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oop—lemme rb this here, too 🧍

this blog is becoming an archive now, dms and everything are still open of course, but all content I post here (including rb’s for ifs, twc, and everything else) will just now be on my main blog: @gin-o-clock! see you on the other side if you want, and if not, thanks for hanging around this long, it’s been a pleasure 🥲🫂

*dramatic bow and exit*

💛, rara

personal update: so I’d like to ~*officially*~ change the state of my blog 💀 I’ve barely been popping into tumblr this past week and it’s just made me realise between the f*sebox drama, t*c shit-show, and just personal feelings — I just cannot give my all anymore lol. so I’d rather have all my interests in one place/one blog. I’ll keep @rosygray live for the original stuff I’ve posted on there but from this point on, this’ll just be a fandom blog for all the ifs, cogs, visual novels, whatever stories lol, and etc that are my beloveds (or soon will be 😈💍).  

I was really hesitant on saying anything at all and just let people figure it out—bc it’s really not that big of a deal, I know—but I’ve got some lovely mutuals on both ends, and thought I’d give people a chance to unfollow (either one) if they wanted to lmao

this is a long way of saying: I’ll be posting and rb’ing both litg and twc content here bc I still have got love for them but just thought this would be easier on my peanut brain with managing new hyperfixations lol

and for anyone who cares, I’m still writing my fic and making litg stuff in general, but working on some little things for new OCs & other characters that I’m excited to share! smooches for all of you who want to stick around and no hard feelings if you’re just here for solely litg content & wanna dip. cheers to consolidating! 

💛, rara

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Summer in Wayhaven day 6: Farmer’s market

Sadly, I didn’t have time to finish this one, so I’m not tagging it for the event, but I was proud of the lineart. Maybe I finish it when I get back, maybe not, who knows, not me.

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Summer in Wayhaven day 5: Camping

I can't think of anything lonelier than spending the rest of my life with someone I can't talk to, or worse, someone I can't be silent with.

If you ask Nora, she will never say the best dates of her life were those that weren’t really a date.

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7/15/21 - Camping

Stange encounters on a friend's camping getaway

@wayhavensummer get the x-files music

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not to sound blunt but- how ~experienced~ are the RO’s sexually? I looked and I couldn’t find a post where this was answered but I might’ve missed it, so if it’s already been asked sorry :)

Under the cut 👇

SO quantifying ~sexual experience~ is tricky to do, and none of the characters are blushing virgins by any stretch hahaha. Taking into account a range of factors, I’ve put together the following ranking (from most to least):

Syd > Atticus > Rowan > Florrie > Arthur > Nyra > Ellis > Griffin > Avery > Charlie > Adegoke > Vinh > Imogen

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In crushing stage, how would the ROs react to MC coming up and leaning very close, to reach something behind the RO then leaving?

Hi Anon,

I hope you’re doing well! 💚

Oh, I like this scenario–the closeness, the uncertainty, the >.> what are they doing? aspect of it all.  Yesss.

Crushing Stage

B nearly knocks into the shelf when you get that close to them, even though the two of you have been close in the past. They try to downplay their reaction with a quick smile, before just as quickly turning away from you, clenching their eyes shut for a second while they mentally berate their own awkwardness. B reaches the item for you and turns back around to hand it over, extending their arm more than needed to create some space. “Here you go.”

“Do you need help with that?” S asks, remaining where they stand, but also quirking a brow at how close you are to them; their neutrality becomes a little cooler to hide how this makes them feel. What are you doing? What are they doing? Impassivity fails to hide how they have recently been looking at you more curiously and for longer lengths of time. “Let me know, if you need help…”

R’s hands raise imperceptibly as if they want to reach out and touch you or draw you closer to them, though they ignore that urge and hold steady eye contact with you. It may appear like they are staring you down because no smile or smirk plays at their lips; their expression is intense. They can’t tell if you are doing this on purpose or if it’s all innocent; R is bothered by the fact they are thinking too much about your motive, but they refuse to move away. “Do you need something?” Their question comes out a little sharper than they intended (that sharpness isn’t directed at you, but at R’s own uncertainty.)

J would go still as soon as you near them, tense posture stiffening that much more when you lean close to them. They offer a quick, hushed apology for being in your way and carefully skirt away from you, ensuring that there is no touch, graze, or brush of contact with you. J may keep a bit of distance from you until they get their reaction under control…Or bury it down enough with other things. You may notice in the future that whatever you were reaching for now occupies a new spot in the room–one that is easily in reach at all times. 

