#pearl white and rose red

[unicornofthemidwest]

Girls will see narrative foils who hate each other but can never be separated and be like "they should kiss"

[offline-nobody]

would the pokemon evil team leaders fuck their clone:

[ofthewilderwest]

Hello Pearl. I want to play a game. I bet you’re wondering why you’re in this cave. Well, you seem to have little regard for the sentiment of “Sisters before Misters”, so you will now be offered a choice. As you can see, you are now a crow. To your left is the corpse of The Astronomer, horrifically mauled by a Bear. The rules are simple. Either you must peck out the eyes of your lover and eat them, or simply starve to death alone. Live or Die. Make your choice. I’m sure Rose will have to be satisfied either way.

[sneakydraws]

I ALWAYS KNEW YOU WERE SHALLOW

I ALWAYS KNEW YOU DIDN'T KNOW ME I ALWAYS KNEW YOU DIDN'T BELIEVE IN ME I ALWAYS KNEW THAT I BORED YOU I ALWAYS KNEW THAT I WASN'T PRETTY ENOUGH TO HOLD YOU I ALWAYS KNEW YOU'D GO WITH SOMEONE SMARTER THAN ME I ALWAYS KNEW YOU WERE A SNOB WHY DON'T YOU JUST GO FUCK YOUR BOOKS WHY DON'T YOU JUST GO FUCK ALL YOUR FUCKING BOOKS AND WE'LL SEE WHO'S SMARTER

WE'LL SEE

[schantzscribbles]

When I'm in a grudge holding contest and my opponent is Rose Red from the obscure Tumblr favorite Dave Malloy musical "Ghost Quartet."

[amaliatheartist]

SIGMA ORIONIS AB

A BINARY STAR

TWO STARS

LOST IN TIME

[aeskoro]

rose red little sister antics

[julic-art]

Just a few of my favorite inktober pieces I’ve done so far :)

I’m using my own prompts based off of ghost quartet

[zoomclown]

pick one

pick one

[lobotomy-jpeg]

O' the dreadful wind and rain

[id: Digital sketch of Rose and Pearl from Ghost Quartet. They're sitting on the grass, Roses hands on Pearl's knee. They're both wearing loose dresses, Rose a pale red and Pearl a pale off white. Rose is sporting a solemn expression and is looking away out in the distance. Pearl has a hint of a smile on her face and her eyes are closed. /end id]

[writingforshtsandgiggles]

On Being A Twin And Ghost Quartet

I'm a twin. Non-identical. Fraternal. Both of us, are female.

One of our favourite things to do is identify ourselves in media - I'm Rasputin, she's Tsar Nicholas the II. I'm Kurtan Mucklowe, she's Kerry Mucklowe. You get the idea. I'm Pierre Bezukhov she's Anatole Kuragin.

You get the idea.

One of our favourite things to do is to act out the entirety of Ghost Quartet, just the two of us. And beyond vocal range, always, I have been Rose Red and she is Pearl White. We joke about it and we laugh about it, but at the same time there is something so sort of... true about it. (guys one of us is on tumblr the other one isn't - who do you think is more popular) I am a lot less rational than she is, more inclined to be harsh and sharp and pointy, my sister's more inclined to be charming and funny and - not softer - but perhaps nicer, less vengeful in a way. Idk what the point of this was, but something about the sister's in this musical just always resonated with me. Especially, the part about the Binary Stars. My sister has been with me - always. We listen to similar music - not always - but we do, we have the same shitty sense of humour, the same classes, the same trips and circles of friends. But also, we are completely different. Different fashion sense, different interests, different dispositions and social awareness (currently being suspected of being neurodivergent ngl), different faces. Shit, our hair is completely different. Her hair is straight, but my hair is curly ringlets. (mum's mixed race, dad's white) But she has always been with me. Not a day goes by when I don't see her face or play fight her or tell her I love her. I will never be alone, because even if we are on different sides of the globe, I have my sister.

Idk where this was going.

yeah, being a twin and liking ghost quartet together. Idk.

[dance-of-moonlight]

the soldier, the older, the cruel sister, the mother, the victim, the storyteller. pearl.

[eleancrvances]

Some lyrics from “Ghost Quartet″ that make me go absolutely feral because yes:

and the dead girl leapt upon her mother / and her sister, and her daughter, and her lover / with the rage of four generations

where’s my ghost in the mirror? / i want one too

last night i dreamed / i met myself at a tango 

I’M CONFOUNDED BY MUSIC / AND BABIES AND LAUGHTER / AND STORIES AND GOODNESS / INFINITY AND LUCK / I’M CONFUSED BY THE NOTION / THAT SOMEBODY LOVES ME / AND DRUGS MAKE ME CRAZY / AND A CLAIRVOYANT TOLD ME ONCE I’VE GOT AN OLD SOUL / OH LORD I WISH I COULD SING LIKE THAT / BUT I DON’T PRACTICE ENOUGH

and the starlight i see / is a billion light years old / a ghost just like the rest of us / nothing i see is there anymore

and i don’t know if this is me at all / or just some ghost of me that i dreamed up / just to sing myself to sleep

i love the way you see the world / i love the way your soul sings / i wish that i could sing like you / i wish that i could feel things

if you can lose your temper / then i can lose my mind

oh roxie, why did you have to die? / i forgive you / oh roxie, oh roxie, oh rose

when i was a child i used to play / play with all the voices in my head 

but i guess it’s time to put that to bed / i guess it’s time to let the dead be dead

and i’m haunted by that memory / of who i used to be / so gleeful, so blank, so ready

it’s ok my dear / this is a circular story

this has all happened before

I WILL TRY TO FORGIVE MYSELF / FOR LIVING IN THE DARK / FOR MY LOSS OF WONDER / FOR FORGETTING HOW TO PLAY // I WILL TRY TO FORGIVE MYSELF / FOR BEING ABSENT IN PUBLIC / AND BORED BEFORE STARS // FOR NOT REMEMBERING / FOR NOT BEING IN MY BODY / FOR NOT STARTING RIGHT NOW // I WILL TRY / TO SEE MYSELF AS I AM

she sees her eyes when she closes her eyes / her eyes looking back at her / her eyes underneath her eyelids / she is always screaming

if i told you this is special / and love is more than chemicals / that it’s me and you / and angels too / and time will end / and we’ll transcend / and rise above the ash and dirt / and baby i could never hurt you / ‘cause you’re me

but when he tuck me in / with that sad little grin / i’d think maybe i don’t wanna know

there is blood upon my robes

[sneakydraws]

A man shrieking/a bear shrieking/a girl shrieking

[drivervictimpusherphotographer]

ASHDHSJHDSHNUVRUENVJ

[amaliatheartist]

Call that a madness shared by two