#roselily2006

[kishdoodles]

Finally someone else with Adventure is Nigh autism

I cannot stop thinking about like a past meets future plot. Like the season 1 and season 3 versions meeting each other. I felt the need to share this idea and you seemed like a good candidate, sorry for any bother

LAUGHING thank u... I've been waiting for Side Story 2 remasters to come out + Season 4 to rly get back into it so I might just dive back in ^_^

I THINK THAT'S FUN!!! I'd think that its most fun at late s1 and s3, where the s1 cast is at least familiar w each other and late s3 we get the juicy character dynamics.

S1!Grinderbin would be pretty shocked I think. At this point S3!Grinderbin is OLD. like about to keel over in 1-2 months old. But it's fun to imagine they never have any signs of aging at all. S3!Grinderbin would be like "You would not BELIEVE who's our mother" like that would be insane LOL

S3!Mortimer would whisper to S1!Mortimer that they know. "Who's they?" "Grinderbin." "How?" "It's complicated. But they know." and S1!Mortimer has to unpack a lot of things. Why is S3!Mortimer still with them? Why isn't he running? Starting again? Very strange, very strange.

S3!Dabarella would get to tell S1!Dabarella about how soooo many things happened. and soooo many people enjoyed the food she made! It's in her (S1!Dab) future, and she's really excited for her to experience what she went through. She can even do it now if she wants! Help out the kitchen in the club and such. then she'd be like "Oh yea I follow Tar Tar Sauce now". Really fun

Sigmar I feel is largely the same, but S1!Sigmar would be surprised that S3!Sigmar is still friends with them, hell- friends at all. They stuck around? They enjoy his company? Isn't he an asshole? (he still kind of is, but S3!Sigmar will say he's not - he's just being dumb half the time) "Oh and I got a tattoo that turns my arm into a bow. Splatters blood everywhere. Hurts like a bitch." "Eugh... why did you get that?" "Loooong story. Just.. just don't get tattoos from random people okay? Maybe like... ask about the terms and conditions?" (Neither Sigmar follows this advice. Impulsive ass)

As for character dynamics. That's a whole fic I'm not writing in response to an ask LOL nor am I writing er... anytime soon if ever. I'll leave it to you, but this is a fun thought exercise! I was scared I lost the plot but I think I still got it. Hope you enjoy what meager amounta of fan content we got! Gotta work hard to put more out in the world someday 🫡🫡🫡

[p1zzabrainz]

Hey pizzaz what ya doing alone in the night?

" ..sorry, didn't expect to see you. i guess i just needed time away from all the crazies. cept' for Bruno. he's.. somewhere around here- he followed me out. "

" how are you? i saw you get shoved out of that pizzeria just now. "

[trash-panda-shifty]

I dunno, I'm pretty sure there was a humanoid skeleton holding that treasure chest Russell found that time... But who knows?

>you don’t know how to answer this.

[hate-sim-corrupted]

Well, you're... not a ghost, per se. More like a consciousness possessing a body. Sorry, I have no better way to put it.

[ ..Is that not normal? ]

Dovey tilts his head, but shrugs.

[ Mehh.. that's too confusing to think about. Let's do something else! ]

Suddenly, he smiles, and hops to the glass door, pulling it open with some effort. He steps outside, looking up to the sky in awe. Dovey looks down, running his hand through the wild untamed grass surrounding him in curiousity.

[ask-hex-and-whitty]

She jumps a bit at his voice, before speaking into the phone. “I can’t come out! You heard what they thought about what I did! They’ll hate me!” -Rose Anon

"Look, they might hate what you did, but they sure as fuck don't hate you. And if they do I'll just whack them on the head so they'll forget, ok?"

[ask-dafuk]

Yeah I'm not sure if you saw my reblog, but I do want to correct which book I said the Durkon commentary was on. Both quotes in my ask were from book 5, Blood Runs in the Family. Sorry if you already knew from my reblog, I just wanted to make sure.

This has been sent to her.

[bunnieswithknives]

Fanart for my friend @roselily2006‘s fic, Belladonna!

[toonycatuwu]

Based on a conversation with @roselily2006

(TW: written depiction of mutilation and gore)

Edit: PEOPLE ARE STILL LIKING THIS??? THIS IS DARK AS FRIIIIIICK (and messed up and cringe 😭)

[roselily2006]

Some quick info

Name Nickname: Rose

Pronouns: she/they + neos

Sexuality: bi

Interests: Hollow Knight and other games, Order of the Stick, Inanimate Insanity, Monkie Kid, Transformers Animated, and whatever my hyperfixation is this week

NO: NSFW asks, homophobia, biphobia, transphobia, general bigotry, Hollow Knight hate. (Not knowing much about HK is allowed, as opportunities to rant about favorite things are always welcome.) For more info please see https://roselily2006.carrd.co/

[q-quadrum]

Firstly, I would like to apologize for reposting this post the second time ;m;

(I’m still new to reposting and other stuff functions on Tumblr)

Salutations, Madness Combat community!

