#rosey & christine

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• Artwork by The Drawables •

Rosey & Christine 🌹

Friendship Headcanons.

• In this AU. Rosey is ship with Kanato and Christine with Azusa.

• They both met at Ryoutei Academy and are in the same 3rd year class.

• Rosey’s first impression of Christine was not good. Rosey felt a little jealous when she saw Christine. She finds her very pretty and popular. A really cheerleader type of girl in Rosey’s eyes. Rosey is very insecure and that's where her mentality comes from.

• It took them a while to talk to each other and to become friends. It also took them a couple of months to exchange phone numbers.

• Christine talk to Rosey first. Once Rosey got to know Christine better they became friends. Rosey didn't feel jealous of her anymore.

• Both of them are total opposites in Personality and Style.

• Christine constantly has contact with her family. Rosey, on the other hand, is pretty isolated. Not on purpose, people in her life are very busy and can only call maybe once a week.

• Rosey is an Introvert and Christine is an Extrovert.

• Christine has brought out Rosey's Extrovert side on occasions.

• One of their favorite things to do together is going shopping at the mall.

• Rosey helps Christine pick out clothes. Though sometimes Christine’s outfit choices give Rosey a heart attack. Since Christine likes to show a lot of skin.

• Once a week Christine and Rosey will go together to a Bar and Grill to drink wine and eat delicious food. They also have long girl-talk conversations.

• There have been a few occasions when they both have gotten drunk together. 🥂

• Rosey likes to help Christine with her chores when she visits her at the Mukamis Mansion.

• Sometimes they go on double dates with their boyfriends. It always ends up in chaos.

• At the beginning of Rosey and Christine’s friendship, both Kanato and Azusa got jealous of their friendship since they want all the attention on them from their girlfriends. Eventually, over time, they got used to the girl's friendship.

• Kanato and Christine hate each other. They argued a lot. There have been occasions when he seriously wanted to kill Christine.

• Kanato will definitely force Rosey to shower after visiting Christine at the Mukamis. Since he hates Christine's floral scent. It makes him sneeze.

• The only thing Kanato likes about Christine is her baking skills.

• Rosey and Azusa get along and haven't had any issues between them.

• When Rosey and Christine got married. They were each other's maid of honor.

• Both weddings were huge for both of them.

• When it came to the wedding planning, both Rosey and Christine helped each other a lot.

• Rosey became Bridezilla on the nights that Christine couldn't be there.

• On the nights that Christine is helping Rosey with her wedding, she will always calm her down when she is feeling stressed out.

• They both help each other pick out dresses.

• Rosey helps Christine with the design of Christine’s wedding cake.

• Christine bakes Rosey and Kanato’s wedding cake.

• Both care for each other and plan to stay besties for many years to come. 💗

Rosey belongs to @bluerosethornrp

Rosey Admin and I plan these headcanons and the artwork pose together.

[blogcancercero]

Sonichu 11: Página 8

La viñeta de la parte inferior muestra otra vez la casa de Sonichu, estando esta vez dibujada de 0 y sin usar edición por computadora. Cerah y Robbie: ¡Sí! Sonido: aplauso aplauso aplauso aplauso aplauso aplauso Rosechu: Has recitado perfectamente y demostraste mucha emoción, bravo. Christine Rosey: Estoy agradecida y encantada. Nota: Una hora más tarde… Sonichu: Hola cariño, estoy en casa…

[aimlovesmusic]

Name: cyan

Age:18

Bday: autumn

Gender: male

Personality: cheeky, arrogant, lazy

Nicknames:blue, mini christi

Sexuality: gay

Speices: incubus / aquarian

Family: christine, tam, mackenzie (moms)

bff: Josh

crush:

least fav person:

Powers/abilities: consuming souls, floating and shapeshifting

Voice: edric from owl house

Appearance: teal to blue hair with dark sky blue tips and ticks in bangs. pale skin with rosey freckles and teal eyes

Bonus: no additional info available

[maladjusted-nerd]

Starsky and Hutch’s Girlfriends (and Their Hair Color)

[PBS announcer voice] This post is brought to you by the time I was reading The Ollie Report for Bounty Hunter and came across the memorable line: “Again, Starsky is drawn to the dark-haired girl, Hutch to the blonde. Exogamists they are not.”

These are the two ladies in question, respectively:

I thought of this quote a lot as I continued watching the show, because it was quite often relevant. But then I got to Starsky’s Lady, and suddenly Hutch’s date wasn’t a blonde! I began to wonder about the quote, and the truth of the sentiment behind it (which is by no means specific to that one blog). Did Hutch really tend to go for the blondes, and Starsky for the dark-haired women?

So like any sane person, I decided to spend a billion hours of my life making a long-ass photo-heavy meta post that hopefully someone will care about. If anyone actually finds this information interesting or useful I will be happy, buuut I guess if nothing else it gives us an excuse to look at a bunch of pretty ladies.

How did I decided who’s here: I started with the list of women from the Canon Compendium’s Girlfriends and Dates page, added anyone whom I felt the boys made a “concerted effort” to flirt with, and then threw out a few people I didn’t think belonged. I tried my hardest to be objective, but making this list was by no means an exact science and several times it really just boiled down to “do I personally believe she should be on here” so like people will have different opinions on that and it’s fine! Spice of life or whatever.

As for the actual contents of the list: I will state each woman’s name and the episode she’s in. (If she doesn’t have a name she’s listed as Jane Doe. This is a cop show, after all.) I will state her hair color-- for Reasons and also My Sanity the only options are “blonde” or “darkhaired” (not blonde), but hair color is fucking weird and sometimes it was a guess so feel free to think otherwise. I will also state the reason that she’s here, aka the nature of her relationship with Hutch or Starsky (or both)-- so spoiler warning for pretty much everything, I guess.

Also fair warning that sometimes I was too lazy to get a good picture, or it was just actually impossible (newsflash: discos have bad lighting). Rip to any women I may have made look bad, you’re all beautiful queens and I love you.

Pre-Show

Vanessa (Hutchinson Murder One)- Darkhaired. Hutch’s late ex-wife and all-around terrible person.

Laura Kanen (Deckwatch)- Blonde. Hutch’s ex-girlfriend.

Helen Davidson (Lady Blue)- Blonde. Starsky’s late ex-girlfriend.

Kathy Marshall (Fatal Charm)- Darkhaired. A stewardess friend of theirs; it’s never said she’s an ex BUT she kisses Hutch square on the mouth in greeting and is Starsky’s date for dinner/disco. And she dances with both of them. Good enough for me!

Season 1

Hutch

Jeannie Walton (The Fix)- Blonde. His girlfriend at the start of the episode but not by the end! (Rip king)

Molly (Pariah)- Darkhaired. Stewardess friend/one-night stand? Something like that. Also his date at the end.

Jane Doe (Deadly Imposter)- Blonde. His date at the party.

Abigail Crabtree (Deadly Imposter to Vendetta)- Blonde. The only girlfriend we see in several episodes!! (The only girlfriend that lasts several episodes, whoops.)

Starsky

Jane Doe (Pariah)- Blonde. His date at the end.

Jane Doe (Deadly Imposter)- Darkhaired. His date at the party.

Amy (The Hostages)- Darkhaired. She works at a café that he’s going to for a second time, to let her know he’s ~available.

Sharman Crane (Running)- Darkhaired. They had a semester of woodshop together in junior high and then they kind of fall in love while he’s helping her dry out.

