#rosemarried

[dk-thrive]

Everywhere we went there were hands that opened in kindness- to greet, to serve cake, to hug, to wave — as if everyone agreed it matters, the way we treat each other. How quickly we can fall apart when threatened. How easily, sometimes, we are saved.

— Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, from "Saving Grace" in "All the Honey" by Wildhouse Publishing in 2024.

[vegan-nom-noms]

Bruschetta With Vegan Riccota, Fig & Tomato Chai Jam

[pochisden]

Hi Pochi!! Could we request an Ashley Rosemarry from HuniePop 2 icons?

ASHLEY ROSEMARRY ｡ ICONS

Hi ~ Hi ~ .ᐟ

I think these are actually pretty cute .ᐟ and I like the colouring I did ~ .ᐟ

USAGE ｡ WITH CREDIT

          MEDIA SOURCE ｡ HUNIEPOP 2

KIN/ID/ME TAGS ｡ YES

          F/O, X/O, SELFSHIP TAGS ｡ YES

[qurvballz]

2 BABES WHO ARE BESTIES AND LOVE EACH OTHER *NOT CLICKBAIT*

They would have the best utube channel ✨💖

[acidh2otoby]

Grief and Regrets

Ethan Winters x Male!Reader

Warnings: Death, angst

Won 4th place from this post.

You were beyond scared. You are a BSAA soldier and had just been told that your current boyfriend and adopted daughter, Ethan and Rosemary Winters, were trapped inside a village in Romania and Chris' team wasn't doing much about it.

For the moment you got to the area where assumably the team all stayed for days, you knew you had to get Ethan and Rose to safety. When Chris finally came up with a plan, you secretly stole what it was and did it yourself, you were having a hard time trusting anyone right now.

"Ethan! Ethan!" You yelled, seeing the man on his knees while holding Rose.

You picked up your pace until you knelt down next to him, trying to get him to look at you. "Come on, Ethan. Come on, Ethan, wake up!" You said, shaking Ethan's shoulder a little bit.

The sound of the mold-like plants moving made you look up, whatever it was doing it was doing it fast. That was your sign that the chances of getting out would be very slim, unless Ethan got up right now.

"Oh no." You muttered as these thoughts went through your mind.

"(Y/N)..." Ethan whispered, causing you to look at him.

"Ethan, you did it. It's finished." You said, trying to keep him from falling into a shocked state.

"I think we finished each other." Ethan muttered, not giving you any eye contact.

You shock your head a little before glancing up again, the pressure of getting him out of here started to get to you. "Ethan, we've gotta move." You said, glancing up one final time before helping Ethan stand and walk.

The walk through the falling apart village wasn't easy, mainly due to Ethan almost not being able to walk. You made up your mind, however. Even if Ethan collapsed and couldn't walk, you'd carry him back to safety if you had to.

"Keep moving, Ethan. There's a bomb in that thing that'll blow this whole village sky-high." You informed, when Ethan didn't respond, you decided to tell him a little more. "Look at me. When I hit this trigger, we can't be anywhere near it."

You held up the device you had stolen to show Ethan, hoping it'd get him to walk a little faster. That's when Ethan stopped walking, you shoved him a little in hopes he'd move but it didn't work.

"Dammit...! I'm trying to get us all home! You, Rose, and I, you hear me? Home!" You said, trying to get Ethan to his senses.

"Home...?" Ethan muttered, he said it almost as if a safe place became a foreign thing to him. "I'm so sorry... I love you..." Ethan muttered to Rose. "Keep Rose safe..." Ethan muttered to you before losing his balance a little.

"Hey, hey! Hey..." You whispered, trying to catch Ethan but ended up catching Rose instead.

Rose cried a little as you held her. Ethan stood back up as straight as he could. You glared at him, knowing he was about to do something stupid.

"You tell her yourself. Now come on, it's not that much further!" You practically ordered, fear finding its way back into your body.

Ethan took off his jacket before draping it over Rose, his hand lingering on her for a moment. "Watch over her. Teach her to be strong..." Ethan said, finally looking at you.

He looked weak and it took everything you had not to break down in front of him. You were about to say something when a liquid mold came out of the ground. Ethan pushed you away so you or Rose wouldn't get any on you but now the mold separated the two of you now.

"Goddammit...!" You muttered, you felt useless now.

The mold began to form some kind of a wall. You just then realized that Ethan had taken the device from you, now the bombs were under his control.

You heard Ethan mutter something from beyond the md but couldn't make out what he said. As much as you wanted to stay and die with him, you now had the responsibility of taking care of Rose and needed to get away from the village as soon as possible.

