#rozochka

[anotherrosesthatfell]

Rozochka but in E.L.A

@canon-vi Okay but like you gave me idea with my name in Russian-

So I legit made a self insert of mine in E.L.A...

The last dragon. Her species extinct in wars (they were killed by Hope)

Thankfully she hold no grudges on Hope.. Expect she hold grudges on Dream instead.

She stay at Hope side since she is very lonely and Hope is immortal.

She's on Lux side because she is lonely asf and want this world to be destroyed so she can die and be with her family again.

[rayclubs]

Yeah, when I was like 14 and just getting into writing, I ended up joining a group online that was doing a bank heist type plot, and we started talking characters and stuff, and I slowly realized that they were all 40+ year old men who talked about their jobs and wives and the like. One of them had a kid older than me. Another was in prison. I decided to come clean about my being a middle school teenager, thinking they'd kick me out of the group, but they said my writing was okay and they didn't mind, long as it was cool with me. Anyway, I don't remember their names now but those were the first ever adults that weren't homophobic/transphobic towards me. We hung out and wrote together all Summer and they helped my writing quality immensely and also rewired my brain in a way you can't even comprehend. Best writing party in my life, can't wait to do that to another 14-year-old when I hit 40.

Sometimes when people on the Internet are like "ADULTS CAN NEVER INTERACT WITH MINORS IT'S CREEPY" I remember how, at 12, back in 1997, I was on the Witchvox forums with people ranging from me to people in at least their 50s, and no one there was ever a creep to me, no one ever made me feel uncomfortable or asked for my personal info, and when I finally broke down after a particularly brutal day of bullying at school and posted about it they were the first adults I'd ever met in my entire life who told me the bullies were the problem and it was okay to be angry about it.

Kids need to interact with adults who will listen to them.

[canon-vi]

👀

For my lovely Rozochka <3

Dr. Senpai by @anotherrosesthatfell / @senpaishift

[fuckyeahomsk]

Valentine's day in Omskヾ(ﾟｪﾟゞ)

[radioactiveshitstorm]

A Letter Home

[Written as a gift for my friend Lilly/@pirxshki - a letter from my character to hers. As always, feedback is hugely welcome & wanted!]

A soldier sits in an old cafe, long abandoned by its owners and customers. Around him is dust, rubble, broken glass... Other soldiers, too. His comrades, all of them (like him) bundled up in their winter gear, coughing occasionally in shades of green. A sheet of slightly-grubby paper lies on the table in front of him, a pencil held awkwardly in his gloved hand as he writes, the scratching sounds of the lead appearing as light blue.

Dearest Rozochka

I'm sorry it's been so long since my last letter. Paper is becoming hard to find, we're having to use a lot of it to keep warm. Practically had to fight Dementyev for this piece, but he gave it up when I told him why I needed it. I don't know what the news has been telling you all, but it's getting pretty rough here; the snow won't let up, and-

Outside the cafe, there's an explosion as another mortar shell hits the ground. Red, more red, and even more painfully-bright red. The soldier pauses; does he really want to tell her how bad it is? It'll make her worry... But, at the same time, he knows she'll want the truth, if only so she can prepare for the worst.

-we're starting to run low on MREs. Never thought I'd see rationing in this day and age. Plus the delightful opposing forces keep sending down mortar strikes, so none of us are getting much sleep. Can't even venture outside for some fresh air. I'm starting to get sick and tired of this cafe, maybe even cafes in general at this rate!

One more mortar shell. One more burst of red. The soldier doesn't even flinch any more; he's used to the noise, the colours that slam across his vision in sync with the sound. In a corner behind the counter, the newest recruit lets out a tiny sob (lilac), and the soldier listens as a fellow veteran begins to mumble comforting, soft-peach words. He's coming to the end of the paper; time to wrap things up.

No word on how much longer we'll be stuck here. The officers aren't telling us much, but to be honest I think they're as in-the-dark as we are. Regardless, thoughts of home, of you and the kids, keep me going.

Daniil, Marina, Timur, I love you all. Behave for your mother, and make her smile for me. Papa will be home soon, I promise. Roza, kohaniachko moye, I mean that. I will come home. All the armies in the world would not be able to stop me coming back to you. Wait for me.

Forever yours in heart and soul Fedir

Finished. No more room on the paper, so Fedir folds it in half carefully. There're no envelopes, so he uses a tiny piece of blue tape to hold the letter closed. A comrade walks past; Zelenko, the communications officer. Fedir passes him the letter, knowing that, somehow, it will find its way to the proper place. Zelenko has ways to get letters to HQ, and HQ has a mailing list on file. The letter will be safe. Fedir shifts to stare out of the broken window, out to the ruined street beyond. Craters, more rubble, road blocked with the BTR they'd arrived in. Useless now.

Fedir sighs in mint-green. Yes, the letter will be safe. He just wishes he could say the same for himself.

[aurum-auri]

The First Dragons Part 2

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The old woman sat patiently, letting her words hang heavily in the air. Yuuri found himself leaning in closer.

“Long ago, the world was full of war. City fighting city, country fighting country. People warred over things that seem ridiculous today. And no sooner had one conflict resolved, another one cropped up. Many died in the perpetual struggle.

“One woman lost everything she had loved. Her family, her lover, even her only sister, whom she loved dearly. She'd have given anything to have them back. But she knew the way of the world, and she knew secrets known only to a few.”

