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Sumeru rose 🟣 they're so pretty!! #genshinimpact #ganshin #sumeru #sumerugenshininpact #rose #rosegame #genshinsumeru #sumerurose #flower #purple #purpleflower #purpleflowergame https://www.instagram.com/p/CotFzICO5uY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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New commission for RoseGaming over on Bluesky! I had a lot of fun getting that background together, took a lot of inspiration from Kingdom Hearts' Final World and Tekken's Infinite Azure to get it to look ethereal and otherworldly!

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[rose-games]

Welcome!

Hi you all! and welcome to the tumblr for RoseGames. For now RoseGames is a one person game studio with the only member being me! You can call me Pastel. If youve somehow found your way over to this blog stay a while and look around there will normally be updates on our first game All Hallows Eve: A Halloween Dating Sim so stay tuned for updates on this exciting new project! Feel free to send in any questions or anything in general you want to share! Love you all lots!!!

-Pinkie and Everyone at RoseGames

[honeynut-depressios]

A little scene from the Post-Sgrub au I’m doing. 

AG: That Clown should be dead!

TT: Yes, well thankfully, that is not your decision. Now then, I would appreciate it if you left my moirail and I alone. 

[piratequeen-queenofgames]

Top 5 best things about being a teacher 😁😁

Ooh I love you sis, @rosegaming117

1. recess

2. Teaching my kids respect.

3. Teaching my kids how not to be shy

4. Teaching them how to deal with bullying.

5. Reading to the whole class.

[isroselalondebisexual]

What do you think of RoseGamzee?

THAT IS SOME GOOD SHIT HELL YEAH GOOD SHIT RIGHT THERE!!!!

Like… okay, so, assuming this is Not Possessed!Gamzee, because I don’t really touch Possessed!Gamzee with a ten foot pole (at that point you’re really interacting more with Caliborn/Lord English than Gamzee, anyway), I think they’d be SO GOOD for each other!

Like, okay, you’ve got two kids who, in one way or another, feel very very abandoned by their guardian. Rose’s mom was always sauced and couldn’t be emotionally present for Rose, causing her to have a very embittered, disillusioned outlook on the world and life and relationships in general (which Kanaya helped change but that’s someone else’s post), while at the same time Rose was a CHILD who WANTED a relationship with her mom, which was very much a big role in Rose’s addiction to alcohol that sprung up in canon. Rose also felt that she was more an equal to her mom- she, a child, felt that she was as much a caretaker to her mom as her mom was to her. Gamzee’s lusus was quite literally never around, only showing up sporadically to do… something. And sure, Gamzee’s hive wasn’t attacked by sea dwellers or anything but that doesn’t mean the thing was in any way actually taking care of Gamzee. His lusus’s absence was the foundation Gamzee’s own addiction to space-weed came from, which he became dependent on in many ways because he didn’t WANT to become bitter and disillusioned with life. He LOVED being able to see the world as a place of miracles and friendship, but that’s… that’s really hard for a kid whose dad is never around, whose friends aren’t exactly the nicest to him bc he’s weird and socialized improperly. Gamzee, also, is a troll, who are kinda expected to have more of a mutual caretaking role with their lusii anyway, I think the term “zookeeper” got used in canon. So trolls in general are sorta fucked up on that end.

