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joshy-tomato · 1 year

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The pretty eyed boy.

If Ruby fell first.

Ruby was never particularly interested in romance, neither boys nor girls nor in between called her attention. She didn’t get it, and from her point of view seemed more like something painful and distracting, she saw Pyrrah constantly trying to get Jaune's attention without much progress, Nora's increasing frustration at Ren's obliviousness, the way Weiss's heart broke when Neptune rejected her with little to no explanation or care for her feelings, Yang constant denial that there was anything wrong when it came to Blake and Sun growing relationship even when it was clear she was not happy about it… yeah, having crushes seemed to be annoying, or maybe her friends just had terrible luck.

Maybe it was like that anything else in life, it wasn't easy and needed work and compromise. But right now Ruby thought it wasn't the time. After the Fall of Beacon it was clear that there was something bigger and scarier, and the only people able to stop that were them. Romance, a partner would be just a distraction.

It could wait.

Maybe, if she survived the war, she thought, passing the page of her comic book while trying to ignore the ruckus coming from the living room, but Nora's high-pitched voice was making it hard. For the tone she could be fighting someone verbally, Ruby wondered who, JNR didn't have in-fights frequently.

Perhaps it was better if she went to check.

She busted into the living room, complaining about being unable to read her comics when she saw the root of the problem.

There was a boy at the door, maybe her age, maybe slightly younger. The next thing she registered was his eyes, big and rounded, a pool of greens, browns, and oranges in perfect harmony, framed in dark and thin eyelashes. Those were pretty eyes for sure. A cute boy.

“You have silver eyes.” The boy said and Ruby felt her body heat go up. Was that a compliment? Was the cute boy flirting with her? What should she do? What to say? Dang Yang for not being here, Ruby was having a crisis.

“Your eyes are really pretty too.” She said, but apparently it didn’t come as smooth as it sounded in her brain, she could feel JNR judging her for flirting with the stranger and the face of said stranger going to a deep shade of red, like a mature tomato.

Awkward…

At that moment her uncle busted through the door and for the first time, Ruby was relieved to see him drunk.

Thanks the brothers, a distraction.

—

Apparently, things were worse than she had expected. Not only she had pathetically failed at flirting with the cute boy, but said cute boy, named Oscar, was some kind of weird reincarnation of her deceased headmaster. As if that hadn’t been awkward already.

In the middle of the explanation, Oscar looked at her and smiled, friendly, maybe a little uncomfortable, but reassuring.

Ruby smiled back.

At least Oscar was still cute.

#rwby #rosegarden #ruby rose #oscar pine #My writing #i should be writting my other wips but i was in a mood for rg #it is supossed to be a one shot but i tend to be inconscitent with that #anyways #rosegarden reverse crush au

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lenin-it-to-win-it · 2 years

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Frodo helping Sam name his firstborn child: well a flower name would honor her mother and fit in well with the other children in the shire-- why not name her after that lovely flower we saw in lothlorien, the most beautiful place we ever visited in all our travels?

Sam, who ran out of names after child #7: if its a girl, ill throw a rock in the garden and name her after the first thing I hit

#lord of the rings #lotr #'tell me you ran out of names without telling me you ran out of names' 'he has kids named rose AND primrose'#and daisy thats another flower name #robin is NOT a flower name. sam did the rock thing again and hit a bird that time #honestly imagine the conversations sam has to have with these kids when they get older #like 'elanor you have a very sweet and meaningful name chosen by my dearest friend in the world'#'rose youre named after your mother'#'daisy. .. thats... thats also a flower'#'primrose.. same..'#'robin a bird died the day you were born. i killed it with a rock and the letters of your name were writ in its blood'

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oatsynalliums · 8 months

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Cookies.

(i enjoyed writing this oneshot, i just like sam nook)

The evening was peaceful - the snow falling with the utmost grace, gently landing on the leaves of trees and petals of flowers that were caught in the sudden snowy weather,

The flowers seemed to almost freeze entirely in the cold looking as though they were sculpted of a precious gemstone.

Looking out of the window of one of the houses caught in the snow storm, was Tommy - watching as the trees swayed slightly in the wind,

He was left alone on the couch, covered in a throw blanket whilst the fireplace burned quietly.

Tommy slowly looked back over the room he was in, scanning the floor before moving up to the walls - turning his attention to a nearby room, listening in as Sam Nook moved around placing and moving things on table space that he couldn't see,

He listened to the noise of the oven being preheated, the beeping of the buttons being pressed most certainly giving it away.

He slowly looked back to the room, scanning the walls briefly before grabbing a remote that was sitting on the coffee table in front of him, lifting it and using said remote to both turn on the tv in the room and pick a show to fill the slight silence still in the house.