The woman took the key from her neck and unlocked her book, turning to a page with an illustration of a strange scale.

“This is a gleamshard. Rare, unbelievably so. No one knows exactly how many there are, or even where they come from, but legend says that if one person can assemble twelve of them, they will be granted their heart’s desire. This had never been done before, and so the story was considered just that: a story. But the woman was desperate. She began to search the world, hunting for these shards.

“It was the work of many, many years. She couldn't count of the number of times she lost her way. Her journey took her across the world, to hidden places unexplored by mankind. It made her do things she knew she should regret. She lied and cheated, gambled and stole, and she couldn't bring herself to care. It was thirty long years before she had eleven, with a lead on the last.

“A war commander wore one of the gleamshards set into his helmet, and she needed it with a desperation unmatched by any other. In the heart of battle, she fought her way to where the commander stood. She had done many terrible things in her life, but this was the worst, catching him by surprise and stealing his helmet from him, leaving him vulnerable to attack.

“But she had given the entirety of her life chasing these prizes, and so she could not find it in herself to feel guilty to leave the man defenseless. She retreated, and she brought them together, piece by piece, in the fringes of the battlefield. When the last had been added to the collection, there was a flash of light, and everything stopped.

“Time stood still, and she was unable to move. Helplessly, she looked out over the field where man had fought man, woman had fought woman, where conflict and strife had churned the fields to mud and brought cities to ruin. The man she’d stolen the shard from was bleeding out on the ground. This was the world that had taken her family from her. This endless fighting.

“She knew what she wanted, more than the lives of loved ones. She wanted a way for the fighting to stop. She wanted an end to the conflict. She wanted peace to be preferred to war, and for senseless killing to end. She closed her eyes, and she shaped the words of her wish.”

The old woman telling the story paused. Yuuri watched, his breath caught in his throat, spellbound as she turned the page of the book, revealing an illustration of a woman standing beside an egg that came to her waist.

“The woman expected all wars to end with the power of the gleamshards, but mankind is not so easily changed. And her wish was not so small that it could be instantly granted, nor made permanent in one single instance. Instead, the skies erupted, and the gleamshards flew into the heavens, fracturing and combining with stars. They fell back to the earth, meteors of every color imaginable, landing in every corner of the globe. One fell at her feet, landing softly in the mud before her. Time resumed, and she reached out to touch it.

“The meteor before her was as bright a blue as could be, almost painful to see, as tall as her waist and half as wide as it was tall. When her palm touched it, it began to hatch, and out came a creature of unimaginable beauty. The first dragon stepped out, and the bond was forged between them immediately, before she knew what was even happening.”

The old woman turned the page again, and there was a picture of a dragon in flight, the woman on its back.

“You see, the gleamshards, as well as whoever gave them their power, knew that humanity would simply return to their warlike ways if all existing conflicts were simply ended. There needed to be a check to keep peace. And thus, the dragons were given to mankind as a gift.

“The dragons were not harmless creatures, nor were they dumb beasts with no reasoning or logic. They would not allow themselves to be used as weapons by humans. And though they were prideful creatures, greedy and hungry for gold, these weaknesses would not sway them from their missions: to broker for peace wherever strife may arise.

“To this end, they bonded with humans, twining their existences with ours. They gave us peace, and they gave us the gift of their presence. In exchange, humans provided them with treasures and material excesses which they grew fond of, as one more thing.

“The wish warped the dragons. The woman who led to their creation fiercely loved with a passion that was deep and unbridled. And when that first creature hatched for her, her love for it twisted the remaining power of the wish. Her endless love for the hatchling gave it strength beyond its scope. It grew faster than any other dragon after it, and in hours, it had grown large enough to ride.

“The battle, in the meanwhile, had ceased. The combatants had forgotten why their struggles had been so important to them that it was worth killing their brothers over. Their weapons fell from their hands, and they looked at one another, staring at the new creation of the gleamshards in awe.

“The woman became the first of the peacekeepers, and it became her mission to recruit others into her mission to maintain peace.”

Yuuri’s eyes were wide as saucers as the woman began to leaf through the book, showing them pages of men and women riding on the backs of dragons, some old, some young, reading off the occasional name. It must have been hours later when she finally reached the last of the pages, this one showing a boy with long, pale hair and a confident grin, an arm around a dragon that was as tall through the shoulders as he was, the names Victor Nikiforov and Rozochka written below the picture.

Yuuri closed his eyes, and he smiled. So that was it, then, wasn’t it? He thought of the iridescent scale hidden under his bed, shining every color of the rainbow. Only eleven more. How hard could it be?

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[factonim-blog]

Если закрутить вилку в салфетку, то получится розочка

Сервировка стола – неотъемлемая часть торжественного банкета и даже обычных дружеских посиделок.... Сообщение Если закрутить вилку в салфетку, то получится розочка появились сначала на .

http://factonim.ru/esli-zakrytit-vilky-v-salfetky-to-polychitsia-rozochka/

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[malenaworld1608]

Знакомьтесь - Тролль Розочка))  /  Meet - Troll Rozochka

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[canon-vi]

The first take my sound was lagging, the second and third I forgot the text—

Happy birthday Rozochka!!

@anotherrosesthatfell

[russkaiaprincessa]

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