky day? "

Okay, so perhaps he shouldn't have made that last jump chasing after the akumatized civilian. Maybe that wasn't his brightest move. Who is really counting? Right. He is. With her fingers. Shoot. He lost track. " Hold still, lemme start over. "

[verumking]

“And why, pray tell, should I make it easy?'

⚔️ *:･ﾟ✧┆royal & fantasy romance prompts. ❪ accepting! ❫

Arguably a greater war than with Gigas Corp's militia, was the relentless battle with Serenity's stubbornness. There wasn't a sunless day where the sovereign had heeded Yozora's warnings, instead choosing to gallivant around the rapidly destabilising streets of Tokyo-- be his domain or hers.

It was times like these, when the Verum Rex doubted Serenity's commitment to returning their worlds as they were. The roseate queen dared to encroach his space, both challenging and teasing his authority with mere proximity alone. Whetted tongue mocking the very notion of cooperation.

Titanium spine stiffened, heterochromatic gaze caustic upon her seraphic features. Why should she make it easy? ❛  Because the alternative is making this increasingly difficult, for both of us.  ❜ Yozora snarled, maw locked and bared before the matriarch. Their lips being inches apart proved no distraction to the draconian king. ❛  And I have little patience for whatever game you think this is.  ❜

@rosahope

[senshian]

❝ ↪ @rosahope requested a starter !!

" Nah, don't let any of what my sisters say get to your head or you're gonna waste so much time striving for something that doesn't even matter. "

The guardian has already jumped and made her way closer, arm lacing with the princess to encourage her to follow her lead. " How about we blow this place for a bit and I take you out for a ride? You'll be back in time to do your royal tasks~ "

[heartslight]

❛ they don’t really mind where you pet them, as long as you’re giving them all your attention! ❜ other dream eaters weren’t as lenient as meow wow was with affection, but sora would like to think that because he was so friendly, his dream eater was too! ❛ you could even smush up their face in your hands and rub, like this! if you can make meow wow happy, their tail will become a propeller and they’ll even start to fly a bit! ❜ or if she’s really lucky, @rosahope might just get a bunch of kisses! ❛ here, now you try! ❜ / ( starter call. )

[maskedruler]

Well, of course that was important, and of course he wasn't going to let it sit there for too long. He just... had some troubles deciding on a good spot. But who was he to dismiss Chibiusa's desire to help him out? " Ah... yes, of course! " He cleared his throat as he collected himself, offering her a fond grin before turning his gaze towards the hallway - gesturing towards the vase containing a bouquet of peonies.

" Do you think the skills you've acquired in in Gardening Club will come in handy for some peonies? "

            ❝   Mamo-chaaaaaan,  you  can't  just  let  them  sit  in  the  hallway!  They'll  wilt!  You  have  to  give  them  plenty  of  sunlight  and  water  so  they  continue  to  grow  and  bloom  —  I  learned  that  in  Gardening  Club!   ❞ 

           𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐔𝐒𝐀  𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒  𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘.  Well,  at  least  they're  pretty.  They  won't  be  for  long  if  he  leaves  them  here,  though.  ❝   What  kind  did  you  get  anyway?   ❞

[mebuku]

if   one   were   to   look   at   hikaru   from   a   distance,    he   would   seem   composed.    although   it   was   freezing   out   here   and   he   was   just   in   light   clothing   for   this   photoshoot,    it   didn't   look   as   if   it   bothered   him   all   too   much.    however,    that   was   if   you   looked   at   him   from   a   distance.    up   close   you   can   see   his   hands   deeply   tucked   into   the   pocket   of   the   sweatshirt   he   was   wearing,   his   lips   almost   taking   a   light   blue   color   and   his   jaw   clenched   as   he   tried   his   best   to   keep   them   from   chattering   and   make   it   through   the   last   few   photos. 

who's   fucking   idea   was   it   anyway   to   do   this   shoot   outside   in   the   winter?    and   just   as   he   was   about   to   lose   his   patience   finally   they   wrapped   up   the   shoot.   heaving   a   sigh   of   relief   hikaru   scurried   to   the tent   that   was   set   up   and where   there   was thankfully   a   portable   heater   inside.       “       fuck.       ”       what   a   way   to   make   an   entrance.    grabbing   his   chair   from   the   makeshift   vanity   he   placed   it   right   in   front   of   the   heater.

“       it's   so   fucking   cold,    oh   my   god.       ”       now   his   teeth   were   begging   to   chatter   as   he   was   rubbing   and   blowing   hot   air   into   his   hands   to   warm   them   up   as   fast   as   possible.   looking   over   at  @rosahope    he   scoffs   as   he   saw   how   comfortable   she   looked   all   bundled   up   in   an   oversized   coat.    “       well,   aren't   you   toasty?       ”   

of   course   hikaru   was   only   annoyed   because   he   was   cold   and   because   he   was   stupid   enough   to   forget   his   coat.    hmmm   .   .   .    his   coat?    .   .   .    his   coat    .   .   .    !!!   wait   a   minute!    he   didn't   forget   his   coat! 