So Rose and Gamzee are massive messes right from the starting gate. And I think I could see this going one of two ways, tbeh. They could enable each other’s bad habits, but I don’t think they’d want to. The thing about Rose is that a lot of her really, truly, desperately WANTS to see the light in life, the good the world has to offer, her life up to that point has just trained her that that’s silly, and for children, and the world is large and terrifying and mindlessly cruel. And Gamzee, like I’ve said, is also DESPERATE to see life as a good place. So maybe they’d get off on rocky footing, but Rose’s snarky horseshit would meet an impenetrable wall of “literally is bothered by fucking nothing” because whatever snark Rose has, it cannot possibly be worse than Equius’s laughably terrible attempts at pitchflirting or Terezi’s seemingly regular insults of how weird Gamzee is. And Gamzee is just. A friendly stoner. It’s hard not to like him. So the other way I could see their relationship going is the two of them realizing they have mutual ground on account of their shitty ass custodians, and how they’ve become somewhat dependent on outside substances for their happiness, and see something in each other that they want to HELP. It’s easy to ignore things that are wrong when it’s just yourself. “I’m fine” is a real fuckin’ easy thing to say. But while Gamzee wouldn’t lift a finger to help his own soddy ass, he absolutely would not just sit idly while this beautiful light within his life remains sad and hard and certain the world will not be kind to her. And Rose can layer her own trauma under as many layers of psychological defense mechanisms as she wants, but to see Gamzee, who is still so soft and who still believes that there is good, struggling so hard with his own problems and the unfair weight life has placed on his shoulders, it’d compel her to help.

And they are children so yeah, it might not all go easy and sweet, things would get ugly sometimes because wounds are ugly, bleeding things, but they’d help each other, and they’d be willing to accept help and advice and companionship from each other. Rose grew up in the middle of fuckin’ nowhere with just her drunken mom and the internet for company, Gamzee was on a lonely beach with a missing lusus and the internet for his. They could just. Sit together. Talk about their interests in as long-winded, rambling, purple-prosed ways as they want and Gamzee would think Rose is so smart and Rose would think Gamzee has a wild creativity and they’d make each other happy in the better moments and they could soften the things that hurt during the worse times. They’d come from a place of mutual understanding, too, no need to try and convince each other of anything, that it really did suck as bad as they’re finally allowing themselves to feel. They get it. They’re on the same page.

Okay look I have a LOT OF FEELINGS about Gamzee and Rose okay I genuinely think they’d just… really click well together.

[darkened-writer]

Dark RoseGaming

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The Trick should be on whenever luck says, 'I am off'. #Trick #Love #RoseGame

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Roses I made 💁🏻🌹 #fondant #roses #flowersbyme #cakedecorator #rosegame #cakeorder

[isroselalondebisexual]

I’ve had an anon sitting in my inbox for a while who prompted me for some GamRose, and I admit I’ve taken a while to respond! My first thought was that they’d have plenty of common ground, since neither of their guardians were really, ah, present, so to speak, and my next thought, coming immediately after, was oh, they both have a pretty fucked up addiction, don’t they. I then thought “Lmao they’d be terrible enablers for each other that’d end up horribly” and THEN I proceeded to go “Wait that sounds really interesting though I wanna write that.” So, this takes place on the meteor in an “Everybody lives + Gamzee didn’t get the demonic puppet” AU, in which Rose and Gamzee are dating.

Thanks anon, and without any further ado:

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There was an empty bottle next to an empty pie tin on the table no one sat at. In truth, they were not exactly empty, as much as they were empty enough. The final dregs along the bottle’s side were not sufficient to create any kind of meaningful mouthful, and the globs of slime smelling of sharp, acidic citrus on the tin’s base and rim were not worth the effort of scraping up. The wine left red stains on the wood of the table, and the slime was caked and brittle from drying. The objects had been abandoned for a long time now.

Long enough, indeed, for Gamzee to slowly start to come down from his high, and for Rose to slowly start to sober up. They were on a couch maybe five feet from the table, Rose facedown in Gamzee’s chest and Gamzee dry-eyed from staring at the ceiling, unblinkingly, for too long. His unkempt claws kept snagging in her hair, but neither of them wanted him to stop the soothing, idle stroking of her head and back.

“We can’t keep doing this,” Rose murmured, refusing to remove her face from Gamzee’s chest in order to speak, so the noise came out muffled.

“Done it my whole life,” Gamzee countered, just as softly, blinking slowly and giving one of Rose’s shoulder blades a squeeze. “Ain’t nobody knows as will stop us.”

“It’s not- we shouldn’t-” Rose took a deep breath, “Just because we’re able doesn’t mean we should. I know what an alcohol addiction does to people, remember?”

“Yeah. You’ve told me often ‘nough, smartsis. You ain’t got no wrigglers to be abandoning though, so I ain’t see why it’s any issue.”