He sat watching the tv quietly for a few minutes before he felt as though something was wrong, trying to ignore the feeling of his legs going numb - said numbness spreading up to his arms and soon all he heard was ringing,

He couldn't bring himself to say anything, tears welling up in his eyes and threatening to fall if he wasn't careful.

The feeling of unease slowly changed to dread, thoughts starting to circle and spread like wildfire in his mind. ‘Was he truly safe here?’ ‘Are the people he knows safe?’ where the questions he asked himself silently, tears starting to fall at an alarming rate.

His breathing nearly stopped, his breathing slowly becoming erratic.

He was desperately trying to calm down, struggling to get his breathing under control - looking around the room in panic, trying to focus on anything else in that room,

Said panic made it hard to identify anything in that room, even the figure that was standing in front of him that was trying to get his attention.

Slowly focusing on the figure in front of him, he noticed that it was trying to speak to him - so he focused on trying to understand what it was saying.

He couldn't quite make it out at first, but after a few moments he was able to get it down.

‘Tommy?’

‘Tommy, are you alright?’

At that moment Tommy realized that it was Sam Nook trying to get his attention - nook must've rushed in when he heard Tommy start hyperventilating,

Tommy opened his mouth to say something but couldn't force even a single word out.

‘There you are! You don't have to talk, tom’, nook spoke as he sat down next to tommy, moving a hand up and gently ruffling his hair ‘take your time, okay? There's no need to rush’

Tommy seemed to calm down at the action, regaining some feeling in his limbs as he relaxed a little bit into the couch,

Watching as nook wiped some stray tears off of Tommy's face.

‘You're fine, you're safe, i promise’ nook spoke, patting Tommy’s shoulder - receiving a quiet okay in response,

‘Can you tell me what happened?’ Nook asked, watching Tommy shake his head ‘no’.

‘That is alright. Did you want me to call someone?’ he asked, allowing a moment of silence to rise so that Tommy could decide,

‘No..’ Tommy mumbled out, receiving a nod from nook.

‘How uhm.. How long have I been like that for..?’ Tommy questioned,

‘not long. A few minutes, maybe about 4.’ Nook answered, standing up.

‘Would you like to come make the cookies with me?’ Nook asked, holding a hand out as an offer to help Tommy off the couch - watching Tommy grab his hand and pull himself up, using nook as balance for a little before letting go.

‘ yeah, i'd like that..’ Tommy spoke as an answer, receiving a smile and tail wag as a visual response - smiling back a little bit.

He followed Nook into the next room after a little bit - the kitchen.

Nook went and got an apron, helping Tommy put it on before they started - Tommy watched as Nook went and fetched the recipe, reading it off as Tommy mixed the ingredients in various bowls.

‘Nook?’ tommy asked

‘Yes, tommy?’ Nook answered, looking at Tommy properly.

‘Who are these cookies for?’ he questioned, mixing some ingredients together

‘Oh, well these were for tubbo - but I assumed you might have wanted some so I doubled the ingredients so you could!’ nook responded, tail wagging a bit.

‘Wait really? You doubled the batch just for me?’ Tommy looked at Nook, flabbergasted.

‘Sure did! Did you not want me too?’ Nook asked, seeming a bit worried.

‘Oh, no it's fine I appreciate it and all, but you did that just for me? I know you probably shouldn't, but are you going to eat some as well?’ Tommy responded in question - watching Nook pause for a little bit.

‘If you wish me too, then I will!’ he spoke after a moment.

Tommy nodded, handing the finished bowl of cookie dough to nook and watching as he both spread the dough on various trays and put them in the oven, helping Tommy take off the apron afterwards and put it away.

Nook went and led Tommy back to the couch, sitting him down and tucking him in - telling him to stay there for a little and that he’d be right back before going back to the kitchen.

Tommy listened as the sink was turned on and some dishes hit the metal of the sink - most certainly the bowls and utensils that were dirtied from the activity that was done earlier.

He listened as cupboards were opened and closed, as something was pulled out of the fridge and set on a table in the room - listening as something started to boil and be mixed.

Tommy was quite confused on what Nook was doing, but sat quietly in his spot just like Nook had told him too.

It didn't take long for Nook to finish up and walk back to the couch, very carefully handing something to Tommy - upon a somewhat quick glance, it was a cup of hot chocolate.

‘ Do be careful, I don't want you burning yourself’ nook spoke, watching Tommy take the mug into his hands and look it over a little.

‘Thanks nook, you're awesome!’ said Tommy in amazement, absolutely in awe with how Nook made the hot chocolate - receiving a chuckle from Nook as he sat down.

‘ I'm glad you're feeling better, Toms.’

#Red like roses #Dsmp au #Tommy #Sam nook #Oneshot #Fluff #Slight angst #Poorly writting panic attack #Kinda?#Domestic happines #My beloved #Fic

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angelicxlly · 25 days

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❀ (twins moment)

𝒜 𝒮𝓎𝓂𝒷𝑜𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝑀𝓊𝓈𝑒’𝓈 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 // 𝒜𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓅𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 ❀ - Pulling them into a tight embrace whilst crying.