Season 2

Hutch

Abby (Deadly Imposter to Vendetta)- Still blonde. Miraculously still his girlfriend. (Until she isn’t.)

Gillian Ingram (Gillian)- Blonde. His now-late girlfriend who fucking deserved better.

Jane Doe (Gillian)- Blonde. Lady at the bowling alley that Starsky discreetly tries to set him up with.

Christine (Starsky’s Lady)- Darkhaired. His date of the episode.

Starsky

Vicky (The Las Vegas Strangler)- Darkhaired. They don’t really get a chance to go on an official date but they kiss a bunch and he’s really sweet on her and it’s cute.

Andrea (Vendetta)- Darkhaired. His picnic date.

Nancy Rogers (Gillian)- Darkhaired. His bowling date.

Terry Roberts (Starsky’s Lady)- Darkhaired. His now-late girlfriend who, like Gillian, also fucking deserved better.

Laura Stevens (The Velvet Jungle)- Blonde. They’re on a date at the end, but it should also be noted they meet when she accidentally knocks him into a dumpster. You know, like the start of any good romance.

Sharon Freemont (Starsky and Hutch Are Guilty)- Blonde. His evil lawyer girlfriend. (Not that he knows she’s evil.)

Both

Jane and Bobette (The Vampire)- Jane is the blonde on the right, Bobette is the darker blonde on the left. Starsky and Hutch mix up their names so it’s hard to tell which girl they actually like better, and also they’re twins so like does it even really matter?

Officer Sally Hagen (The Specialist)- Darkhaired. Starsky kisses up her arm in her first scene (someone please file a workplace harassment suit against him), and then at the end he and Hutch keep wrapping their arms around her waist. But she does get to flip both of them over her shoulder, so it kinda evens out.

Season 3

Hutch

Dianna Harmon (Fatal Charm)- Darkhaired. His possessive, violent nurse girlfriend. (You can really pick ‘em, Hutchinson.)

Dr. Judith Kaufman (The Plague)- Darkhaired. He tries so hard, but twas not meant to be.

Molly Bristol (The Collector)- Darkhaired. His girlfriend du jour.

Anna Akhanatova (A Body Worth Guarding)- Blonde. He’s technically her bodyguard and then they spend like two whole days making out. Good for them.

Mary (Class in Crime)- Blonde. His fishing date.

Starsky

Jane Doe (Murder on Playboy Island)- Darkhaired. Undercover agent he flirts with at the bar.

Rosey Malone (I Love You Rosey Malone)- Blonde. The entire plot revolves around him falling in love with her and it really doesn’t end well.

Jane Doe (The Collector)- Darkhaired. His date at their late-night deli party. (Bonus Starsky in the picture, hi Starsky!)

Sharon Carstairs (The Heavyweight)- Blonde. Their canoodling on his couch gets interrupted by Important Case Matters, and she winds up getting re-engaged to her ex-fiancé (ex-ex-fiancé?). Rip to a king.

Rachel (Class in Crime)- Darkhaired. His fishing date.

Caitlin (Class in Crime)- Her hair almost has a red tint but it’s otherwise undefinable. Car saleslady/one-night stand.

K.C. McBride (Quadromania)- Blonde. They have a nice taxi date (although he’s been sleep deprived all episode, poor boy, and falls asleep).

Both

Christine Phelps (The Heroes)- Blonde. She makes them lose all their braincells, it’s painful to witness. This episode hopes you will forget the actress was Gillian last season.

Julie McDermott (The Action)- Blonde. Starsky wins the kerfuffle for her but Hutch definitely makes a good go of it.

Lisa Kendricks (Foxy Lady)- Blonde. They drool and fight over her for half an episode like they did with Christine and it’s embarrassing.

Season 4

Hutch

Paula (Photo Finish)- Darkhaired. He’s like her date at the party, and also the end.

Kate Larrabee (Cover Girl)- Darkhaired. An old friend of his. It starts out just as a comfort thing but they quickly become very friendly.

Marlene (Starsky’s Brother)- Darkhaired. Starsky steals her from Nicky as a Big Brother Power Move but Hutch winds up with her at the bar.

Marianne Owens (Ballad for a Blue Lady)- Darkhaired. I don’t really know what’s going on here but there’s Something (and there’s a lot of parallels with Rosey Malone, so).

Starsky

Sergeant Lizzie Thorpe (Discomania)- Blonde. Technically Hutch talks with her more, but Starsky does most of the flirting.

Jane Doe (Discomania)- Darkhaired. He spends literally five minutes dancing with her. Is it relevant to the case? No. Does he care? Also no.

Emily Harrison (Blindfold)- Darkhaired. He accidentally blinds her during a case so he starts hanging out with her out of guilt but I feel like he also kinda falls in love; they kiss at one point anyway.

Marcie Fletcher (Photo Finish)- Blonde. His photographer girlfriend.

Officer Dee O’Reilly (Strange Justice)- Blonde. His meter maid girlfriend. They have a date at the end!

Jane Doe (Dandruff)- Darkhaired. He’s making out with her at the beginning.

Detective Joan Meredith (Black and Blue)- Darkhaired. It’s Heavily implied they slept together. (Side note love u Meredith!)

Melinda Rogers (The Groupie)- Blonde. He has a date with her at the end. (Yeah she slept with Hutch, but he was undercover and proceeds to lowkey rebuff her in the tag, so I’m not counting it.)

Katie (Starsky’s Brother)- Blonde. His date at the nightclub.

Both

Allison May/Laura Anderson (Targets Without a Badge parts 2 & 3)- Darkhaired. They both try to court her before Starsky realizes she’s his childhood friend (although they do make another go of it in the tag).

Kira (Starsky vs Hutch)- Blonde. Starsky’s girlfriend, although she says she’s also in love with Hutch so then they sleep together which Starsky is NOT thrilled about and it’s a very ugly mess.

Totals:

Hutch:

Pre-show: 3 (1 blonde, 2 dark)   Season 1: 4 (3 blonde, 1 dark)   Season 2: 6 (4 blonde, 2 dark)   Season 3: 8 (5 blonde, 3 dark)   Season 4: 6 (1 blonde, 5 dark) Overall: 26 (13 blonde, 13 dark)

(If the math looks weird, it’s cause Abigail counts for both seasons she’s in but only once overall.)

Starsky:

Pre-show: 2 (1 blonde, 1 dark)   Season 1: 4 (1 blonde, 3 dark)   Season 2: 8 (3 blonde, 5 dark)   Season 3: 10 (6 blonde, 3 dark, 1 ??)   Season 4: 11 (6 blonde, 5 dark) Overall: 35 (17 blonde, 17 dark, 1 ??)

(Thirty-five?? Calm the fuck down, Starsky.)

  In conclusion:

“Exogamists, they are not” might have been true back at the end of season 1 when it was said, but it’s certainly not true by season 4/the end of the series. Hutch now seems to favor dark-haired women, and Starsky’s about half and half, although they both wind up with an equal split overall.

Do with that information what you will; I’m outta here.

[headcanon-cafe]

DangerousFellows: If they had kids

This is after the whole apocalypse.

Lawrence

Lawrence would have two kids, twins. The girl would probably be named Anastasia, Lawrence chose, and take after you a lot other than she gets obsessed with stuff easily, like Lawrence. Definitely a daddy's girl though.

