#rosahope

[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.  )

[aeniqmata]

@rosahope​ asked for a starter for Atem

It’d been a while since he’d been able to travel on his own, and he figured it was safer to go to a city that he would be able to communicate in. Tokyo wasn’t far away from Domino City, and when he got to the city he was pleased to see it wasn’t that much different from his new home. Tall buildings, many people and no one really caring about anyone other than themselves. Atem could say that it was refreshing to know that he would be able to enjoy his time here, except that some people still recognized him.

He’d won tournaments since coming back, even some partner matches with his Aibou. It was these matches where people learned that Yuugi Mutou had learned all he did from Atem about Duel Monsters, a half truth because they’d learned together, and where the former Pharoah ended up getting his own requests to be a guest of honor or to join a tournament.

This time, it’s a guest of honor, and he’d ended up in Japan’s capital. He’d made sure that he had more than enough time to explore before hand. Which was why he’d ended up in the sweet shop that someone had mentioned to him. He supposed his features worked in his favor on occasion, people tended to help him far more than they would if he looked Japanese.

So when a younger girl bumped into him and he could only offer a heavily accented apology, he was surprised when she immediately started telling him it was ok. 

People here were nicer than those in Domino too.

“ I... appreciate your understanding. I don’t suppose you have a... recommendation. I wanted to get treats for my friends before I return to Domino City, but I don’t want to get them something ...inadequate is the right word, I think. “

[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. )

[tellusbane]

@rosahope​ asked: "piggyback ride? please? pretty please?" she's giving him the most wide-eyed, pleading look she can muster. surely he could not say no to a face like this! moe mode activated. let her be tall.

     “You’re a woman grown,” he winced, unsure what gave the impression that he’d just willingly carry her. He’s under no such obligation and she couldn’t pay him to even do it. Not necessarily grown, however. Even by standards of those who are not Viera, she’d still be young, if not a child in the eyes of most. “What makes you think that I...” Maggots... now he’s feeling guilty. “You’re not going to weep now, are you?” Please, don’t...

[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?”

[yangnoir]

boops his nose u w u

❝ ↪ @rosahope submitted an ask !!

" To what do I owe the special meowccasion? " A light twitch of his nose when the finger presses against his - for a split second, it takes way more willpower than it probably should have to prevent the quick sneeze which attempted to escape.

" If you wanted to spend more time together, you need only say the word, my sweet little bunny. "

[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  !   

[cosmama]

FILL IN WITH DETAILS ABOUT YOUR MUSE AS IF THEY WERE A CHARACTER IN A DATING SIM.

NAME — hoshino akari

PROFESSION — sailor senshi ( later queen consort after marriage ).

WHERE THEY CAN BE FOUND — in the endless void that is the vastness of space. she is more likely to find you than the other way around - although privately amongst sailor senshi, it is rumored that if one should speak the word 'makenai', the legendary senshi will appear, no matter the place or circumstance.

FAVORITE FOOD TYPE — sweets. a fondness curse that shall follow a line of reincarnations for all of time. akari loves baked things most but has a strange fondness for peach rings.

FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK — she does not typically drink but is fond of champagne and vodka when she does. she's more likely to simply ask you to pick something for her ( as long as it is fruity or sweet ) than order for herself.

WHERE THEY WOULD GO ON A DATE — flying amongst the stars together ( if you are able ), ice skating, dancing ( generally things that lean towards being physically active to keep her engaged is ideal ), going to a festival, visiting a museum. depending on her mood, things with less of a crowd may be best but she's also comfortable with just being 'present' with you, sightseeing and walking - listening as you carry the conversation.

IDEAL GIFT — your time and consideration. sentimental, more thoughtful gifts are treasured - especially if handmade. she is also weak to sparkly things, so jewelry is nice too.

HOW MANY DATES UNTIL THEY KISS — while it can't be quantified into a specific number, it would take some time. she's not used to 'living' as akari, the person, after spending so many years in alone or existing solely as sailor cosmos, the sailor soldier. she's not comfortable with touches and even hand holding would be a major show of affection for her romantically.

tagged by : @rosahope

tagging : @catncore @rosapapa @guidingkey @foolshoujo @magitekelite + anyone who would like to do this.

[senshian]

❛  thank you for helping me.  ❜ / for perle!

❝ ↪ @rosahope submitted an ask !!

I should be the one thanking you. His thoughts match the familiar sounding happy tune which sounds from his glass flute. It's a token of his gratitude, a symbol of appreciation he can think to gift best. A song to become their own - to visit her sweet dreams with. He continues to play, until he seems to be a few inches away, smile as sweet as candy just as he extends the instrument out for her to take.

" I want you to have this, "

You're leaving?

Waves dance against his feet, the cool rush of water anchors him to reality just as he grows aware how close she seems - so very close. His cheeks dust pink and wings already start to flutter - matching the hummingbird rhythm against his chest. No turning back now. Not that he'd even dare to. He couldn't - he wouldn't.

" I'll always be near you. "

The heat only seems to spread when he feels something soft press against his cheek. It catches him off guard. A kiss. She's pressed up and lands a soft, sweet kiss against his cheek. ( Perhaps he could stay longer, maybe he could be tempted. ) But the thought soon breaks just as he moves away and starts to leave the ground, turning for one final look - at least here - at least here.

" Thanks for the cookies! "