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amaliatheartist · 3 months

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You got blood on your hands and I know it's mine

I just need more time

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cactus-cactus-cactus · 2 months

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I’m thinking about soldier and rose again (made a really good soldier sketch during music theory and I really want to finish it when I get home) but like what is the deal with that song why does it make me so crazy?? It’s not even 5 minutes long it’s a plotline that never gets brought back up and it’s just so out of nowhere but it’s SO. LIKE. The love was never there but it was!! No it wasn’t yes it was??? Was it all a lie? Did soldier know what was happening? What the fuck. The song opens with the soldier alone singing about how she’s gotten used to death and ends with her giving rose consent to murder and rob her. The song transitions directly into the silliest goofiest song in the show. Every story I’ve ever written is literally soldierrose. How was this song written. I want to eat it.

#ghost quartet #malloysicals #soldierrose #I’m going actually bananas

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lobotomy-jpeg · 2 years

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Take me onto the dance floor, let me cry against your cheek.

[id: Digital sketch of Soldier and Rose from Ghost Quartet. The Soldier is holding Rose, chest to back. Rose is tilting her face back and the Soldier rests her head in the crook of Rose's neck. Rose is wearing a star necklace. They're both crying. /end id]

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bootsssss · 10 months

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Would you believe me? Do you believe in love? Do you believe in love?

I’ve been listening to Ghost Quartet again whoops. (click for better quality)

#ghost quartet #soldierrose #dave malloy #brittain ashford #gelsey bell #artists on tumblr

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mongreldyke · 9 months

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hello ghost quartet fandom (if ur out there)

#soldierrose #ghost quartet

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crumpledballofpaper · 3 months

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shout out to ships where I can't understand the dynamic, gotta be one of my favorite genders

#this post is for me and for me only #(if you have the exact same interests please talk to me I’m going insane)#permonde #soldierrose #campal #the mechanisms #whouffaldi

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screaming-in-the-streets · 1 year

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my submission for malloysical secret santa!

(also available on ao3)

this is my first (published) fan-fiction, so lmk if there’s better ways to format/ make accessible

written for @lobotomy-jpeg

The first time Rose saw the Knight, she was more surprised than anything. She knew the likes that came into the establishment, and this one… wasn't one of them. Suits of armor didn’t belong in speakeasies. And then, when the Knight took off the helmet, the face held an even more out of place air. There was purity to it, a knowledge of what to do next, a light that made Rose want to follow into battle– until the Knight shifted, and the person looked just as tired and world-weary as any of the other patrons. Just as well, Rose thought to herself, I know what to do with weariness.

The Knight sat at a barstool in front of Rose with an air of exhaustion– no, more than that. This was a husk of a person now. The knight glanced up at Rose with big, doe-brown eyes, and smiled a sad, empty smile, and asked quietly if there was any gin in stock. Rose could feel herself blushing. Blushing? Since when did patrons, no matter how gallant, ever make Rose blush? She shook the thoughts off, and tended to the Knight.

That night, Rose dreamt of a bear and the knight– the knight was fighting the bear— or was the bear fighting the knight? There was a man there Rose did not recognize who was screaming at the knight– wasn’t he? Why was the stranger screaming “Pearl”? Why did Rose feel so angry? The bear turned from the knight and charged at Rose. Both the stranger and the knight cried out. Why did either of them care if she got hurt? She hardly knew the one, and didn’t know the other at all? Why wasn’t she afraid of the bear galloping towards her? The bear roared as it approached. He was coming faster and faster, closer and closer. Why wasn’t she running away? Was it that she couldn’t? Wouldn’t? Rose steeled herself, trying to stand firm for the oncoming impact. The bear was close, she could feel it’s breath, hot and heavy on her face. It’s jaw opened, wider, wider, until Rose was sure it could open no further. The bear lunged, and as the moment of impact stared her down

She awoke with a start, sweating and panting. All she could remember was the overwhelming need for honey.

The next day was as dusty and gray as any before it. The Knight returned, once again, tired and woeful. The Knight– named Soldier, she said– and Rose made small talk over the moonshine Rose poured. In a lull of conversation, Rose remembered her dream.

