#rosie rp

[top-shelf-tender-moved]

@cannibalxroses

There was something so ridiculously Alastor about the Radio Demon thinking that he was showing Husk benevolence by giving him a day off from work…to run an errand for him.

Even so, Husk had perked up when he realized he’d be taking a detour to Cannibal Town and meeting with their mutual friend. It had been some time since Husk had been to this side of the Pentagram, and he was relieved that the Edwardian charm this neighborhood was famous for hadn’t waned. It couldn’t possibly, with the devotion of an Overlord like Rosie.

The bartender recognized faces from previous trips with Alastor, as well as new allies from the battle against the exterminators. If not for the Radio Demon, Husk may have avoided this area altogether. Cannibals were a terrifying concept, but he had been pleased to learn that their bark was often worse than their bite.

Passing through the town square, Husk tipped his hat to Susan and beelined for Rosie’s Emporium. With one last check to make sure his new crimson dress hurt was tucked properly, Husk opened the door and went in search of store’s namesake.

[overlordrosie]

How would you look in modern day clothes?

"It was rather short notice, hon. I did my best with a lovely little sweater dress I found at the shops and a corset. I was told this is quite 'modern' as you put it."

[silverwingborn-moved]

@rosiexemporium liked for a starter!)

For the first few months since her fall into Hell, Silver had been sticking to a small area of the pentagram. With her most frequent range now fairly familiar, the Nephilim thought it time to expand her exploration a bit. And despite Cannibal Town being known for its flesh-hungry residents, Silver did genuinely wish to see it at least once. “Curiousity Killed the Cat, But Satisfaction Brought It Back” as one would say.

While Silver could only speculate what a cannibal town may look like, she was awestruck by its old-timey charm. With her wings safely retracted and hidden and the hood of her jacket up, the Nephilim braved walking through the entrance to the town. She tried her best to avoid eye contact, but if any was made, Silver forced a grin and polite nod as she passed.

[top-shelf-tender]

Rosie surprises Husk with a hug from behind, a sigh of content slipping from her lips as she hugged him tightly. "You're so huggable, darling." Before he could give a response, she gives his right ear a playful nip. Just a little reminder that she thinks fondly of him.

Husk startled initially, but was soothed by a familiar floral perfume. Everything about Rosie, from her tender touch to her melodic voice soothed the feline has instantly. He was settling back against her when the affectionate bite to his ear had him blushing and flustered liked a damn schoolboy.

“Happy Chewsday, love,” he replied, taking her hand and kissing her wrist before giving it his own teasing nip.

[oh-shinx]

Fun pokefashion fact!!!!!!!

*Ahem!!!*

DO NOT GLUE WIGS TO YOUR POKEMON BECAUSE THAT IS EXTREMELY BAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I do not care that your gulpin looks bald, it is actually unhealthy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[rxsilabeth--er]

What about Tom Riddle, who just lingers in corners and watchea through shadows and reader who likes to sneak up on him?

:)

Hello? Yes, thank you for the request! More of a drabble now, I suppose, but it's still so cute!! Okay bye-bye!!

Tom dating someone like you, says a bit about his fucked up life. Okay, leaving that, I'm just imagining him standing there in the dark reading a book and out of nowhere a little squirrel climbs up on him making him scream like a girl and fall over while Abraxas tries to stifle his laughter because it's you...you.

He gets constant heart attacks from you because he never knows where you're going to sneak up and jump on him from,

but he adores your nonetheless, even though he got his first white hair at 11. And it only got worse from his first meeting with you.

I imagine you both met when he was sitting in a train compartment, and you popped out of a bag and sat down like nothing was wrong.

, and he was ready to jab his wand in your eye?? Because wtf?? Huh??? Poor boy was so scared and confused, his inner voldy died in that moment for a good few hours.

He is now equipped with her safety hazards which are his hands so he catches you when he can, which is half of the times you sneak up on him, poor thing is scared to death by it.

He cannot count how many white hair he finds a day after you sneak up on him... He's gonna turn 50 by the time he's out of hogwarts, poor thing..Don't get me started on the way you hide in shadows

Imagine him freaking out because he saw your beady eyes staring at him while he's working with his basilisk..

