#rose's kiss week

[winged-freaksometimes]

Day 2: Dark Spring

with some themes of spring folklore if you squint

The Prince of Foxes and Flame visits the King of Beasts and Spring to express his concern

Day 2 for @tamlinweek 2025

Close ups

Version without 1000 effects

Also in collaboration with @thornsinwinter Day 2 fic part!

[crownedinmarigolds]

OC Kiss Week - Worship - Harrakhty and Parvati

Our Follower of Set Hierophant, beloved leader of the Temple of Relentless Pleasure, showering his treasured wife with good evening smooches! Harri belongs to @thesixthplaneteer and Parvati is mine. ❤️ Only one being is above Set in Harrakhty's eyes....

[sallysellsseashellssundays]

Ya'll ever stop to think about this piece of dialogue in Human Nature when Ten is going to use the Chameleon Arch:

DOCTOR: That's why I've got to do it. I have to stop being a Time Lord. I'm going to become human. Never thought I'd use this. All the times I've wondered.

Like, imagine him sitting in the console room staring at it while Rose is sleeping just wondering what it would be like to become human, being tempted, wishing for the one adventure he can never have.

And this being in a two-parter where we have these lines "That's all I want to be. John Smith, with his life, and his job, and his love. Why can't I be John Smith?" That to me seems more like Ten seeping through in the way he did through John's dreams...

Anyways. Just hitting me real hard today 🥹

[amons-hat-enthusiast]

OC Kiss Week 2025: Day 2

A kiss for the big butch! ❤️

You can't see it, but Matheli is standing on his tiptoes to be able to reach Rose's cheek :3

Vermilion Rose belongs to @sleepymoonlady

[dapperbasil]

OC Kiss - Day 2 (First)

A tender moment is shared between a fledgling and his first and most trusted ghoul. Tulio belongs to @anarchswild, hehe!

“My knight, do you trust me?” Phillip stared blankly at Tulio as his lord asked the question, the young knight’s mind beginning to race as to wonder why it was that he was asked this question. Tulio had changed over the last few weeks, hardly ever rising before sunset, waving off offers of dinner and becoming paler and paler. No matter what Phillip did to try to aid his liege, none of it worked. It was possible Tulio was becoming ill, and that fact concerned the knight greatly.

“Mila-” Phillip caught himself, remembering that when they cut their hair they were to be spoken to as Lord Tulio. Another of the changes, and though he did not understand it, Phillip tried to catch himself every time that he nearly slipped up. His feelings of the matter were irrelevant compared to those of his lord. “Milord. Have I done something to make you question my trust in you? If so please, I beg you to forgive me. I simply worry for your wellbeing, my liege.”

There was a soft, gentle smile on Tulio’s face as he walked over towards the vanity and picked up a glass of wine that had been sitting there. Quietly, he swished the liquid in the glass around, watching the swirls of red liquid before returning his gaze to his knight, his most trusted vassal. “It is a simple question, Phillip.” If the knight had been more attentive, he would have noticed the lack of Tulio’s reflection in the mirror and in the glass. His undivided attention on his liege was admirable, but kept him clueless to the answers he sought. “Humor me, my knight. Do you trust me?”

Their eyes locked as the silence built in the room, Phillip still contemplating his answer. In the end, the knight dipped his head with a nod. “There is none in the land that I trust more than you, milord. I would hope that these past fifteen years have proven as much.” Phillip pauses, glancing up at Tulio, who’s dark eyes stare at the knight, ensuring his full attention is on him. “And I would also hope that to some degree, you have trust in me as well.”

Phillip watches as Tulio steps across the dimly candlelit room, the shadows on the wall seeming to dance with every single movement of his liege. The knight watches in wonder even as Tulio comes to a stop directly in front of him, still swirling the glass of deep red liquid. Phillip stares a little too long at Tulio, wondering for just one moment if Tulio had always been that handsome. “An acceptable answer, my knight.” Tulio leans down slightly, taking Phillip’s chin in his hand with a smile, his thumb grazing against the knight’s lips ever so slightly. “I understand you are confused and have many questions for me. And all of those will be answered in due time. For now, drink with me.”

