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You know, now that I’ve played the event I think Ayaka’s skin is revolutionary actually. Like, all skins before are pretty basic in conception and smth you could reasonably expect to see a character wearing. And it had to be tied to the event storyline, which also seems pretty limiting.
Like, Keqing and Ning got fancy new dresses for the Lantern rite, completely normal. Jean and Barbara are on summer islands vacation, they get summer swim suits, okay. Diluc got his old batman costume out for a ride, sure. Fischl is cosplaying her fav kinnie character, Lisa has a sumeru scholar uniform, nothing unexpected.
But like, Ayaka is cosplaying a French Nancy Drew because she was supposed to fight in a ritual dueling event with religious connotations, but the votes got mixed up with some manga popularity polls??? Like if THAT’s a valid reason for a skin, then ANYTHING is. Do u guys get it, EVERYTHING is on the table now, no matter how bullshit and the timing doesn’t need to make any sense.
Like you might expect a Hu Tao ghost skin on Halloween, given the spooky associations, but no, it’s Ayato dressed as a Dracula bc he’s doing some party for cultural exchange or whatever. He has an enormous cravat, purple cape and instead of boba, he’s drinking red wine from a fancy goblet, but still with a straw and he’s still slurping.
Heizou has to conduct an investigation on the cat island in a cat island event which you KNOW is coming one day, that’s too marketable to pass up, and you know how he likes to dress up to ~blend in~ with locals, so boom – Heizou in a catboy outfit. He’ll look super cute and can you imagine how funny his punching combat animations will look
I know we all want Venti’s whore Archon skin, but like no, there’s a Mond event where they celebrate Barbatos and they make Rosaria to dress up like his Archon outfit as like someone who will represent him from the church, but she makes it goth, so she looks like an undead fallen angel with black roses, dark feathers and shit.
Thoma seems like a no-brainer for a maid outfit, but he’s already a maid, that’s nothing new. Instead it’s Chide, bc he’s all about home and cooking and so on, but it’s the thriller movie maid, his outfit is just a little askew and ruffled and there are sus specks of red, and he has an idle where he twirls a huge bloodied butcher knife. His idle where he dramatically throw the scarf over the shoulder is changed for an animation of his just as dramatically fluffing up the skirts.
Beidou dressed as a sexy boxer bc she’s running some hand-to-hand combat event. Eldritch Kokomi skin after we finally get a new event in Enkanomiya. Alternatively, Enkanomiya event with Albedo since he got screwed over Dragonspine event this year, where he goes to investigate truth about ancient civilization and gets an ancient greek toga-inspired outfit, but sluttier. Lets go wild guys
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Fateverse Remnant/Arc Kingdom
Prologue
Fateverse Remnant - 202 Age of Kings - Kingdom of Rosaria
It was a quiet night in the Kingdom of Rosaria and a young boy with blonde hair was playing with a wooden sword in the forest. He was Jaune Arc of the House of Arc.
Jaune: Hiya!!! Ha! Take that! Agh! You will never defeat me!! Wah!
He swung his sword and whacked it against the tree trunk several times. He gripped his weapon tight and started to increase the speed. Pieces of bark started flying off the tree until with one haed thwack, the sword had broken. Suddenly, a large hand grabbed Jaune by the shoulder and he jumped in fright.
Jaune: Gaaaaah!!! *turns around* F-Father?
Jaune's father was Leon Arc. He resembled him many ways, though he had light green eyes compared to Jaune's dark blue. He wore a golden yellow tunic, with two white pauldrons on his shoulders and a blue cape dangling from his shoulder. Sheathed to his waist was an elaborate sword with a blue gemstone embedded in the pommel and a ring shaped crossguard.
Leon: *chuckles* I was wondering where you had run off to. Come inside, the King and Queen of Rosaria are about to enter.
Jaune: But you said that I had to practice my sword skills. It's the only way I can truly be a knight!
Leon: There are many ways to be a knight, my son. Also, I didn't say to practice every day *chuckles* Come on, let's get you inside.
Jaune: Aww, okay father.
[Rosaria Castle Hall]
Jaune stood awkwardly with his father, mother and three sisters; Rouge, Saphron and Verte. For what seemed like forever, there wasn't any sign of the Royal Family.
Jaune: Where are they?
Rouge: Just be patient. They'll be here shortly. Oh look!
Descending from the staircase was the Herald. In her hand, she held a roll of parchment.
Herald: *unrolls parchment* Presenting the Royal Majesties; King Taiyang XIao Long and Queen Summer Xiao Long. Presenting the Royal Highnesses, Princess Yang Xiao Long and Princess Ruby Xiao Long.
The room erupted with applause at the sight of the Royal Family as they walked down the stairs, waving and smiling. Jaune's eyes were wide as he saw the two sisters. They were beautiful. His cheeks flushed red, causing Verte to tease him. As Ruby and Yang continued walking, the younger princess accidentally stepped on her sister's dress, causing the two of them to trip. Without think, Jaune raced over towards the staircase and caught the two of them just in the nick of time. They both blinked at him and he blinked back.