And the boy would be names Micheal, chosen by you, he takes after Lawrence in looks but in personality he's definitely his own person. Nothing like either of you. He's mommy's little helper with everything and him and his father fight more often than not.

Ethan

He would have five. (I know that's a lot but I grew up being the oldest of five and I feel like he would too.) Four boys and one girl, the girl being the youngest.

The oldest is Eric, name chosen by Ethan. Eric, of course, is very athletic. If he's not at a sports practice or game he's working out or working on stamina. And if he's not being active he's eating, unlike his father instead of sleeping to get energy, which he still does, Eric eats. He'll cary a backpack full of food no matter where he goes and he definitely orders the most amount of food out of all of you.

Exactly 11 months younger is Grayson. A name chosen by the one and only (Y/n) after a character, you only call him Grayson if he's in trouble if not it's Gray. Gray is you little bean, unlike his brother or father he prefers to spend his time learning new fashion trends and makeup styles. The one thing he treasures the most is his beautiful long dark blue hair. But he does have a habit of asking himself questions and then 2 seconds later answering it. "What's today?? The 13th" or "What's for dinner again?? Potato casserole."

A year and a half later Julian was born. A name chosen by his father. Although Julian loves sports to death and everything about it he'd much rather keep to himself. Other than his best friend and family he thinks people are a waste of space. He's been kinda in a long term 'emo' stage type thing. So he'll only play sports if it's with his brothers.

Adam was born 2 years after that. Name picked out by Ethan. He's a little ball of energy if he's not playing sports he's talking everyone's ears off. He has to be doing something productive or energy consuming or else he will purposely break something to get your attention. Not a bad kid just needs jobs or attention. He only gets like 5 hours a sleep and apparently that's all he needs to be full of three days worth of energy.

5 years later, you unexpectedly got pregnant again only this time with a girl. Her name is Joyce name picked out by you, after months of arguing. Not only is she daddy's little princess she's also all the boys pride and joy. NO ONE FUCKS WITH HER. She's the sweetest and most innocent thing in the world, thanks to all the guys. You feel really bad for her and do what you can but for the most part she has NO privacy. She can't get on the Internet unless someone's watching her. Ethan has the track thing on her phone. The only reason she has a phone is because at 13 he got scared that something would happen and there's an open door policy just for her. Of course Ethan swaddles her in every way but you mostly think it's in necessary. Although she is as much as a weeb as you do that how you guys bond. ANIME BINGE WATCHING!! But there isnt much you can do to convince Ethan until she’s about 15-16 and you got pissed at his helicoptering.

Harry

One beautiful little girl named Primrose. Although you call her Rosey. The tallest Rosey gets is 5'1 and is very petite. She hates getting dirty and all animals but she never throws a fit she'd rather suffer in silence. She loves plants and cartoons and she always does what she told and never argues back. The only thing the could make her cry is if you and Harry got hurt, you two arguing or someone yelling at her. She's the light in both of yours and Harry's life.

Zion

This red ball of flames ended up with three of the monsters. Trust me, raising three munchkins that came from Zion is nothing easy!

You had the Twins, first their is Charlie(the older twin), picked out by Zion. Charlie is a exact replica of Zion personality and is exactly what Zion would look like as a girl. Personality wise she more, let's say, rebellious. By the time she was 13 she was already kicked out of two different schools and suspended nine different times. Each time more creative than the last. She's super smart and even smart when it comes to street smarts. Between her and her brother she's the one that protects him. Charlie knows everyone and most know, don't get on her bad side. Her motto is "Charlie’s the name, and tortures my game!"

Then we have Marcel (younger twin and name again picked out by Zion), looks exactly like Zion but his personality is totally different from his. Marcel is quiet, shy, prefers to stay in the house all day. If he's not reading, playing video games or watching tv he's most likely asleep. Super smart but goes out of his way to avoid people. Super sweet though and although he goes out of his way to avoid people he isn’t scared to stand up for himself and what he believes in. Will even gonna as far as to go to protest.

6 years later Josephine (name picked out by you) as born. Although she likes to go out and fo stuff. Whether I'd be skateboarding, movie theaters or maybe even hiking.she prefers to only stay with family and her best friend Micheal (imaginary friend). So although she wants to do everything the world has to offer she'd much rather do it with as little to no people.

Eugene

One little ball of light name Christine. Christine of course is daddy's little princess and he shall protect with all his life. From day one he was scared of being a bad father and spoilt her to death. No matter how old she gets what's going on and even if she's being a perfect little angle he's worried he's always gonna be a bad father and not give her the support she needs. Even though she's always gotten everything things she's ever asked for. And even though that seems really spoilt she's never thrown a fit and has never gotten in trouble at anyone's else's house. She's your little artist, way better than Eugene at almost everything by the age of 10. Although she was very creative she isn't very book smart. But hey neither is Eugene. Cutest thing ever though

[crestfalien]

Gifts for Christine

20 September 2022

It was finally the day that Clayton and Fransesca agreed on to talk about the matters regarding Christine’s high school plans and also to announce the one thing the she has always wanted to have, a younger sibling who she will play with, as what she stated as her reason on why she always wanted to have one after those years being all alone, only with her mother.

Somehow, it wasn’t a big deal but Fransesca became very nervous about announcing the matter to her own daughter, who’s also super close to her as if they’re not only mother and daughter, but also best friends. Or at least, that’s what Clayton and some said when they saw the two together, side by side. The exact splitting image matches each other really well. No fight and so on ever happened; they’re always happy!

“What do you think about it, Clayton? Are you sure that Christine will accept the idea of the second semester instead of moving now?” asked Fransesca, worried that her daughter might become angry over the thing. “Darling, you’re the one who’s not ready to let her go this year. Sending her on the second term became the only choice.” he responded.

“Uh, right!”

Still, she hated the idea of sending her own daughter away to another continent with no one by her side. She did it because she knew that it’s for her future and she wanted to give her the full support that she needed towards the successful future that Christine has been planning for years already.

“Relax, sweetheart. Everything’s gonna be okay. Nothing big will happen. You know how your daughter is! She’s the exact splitting image of a Fransesca Adelaidine Rhee, her own mother who often become selfless and willing to accept anything, sometimes, stupidly.” Clayton tried to assure her but the woman turned her head quickly at him, scolding the man. “Clayton Nicholas Kingsley!”

“Okay, I went too far but it’s all true, darling. Everything that I said about you and our daughter. She’s not that type of child who’ll vent her anger like other kids, messing with things that she knew she wasn’t supposed to do, touch, use, or handle. Christine is a very calm and wonderful daughter. Everyone loves her!” he added, The two then continued their bicker until the young lady of the house sat herself in front of her, on the opposite side of the sofa they’re currently sitting on.

“Mommy,” she smiled at her mother. “Daddy,” she then smiled at her father. “What’s wrong? I’ve never seen both of you bickering like a teenage couple? Why do you call me here?” asked Christine, breaking away the stuff the old couple was talking about.

Clayton cleared the throat as he threw the responsibility of announcing the plan to Fransesca, fully. Surely the woman turned her head at him and bent her brows, as if she’s trying to ask for help from her husband but Clayton acted as if he didn’t see and didn’t want to help her. Joking around just like usual until again, Fransesca hit him on the arm.

“Aw! That hurts, sweetheart.” Clayton said as he turned his head at Fransesca once again, shutting his lips soon after when he saw that deadly stare from her eyes. He knew that he should’ve taken care of the matter today soon after. That was his call. He awkwardly laughed before he changed his attention to his little daughter in front of him.

