#rosrs

[shadamypositivity]

really when u love amy rose u win in any ship bc as long as Amy is being loved and cherished as she should be its a win

[wildbeautifuldamned]

Timney Fowler Luxury Wallpaper & Fabric Sample Book. ebay fabfabricx

[loudestcloud]

Because of this post, I was like 'ykw, I don't actually know when he made the change, let's look it up!' n now I know who Rose O'Hara is

If I see one more person call Logan “James” I’ll riot his name isn’t James he left that name behind with his trauma and his past and it just makes me angry

[naive-petals]

@sub-aki

“A sweetheart.” That was reassuring at least, she heard pegasi could smell fear and heavens knows she would be a bundle of nerves before takeoff. Still the fact the other was willing to take her made her heart soar in excitement. “Thank you so much!” Kneeling down Rose bowed her head down to the floor, unsure of how long you were supposed to bow for.

[thedarkestrivernymph]

no pressure girl but I NEED more charles, he's my baby 🤤

I scraped all my motivation together for this, I hope you like it even though it's a modern Au (the third life..) 😶‍🌫️

A Heart Of Gold

Y! Wealthy! Older! Charles x Younger! Stepmom! Reader

warnings: mentions of planned pregnancy, nsfw at the end, horny Charles, Nicholas is a teenager, not proofread

Mist swirled around the twisting and turning branches of the proud beech, leaves fluttering alike feathers, coated in gentle frost.

Windows fogged up whenever opened. It was a chilly morning. One without the gentle orange and pink that usually flooded the horizon as the sun rosr proud and tall. No this morning, as many more to come because of the morphing seasons, was drained of any colour, with lifeless gray clouds hanging bleary over the forest.

“Dear,” two strong arms curled around you from behind, pulling you into the human flame that kept your insides warm and toasty every season regardless of degree, “You're looking awfully upset. Mighty fine, but upset.” a kiss was pressed to your crown before a chin rested there and a throat bobbed against the back of your skull.

“Sorry, baby, had I known that the weather would be this shitty, I would have booked a ticket to the Maldives.” you could practically hear the frown in his voice. The concern, the care, the sheer wish to keep you happy all time round, enough to ease the tension between your shoulder blades.

You giggled at the strum of his thumb.

“Charles,” you turned your head, straining to look up at him, only to break out into a gentle smile as you finally caught sight of his tender gaze and the his characteristic chestnut curls brushed back against his scalp.

You were smiling, lovesick and all, until your gaze travelled lower, hungry and greedy for more of the man you were near worshipping. Expecting savoury smooth skin; an expanse of a bare chest — as he tended to sleep barely dressed —instead your eyes caught onto his dress shirt and tie. Immediately your face soured.

Something cold raked through you at that, something with an ugly bratty head.

“Do you have to leave again?” you whined. So unlike yourself, more child than woman, yet how could you not be frowning when you could barely satiate your hunger for the love of your life?

Fingers found your cheeks, soft nimble and warm, everything you dreamed of; everything you wanted stood behind them yet so out of reach.

“It's my job, dear,” he chanted as always, gaze lingering on your lips, before he pressed a haste kiss against them, one you savoured with a flick of your tongue after.

“I am sorry, baby, I know this sucks. But bear with it, please? How else could I buy you those cute little dresses you like so much? And the bags? And deck you in jewellery” again, he used the same excuse, a poor excuse for a joke really, but it made the corners of your lips twitch and brows only furrow further.

“You know I am not with you for your money, Charles. I want you, not a stupid bag.” you groaned as he just pressed another kiss to your lips and then another, and another. Until finally he smoothed out the lines on your forehead and you melted against him.

“I am sorry, really sorry,” he rasped against your lips, breath fawning over where his spit clung to your lips like chapstick, “I know you're not like that, dear. I would never think that, but I have to go. I want you to live comfortably without worries.”

You released a breath. “I am comfortable. You don't need to work so much.”

He shook his head, before a stupid grin spread over his lips. “If we want Nick’ to be an older brother, then I am not nearly working enough.” he pressed his mouth to your shoulder this time.

“After this year,” kiss, “I promise,” kiss, “that I will slow down.” he breathed against your sternum, probably unaware of the quick pitter-patter pace of your heart, how it was trying to break free. For a moment everything seemed to freeze, like a snapshot as you looked down at your husband, his wedding band twinkling in the artificial light of the kitchen, evidently polished and well-taken care of.