hikaru   could   have   sworn   he   left   his   coat   draped   on   his   chair   before   he   left   to   do   the   shoot!   looking   around,   his   eyes   landed   once   more   on   usagi.    “       woooow,       ”       he   would   have   walked   over   to   her   to   swipe   his   coat   back   on   but   he   was   too   comfortable   in   front   of   the   heater,    plus   it   would   also   be   cruel   to   let   her   suffer   in   the   cold   while   he   hogged   all   the   warmth   to   himself.    well   maybe   she   would   deserve   it   for   stealing   his   coat.    no   he   wasn't   that   mean.    “       you   know   you   could   have   at   least   pretended   to   care   and   offered   my   own   coat   back   to   me.       ”   

rolling   his   eyes,   he   faces   the   heater   again.    he   should   already   be   used   to   her   stealing   his   things   by   now.    it   seemed   as   if   every   time   he'd   misplace   a   clothing   item   she'd   so   happen   to   happily   pop   in   the   next   minute   wearing��  it   without   a   care   in   the   world.    “       you're   such   a   little   thief.    you   know   if   you   want   my   clothes   so   badly   i   could   just   give   you   some   stuff   i   don’t   wear   anymore.       ”    maybe   then   that   would   keep   her   from   taking   his   things.

rosahope asked : 27﹕ sender  is  caught  wearing  receiver's  clothes . ( she absolutely stole his sweater bc she's cold <3 )

[backwaterheroics]

She glances at the bike and then at Cloud with a fair bit of apprehension. It's not as if this is the first time she's sped around the city with him; but the last time she'd ridden Fenrir, she'd clung to Cloud's back as if her very life depended on it as he surpassed normal speed limits. Looking back, she thinks he might have done it on purpose. Jerk. Chibiusa carefully situates herself behind him, regardless, and locks her arms around his waist. ❝ Can't we just take a nice, leisurely spin around Midgar? I'd like to not end up in a mangled pile of burning scrap metal, you maniac. ❞

ooohhh ☆ @rosahope

Tch! Girls are too picky!

What does ‘leisurely spin’ even mean? And! His rides are always nice!

His heart is going to be a mangled pile of burning scrap metal, such is his distress – let her fall into that!––but he can’t say no. He’s never been able to say no, not to Tifa, not to Aerith, not to Chibiusa, not even to his Ma…….

He bets Chib’s idea of leisurely spin is a measly 8 kmh, if that. They might as well rent a dingy tandem bike and go around the city sidewalks. Cloud could take a nap, if it didn’t give him a headache to nod off upright. And if his counterpart wouldn't grind him into the dirt for it after.

Girls are also too scary....He has a healthy amount of respect.

Cloud breaks her hold to twist around and squint at her, flashing an offended pout. Luckily, he has learned the congenial art of compromise. He can…. probably, maybe…. Make a concession.

For her. Maybe.

He leans in close, looking up at her through his lashes. Hands on her thighs. Pulse rabbit-quick in his throat. C'mon, Strife..

“Y’wanna drive, then?”

[sp1ed]

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐭𝐨  𝐬𝐚𝐲  𝐚  𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲  (  𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲  )  𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬.  this  year  has  been  really  rough  ,  between  starting  the  year  on  the  heels  of  a  hellish  break  up  ,  finally getting  diagnosed  with a disorder i've had for a while &  having  to  change  how  i  approached  therapy  &  so  much  more. i've definitely had my fair share of craziness that i'm more than happy to leave behind going into 2024.

but  there  has been  a  rainbow  in  the  downpour  of  stress  it  seemed  like  i  was  constantly  under  &  it  was  meeting  people  that  i  now  consider good  friends  &  who  make  every  day  of  my  life  better even when you bully me to use cursed faceclaims.

@feyras  /  @fairesky  /  @rosahope  /  @shokutsus  /  @diaboelic

and  i  also  want  to  send  all  my  love  to  any  mutuals not tagged here ( there are so many of you and i love each and every one of you )  that  i've  had  for  a  while  or  even  mutuals  i've  only  had  for  a  few  days. y'all  make  up  majority  of  my  enjoyment  on  this  hellsite  &  i  couldn't  ask  for  better  people  to  talk  to  &  be  surrounded  by  !   

[sanguinumrosa]

             She's really come into her own, a princess with the manners of the title she bears. Indeed, a Lady in her own right—no, a princess she is truly meant to be. And she's as beautiful as the moon she hails from.

             ❛ —I'm not sure. ❜ The near listless response comes, but there's an unsaid apology that twitches his brow. Soft lavender irises regard her for beats longer before he speaks again. His gaze softens when his hand lifts just enough to thread through the long strands of her pink locks. ❛ Long enough, perhaps, for us to catch up, I hope. ❜

             It's as though he wants to touch her but finds himself limited to the strands of her hair. It's been so long he's forgotten. Memories meld together into hazy images of times long ago. When was he here last time? Where was he before all of this? What's happened since he's been gone?

             The strands fall through his fingers before he drops his hand again. It's as though he couldn't touch her because he's left her for so long. Undeserving, unworthy, meant to remain in his place in the role given to him. How could he have forgotten?

             And then his gaze flicks away, looking at their surroundings to observe where he's come to. A futuristic city he remembers visiting but couldn't place the number of visits or to whom he was seeing. Did he see her, or did he see another?

             But then, his gaze flicks back to her, observing her as he's prone. ❛ Does the princess have time to spare? ❜

            𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐎𝐖𝐍  𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓  𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄  𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐈𝐍  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄.  It's  good  to  see  him,  even  if  she  wishes  he'd  come  around  more  often.  There's  a  subtle  hint  of  pink  in  her  cheeks  where  Zero's  touch  lingers,  but  other  than  that,  she  remains  a  picture  of  ladylike  decorum.  ❝    Sorry,  I  shouldn't  have  said  that.  I  know...  you  have  things  to  do.  How...  long  will  you  be  staying?    ❞  The  unspoken  implication  of  'this  time'  hangs  heavy  between  them.

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♄ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌?

a child’s laugh.

your voice carries a melody. a secret. you are pure. you know pain. you look it in the face and smile. nothing you do will stop it. you will embrace it, let it change you. there’s nothing else you can do. you’re just a kid.

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