Shit, I’m dead already in front of her. I need to apologize again to Fransesca. Again, he cleared the throat but this now in a more serious manner.

“So, about your high school request to a boarding school in Switzerland. La Rosey,” Clayton opened up the discussion regarding the topic with her daughter. “I and your mother discussed the matter carefully because again, we want only the best for you and it’s not cheap to study there. It’s a far away land where you’ve never been to and in fact you’ve never traveled outside Singapore but Indonesia, where your grandmother was. The difference in the lifestyle, environment, the climate, weather, season, and so on…” he sighed.

“Your mother finally agreed on sending you to that school but… we will send you in the second term of your tenth grade. She wanted us, the three of us, to travel to Switzerland first and visit the school. To learn more about the school directly, not only from what others said and from the articles on the internet. She wanted to learn more about the curriculum, facilities, how the system of the school actually works, and so on. Remember, your mother and I, is and was a professor, so we wanted to make sure things are just as you planned and as we had in mind.”

The expression on Christine’s face brightened up as she heard about the exciting news that her father just told her. She couldn’t hold back her excitement when she heard that she’s not allowed to study there and they’ll have a trip to Switzerland and to the school itself. For sure, it’s like a dream comes true for the young lady of the Kingsley house.

“Thank you, mommy! Thank you, daddy! So, are we going to travel to Switzerland soon? This year?” Christine asked in excitement, jumping up and down on the sofa. Fransesca nodded her head. “But, if mommy or daddy found that the school wasn’t suitable for you and your future plans, you’ll study in Nanyang All Girls High School like your first term until you graduate, okay?” she finally said something to her own daughter.

Fransesca nodded her head as she agreed on what her mother just told her. Again, she knew that the visit was to reassure them that the school was good enough for her and to let them and her know about everything in Switzerland and all the things around it.

If that’s what makes you happy, then I’m happy as well, Christine.

“Oh, one thing, Catharina Christine Clementine Kingsley!” she reminded her daughter about the most important thing above all. Her daughter quickly tensed up once again. “If you end up studying there, you need to focus on your studies only. I don’t expect straight As or whatsoever, but I want you to take things more seriously. You ask for it, you need to be responsible for it as well. I don’t doubt your smart sexy brain, no, not at all. I just want to remind you that your education is super important. The top list of your priorities now, okay?” Fransesca said.

“We also have another special announcement for you.” Clayton said as he smiled brightly at his daughter. Again, Christine was left confused about the other announcement. She became curious as well with the kind of announcement that her parents would make in front of her.

“What is it, daddy?” asked Christine, curiously. Fransesca smiled slightly as she shook her head, realizing how cheeky her husband was now. She rubbed her stomach in reflex and sighed. “Christine, you got what you’ve always wanted. Mommy is expecting a baby early next year.” she broke the news to her daughter. Christine, as soon as she heard the news, immediately jumped from the couch and looked at her mother in another level of excitement.

“You do? You are pregnant?”

Fransesca nodded her head. “That will explain why your mommy keeps on feeling unwell these days and all the things that happened when we tried to talk about the matter that day.” Clayton explained to his daughter. “How long has it been, mommy?” asked Christine.

“Fourteen weeks if I’m not mistaken.” “Is that the reason why you always wear loose dresses these days instead of those blazers, blouses, skirts, and so on?”

“Guilty.”

“Oh, mommy!” Christine cried in joy and hugged her mother as tight as she could. Fransesca laughed when Christine did so and returned her hug while she patted her back gently. “You’ll be a sister now. Mommy is having some severe morning sickness these days so I’ll certainly need some help with several things. Help me, okay?” Fransesca said to her daughter, which Christine surely replied with nods. “Yes, I’ll help mommy with everything that you need, everyday, all the time, anywhere and any time.” Christine responded.

“So what grandpa asked me turns out to be true. How can grandpa know about your pregnancy already, mommy?”

The question that slipped from her lips became something that shocked her parents. They stop smiling and laughing as they turned their heads at the young girl, who now realized that she slipped something that she shouldn’t, as per what her grandpa asked her— to hide their meeting until all settled already.

“You’ve met him already?” Fransesca asked. “What did you do? What did he do? Are you alright, darling?” Clayton quickly asked as Fransesca was still left in shock, unable to ask any kind of questions to the young girl. She had no choice but to answer the question honestly. Besides, lying wasn’t really her thing. She’s a bad liar and soon her parents will find out about it as well.

Christine could see how her mother became super concerned towards her now. She worried about her but Christine assured her with a smile on her face. A big smile to tell her that she’s okay. Christine knew that her father’s question must’ve been the representation of her mother’s thoughts. They feared that Anderson would do something bad or threatened her in any way, but the smile proved them otherwise.

“No, mommy. No, daddy. I’m okay. He did nothing. He apologized for the years when he abandoned and disowned me and you, mom. He felt guilty for all the things he did to us. He wanted to meet you but he’s still unsure if you’ll welcome him back.”

“Why would he think that way…? Yes, of course I’ll welcome him back. He’s my father, your grandfather! When did you meet and talk to him?” Fransesca replied, now in tears. Clayton wrapped his arm around her and patted her gently on the arm to calm the woman down from the shock.

“When I went out with my friends at malls on Orchard.”

Clayton and Fransesca looked at each other, as her eyes were already filled with tears. He pulled some tissue and wiper Fransesca’s tears away before she cried loud in his hug. Clayton tried to calm Fransesca down first. He winked to gestured Christine to leave them alone and she did. Now, only the two of them left as Fransesca cried her heart out.

This was something unexpected.

END OF GIFTS FOR CHRISTINE.

[cwcsonichu]

BONUS: You’re Hurting a Trans-Someone Either Way. One Hurts Rosey; One Hurts Me. Win-Win for ALL Trolls!

[wandering-child-rp]

Erik was too busy chanting to himself internally to “run away before it’s too awkward to ever live again” than to see the playful smirk on rosey lips. He couldn’t bring himself to even consider Christine bringing up the mistletoe for any other reason but to tease him. Why did he even think this would be a good idea? Look at her, and he did, then look at him. He was a monster and Christine daaé was the loviest woman in all of Europe.

“I believe the tradition is in fact…” Dipping slightly at the waist, Erik pressed the softest of kisses to Christine’s cheek before he even realised. The world seemed to slow and it seemed impossible to run away now as his mouth bumped her warm cheek. “Tradition is important.”

“A lot of mistletoe seems to conveniently appear when I’m with you.” Christine grinned as she stood beside Erik, noticing that this was the third time she had seen sprigs of mistletoe in doorframes that day. ~ Lovely-Lotte

Erik turned the corners of his lips downwards, pouting as he looked to the mistletoe as if he genuinely had no clue to how it had gotten there.

“I couldn’t say to its convenience, Miss Daaé. I believe it’s simply a traditional decoration for the festive season. Just as traditional as giving one flowers post performance.” Erik’s long fingers tapped on his arm as he tried desperately to remain completely neutral to the situation. He’d been caught but he could not blush. If Christine wished to kiss him, then she could regardless of little sprigs.

[seaoflove07]

Fan Fiction Masterlist.

“… Rose, even if… I burn for this love… I will never… let you go...”

• Artwork by The Drawables •

Full artwork, Here.

🌹 Oc x Canon. 🔪 Oc Introduction, Here.