The time you spent on running was silent but your thoughts wouldn't shut up, the loudest thoughts being the ones that blamed you for not being with Ethan when this all happened and that his death was your fault. You knew it wasn't but nothing seemed to convince your mind otherwise.

The escape helicopter came into sight and your thoughts now focused on trying to remain calm in front of the others.

"(Y/N)!" Chris yelled, seeing you running up to the helicopter.

You went past him and towards the pilots. "Go. Go! Take us up, now!" You ordered, knowing it was only a matter of seconds before the bombs went off.

"Wait! Where's Ethan?" Chris asked you, seeing the man wasn't with you nor in the helicopter.

You ignored him as the helicopter took flight. "Get moving. We have to get clear." You said to the pilots.

"No. We can't go!" Chris tried to order over you.

"Chris, not now." You said, walking past him to sit down.

"Not before you tell me where Ethan is." Chris ordered, making you feel trapped. "Tell me what's going on! Where--"

That's when the bomb went off, causing the helicopter to lose a little control and made whoever was standing up lose their balance. Rose began crying again, resulting in you trying to comfort her. Chris looked out one of the windows to see the village up in flames.

"(Y/N), what have you done?" Chris scolded, now knowing where Ethan was.

"He's gone!" You yelled, finally snapping. "I tried! He stayed so we could all escape." You said through a shaky voice.

You got up from where you were sitting a moved further way from the cockpit where Chris and some other soldiers were.

Everything else of the ride was a blur, you hated yourself for what happened and you weren't sure how you could forgive yourself. The only thing you cared about now was taking care of Rose and keeping her safe, you knew that organizations that specializes in B.O.W.S. would be out to get her.

[cypher-ds]

More HuniePop 2 Barbie posters. Enjoy!

AI edited art by DabMcSwag

[canonqueercharacters]

The canon queer character of the day is:

Ashley Rosemarry from HuniePop 2: Double Date, who is bisexual.

[maretriarch]

the first time i ever saw the word radfem was back when the dancestors were coming out and someone used it to refer to latula/porrim

[lenora-reyes]

Lenora Reyes's Not-So-Secret Diary

March 13, 632 K.C.

Dear Diary,

There is a great deal I'd like to share with you since my visit to Darkshire. First and foremost, the rumors surrounding the reappearance of House Sunshield was true. My venture to the darkened wood was not in vain, and in this darkness - I found light once again. It started in the form of Sir Adamar Meadowcroft as he caught sight of me by the fountain. Of all the people that would bump into me first, I might have secretly hoped he was last. And not because I do not respect him or hold utmost admiration to his stature as a Knight, but more so due to my disappointment in myself for abandoning him when he might have needed me most.

Regardless, I have found peace with myself since then in the short time among Lady Sunshield and the other Knights. It was a testament to my character and my inner strength to find courage in life that had fallen to my own self-doubt and darkness. The opportunity to reinvent and bring honor back to my life has been something of a blessing granted by Lady Sunshield. She has ensured me that my return was one that was forgiven and welcomed yet again.

So... Let me introduce you to, Sir Jonathan Folcard - he is the most collected of the knights and caters the embodiment of knighthood in word, deed, and through example. It is evident that he is the heart of the knights, if not the face. There is no doubt in my mind that Father would have spared no hesitancy in offering accolades of praise to Sir Folcard and saying something along the lines of... 'we need more men like you.'

Then there is Dame Eleysia Stormcrow, a Kal'dorei knight with ageless wisdom, ingenuity, and experience in the cursed land of Duskwood. My interactions with her have been brief, but she is an educator by the sounds of it. Perhaps that comes with being a guardian to a child, but... it's hard to say. My Mother would have certainly exchanged words with her about faith and the like. A conversation that I would likely lack the cadence of enjoyment for.

Sir Melek Dy'neer is another knight whose art comes in the way of secrecy, observation, and adaptation. While conversations with him were often unexpected and not arranged, his involvement in my own endeavors are most welcomed. Especially prior to my spar with Sir Adamar Meadowcroft. I would worry for anyone that should cross him or betray his trust, as his tactics are designed for accuracy and efficiency with lethal outcomes.

And of course, here I am returning back to my former Mentor. According to Adamar, my punishment for my breaking of oath was to tend to his son of 3 years. I have yet to meet this child of his, but it saddens me to know he is without his spouse. I don't imagine I will make his child any happier without his true mother present. But for both of their sake's, I'll see what it is I can actually do. And that spar I was mentioning earlier? Well... Adamar is quite formidable in the way of the shield and defense. Not to say his offensive abilities are anything to write off either... Especially given his connection with the light, I wonder how it came to be. He seemed especially taken aback that I kept good care of his former armor, which felt like the only thing I was capable of when I retreated from my duty. Oh, right... I'm deviating from the point... now back to the spar.