May I present to you a fanfiction that I’ve made based on this lovely person’s idea?

Usually I will just continue my day, but this idea you give immediately prepares me my broken fingers to write this stuff.

It took me 2 days to finish this bad boi

Hope you have a good day, especially to you @roselily2006 <3, and sorry if my writing is not that good ^^"

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CW: Blood, Lots of blood, Derealization, and A bit hint of cannibalism there

It all started with a hearty laugh coming from a conversation between two people inside of a small restaurant business Somewhere in Nevada, filling the atmosphere with happiness in the air.

Two grunts, Sanford and Deimos were sitting on one of the 2 person’s table while chatting and joking about everything that they like.

Sanford was basically sipping his glass of cold water while holding his giggle of laughter and listening to Deimos’ jokes.

“Wait- uh- so basically,” he cleared his throat, putting the half-glass down. “The agents that chased you, you shoot them down, and one of it basically-“ He wheezes, his right hand holds the edge of his table, “- hit his head bY THE POLE THAT HE PASSED AWAY?!” Then he laughs.

Deimos had done laughing on his part, keeping his composure up from bursting into another laugh.

“Yeah shit, right? That poor guy went limp soon after!” He smiles widely, revealing his sharp teeth to Sanford, as the man hung his head low due to the laughing.

What Deimos’ know is that they were getting a mission to retrieve and revive their other friend, Hank.

Yeah, and that one might be an obvious reasons Deimos could feel that something is wrong.

Somehow, them being in a restaurant ordering some random shit didn’t make sense.

Again, everything didn’t make any sense; and it starts to scare him.

Maybe he went black out a little throughout the mission and came back to his consciousness in front of Sanford, hence why they were at a restaurant talking any shits that could laugh onto while on the way of ordering something in the restaurant.

Wait a minute,

Where did this conversation even start?

He has to check something. He look around before leans forward, causing Sanford to jump a little.

"Umm Sanford?"

"Hmm? Yes, Dei?"

"..shouldn't we have revive Hank right now?"

…

“Shouldn’t we,… shouldn’t we all were fighting The Auditor?”He added.

Deimos didn't know how Sanford look at him right behind those shades, but he could see a small glimpse of tinted red glow staring right at his soul.

That’s not the how usual hazel eye colour look like, right?

Sanford swishes his right arm in the air, getting it to Deimos’ attention." relax Dei, Hank would be later. For now, let's enjoy our date! See what's on the menu, my eyes are now looking at these pages filled with ice-creams section over here,"

He cheers, it was obvious he was trying to change to another subject," So, what kind of flavoured ice-cream you want? There's banana chocolate, cotton candy and ooh~ there's this new flavour that you always wanted to try; Raspberry Burst! You always speculate that it would taste like Grunt's blood and craving to taste it, am I right? Maybe we should order that one?" he chuckles.

Deimos gulped his saliva in his throat. He feels a metallic feeling in his mouth when his partner mentions the taste.

But he could see that ‘Sanford’ who’s in front of him is panicking. Called it.

Something isn’t right.

He could feel that he was in his real world, but at the same time he could feel he wasn’t in his real ‘real’ world. Having a hearty date with the most loved man that he wanted? This is too good to be true.

He has to play along.

Deimos beamed with a smile,” Yeah, sure. Go on, order it up! Gonna take my phone a while for,.. you know, write my reviews about the stuff.” He fakes his toothy grin, but that doesn’t alarm the suspicion to the latter.

“Alright, sure man. Hey waiter!” Sanford whistles out for a waiter in the restaurant.

He tapped his fingers onto the table to signal them to come and take out their order. The waiter came to their table and Sanford orders what they have plan to order earlier.

As Sanford’s eyes now focusing on the grunt waiter in front of them, Deimos slowly pick up a small pocket knife instead of his phone from his back pocket.

And as Sanford casually turns back to look at him, Deimos immediately lunged forward, stabbing Sanford towards his neck.

“Dei, mo-,” He spits out good amount of blood from his mouth, Deimos could see that red, possessive eyes under his shades very well now.

“Gotcha, you fake bastard!” he angrily whispers as he shoves the knife a more deeper into Sanford’s throat.

He gurgles. “Y-you ..ungrateful-!”