Jaune: Uh... hello, Your Highnesses.
Ruby/Yang: H-Hello.
Taiyang: *ahem*
Jaune: Oh! Uh, I am so sorry! Your Majesty, I saw the Princesses fall and I-
Taiyang: *chuckles* It's quite alright, young man. I thank you.
Summer: It seems like we have a little hero. What's your name?
Jaune: M-My name is Jaune of House Arc. Youngest son and first son of the Arc Family, Your Majesty *bows*
Taiyang: Well it's nice to meet you, young Jaune. Thank you very much for saving our daughters. You have our family's gratitude.
Jaune: *chuckles and blushes* Y-You're welcome, Your Majesty.
Summer: Alright. Now, let us carry on with the party.
Once again, the hall erupted with applause. The party was in full swing, with the bards playing the Song of the Roses and everyone dancing. All except Jaune, Yang and Ruby, who snuck out to the family's courtyard. The three of them looked at the sky and gazed at fhe shattered moon.
Jaune: Wow... it looks so beautiful.
Ruby: I heard that a dragon broke it when he flew into the sky.
Yang: You read too many fairytales, Ruby. That didn't happen.
Ruby: Yes it did! *pouts*
Jaune: *giggles and looks up at moon*
Yang: What is it, Jaune?
Jaune: Say Ruby, Yang, do you ever have dreams of what you want to be when you're older?
Yang: All the time. I want to be the best fighter ever! *boxing stance*
Ruby: I wanr to be a hero! Save people from bad guys! Just like the ones in the fairytales!
Jaune: I want to be a knight just like my father. Fighting bad guys and saving princesses!
Yang: Well you already saved me and Ruby, so you're almost there. *giggles*
Jaune: *giggles back* I'd love to be a knight at your dad's Royal Court. It's the only one that hasn't been taken over by Vortigern. Eugh!
Yang: I'd love to give him a left hook right in the face! Pow!
Ruby: Alright then, I say we make a pact! On this night, we all vow to achieve our dreams! Jaune, Yang, place your hands in the middle!
The three children placed their hands in the middle and spoke their pact.
Yang: I, Princess Yang, promise to be the greatest fighter on Remnant.
Jaune: I, Jaune, promise to be an honourable knight in the Kingdom of Rosaria.
Ruby: I. Princess Ruby, promise to be a legendary hero and protect the people of Remnant.
Yang: *smirks* I now pronounce you two husband and wife!
Jaune: Wha? *blushes*
Ruby: *blushes* Yang! Stop it!
Yang: *laughing while running inside*
Ruby: Get back here! *chases Yang* Mommy, Yang's bullying me!
Jaune laughed very hard. The princesses were a fun pair. He looked back at the moon and reached for it with his hand. Someday, he would honour his family's legacy. .
Fateverse Remnant - 216 Age of Kings - Kingdom of Vale
Jaune coughed a trail of blood as his chest was pierced by large, silver lance. In his hand was a silver and red sword, stabbing another knight in the chest. This knight had blue hair, crimson red eyes and wore silver armour. He was Arthur Azure, the King of Vale. The two of them slowly looked at each other. Tears fell from their face as they both realised what they had done.
Jaune/Arthur: I'm... sorry...
With their last ounces of strength, the two of them removed their weapons and collapsed to the floor in a pool of their own blood. Friends. Comrades. Brothers-in-arms. Turned enemies on the battlefield. The sky was black. Soot and embers slowly descended onto the blackened ground. Everything was burnt. The trees crumbled to ash, the ruins of castles toppled over and there countless bodies of dead warriors. The roars of a dragon shook the skies. A terrible thunder.
Standing in the center of what was left were two magicians. One had light skin, short silver hair, green eyes and torn and tattered green robes. The other had light skin, long, pale blonde hair, blue eyes and wore a dark blue dress and a crown with red gems embedded at its center. The green-robed magician took one step before toppling to the ground, panting. The blue dressed mage approached him and grabbed him by the hair.
???: Come on, Ozpin. Why don't you just admit defeat and join me? We are now at our full strength thanks to the Holy Grail. We have been blessed with a miracle.
Ozpin: *stares coldly* Miracle? How can you call all of this destruction and death a miracle, Salem?
Salem: Ozpin, we were about to be rendered powerless. The mana of this land was fading and I took action to prevent such a tragedy. And look what's happened. I have restored the Age of Gods. As for all the death? Sacrifices have to be made for the greater good. *leans down and picks a handful of ash* One day, a new form of humanity will be born from these remnants and they'll know nothing but gratitude. I will be everything to them. We will be everything to them.
Ozpin: No... don't you dare drag me into this. You're nothing but a monster!