“Addictions are persistent, Gamzee,” Rose said, finally turning her head and lifting a hand to thumb idly at the shoulder of his shirt. Gamzee nodded, figuring she was right, both on account of her intellect that far outshone his own and from personal experience.

“This could become lifelong, if I keep doing this, and to this extreme.” Rose chuckled mirthlessly, thoughts turning darker, “I wonder if it would count as Just, my own mistakes catching up to me and finally forcing their consequences.”

“You ain’t gonna die, my heart,” Gamzee assured her easily, finally looking away from the ceiling to nuzzle the top of her head lazily, motions sluggish but warmly affectionate.

“I could. Humans died from alcohol poisoning all the time.”

“You ain’t.”

“Ah, the confidence of the ignorant. Truly, an impenetrable barrier.”

Gamzee kissed her hair, humored but too hazy to laugh. He rather felt like he could fall asleep, if it weren’t for the conversation Rose was so diligently trying to have.

“We’re enabling each other,” she started anew, using that same soft, vulnerable murmur she had begun with. “This isn’t healthy.”

“My motherfuckin’ heart. My most flushed and brilliant of sisters,” Gamzee said pityingly, lifting her chin so he could stare at her eye to drooping eye, “My life ain’t been one of any health but you are never one as to take as such from me.” He kissed her lips softly, his chapped and both painted, and then pulled her closer into a hug, their bodies flopping against each other on the couch in a cat-like liquidity. “My life is better for the fact that you are in it.”

Rose felt her natural desire to avoid her problems win out over the wine + self-loathing induced attempt at productivity, and hugged Gamzee back, clinging tightly to the oversized fabric of his t shirt.

“My life is better for the fact that you are in it, too,” she echoed back at him, pressing her face into the crook of his neck.

“We’re fine, matesprit mine,” Gamzee mumbled in her ear, once again stroking her hair, “Our guardians ain’t what neither of us would call ‘around,’ but we got each other now. We got holes in us where they should’ve filled but all them empty places feel brighter with you, my light aligned lover; their absence ain’t break us half so bad as we feel it did.”

Rose took a deep breath, smelling Gamzee’s scent underneath the overwhelming proof that it had been a long while since he’d last showered, and pulled back to kiss Gamzee. When he kissed her, it was so soft and simple and gentle- always gentle- but when she kissed him it was with two hands of hair and a mouth full of wanting. And Gamzee always gave; he denied her nothing and demanded only her heart for his return.

“We’re fine,” she rasped when they paused for breath. “A little cracked, but we deal with it our own way.”

“Ain’t no way like our way,” Gamzee said amicably, bumping their foreheads and generally pressing his face to hers, even when their mouths were apart. He clung to her like he was starved for it, like each touch was a giftwrapped present she’d deigned to bestow. Close was never close enough, for him, always seeking more parts of their bodies that he might touch together.

“Gamzee,” Rose said softly, and Gamzee smiled up at her.

“I love you,” he said easily, knowing why she could not make herself ask him to remind her, and knowing also why she couldn’t return the words aloud. Atop all that he knew, deep in his bones, that she did love him too, and did not begrudge her the inability to form the words. They’d talked on this, after all, in amongst alcohol and sopor, amongst jokes and banter and wordplay and tears and shaking.

“I love you so much, matesprit mine,” he purred against her neck before kissing the skin, feeling the way her nails curled against his scalp and hearing her breath come out hard. He kissed, but did not bite, sucked but did not bruise. In return, she pulled and pet alternatingly at his hair, and then kissed him again, deep with her ravenous craving. They touched each other both with the hunger of those unwilling to wait, and the ease of two people with nowhere to be. At each other’s touch, they reassured themselves. They were alright.

[imhereformysciencefriends]

I’m having pale Rosegam feelings again lately so here y’all read this

What do you think of RoseGamzee?

THAT IS SOME GOOD SHIT HELL YEAH GOOD SHIT RIGHT THERE!!!!

