bbs-man-tiddies

[jellygay]

Bought a cute design from gah-boo @ DA and decided to draw him. An earth Genasi I named Beni Rosemourn.

[klavioli]

i got a thing for hands on and around the faces and necks of boys. Also Rosie got turned in a half-elf for Dragonflight because everyone wanted me to be dirty horde.

[threebetrayals]

@rosemourne​ sent:  ❝ so i’m not allowed to give you a nickname, little bird? ❞ // FROM AYATO

»  ragnarok prompts    ‒‒‒‒‒    accepting  

     “ no. ”

  there’s no hesitation, and even less regret for the bite the answer carries as narrowed eyes glare piercingly up at the man before him. the man who CONTINUES to maintain his polite composure, his hideous mask which the wanderer can see right through, regardless of how well-crafted it may be. it may be enough to fool others, but he had seen beneath it even before kamisato had begun his THINLY-VEILED PATRONIZING the first time they’d met. discomfort rolls off the wanderer in waves, and he hates it, hates that he knows the other man can SMELL IT on him in no doubt the same way dottore had always been able to. a shiver threatens to crawl beneath his skin, but that much, fortunately, he’s able to fight against.

     “ you most certainly are not. ”  barely hidden in his words, or the way his entire body stands rigid, is a THREAT. a non-specific threat, but one that can easily be presumed as violence in some form or another — a warning he would NOT have been so kind as to offer in another lifetime, and one he only offers now as a courtesy to kazuha. were this man not effectively his partner’s boss, he’s certain he would have done something extreme by now, either to shut kamisato up or to simply EASE the flurry of unpleasant emotions he feels whenever he lay eyes on the man.

     “ i have absolutely no desire for a nickname from the likes of YOU, even if you were to offer one less patronizing. ”

[vzorexa]

冰 。 @rosemourne​​ 。𝖠𝖫𝖡𝖤𝖣𝖮 ∥ 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝖽 。

 some  things  in  this  world,  albedo  has  found,  cannot  be  quantified  down  to  science  or  numbers  or  chemical  reactions.  many  of  said  mysterious  equations  are  stemmed  from  the  human  condition  itself  -  or  their  utterly  unpredictable  behaviors.  one  would  assume  he  had  long  since  given  up  on  attempting  to  placate  his  mind  with  some  sort  of  rational  language  for  mortal  behavior  -  but  every  time  he  did,  someone’s  actions  blew  any  theories  he  had  constructed  out  of  the  water,  and  the  kreideprinz  was  back  at  square  one. klee’s  behavior  was,  of  course,  a  prime  example  of  this.  a  child  that  was,  for  all  intents  and  purposes,  abandoned  by  her  family,  yet  living  with  the  kind  of  affable  cheerfulness  that  albedo  couldn’t  begin  to  quantify.  it  was  one  of  the  reasons  he  found  her  so  endearing,  and  simultaneously  fascinating.  and  ALSO  the  major  reason  he  cared  enough  to  assist  in  the  clean  up  of  any  of  her  wayward  messes  at  all.  especially  when  it  involved  venturing  close  to  the  city.  the  city  meant  people.  people  meant  interaction.  albedo  hated  interacting  with  anyone  beyond  a  total  of  five  people,  and  number  two  was  approaching. the  alchemist  had  been  staring  at  cider  lake  (and  the  scorched  grass  around  it),  with  his  hands  on  his  hips,  watching  as  the  sun  set  gently  over  the  horizon  of  mondstadt.  sucrose  and  timaeus  bustled  about,  a  strange  powered  concoction  being  dumped  upon  the  blades  of  dead  foliage  at  albedo’s  behest.  he  hears  that  familiar  voice  -  a  silken  tone  that  reminds  him  of  the  feeling  of  soft  sheets  against  flesh,  or  the  burn  of  whiskey  down  his  throat.  the  alchemist  turns  slowly,  and  when  his  gaze  fixes  on  kaeya’s  own,  he  swears  he  feels  the  golden  mark  at  his  neck  throb  in  recognition. creation’s  gaze  softens  imperceptibly  for  the  cavalry  captain,  and  albedo’s  hands  drop  from  his  hips,  while  the  vaguest  hint  of  mirth  finds  his  perfectly  beautiful  features. “that  depends,”  he  finds  himself  saying, “are  you  interested  in  spreading  about  calcified  mist  flower  powder  or  cleaning  up  the  occasional  dead  fish  carcass  that  has  washed  up?”  his  stare  is  intense.  it  always  is.  perhaps  it’s  the  way  he  sees  right  through  kaeya,  sees  what  they  share,  perhaps.  or  maybe  he  doesn’t.  it’s  impossible  to  tell  with  albedo. “moral  support  is  also  appreciated.”  because  yes,  the  area  did  smell  like  barbecued  fish.