Let me just state the obvious. I am RUSTY. Despite my efforts to keep training by my sword. Considerable preparation was necessary after Branson provided me with new armor. Diary, make note, Branson is an eccentric dwarf with a penchant for bloodshed. I think he would sooner goad someone into a fight than service armor if he could choose to.

The chainmail is lighter than my former protection and it compromised my ability to adapt to footwork and apply strength aptly. Yet, Foe Reaper's in Westfall make for great adversaries on short notice. Nor do the farmers mind when it's one of their devices that are haywire that need cut down for service and re-acquisition.

Having had that experience before I engaged in combat with Adamar on a sleepless night was... exhausting. And there is more I must do to earn my honor and hold true to my oath. But no preparation at all would have likely told volumes in that spar. And instead, I found myself doing a fine dance with Adamar. Ugh... that's right... I will have to talk about dances later.

The exchange of our mock blades were not often, but they happened more than I fell prey to them. Needless to say however, when it comes to shields, I am sorely lacking in strategy and will need to invest further on penetrating such defenses when the need arises. Had it not been for my Lady's intervention to encourage me to carry her will, I might have seen myself out of the spar sooner. Yet, I can't help but wonder if there is still some anger harbored deep in Adamar after that use of spit. Or perhaps his effort to make it even was enough to satiate his former dismay in the way of a 'Wet Willy'. I shudder to know what prompted such a retaliation... Perhaps the evil in the world is not limited to demonstrations of crime, but harmless pranks as well.

But it would seem that I must return the favor of sorts to Adamar upon making my way to Southwatch. According to Lady Sunshield, I am within my right to act with retribution and sour the greaves he treads with. So, I am to make use of mud and... soil that which is a knight's responsibility to keep polished and presentable when representing the House they serve. There is no missing the image of my father rolling in his grave that I am going to enact this sin. But at the very least, it shall be all done afterwards. Or I should hope...

The arrival to the Keep will not be long now in Southwatch. Days have been spent attributing to my belongings and arrangements. Sheryl Fahnestock, a local farmer of Westfall has lent me Dopey, her trusted donkey for several days given that my horse was not available. I have been informed that my horse was borrowed when I was in town and I've yet to see it now.

And did I mention the fellow by the name of Finn Skylark? I'm not going to lie, my initial impression of him was... jaded. Perhaps it was due to the locals of Darkshire or my lack of interactions with him. He always seemed... unamused, disappointed, or... bothered by certain actions. When I gave my knee to Lady Sunshield, I think he questioned why I was so formal. Yet, after several conversations now - I think he is just a bit rough around the edges at first. It takes some continued conversation to get him to acknowledge you have a brain in your skull. I may not be the most gifted magic bearer or scholar, but I can tell when I'm feeling judged. And... recently we have come to a common ground for discussion regarding books and improving one's self. I'm looking forward to reading the books he lent me. In fact... Diary, he wrote one of the books! So this will make for passing the time before bed more enjoyable.

Diary, I know that this is a big passage this time around, and there is so much more I wish to discuss. Yet my hand aches from the handling of my belongings prior to this move. To sum up my next thoughts, there are the Necrolords in Duskwood, the emergence of Nyrsylth and Freya, Grandma Mabel, the Kirin'tor Investigator, Mr. Greer, Ichibod, and more! OH AND THE DANCE! I fret greatly on this dance as such a talent was more of my mother's thing than my own. Father told me I was better off fighting than dancing. Now that I have to do both, I wonder what will come from it.

Soon I will have my own room in Southwatch and the deed with Adamar's boots will commence. Light, if I could commune with you, I would ask that if Adamar gets angry again to please guide him away from exposing the truth of my actions. Until next time, Diary.

@theborderlandcoalition @agilneanrose @valorandvictory @adamarmeadowcroft

[burrichgreer]

"What's it say today?"

@agilneanrose

@theborderlandcoalition

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[missrandomdreamer]

Sleeping

[woolfpdf]

↬ rosemary, 24, he/him

↬ i’m an alter + semi-hiatus

↬ xacademia + literature + vintage soft things

↬ blog abt

[rosemarytrash]

HAPPY ROSEMARY / ROSEMARRIED DAY, MONARCH OF TUMBLR ROSEMARY, WOOHOO!!

oooh i like that title. BUT YES THANK YOU HAPPY ROSEMARRIED DAY

[inseparableduo]

wait i just realized I need to make like,,,, 4 character pages

my brain is fried now but maybe sometime next week i'll drop an oc page abt the head priest idk