As Tulio kneels in front of Phillip to offer him the glass, the knight closes his eyes as the glass is pressed to his lips and he takes a sip. It takes only a moment for Phillip to realize the liquid isn’t wine in the slightest, with the honey and berry-sweet taste hiding a metallic tang that the knight is overly familiar with. Before he can ask what exactly it was that he drank, Phillip swallows the liquid in his mouth and opens his eyes, staring at Tulio who is watching him expectantly. The second he sees his liege again, the what or why no longer matters, and Tulio pulls the glass away as he steps back to set it aside.

“As I said before, I will answer all of your questions.” The glass set back on the vanity, Tulio steps over to where Phillip remains kneeling and offers a hand to the knight. “But first, a question of my own. Will you stay with me tonight, mi corazon?” Phillip takes Tulio’s hand as the lord helps him to his feet, a smile on both faces as Tulio leans in for a kiss.

“Tonight, yes. Every night for as long as I may live? Also, yes.” Satisfied with the knight’s answer, he lifts Phillip’s chin to better reach his knight and leaves a kiss on his lips, the first of many the couple would share that evening.

[thesixthplaneteer]

OC Kiss week 2025 day 6 - Forbidden!

This one actually features new OCs @crownedinmarigolds and I cooked up. VtM of course. And what makes this kiss forbidden? well, it's a toxic vampire/ghoul relationship and not fully consensual.

“That went great!” Samantha said, lounging on an overstuffed sleeping bag with a wide smile.

“Yeah. You got what you wanted and no one had to die.” Martina said, leaning against the wall of their temporary haven. 

The bare gray cement walls, floor and ceiling of the storage unit banished any thought of this feeling like home. A pair of sleeping bags on the floor next to an electric lantern was their only furniture. A small stack of plastic bins held everything they owned, and acted as the sole decor of their suite. There wasn't much room to begin with and their motorcycles took up nearly half of it. It was a pitiful way to live. 

Martina stared at the wall, nearly scowling as thoughts that made her gut twist with guilt ran through her mind. 

“You know,” Samantha said as she stood up. “I deserve a kiss for a job well done.” 

Her eyes glinted as she looked up at Martina, who was nearly a half foot taller, broader, and more curvy than Sam. 

Martina looked down and caught Sam's eyes for only a moment. Her expression softened. Her bright eyes and freckled face were a mask. People easily confused Martina for the kindred, not expecting the short, thin, flat featured woman to be the monster. People so often based their assumptions on appearance it was like a game to Sam. To see how long it takes them to decide who is the kindred. 

“Don't you think I deserve a kiss babe?” Sam’s eyes glinted again. 

Martina leaned down, arms at her side, and kissed Sam gently on the lips. She quickly straightened back out to her full height and crossed her arms over her chest. “Congrats, babe.” Her words came out strained and cold. 

Sam pouted at the swift kiss and cold compliment. “I said, KISS ME” Her tone turned from playful to harsh. Her gaze burned into Martina's eyes and her words etched into her mind. 

Anger, a violent and twisting wrath sparked inside of Martina. She grabbed Sam by the waist, and spun around slamming her into the cold wall. Sam let out a yelp as the air was pushed from her lungs. Martina's brow was furrowed and she bared her teeth as if she were the one with fangs. Excitement rushed through Sam, a rare and welcome feeling. 

A heart beat passed, Sam brought her arms up around Martina's neck. Martina smashed her lips to Sam's, their teeth painfully clacking together. She shoved her tongue into Sam’s mouth, and tasted the vitae Sam had covertly bled from her tongue. 

Martina wept as she desperately tasted the inside of Sam's mouth, searching for more of the vitae as if it were the last she would ever have. She licked clean the inside of Sam’s mouth then pulled away and stared into her eyes. The anger and hate now replaced with trembling euphoria. 

Sam pushed Martina roughly to the ground. Martina, locked in a daze didn't even register the floor coming up to meet her as she now stared at the ceiling. Sam knelt down, and crawled on top of Martina until she was looking down into her eyes, that wide warm smile beaming down. 