Thank you for your ask!

(Yes, the update will be today (8th July). I’m finishing my third? fourth? read through whilst having a bagel my cat keeps tapping. I’m excited.💚)

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Summer in Wayhaven day 4: Water

Verda asked Tina and Inés to take care of the garden while he was away. What happened next will surprise no one.

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"Aelsa, i need to know: how susceptible are the ROs to puppy eyes?" Hi Yajaira! I hope you're doing well! 💚 Oh, I could see this coming up in game...Eventually. Let’s assume that the MC wants them to agree to something in this scenario. Most to least effective: B, J, R, and then S. "No..." B says the word faintly, attempting to harden their expression when you are giving them that adorable--no, that devious look. "Please don't make that face.” They will cave shortly afterwards to what the MC is requesting as long as there isn’t any harm/danger to the MC or themself involved. (I know some of you will be playing more chaotic MCs, which is why I added that, lol.) B can actually make effective puppy eyes, but are the type to do it without really realizing it or their effectiveness? 🤣 S will quirk a brow at you, taking your hand to soften what they are about to say next. “Still no, but you’re cute,” they deny you oh so sweetly, linking your fingers one by one to feel the sensation of your palm slotting into their own. They glance back up, tilting their head a little when you jut your bottom lip out further to pout. “If you really want to do that, tell me the reasons why and I’ll listen, but it’s hard to listen when you’re being cute.” They may cave after the talk and will keep a hold of your hand during it. "There is something wrong with your face," R quips, glancing away to pointedly look elsewhere, though that doesn't last for more than a few seconds because they turn their head back to you. "You want to see real puppy eyes? I’ll show them to you.” Their lips form a sulky pout; they dip their head down a little to look up at you through their lashes, going slightly wide-eyed to further the innocent, pleading vibe in a way that makes the blue to their eyes stand out more. Most people would yield to R’s face; who knows if you do or if it is a puppy dog eye stare off... If you persist with your pouting, R may kiss the expression away, pulling back to murmur a petulant “fine” against your lips to show they agree with your request. J will crumble, but it is a slower erosion than with B. (I would be surprised what you would ask of them that they would not agree to assist you with or be there for you; they can be quite devoted) A slow blink is given to you before they exhale a soft sigh, wondering if you will keep up the puppy eyes now that you have their full attention. “A used to do this to me too when they wanted something they were told they couldn’t have...I could sometimes say no to them.” J couldn’t really and definitely can’t with you. J raises a hand to cup your jaw, running a gentle thumb along your bottom lip to smooth away the pout to it. “You only had to ask me and I would agree, you know that, right?” Thank you for your ask! 😊

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water

day 4 of @wayhavensummer

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T Rating

Farah x Detective (Genie, she/her)

~1k words (somehow)

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Genie huffs as she wipes sweat from her brow once again, the motion feeling like a repeating tape tugging at Genie’s muscles. “Stupid - Ridiculous - Waste of - Damn it!” she snaps, the wrench she was messing with clattering against the metal of her car engine as it falls.

Her engine started smoking ten minutes ago as she pulled away from the warehouse, and every second since then has been filled with a string of curses and growing frustration. Not only is she pissed as hell, she’s also late to work.

Retreating, Genie slams the hood of her car down with more force than necessary. She stalks to her window, toying with the stupid, blasted tool that must be broken if it doesn’t work, still muttering incoherently to herself when she feels something freezing splash across her back, sending a shiver breaking across her neck.

She whirls around, raising the wrench in a threat when her eyes land on Farah, the grin spread across her face, and the water balloon clutched in her hands. The wrench lowers, fractionally.

“Got you!” Farah announces, nearly bouncing up and down.

Genie frowns, shaking out her clinging shirt. “Why exactly?”

“Because you were right there, all oblivious and everything.”

“Why do you have water balloons?” Genie’s arms cross over her chest, stern with a wrench dangling from her fingers in comparison to Farah, arms open wide and inviting with more balloons grasped in her hands.

“For this!” Farah lobs another one at the detective, laughing loudly when it breaks across her shirt, soaking the fabric.

Sputtering, Genie starts desperately shaking out her shirt, trying to instantly dry it out. “I have work!”

“So?”

“So now I’m all wet!”

“You’re welcome,” the vampire winks, all charm and mischievous smiles.

“Farah!”

The vampire throws another, the blue breaking on the back window of Genie’s car this time. Her bottom lip juts out in a teasing pout, “Fight back or this is no fun!”

