#Rosabell Moon

[alicraft336]

Bad Sanses + Crescent, Angst & Merciless: Nicknames For Each Other

Characters (& their creators): Nightmare is made by jokublog, Dust is made by ask-dusttale, Horror is made by sour-apple-studios, Killer is made by rahafwabas, Crescent is made by lunnar-chan, Angst is made by naomiisenju, & Merciless I have no idea who he's made by

Warning: Cursing (even though it only happened once) & Cringy Nicknames

-Positive!Nightmare and Corrupted!Nightmare are not the same person; they just share the same body. Unless said otherwise it's Positive!Nightmare who's dating the reader, Corrupted!Nightmare is just there, basically being a third wheel. They somewhat get along because they kind of have to. Positive!Nightmare goes by Night well Corrupted!Nightmare goes by Corrupt or Mare

-Crescent, Angst and Merciless Nightmare is different from the one I mentioned above, there version of him is just a dick

-These are just my headcanon's as to what these characters would call you.

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Nightmare:

His for you: Moonlight, My Love/Love, My Dear/Darling, My Queen (he'll call you 'My Queen' no matter your gender identity), Princess/Prince

Yours for him: King Octopus or just Octopus, Nootmare/Noot Noot, Nighty, My King

≿━━━━━━━━༺🌑༻━━━━━━━━≾  Dust:

His for you: Hun, Sweetie/Sweetheart, last shred of my sanity, Babe

Yours for him: Dusty, Dust Bunny or just Bunny, Lazy mother MF (as a joke)

≿━━━━━━━━༺👻༻━━━━━━━━≾  Horror:

His for you: Honeybun or just Honey, Bunny, Sweetie Pie, Love, Sweetie

Yours for him: Love Bug, Teddy Bear

≿━━━━━━━━༺🍴༻━━━━━━━━≾  Killer:

His for you: Love/Loveliest, Darling/Dear, Hun, Honey, Sweetie/Sweetheart, Babe, Hot Stuff, (he's probably used every nickname you could call a lover at least once)

Yours for him: Killz, Mr. Flirt, Babe

≿━━━━━━━━༺🔪༻━━━━━━━━≾  Crescent:

His for you: He's not that big on nicknames and prefers to use your real name, if he's going to use a nickname for you he'll just use one he knows you've been called by for a while

Yours for him: Cres, Emo Boi/Depressed Boi (it switches between those two depending on the day, he hates them both but he knows you ain't wrong)

≿━━━━━━━━༺🌙༻━━━━━━━━≾  Angst:

His for you: like Crescent; he's not that big on nicknames and prefers to use your real name, but every once in a while he'll call you Love

Yours for him: as I've said, he's not that big on nicknames so just call him by his name, if you want to give him a nickname he won't say no but he prefers for you to use his name

≿━━━━━━━━༺🌷༻━━━━━━━━≾  Merciless:

His for you: Mine, My Love/Love, My Dear/My Dearest, My Queen (like NootNoot; he'll call you 'My Queen' no matter your gender identity), Princess/Prince

Yours for him: he hates it when you give him pet names, but you call him 'His Majesty' or 'My King' and most of the time it's in a mocking tone

≿━━━━━━━━༺👑༻━━━━━━━━≾   Bonus Characters!:

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Sun Morningstar:

His for you: Firefly, Sunshine, Angel, My Dear/My Darling, My Queen (he'll call you 'My Queen' no matter your gender identity)

Yours for him: Sunny, Your Majesty, Honey

≿━━━━━━━━༺☀༻━━━━━━━━≾ Moon Morningstar:

His for you: Shooting Star, Starlight

Yours for him: My Moon, Nightlight

≿━━━━━━━━༺🌕༻━━━━━━━━≾ Echo Shine/Morningstar:

His for you: My Gem, Crystal (if that's not your name), Diamond, My First Love

Yours for him: Man I don't fucking know even though he's my character xd

≿━━━━━━━━༺💎༻━━━━━━━━≾ Rosabell Moon:

His for you: Rosebud, Sugar, Sugar Lips, My Dear/My Darling/My Dearest, My Love, Honey, Cutie, Gorgeous (he's a bit like Killer, he's probably used every nickname you could call a lover at least once) 

Yours for him: he doesn't care what you call him

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I ran out of ideas halfway through this-

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Lets try mobile lol. Songs for the ask game (couples or singles your choice). Tribulation - Stripped by Matt Maeson, Ava by Famy, Dancing in The Moonlight by Toploader, The American Dream by The Federal Empire - lorettastwilight

Tribulation

Honestly this doesn’t really fit any of my ocs but I’ll go with Aaliya Andrews and Jason Blossom - I think I’m better on my own/But I get so lost in you

Ava

Rosabelle x Ben (ironically she shouldn’t love him but she also should when they’re together but she’s torn between he and Harry) - My conscience burning/My eyes are too/Cuddled up with a heart condemned/I should love you and I swear I do

Dancing In The Moonlight

Abigayle x Allison x Scott - We get it almost every night/When that moon is big and bright/It's a supernatural delight/Everybody's dancin' in the moonlight

The American Dream

I’m really sorry - I tried my best but I can’t think of a single character or ship that this works for

Send me a song and I’ll tell you which OC(s) it fits best

[apparentlyantelope]

rosabelle’s a big tiddy goth milf

[fancstss]

spider man fancast

ele fanning as gwen stacy, the ghost spider

caleb mclaughlin as miles morales, the ultimate spider man

lee ji eun as cindy moon, the silk

victoria moroles as anya corazon, the araña

stephanie beatriz as jessica drew, the spiderwoman

rosabell laurenti sellers as felicia hardy, the black cat

harrison osterfield as harry osborn, the second green goblin

jason isaacs as norman osborn, the green goblin

[jjuxii]

CHAPTER TWELVE : UNDER THE MOONLIGHT

half smau and written chapter! (scroll)

masterlist | chapter 13

It was already nighttime. The city lights reflected on the waves, the ambiance created by the sea, everything felt peaceful for the both of them. They both sat down on the sand, watching the moon glow.

I think it’s the perfect setting to court her

Yeonjun said to his mind.

He cleared his throat while facing Y/N. Yeonjun was about to confess when he got stunned by her ethereal beauty. He never felt this type of feeling to someone until now.

“I ….like you.”

Y/N felt her heart beating even faster. Of course the feeling was mutual but never in her whole life would she expect a simple yet romantic confession at the seashore.

“May I court you?” Yeonjun mumbled. Y/N felt her cheeks heat up at the question. “I like you too and yes you may court me.” Y/N replied. Yeonjun looked down trying to hide his blushing state because at this point he was grinning in happiness. He felt over the moon.

Yeonjun moved over next to Y/N and gently engulfed his arms around her. Y/N was engulfed in Yeonjun’s arms under the moonlight…she felt safe.

Everything fell right into place for Yeonjun except for Y/N…

oh to receive a confession under the moonlight

also get ready for some drama on the next chapters (wink)

taglist : @yuakagi​ @bluxjun​ @bettyschwallocksyee @jjhmk @uhmdaddychill @dxlicateee @cyjvk @lost-leopard-beanie @cheorei @squiishymeow @stephsfav @90sni-ki @tsookies @diestheticu @qghosty @ladyiove @rosabelle-choi @ethereallizzz @feireads (bold usernames cannot be tagged)

[sakuramidnight15]

Dark Hunt (Twisted Wonderland AU)

The graves are now moving, the fog is going thicker and wider as it continues to spread. When the sun sets as the full moon rises, they appear on the run in these strange dimensions, enter their land as a group or alone, and then never return alive or return dead...

Their faces aren't even seen but they only called by their posted names on the 'Wanted Kill' posters and their identities remain hidden forever... As any blood spills, the ones who enter this fog can either pass away or be forever lost with no way out...

But rare chances... That these wanted hunters would guide lost ones back to where they came from... But it was only a mere rumor... or that's what others just thought...