“Now it's my turn.” She said in a sickly sweet voice. 

She kissed Martina’s lips and tasted the remnant of her vitae, kissed her cheek and tasted the now drying tear, kissed her neck and tasted the sweat that coated her like morning dew. She kept kissing along Martina’s body, going down lower and lower. Martina whimpered as she received her kiss. A desperate whimper of a mouse caught in a cat's maw.

[roitaminnah]

okay i'll bite,,,, but just so you know I am doing these sketches day of with zero preperation..... n e ways... stargazing....

also I re-read maybe I'm not all you thought yesterday (one of my faves) so a little of that too... for sleepover....

[anretoga]

Day 7: Dorks

You give me the kind of kisses that makes me melt

[lucaniseyebrowlicker]

OC Kiss Week ‘25

Day 7 — Caught — Daphne Ingellvar/Rose Mercar

Been a little under the weather so it’s a day late, but here’s my final piece of OC Kiss Week. Rose belongs to @nonagesimus ! And I’ve gone more with a “caught up in the moment” interpretation for the theme.

It takes Daphne a long time to realize the tension between herself and Rose Mercar is more than imagined. Rose first comes to the Necropolis to track down a Venatori target, after realizing they’re pursuing an artifact last known to be down among the crypts. And then Daphne’s sent to Minrathous to help with some minor hauntings, and she suspects the Mourn Watch assigned her to work with Rose again because Rose always has a plan, and last time they worked well enough together without Daphne managing to toss that plan out the window and do something the Watchers would have found entirely untoward.

“You’re headed back in the morning?” Rose asks, from where she sits on a cot next to Daphne’s, while a Shadow Dragon woman unrolls the bandage that’s been loosely wound around Rose’s arm.

Daphne nods. “Unfortunately.”

“You really hate it that much?”

The question catches her off guard. She’s never said it out loud to anyone, has always assumed that no one could tell. She realizes now that’s naive of her. Her face is an open book, Professor Ingellvar had told her, more times than she could count.

She doesn’t know how to explain it, the push and pull of the Mourn Watch at her heart. It’s all she’s known, until recently, when they started trusting her with external missions. And she loves her magic, loves the strange certitude of tending the spirits, feels at home among them. They’re not quiet about their feelings, not like she’s been told is proper. They are what they are, and no one scolds them for that.

But she never had a choice.

“It gets lonely,” is what Daphne settles on as her answer.

The healer tending Rose starts to pack up her supplies, tucking gauze and orb into a large satchel and fastening the buckles.

“You don’t get sent on a lot of jobs outside the Necropolis, then?”

“Me, no. Some Watchers, yes. Honestly, I’m fairly sure the only reason they sent me on this one was because they trusted you to keep an eye on me.”

Rose furrows her brow at that, her hazel eyes scrutinizing Daphne for a moment. Daphne fights the blush that threatens her at the attention.

“You took down those Venatori pretty handily last time,” Rose says, “I’d think they’d want you out in the field, where you can think on your feet.”

“That’s actually the exact problem,” Daphne responds. “They’ve taught me how to make a plan, but I never quite got the hang of sticking to it. Unpredictability isn’t a desirable trait when you’re dealing with spirits. They feed on emotion, and I tend to get too caught up in mine.”

Rose hums, though it’s more bemused huff. The healer finishes collecting her things, and leaves.

“Well, if they trust me to keep you in line, maybe we’ll be assigned to work together again.”

At the sight of the grin that slides along Rose’s mouth, Daphne says, “I might have to test your limits if they do.”

She sidles up to the edge of her cot, reaches across the space between them, and fits her hand along Rose’s jaw. Daphne guides the Shadow Dragon’s face towards her own — and Rose draws back, just a little, just before their lips meet.

“If that’s your plan,” she murmurs, “I hope it’s one you intend to follow through on.”

When she kisses Daphne, a thrill races along her spine, warmth and heat flowing through her in a way it rarely does buried beneath Nevarra with the revered dead. It tastes a little like freedom.