{ ♫ }

{ ⟡ } ———After lifting the velvety veil covering the portal & upon crossing through the Looking Glass, it would had seem as if the finely adorned mirror serving as welcoming door would had been changed places...

This was not the inviting & perfumed Rosarium with the buzzing flutter of thousands of whimsical critter, there wasn’t laughter coming from petite lungs nor crystal bells voices proclaiming greetings to receive her. There was no the chit-chatter of teacups nor the breeze whispering the secrets of birds.

Instead, what reigned there was overwhelming solitude & sadness across intangible trees, despite the sweetened scenery. It was all a melancholic illusion, as phantasmagorical blossoms of lustrous gold would take root everywhere, conquering every old furniture that seemed to be lost to time. The roaming of foxes, squirrels & ravens that weren’t really there across the dancing grass, peppered of wild flowers. The canopies of leaves gently rustling as the branches seemed to touch the skies, filtering sunlight down to the long path…

& suddenly the images of half a dozen of women dressed in delicate silks, dancing & singing in languages so ancient that could never be translated to any current human tongue. All of them wearing crowns of golden roses, with several little trinkets braided among ebony locks. Faeric & iridiscent, wings would flutter on occasion on their backs, if not resting as if those were a fine cape, all in harmonic glee when even more people would join them in their melodies as if a festivity would be held in this dream space… ...& yet the prevalent emotion that could be caught untangling would be tortuous nostalgia, as standing while giving her back to her, would be her Twin, watching them all dance & sing without intervening.

“You may probably call me a fool, & maybe I am.” Her voice betray no emotion, but it was a mere facade. A lie to Herself, knowing full well perhaps the closer they were, the tighter the bond. All that leaked from her were emotions of pure, unadulterated, sadness despite the faux giggle that dared to pass through her simper. “But I love to indulge a little bit… Dreams of the Garden, Memories of the Forest…”

There was familiarity to all of the faces from both the Nymphs whose features indubitably looked related to the Enchantress, as the many mages, druids, & common folk also celebrating. Music was played, with some missteps that the illusions seemed to not care for. “I apologize, I may be Immortal & can remember many old things, but for some symphonies I’m not able to replicate fully. My First Coven loved to add melody to their enchantments, & the Spring Equinox was always deemed sacred by our kind… I wonder if fate would had been kinder, if all would had ever meet, would had been this blissful as Earth would awake, as Roses would bloom once more?”

She would turn around to look at her twin, black tears staining across porcelain cheeks. Oh, her heart ached so terribly, & for a minute she felt concerned. If her ‘Sister’ could feel anything as strongly as she had done during their last conversation, the tale making her soul ache devastatingly & her own eyes to tear up ever so slightly at certain points where loss could not only be shared in the spawn of second, but also with terrible acknowledgment…

It was impossible to Emilia to wonder if her Twin feeling her pain would be crueler after the effrontery she had displayed just a couple of days prior. Suddenly her mask of tranquility, despite the ink falling freely upon her skin, would start to shatter.

“Emilia, I— " An apology caught on her throat as her Twin had come towards her & pulling her into an embrace oh-so tightly it let her breathless out of deep sentiment...

Silence reigned then, as if time had stopped & even the fantasy had loss the continuity out of a conscious mind. Only fake sunlight filtering through the trees, colored with hues of dusk. Only the subtle scent of wildflowers among their feet that weren’t previously there & differently from the blooms of the fantasy, those could be felt gently brushing against silks & skin. Oh, how her heart broke & shattered in a single second, yet it felt aided as she eagerly returned the embrace to her Twin, silently shedding her tears against her shoulder…

Grief was all-consuming, flowing through her veins within the boiling power stolen from the images of people dancing, now stopped in time as it all was a piltovian film. It was all sadness, as the songs would stop, as the laugher would be no more. It was all silent agony as she would allow the dream space to slowly melt. Grass & flowers withered away, critters disappearing with the people as the single mirage they were… all in a couple of blinks was replaced by what could be recognized as place among the catacombs of the Cabal… … All the Secrets of a Garden, ever hidden underground.

Only the dim light of candles would eventually return. Warm & real as the flames decorated the golden holders shaped as flowers. Many steps away, at the end of the stance that seemed to be a vast & secluded library from they truly were, was the Looking Glass, some Pixies sitting near & others resting among the many dark roses at the vases in the room.