        The task at hand should pose no difficulty to comprehend. His men had already brought it upon themselves to initiate the cleanup even without being told. Thoughtlessly, Kaeya had watched one of the knights tiptoe along the bay, lifting a bass by the tail as its remains drip sludge on ground. A sight he willingly parted in exchange of the source of the curious and lulling tone, — his fellow captain. A presence that ineffably granted some refuge from his spurring thoughts. 

        Albedo had always held a demeanor that is vague yet amiable. Serene despite the wreckage in the background. A true testament of how the prettiest, enigmatic things do thrive midst havoc and its ruins. 

        There was one tense beat as his unshrouded eye meets with crystalline turquoises of the alchemist’s careful and grasping look. While there’s always a potent threat to drown oneself in its confines of scrutiny, Kaeya chose to waver, at least,  — for now. 

        Not to mind the sudden blaze of eagerness that seem to flicker out of nowhere.

          ❛ Guess it can’t be helped. ❜ he relinquished with a helpless sigh, albeit there is no speck of hesitation when he reached to unclasp the buttons securing his feathery cape,  ❛ We ought to get our hands dirty once in a while, no? ❜ 

         Reaching for a nearby bowl of powder, he studied it in passing. Kaeya would have loved to know the details behind science of it all, - not quite of its meticulous processes but more with its source. Although Kaeya does not present himself bookish, he had read enough to be aware that its execution is unmentioned on most modern books of alchemy, and yet, Albedo seems to practice it by heart. Not very surprising in thought, but nonetheless, intriguing. 

         ❛ Although, ❜ Kaeya quickly quips after readjusting, tanned featured donned with an easy grin. Keeping his curiosities in mind, he notes it’s a puzzle to decode another day. Instead, he diverts on a different kind of curiosity altogether, ❛ I absolutely wouldn’t mind our Sir Alchemist’s moral support. ❜    

[celcstialls]

starter for @rosemourne​ - Albedo  |  feat. Kaeya

It was almost like clock work to him now. As soon as he heard word of supplies needing to be brought up to Dragonspine, he was the first to offer help. The other knights simply thought he just wanted to get away for a bit, allow himself some time away from the stresses of that as cavalry captain. And well.. That wasn't exactly false. Kaeya collected some of the more important packages in his personal satchel- letters from Klee, paint refills, a few new brushes. All things he knew a certain alchemist would appreciate, after all, that was the main reason he was going. "Got everything you need Kaeya?" Some of the Adventures Guild asked, handing him the reigns of the sled he was expected to pull up the slopes of Dragonspine. Kaeya simply smirked. "Everything I need? Don't think we'd be able to fit everything I need on one little sled~" He huffed, looking down at the painfully small amount that was supposed to last months. He'd have to sneak a few more supplies up on his own time.. Before the Guild could reply to his remarks, Kaeya was off. Trudging through the snow along the "safest" routes before finally spotting that dull lit cave in the distance. "Package for Master Albedo?" Kaeya called out once in ear shot of the alchemist's "office", the smile in his voice was obvious.

"Your humble knight is here to serve you~"

[fatedevour]

♢  —    @rosemourne​​​​​​​​​​ asked:   i’ll kill them , just say the word . // from childe ( a week old meme for you because i'm a menace to society )

SOME MEME I LOST...whoops

   It is not OFTEN that Dottore has the chance for an interaction with Childe beyond the meeting rooms and his own labs to fixed the damage that has been inflicted on him. So this is a RARE opportunity just by venturing out, let alone with the drumbeat of bloodshed threatening to fill the air at any moment. A sound brought on by the four men shoved to their knees in the dirt in front of the second harbinger.

 A gloved hand slowly raises to his chin, gaze sweeping over each of the potential victims for a moment. Their clothes spoke of local residence, but everything else screamed of the militaristic training of the beating heart of liyue’s main city. From the language to mannerism ; if even Dottore could detect as much, he couldn’t imagine what some of the others might deduce from it. But clearly these were spies not used to being CAUGHT or in tight tight situations. They were good, good enough even Childe hadn’t seemed to be CONSCIOUSLY aware of their presence, but they’d been unable to evade the red eyes of the beast known as Il Dottore. Poor soul, it’d was a doomed mission from the start. 