He valued you, fuck, he didn't just value you, he was possessed by you; every second away from you was agony, but what could he do—even when after years he had finally found his true soulmate, he still had to go to work, to struggle, so that when he finally would put a baby in you, he would forever stay glued to your side.

“Charles,” your head immediately snapped back the moment you felt warmth encompass your nipple. Those nimble fingers of his had pulled your top down and were now travelling across your skin with feathery-soft touches, while he sucked on your bud, his other hand, the one with the wedding band he so keenly kept clean travelled between your thighs, prying and inching further and further and—

Out of the corner of your heavy-lidded eyes, you caught sight of movement.

Eyes. Two eyes. What the fuck.

You squealed, clamped your legs shut, eliciting a surprised gasp from your husband, that followed your stare.

“For fuck’s sake!” he groaned, scrambling to cover your exposed chest with a heaving grunt, face still flushed.

“Nicholas look the fuck away!”

[acemarkeyshusband]

day 3!!!! of drdt xmas!!!!! ROSE LACROIX!!!

DAY 3 - Snowman ⛄️

ily rosr...

[benslittlestarkiller]

Simon Riley HeadCanon

Simon care about you deeply. He would do anything for you

He would lay down his life for you, extremely protective

If you go to the store he carries everything (including you) and pushes the cart cuz he's a man who take care of his woman

He has a fat ass

He actually good driver when you in car with him. He cares about your safety

He owns a motorcycle. It's old, vintage but he takes good care of it

He lets you ride but ONLY if you wear helment and sefetey gear

He calls you "babycakes"

If you have to walk somewhere late at night, no you don't

He drive you

His thighs are thick like tree trucks

His cock big as a Stanley cup

When it rains he makes sure to drive you so you safe.

Simon helped you get into his truck. You were only 5 feet tall so small he hand to pick you up practically as you struggled to get in

You could feel his hardened body and manhood pressing into your backside as he helped you up.

You glance at him over shoulder

"Simon Jr is excisted?" you ask with a wink.

Simon grunted like caveman.

His hands gripped your hops. Tightened suddenly. He ground into you like a mortal and pestle.

As if crushing seeds

Tou let out a moon of pleasure at the sentation

This sound only made him more excited

Ghost let out a primal growel from deep inside his chest it rumbled like the wheels of a lifted truck. Or lightening.

Ur hand graibedb the leather seat of truck that you bent over seat

"Simon people will see us," you cried out but couldn't help a moan of ecstasy as his cock glided against your princess parts

You were already dropping wet at the sanitation. So was he.

As he lifted you he also lifted your skirt exposing hour pink princess

Part

To the world

But he steeped closer hiding you away.

You are for his eye only. No other man can even looo at you.

"Ur minE!!!" He say "ain't that roight, babycakes?"

"Yes sir!" You screamed. "I'm yours!!!"

You didn't care if everyone in the neighborhood could hear it.

He pulled your panties aside and then...

He let our a loud growl like that of a wild tiger in the wild woods running after its prey catching its prey in its jaw and biting down I. Ecstacy it was like that

So primal so animalistic was his LOVE for YOu.....

He filled your body, slamming his large and tick and juicy and hot and veins cok into u

Over and over. So fast and rough that he rocked the truck in the street where it was parked along the sidewalk.

You gripped the passenger seat for dear life

Cars drive by

Simon 's trusting is hard and fast you scream with each blow of his man hidden inside hou

He hit spot so deep in you you you felt him up in your throat. You feel so full cuz of it. Reaching 0laces you didn't knew about.

Your muscles begi. To tught as your pleasure build inside your feminine flower beads of wetness droop f

Down your feet onto the car of the truck

You s cream wo lpugly as you come for him

The tightness of yur tight English Channel was too much for he

With a rosr like a bear un the jungle he comes

Think and creamy spurts of his manky essence flows into your cavern which socks it allll up. It flows thru you deep into the trenches of your waiting thirsty womb where it plants itself.

The two of your stay entwined for one heart and then two and then....THREE

5 seconds pass and then he pull put of you. With a gush or his seeds and yours he stuff it back in his pants. Before placing your panties back whete they go. Then he leans over and gives your pussy a kiss above the fabric. "Good girl," he tells her (your pussy)

You smjle at the affectionate gesture it fills you heart wirj deep pulsating juicy love

Simon would be a good dad

He loves kids and can't wait to see you fat with his little ones

Thus is why he always makes sure to fill hu with his thick and virile seed every day and night sometimes multiple times in row.