“My apologies that you had to see me like this… or fall into one of my self deceptions & fabrications, I tend to fall into loops of remembrance, before I notice it, I’m lost to time…” Her Sisters, Her Coven, The Forest Incarnate… she wouldn’t lie if asked, & perhaps the bond allowed more than she may give it credit for, but their conversation may had opened her own wounds to the horrible truths of Loss, parsimoniously awakening the grasp of never-ending mourning upon the frail organ inside her chest…

She may not say it aloud neither, but the fact the Looking Glass had been brought in this personal space from its spot at the Rosarium, albeit covered from the other end & without any manner of communication, it had been an almost unconscious need of seeking company from someone she had chosen to deem as ‘family’ once more, after so so long.

Her arms tightened around her twin tighter, as more tears would be shed from her closing eyes, allowing herself a moment of weakness, a moment of sheer & genuine solace.

@blackrosesmatron ♥

#Beauty perishes in life but is immortal in art ;; LeBlanc IC #A Rose by Other Name ;; blackrosesmatron #verse ;; canon #// Twin caught Twin in one of her Memory loops; welcome (?)#// hi; i shook my heart writting aiohdaoihda & ended with a long mess ; sorry i placed the song to write and got carried away -- :'''D

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darklove9314-blog · 2 years

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Prompt- acowar nessian has to go flying for some reason and nesta is really curious about wings and Illyrian culture and asks cassian questions no one else has bothered to and he gets to share his culture

Nesta hadn't been sure why she had said yes to this in the first place, she was dead tired, her bones wary and her mind not in the right place to take company, but still when Cassian had knocked upon her door, an eager look on his face that she had finally bothered to answer, her annoyance softened a little.

She had opened her door wide enough for him to come inside, hearing the door shut gently as he stepped inside. She turned towards him clasping her hands together to stop them from shaking.

Her memory since turning had become sharper, remembering every detail of everyday, even the ones where she had been human. Her mind especially favoring the first time her and Cassian were truly alone. The time where he had kissed her neck and had felt so inviting to her that he had almost felt like home. A true home, not the one she had grown up in that was colder than any winter she had experienced.

She glanced at him, remembering his tongue darting towards her neck, how it had snapped her out of it after she had wondered what else his tongue could do to her. She shoved that thought down worried that his heightened scent would be able to trace any sort of arousal from her as she cleared her throat drawing his attention.

"Was there a reason you sought me out?" Shew asked him, wondering if her sister had sent him to her rooms to gather her for something.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go flying with me." He said, catching her oof guard.

Her stomach tossed at the thought, remembering her first flying experience with Rhysand and how it had made her vomit her guts out. She didn't think she could bare that again as Cassian's gaze searched hers.

"I promise flying isn't as bad as Rhys made it out to be, he was just being an asshole." Cassian told her as she gave him a sidelong glance.

"And you think that flying with you will help me get over that fear?" She inquired as Cassian glanced at her.

"Well, while it won'[t be as riveting as your flight with Rhys, I promise I'll be gentle. So what do you say, Nes, Do you want to come flying with me?"

Nesta was about to decline this offer until she caught sight of Cassian's gaze, the need there to be close to her. No man had ever gazed upon her the way that Cassian had and it was that look alone that had her saying.

"Sure. Why not."

Cassian glanced at her in surprise, almost like he had expected her to say no as he opened up the doors to her balcony, holding out his hand towards her as she walked over towards him , grasping onto it as he gathered her into his arms making her heart patter in response.

She willed her heart to quiet as he bent his knees launching them up into the skies as she shut her eyes tightly, clinging onto his neck for dear life as her hair wiped around her. She refused to open them until Cassian had set a steady pace and had assured Nesta that she was safe with him.

She opened up her eyes taking in deep breaths to tame the queasiness in her stomach trying to think of anything besides the fact that she was several feet from the ground and one false move could have her plummeting to her death.

She glanced at Cassina's wings thinking of a question that she could ask him to distract herself.

"Is having sex different with your wings?" She asked immediatley clamping her mouth shut as soon as the question was out. Why out of all the question she could inquire about his wings and how they worked, had she chosen to ask that specific one.

He chuckled making her cheeks redden, mortified, though Cassian seemed to be enjoying himself.

"Who knew Nesta Archeron had such a dirty mind." He stated.

"Forget I asked." She huffed, not sure where to focus now that she couldn't bare to look at him.

"No shame in a genuine question, Nes." He started.

"Why is calling me Nesta so difficult?"

"Because I like Nes. Everyone calls you Nesta, and I like to think I have a nickname that only I can call you."

"I barely tolerate it when you call me Nes." She pointed out.

"And yet you still let me use it."

"Whatever you say, Cassie." She shot back making him frown slightly.

"Point taken." He mused before he shifted the conversation to another topic. "So back to the topic of sex."

She groaned wishing that she could forget that she had asked that question, but of course when it came to things that were sexual she could almost guarantee that Cassian was more than willing to answer any question she inquired about.

"To answer your question, it takes some time to get used to, As you go along you find different positions to accommodate your wings to where it's pleasurable for both you and your partner. and you even learn how to incorporate them into intercourse."