For the wanted but unseen hunters, they can blend in with others undetected from others by daylight, but they can return to the giant blanket of the fog unseen as night-time begins to falls...

Not everything is fine that way...

At least that's only for them to know either way...

It's either for evil v.s. evil...

Or for an ally to an ally...

A never-ending war when midnight strikes...

Survive at its final word...

(Morefully a horror fantasy mixed with DBD AU XD)

Warning: Mentions of Gore, Paranormal, Murder, Kidnapping, and More. Best to Beware.

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Name of the Location: The Lost Marshlands

According to the lost legends, many incidents in the past took place in these foggy woods, apparently no body knows if anyone survived one night in these woods...

Needless to say... The thick blanket of fog that surrounds the whole entire forest had never even left...

Not even once...

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The Wanted Hunters List:

Chizuko: Known as 'Carmen'.

(A girl adorned of black and red, all believed she's a true mysterious beauty of a red diabolical possession...)

Tatsuo: Known as 'Azure'.

(A boy dressed of black and blue, many of the women would fall down if they received a possessed blue jeweled gift...)

Haruki: Known as 'Code'.

(A strange technologic but failed experiment... It appears to roam around looking half-human but silent...)

Sasuke: Known as 'Digit'.

(Another of the failed technologist experiment... The only thing you heard is the sound of him humming...)

Lynette: Known as 'Blossom'.

(A mysterious sacrificial bride, or known to turn into a necrophile bride... All white from head to toe is all what they see from her...)

Kiara: Known as 'Melody'.

(Beneath the murky waters, a sad but hypnotizing song will entered for those who approaches her lake...)

Amelia: Known as 'Hawk'.

(She roams the area armed with an bow and arrows which they fade into the sky after a shot was been secured...)

Haru: Known as 'Whisp'.

(He sounds a like typical ghost... But he sounds more alive and killed to others though...)

Rosabel: Known as 'Poppy'.

(A wandering little red flower either exploring or luring others, but keeps appearing from one place to another...)

Chiharu: Known as 'Rabbit'.

(Many can hear her singing a soft lullaby or humming in this forest... With the additional sounds of the large axe...)

Miyoko: Known as 'Raven'.

(She's either seen flying at the sky or seen on the ground with a flock of dead birds...)

Daphne: Known as 'Time'.

(The sound of the old clock keeps ticking for her... But the bell it has never rings a sound...)

Nerine: Known as 'Opera'.

(Her voice felt that she was on stage... However there's no one who wanted to be her audience...)

Freya: Known as 'Meteor'.

(Decided to hide herself in the shadows and refuse to leave... Many could have seen her wings which they were almost burned...)

Yaeko: Known as 'Fortune'.

(To those who have her blessing gift... It might not last long to escape her keen eyes...)

Akio: Known as 'Fuel'.

(From one earthquake to another... He does this to keep his anger in full-check while many tall trees starts to fall...)

Cynthia: Known as 'Glacier'.

(Almost gems are treasure for riches... Many of these gems may became a trap for many for greed...)

Saburou: Known as 'Toxic'.

(You're hearing sounds of soft snoring... But the smell around him might give you a fast drowsy feeling...)

Hibiki: Known as 'Sniper'.

(Russling from bush to bush sounds like a small animal, but a sound of a gun bullet might break the silence...)

Quinn: Known as 'Seek'.

(The feeling of being watched or monitored... Mixed with a never-ending pressure to endure...)

Marleigh: Known as 'Lust'.

(She's already someone you can't even look away... But the last thing is the high-pitch screams of agony...)

Fuyuhiko: Known as 'Noise'.

(Near of an ocean... Notice the water ripples? Cause it's a brainwashing effect to be heard for even one listen...)

Whitney: Known as 'Device'.

(A small but creative yet useful objects are always found on the ground... But the owner will always find and get them back...)

Manase: Known as 'Vine'.

(Most of the plants are dying... Some plants are getting a rebirth of growing endlessly...)

Sienna: Known as 'Viperine'.

(Many has seen a silhouette of a elegant woman... But don't you dare to even gaze at her eyes for one second...)

Elijah: Known as 'Recharge'.

(The storm can come especially when being reported to spread the word... One struck of lightning is enough to regain his energy...)

Naoki: Known as 'Judge'.

(Between the lines is justice or injustice... But his hands are known for either right or wrong plans for many...)

Yuzuki: Known as 'Frost'.

(As the blizzard continue to spread on the grounds... Due expect to see someone with a wolverine's blade...)

Irelyn: Known as 'Snow'.

(As the soft ice continues to fall down... Due to see a girl laying on the tree truck with ice in-hand...)

Aimi: Known as 'Charm'.

(She's no simple temple maiden for blessings... For her cursed-tailed charms are far worse than a witch...)

Jovanni: Known as 'Target'.

(The sounds of the sewing machine would be heard for about a minute... But beware to find a corpse with sewed stitching...)

Doremi: Known as 'Splater'.

(At any time you're near the water or far from the land... Many kept hearing the sound of splashing or stabbing below...)

Izumi: Known as 'Slumber'.

(The peaceful sound of someone sleeping... But why is there two shadows instead of one body they carried...)

Chouka: Known as 'Butterfly'.

(Many has seen her as the elegant sword dancer... But her sword is never clean at the end of the performance...)

Sayoko: Known as 'Investigation'

(Justice will always be served tenfold, however the pressure continues if you look direct at her eyes...)

Khamari: Known as 'Dreamscape'

(Sleep well within your bed, however no dream will come whenever he's above your pillow...)

Celestine: Known as 'Doll'.

(A lot of her dolls were found lying on the ground... However one was brought to life to bring prey to her work...)

Arianna: Known as 'Tigress'.

(She runs around the block as if she was making something to wear... Though most of her stained materials are particularly patched...)

Valencia: Known as 'Voice'.

(Harmonic and free, this music would be heard near the shore... Many would feel the taste of an aura through her lyrics...)

Sylvie: Known as 'Scent'.

(The scent of her flowers are spread throughout the field... Though many smell the scent of an eternal slumber...)

Felicity: Known as 'Flame'.

(Many had noticed someone dancing through those massive flames... Although she may be the only one standing...)

Westyn: Known as 'Planner'.

(What a mysterious person... But he seems to know the twisted fates of the ones who wander from here...)

Harper: Known as 'Rose'.

(Elegant red petals kept flying through the wind... Beware the thorns that kept growing beneath them...)

Noelle: Known as 'Daughter'.

(She's only seen once in these woods... Although she's kept mumbling about her 'real' family non-stop...)

Sonia: Known as 'Song'.

(Such a lovely tune filled throughout the silence noise... But her heart may never be healed till the end...)

Souta: Known as 'Clock'.

(A great tower of time has always continue to move it's hands... Although the second hand and the twelve number are missing...)

Keisuke: Known as 'Musician'.

(The strumming of the harp brings heaven to a women's ears... Till a crowd would keep following him and never return...)

Aine: Known as 'Sun'.

(A saintess who shines brightly for others... As many should obey and never mistreated her or else...)

Achlys: Known as 'Moon'.

(A lord who guides as the last for others... As all of the army would start decreasing till the last one is receives none...)

Casimir: Known as 'Boss'.

(A ruthless manager... For those do not follow what was written on paper may get what's coming...)

Cattleya: Known as 'Starlette'.

(As the spotlight hits her on stage... She's the only one who can step into the spotlight without a single fail...)

Dorothea: Known as 'Dealer'.

(This one offers many deals... Do think twice on it before rolling the dice on the floor...)

Geoffrey: Known as 'Instructor'.

(He turns beginners to amateurs... Though many couldn't handle his teachings any longer as the spotlight hits them...)

Hiromi: Known as 'Predetor'

(Throughout silence be on full alert... The spilt second is becoming a full dinner plate without a single stab...)

Toshihiro: Known as 'Sugarcane.'