I edit some of my old fictions and some end up deleted. I plan on writing more so I wanted to put everything here to be more organized.

Azusa and Christine’s Story:

~ Story Description.

~ Love Planted a Rose. 🌹

Fluff and Romantic:

~ You are just like this rose.

~ Arcade Date.

~ Hot Springs.

~ Ballroom Event.

~ Prompt 6: Kiss.

~ Be my Valentine.

~ Prompt 30: Sweet Moment.

Poems:

~ On this Christmas Night.

~ The Moon was our Witness.

~ Midnight Sea.

~ The Bloody Knife & Rose.

NSFW:

~ Their Deep Waters.

~ Cravings in the Dawn.

~ Happy Birthday, Azusa.

Special Events:

By @yuriko-mukami Written by @afi-writes

~ Yuriko’s Beach Diary.

~ Yule with the Mukami’s.

~ Shopping Tour.

Headcanons:

~ Christine & Ari Friendship.

~ Rosey & Christine Friendship.

• Artwork by Kkirisakiss •

[miobambiino]

‘Vertigo’ Chapter II

They’d all passed out asleep on the sofas, Tony realised when he woke up. Looking over the scene of the room, he noted the sun was barely poking over the horizon, dipping New York in a rosey haze. It felt oddly serene, the sight of birds flittering across the skyline, the subway tunnels already brimming with eager business employees - the hum of life through the body of the city.

It was pushing 4am. Tony frowned, confused. He was often awake this early, but only if he hadn’t gone to sleep yet.

“Sir,” chimed FRIDAY’s voice. Though made up of an electrical hum, he noted a hint of reservation in her voice. The A.I. sounded, well - sad.

His phone lit up from under his leg, where Steve currently rested his head - his eyelashes sweeping over his cheeks, which were so relaxed - not being chewed from the inside with nerves like when he was awake - and gently flushed pink with sleep. Tony plucked his phone out gently, and noted the news repot FRIDAY had sent directly to him.

Genetically-Engineered Teen Threatens To Jump From Apartment Building In Bronx!

Coverage brought to you live from Christine Everhart.

Tony’s heart jumped worse than it had when being poisoned with palladium, pulsating and sending ice through his veins. Tony slowly got up from under Steve and stepped over the others, his movements tense, as if too much movement might upset what was going down in the Bronx.

Estelle.

-

Tony arrived at the situation, landing his suit opposite the news reporter van Chritine’s team were pulling equipment out of. He steeped out the armour as it unfurled around him, storming up to the blonde.

“Tony, how unlike you-“

“Don’t. Just,” he looked up onto the building, seeing the small frame of a girl shaking as her legs dangled over the ledge of the building. It was ten stories high - and S.H.I.E.L.D. had given her an antidote for the serum in her body. If she dropped, she’d die.

Christine screwed her lips up, before sighing in what looked like defeat. Even she has her limits, then.

“Police haven’t arrived on scene yet. My team and I were here first, she sent a vague goodbye post from her social media - her locations were on, so,” she gestured vaguely at the building.

Tony scowled at her, barely surprising the urge to snap. She quickly picked up on this.

“We called the police on the way, don’t worry Tony”.

Tony was about to head towards his armour before Christine actually stopped him with a firm hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t.” Was all she said. “There detective here - see the brunette in the purple tie, yeah, him - he lives round here, came as soon as he heard. Said any attempt to just grab her would only increase the chance she’ll jump or something-”

Tony was already jogging over to the detective before she finished her sentence.

“Mr Stark,” he seemed mildly surprised, but more concerned with the issue that was currently hanging over the ledge of a building.

“Listen, I’ve talked a lot’a people down before - I had training n’all - but,” he rubbed a hand over his face, “I ain’t never heard of any case like this. I got no words of wisdom or experience that’ll even come close to what that poor girl’s been through, geez…”

He turned, eyeing Tony over for a moment. “But you-“ Tony’s head snapped back to the detective.

“You dealt with this - this extremis thing before, right? Back in Tennessee, wasn’t it? Few years back. You could.”

“Yeah, yeah I could,” Tony nodded, “Christine- uh, reporter back there, she said you said trying to physically get her would be worse?”

The detective nodded, sighing heavily while squeezing his eyes shut, and his lips set in a firm line.

“Yeah - its, better for her mental health if she makes the decision to come down herself - or she could act out, just be more determined to do it again. Probably won’t tweet her goodbyes either, just to make sure next time she sees it through”.

Tony swallowed around the large lump forming in his throat, and headed to the stairs of the vacant building, briefly alerting FRIDAY of the situation. A beat later, Wanda’s voice was patched through.

“Tony, the girl- is she-?”

“She’s okay for now.” He jumped two steps at a time, voice growing more frantic.

“We’re coming now.”

Tony pocketed his phone and stopped to catch his breath at the top of the stairwell. Two steel red doors were facing him, and he slowly pushed one open, not wanting to startle Estelle.

The girls dark, curly hair whipped around her face, her plump bottom lip trembling with tears. Her arms vibrated with fear but at the same time utter want to just find the strength to jump - Tony knew, he understood.

“Estelle,” 

She gasped at the sudden voice behind her, and Tony darted forward before realising she was okay, she hadn’t moved - for now.

“Estelle hey, hey sweetheart,” his voice was gentle, but strong - something assuring she could focus on, rather than the cold slab of concrete ten stories down.

“Don’t!” She yelped, gasping around another sob, “Don’t - Don’t touch me, I’ll fucking jump I swear to - to God I’ll jump-!”

“Okay, okay, look at me, I’m not touching you, I’m just,” Tony made his way to the edge of the building, throwing one leg over the edge a few feet away from her, and straddling the wall of the ledge cautiously.

“What- What’re you doin’? No, go’way - I need,” she look a few deep breaths in, steadying her voice. “I know what I want - what I need t’do.”

Tony’s hair blew over his eyes, he shook his head back to clear his vision, slumping back in a sitting position. He was distantly aware of just how cold it was and - ah, thats why. He was still in the attire he slept in - socks and all.

“I’m just sitting here, just like you - okay?” He fixed his eyes on her, determined not to look away for even an instant.

“Listen, hey honey - listen to me, I know what you’re going through-“

She laughed bitterly, choking when another sob bubbled up from her throat.

“You don’t know! You have no idea, Iron Man.” She was yelling at him now, her delicate hands trembling, but fisted tightly.

“Rich white-boy living the high-life in Manhatten! I know how you were, how you are now! You got everything - everything - given to you on a silver platter! You’d never - never - have to do this,” she gestured around her, “My mom, her shop is all we have - you’ve had everything, you never had to give yourself because its’all you had!”

Tony felt at a loss of what to say, before speaking up, softer.

“You’re right. But there is one thing we have in common, sweetheart. Well - two, really, I’ve dealt with extremis too, not the same way as you, but to people I love. And I’ve had - had things done to me I didn’t want done,” she eyed the centre of his chest, its soft blue glow shining through his chest. The press knew, because of course they’d found out - then so did the rest of the world.

“And, Estelle, yes, I’m privileged, so I can never understand - never will understand - your exact circumstances. But I’ve been just like you before, sweetheart, dangling over the edge of a building ready to just let go,”

She looked at him then, really looked at him, and remained pointedly silent as if to say, go on.

“Because, holy fuck, isn’t it just easier?” he huffed a laugh, though it was empty, “To make it stop, just all of it, all over in the blink of an eye,” his own vice shook with the weight of remembrance of his nineteen-year-old self, “but, I never could.”