   “  None of them would be useful test subjects, and letting them return would be problematic in the long run. “  Dottore speaks matter of factly as he takes slow, measured steps. A shark corralling fish into a tightly packed ball that made feeding easy. Although there was inevitably the fact that sooner or later the government would discover the corpses, that’d be effectively tied. After all, it was’t as though they could ask Childe or Dottore about the four deaths when the victims were spies they were never supposed to be aware of. They could get rid of these nuisances and then be free to continue with matters as planned.  “  Nor do I have interest in interrogating them.  “

   Lips pull back as he flashes his jagged teeth that formed a grin as the victims faces twisted to looks of despair. Evidently they had been bargaining on an interrogation or information potentially saving their lives. Little did they know it NEVER would have helped them even if he had wanted information. “  Very well. You may kill them however you please. This is what happens to those who attempt to spy on the fatui.  “  

[reginrokkr]

■  ■  ■ From stone arcs that crown the vicinities of Durin’s corpse does the stellar cape waves with Dragonspine’s frigid wind as the man in question sits atop one of the arcs. Icy sapphire depths mirror the luminary’s target of interest: Gold’s successful creation leaving footmarks on the snow. Only a fool would not be aware of dangers that come with failed experiments, it is but a result of seeds planted long ago waiting to germinate. Their germination stage happens to be now, when Subject One arose at long last to commit to that which is essence to many more abominable creations: a strong drive to eliminate the living for the sake of replacing them with what in their minds should be reality. As for Subject Two, what can possibly be his thoughts on the matter of creation? Did this mishap —that jeopardized the safety of those he presumably cherishes like a true human would— spark a necessity to walk down the same route as his creator? Art of Khemia is a blessing as it can be motive to a whole civilization’s downfall, after all. There is only one way to know. Thus does the Twilight Sword of old let himself fall from the top of the rocky structure to land seamlessly atop the snow with the intention to follow and observe from the shadows in order to satiate his new object of interest.

@rosemourne ✦

[eonsadrft]

Advice + for Albedo!

send “ ADVICE ” for my muse to tell your muse advice that they need to hear !    

   ❝ If you throw someone off a cliff and is human, I assure you they’ll die. ❞

[threebetrayals]

»  @rosemourne​    ‒‒‒‒‒    sc.  

  meeting another so similar in their natures of existence — or, one who isn’t the shogun puppet, anyway — is not something he believed would happen. obviously it’s never been an IMPOSSIBILITY; if something like himself can be created, then so too can others if the right hands take the time and effort. after five hundred some years of travelling teyvat and not finding any such thing, however, he’d simply begun to assume that it didn’t exist.

gaze as steady now as it had been twenty minutes ago, scaramouche continues to scrutinize the other in silence, observing every little detail that can be seen, almost like he’s LOOKING for something. what that might be, even he isn’t certain. similarities, perhaps. aside from both of them appearing entirely human and being below average in height, however, there are NONE to speak of.

finally, after so long of there being no movement or sound, the balladeer sits a bit taller, regarding albedo with a curiosity which appears more flippant than it truly is.

     “ your creator. ”  calm words shatter the silence now that he feels that he’s stared long enough to collect his thoughts. right after the interest in possible physical similarities is the intrigue of the one BEHIND the creation — he assumes it must have been a god who brought albedo to life, for who else had that sort of power?  “ where are they? ”

[vzorexa]

a flourished knock at the door reveals the features of the windblown chief alchemist, silhouetted by the street lamps of mondstadt at late hours. the slighter man stands there, upon the captain's doorstep, with a carefully wrapped plate in hand. beneath the clear fixture it's plain to see the carefully made fruit skewers beneath - lovingly arranged in such a way that is uniquely albedo. holding the plate is the alchemist himself - and he looks a bit timid, perhaps even shy, as the item is pushed forward with the sweetest murmur of, "happy birthday, kaeya" all punctuated by a brilliant, rare smile from albedo himself.

   The gentle knock he heard sounded, — hesitant. If he hadn’t known better, it would have been easily mistaken as a stray bird’s peckings. Kaeya found himself reaching for the door. As if what’s behind its wooden frame would disappear if he had rather called out to it.  

   ❛ Albedo, ❜ he spurts out, baffled by the presence. The HQ’s halls had already dimmed. It’s the midst of dead night. Most of the knights had already retired from day’s work hours and hours ago. Kaeya wondered if the snow-pale researcher was an illusion made from his exhausted mind. 