“Oh, I’ll fight -”

“With balloons, with balloons!” Farah laughs, Genie’s threat falling flat when she looks like a drowned rat. “They’re at the warehouse,” she manages through her laughter.

Genie drops the wrench where she stands, breaking into a sudden run, her fingers gripping the chainlink of the fence surrounding the warehouse when she rounds it. Her feet nearly skid out from under her, but she eventually slides to a stop beside two buckets of water balloons at opposing sides of the decaying warehouse, a hose discarded to the side.

Footsteps pound from behind her, drawing closer and closer as her fingers close around a red balloon. She whirls, launching it in the direction of the noise, and gesturing triumphantly when it explodes against Farah’s shoulder.

The vampire grins wickedly, “Oh, it is on.” She makes it to her stash of balloons, grabbing as many as she can hold in her arms and starts throwing them without care.

Genie responds in kind, ducking behind a half-standing wall to keep her leg dry when she can. Water soaks her clothes, her hair, the ground beneath her feet, and she begins to wonder how Farah managed to make so many balloons.

One breaks against the wall beside her head, the green balloon splitting open in a momentarily distracting display. Farah’s head pops up, eyes wide and lips pressed in a tight line. “Sorry!”

Stepping out quickly, Genie launches a balloon in her direction, the blue breaking before Farah’s position, splashing the side of her face. “We’re even!” Genie shouts back.

They carry on, the massive supplies Genie still doesn’t know how Farah made dwindling smaller and smaller. Eventually, Genie’s down to the last few, taking careful aim as she nails her opponent in the arm one last time.

“I’m out! Truce!” rings through the warehouse.

Genie pauses, listening carefully for a second and slowly stepping out from behind her cover when no sounds of deceit can be heard. Farah stands out in the open, hands up in surrender and a tired but happy smile on her face. One last balloon hits her in the chest, taking her aback before she breaks into even more laughter.

Drops of water still dripping from her skin, Genie crosses her arms over her chest, the fabric of her shirt stuck to her. “Now truce.” She fights a smile at the breaks for air Farah has to take, silently glowing with pride from the perfectly lobbed balloon.

Farah straightens, still smiling widely, and begins wringing out the fabric of her top. “Still have to go to work?” she looks up from beneath her lashes, hopping on one foot to tug off a shoe.

“I should probably change my…” Genie gestures, realising how futile it is to point out any one thing a second later, “...everything.”

“So that’s a no?”

“For now.”

“Then I can do…” Farah darts down, fingers tightening around the forgotten hose and pulls the trigger, aiming it at Genie’s upper body, “This?!” she laughs.

It sprays across Genie’s chest and shoulders, covering her beyond salvation by the time Farah releases the trigger a beat later.

“I win!” Farah announces sweetly, clasping her hands before her and swaying on her feet.

Genie flings her wrists, water flying from her hands, and begins wiping off her face. “Next time you throw a balloon at me, I’m throwing the wrench back.” She moves on to her arms and legs, swiping the droplets from her skin as best she can.

Farah’s bright laugh rings from above her, Genie’s dark eyes glancing up to find the vampire standing right before her. “It’s not as threatening when I can’t even see you!” Farah’s fingers, light and gentle, carefully push the loose strands of Genie’s hair behind her ears, touch warming Genie’s cheeks as it remains. “There,” her voice softens, no longer filled with bubbling laughter, but with burning adoration.

“There,” Genie repeats, her own dark eyes peering into Farah’s, mirroring every thought and emotion without anything to hide it anymore. Not her hair, not her deflection, not her outright denial, and not even her desire to hide it.

It’s all there, and there’s no taking it back now.

Not like she wants to, anyway, with the way Farah’s beaming at her, as accepting as always.

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I love u mr big tall buff and awkward Oliver thank you @anya-dev for creating him 💖💗💕❣️💞♥️✨😌

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Who are each of the ROs (+ Nicks) role models, if they have any?

Sally: Her dads who are "the best humans in existence." Raising a Precog child couldn't have been easy for two Lo-Pos, but they never once made her feel anything but loved and accepted.

Gray: Nick, but not in the traditional mentorship way. Those two compensate for each other's weaknesses and somewhat wish that they could be more like the other.

Kent/Kenna: Doesn't really have a role model. People have tended to let K down.

Glitch: Rosy (Glitch would rather die than admit this, though).

Rosy: Also Rosy. Less jokingly, Sun Tzu and Hannibal Barca.