(Creates delicious sweets that looked breath taking to devour... But this costs a stomach to explode after one bite...)

Shirrira: Known as 'Willow'.

(There's floating blue flames appearing one by one... Though you have wandered off immediately with no turning back...)

Nocturne: Known as 'Shadow'.

(Beneath the depts of these woods may always to spread... There's darkness within every light and dark...)

Othenio: Known as 'Flight'.

(Ones pair of wings would brought eternal freedom... Some are to be their one and only downfall...)

Sunako: Known as 'Bingeater'.

(These red spider lilies would always appears whenever she's around... Though many has heard the sound of endless bites and chewing...)

Alzir: Known as 'Guider'.

(Many has seen his silhouette through the silent trees... But somehow he guides anyone to the middle of nowhere...)

Castiel: Known as 'Ivory'

(Known for his gun of hunting of impurities... Although what he sees is considered to be one of them...)

Deangelo: Known as 'Ebony'

(His swordsmanship skills can bring a better day... But they were never clean after one shed...)

Fenella: Known as 'Bonder'

(She absolutely refused to be one of them ultimate rules... Till she had became bonded with the forsaken tables instead...)

Ismene: Known as 'Destiny'

(A young girl who had disobeyed had created a new path to make would cost her herself to be through onto the road...)

Mireille: Known as 'Crybaby'

(She's purely imperfect, unstabled, and insane... She's is madness if you dare laugh at her way...)

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I added some OCs who BIOs aren't posted yet. So do expect some updates on this.

So yup! They'll come out soon!

Anyways! I had fun making this dark AU!

[https-lovergirl-com]

hi so my new official name given by @chrisappointedbutnotchanprised is : Rosabelle.

"Your name is officially Rosabelle and you're a town girl from the 1850s who just got to know that she's a princess. Just the V I B E S from this picture"

I'm in love.

And another name given by @randomlyblue is Diana. Because : "Diana, Goddess of the moon. Also Princess Diana, the people's princess, and by far the most loved and adored and missed princess in the world."

And as @chrisappointedbutnotchanprised said: "The moon and the rose tangled in one :)"

*sobs* so fricking beautiful. *sobs* I love them *sniffs*

[dr-lizortecho]

from the deep fic writer asks: 8 and 10!

8. does anyone in your personal life know you write fic? if not, would you tell anyone?

exactly two people, and they had very different reactions, my roomate (and dear friend) was over the moon, I even ended up writing her a Kaliz/Malex/Rosabel soulmate au

while my BFF (I love her to death though) told me it was a waste of my potential and nearly died when I told her I had a fic at 80k

10. how has writing positively impacted your mental health or overall mood?

so I get super antsy when I don’t create things, I become irritable and just generally not a delight to be around. So fic writing helps me be a more likeable human (especially after graduating hs and never having time to sit down and draw anymore, cause writing I can do in small increments on my phone vs sitting down with graphites and a sketchbook)

send me a fic ask <3

[brookston]

Holidays 8.30

Holidays

Constitution Day (Kazakhstan, Turks and Caicos Islands)

Festival of Charisteria (Day to Give Thanks; Ancient Rome)

Frankenstein Day

Gai Jatra (Cow Festival, in remembrance of people who died the previous year; Kathmandu Valley, Nepal)

Huey P. Long Day (Louisiana)

International Day of the Disappeared

International Day of the Victims of Enforced Disappearances (UN)

International Whale Shark Day

National Beach Day

National Grief Awareness Day

National Holistic Pet Day

Pinaglabanan Day (Philippines)

Popular Consultation Day (East Timor)

Rowboat Day

Saint Rose of Lima’s Day (Peru)

Slinky Day

Talk Intelligently Day

Victory Day (Turkey)

Food & Drink Celebrations

International Cabernet Sauvignon Day

National Mai Tai Day

National Toasted Marshmallow Day

5th & Last Tuesday in August

Lammas Fair Day (Ballycastle, Ireland) [Last Tuesday]

Touch-A-Heart Tuesday [Tuesday of Be Kind to Humankind Week]

Independence Days

Tatarstan (from Russia, 1990) [not recognized]

Feast Days

Agilus (a.k.a. Aile; Christian; Saint)

Alexander of Constantinople (Eastern Orthodoxy)

Alfredo Ildefonso Schuster (Christian; Blessed)

Black (Positivist; Saint)

Candle in a Wine Bottle Day (Pastafarian)

Charisteria (Old Roman Thanksgiving)

Day of Satisfying the Hearts of the Ennead (Nine Major Gods; Ancient Egypt)

Eustáquio van Lieshout (Christian; Blessed)

Stephen Nehmé, Blessed (Maronite Church / Catholic Church)

Charles Chapman Grafton (Episcopal Church)

Fantinus (Christian; Saint)

Felix and Adauctus (Christian; Martyrs)

Fiacre (Christian; Saint)

Jeanne Jugan (Christian; Saint)

Narcisa de Jesús (Christian; Saint)

Pammachius (Christian; Saint)

The Pullover Sweater (Muppetism)

Rose of Lima (Christian; Saint)

Thor Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Dismal Day (Unlucky or Evil Day; Medieval Europe; 16 of 24)

Egyptian Day (Unlucky Day; Middle Ages Europe) [16 of 24]

Taian (大安 Japan) [Lucky all day.]

Unlucky Day (Grafton’s Manual of 1565) [39 of 60]

Premieres

Bad Girl, by The Miracles (Song; 1959)

Beer (Film; 1985)

Emma (Film; 1996)

The Good Girl (Film; 2002)

Heart-Shaped Box, by Nirvana (Song; 1993)

Highway 61 Revisited, by Bob Dylan (Album; 1965)

The Late Show with David Letterman (Talk Show; 1993)

Santana, by Carlos Santana (Album; 1969)

Surf’s Up, by The Beach Boys (Song; 1971)

What Happened to Monday (Film; 2017)

Today’s Name Days

Felix, Herbert (Austria)

Aleksandar, Aleksandra (Bulgaria)

Didak, Margarita, Petar (Croatia)

Vladěna (Czech Republic)

Albert, Benjamin (Denmark)

Emil, Meljo, Mello, Miljo (Estonia)

Eemeli, Eemi, Eemil (Finland)

Fiacre (France)

Alma, Felix, Heribert, Rebekka (Germany)

Alexandra, Alexandros, Evlalios, Filakas (Greece)

Rózsa (Hungary)

Donato, Fantino (Italy)

Alija, Alvis, Jolanta (Latvia)

Adauktas, Augūna, Gaudencija, Kintenis (Lithuania)

Ben, Benjamin (Norway)

Adaukt, Częstowoj, Gaudencja, Miron, Rebeka, Róża, Szczęsna, Szczęsny, Tekla (Poland)

Ružena (Slovakia)

Íngrid, Pedro (Spain)

Albert, Albertina (Sweden)

Raisa, Rhoda, Rosa, Rosabelle, Rosalie, Rosalind, Rosalinda, Roseanne, Rose, Rosemary, Rosetta, Rosie (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 242 of 2022; 123 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 2 of week 35 of 2022

Celtic Tree Calendar: Coll (Hazel) [Day 25 of 28]

Chinese: Month 8 (Guìyuè), Day 4 (Yi-Mao)

Chinese Year of the: Tiger (until January 22, 2023)

Hebrew: 3 ʼĔlūl 5782

Islamic: 2 Ṣafar 1444

J Cal: 2 Aki; Oneday [2 of 30]

Julian: 17 August 2022

Moon: 11% Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 18 Gutenberg (9th Month) [Black]

Runic Half Month: Rad (Motion) [Day 5 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 70 of 90)

Zodiac: Virgo (Day 7 of 31)

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 8.30

Holidays

Constitution Day (Kazakhstan, Turks and Caicos Islands)

Festival of Charisteria (Day to Give Thanks; Ancient Rome)