“Do you know anything about honey?” she asked Soldier, not really expecting an answer. After the initial shock wore off of the Knight’s face, she slowly reached into a pouch at her belt and pulled out a thin, clear vial filled with golden liquid.

“In my time,” Soldier explained ruefully, “Our generals gave us these. They said they were filled with God’s blood that he spilled to encourage us that our bloodshed wasn’t in vain. Never stopped to question why we followed a god who could bleed…” The knight’s face twisted some, and then smoothed over with a shake of her head. “Regardless, one of the others broke, and then we all realized what it actually was. It was too late by then, the war had run its course, on our side and the other. No one won.” Soldier’s face had gone dark again, and Rose thought of the boys who had come home from their war–and the ones who hadn’t come home– and understood far more than the knight said.

Rose had almost expected a dream that night, but the crashing visions that overcame her felt more like memories than stories made inside her head. This time, there was no bear, but instead a dimly lit treehouse. Rose could hear laughter filtering from the window, the crash of waves on the beach. Despite the apparent calm, Rose felt unsettled, angry. She ascended to the treehouse, each step pushing the anger further and further into her veins until she burst through the door. The only thing she could feel was rage, white-hot and burning.

“You.” Rose couldn’t tell if she was screaming at the woman– Pearl, she knew her this time, her sister, how could she— or the man— the man, the Astronomer, her former lover, the man who took what was hers and passed it off as his own. God, it felt like she didn’t know anything other than the fury that burned inside her chest, the pounding of her heart against her ribcage, the agony behind it all. All she knew was these two would pay.

When Rose awoke, she knew what she had to do.

That night at the bar, they had a band playing. It was a small affair, playing songs that did nothing to alleviate the heaviness that settled with the night. When the Knight arrived, Rose felt the same spark of rage light inside her chest. She needed Soldier gone, and she needed that vial. She took her onto the dance floor, in the hopes that proximity would allow Rose to get to the vial. She was spinning in the dust with this stranger and all she could see is her sister’s face– but it wasn’t her but it was her and everything felt heavy and the knight was crying and Rose couldn’t stop and couldn’t reach the vial and everything was heavy and she felt the gun she had snuck under her skirt beat against her leg and—

Rose froze. She turned quickly, taking the steps out the back way, into the dark alley, in the hopes of seeing the stars, of gaining some sense, of catching her breath– Rose didn’t know what she had hoped for. Was she really going to kill some stranger because of some dream she’d had? No, no, that would be crazy, that would be wrong, she wouldn’t do that, would she? Could she? She wrenched the gun out, staring at the black metal. She spiraled, unsure of anything, when a gentle hand touched her back

“Rose,” Soldier whispered, with a look that felt knowing and forgiving and permissive. “Rose.” And with that, the Knight pulled her against her chestplate, wrapped in a hug: a hug of warmth and of friendship, a hug of understanding. Both of them seemed to be weeping, and Rose felt as if she’d known this Soldier all her life, all of her lives, and knew she loved this one more than anything, that this one loved her, and that was all that mattered. The flash of light startled both of them, and Soldier staggered back against the alleyway wall. “O-oh. Oh Rose,” the Knight looked up at Rose. “I’ll see you in the next one,” and the look on Soldier’s face was the same as the first glance— surety, purity— until it faded, leaking through a hole in the silver armor.

Rose was never sure if the gun had gone off on purpose. All she knew is the blood stained vial in her fingers felt heavier than lead.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/43603726 the link I think?)