"I'm sorry-what. You use your wings to-"

"You'd be surprised how many females enjoy wings traveling down their breast."

Nesta shook out the imagery that had taken form in her mind, the last thing she wanted was to imagine how Cassian would use his wings to pleasure her if this dalliance of theirs ever turned into more.

"Can we talk about something else?" She asked as he nodded.

"What did you want to talk about?"

"Was learning how to fly again difficult after your-after your injury?" She asked, not sure if she should have stepped into this territory, but it was something that she wanted to inquire about for a while.

One of Cassian's wings twitched in response as if he was remembering that moment once again as he told her.

"Hold onto me."

She nodded as she closed her eyes when they descended where he landed them on a mountain overlooking Velaris, the view taking her breath away as she stepped closer to take a better look.

A few moments later, Nesta felt Cassian beside her as he answered her question,

"Yes. There were days when I would wake up, where the shredding in my wings were damn near unbearable to stand. Days where Madja would have to put me under with medication when the pain was too unimaginable. Days where I would try to fly and get only a centimeter off the ground. Those times...those times I would sink down to the ground and wish that the King had killed me instead."

She in took a sharp take of breath, glancing at him, before reaching out to clasp his hand, catching him off guard. His hand warm in hers. They glanced down at their intertwined hands, shock coursing through both of them as they gazed at one another, the feeling of each others hands almost natural.

"What-What made you get through it? The feeling of wanting to-" She didn't finish that sentence, she didn't have to. Their souls were two halves of the same whole, he could read her like an open book with just a glance as he tilted her head up to meet his stare.

"You."

"But I didn't-"

"I couldn't leave you alone. Especially not after me and the others failed you. We played a part in you becoming fae, and I'd be a real prick if I left you to handle this alone."

"You don't owe me anything." She reminded him, but she knew deep down that it wasn't in Cassian's nature to leave others alone.

"I would go through all the pain again to ensure that you were still here with me Nesta. To ensure that Azriel was still alive. It's just that sometimes-sometimes my mind goes to a dark place when it comes to my wings."

"Is there a reason why they're so important to you?" She asked, a look of shock passing Cassian's not because he found the question offensive, because he had never had someone ask him that question.

"I've had my wings ever since I was a babe. They're a part of who I am as a person. When I almost lost them it felt like-"

"Like you were losing a part of who you were?"

Cassian glanced at her, his hazel eyes softening.

"Exactly. Illyrian males take pride in their wings, Without them-Without them it's almost like we're nothing at all."

Nesta's heart hurt at Cassian's confession as she felt herself draw closer to him, wrapping her arms around him as he gasped slightly in surprise. Before she felt his own arms encircle her.

Nesta didn't know how long they stood there until she pulled away glancing up towards the skies.

"I'm glad that you're still here." She admitted to him as he glanced at her.

"I'm glad that I am too."

"Do you ever miss it?" She asked making his eyebrows lift in confusion. "Miss Windhaven?"

For the second time that day, Nesta had caught Cassian off guard with her question as he turned towards the skies, a small smile spreading across his face as if in another time, another place.

“If you asked Rhys or Azriel that question, their answer would have probably been different from mine, but even though I acknowledge problems within the place I grew up, there is a deep sense of community and family there. And at the end of the day I wouldn’t have met Rhys or Azriel if I hadn’t been apart of it. Was there horrible parts of my childhood, of course there were, but Rhys’s mother helped me embrace the parts that I loved about it while acknowledging that we could work together to make the future brighter for every illyyrian child, so that they won’t meet the same fate that Az or I did.”

Nesta’s heart sank for Cassian, for the child he used to be. They glanced at one another for a couple moments longer before she said,

“Rhys’s mother seemed like an extraordinary woman.”

A sad smile crossed Cassian’s face as if he were in a different time, a different place.

“That she was. She gave me a mother figure to look up to when I thought the hope for that was lost, and she gave me a home when there wasn’t one.”

“It’s why you love Rhys so much.” Nesta observed. Her and her brother-in-law may have a strained relationship with one another, but she did have to give credit to him where it was due.

“I don’t consider Rhys my brother for no reason.” Cassian told her as he extended his hand out towards her.

“Are you ready to go back home?”

Home. Such a foriegn word when it came to her, and yet she found herself reaching her hand out to Cassian, grasping his hand in hers as he pulled her to him, the wind breezing in her hair, wiping it around them as Cassian gathered her in his arms and launched them into the skies to go back home, wherever home was. Wherever he was.

#nesta archeron #nesta #cassian #nessian #anon ask #writting prompt #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #a court of thornes and roses #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and ruin #a court of frost and starlight #a court of silver flames

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void-botanist · 2 months

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Rose’s Kiss Week Day 3: Focus

OCs: Marcus Asalun (aka Anchesh Pabat) and Pali Ores-Pabat

Words: 309

Content warnings: none

Notes: Anchesh and Pali have been married for a few months. She's a shifter, so she looks fully human.