Frankenstein Day

Gai Jatra (Cow Festival, in remembrance of people who died the previous year; Kathmandu Valley, Nepal)

Huey P. Long Day (Louisiana)

International Day of the Disappeared

International Day of the Victims of Enforced Disappearances (UN)

International Whale Shark Day

National Beach Day

National Grief Awareness Day

National Holistic Pet Day

Pinaglabanan Day (Philippines)

Popular Consultation Day (East Timor)

Rowboat Day

Saint Rose of Lima’s Day (Peru)

Slinky Day

Talk Intelligently Day

Victory Day (Turkey)

Food & Drink Celebrations

International Cabernet Sauvignon Day

National Mai Tai Day

National Toasted Marshmallow Day

5th & Last Tuesday in August

Lammas Fair Day (Ballycastle, Ireland) [Last Tuesday]

Touch-A-Heart Tuesday [Tuesday of Be Kind to Humankind Week]

Independence Days

Tatarstan (from Russia, 1990) [not recognized]

Feast Days

Agilus (a.k.a. Aile; Christian; Saint)

Alexander of Constantinople (Eastern Orthodoxy)

Alfredo Ildefonso Schuster (Christian; Blessed)

Black (Positivist; Saint)

Candle in a Wine Bottle Day (Pastafarian)

Charisteria (Old Roman Thanksgiving)

Day of Satisfying the Hearts of the Ennead (Nine Major Gods; Ancient Egypt)

Eustáquio van Lieshout (Christian; Blessed)

Stephen Nehmé, Blessed (Maronite Church / Catholic Church)

Charles Chapman Grafton (Episcopal Church)

Fantinus (Christian; Saint)

Felix and Adauctus (Christian; Martyrs)

Fiacre (Christian; Saint)

Jeanne Jugan (Christian; Saint)

Narcisa de Jesús (Christian; Saint)

Pammachius (Christian; Saint)

The Pullover Sweater (Muppetism)

Rose of Lima (Christian; Saint)

Thor Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Dismal Day (Unlucky or Evil Day; Medieval Europe; 16 of 24)

Egyptian Day (Unlucky Day; Middle Ages Europe) [16 of 24]

Taian (大安 Japan) [Lucky all day.]

Unlucky Day (Grafton’s Manual of 1565) [39 of 60]

Premieres

Bad Girl, by The Miracles (Song; 1959)

Beer (Film; 1985)

Emma (Film; 1996)

The Good Girl (Film; 2002)

Heart-Shaped Box, by Nirvana (Song; 1993)

Highway 61 Revisited, by Bob Dylan (Album; 1965)

The Late Show with David Letterman (Talk Show; 1993)

Santana, by Carlos Santana (Album; 1969)

Surf’s Up, by The Beach Boys (Song; 1971)

What Happened to Monday (Film; 2017)

Today’s Name Days

Felix, Herbert (Austria)

Aleksandar, Aleksandra (Bulgaria)

Didak, Margarita, Petar (Croatia)

Vladěna (Czech Republic)

Albert, Benjamin (Denmark)

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Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 242 of 2022; 123 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 2 of week 35 of 2022

Celtic Tree Calendar: Coll (Hazel) [Day 25 of 28]

Chinese: Month 8 (Guìyuè), Day 4 (Yi-Mao)

Chinese Year of the: Tiger (until January 22, 2023)

Hebrew: 3 ʼĔlūl 5782

Islamic: 2 Ṣafar 1444

J Cal: 2 Aki; Oneday [2 of 30]

Julian: 17 August 2022

Moon: 11% Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 18 Gutenberg (9th Month) [Black]

Runic Half Month: Rad (Motion) [Day 5 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 70 of 90)

Zodiac: Virgo (Day 7 of 31)

[thefae-journal]

stuck in the clouds - friends with benefits AU

Fandom: Roswell, New Mexico Ship: Rosabel POV: second person, Rosa

word count: 2,090 originally posted: September 7, 2021 warnings: implied sexual content ig

summary: Rosa and Isobel agree on a friends-with-benefits arrangement. Only, there's one problem: Rosa's in love with Isobel.

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You’re not sure what you got yourself into. You just remember saying “yes” to this arrangement without thinking if it was a good idea or not. The thought of getting to sleep with Isobel Evans whenever you wanted to pushed any logical thought into the shadows of your brain, never to be touched again. You have feelings for her, love feelings. Somehow, you came to the conclusion that a friends-with-benefits arrangement was easier than actually saying how you feel. You get to kiss her, touch her, love her. It’s all the same, right?

Two months ago, she kissed you first. She suggested a friendship bonding sleepover, mostly so she could catch you up on everything in those ten years that you missed, including what happened last year, because you were dead, stuck in a glowing pod. And the more that she told you the things of the past, the more you understood everything now. You weren’t caught in this fog anymore, and for once, it felt nice. 

You lay with her, under the comforter, face-to-face, as small talk bounced around the dark room. You were close to her, despite the amount of space left on her side of the bed. You didn’t mind it though, Isobel being this close to you. If anything, it scared you. Your feelings sparked, and you kept wondering if Isobel would notice the shuttering of your breathing. Maybe her noticing your uneven breathing made her take that leap. Or maybe it was something else, that you were both alone, in the dark, in Isobel’s bed. 

She brought her hand to your cheek and leaned forward slowly to press her soft, pink lips to your own. At first, you pulled away, although you didn’t want to because damn, her lips were fluffy clouds, the softest of clouds that you’ve ever kissed.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, and turned her back to you. “I shouldn’t have done that.” 

You reached out to her and settled your hand on her forearm. “Isobel.” You trailed your hand down her arm, down her side, to her hip, where your hand curved just right to fit Isobel’s form. “I shouldn’t have reacted like that.” 

Isobel’s breath hitched, and she guided your hand to her chest to hold close. “I still shouldn’t--” 

“Look at me.” 

She did, and you kissed her second, a heated passion. And hours passed of you clawing at her skin, begging for more, begging for her to just touch you. While you trembled under her and your fist gripped her hair, internally, you were crying. Your feelings for her were blossoming, causing you so much pain, and yet, you let her be between your legs and lick you clean. 

Now, you lie on top of her, your head resting on her chest. Clothes are scattered around Isobel’s bedroom on the floor and the end of her bed. The moon is at its peak, and the only light that’s keeping the darkness away is the little lamp on Isobel’s side table.

You’ve been in this situation several times before, at least twice a week for the past two months. It still feels unreal to you. She isn’t yours. She doesn’t love you too. It’s just feelingless sex. Even though the sex is great, the thing you look forward to the most is her holding you in such a vulnerable state, bodies bare and exposed. Sometimes, you wonder why she does this with you, that she’s so willing to just hold you when your arrangement with her is supposed to only involve sex, nothing fluffy, nothing that makes your stomach fill with those stupid honeymoon phase butterflies. You fall for it every time. 

Isobel guides her fingers along your spine, and you hum in content in response. “I’ve been thinking a lot about this, Rosa.” 

“This?” You glance up at her. 

“Yeah.”

“What about it?” 

“I think it would be best if we didn’t do this anymore.”

The butterflies you always feel, but don’t want to feel, with Isobel sink, wings broken and shattered. Oddly, you wish for them to come back because it doesn’t feel right without them buzzing around the walls of your stomach. “I don’t understand,” you whisper. 

“I started talking with someone, and I really like her, a lot. I want to be with her.” Isobel runs her hand over your thick, black locks, once. “I can’t have sex with you, Rosa, and be with her at the same time. It’s not right.” 

You sit up, and from the movements of the mattress below you, you know Isobel does, too. Water burns in your eyes. You can’t let those building tears fall. You can’t be weak around her. Gosh, if only you told her. If you just fucking told her how you feel… 

“Okay.” You hop off the bed and gather your clothes. “If that’s what you want. I won’t fight you, Isobel.” Your voice shakes. You set your clothes on Isobel’s bed and turn your back to her as you change, slipping on your undergarments, then t-shirt and jeans. “I’m really happy that you found someone, Isobel.” Lie. “After everything with Noah, you deserve it, someone that truly cares.” You. You wish anyway. 