“Why would you want to kill yourself?” she said after a long pause.

“Would you believe me if I said ‘Daddy Issues’?” 

She laughed despite herself, before making a painful noise from the back of her throat, spluttering over another sob.

“I couldn’t do it though. He, he hurt me in so many ways that I - I’m still remembering things today, things I tried to push out,” he leaned toward her, insistent, “but I thought of my mother. I loved her, and I hated myself at the thought at leaving her to the mercy of him.” Tony felt a prick in the corner of his eyes, “I know you’d do anything for your mother too, and I bet, like mine, her baby is the only thing in this world she wants more than anything.”

Estelle’s crying began anew. Lifting her head with a loud sniff, she flicked her gaze at Tony.

“How did you deal with it, then? Just learned to live with it and - and it was, what, fine? I killed-” She looked as though she was about to throw up, instead retching up a choked-off gag.

“-I killed my best friends! How - how am I supposed to live with myself? I can’t-“ she was hyperventilating now, gasping for air, “I can’t walk down the street, go to church, where their mothers go. I took away their children, when I see their faces - its too much, oh god,” she groaned agonisingly, and clenching her fists together, she jerked her body forward.

“No!” Tony lunged towards her, but she was still sat, legs swinging over the ledge. She tried to will herself, but her body refused.

“How did you cope, Iron Man?” she asked rather snidely, but her voice was hollow, eating her up from the inside. “And don’t you dare try and tell me therapy, don’t you try and shit me like that - I’ve seen you on the news, throwing yourself into - into aliens and-“ she cut herself short, “You’re still not coping. But how’re you still going?”

Tony felt a twist in his gut, aching to spill some bullshit about finding comfort in friends, but couldn’t do it. He couldn’t bring himself to lie.

“Cocaine,” he said, unnaturally calmly - he’d made peace with those mistakes.

That seemed to catch her interest, judging by the way she had to stop herself from peeling her gaze off the growing crowd below her. Tony gave a small, sad smile. “I don’t recommend it - I ended up doing exactly what I hated the most,” he worried his lip nervously, “I made my mom cry”.

“I did it non-stop until I was twenty-one”.

Before Estelle could ask what changed, he spoke up again.

“They were killed. My dad, shot - clean through the head while driving. Barne- the assailant walked up to the car - it was totalled against a tree, I think,” he didn’t think, he knew like it was burned into his eyes, “and he snapped my mother’s neck.”

There was a long pause.

“I didn’t have to fear Howa- my father, anymore. My mother was, well, I couldn’t worry about her anymore.”

Tony’s eyed pleaded with hers. “Your mom, you still have her to worry about.”

Estelle shook before sobbing uncontrollably, a stream of tears trailing down her cheeks.

“She doesn’t blame you. Samuel Figuero, Daphnie Anicah, they wouldn’t blame you. Their mother’s don’t. I don’t.” Tony swung his other leg back over so settle it back on the rooftop with his other foot - never once looking away from Estelle. “Hyrda does bad things to good people - please, sweetheart, don’t let them do it to you again, more than they already have,”

Estelle cried silently, clutching her heart as Tony stepped towards her tentatively.

“I- I want to see my- see my mom…”

Tony was pulling her into his arms before she’d finished speaking, whispering gentle reassurances into her hair as she tightened her grip around his shoulders, shaking violently.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay, you’re okay - I’ve got you, I’ve got you…”

-

There was a collective sigh of relief, and a few tears, when the girl threw herself into Tony’s arms, and they were no longer looming over the edge.

They were dressed down in civies, their usual hoods in place, a good distance infant of the police barricade. The Police had managed to steer off most people, and now Estelle was safe, they became more insistent that the crowds leave. That applied double to the news crews.

“Officer, you can’t force us to leave! We’re protected by the constitution under the first amendment, it’s the press’ right-!“

“Move.”

Bucky and Thor stared down the eager reporters with matching glares Natasha would be proud of. Bucky hadn’t been asking. It didn’t take long for the crowd of reporters to thin our considerably by the time Tony emerged from the doors of the building with a steady creak - the hinges rusting with age.

Wanda rushed forward, lacing a delicate hand over the girl’s forehead. The previously sobbing teen relaxed instantly, and drifted off to sleep in Tony’s arms.

“She won’t dream about those bad things, I promise”.

“I believe you”.

Officers jogged up to the two of them, collecting her lax form from Tony’s arms and settling a shock-blanket over her shoulders. Estelle’s mother dodged around the beat cops keeping her in place, and sprinted to look over her girl.

“Oh baby, why- why,” he petted her daughter’s face, brushing strands of hair from her eyes, kissing her cheeks feverishly. As she settled into the back of a car with her daughter resting over her lap, she turned to look back at Tony, who was awkwardly standing in the middle of the sidewalk donned in just grey sweatpants and a t-shirt that had a large Star Wars logo on the front. He offered he a small wave, smiling reassuringly despite the painful squeezing sensation around his heart.

The car door was swung shut, and Tony caught Estelle’s mom mouth something gingerly before the car pulled away.

Thank you.

*jazz hands* enjoy! pls reblog/like/leave feedback! (also prompts are open <3)

[blogcancercero]

Sonichu 11: Página 7

Otro tochitexto. Ya tardaba en aparecer uno. Sonichu: Volveré en un rato. Rosechu: Estoy lista, Christine. Adelante. Nota: Cántico de María – Lucas – 1:46.5-55 Christine Rosey: (interpretando a la Virgen María) Mi alma glorifica al Señor y mi espíritu se regocija en Dios mi salvador, porque Él ha sido consciente del humilde estado de su sierva. Desde ahora me llamarán bienaventurada todas las…

[putaloadintrucks]

Waiting for the off season

(Fluff story for @singlespeedz, featuring Jay and Christine being cute)

Fall was approaching V8 Valley

The trees had already started to change colors, with leave slowly falling to join their comrades on the ground, piling high around the bases of trees when not disturbed by the forest animals. The wind rustled through the forests, scattering leaves that could not get to the ground, blowing them against anything it could. The smell of fall hung in the air, Leaves and rain mixed together and baked by the dying heat of summer. For the citizens of V8 Valley, winter was beginning to approach. It meant more than that for a certain Truck however, who was currently resting at a fill up station with a certain cop.

“ I’m telling ya Christine, Ya two are such a couple” Voiced Dodger, slamming his tire down onto the ground for emphasis. The truck, named Christine, rolled her eyes at the Caprice’s antics.

“Listen Tiny man, we ain’t dating. Simple as that” she stated, slurping her oil drink down as the Caprice fumed at her.

“So if you two ain’t dating, why the fuck are you waiting for her to get off from the season” he said, raising an eye ridge, “ To further my point, why the hell do you two go out so much and do so much together if ya ain’t an item”

“Listen Shrimpcake, I’ll admit, we spend ah lot of time together. That’s not hard tah see, But her and me are way to free spirited tah get together for an exclusive relationship. Same thang for you, I can never see yah date someone at the moment, Could you?” Christine asked, looking at the Caprice with an raised eyeridge. He sighed, slowly settling onto his tires as the Truck continued to stare at him.

“You are right I guess, Im having too much fun single to settle down right now” he sighed,  his frame scraping asphalt as the trucked hummed in acknowledgement.