[tequiilasunriise]

Okay let me cook‼️‼️

Her gloves are clearly flat against her hand, no doubt about it.

But look how different her hand gear is in her concept art, the one where her hands are purposely obscured by her weapon- which never happens in concept arts they show us- as if to hide the significance of what she’s wearing on her hands. Summer is VERY CLEARLY wearing some typa metal armor, almost like….

…she was wearing some pieces of red, metallic, sharp-shaped, skeletal armor. Almost like one last gift, one last bit of protection right before a mission gone wrong, one last “I know I left, but I still love you” right before the rose bloomed for the final time.

[crownedinmarigolds]

OC Kiss Week 2025 - The Full Set! A bunch of smoochy sketches to celebrate a week of love ~ ! We missed one day due to family sickness, but I think we had some great success this year despite being so busy! :D

Characters belong to myself and @thesixthplaneteer!

[theawkwardartist]

[encrucijada]

oc kiss week, prompt: excitement fae + jo/raf/mia (coughing roses)

one. Raf picks her up, twirls her around in his arms, and Fae feels like a princess. He isn’t the first one she kisses, but is the first one she kisses by surprise. They were walking to meet with Jo at the gas station, 11:59 and then 12:00—it’s your birthday, Fae! happy birthday! Raf always got so much more excited about that than her. He bragged later about getting to tell her first. This was her idea of a birthday, still up after dark and headed to the cove after staking up on junk food. Jo and Raf would buy her a tiny tea plate-sized cake and candles with the numbers 1 and 7. Fae kisses Raf before he puts her down again, her smile against his choked gasp.

 two. Jo carries her on his back until he doesn’t—walk, you legs work. Her legs are tired from standing too long and dancing in place. The local talent concert at the park wasn’t that good but at least it was so loud no one could hear her sing. Flowers only grew from the grass, not out of people’s mouths and ears. I liked the third song, Fae says, all she can supply, because even just humming might plant forget-me-not in Jo’s windpipe. He sings it, a little off-key, but not all can be cursed and blessed in uneven parts with a magical voice. That one, Fae grins and he kisses her because they do that now.

three. Mia comes running to find her, like they hadn’t texted that morning while Mia was on her way back. I know my mum is trying, she said, but I would rather stay with you guys than endure this quality time with her. Mia is the last she kisses, it happened in a quieter environment—cigarette smoke and cherry bubblegum. Fae just about sees the mum trying hard for an opportunity from the daughter who’s not there yet, the sister judging selfishness. The car idles ten feet away. Mia kisses her and says, I’m so happy to see you. I want to see the others. Let’s go. Fae grabs Mia’s hand and together they run.

[dreamersdwell]

Two Itty bitty Rosetta doodles

[thesixthplaneteer]

OC Kiss week 2025 day 7 - Caught!

A short and sweet entry featuring Thinbloods Ralph and @crownedinmarigolds Khloe!

click

Both of them stopped cold.

“What was that?” Khloe asked in a whisper.

“I don’t know, probably nothing.” Ralph whispered back

“Should we check it out?” Khloe said with worry in her voice.

“I think we should be makin’ out,” Ralph said with a dumb smile.

Khloe playfully slapped Ralph on the shoulder, but she couldn’t help herself. She was in love with the big dummy. Leaning into each other they went at it like thirsty dogs to a water bowl.

creeeeeeeek

“I heard something again!” Khloe said as she abruptly pulled away.

Ralph groaned “Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabe. It’s noth-”

He didn’t have time to finish before the door flew open and the light came on blinding them. A familiar rough voice yelled out.

“What in the chicken fried fuck are yall doing in my bed!?” The thick southern accent could only belong to one person. Christian.

“You- Your bed!?” Khloe screeched, looking over to Ralph and grabbing her discarded clothes to cover herself.

“BRO you have the biggest comfiest bed in the house!” Ralph pleaded.

“Goddamnit Ralph!” Christian yelled, and Khloe sighed in unison.

[blueboy1103]