#ghost quartet #Dave Malloy #soldierrose #malloysical secret santa 2022

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cometzz · 9 months

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ok im also doing these ghost quartet asks except im answering all of them so you all have to see my opinions. thanks @wolf-tm

1. Favorite character

soldier or camera shop rose

2. Favorite timeline

hmmm stardust (idk if everyone calls it that - scheherazade's timeline) or usher. or camera shop. three-way tie

3. Favorite song

changes by the day but bad men/soldier & rose rn

4. Favorite performer?

gelsey <3 need her bad

5. Live album or recordrd album?

live. the recorded version makes me angry it takes away so much personality

6. How much of the plot do you think you understand?

all of it. or at least i fully understand my interpretation of it. but analyzing this for 2-odd years gives you a bit of knowledge i think

7. Least favorite song/song u skip most often

photograph. its a great song but i dont like listening to gelsey screams while walking my dogs or whatever

8. Favorite non-sung/spoken line?

pearls "and it's the LAST piano in the world and it's KEYS cut his fingers with every note he plays" monologue. or roses "FUCK ALL YOUR FUCKING BOOKS" rant

9. Favorite lyric

very difficult choice but "if i told you this was special / and that love is more than chemicals / 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 are me" or "how many people has rose been? / rose is the same as anyone else"

10. Do you have any ships for the show? If so what are they?

soldierrose. they are so important to me

11. What's your favorite non-confirmed theory?

idk LOL

12. Have you produced any artwork/content for Ghost Quartet?

drew all of the roses one time and i've drawn a few gelseys but thats abt it

13. Which role would you most like to play?

rose <3 (or would you call the role 'brittain'?)

14. Which Usher song is your favorite?

usher iii no competition

15. The Starchild, Roxie, Rose, or Rose Red?

rose. her awkward loserness has endeared me

16. Subway or the Photograph?

subway no competition

17. Four Friends or Any Kind of Dead Person?

any kind of dead person. or specifically gelseys four friends verse LOL

18. The Gelsey/Brittain dance in Monk or the Dave/Brittain dance in Midnight?

gelsey/brittain dance tho the dave/brittain dance makes me feel things too

19. The Astronomer or The Telescope

hm. the telescope. both are good though

20. Fathers & Sons, or Lights Out?

fathers & sons

21. Tango Dancer or Hero?

very hard choice but hero because i love Brittain Ashford Depression Solos

22. How did you first get into Ghost Quartet

after i got into great comet i saw a lot of people talking abt gq so i checked it out and now i am forever changed. i don't remember how i got into great comet though LOL

23. When did you first start listening?

2021

24. What's your favorite moment (musical or vocal) in the show?

that is such a difficult choice what the hell..... if i had to choose one itd be the overlapping parts in subway but. "you drove that train right through my HEAAAAARARRrtRTRTt" or gelseys audible disappointment on "staring at my phone." or "arabian nights?" "yeah :)" "alright." or gelseys four friends verse or literally any other bit in the show is an honorable mention

25. Are you going to/have u seen Ghost Quartet?

NO (peter griffin dead image)

26. What's your favorite bizarre connection in the show? (E.g., edgar telling the story of pearl and the pusher in usher pt 3, Shah Zaman becoming the Man In Iran in the Astronomer, etc)

hm. scheherazade telling the story of the camera shop

27. What moment would you love to see live/what moment did you love the most live?

i need to see any kind of dead person live i need to be the best damn tambourine player theyve ever seen

28. If you could ask Dave Malloy one question about the show, what would you ask?

why does rose tell roxie to cross over ???

29. Have you read either the fall of the house of usher or arabian nights?

nah

30. Have you read the show's Genius annotations? If so, what's your favorite annotation by Dave?

"i mean literally what the fuck gelsey bell"

31. What part of the show disturbs you the most?

not really anything but if i had to choose probably gelseys screaming in photograph

32. What part of the show confuses you the most?

nothing my brain is huge and wise

#kazzy speaks #ghost quartet

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field-s-of-flowers · 2 years

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something for Soldierose?

It’s crossover time baby 👀

When the soldier told the girl to take me out back, and shoot me in the alley, they really didn’t mean it. They may be a soldier, but they’re a coward at heart. They’re trying, really trying, to keep the tears from running down their face, but it hurts so badly and they just want it to stop, they just want to go to sleep and never wake up.

That’s going to happen anyway. Soon, if the soldier is lucky.