“Thanks. That means a lot coming from you. I appreciate it.” 

There’s shuffling. You can’t see it with your back turned, but Isobel is moving about her room. A drawer opens. You take a quick glimpse, and she’s putting on a new shirt, not the one you pulled off her a few hours ago. The fabric falls down her back just right. 

...

Three months have gone by since Isobel ended the arrangement. Not much has happened since then, not for you anyway. You’d sometimes see Isobel and her girlfriend come into the Crashdown together. You’d take their orders and pretend that whatever you had with Isobel didn’t ever exist. If there was even anything that you had with her. The arrangement wasn’t anything. Nothing. You keep telling yourself that, but your love for her still peeks out from your chest whenever you see her, hear her. 

You’d spend nights lying in your bed, wishing she was holding you like she used to, her tall frame curled around your small one. Kissing your head and whispering to you that you’re beautiful. The whole sex thing would be far from your mind. 

The Crashdown closes in about ten minutes, and you have a few more tables left to clean before you can retire for the night. Liz got off shift an hour or so earlier, leaving you to finish up and close. You don’t mind. You understand that Liz has other things. Max, science, and, well, Max. 

She moved in with him a few weeks ago, and you can’t be any happier. You finally have the room to yourself. Although, it is kind of strange just having an extra bed a stray in the room, but it reminds you that Liz is still here even when she’s not. 

You never told Liz about your situation with Isobel. You know that she’s your sister and that you can tell her anything at all, but you’re afraid that the words, “I’m in love with Isobel Evans,” falling from your lips will make it real. You’re trying to get over her and move on. Find someone else, just like she did. It does pain you that she has found someone, clenches your veins until they run dry. As much as you love her, you love seeing her happy. 

You finish the last table with a sigh and raise your arms up to stretch. Sleep is near. You set the cloth down on the table and go to the door to turn the sign, but movement in the window stops you. Blonde locks reflect in the glass, swift in a light stride. You focus on the figure under the sidewalk’s lights before they disappear around the corner out of your view. You question who’s out so late. Well, what you consider late anyway.

Clearing your throat, you continue to the door. And as you go to turn the sign, eyes meet yours. Isobel’s eyes. The ones that stay forever clear in the back of your mind. Eyes that used to stare into yours with such care and gentleness. Looked you up and down as her hands pulled your shirt over your head, then her lips sealed your shaking breath with a kiss. What fell after that feels like a vivid dream. A dream that lasted two months. 

You let the sign be and open the door. “Izzie,” you exhale. “Is everything okay?” 

Isobel fiddles with her jacket sleeve, clicking the metal button in, then pulling it out, then clicking it again. “Can I come in?”

...

It’s been an hour of silence passing through the walls of your bedroom. She’s sitting rather close to you on your bed--you don’t mind--and looking everywhere but you. It’s harsh to say that she’s wasting your time, but she is wasting your time. You could be working on some new art right now or literally anything. A part of you wonders if maybe Isobel is waiting for you to start the conversation. Maybe she’s too afraid to. Perhaps, then, you’re wasting your own time. 

You close your eyes for a moment and breathe before settling your hand on Isobel’s. Your fingers curl around her hand.

She exhales and finally speaks. “I broke up with my girlfriend.”

“Isobel…” You squeeze her hand. 

To be completely honest, you aren’t sure what to say. You’ve dealt with a hand-full of your own break-ups, but you’ve never had someone come to you about theirs. Well, maybe except Liz. But you know Liz. You know how she works mentally. You know how she prefers to be comforted. Although you did spend two months of your resurrected life sleeping with Isobel, you don’t know what she wants, what she needs in situations like this. So you wait for words to bleed through her lips, and they do. 

“Last week. I couldn’t lie to myself anymore. Play some game of pretend.” Isobel shakes her head. “I had already done that my whole life, and you know how that turned out.” 

“I don’t understand, Isobel,” you say, concern bubbling inside you. 

Isobel scoffs and pulls her hand out from under yours. “You don’t have to understand, Rosa. This is something that I have to deal with.” 

Concern fades away and confusion hits you like a train. You ask, “Why did you break up with her? You seemed so happy with her, the happiest I’ve ever seen you.” 

“Not as happy as I was with you,” Isobel mumbles. She turns away from you, wrapping her arms around herself. 

She’s small, vulnerable. And just seeing her like this aches your heart. You almost forget what she said to you. You never processed this because worry about Isobel came back to haunt you. You let those words play over and over again in your head until it makes sense, until you understand. 

“You were happier with me? I don’t--” You shake your head. “What we had wasn’t even…”

You think back. You and Isobel did more than just have sex. More than what a friends-with-benefits arrangement would be. This is why, isn’t it? Why she was so gentle and loving. Why she held you as if you were hers and only hers. Because, internally, she liked you, too--likes you, too. No--loves you, too. 

You move closer to her. “Izzie? Look at me, please.”

Isobel glances over her shoulder, and your eyes meet in a spark of light, full of love and tenderness. Soft and warm. So warm, like a nice blanket. And now, you’re shielded from the cold.

“I was really happy with you, too,” you say. “Long before we…” 

There’s a long pause. A moment where the whole world stops moving, and you can hear almost everything, feel everything. Where the only two people in the world are you and Isobel. And nothing, nothing, can make that untrue. 

Well, maybe besides Isobel’s response. 

You try not to think about that now, worry about that now, because you know from what she told you that her response would match with how she’s currently looking at you. How you’re currently looking at her. 

“Long before we what, Rosa?” she asks, turning back to face you. “Hmm?” Isobel’s hand finds your cheek and caresses it, brushes her thumb right by your lips. 

She doesn’t let you answer. 

Your words get stuck in clouds.

[soracities]

Hope you don’t mind, but do you happen to know any lines/quotes regarding roses?

“Rose whose soul unfolds white petaledTouch her soul rose-white;Rose whose thoughts unfold gold petaledBlossom in her sight;Rose whose heart unfolds red petaledQuick her slow heart’s stir;Tell her white, gold, red my love is;And for her,– for her.”

— Angelina Weld Grimke, “Rosabel”

“Come; and we will be silent for a while. / Look at this rose on the corner of my desk: / isn’t the light around it just as timid / as the light on you?”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, “Requiem for a Friend”

“Night-dew on your fringe, unravelings of cotton, / the gloss of mother-of-pearl, / iris and Damascene rose… “

— Saadi Youssef, “Old Pictures from Kout Al-Zain“

“At the temple and the mosque the rose petals lay all night perfuming the stunned water.”

— Agha Shahid Ali, “Water”

“I am a new rose.My redness, wild hallucinations,and my thorns, prison cellswith views of the moon.Yesterday someone touched me,but did not pick me.I was tough.I didn’t give him any of my petals.Tomorrow when people pass by,my leaves will remind themof things that never were,and they will leave my dry head barecontemplating the new roseswhich were not here yesterday.”

— Dunya Mikhail, “Tough Rose”

“[I] saw a sunset in Querétaro that seemed to reflect the color of a rose in Bengal...”

— Jorge Luis Borges, “The Aleph”

“Red rose, / Red rose, / Red rose: / He took me to the rose garden, / And in darkness, he threaded / a read rose in my ruffled hair, / And made love with me / On a red rose petal.”

— Forough Farrokhzad, “Red Rose”

“The rose was created by Chloris, the Goddess of flowers. One day she found the lifeless body of a nymph in the woods and turned her into a flower. Chloris called upon Aphrodite who gave the flower beauty and Dionysus who added nectar to give it a sweet fragrance. Zephyrus, God of the West Wind, blew the clouds away so Apollo could shine and make the flower bloom.”