“Hey,” Anchesh said as he cracked the door with his shoulder. “I brought you a smoothie.”

“Did you make me a smoothie?” Pali answered, and he took that as an invitation to come in.

“No, but Klia would have done better at it anyway. They put actual protein in here.” He circled around to put the glass down in the only open space on her desk.

“Protein powder or nut butter?” she said without looking away from her tablet.

“Nut butter. I don’t remember which one though.”

“Mm.”

He hadn’t come into her room expecting to chat, but it was clear she wasn’t about to pause her research at all. “Well, I’ll leave you to it.” He kissed the top of her head and stepped toward the door.

“Wait, no, Anchesh—” She snagged his elbow and pulled him back to kiss him on the lips, her other hand wrapping around the back of his neck. For a brief moment, it felt like he was the focus of all her attention. Then she settled back into her chair, letting him straighten up, her hand slipping from the back of his neck to his collarbone. Her smile was soft. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He brushed his knuckles across her cheek, returning her smile. “But do drink your smoothie.”

She turned, picked up the smoothie with both hands, and looked right at him while she took a big enough gulp from the straw that the level fell in the glass. “You’re right, that is really good.” She took another sip of it. “I’ll drink it, you don’t have to supervise me.”

“I’m not supervising,” he said, and he went to the door as though to prove his point. “Let me know if you want anything else.”

“I will,” she said. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he answered, and shut her door behind him.

RKW taglist: @vacantgodling @jezifster @kk7-rbs

#also you don't need to remember the name Klia. they're kitchen staff but named because Anchesh would know staff names #no cut because this one is so short. I just let the scenelets be as long as they felt like being #c: Marcus #c: Pali #wip: iecunem #rose's kiss week #rose writ

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eternalstarlitwonderland · 6 months

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Snow Rose

Quietly, meeting with you here

I didn't mention it to anyone

Keeping it a secret

Between you and I

Quietly, arriving at this hidden place

Then, what do we do?

Suddenly you grab a particular red rose

With snow sprinkled on it

I was surprised by that

Nevertheless, I cherished it

Ah~The pure white snow (This Magical Moment)

Soothing my cold lips

When you kiss me

Warming me up

Ah~Vividly remembering that moment (Kissing you)

Quietly contemplating what to do

My body begins to heat up

When I'm in your arms

Causing me to furiously blush

Ah~The snow begins to melt a little (Your warm glow)

Admiring it and Lusting after it

What's your true purpose?

In this alluring forbidden garden of Eden

This starlit glow has hidden this shimmering light

Unknowingly (Unwaveringly)

This ray of light has become forbidden

Step by step

(My heart begins to skip a little)

Do I want to hear a lovely voice?

From the past?

(Of course, I do!)

Breathtakingly Beautiful, Exquisitely Ethereal

This passionate love affair

Between you and I

Inadvertently, Our gazes meet

Why? (Why?)

(Why do I have this feeling for you?)

This tension between us is very strong

To the point where we are in the same room

One of us has to leave

One of us has to stay

Why? (Why?)

(Why do I have this feeling for you?)

Silence makes this tension stronger

A soft hand (Approaches you)

Passionate interlocking feelings (Our hearts)

Feeling your soft touches

Causing me to melt at your touches

You have that kind of effect on me

I couldn't help to melt in your arms

A single red rose and a flurry of white snow are entwined as one

It's a Snow Rose (SNOW ROSE)

Secretly, I'm becoming undone

Turning into someone else

Not like me

Desperately, I need your soft caresses

That can make me go crazy

If my father knew, He'd be upset with me

So I'm trying to be a good girl

I'm trying to ignore everything

Like nothing even happened

So I can indulge myself

Until the next winter

Ah~A timeless beauty (Stagnation)

Time seems to stagnate

Frozen in time

Like a crystalline time capsule

From the Red Rose's past

Ah~Now suddenly I can feel the coldness from your departure

(My heartache for you)

Please don't leave me hanging

Are you leading me

To this alluring forbidden garden of Eden

Lust always makes people go insane

Unknowingly (Unwaveringly)

Our lips slowly approach each other

The warm heat between us

Could melt the surrounding snow

No hesitation between us (Our bodies entwine)

Sounds of our heart beating (TA-TTHUMP, TA-TTHUMP, TA-THUMP)

We have crossed a line

This time we can't go back

Our bodies wouldn't allow us to do that

It's now or never (Passion Unleash)

Lust is a deeper sensation

Feeling so good (In your arms)

This insatiable appetite for your flesh

Scorching hot passion (Our instinct)

A single red rose and a flurry of white snow are entwined

It's a Snow Rose (SNOW ROSE)

This starlit glow has hidden this shimmering light

Unknowingly (Unwaveringly)

This ray of light has become forbidden

Step by step

(My heart begins to skip a little)

Do I want to hear a lovely voice?