They weren’t always the soldier. Before the Galdets rolled into town, everybody had a name. But then the world turned upside down, and everyone between the ages of seven and twenty-seven was enlisted to fight. Nobody knew the soldier’s name: as a child, they were #22b, then quickly became Private. Only out in bars and on dance floors are they simply “Soldier.” That was the name they liked being called the most, so Soldier they became.

But they had a name, once. It was a soft name, though, with a light edge to it that you couldn’t get rid of. Not a soldier’s name. Nobody would respect a whimsical name like theirs.

The girl was Rose. They know that, they know she was Rose. It didn’t suit her. The name of a stationary flower didn’t fit. They’re tempted to call her Eda, for a reason they can’t quite know. A rambling name for a roving girl, a living, breathing railroad car.

Living, breathing. Unlike the soldier, the coward. As they breathe one final breath, they try to remember.

Raine. What a soft thing to die on.

#Soph’s askbox #kap tag #ghost quartet fic #ghost quartet #the owl house #the owl house fic #soldierrose #Soldierrose fic #Raeda #raeda fic #Oooo this hurt! Thanks!

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lesbianprincessmary · 7 years

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Rose offered a smile. / The Solider offered a stare. / Rose offered a kiss. / The Soldier offered a dance. / Rose kissed her and kissed her. / The Soldier drank and drank. / Rose asked for a honey. / The Soldier asked for a bullet in her heart. / Rose held the gun. / The Soldier waited for her to pull the trigger. / Rose said "Fuck this." And bought honey from the store.

#ghost quartet #soldierrose #rose red #the soldier #mine*#poetry*

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amaliatheartist · 6 months

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“Still, there is something predatory in the act of taking a picture. To photograph people is to violate them, by seeing them as they never see themselves, by having knowledge of them they can never have; it turns people into objects that can be symbolically possessed. Just as the camera is a sublimation of the gun, to photograph someone is a sublimated murder - a soft murder, appropriate to a sad, frightened time.” - On Photography, Susan Sontag

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cactus-cactus-cactus · 6 months

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You cannot begin to understand the effect this song has had on my mental state

#fanart #ghost quartet #malloysicals #soldierrose #tw blood #soldierrose is the only ship where I could draw the most brutal bloody shit and still tag it as ship art for me theyre just like that

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lobotomy-jpeg · 2 years

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I won't sleep. I won't say a word. I won't come back to haunt you; I won't have the time.

[id: Digital sketch Soldier and Rose from Ghost Quartet. The Soldier is crying, clutching at Rose's side. Rose is looking up, also in tears. /end id]

#HELLO SOLDIEROSE NATION #my beloveds!!!!#soldierose #clip studio paint #fanart #dave malloy #ghost quartet #malloysicals #gq #soldier & rose #soldierrose #soldier and rose #sarajevo rose

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mongreldyke · 9 months

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writing a butch4butch soldierrose fic btw

#they both very butch to me fuck everything else #soldierrose #soldierose #ghost quartet

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lobotomy-jpeg · 1 year

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Come here, Soldier

[id: Digital sketch of Soldier and Rose from Ghost Quartet. Rose is looking up at the Soldier, holding her by the waist. She's wearing a star shaped necklace. Soldier is in a white tank top that shows off one burnt shoulder. /end id]

#extremely original caption ik #HELLO THERE SOLDIEROSE ARMY I MISSED YALL #i was joking that i finally drew a Soldierose thing i could post here #nc ive very much been drawing them fairly consistently but theyre all spicy oops #soldierose #soldierrose #clip studio paint #fanart #ghost quartet #dave malloy #malloysicals #gq #soldier and rose #soldier & rose

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lobotomy-jpeg · 1 year

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Come here, Soldier.

[id: Digital sketch of Soldier and Rose from Ghost Quartet. A bar is seperating them but Rose is holding Soldier's hand on the railing. Rose is looking at her and grinning, cheek resting on hand. Soldier looks a little bashful. /end id]

#soldierose army i am never leaving #soldierose #soldierrose #gq #ghost quartet #clip studio paint #fanart #dave malloy #malloysicals #ghost quartet fanart #rose red

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