— Bryan Sisson, Peribology: A Budding of Secrets

“You’re lovely, but you’re empty,” he went on. “One couldn’t die for you. Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she’s the one I’ve watered. Since she’s the one I put under glass. Since she’s the one I sheltered behind a screen. Since she’s the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except the one or two for butterflies). Since she’s the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she’s my rose.”

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

“Become like the rose and live silently: / If you have to speak, utter nothing but fragrance.”

— Adonis, “In the Embrace of Another Alphabet”

“But there are roses, there are still roses. In the damp and the cold, on a bush that looks done, there’s a wide-open rose, still.”

Look at the colour of it.”

— Ali Smith, Autumn

“I am blind and know nothing, yet I still seethere are more roads to travel. And every thingis really an infinity of things. You are musicand rivers, palaces, angels, and skies,an endless rose, infinite and intimate.”

— Jorge Luis Borges, “The Endless Rose”

“I, who was trying on the dress in the morning heat, asked for a proof of God. And I smelled the most intense thing, an overwhelmingly intense fragrance of roses.”

— Clarice Lispector, “The Dead Man in the Sea at Urca”

“All night by the rose, rose,All night by the rose I lay;Dared I not the rose steal,And yet I bare the flower away.”

— Anonymous, “All Night By the Rose”

“A great, intoxicated surge of the heavy scent of red roses blew into his face as soon as they left the village, inducing a sensuous vertigo; a blast of rich, faintly corrupt sweetness strong enough almost, to fell him.”

— Angela Carter, “The Lady of the House of Love”

“I know of the story of a rose. Does it seem strange to you that I speak of a rose when I'm concentrating on animals? But it behaved in a way that reminds one of animal mysteries. Every other day I would buy a rose and put it in water in a vase made especially thin to hold the long stem of a single flower. Every other day the rose would wilt and I would replace it with another. Until one particular rose turned up. Rose-colored but without artificial coloring or grafting the most vivid rose color in nature. Its beauty filled the heart. It seemed so proud of the swelling-out of its wide-open corolla and of its petals that it proudly held itself almost erect... it bent gracefully over the thin, fragile stem. An intimate and intense relationship was established between myself and the flower: I admired it and it seemed to feel itself admired....so great was the love with which it was observed that the days went by and still it did not wilt. The corolla remained wide open and swollen out, fresh as a new-born flower. It endured in beauty and in life for an entire week. Only then did it start to show signs of some weariness. Then it died. It was with great reluctance that I exchanged it for another. And I never forgot it...Something [happened] between me and the rose...it and I had been able to live each other profoundly, as only happens between animals and human beings.”

— Clarice Lispector, Água Viva

“Beauty never slumbers; /  All is in her name; / But the rose remembers / The dust from which it came.” 

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Autumn Chant”

“Once in a garden there grew a rose.  A wind fell in love with her.  They were completely different, he -- light and fair; she -- immobile and heavy as blood.  There came a man in wooden clogs and with his thick hands he plucked the rose.  The wind leapt after him, but the man slammed the door in his face.   -- O that I might turn to stone -- wept the unlucky one -- I was able to go round the whole world, I was able to stay away for years at a time, but I knew she was always there waiting.  The wind understood that, in order to really suffer, one has to be faithful.”

— Zbigniew Herbert, “The Wind and the Rose”

“the [world] / is probably made / of roses & hello”

— e.e. cummings, “Post Impressions (VI)”

[roseuscrystallum]

@wayward-sword​ asked: It was always within these lazy, uneventful moments that they seemed to spring their sudden compulsions upon one another, regardless of anything that either of them were engaged in to pass the time in mostly idle flights of fancy. Whether Sora herself realized it or not, concentration deep within reading whatever volume seemed to strike her fancy, Zech had, once again, found his attention utterly transfixed by her, staring while he let his drift. Vague thoughts running through the canvas of his mind, uncertain recollections attempting to be summoned of their own accord to the forefront, ephemeral flashes of struggles long past and bonds crumbling away to dust by the ravages of time. Unpleasant experiences all, and yet, somehow, in defiance of what that damnable, ethereal thread called "fate" seemed to portend for the direction of his otherwise directionless life, all roads had somehow, miraculously, led straight to her: The woman now sitting before him. The woman who provided him with things he long lost hope of ever being able to have in his life – a home, a person who could sincerely and unashamedly love and embrace him for who he was without compunction, and blessed children, evidence of a tangible legacy he could leave behind should there ever come a time when he would finally be shuffled off the mortal coil – as unlikely as that had seemed by this point in his experiences.

Once more, Zechariah found himself in awe and truly, truly humbled by the one who proved the greatest of blessings in disguise sat in front of him, so casually engrossed in the most mundane of tasks despite how absolutely reverent she was in significance to him. Once more, he found himself doubting over whether he adequately assured what she truly meant to him, how he cherished her, how she had become his entire world and, as he was occasionally wont to refer to her by in her own, foreign tongue, his salvation. No. Not enough. It could and would never be enough. He could scream his exaltation of hers until his lungs gave out, prostrate himself until his back broke from the effort, and even bring her the moon and stars and it would never be enough. But, he supposed, it didn't need to be.

For now, all he needed to do was settle for one simple act – one in which he graced her with often enough, but had she truly any idea of its intent and meaning? Irrelevant, for he knew his own heart and his intent in so doing. And it was with this exact sense of sheer adoration and affection for his Rosabell Yagami that he abruptly lurched towards her and wrapped his arms around her frame, holding her close in an embrace. No need for words. This was, in and of itself, more than enough.

     Pages were quietly flipped through as her eyes drank in the words printed across the surface, unaware of a certain pair of eyes locked onto her. It was another one of those days where she and her husband could sit there and just enjoy each other’s company without the need to say a word or do anything big. It was the small things that always seemed to have this effect, keeping everything so serene. How could anyone want anything else? A love so secure that they could just sit in silence and be content with just that much was something she knew others could surely be envious of and she counted herself among the luckiest, if not THE luckiest person in the world.

   Hand reached up to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. It was her turn to get distracted from reading now. Though her eyes remained locked on the pages, her mind was drifting, head now filled with thoughts of Zech. When she had been just a little girl, she thought about being a princess once or twice, but never really thought about getting married when she grew up like her parents. As she got older and became more aware of everything else going on around her, she had thought falling in love would be a nice experience, but after that night, she could never see someone ever being the one for her. She was meant to be alone, that was how she saw it, and continued to see it from then on... at least, until they met. Whatever it was that brought them together, even if it was by the hand of Krustallos herself (regardless if it had been an accident or not), she couldn’t deny how grateful she was. Even if the goddess herself had said he was never meant to coexist with her, he was here now, and they had built this future they were living in together. And with him, she had let go of her fear of having children of her own. They were healthy and thriving, not a single thing wrong with their health. She couldn’t ask for more.

   Eyes found themselves closing for a moment. She’d already forgotten where she was in her novel, far too distracted to continue any longer. If he could read her mind right now, would they both be dying from embarrassment? Perhaps, perhaps not. But it wouldn’t be hated. In fact, the sentiment would surely be shared. Just as she was thinking that, she felt Zech shift beside her, prompting her to turn her head toward his direction just in time to see him lean forward and trap her within his arms.

   By no means would she ever utter a word of complaint whenever affections were shared, quite happy each time it took place, but she was still going to be surprised whenever it seemingly came out of nowhere. It stunned her, brief as it may have lasted on her part, when he pulled her into that sudden embrace, prompting her to drop the book she had been reading into her lap. Perhaps she was too accustomed to being the one to initiate these displays of love? Which was never a problem she thought, it was simply how things were between them. She knew perfectly well how Zech felt and there wasn’t a need for him to push himself to be any different from his normal self. But despite all of that, it was still as heartwarming as ever to be on the receiving end every now and then. With that initial bewilderment gone, Sora soon allowed the corners of her lips to curve upwards into a smile that was intended only for him and her arms managed to come up and wrap themselves around his frame in return. Head leaned forward to rest comfortably against him and her eyes closed once more. He may not say the most, but his actions certainly spoke the loudest to her and that was more than enough.