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[artofdeductionbysholmes]

Do you see Rosie as a daughter figure or not??

Hello.

Rosamund? A daughter figure? That's an odd question.

She is John's @johnhwatsonblog daughter, obviously, not mine. I am hardly suited for fatherhood, as anyone with sense would agree. But still, she is part of John's life, which inevitably means she is part of mine, whether I like it or not. And I do— tolerate her. More than I anticipated. Much more.

Do I consider her a daughter figure? No. Not in the traditional sense. But if you're asking whether I would do anything to ensure her safety, to keep her out of harm's way, to educate her, to make her happy—well, yes. It appears I already have.

So, to answer your question: I don't feel like her father, but my actions may suggest otherwise. Strange how these things happen without one's permission.

SH

[alteregozowie]

@screentimeoverlord and myself (I deserve it 90% of the time), with @cannibalxroses in the background.

BloodyVideo verse in a nutshell 🤣

[sustancy]

' gone is already here, you can buy it here.

[johnhwatsonblog]

Dear John, aka Our Favourite Son Come and visit us for a few days! We miss our favourite granddaughter Rosie. It is the loveliest time of the year right now. Mr. and Mrs. Holmes

P.S. Has Rosie received the postcard I sent her? It's a sketch of our blooming garden. I hope Sherlock didn't stab it, fingers crossed. - Mrs. Holmes

P.P.S. Let Sherlock suffer stay in London if he's being difficult about the visit. Just bring Rosie. - Mr. Holmes

We, the kids and I, definitely will! (Meaning I’ll drag @artofdeductionbysholmes along. Don’t you worry).

I was thinking of visiting you when Rosie’s vacation starts. Would that be an OK time for you?

And Rosie got your beautiful card, yes. It’s now being prominently displayed above her bureau. She has a very talented grandmother, that’s for sure.

Postcard by @jamielovesjam

[top-shelf-tender-moved]

@cannibalxroses // @alteregozowie

"Rosie, Al's bein' a dumbass and won't let me take him to the dentist for his broke ass tooth. Back me up here?"

[overlordrosie]

*Looks up at you with my big wet eyes*

"Well aren't you just a precious little thing? Now why would you be on this side of the city, hmm?" She leans down to give the creature a nice little pet on the head.

[silverwingborn-moved]

Standing at the front desk, Silver offered a sheepish grin to "Auntie Rosie". The first thing she noted was that Rosie was tall. Exceptionally tall. And she was a finely dressed lady with a delightful hat. Cannibal or not, this woman certainly knew style. Well, vintage style perhaps.

When the child whispered her question, Silver gave a soft smile. "A Nephilim, dear." Looking back up to Rosie, she gave a head bow in greeting. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss. Rosie. My name is Silver."

The little girl gave an enthusiastic nod, giving her arm one last tug inside. She was excited to show her new friend to Rosie! Pushing through the crowd, even biting a few who stopped her from getting to the front desk. "Auntie Rosie! Auntie Rosie! Lookie what I found! A Nephi..Ne-Nepgh..uhhh.." she looks lover to the other, raising a hand over her cheeks, "What was it you said you were? I dun remember.."

[top-shelf-tender]

"Husk darling, you seem to be having issues getting some rest over at that hotel. Why not come to my place for a while, hm? I'm sure you'll find my home can be quite accommodating."

With that, she gave him a quick peck on his cheek, hoping to enstill that her offer was one out of good faith.

The chaste kiss earned a soft blush and a smile more coy than one would expect from the bartender.

“Thanks Rosie,” he looked to her with widening pupils. “You really are too good to me. Should I, uh, pack anything, or…?” Husk jerked a thumb back at the hotel. He knew at the very least he should bring a change of clothes and a toothbrush, and perhaps his silicone claw covers, just in case but otherwise, he wasn’t expecting to spend more than one night in Cannibal Town - at least, not without an explicit invitation.

[darlingsuperstition]

(From the mind behind Pelipper Mail)

Pelipper MALICE is now open! Functions identically, except only for things meant to hurt the muse's feelings!

Example: Pelipper Malice! A picture of your parents.