Nick: Grayson (theirs is a friendship of extreme mutual respect). Also John.

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Buried Love Character Posters

I’ve finished sharing all of the Character Posters for the characters who have appeared so far in the game. I hope they give a little insight into why the characters have all signed up for Buried Love. In case you missed any, the links to all of them are here:

Aayush | Fleur | Abe | Catarina | Eli | Lily | Zein | Rota | Cerri | Alex

If you have any ideas of anything you’d like to see/ know about the characters let me know ❤️

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Guess Who? - Round One

Our art and character teams have been working hard to create a group of diverse contestants and you might just be able to make them out... if you squint😉

But there's no fun in keeping all the power to ourselves, so we're here to ask you all a very important question:

Which of our unique contestants do you want to see first?

Vote in our straw poll below to choose which character gets a reveal and which ones will remain hidden in the depths...

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In light of recent events, I just wanted to make a post to once to make a few things crystal clear about myself, my characters, and my relationship to this community.

The first is that, as a white author, I want to make a public commitment to not only listen to readers of colour, but to decisively take action in addressing any issues that are raised.

I know that I have spoken before on this blog about my issues with ~hate mail~ etc, but I just want to make it absolutely clear that I do not consider valid criticism of my work to fall into this category, and I will always welcome and appreciate readers coming forward with any concerns about the way that I portray my characters or conduct myself on this blog. While I hope that I won’t get things wrong too often, please feel free to call me on it if/when I do, and I’ll do what I can to fix it!

I also want to say that I absolutely don’t vibe with discrimination or hate speech of any kind, and I won’t stand for it on my blog, in my mentions or in Discord. This should be something that goes without saying, but to avoid any ambiguity, I think it’s best that I spell it out!

It also seems timely to provide some more information about the Body Count cast. My lovely pal @whoreromancer​ has put together some skin tone references for me and I hope that they will be useful going forward to anyone who is interested in drawing or making edits for the cast!

I am so appreciative and frankly still totally blown away that anyone would ever want to draw the little people that exist in my brain and I realise that I probably should have shared something like this sooner, but I didn’t really anticipate the need for it! If anyone who has drawn fanart of the characters and their skin tones are lighter than the ones referenced, then I would be beyond grateful if you get the time to update ❤

This also seems like a good time to restate the characters’ ethnicities, which I know I’ve answered before, but perhaps a little more vaguely than I should have. It’s worth noting that all characters except Charlie were born in the UK and would identify as British, but have a range of ethnic backgrounds.

Arthur, Atticus, Avery, Florrie, Griff, Imogen & Syd are all white. Florrie is Polish and Atticus is Irish-Spanish.

Ellis is mixed race; their mother was mixed Colombian, and their father was Welsh.

Rowan is mixed race; her father was Mongolian, and her mother is Scottish.

Adegoke is Yoruba.

Vinh is Vietnamese.

Nyra is Tamil Indian.

Charlie is mixed race; his father is Māori, and his mother was mixed race (white British and Zulu South African).

I hope that this will be a useful resource, but I’m happy to take any questions that anyone, particularly readers of colour, might have xoxoxo

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family picnic - featuring the bishop-du mortain family for @wayhavensummer day 3 (picnic)

thank you to the amazing @javsarts for bringing one of my favorite scenarios to life (mentioned in bucket list and play wrestling, snippet below). I love every little thing about this - the lighting, colors, the smiles! I could not have pictured this scene any better with jacques rook, cecilia rebecca, and baby philip (just look at him with the daisies in his hand!!!! 🥺)

adam is from the wayhaven chronicles (by @seraphinitegames). I own everyone else.

*goes without saying, but do not repost or use for your own oc(s).

scenario from bucket list when regina knows she's running out of time to decide whether to turn (spoiler alert: she doesn't) included under the cut!

regina watched adam play with their children from where she was sitting on the porch, pretending that ten-year-old jacques and seven-year-old cecilia were able to pin him to the ground. she smiled as their youngest, four-year-old philip, waddled over and placed a fistful of daisies on adam’s face, before sitting down and rearranging them with a look of concentration on his round face.

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Summer in Wayhaven day 3: Picnic

Julieta, la noche no es un momento, pero un momento puede durar toda la noche// Juliet, night isn’t a moment, but one moment can last the whole night long- Federico García Lorca

A quiet moment between Nat Sewell and detective Lamia Ezzatri (she/her) for @wayhavensummer

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