[apparentlyantelope]

Just a doodle of the goth

[thethreemages]

RosaPrym and Tulas for the meme?

Ack, sorry for the lateness I saved most of these answers in my drafts but kept forgetting to post 'em after awhile, my bad >>;

💗~(RosaPrym)~💜

Is the most affectionate: Ooh Prym, most definitely~ while Rosie would eventually soften up a bit more after getting comfy in a relationship, she'd still be on the lowkey huffy/uptight side when it comes to showing affection (not that Prym minds, respecting her girls' boundaries and such uwu)

Their most common argument: Early on in their school days they always liked to try to outdo one another in alot of subjects (magic, academics, theater production, etc.), which once they get together would be alot more on the lowkey side given how much they've grown up since then. Regardless they'll still make up pretty fine after awhile though~ 💜

Nicknames for each other: "Rosie", "Rosebud", "Rosie Posie", "Ro", "Princess", "Darling", "Dearest", "Sweet Pea",... yeah there's a whole arsenal of 'em between these gals, lemme tell ya lol

Who initiates kisses: Prym, though if Rosie's feeling especially "bold" enough she'll probably sneak in a quick one before a big mission or something ;p

Who kisses the hardest: Rosabel can't even begin to count the amount of times Prym's lipstick stuck to her mouth right before a big work day xD

Who said I love you first: Surprisingly enough, Rosabel! After years of angsting, lingering on her feelings and just generally missing Prym after she's left for her traveling Mage duties... it wouldn't take much for her to finally blurt out her emotions by the time they'd inevitably reunite

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times: Sneaky lil lady she is, Prym wouldn't miss the opportunity to liven up the mood via-telling all sorts of dirty jokes between the both of them (especially since Rosie herself has such an adorkable lil laugh on top of that)

Who’s the better cook: Rosabel was never really allowed around the kitchen thanks to her parents (whom always deemed it "too unfitting of a lady" for her to not let other servants cook for her), so Prym would most likely take over cooking duties at first. Rosabel always did want to try it though, especially since she still had memories of her dear Nana cooking the most delectable homecooked meals in her childhood~

Who wakes up to calm the baby: Both girls would take turns, given their natural soft spots for kids (especially Rosie :3)

Their favorite non-sexual activity: Performing in theater, bonding over some old literature, having lil picnic tea parties near the gardens outside, and so on~

1 sad headcanon about this couple: Rosabel often had to fight internally about her own feelings of jealousy and guilt seeing Prym with other love interests (Dantae Litayla in their first year, then Jada Ito in their third year). While not outwardly spiteful towards these pairs, with it combined to what she was dealing with at home... it just made Rosabel close herself off from Prym for awhile to not hurt her feelings (much to Prym's own confusion/worry that she might've done something wrong... as even through all their rivalry, she still considered Rosie a dear friend at-heart :c)

1 sugary-sweet headcanon about this couple: One of Prym's first presents to Rosabel as her girlfriend would be a fancy rose gold bracelet with charms of a rose and moon-shape (to represent them both as a couple :3)

🧡~(TulElas)~💙

Is the most affectionate: Tula's the most fluffy lil bean with practically anybody, including her big huff butt of a boyfriend~ ;p

Their most common argument: Hmmm... they probably wouldn't argue that much on their own tbh (at least not over anything too serious). Moreso its just over matters of Tula wishing Elas would loosen up a bit from having to be so worked-up and responsible over everyone (future king or not)

Nicknames for each other: "Dear", "Darling", "Honey", "Sweetie", "Ellie Bear"

Who initiates kisses: Tula~ 🧡

Who kisses the hardest: Hmmmm, it'd depend but if Elas is feeling confident enough, he's got a good "fiery" side of his own~ ;p

Who said I love you first: Elas, most likely in a heat-of-the-moment thing if he ever sensed Tula in grave danger (despite her insisting she could handle it), so things might just blurt out from there, to both of their own surprise

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times: Prooobably Tula, but moreso in an "accidental" way that she herself doesn't realize (to his utter frustration lol)

Who’s the better cook: Neither of them have exactly the "best" cooking experience on their own (Tula being a clumsy sweetie and Elas's fire magic reacts a bit too strongly to handle kitchen flames). They could probably make a decent-enough meal if they both worked together though! ^^

Who wakes up to calm the baby: Elas would totally be one to be extra-protective of their baby early-on (having the royal medical team on speed-dial if anything were to come amiss), with Tula being right there to try and reassure him while comforting their lil one that its all okay

Their favorite non-sexual activity: Reading and Writing~ its been one of Elas' past times to vent out some of his stresses through this and Tula's always been a creative one since school, so together they'd probably have alot of fun making up their own lil novel to enjoy themselves uwu

1 sad headcanon about this couple: Knowing his father's unlucky history in love, Elas can't help but wonder sometimes if a similar fate would befall him the more he gets closer to Tula (hence some of his "tenseness" in getting too attached in relationships)

1 sugary-sweet headcanon about this couple: Tula always thought Elas had a cute lil laugh (even if he'd usually be too embarrassed/stiff to show it often), hence why she'd always try to encourage some good humor and wholesomeness whenever they go on a date~😊

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Red Rose, Blood Moon

Welcome to Chapter 6! This is an original story inspired by the tale of  Red Riding Hood. I would like to say a special thank you to my best friend and co-author Olivia ( @asunshinepuff​ )for joining me on in writing this world onto paper. 

CW: This chapter contains mentions of drunks, blood and traps. You have been warned.

This story contains only original characters created by Olivia and myself. For those of you who want to be tagged, feel free to send an ask to me or Olivia on her blog. If you have any questions, theories, or curiosities about any of our characters or how the story will progress, send them to the ask box!

I hope you enjoy! Now without further adieu!

Chapter 6: The Golden Doe

Her eyes darted from the drunk man staring up at Red with terror filled eyes, to the blooded coated blade that laid on the wooden floor of the tavern, and finally to Red who wouldn’t look away. 

“What was that racket?” The voice of the old woman called out from behind the counter. 

The woman’s voice was enough to break Rosabella from her spell of shock. Rosabella bent over, quickly picking up the blade, she looked at the frozen drunk and cleaned it on his shirt before placing it into its sheath. She placed herself between the old man and Red, holding her hand out to push him back if it came to that. 

Her sapphire eyes locked hard onto his ice blue ones. And she felt it,She couldn’t move, her heart began to beat erratically, the hair on the back of her neck rose. His gaze was intense, his presence radiated authority and dominance, it demanded respect. She felt the need to run, to lower her gaze in submission, she had never felt this way before. She had felt his presence before, it drew attention to him of course, but it wasn’t at this magnitude, it felt different too. He only continued to stare at her, but not. As if he wasn’t looking at her rather through her, at the old man. 

“Red please, stop it. NOW.” She growled out. 

Finally, her voice reached him, Red’s gaze finally snapped away from hers to kitchen doors. The old woman had just walked out from the kitchen doors. He blinked slowly, trying to gather his bearings. The old woman looked down to the old man, she kicked him harshly. 

“Silly old fool, go home.” She muttered. 

Rosabella quickly grabbed Red’s arm, “Pardon madam, but I am afraid we must be going,” She tugged Red along, he only looked at Rosabella in hesitation, “now,” she stressed. The old woman tried to reason with them to stay since their meals were nearly ready, but Rosabella insisted they leave.

He didn’t fight her this time. She led them to any alley, looking over her shoulder. No one seemed to notice them. Red eyed her skeptically. 

“No one noticed us.” He spoke as if he expected it.

Rosabella took a deep breath before she looked back at him. 

“Are you a warlock?” 

“Firstly, I am not overly fond of witches. Second don’t ever compare me to witches. And Thirdly, no, I am not a warlock .” He all but snarled out at her.