“Exactly, Me and her, way tah free to ever be tied down. We both prefer tah have as much fun with other vehicles as possible. We just prefer tah have a little bit more fun with each other, yah know” she said as she pushed her now empty drink away from her, burping loudly as the Caprice winced.

“ Yeah Yeah Yeah, I got it ya nasty asshole” he grumbled as he continued to nurse his cold drink. He grumbled slightly as the truck gave a soft chuckle.

“Besides, if we where tahgether, I would have to rip you and that Blazer apart for what yah did to her” she grinned as Dodger did a spit take, fresh oil flying from his mouth and splashing against the pumps in front of him. Dodger chuckled nervously, shying softly away from the grinning large truck.

“Hehe, You heard about that?” he said nervously as his back bumped pushed against the pillar behind him. Christine chuckling as her winch cable grabbed the Caprice, causing him let loose a yelp as he was pulled closer to the truck.

“Ah course I did, She told me all about it, Big boy” she stated, leaning in close to the Caprice as he gulped. “ Told me how much she enjoyed it too” he purred softly, the hook for the winch softly rubbing against the Caprices bumper.

“O-O-oh?” Dodger said wincing as the pointed end of the hook dug softly into his paint, wincing when it scrapped bare metal.

“Mhm, yes she did. However, If ya ever hurt her again that badly without a heads up, Im gutting yah down to frame” she said, a grin still plastered on her face as the winch cable tightened around the Caprice, earning a small yelp and wince from Dodger. “Got it?” she added, earning a rapid nod of agreement from the vehicle. “Good boy” she said, smiling as she softly patted the Caprices fender, the tow cable un wrapping its self from his body as he gave a sigh of relief.

“You know you’re scary when you want to be? I mean Jaslo could be downright son of  a bitch, But I swear you could murder someone and grin the whole time while doing so” he mumbled, reaching again for his drink as Christine softly chuckled.

“Don’t piss me off and you’ll never have tah find that out, Little Caprice.” She said, smirking as the Cop glared at her.

“You have issues” he mused, drinking more of the oil, slowly this time in case Christine tried something again. Christine rolled her eyes at him as she stared back at the road, a mumer escaping from her lips as car after car passed by them or pulled into the station for a quick something, never staying long before heading back out. The hours started to grow long as the High afternoon sun got lower and lower in the sky. Eventually, Dodger left her, going out to head back to his usual spot and to patrol later, leaving the Rusty truck and her growing amount of empty bottles alone. She sighed, her eyes going to the large clock tower near her, the time reading 4:55. A louder sighed coming from her mouth as she rested her frame against the ground, her tires digging into the wheel wells as she eyed the road, nervousness in her eyes as she watched.

“She’s late” she said softly as her winch hook softly swished back and forth, her nervousness at a all-time high as she was now an hour late. “I hope she didn’t forget about me” she added, sighing as she waited. A waitress came by, a small little Miata by the looks of it.

“Hey hunny, you alright sugar?” said the small blue car, tilting her body to get a better look at the truck.

“No m’am, I am just.. Waiting for someone” said the truck softly as her eyes darted from the waitress to the road. The waitress gave a soft smile, softly patting the trucks fender.

“Don’t worry sugar, you’re date will be here soon. I am sure of it” she said before she zipped away, rushing to help a semi that had pulled in. Christine blinked softly.

“Shes not my…” she said, her voice trailing off she sighed, not bothering to finish her statement as she continued to watch the minutes tick down. First it became five, than six, and finally seven rolled on by. At this point, the nervousness that Christine was feeling had morphed into sadness, a long sigh escaping from her lips as she watched the golden rays of the sun become darker. “ Guess she forgot” she said softly as she got back onto her tires, loud popping and groans coming from her body as her chassis stretched and popped back into place in some areas. She slowly threw out her large amount of bottled trash, the frown on her face never leaving as she did so. She grumbled, giving her body a shake as the last bottle was tossed out.

She gave a yawn, stretching one last time as she slowly pulled to the road, by these time traffic had died down to nearly nothing, only the few locals now traveling along the road. As she sat there, preparing to turn. Her mirrors swiveled to a sound echoing from the valley, the sound of deep throaty pipes roaring loudly, indicating an engine moving as fast as it could. Her body turned slowly to the right, where the sound was getting louder and louder with each second. Her frown slowly morphed into a smile, a soft one at that, but a smile all the same.

It didn’t take long for the owner of the exhaust notes to come into view. A little green charger booking it as fast as they could around the snake bend ahead. Christine smirked, honking loudly as the charger got close, the sound of her horn echoing through the valley as the Chargers eyes locked onto hers, a look of surprise visible before the charger slammed on their brakes. The sound of squealing brake pads sounded loudly, smoke clearly visible from the fast moving cars wheels as they locked up, trying desperately to stop. The Charger eeped loudly, her brakes finally stopping her feet from the truck, The green eyes locking onto the truck as Christine slowly pulled forward, a large grin plastered on her face as she came nearly bumper to bumper with the car.

“Christine, Oh my Chrysler I am so sorry, I was held-“ started the female Charger , only to be interrupted by the hungry mouth of the truck, a moan escaping from her as she pushed back into the kiss. Christine’s tongue darted happily into the Chargers waiting mouth, where it and the Chargers tongue danced back and forth, exploring each other’s mouths and gums. A soft murr of pleasure came from both the vehicles, both engines rumbling softly, only stopping when Christine pulled herself away from the car, a large grin plastered on her bumper.

“Took yeah long enough, Now didn’t it Jay” she smirked, grinning while the Charger blushed, the top of her grin paint turning a rosey colored red.

“You shush, I got held up” Jay said, eeping as she felt Christine’s tongue lick up across her grill. A tire pushed at her playfully, The Charger huffing as the larger vehicle chuckled.

“How did tah races go this year?” Christine asked, Jay turning softly away and mumbling something about piss poor drivers. “Not good then?” added Christine, Jay simply nodding as Christine gave a nuzzle along her fender.“ Always next Year Jay, ya know that” Christine said, Jay sighing softly as her eyes looked with the trucks.

“I know that, Just wanted this year to go better” Jay softly stated, causing Christine to give a soft smile, and a kiss to the Chargers hood.

“Enough worrying about the past, lest go get something to eat, and then later something to eat” she said, grinning as the blush along Jays hood came back, brighter than ever.

“ I may need some help, I may have cooked my brakes stopping like I did earlier” she stated, smoke still slowly coming from the wheel wells and brakes of the Charger. Christine rolled her eyes, smiling as the wench came to life, the hook dancing in front of the Charger.

“Not an issue, Christine is always ready to help” cackled Christine as the hook grabbed the front of the race car, hooking onto her frame rail. Jay eeped as she was pulled along, an every cackling Christine as her companion as they took off up the mountain, heading back to Civilization, and back to food and fun.

Eventually the truck stop eventually grew quiet again; the only cars left the waitress, who stared off at the giggling pair with a smile on her bumper.

“Ah young love” she said, chuckling as she went back to cleaning the pumps.

Another day in V8 valley she supposed.

[almostrapunzel]

Tag game

I was tagged by @tstieff :) Rules: Tag nine people you want to get to know better. Relationship status: Dating a freaking nerd. 
Favorite color(s): Rosey pink
Lipstick or Chapstick: Both. 
Last song I listened to: I Bring You to My Senses by Il Volo
Last movie I watched: Moana
Top 3 tv shows: Vampire Diaries, Scrubs, Shameless
Top 3 characters: Christine Daae, Erik, Damon Salvatore
Top 3 ships: I don't really have any good ones. :(
Books I’m currently reading: Les Miserables
Tagging: I'm lazy, so instead of tagging nine, I tag everyone who wants to do it.