    There are a plethora of unspoken questions frozen within Kaeya’s perplexed profile, —  and it must have been this tense silence that urged Albedo to speak first.

      Happy Birthday, Kaeya.

   It was then he exhaled the breath he hadn’t knew he held. All this time he spent confounded, he had missed the meal offered as a gift. He must have been blinded by something else entirely. ❛ — and all the way from Dragonspine. ❜ He muttered weakly, susceptibly, and almost to himself. 

   ❛ Thank you, truly. ❜ His gaze then softened, ❛ Really, you shouldn’t have.❜ 

   Kaeya wouldn’t be surprised if he had woken up at this point. When he glimpsed Albedo’s smile he felt something within his chest twinge, painfully. A star shone and twinkled just for him tonight and he knew it would be a sight etched in his memory for the rest of his breathing days. 

   ❛ Then, ❜ he spoke, finally recovered his composure. The door creaked as he shifted. ❛ Would you like to stay for dinner? ❜

[fatedevour]

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♢  —     NAME:    Irene

♢  —     PRONOUNS:   she/her

♢  —     PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION:    discord mainly, although tumblr IMS is honestly fine as well.

♢  —     NAME OF MUSE(S):   Dottore (Prime segment mainly, but Gamma and Theta segments are also present on the blog by request so-) 

♢  —     EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?):   Ooo I’ve probably been roleplaying for about 16 years? give or take a bit, though the beginning was very much the cringe script-writing type but it was on an online game so that’s my defense. Tumblr has been about 7-8 years?

♢  —     PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED:   Skype, Tumblr, Quizilla/Quotev, WolfQuest, etc.

♢  —     BEST EXPERIENCE: Oh that’s really hard. A lot really would just be the friends I’ve made. Some fandoms are super welcoming and I did really enjoy that. Genshin has been very welcoming to me too which i was pleasantly surprised and thankful for.

♢  —     RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS:    Uhh. I guess trying to make my muse soft/force them out of character? I write a lot of villains and I stay very true to their nature as best i can. Or forcing headcanons onto my muse without asking/discussing it with me. Other than that I really can’t think of any? 

♢  —     FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT:   I love angst, although Dottore isn’t very easily a muse for that, or any of these three really. For him its a lot more dark themes. But! In regards, I do love angst. Fluff can be nice but i don’t feel I’m very good at it except for a very, very rare occasion. And smut can be fun to write honestly, because there can be a lot more than just the physical acts, there can be a lot of room to explore thoughts and characters understanding & exploring of each other/themselves in a way.

♢  —     PLOTS OR MEMES:  Honestly I tend to be more memes, especially to first establish some writing, but I do enjoy plotting as well! So long as its not like every single tiny detail of the thread, but overal dynamics or thread ideas & exploration im down for!!

♢  —     LONG OR SHORT REPLIES:   I do both honestly. It just depends a little bit. Short ones are nice for when i have less energy but I also really enjoy long ones! Especially because Dottore rambles when science comes up. So both, both are good. 

♢  —     BEST TIME TO WRITE:   Whenever honestly. I am :) unfortunately still trying to find a job so other than errands and chores, I tend to have a lot of free time usually.

♢  —     ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): UH. Maybe on SOME things? I was a biology major and often was the person to toss scientific ideas to my teachers that would stump them (and one had a doctorate so im rather proud of that- ironically it did have to do with cell regeneration) ended up switching my bachelor degree but I am contemplating going back for a Masters in Biology (Ecology and Evolution specifically). BUT I HAVE MORALS UNLIKE DOTTORE. Uhh. I do tend to lean more logical than emotional most of the time, do end to stay in certain roooms/spots. And i love questioning/exploring/learning new things. But not to his degree. There’s probably a few more things but so some things yes but others drastically no. 

tagged by: @rosemourne​ (thank you!!)

tagging: i dont know who hasn’t done this yet, so if you haven’t, im tagging you.

[celcstialls]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. ( REPOST DO NOT REBLOG ! )

★ NAME Seelie (bo beelie) ★ PRONOUNS they/she/any ★ PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION Discord~ Cause tumblr ims are fucky wucky and I can send my meme emojis on discord ★ NAME OF MUSE(S) Uh. Yes. Most active? Traveller Twins, Kujou Sara, Sandrone (Also, Mun of @kabvra-ya and @dollctten)

★ EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?) Uhhhhhhhhhhhh I'd say since I was a teen so? Probably around 12 ish years?

★ PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED tumblr, discord, skype, fucking dark spyro chatrooms, ---club penguin??? They were dark times.

★ BEST EXPERIENCE My best experience so far was when I was in a big OW comunity on skype, some of them I am still friends with to this day granted we don't talk much anymore. It was just a lot of fun and chaos.

★ RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS Dash drama or just drama in general. Negativity or vent posts not under readmores/untagged. Not deleting tbd posts. Untrimmed posts. Ship discourse. Elitism (generally thinking that people are better than others due to writing styles, layouts, edits and graphics). Pressure to be replying constantly or at the same speed as a rp partner. People shitting on others for wanting to only write certain dynamics (eg. shipping focus or storyline focus blogs.)

★ FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT ALL. Fluff/Angst > Smut tho, mainly cause I get flustered easily in regards to smut and I just enjoy writing out character interactions and dynamics a lot

★ PLOTS OR MEMES I prefer plotting first just to get a basis on how our characters may interact and vibe with one another before just.. Throwing them out into the ocean. Memes are typically more for fun/not to turn into threads or for people I have plotted with

★ LONG OR SHORT REPLIES It really depends on my mood and how much my partner writes. I feel painfully obligated to match my partners length in replies due to getting one para'd so many times when I write out long-ass stuff in the past.. It sucks! So yeah.

★ BEST TIME TO WRITE Late at night is typically when my hyperfocus/random insomnia seems to kick into gear. It's also when most people are asleep or just waking up so I don't get distracted by others chatting with me.

★ ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) I have so many muses that all have very different personalities so- it's hard to say no? I'm sure I am like some of them in some ways. Though, I have been told that I am pretty much a mixture of Hu Tao and Bennett rolled into one. Mischievous, fun-loving and puppy-like.

tagged by @rosemourne ♥!! ILY GOOSE BESTIE tagging nobody; I posted this super late and feel embarrassed because of it. Cnbf tagging anyone. Please steal

[momijiba]

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✿ NAME: milla ✿ PRONOUNS: he / they ✿ PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: mostly tumblr dm's and discord :) ✿ NAME OF MUSE(S): Yuugi Mutou (YGO DM), Natsu Dragneel (FT), Monkey D. Luffy (OP), Uraraka Ochako (BNHA) and Kaedehara Kazoouha

✿ EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): I have been RPing since I was 14 years old with the whole *action* format. (I'm crying on how bad that shit was) but as I became older it has been a on and off thing mostly it hade to do with my hyper fixation of a series. But I just recently came back from a 2-3 year hiatus~

✿ PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: MSN (yeah im old af thank you <3), Devianart chatrooms, Forums, Skype, Discord and Tumblr.

✿ BEST EXPERIENCE: I'm absolute a sucker for multiple character RP's like I hade a triple RP on Tumblr with my Luffy blog that was together with a Zoro and Sanji… it was sooo good <3 I miss them.

✿ RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS: Pressuring people to reply asap… like as if people don't have lives outside of the web. Oc's being a complete Mary Sue. I would like for people to trim their replies and keep the ooc posts to a minimum.

✿ FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: A N G S T is my air. It gives so much dept to a character like I have been wanting to explore a side of Kazuha during his time running away from the vision hunt degree before he meets Beidou and his past with his parents. sjahdkjsha (2.8 GAA has hade a huge impact in this). Fluff is something that goes quite well with angst imo. Smut is what I would write on discord kinda like the whole behind closed doors thing. ✿ PLOTS OR MEMES: Some memes are amazing plot ideas U_U

✿ LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: It kinda depends… because sometimes I think I'm gonna reply with a short thing… but then the brain juices are flowing and im writing paragraphs (I apologies for my replies at the moment being kinda short.. I'm still kinda rusty.. and trying to get back into it again) ✿ BEST TIME TO WRITE: I write mostly during the morning ( because most of my RP partners used/are from USA time zones) but it can also be during the evening.. It kinda can be whenever I have free time most likely~

✿ ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): I would say I related to Kazuha in a sense… beside us both being travelers and having not the most amazing family past, I have expierenced a smiliar situation that he had with Tomo's death. ANYWAYYY I do am around the same height as he is and I have always wore my hair in a similiar way he has.

tagged by: (this scara clown &lt;3) @erabundustagging: DUDE I HAVE ONLY BEEN HERE FOR LIKE 4 DAYS SAKDAKSJDHN I don't know who to tag…. so euhmmm I'm tagging, ignore this if you have done it already or if you don't want to u_u no feelings are hurt~ @visionkept, @dawnbrn, @hoshiszora, @rosemourne, @zercfoxgiven , @captainofthecruxcrew, @al-hazen and anybody who wants to do it ^^