No physical harm, only emotional! >:)

[rxsilabeth--er]

ftm tom riddle x male reader. reader eats him out like his life depends on it and tom can’t help but feel needy and fuck into his face like a desperate slut begging for release.

Eating out, cum denial aka edging, slapping (slightly), nipple play? I don't know bro, smut is so embarrassing to write sometimes...Slightly OCC??

"You're-u're-Fuck.... extre-Ngh...extremely luc-lucky...!" He whined, as if he wasn't the one to shove his cunt more in your face.It was a wonder how he ended up below you rather than above you.

maybe it the fact that after a fight his school work was depleting and so he was doing what it took to be perfect again. And it started with you, as he huffed.

Your tongue gently prodding his puffy clit and gently sucking on it, as you shoved your fingers in and out gently in his folds, his cunt drooling on your face, just like you were..your drool slobbering down your chin, as he pulled on your hair gently...

"Fuck! Ah, no...wait...fuck.." he whined, almost as if trying to get away while you simply drooled on his cunt, eating him out gently, while also gently fingering him but roughly rubbing his clit, making him whine in pain and pleasure, as his thighs kept trying to close around your ears.

"Behave." a simple order from you made The damn Tom Marvolo Riddle stop his twitching thighs to shove you deeper almost, as he kept grinding on your face as she held his hips down to stop him from moving, a muffiliato stopping his dorm-mates from entering,

Your fingers rubbed gently eights and raggedy circles on his clit roughly, pressing down with just the right pressure, as he pulled on your hair but tried to behave so you wouldn't stop,

his whine and angry moans becoming high-pitched as he fell back on his pillows, his back arching as he pulled a pillow to shove his face into- Just as you pulled away, stopping his orgasm, "NO!" he hissed angrily, as you simply shrugged, moving from the foot of his bed to stay crouched on the balls of your foot, your shirt off, as he huffed..

his face burning, as he gently pulled your hair as he complained about you stopping right when he was getting there and how you're ungrateful, you weren't sure, you weren't listening to him right now, before you simply pushed him back, holding him by his throat and pressing down roughly,

"Listen, hide your face again or misbehave, I'm leaving you right here." you simply said, as he glared up at you, before scoffing, "Fine." he huffed as your fingers gently stroked his cunt before moving up his stomach, making his breath hitch as he leaned his head back.

One hand on his chest, the other moving inside his cunt to finger him, while the thumb rubbed irregular circles on his wet clit. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t appeal to you; head swimming with the image of him as a sobbing, gushing little mess that can’t stop creaming nice and hard onto your hand, but god was he a brat, you found it cute sometimes though.

Your fingers gently pinching, pulling and tweaking his nipples as he continued to writhe under you, twitchy..his body covered in a sheen of sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead and suffocating warmth filling the dorms, as your fingers began going rougher,

plunging in and out with the sloshy on his cunt around your middle and ring finger, the ring you wore on your ring attending a cold spot to his cunt over the hotness as even the ring was covered with his juices, as you bent down a bit down the foot of the bed and gently started eating him out again as he sighed in almost relief.

You plunges your fingers deeper and deeper and then back out, hitting the bundle of nerves which was making him almost freeze on shock and pleasure, "'stoomuch-!...NO...Ah-Fu-No..! Gentle, pl-please! Sir..Hn, mm..Fuck!"

The knot in his stomach tightening, as the cold ring mixed in with the warmth, hitting his nerves as you pushes your fingers into something that makes him cry out. Something too wet and deep and warm and he just keeps hitting it, you weren't slowing down- Whywon't youslowdown!?

He protests against it, actually trying to misbehave so you stop, but he can't do it, even as his thighs close around your head, you slap his thighs gently to push them away, but he's close?!..but it's feeling weird, fuck!!..!

and then he reach it - his whole body trembling while he thrash against you, as you hold his hips down gently, as you look up with a wet face, as his head fell back on his pillows, his face covered in tears..as he squirted on your face with the loudest mix of a cry and whine, as you smirked up as he fell back...almost going unconscious,

“Y'did such a good job, baby. Congratulations on finally being a good boy.”

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