He have no refraction period

And is always hard

He fixes your skirt and then helps you into the Honda Civic truck

The two of your drive away to Tesco to shop for banana, his cum spilling out of you and staining the seat of the vehicle, but Simon didn't care in fact he l9ved to see it.

The wind

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

I hope you won't mind me jumping on this @mikuni14 because like you, I'm so pissed at this scene.

Mhok did nothing wrong. He made a choice. He choose to stay. On the other side, Day broke up with him making a choice for both of them. Stupid.

And one more thing... Months passed. Presumably only a couple because we know from the previous episode that Porjai was 7 months pregnant. So 2 months passed. And yet nothing really seems to have changed which is one of the reasons I hate time jumps. If you are going to time jump, make it matter more than just a baby being born.

Mhok and Day are young, and for Day this is his first relationship, so 2 months is a lot. Was there no building of trust? Were there no conversations about their hopes and dreams and fears, blah blah blah. This scene is such a regression that makes absolutely no sense... unless you consider it's episode eleven. And you know we needed to suffer because those are the rules of the game.

There were so many ways to go the doom route without denying all the growth these characters went through. And choosing this one is just unoriginal to say the least.

That's all. (not even close but I'll stop here)

Last Twilight - Ep 11

So basically Mhok is traumatized because he didn't do something, he didn't take care of something, he dismissed something at the wrong moment and he lost his sister, he was left alone… and now he is doing something all the time, watching over, caring all the time and… he lost his loved one and was left alone. Again. Mhok just can't win right?

Well, I don't judge whether it was good or bad that they broke up. What pisses me off is the execution of this scene, i.e. completely breaking, trampling and throwing away Mhok's heart. Mhok didn't lie to Day to hurt him, on the contrary, Mhok shows complete, selfless, pure love for Day, from the beginning. Whatever his motives are, they are ALWAYS good.

I just… don't understand the cruelty of this scene. He was happy one moment and completely destroyed a few minutes later, accused by a loved one as if he had done something, idk, criminally wrong. What amazes me is that they have been together for a long time, they have been through a lot, they have shared so many difficult experiences, Mhok has ALWAYS stood faithfully by Day's side, put up with his bullshit, moods, whims and never imposed anything on him. And Day, instead of fighting with him, even asking him for to stay away for some time, but after that TALKING about it, working on it, asking other people for advice (I'm sure other blind people have had such experiences with their loved ones, probably even On), simply completely ignores their entire relationship and dismisses Mhok from his life. After Mhok told him why he did it and that it was about his sister.

I REALLY don't understand the cruelty of this scene. My heart bleeds for Mhok, who just keeps giving to people who don't give him a chance, who abandon him without a word of explanation. It was as if the whole world had conspired against him.

Idk, I just think Mhok deserves better. ​

[shrubmogai]

rosred | azurred | callared

wisterired | dahlired

gender connected to the color red in feminine, masculine, neutral, androgynous, and xenine ways!

[lazykiwi]

Here have some angst, thought of doing it as an animation but too tired, no energy

The song is Christmas kids by Rosr

[taintedpompom]

Black from @cullerofcute

A tyrant? How typical.

The governess is well used to dictators demanding she mold their subjects into certain standards. Of course she approved of the design and choice. It simply did not suprise her that such a client will emerge.

The Governess plucked another black roll of velvet and two strands flew towards Rose.

The womb wuivered, the pink shrinking beneath the deluge of black. Within a bossom swelled, Rose's precious ass finally a afterthought before the bossom of what couldnt be called human anymore. Not that Rosr cared, if it could care.

Black 5

Pink 3

White 2

Gold 3

Black had reached 5 pick a sin.

Pride: serpents and false idols

Gluttony: Giants and Girth

Envy: Dolls and Perfection

Wrath: Strength and Fire

Vriska has 4 contribution points.

Feferi has 2.

[askbillchiper]

guys stop being mean to billy bazooka he's having a hard time

-rosr

THIS

[mista-mystery]

hi can I go to ellie and mason HOUSE 💜

-rosr

what does this mean

[d00medyur1]

ojl rosr

[mediaevalmusereads]

Camp Damascus. By Chuck Tingle. Tor, 2023.