Like… okay, so, assuming this is Not Possessed!Gamzee, because I don’t really touch Possessed!Gamzee with a ten foot pole (at that point you’re really interacting more with Caliborn/Lord English than Gamzee, anyway), I think they’d be SO GOOD for each other!

Like, okay, you’ve got two kids who, in one way or another, feel very very abandoned by their guardian. Rose’s mom was always sauced and couldn’t be emotionally present for Rose, causing her to have a very embittered, disillusioned outlook on the world and life and relationships in general (which Kanaya helped change but that’s someone else’s post), while at the same time Rose was a CHILD who WANTED a relationship with her mom, which was very much a big role in Rose’s addiction to alcohol that sprung up in canon. Rose also felt that she was more an equal to her mom- she, a child, felt that she was as much a caretaker to her mom as her mom was to her. Gamzee’s lusus was quite literally never around, only showing up sporadically to do… something. And sure, Gamzee’s hive wasn’t attacked by sea dwellers or anything but that doesn’t mean the thing was in any way actually taking care of Gamzee. His lusus’s absence was the foundation Gamzee’s own addiction to space-weed came from, which he became dependent on in many ways because he didn’t WANT to become bitter and disillusioned with life. He LOVED being able to see the world as a place of miracles and friendship, but that’s… that’s really hard for a kid whose dad is never around, whose friends aren’t exactly the nicest to him bc he’s weird and socialized improperly. Gamzee, also, is a troll, who are kinda expected to have more of a mutual caretaking role with their lusii anyway, I think the term “zookeeper” got used in canon. So trolls in general are sorta fucked up on that end.

So Rose and Gamzee are massive messes right from the starting gate. And I think I could see this going one of two ways, tbeh. They could enable each other’s bad habits, but I don’t think they’d want to. The thing about Rose is that a lot of her really, truly, desperately WANTS to see the light in life, the good the world has to offer, her life up to that point has just trained her that that’s silly, and for children, and the world is large and terrifying and mindlessly cruel. And Gamzee, like I’ve said, is also DESPERATE to see life as a good place. So maybe they’d get off on rocky footing, but Rose’s snarky horseshit would meet an impenetrable wall of “literally is bothered by fucking nothing” because whatever snark Rose has, it cannot possibly be worse than Equius’s laughably terrible attempts at pitchflirting or Terezi’s seemingly regular insults of how weird Gamzee is. And Gamzee is just. A friendly stoner. It’s hard not to like him. So the other way I could see their relationship going is the two of them realizing they have mutual ground on account of their shitty ass custodians, and how they’ve become somewhat dependent on outside substances for their happiness, and see something in each other that they want to HELP. It’s easy to ignore things that are wrong when it’s just yourself. “I’m fine” is a real fuckin’ easy thing to say. But while Gamzee wouldn’t lift a finger to help his own soddy ass, he absolutely would not just sit idly while this beautiful light within his life remains sad and hard and certain the world will not be kind to her. And Rose can layer her own trauma under as many layers of psychological defense mechanisms as she wants, but to see Gamzee, who is still so soft and who still believes that there is good, struggling so hard with his own problems and the unfair weight life has placed on his shoulders, it’d compel her to help.

And they are children so yeah, it might not all go easy and sweet, things would get ugly sometimes because wounds are ugly, bleeding things, but they’d help each other, and they’d be willing to accept help and advice and companionship from each other. Rose grew up in the middle of fuckin’ nowhere with just her drunken mom and the internet for company, Gamzee was on a lonely beach with a missing lusus and the internet for his. They could just. Sit together. Talk about their interests in as long-winded, rambling, purple-prosed ways as they want and Gamzee would think Rose is so smart and Rose would think Gamzee has a wild creativity and they’d make each other happy in the better moments and they could soften the things that hurt during the worse times. They’d come from a place of mutual understanding, too, no need to try and convince each other of anything, that it really did suck as bad as they’re finally allowing themselves to feel. They get it. They’re on the same page.

Okay look I have a LOT OF FEELINGS about Gamzee and Rose okay I genuinely think they’d just… really click well together.