[taffysannotatedsonichu]

Sonichu 11 Page 88

CERAH: Robbie?

ROBBIE: I’m right here, sis!

CERAH: Woah! Man.

CERAH: When did you become super small, bro?

ROBBIE: I didn’t. You evolved! I guess that makes you Christine’s big sister again.

CERAH: Let me process all of this…

ROBBIE: How do you feel?

CERAH: Hmm… well, I feel more knowledged. I see everything brighter. I feel stronger. My perception of things has changed a bit. I feel like I could take on the whole world. And then… I feel a chill. Darn! I’m naked!

ROBBIE: Should I call mom and dad?

CERAH: Yes, Robert. Please, do. Thank God everyone’s looking at where that Jerkop was. Would you also escort me to the ladies room, dude?

ROBBIE: A scout’s duty is to help any person in distress, madam! Let’s go inside, and I’ll get my phone.

Much like Christine before her, Cerah evolving causes her to lose her clothes. Luckily she has that modesty text box. Apparently, growing from Rosey to Rosechu gives one enhanced abilities as a whole, not just stronger Pokemon stats but enhanced wisdom and even vision, apparently. 

Apparently, Robbie’s a boy scout. Guess they let hedgehogs in.

[wandering-child-rp]

Part of him knew rejection was coming but at least Erik tonight had the excuse of intoxication. One had turned to one bottle of burning liquor as everyone with their normal faces had danced and laughed the evening away. He, the monster, was left in thought of and alone.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed, resting his forehead onto hers whilst his large hands cupped at her rosey cheeks. For just a few more moments, he would indulge himself in the idea that Christine would one day want to dance with him, to kiss him and to come home to their shared space. “I- I have no excuse for kissing you except I wanted to. Goodnight.”

Turning, his shoulder bumped into the wall of the corridor that Erik had emerged from only minutes earlier but instead of the usual angry outburst, he laughed.

😘🍺

Erik for Christine

@wandering-child-rp

She could smell the liquor on him, it certainly was unusual for Erik to be drinking but she was hardly surprised. He was far from happy in his existence, though she was shocked when he kissed her. Though for a second she remained still, Christine found herself kissing him back, ever so gently. "Erik.." She whispered, he was drunk, as much as she wanted this, he wasn't in the right frame of mind.

[crestfalien]

Christine's Future

7 September 2022

After the discussion between the couple that ended up with a no, Fransesca and Clayton decided to discuss the matter with their daughter together. The sudden wish that Christine told her father regarding her high school decision caused a turmoil of opinions between the husband and wife. Fransesca, the woman who won’t let her daughter go far away and Clayton, the man who allowed his daughter to study abroad.

For Fransesca, the decision was too sudden. Not to mention that she never went to that country, not Christine herself. They didn’t know how the school actually was, the curriculum, the living cost, tuition, nor other supporting details that she should’ve learned about for weeks. She never visited the school, so she’s not convinced with everything that Clayton told her about.

Christine was also her only daughter. She never went far away from the young lady. Fransesca and Christine became a package no one could separate them from. They clicked with each other all the time, and spent almost their whole life with no one but each other. Prior to Clayton’s presence back in their life, they had no one but each other. It was something understandable, that the woman won’t let her go somewhere far, in a different continent from her.

Now, they were seated on the living room’s couch with Christine providing some printed papers full of information regarding the school she actually wanted to go to for years on the table. Clayton could only smile, as he knew how determined the young girl was to convince her mother.

“So, tell me. Tell me with this sudden change of heart? What’s with all the sudden change, Christine?”

Fransesca asked her daughter regarding the issue.

“I always wanted to study there, mommy. But I know that you’re working day and night by yourself and to actually apply yourself in such an expensive and prestigious school, I can’t. I don’t have the heart to see you working harder than you are already, it breaks my heart. So I decided to study at Nanyang Girls High School instead of trying my luck to study there.”

To hear those words come out from her lips, it hurts Fransesca’s heart so much. How she couldn’t afford the things her daughter wanted to have or experience just because of her mistake in the past and all the ego she held. She wanted to cry but she held it inside, not wanting to show her weak side in front of her daughter.

“Now that we have daddy and things are pretty different from the past, I wanted to let you two know that I wanted to study at Institut Le Rosey. I’ve always wanted to study there.” Christine added.

“You’ve never been outside Singapore, Christine. You’ve never traveled far from me. You have never been to Switzerland or the school itself, so tell me why? Why are you so determined to convince us to let you study there?” Fransesca asked. “Switzerland is not a country next door like Malaysia or Indonesia, Christine. It’s in Europe. Far from here.”

“All that you need is to put in some trust, mommy.” Christine said as she showed her all the information on the table, trying to convince Fransesca once again to let her study abroad. “Vincent is also there. I’ll not be alone or whatsoever. I’ll study and make you proud. That’s my only goal. I just want to make you happy and proud with what I achieved and I promise to make you feel that way.”

Clayton exchanged his gaze multiple times as he wanted to make sure that both Fransesca and Christine were okay. He followed every question and answer that both exchanged to each other. The man knew how much Fransesca was hurting from those words that Christine never intended. Christine just told her what she felt and the truth was indeed, painful.

“Mommy, I know that you’ll always see me as a little girl. As your baby. But now, I’m 15. Next year, I’m turning 16. I’m getting older and I want to try to live an independent life as well. Not fully, but step by step. This is the beginning. I have my plans towards my future. I’ve told you about all of it in the past, again and again. I want to follow your steps, as a lecturer. I want to be a professor just like you. I believe Institut Le Rosey could provide me with more opportunities towards the end of my high school days later.” Christine explained, longer than before, emphasizing her plan for the future.

The woman closed her eyes as she felt dizzy. She felt super dizzy for no reason, out of nowhere. The discussion between her and Christine certainly was not the reason, as she felt it came from something much bigger than that. She felt it physically, not from the pressure she felt mentally.

She tried to listen to every single explanation that Christine did to her as she opened her eyes slowly. But then, the light that entered struck her into another phase of dizziness. Her facial expression said it all as Fransesca quickly grabbed her husband’s hand tight. Christine quickly paused and asked her mother.

“Mommy? Are you okay?”

Clayton quickly checked on his wife before he shook his head in worry. “This is why I told you to stop working so hard. You need to stop working, Fransesca. I’ve told you that I can provide you with what you need. All you need is a rest.” he said as he helped his wife to stand, walking her back into the bedroom.

He turned his head at Christine and sighs. “We’ll talk about this later, okay? When your mommy is better.”

Meanwhile, the man took her for a rest on the bed, covering her thin body with a white blanket. 

“What is it that you feel?” “Nauseous. Dizzy.” “Did you eat this morning? Last night?”

Fransesca shook her head as she shut her eyes and tried to shoo away the pain from her head. “I’ll make you a cup of warm tea, okay? Rest. We’ll talk about this matter with Christine when you’re much better.”

As Clayton left the room for the kitchen, he felt worried. He became anxious over what happened to Fransesca just now. He’s worried that this would be an effect from her never ending hardwork for the past sixteen years and he knew he should step in.

END OF CHRISTINE'S FUTURE.