Everything suddenly fades out. The waiter in front of them, the customers around them, the restaurant itself, everything fades to nothing but an empty white space, with only Sanford and Deimos still on each other’s table seats.

“You think I’m that stupid you little shit?!” Deimos shouted.

Sanford didn’t say any words as he continues to stare at Deimos. His face contorts in anger. Then he disintegrates into thin air, loosening Deimos’ knife grip on his neck.

Deimos vision slowly clouded with white light as it hurting his eyes, an ominous voice laughs hard-heartedly in his head,

“You silly bastard,…” Sanford’s voice replays over and over again, Deimos could feel his muscled shoulders embracing him with that sweaty familiar warmth.

.

.

.

.

.

He could open his eyes at last as he finally snaps back to reality,…

… with his hand covered in blood from his lover's bleeding nose.

What?

He looks down on his feet, then trails forwards to a person’s body limping in front of him.

His eyes widen.

Fuck, he was too late to get out of the trance.

And by his own hands, his friend was battered to half-dead on the ground. His breath was hitched, and he was holding his right hip, covered in blood and guts were coming out of it.

Deimos realized that’s not the worse that he had done while he got controlled. He notices that there’s a large chunk of Sanford’s right shoulder’s meat got bitten out voraciously. Examines back to himself, he notices his mouth was bleed with blood as well, and he could feel there is a chewing small metallic stuff inside of his mouth, and it tastes bitter, like a sticky clay.

Grunt’s Blood.

So that’s where the taste comes from.

Fuck.

He looked at his surroundings.

Hank?

Their corpse was beside his friend’s lap, probably was used as an attempt to preventing himself from getting hurt. Most of the parts of their body was either ripped off along with a large bite mark on parts of some of it.

Unfortunately, that doesn’t work as well.

He fell onto his knees.

There's a sound of someone clapping their hands, footsteps getting closer to him.

"Never expected for you to be this violent towards your so-called comrades, you defected clone." they chuckle behind him.

He heard that wispy, sly voice before.

"Dee-mos, isn’t it? Great job for resisting my possession. " A black, warm hand resting on his shoulder.

Deimos turns around, getting a closer look to the figure behind him. Their body seems to have no mass as they move towards him in a serpent-like movement, leaving black-coloured fire trail behind them. Their flaming red-eyes fixated on his poor bloody appearance.

He knows the figure very well. They always met during his time in A.A.H.W.

The changes that there’s now a halo on their forehead, cracked and syncing with its former holder.

The Auditor open their non-existent mouth, revealing red sharp teeth, and smile.

"Unfortunately for you, you're late for the party." They lean in to his face. “Too late, to be exact.”

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Extra stuff I wanted to add before end the post:

The summary:

Deimos basically was sent deep into his mind, with projected Sanford made by Auditor to keep him contained.

In my kind of headcanon: usually cloned grunts would resist the possession since they were not even fully sentient to begin with, plus they didn't have any attachments to everything really. But for Deimos, that's a whole another story.

Maybe it's just because he's built different.

<333

[alexapope]

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[rose-lily-anon]

Hello people of Tumblr!

I’ve decided to make myself an anon blog, as a middle ground between interacting as anon and using my main.

Info (applies to both rose anon and the person running this, unless stated otherwise):

Name: Rose (I sign my posts with Rose Anon)

Pronouns: she/her, but doesn’t mind they

Sexuality: bi

Interests: Hollow Knight and other games, Order of the Stick

Anon Appearance: Exactly like a regular anon, but with the flower shown in my pfp. Likes to float a few inches off the ground at all times, and is fond of “popping” from one place to another. Can have other facial features, like eyes and a mouth, but in a way that isn’t creepy or out of place with the anon look.

NO: NSFW asks, homophobia, biphobia, transphobia, general bigotry, Hollow Knight hate. (Not knowing much about HK is allowed, as opportunities to rant about favorite things are always welcome.)

(Also my main blog is @roselily2006 if you’re curious)

[p1zzabrainz]

Do you think it would be possible to explain to Peppino what’s going on? I don’t know how receptive he’d be to all this…

-R (going off anon)

" I don't know why he wants-a them here. As far as I knew he hated him. I don't think he wants to meet on good terms, either way.. "

" ..He just got out of the shower upstairs- If.. If he see's youre here so soon, he's gonna flip!!! "

" I'm sorry, thank you for the update!! I need you guys to leave- For your own safety!! "

( Gustavo pushes you out hastily. He's vaguely panicked. )

" I appreciate your presence!! Please- Have a good night! "

( The door shuts and you hear the jingle of bells against the door. It's quiet- and behind you, the lights turn off almost instantly. )

( Around you is construction buildings. Most, if not all of them are still being built. Across the way is a smaller building, a fancier, more refined one at that; and a familiar figure sitting outside of it. )

[trash-panda-shifty]

Just curious, do the brothers ever avoid stealing certain things because they were involved with a death? I mean, I probably would be put off Christmas cookies for a while if I got cut open with one…

“I sadly don’t have any knowledge as to if they do avoid certain items, but I guess it come seem likely.”