Rating: 3/5 stars

Genre: horror, lgbtqia+ fiction

Series: N/A

Summary: Welcome to Neverton, Montana: home to a God-fearing community with a heart of gold.

Nestled high up in the mountains is Camp Damascus, the self-proclaimed “most effective” gay conversion camp in the country. Here, a life free from sin awaits. But the secret behind that success is anything but holy.

***Full review below.***

Content Warnings: homophobia, body horror, violence

Overview: I follow Chuck Tingle on tumblr, so when he announced the publication of his new horror book, I jumped on it straight away. The premise itself was incredibly intriguing: a girl who vomits flies whenever she "sins," a gay conversion camp with secret horrors. It sounded very much my jam. While I very much enjoyed the catharsis this book explored and the meditation on the harm that religion can do to queer folks, I ultimately didn't feel like I could give Camp Damascus a higher rating because the prose and the narrative didn't quite click with me. I'll explain more below, but know that for these reasons (and not any ill will towards Tingle, who I still admire), this book only gets 3 stars from me.

Writing: Tingle's prose had some qualities I appreciated and others I personally found a tad frustrating. The things I like mainly had to do with voice; this story is told in first person from the POV of a queer autistic girl named Rosr who lives in a deeply religious community. The way Tingle writes her voice is very distinctive; not only does Rose recall Bible verses from memory, but as she moves away from her faith, she begins structuring her thoughts and derives strengths from writing her own "Bible" filled with verses. I also really liked how Rose described the way she prepared for social interaction and how knowing a lot of seemingly random facts was a comfort to her. It made for a fairly distinctive character voice, and I think Tingle did a good job with it.

However, I do think the prose tended to lean a bit too heavily on telling (versus showing), and I think Tingle could have held back more to let the reader piece things together on their own. Because a lot is told to me, I personally had a hard time being a participant in the story (so to speak), and I wish more had been left to my imagination.

Plot: The plot of this book follows Rose Darling, a 20 year old Christian woman who begins noticing something off about her life. At first, it starts with vomiting flies following a social gathering; then, she finds there are gaps in her memory, and she is being watched by her parents and therapist. Over time, Rose learns that there's something not quite right about her faith community and their main claim to fame: Camp Damascus, the nation's #1 gay conversion camp.

There was a lot about this plot that I liked. I enjoyed the religious horror and the symbolic link between the camp and how certain Christians view queerness. I also really liked the way Tingle used characters and narrative to reflect on the difference between religion and faith, as well as how things (like the Bible) can be both great comforts and instruments of oppression.

I do wish, however, that Tingle had worked harder to build more of a sense of dread. To me, the plot felt a little too straight forward, maybe a little too clearly sign posted. It seemed like characters knew what was going on right away and ultimately didn't have much trouble figuring out what to do. On top of that, this book felt like it was written for a YA audience, and if that was the intent, then maybe it's more appropriate to be more straightforward. But for me, I wanted to revel a bit more in the horror.

Characters: Rose, our protagonist, is a welcome breath of fresh air in terms of representation. She also had a charming sense of humor and a determination that makes for a compelling protagonist. There were times when I think Rose figured out what was going on too easily, but other than that, there wasn't much to dislike.

Supporting characters like Saul and Willow were fun in that they had unique personalities and made a nice found family. I especially liked Saul's dynamic with Rose; Rose quickly abandons her faith once she figures out what's going on, whereas Saul redefines his faith and makes room for it with a new understanding of what it means to be Christian. As a result, Rose and Saul have fairly in-depth conversations about faith versus religion, and I liked that Tingle made room for queer Christians to exist.

Antagonists were unsettling without being outright threatening (at least until the end). I think Tingle did a good job portraying how community leaders and cult-like Christianity can pressure people to conform. I do wish they were a bit less obvious, but it is what it is.

TL;DR: Camp Damascus has a lot of good things going for it: a compelling protagonist, a meditation on faith, catharsis, etc. While I personally wish Tingle would have shown a lot more than told and held back on narrative reveals, I do look forward to seeing what he comes up with next.

[rosetheex-editor]

Heyyyyyy Rosr. I'mnnnnnnmmnot gokng toooo bbe baack a t the apaftkent tiinnnight. sRrrry.

edgar. where the fuck are you? why are you drunk?