From the past?

(Of course, I do!)

Breathtakingly Beautiful, Exquisitely Ethereal

This passionate love affair

Between you and I

Inadvertently, Our gazes meet

Why? (Why?)

(Why do I have this feeling for you?)

Silence makes this tension stronger

A soft hand (Approaches you)

Passionate interlocking feelings (Our hearts)

Feeling your soft touches

Causing me to melt at your touches

You have that kind of effect on me

I couldn't help to melt in your arms

A single red rose and a flurry of white snow are entwined

It's a Snow Rose (SNOW ROSE)

#my writting #written by me #original song #song lyrics #song writing #snow rose #manon legrand #manon x marisa #manon street fighter #marisa street fighter #my words #words #marisa x manon

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I personally think Nickel and Balloon being mad at eachother for the rest of time would be boring, but Suitcase should have been brought up at some point, yeah

Also the Bowbot thing isn't that Fan mourned her, it's that both Fan and Test tube felt bad for Bow due to how she died and wanted to give her a new chance of life in the competition, and also no other character has the knowledge they do to be able to build a whole robot version of someone

sigh ok listen up bc apparently this is a conversation now.

i never said they had to be mad at eachother forever. litterly thanks for assuming i ment that when ballon wasnt even mad at nickle he was more tired of being harrassed the hatred was mostly kne sided and fed by nickle's bitterness. but if they want to make up thats fine...qhen its set up and excuted ina relaistic way.

their reconciliation was rushed and boring as shit. if u think characters magically getting along and trusting eachother after having bad blood and one litterly isolating, harrassing, and bullying the other for behavoir he himself has is more intersting than a rivalry born out of 2 people being more alike than they r willing to admit but one wants to get better and the other doesn't and maybe they EVENTUALLY become friends after build up then i dont know what to tell u. i mean for me personally, ballon and nickle had a wonderful dynamic to rip into, but if u want to just make them play nice and forgive each other that easily and become buddies fine. i personally like complex and consistent writting that makes payoffs like that feel earned but fine.

also my point? still stands? if a character should have been like "bow deserved better" it should have been marsh or apple or hell even oj. one of her actual friends? ya knwo not the guy who was a stan of the show thay got her killed? an actual friend of hers could have asked testtube or fan to make bow bot. i never said any of them could have made bow bot i just dont think they should have had the idea all thjngs considered it comes outta nowhere. its still stupid as fuck thats how she came into being and not to mention weird af to not tell other ppl who actually mourned bow they were gonna do that. but ok.

listen i dont give a fuck if ppl like III but i came to II2 for character growth and consistent writting, when III was not canon fine like whatever but if thats the canon continuation of some of my favorite characters then i have a right to say that shit was boring and out of character. not what i signed up for, u can have light hearted without erasing set up or rushing archs

#GIRL IM SO TIRED IM NOT WRITTING THE FUCKKGN EASSY #JUST LET ME HAVE NEGATIVE OPIONS TYMBLR ARGGGG #anon #inanimate insanity #ii #object show community #rose rambles

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Tagged by @theladyelizabeth to do these fics/stories asks. <3333 Thank you for giving me the chance to express some of my thoughts! :D

How many works do you have?

I have written many stories over the years. As a child, I wrote stories that I illustrated a bit clumsily, but it was fun to create characters and fantasy stories. Now I have two official works - the story I'm writing now, about Cecily Neville. I have one more that needs to be completely rewritten, about Elizabeth Woodville.

2. What fandoms do you write for?

My stories focus specifically on the medieval era, especially the events that take place in the Wars of the Roses.

3. What are your top 5 stories by kudos?

I haven't written enough stories to have a top 5, but if I were to make a list of stories I want to write in the near or distant future, they would be the following: 1. Proud Cis, which I am currently writing. 2. Elizabeth, a story that I should rewrite in the future. 3. A possible story about Anne of Burgundy, because I adore her and Bedford (they already appear in Proud Cis, so something from their perspective would be interesting to me.) 4. A story about Elizabeth of York, because why not? 5. Maybe a story about Edward I and Eleanor of Castile.

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I will definitely answer! As in the case of my illustrations, I want to respond to each person because I want to show my gratitude for the interest and the beautiful words that are offered to me. If I didn't reply to someone, it was because I didn't know about the comment's existence for various reasons (I didn't notice it/I didn't receive a notification, etc.) If it happens that I don't reply, I don't do it intentionally.

5. What’s the story you wrote with the angtiest ending?

Unfortunately, I never finished any story I wrote, no matter how long or short it turned out to be, so I have no way of knowing what ending I would choose.

6. What’s the story you wrote with the happiest ending?

See the answer to question number 5.