[areckert04]

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[boom-fanfic-a-latta]

@makerofmadness @roselily2006 @ultimatestellar

Cause I know y'all are interested

Hey so remember when I wrote a thing about Dedede in Forgotten Land?

Well, I've now written a sorta follow-up with Forgo Dedede.

(Spoilers for Kirby and the Forgotten Land)

–

“This should keep you more compliant.”

(No–get it off of me–I don’t–)

He struggled, trying to pull the wooden mask off of his face, but to no avail. He didn’t want to forget again, please–

The whir of machinery churned in the background, metal grinding against metal, somehow sounding both far away and deafening at the same time.

“Now, you will buy us time against the intruders.”

(No, not–not them, don’t make me fight them–)

He barely registered the elevator doors closing in front of him, leaving him alone as the other being left.

(Leaving him to his post.)

What–no, this wasn’t his–he didn’t–

There was something about this mask, he had to get it off, it was messing with his head even more than he had been before–Why wouldn’t it come off?!

The mask just wouldn't budge.

(I have to–I have to get this off–get it off–GET IT OFF OF ME–)

Everything seemed to grow fuzzier with each passing second, and it felt harder and harder for him to even think clearly.

This was wrong. This was very wrong.

There were footsteps behind him, clattering against the metallic floor.

(I–no–I don't want to–to fight them–no–please–don't make me–I don't–please–PLEASE–)

...

...

...Who?

Who...was it, that he didn't want to fight?

He...

He...couldn't remember...

...It...well...it probably wasn't important...

(No, not important.)

...Yeah...it...it wasn't important...didn't matter...

It all seemed fuzzy now, like static.

Static. That was all he could seem to register anymore. He couldn't think. There was only static, and nothing else.

Nothing else but the order he'd been given.

(To stop the intruders.)

That was all that mattered anymore.

He turned around, dual hammers at the ready, facing (those who had dared to interfere time and time again).

In the back of his mind, he could register the two small figures crying something out, maybe a name, but he didn't recognize it. (Besides, whatever it was probably didn't matter, did it.)

Everything had become just a blur.

The white noise was deafening.

All he could see was red.

There was only one thought in his mind anymore.

Destroy them.

D̶̲͛̍̌͋̕͝E̵͉̭̣͖̦̺̓̌Ŝ̷̫͇͙̣̀̈́͛̓̐T̷̘̈͝R̶͓̥̳̬̎͌̌̀̅̅Ö̸͕̯̠̘́̿́ͅY̷̧̗͛ͅ ̵̧͉̉T̸̯͖͎̼̦̄́̚̚H̵̡̜̮͙̗͛͌E̶̤̳̞̜̥͑̑͌͒̒́͜͝M̷̦̫̤̟̿̊–

Everything else faded to the background as the command echoed through his head.

Yes.

He would destroy them.

Furiously, he began swinging at the two intruders, hammers ablaze. Somehow, however, they dodged, and the momentum nearly spun him to the ground.

Shaking off the dizziness, he got back to his feet, only to pause. He could only see one of the figures standing there. Where...

He got his answer as he was suddenly knocked off-balance from behind, and turned to find the other one had managed to sneak behind him and land a strike.

He snarled and swung back at them in return, but once again hit nothing but empty air.

They would pay for this.

Angry, he resumed his firey onslaught and kept it up as best he could. But his opponents wouldn't stand down, wouldn't let themselves be hit, wouldn't flinch.

They wouldn't stop hitting back, and each time they only hit harder.

Soon, it felt as if the world was spinning, and he could barely stand.

He fell to the ground, keeling over onto all fours.

Fury overcame him, and he could feel nothing else.

Letting out a low growl, he looked up to see his targets just...standing there.

...

No, not his targets.

His prey.

...

...

...

Something inside him snapped.

...

No rational thought remained.

Only instinct.

Only pure, primal, feral instinct.

They were prey.

He was the hunter.

Hunt.

Devour.

K̸͉̀̅̕ͅį̴̮͉̙̦͈̋l̷̫̳̤̲̮͌̽́̓ḽ̸̳̈́̆̓͝.

The growl became a guttural roar.

The beast was on the prowl.