[torrentide-a]

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✿ NAME       gaige! ✿ PRONOUNS       they/them ✿ PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION       discord! mostly because tumblr doesn’t,,,like to give me new IM notifs / I have to refresh my whole page to see new IMs, and 90% of the time I forget to respond dfsdkfjp plus I don’t??? even get IM notifications on my phone when I’m in class because of battery saver, so o(-( discord is a big pref for me. ✿ NAME OF MUSE(S)       ajax childe foul legacy tartaglia pick one lmAO

✿ EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?)       ohhh god I wish I knew. since the early 2000s? my best guess is 15-ish years, give or take.

✿ PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED       tumblr, discord, old school fandom chatrooms, forums, dreamwidth, gaia online, myspace (don’t look at me dsfhsdf), msn and skype back in ye olden days,,,,runescape--

✿ BEST EXPERIENCE       I think my best experience was in a multifandom chatroom I frequented with my friends in high school. it was just! crossovers galore, and it somehow just made sense. it was so wild and fun! ah I miss the simplicity of it. there was just. not a care in the world about all the little details back then.

✿ RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS       posts that go untrimmed kind of annoy me, but I wouldn’t call it a dealbreaker. promoting drama and / or posting a lot of negativity and shitpost-y content to the point where it’s the only thing on my dashboard kind of is, though. o(-( I don’t mind it once in a while, but when it’s the only thing? dsfkhdf none for me, thanks. I also??? hate when people,,,act above other writers,,,,who are only here to ship, like??? man. they’re not hurting you let them (me) write their funny little ships/romance/smut goddamn. why can’t they write things that they like. why do you gotta get so high and mighty about it. I don’t get it. we’re all just here to have a good time and indulge in this dumb little hobby hrhghrhgh

✿ FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT       I enjoy all three in no particular order! it really depends on what I’m in the mood for at any given time. I’m always So Soft for fluff; it’s easily my favorite thing to write. but I’ve been kind of on an angst kick lately, and I won’t lie, I’m always down and in the mood for spice LMAO.

✿ PLOTS OR MEMES       I like a mixture of the two, tbh. memes are such a nice way to break the ice and explore new scenarios and concepts, but when I don’t have a direction or goal for a thread or a dynamic between two characters, I,,,tend to lose inspo Very Fast aaaa;;; 

✿ LONG OR SHORT REPLIES       I much prefer to start short and transition to longer replies if / when the inspiration strikes dkfjhsd a lot of people can set up a scene right out the gate, but I’m the opposite where I gotta start with a vague idea and feel it out / build it as I go DSFHSD IT’S WEIRD I KNOW I’M SORRY.

✿ BEST TIME TO WRITE       late night / early morning when everyone’s asleep and I have no distractions (I am so easily distracted dsfhdf)

✿ ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)       I think there are some similarities :thinking: like,,,I enjoy a good challenge (see: if I’m not suffering in a game, then I’m not having fun JKSDFNHD) and my family means the world to me, even if sometimes they’re not all that great, but,,,other than that, I don’t really think so. childe is an outgoing and charismatic go-getter, and I’m,,not LMAO. if there’s any character in genpact that I’m like personality-wise, it’s def tighnari.

tagged by @rosemourne ♥!! tagging nobody; please steal it I’m shy dsfhnsdkfj

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#𝑷𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑺𝑾𝑪𝑹𝑵   —   private   and   selective   mutuals   only   rp   blog   for   𝐂𝐘𝐍𝐎   /   the   Judicator   of   Secrets   of   𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓   —   NSFW   themes   present.   minors   please   𝑫𝑶 𝑵𝑶𝑻   interact.   OC   /   duplicate   /   crossover   friendly.   wished   by   𝗚𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲.

𝑪 𝑨 𝑹 𝑹 𝑫. ← please read! quick rules below.

not all of the 𝑴𝑶𝑶𝑵'𝑺 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑺 are 𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑳𝑬. ☼

𝑮𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺! Thanks  for  taking  the  time  to  read  these.  A  few  basic  rules  to  set  down  before  following/interacting  with  me.  