7. Do you get hate on stories?

I had two works posted on Wattpad at one time, but I never received hateful comments. Criticism, yes, but not offensive messages. It seems I was lucky. The strangest comment I got on the Elizabeth Woodville's story - which I find funny to a certain extent - was something about Constantinople.

8. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes and no. I have nothing against explicit content in stories, and although I have some degree of intimacy exposed in my stories, smut is not exactly a detail I want in them. I say this because this aspect does not suit me. I don't know how to write them properly, so I don't do it. But I like to create intimate/romantic scenes that contain more explicit details, without necessarily being integrated into the erotic area.

9. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Yes, I have only one story that fits into this category. It's the first time I do something like this. The story is still in its early stages, because I, together with my friend @teodoraioana221, are trying to arrange the pieces of the puzzle in order to create an enchanting story. The funniest thing is that this whole project started from a simple Sims game, in which we decided to create a story for our characters. A totally innocent thing. It is amazing that from such a tiny detail we have been able to create connections and contexts for our characters, most of them appearing only after we decided on a part of the action. Of course, it is a story that we want to write in the form of a book - webnovel -, which we want to illustrate together. The story would to some extent fall into historical fiction, because we are documenting details - such as food, customs, activities, mentality, fashion, etc. - starting from the end of the Victorian era, passing through WWI-WWII and up to in our present, which means approximately three generations. Yes, we have a pretty extensive family tree and I don't think it will stop there, which makes me excited, haha.

10. Have you ever had a story stolen?

No, but I had a comic stolen with a story I created - "The Queen of the Sun in Splendour". It counts?

11. Have you ever had a story translated?

Again, I don't know if it counts. But a mini-comic that I made with Edward IV and George of Clarence. Comic that was translated without my permission, apparently by a person from China.

12. Have you ever co-written a story before?

No. But I do it now. You can find the answer on question number 9.

13. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

An interesting question. In the beginning, when I barely knew details about the Wars of the Roses, I was obsessed with the Elizabeth WoodvillexEdward IV. At that moment, for me, nothing else mattered except them. My obsession was so great that anyone else didn't matter. I used to dislike Cecily Neville for her apparent refusal to accept Elizabeth. Can you believe it? And now I'm writing a book about her! Can you believe it??? I think this would be my answer: ElizabethxEdward and CecilyxRichard. I can't choose between them, sorry not sorry.

14. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Many of my stories are wips that will never be finished. However, I try not to repeat the mistakes of the past and I strive so that the works of the present never end up like those wips. But I am unpredictable. I am my own enemy.

15.What are your writing strenghts?

I have the impression that I know how to combine facts with reality. I have always tried to make sure that the story I write is 85% accurate. Of course, this percentage can fluctuate, depending on who is reading, I guess. It's possible that I don't know some details because I don't have access to them or maybe simply a context needed to be changed to fit the plot. I think I'm good at describing things. I try not to have boring dialogues - but, again, it depends on who is reading.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

I think that the entire platform is not enough for me to list them all (I am very critical of myself, yes). So I'll pick a few: One of them would be my inability to always have as rich a vocabulary as I would like. Another weakness would be the way I place the action (sometimes I have the impression that the scene I'm writing shouldn't be the way it is because I'm afraid of giving my characters that omniscient aura. Or I just feel that it doesn't work for the scene to proceed like this because maybe it doesn't seem natural enough.) Also, I'm afraid that some scenes are not in line with the character's personality, but I like them too much to get rid of them. The list can go on and on and on... Lucky for me that I have friends – Teo, Nico & Co. – who share their opinions about my stories and talk to me, listen to me and remove my insecurities, preventing me from killing myself with a pen, lololol.

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a story?

Yes, as long as the sentences are not too long. I wrote some in Proud Cis, a short exchange of lines in French, for which I had the help of a friend of mine, Sebastian. I don't trust Google Translate and I'm too afraid that I'll embarrass myself if I write nonsense because I trusted it. Better be safe than sorry.

18. First fandom you wrote for?

Wars of the Roses.

19. Favourite story you’ve ever written?

Definitely Proud Cis. Not only is it the longest official story written so far, but it is also the one in which I put the most effort. Through this project I tried to discover Cecily and at the same time to explore medieval life and mentality. I didn't want a generic story, in which the action takes place at a superficial contextual level. I want to explore more, to understand, to feel. I love to document myself about activities, places, customs, foods, art, traditions, etc. I have read many books in which all these were overlooked or explored in a superficial way because the authors want to focus on the characters or the political situation. But my personal opinion is that all these details are part of the character's component, they are one with them: these details represent the character. I like to imagine scenarios about small things in their lives and expose them with the help of fiction. Sure, for some it might seem boring, but I want to give these details the chance to shine through Cecily and the people around her.

I will tag: @teodoraioana221, @richmond-rex

Participation is up to everyone.

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