She rose a brow at his clear distaste of the topic. “Well what are you then? And why such distaste for witches, I happen to know one.”

His eyes narrowed in suspicion, he stepped back from her. “I don’t appreciate you berating me with offensive questions.” He turned away. Walking out of the alley onto the open street. 

Rosabella groaned in frustration. Quickly following him. “Where are you going?” 

“Anyplace where you are not.” He muttered. She scoffed in offense. 

“Well that’s it then?! You’re just going to walk away?” 

“I had planned to from the very beginning.” He didn’t look back. 

“We are not finished here.” She marched after him. 

“Oh but we are mademoiselle.” He replied sarcastically. 

Rosabella glared at his head. “You’re really going to leave me without any explanation with what just happened in that tavern?!” 

He simply sighed as he turned a corner. “Good day Rosabella.” 

And he was gone. Rosabella’s eyes scanned over the streets, but she couldn’t spot him anywhere. She gave a dry laugh, shaking her head, she turned back to the Tavern. The carriage had arrived. 

She handed the gold coins into the driver’s hand, he was an old man, with a small beard. 

“Where to mademoiselle?” His voice was soft and gentle, like a grandfather reading a child to sleep.

“Paris if you would be so kind.” She smiled. 

“Aye, but I’d have to make stops, it’s a long way.” 

“It’s no trouble at all. Thank you.”

“Hop on then.”  

And so she did. The carriage ride was silent for the most part. They would stop at inns for the night they didn’t reach Paris. Rosabella offered to pay for the elderly man’s room, to which he politely refused to accept her generosity. Saying she should save her money for better investments. They traveled this way for two days. 

“I’ll have to stop at the next village, a traveler will be joining us.” The old man told her. 

Rosabella only nodded her head in understanding. So when the next village arrived, the carriage door opened to reveal the most handsome of strangers. At least that was what the swooning women were saying, not at all being discreet about their fancy towards him. 

“Ah, I did not know I would have the honor of traveling with such a belle.” The man was tall, his hair was a soft curly brown, lightly tanned skin, and the most striking pair of hazel eyes that seemed to have speck of gold in the sunlight. He had a light beard on his face, it was smooth and freshly shaven. He wore a black leather coat with a white shirt, black pants and boots. 

Rosabella flushed at the bold words from the man. She startled when the man gently reached for her gloved hand, placing a kiss on the back of it. He smiled. 

“I am Bardolph Sinclair. And who might you be?” His eyes looked over her. 

She studied him for a moment, at least while she tried to calm herself from his flattery. He didn’t seem to be bold enough to sit next to her at least. He was rather gentlemanly. Not at all like the way had behaved. 

“Monsieur, you are too hasty to ask for my name upon mere seconds upon our first meeting. Surely you will understand why I must not tell you. I do not know you.”  

“Of course, I apologize if I have offended you.” He bowed his head.  The carriage started to move again.

“It’s no trouble. I am pleased to make your acquaintance Monsieur Sinclair.” 

“Please, call me Bardolph.” He smiled, Rosabelle couldn’t help but feel she should smile back. And she did. 

When night fell upon them, the carriage stopped to rest at an inn. Rosabella and Bardolph both tried to offer their help to the old man, but again he refused. Shooing them away to go eat their supper. As they walked, Rosabella looked up to the sky, it was a waxing gibbous tonight. 

“Beautiful isn’t it?” Bardolph spoke. Watching Rosabella.

Rosabella only eyed him playfully before turning to the inn. Bardolph chuckled as he followed close behind her. When they entered the inn, the first thing they noticed was that it was packed full. 

“Perhaps we will be forced to share a room.” Bardolph grinned at Rosabella. 

She did her best not to roll her eyes as she scoffed. “I’d sooner sleep in the stables.”

“Oh, you wound me my fair lady.” He clutched his chest.  “But I would never allow such a thing, I would sleep in the stables while you sleep peacefully in a warm bed.” 

Rosabella only shook her head as she took a seat in a booth. Bardolph joined her. A waitress came and took their order, when the door burst open, a group of hunters staggering inside, carrying a wounded man. 

“Quickly clear a table! He’s wounded!” A man shouted, pushing aside the food and laying the hunter’s body onto it. Rosabella stood to her feet, briskly walking towards them. 

The wounded man’s foot was caught in a metal trap with metal teeth. Rosabella frowned, the man would have a limp for the rest of his life. 

“What happened??

“We were out hunting for venison, we had set up traps to help us catch one. But we forgot where we placed one and now his foot was nearly cut off. 

“We didn’t forget where the traps were placed! Someone must’ve tampered with it!” Another yelled out.

“Is there a doctor?!” 

Thankfully there was a doctor, who quickly sedated the young man and removed the trap. He was sent to rest in one of the inn’s rooms. The hunters all look haggard and exhausted. Rosabella sat next to the man who had helped drag the wounded man in. He was young, and looked terrified. It must’ve been his first hunt at night.  

“Why did you have to place traps? Surely there are enough deer to have caught?” She inquired softly. The poor boy was pale. 

“We tried just using our arrows and spears, but we would never see any. So we placed traps…”    

Rosabella frowned, she may not have been from this particular village but she could definitely catch the scent of a venison on the wind. 

“Why do you think someone tampered with the traps?” 

“Because we’re catching just any deer, we’re trying to catch the Golden Doe.”  

Her eyes widen a fraction. “The Golden Doe? Isn’t that just a legend?” 

“Aye, but my father swore on his mother’s grave he saw it once. A coat that shines gold in sunlight.” 

“If he saw it, why would you hunt it, surely such a wonderful beast would be left alone for its beauty.” She asked gently. She herself did hunt venison but she would never kill such a creature. “Do you plan to hang it up on your wall as a trophy?” She asked bluntly. 

The hunters frowns. “No, we are hunting it to heal someone from our village. Legend says the Golden Does’s meat can cure any illness.” 

Rosabella’s shoulders fell. So, a noble cause. If it had been for something as trivial as a trophy, she would have stopped them from hunting the poor doe. “I see… ” 

“Forgive me but, no has seen the doe in twenty years yes?” Bardolph spoke, Rosabella had forgotten that he was still awake. “Surely it must’ve died by now. At least that’s what I’ve heard from my travels.” 

“Aye, but the Golden Doe has lived for many centuries.” The hunter answered. The young boy looked up to the hunter.  

“Perhaps someone else has already caught the doe… ”

“No, someone’s protecting it. I’m sure of it. It’s all the same. A monstrous beast was never far from the Golden Doe, always  chasing away hunters.”  

“Perhaps the monstrous beast finally changed its mind and finally ate the doe?” Bardolph offered. He leaned onto the table. 

“It wasn’t a monstrous beast, it’s the Lady of the Woods who protects the doe.” The boy looks to Rosabella. “That’s what my mother told me, she doesn’t like hunters in her forests.”  

“Silly boy, it’s the beast! It tampered with our traps” 

Rosabella finally interjected. “If it was the beast who tampered with the traps, how could it have the intelligence to do so? It is a beast is it not?” 

The hunters all died down, they began to look at each other and whisper amongst themselves. Ah, they didn’t have an answer. Rosabella only chuckled. “Perhaps it is simply a normal person who doesn’t wish to see the doe harmed.” 

“But we need the doe’s meat to heal my wife!” The hunter exclaimed. 

Rosabella’s gaze softened. “Has seen a doctor?” 

“Yes…” His eyes were pained. 

Rosabella nodded her head. “I see,” She lowered her gaze. “Well, what if I came to your village, and tried to heal her myself.” 

“What?” The hunter looked perplexed. Then desperate. “How?”  

Rosabella stood to her feet. A smile on her lips. “I am well versed in healing, and if I can cure your wife, you must swear to never hunt for the Golden Doe.”  

The hunter nodded. Bardolph looked intrigued. 

“I swear it.”

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