𝐈.  as  stated  above  -  this  blog  is  𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄, 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄,  and  𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘.  if  i  follow  you,  that  fully  means  i'd  like  to  interact.  this  also  means  i  interact  exclusively  with  my  mutual  followers.  additionally,  PERSONAL  BLOGS  WITHOUT  RP  SIDEBLOGS  WILL  ABSOLUTELY  BE  BLOCKED  ON  SIGHT.  

i  am  𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄  /  𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏  /  𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑  /  𝐎𝐂  /  𝐃𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄  friendly!  i  do  not  tend  to  practice  mains  or  exclusives,  but  will  do  so  at  the  behest  of  my  partner.  on  the  rare  occasions  that  i  do  so,  those  relationships  will  be  listed  here.  

𝐈𝐈.  my  activity  is  highly  sporadic  -  but  i  would  define  this  particular  blog  as  𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐔𝐌 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘  at  present.  unfortunately,  i  am  an  adult  with  adult  responsibilities  -  and  other  blogs  that  i  run.  if  you  cannot  find  me  here  -  you  can  likely  find  me  at  my  multi:  rosemourne.  i  just  want  to  reiterate  that  this  is  a  hobby  for  me,  so  please  be  patient  and  kind!  

𝐈𝐈𝐈.  i  am...  a  very  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐘  writer.  at  least  2-4  paragraphs  in  length,  often  more.  i  do  not  expect  to  be  matched  word  for  word,  but  quality  over  quantity  is  always  appreciated.  please  do  not  be  deterred  by  my  post  length.  i  just  really,  really  like  writing.   in  terms  of  formatting  -  i  do  format  my  posts,  and  use  icons  when  the  situation  strikes,  but  i  don't  expect  my  partner  to  do  the  same.  given  the  way  that  tumblr's  dash  behaves  especially.

𝐈𝐕. i  love  𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆.  i  find  it  to  be  not  only  an  excellent  character  development  tool  but  just  really  fun  to  write  as  a  whole.  i  will  write  MOST  varieties  of  ships,  from  𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂,  𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂,  to  𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂  -  but  obviously  i  will  not  write  with  minors,  minor  muses,  incest,  etc.

that  said,  cyno  is  a  stern  and  emotionally  closed-off  character.  i  won't  sacrifice  that  characterization  for  the  sake  of  shipping.  i  also  wholly  prefer  chemistry  over  anything  else.  however,  if  you're  interested  in  shipping,  please  feel  free  to  approach  me!  i  can  pretty  much  guarantee  i'm  interested  too.  

a  list  of  ships  i'm  partial  to  includes  (but  is  certainly  not  limited  to):  cynari,  cytham,  cylou,  etc.

𝐕.  𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  will  be  present  on  this  blog.  cyno  and  i  are  both  above  the  age  of  21+  and  i  don't  shy  away  from  writing  topics  such  as  sexual  themes,  gore,  violence,  etc.  any  triggering  content  or  smut  will  be  tagged  accordingly  and/or  placed  under  a  read  more.  again,  if  you  a  minor,  i  𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐋𝐘  suggest  not  following  me.  

𝐕𝐈.  i  tend  to  abhor  𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀,  and  do  my  best  to  avoid  it.  i  won't  unfollow  you  for  reblogging  callout  posts  (unless  it's  in  extreme  excess),  but  i'd  prefer  to  not  play  RP  politics  as  this  is  my  relaxing  hobby.  

𝐕𝐈𝐈.  𝐃𝐍𝐈 if  you  codone  or  write  incest,  pedophilia,  rape,  etc.  homophobia,  racism,  transphobia,  biphobia  by  MUNS  will  NOT  be  tolerated  in  the  slightest.  it's  2022  people.  get  it  together.  

𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈.  none  of  the  𝐀𝐑𝐓  on  this  blog  is  mine  unless  stated  otherwise.  additionally,  i  usually  make  my  own  graphics.  all  utilized  resources  will  be  credited  on  my  carrd.  

���  lastly,  my  name  is  𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞!  i'm  29  years  old  with  she/her  pronouns  and  your  local  tired  mom  friend.  please  never  be  afraid  to  slide  into  my  DMs  or  ask  for  my  UID/Disc!  i  am  friendly  i  swear.

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Once Upon a Time

@rosemourn​

     This couldn’t be happening, this sort of thing didn’t happen in the real world. This was the sort of tale that would be spun in one of her twice-read books that she had borrowed from the lonely little shelf in town. Belle’s father had returned home wide eyed and terrified, speaking of a beast in the woods who lived in an enchanted castle. He spoke of magic within the very walls of the palace and a beautiful rose garden she could only dream to behold, one that had apparently been his undoing. She blamed herself, it was her own doing really. 

