#muse: Rosie

[fat-hedonistic-hogs]

"Miss Rosie, are you...sure this is a good idea?" MJ question the overlord who took him in. Rosie had been having discussion with the princess of hell, Charlie, about new food to sell across hell. He was worried about what they'd come up with...

"Oh don't be such a debbie downer darling, the princess was right! We've been behind the times a bit when it comes to food around here. What's the worst a few new restaurants could do? It'll be fine! A few new faces and buildings to liven the place up I'm sure people will love it!" Rosie said swinging a skull shaped cane around as she took MJ under her arm and hugged him close.

"She hooked me up with a deal with one of this fancy sins in the other rings. They're gonna get us the good stuff, real top shelf quality food! And it's even supposed to be fast!"

[y-itadori]

Hey, pretty boy! I’m at the restaurant!

”I’m a block away! See you in a couple.”

[fantasiesandfolklore]

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Indie RP Sideblog as written by Lettie 

25+, Occasional NSFW

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[Farah - The Tower]

[Theodore - The Devil]

[Vasily - The Emperor]

[Jane - High Priestess]

[Rosie - Justice]

[Relta - The Empress]

[Aislin - The World]

[Keife - The Hanged Man]

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[Memes]

[outcfpages]

“For you, Mrs. Po,” Minjae set down a mug of Rosie’s favourite drink on the table beside her as she worked away on her canvas, but even so he couldn’t permit himself not to sneak in a small kiss. “What are you painting?” (married Min x Rosie :3)

"Thank you, love." She said, smiling into the small kiss as she picked up the cup. Turning back to the canvas, Rosie tilted her head and took a sip of the drink. "You know, I'm not quite sure. Been at a block recently, so abstract art it is." The colors were splattered across the surface with broad and large brushstrokes.

[storybook-darning]

Starter Call for Rosie Beagle

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[joyfulmagic]

Open Starter — Muse: Rosie — V: TBD — Open To?: Anyone

“La Dame Blanche? Doesn’t ring a bell,” Rosie lied, picking up Ariela’s carrier and the diaper bag. “I mean, I know the translation, but I’ve not heard of anyone called that,” she added, cooing at her infant daughter affectionately. “Right now I don’t think I’d notice even if I had heard of her, as I’m rather absorbed in motherhood,” she pointed out, Ariela — Rosie’s daughter — waving at her companion as if on cue.

[thatsrightice]

“What made [Rosie] fly? The story was that his family was part of Hitler's Holocaust. His grandparents killed on Crystal Night. I never knew for sure, and I didn't ask. All I knew was that I liked him very much. We laughed a lot together.”

— Harry Crosby in his memoir, A Wing and a Prayer

[creativitycache]

...what it means is they're all drawn by the same studio

[akookminsupporter]

I’ll preface this by saying that I don’t know anything about music, and this post is purely based on my musical taste and how each snippet of the songs made me feel.

Okay, the music? The sound? The rhythm? I’m not sure of the correct term, but each song is so different. It’s definitely upbeat compared to FACE, I think.

Rebirth sounds the most interesting to me, and I can’t think of anything similar.

Interlude: Showtime reminds me a lot of the beginning of Face-Off, with circus music.

Slow Dance: At the risk of sounding ignorant, is that jazz? Or something similar, right? I’m really excited about that one.

Be Mine: Those who know reggaeton will probably agree with me; this sounds like old-school reggaeton. Reggaeton from the 2000s, particularly in the style of Don Omar.

Who: This sounds upbeat, I think, but I can’t find a song to use as a reference.

I’m claiming Slow Dance, Be Mine, and Interlude: Showtime.

[ghosts-of-the-apocalypse]

Love the idea of Spamton running amuck in the Hazbin Hotel.

He'd fit in so well.

Alastor would find him entertaining and treat him like a little pet. He takes Spamton out on walks to cannibal town to go see Rosie who loves dressing him up in cute outfits.

Husk would be freaked the absolute fuck out by him.

Charlie would be off-putted at first but eventually learn to like the little guy. She tries to help him, but he's like that one stray cat that always shows up but never sticks around long enough to get a hold of so you just end up leaving food out and pspspsps-ing from a distance.

Angel would throw cheetos at him to see what would happen.

Lucifer would get pissed off at him because Spamton would set up a drop shipping account where he sells knock off versions of his rubber ducks. (Lucifer totally tried to take Spamton's "business advice" once and got scammed bad)

Vaggie would get an instant fight or flight response wherever he appeared in the room.

Nifty would probably vibe with him, they'd have roach tea parties together.

Fat Nuggets and Spamton would orchestrate a mafia gang together whilst managing a lucrative 2nd hand car dealership and in their free time play black-jack in the basement.

[apollos-boyfriend]

ill venmo you to change your pfp

[y-itadori]

For our date. We could get coffee and then get something to eat. Or we could go to the arcade and then watch a movie. There’s also rollerskating if you want to do that too. There’s lots of things we could do, my love.

So its a date then? An arcade? Movies? Rollerskating?! You really got great taste! Im in! Being a date is just a bonus!

[fantasiesandfolklore]

I really want to give Rosie more ships (platonic or romantic) since she’s such a genuinely good person, and I’d love to be able to develop her more within the context of being with someone she cares for aside from her daughter. She loves with her whole heart - friends, family, and her SO at the time if she has one.

I’d also love to give Rosie some more angst, since she is also a witch and superhero/vigilante on the sly before her daughter was born.

[outcfpages]

continuation of (x)

"You really know how to charm a girl don't you?"

Rosie tilted her head in amusement as a newcomer came bounding out from one of the halls.

Her fire-like locks danced with each movement, nearly distracting her from the unique features. Her words came out to Rosie in a rush, making her step back in surprise.

"Oh, well thank you. I love yours too." She tucked a lock of the blonde behind her ear. "Pleasure to meet you, Nala. I'm Rosie, and I'd love to join if the Captain will have me."

[thehazbins]

Starter for @sharp-shooter-no-more-moxxie from Rosie!

"What's an imp like you doin' all the way out here in Cannibal Town? I rarely get visitors from Pentagram City nevermind ones that aren't from Pride- unless you live here now, since you can move about more freely of course." She smiled pleasantly.

"Need a tour?"

[thatsrightice]

With Rosie, life was fun.

Then he got shot down. On a mission to Nuremberg, he got hit over the target, limped as far as Belgium, and crash-landed in France. Jack Wallace took over as 418th Commanding Officer.

Three weeks passed. Rosie came back to Thorpe Abbotts. With the help of the Underground, he made it out in record time, his broken arm in a sling.

This time he became 350th Squadron Commander.

Later, he got shot down again and managed to land where some French Resistance picked him up and shipped him to the American troops.

The 100th had a heart and a spirit again.

Rosie made a difference.

…

On February 3-it seemed so sudden because we didn't expect it-Rosie went down again. It was his fifty-second mission. He was leading the entire task force over Berlin. The report stated that he was hit just after the I.P, at 25,000 feet, at 1115 hours, with a ground rocket hitting the number one fuel tank. "Fire and dense white smoke were seen coming out of the fuselage and bomb bay." Heading northeast, "the plane flew level for a few moments, while the crew bailed out. It was last seen at 15,000 feet, "burning and beginning to spin."

Gloom on the base, like when the two Buckys went down. An enlisted man in Group Ops told me, "Sir, Major Rosenthal is a legend here. We all feel bad."

Rosie, the Indomitable, was gone.

The 100th hurt.

— Harry Crosby in his memoir, A Wing and a Prayer