     She had asked for a single rose from the market he would be presenting his music box at, it was all she ever asked for. Other girls of her age would ask for jewelry or fine silks but Belle was a very simple girl, one who understood they could not afford such luxury. Besides, Belle loved roses. They reminded her of her late mother, mostly because her father kept a painting in their house of her mother holding her as a baby that contained a single red rose. 

     It was the only time she had ever seen her mother’s face, but she felt her near every time her father brought her home a rose. Each time the roses would begin to wilt she would pluck the petals and let them dry before pressing them into the pages of an empty notebook she kept in her room, one she never had the heart to write in for fear of running out of room for future flowers. So she kept it only for flower petals, and only for roses for that matter. And when he missed her mother the most or she was her most sad, she would look at them before bed. Before her father had left for the market she had asked him for just one thing to know about her mother, though she knew it pained him to speak of her. 

     ‘Your mother was...fearless. Absolutely...fearless.’

     She wanted to be just like her mother, beautiful and wild and fearless.

     That was the thought she held onto when she fought with her father about who would return to the castle of the beast he claimed to have met in the woods. He told her that the monster had only freed him with the promise that either he would return to the castle as his prisoner or that Belle would return and take his place, though he hoped for the latter. And as she turned the stem of the rose he had been allowed to bring home over and over again in her hand while avoiding the thorns, she thought only of what her mother would do. Her mother would be absolutely fearless. 

     So, she agreed to spend one last night with her father, allowing him to believe that she would respect his wishes and stay in the village. If she did that she would be alone and have no choice but to marry Gaston in order to continue on living, he had only just told her what happened to girls like her when they lost their fathers, and she didn’t want to prove him right. So she let her father believe that he would return to the castle the next morning, making his favorite dinner for him and spending the evening together as a way of saying goodbye. It hurt to lie to him, but it would hurt more to send him back to whatever creature had done this to their family.

     She had sent her father off to bed and had promised she would see him in the morning to send him off back to the woods, surprised that he hadn’t noticed she had hugged him extra tight before he went to sleep. She had gone to her room and found the only bag she owned tucked away under her bed, filling it with the book she filled with rose petals, the book she had been allowed to keep from the town collection only a few days before, a sketch book that had been a gift from her father and a few drawing pencils. She had very few things to her name, this was about all she had. 

     She took one last look at her childhood home before going outside to find her father’s horse, climbing on his back quietly and patting his neck. “Come on old friend...let’s go,” she said, taking a deep breath as the horse headed out of the town she had always known in order to head to a place she wasn’t altogether sure she was ready for. Her last look at the town left her feeling oddly empty, knowing she had never belonged there in the first place but highly doubting she would belong in her next home either. Belle highly doubted she belonged anywhere. 

      As her horse seemed to follow an invisible trail through the woods she found herself wondering what horrors lay before her. What sort of beast had done this to her family? What sort of creature was he? Why did he want so dearly to part her from her father in one way or another in the name of a simple flower? She feared the worst, an anger building up in her stomach towards whatever man or myth had done this to her and to her father. She held resentment in her heart after the almost endless journey finally came to a halt, her father’s horse slowing after entering the gates of what looked to be a forgotten palace. She didn’t know what would be a worse outcome, to find that her father was telling the truth and that a beast lived inside this castle or that her father had gone mad and none of it was real. But judging by the way her horse seemed to come to a full stop now that they were here, she feared the former more than the latter. 

     She patted Phillipe on the neck and kept still as he wandered towards a stable on the side of the castle, deciding it best to go inside now rather than wait until morning with Phillipe. What did this beast want with her? To lock her up like a play thing? To eat her? To kill her? She had no idea, but she promised herself that she would make her mother proud and walk into the unknown with a bravery such as she had never known before. Absolutely fearless. 

     She made her way back towards the front of the castle after getting Phillipe settled, holding her hood over her face to keep her skin protected from the chill in the air, slowly making her way up the steps to the front door, swallowing thickly as she got there. She didn’t bother to knock, simply pushing the door open and letting herself in, the inside looking even more so abandoned than the outside. What was she to say? Hello? She felt silly almost, this castle looked like no one had lived in it for centuries. 

     “Hello?” she called, feeling silly and like she was talking to no one, though she lowered her hood. Why hadn’t she found a weapon to bring so she might protect herself? Did she even know where one was back in the village in order to have brought it? “I came like you wanted...to offer myself in my father’s stead. If you can hear me...come out,” she said, trying to sound as firm as possible, though she couldn’t help the uneasiness within her.