Salem: *lowly chuckle* Says the half-spawn of an Incubus. Tell me, did you enjoy invading the dreams of men? Promising them all the riches of the world? Or what about that young boy? The one who pulled the Sword of Selection from the stone.
Opzin: Shut... up...
Salem: It must've given you such excitement to raise the perfect warrior, the perfect king, the perfect hero. All while denying him the chance to have a normal life. To ride horses just for the fun of it? To lay on the grass and gaze at the clouds? To dance to the tune of his favourite music? To fall in love and marry?
Ozpin: I said shut up!
Salem: Your meddling of this boy's life led him to his death and the downfall of Vale. Yet you brand me as a monster?
Ozpin: I will.. agh! stop you!
Salem: *laughs* How? Look at yourself. You're pitiful. Join me. I can heal you. Together, we can rule this land and even spread our influence further. We can be the New Gods of Remnant. *offers hand*
Ozpin: I... would much rather... burn in the depths of Hell itself...
Salem: *sighs* You always were stubborn. So be it. I'll grant you your wish and I will make sure you suffer every, agonising moment.
Salem reached her hand out in front of Ozpin and dark purple flame manifested in her palm. Ozpin, weakened and broken, closed his eyes and accepted his fate as the flames scorched him to a crisp. In his final moments, he wished he could do it all again. To select the right King and save Vale. To save all of Remnant.
Remnant - 730 AGW - Kingdom of Vale
Ozpin: AAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!
Ozpin woke with a fright in the middle of the night, his papers flying everywhere across his office. He clutched his chest, his heart was racing.
Ozpin: That... couldn't have been a dream. A memory? From one of my past lives?
???: It's a vision, actually. But not from a past life. Rather, from an alternate present.
Ozpin turned around to see a youthful looking man wearing a hooded, white robe and black baggy trousers and simple black shoes. Ozpin blinked twice. Over millennia of reincarnations, he had encountered many oddities over Remnant. But this was truly something incredibly strange. How did this man get into his office? And how did he do so without him even noticing. What was even more strange was that Ozpin didn't feel threatened by him at all.
Ozpin: Who are you?
Merlin: You may call me Merlin. *bows* It's nice to meet you, Ozpin.
Ozpin: ...how do you know my name?
Merlin: Oh, I observe all the different universes in my dimension. I know everything there is to know about you, my friend. *smiles cheekily*
Ozpin: That's... very creepy.
Merlin: Don't judge me. I don't have much to do in my prison. I gotta entertain myself somehow.
Ozpin: You're imprisoned?
Merlin: *sighs* Yeah. I ended up crossing paths with a scornful woman and she trapped me in this evergrowing tower.
Ozpin: *winces* I'm sorry to hear that. Believe me, I have a scornful woman of my own.
Merlin: Small world. *chuckles*
Ozpin: So, why is that you've come here? More importantly, how is it that you're even here in the first place?
Merlin: It's a special skill called Independent Manifestation. I am able to project myself into various worlds, like right now. What your seeing isn't the real me, but rather just a spiritual manifestation.
Ozpin: *circles around Merlin* Fascinating.
Merlin: Now, as for why I'm here, well... it's to save you. Or at least, a version of you. *snaps fingers*
Several glowing orbs appeared right in front of the two men, the largest of which was in the middle.
Merlin: What you see here is a representation of all the worlds in existence, branching from this one. *points to the center* Endless worlds with endless possibilities. Some are mindane and some are more fantastical. Imagine a Remnant where magic still thrived. Imagine a Remnant where superheroes were the primary protectors. Imagine a Remnant where multiple Gods ruled it with iron fists. This is the multiverse.
Ozpin's eyes were wide in shock. He had read theories proposed by multiple academics and even lighthearted discussions. But the fact that he was actually seeing it with his own eyes was unbelievable. This couldn't be real.
Merlin: Many of thses universes share some commonalities, one of them being the conflict between you and the witch, Salem. Your victory is assured in almost every world. However, this one is not so lucky. *grabs orb*This world is known as Remnant 531, or as I like to call it 'Fateverse Remnant'. Through clairvoyance, I have forseen Salem's victory. It's... barbaric, to say the least. She kills you and burns down all of Remnant. *sighs* That's not a world that I want to see exist. One ruled by evil.
Ozpin: *clenches fist* Salem will win?
Merlin: Not if we can prevent it. With my help, we'll be able to alter this world's fate. I have a plan. It's unorthodox, but it will get the job done. Will you join me?
Ozpin: I can't allow for Salem to win, no matter what universe. Her depravity and hatred have no limits. I will do it.
Merlin: *smiles* Thank you, Ozpin. I promise, you won't regret this. Together, we will save this world.
#rwby#rwby au#rwby fanon#fateverse remnant#arc kingdom#fate series#fate fanon#jaune arc#ruby rose#yang xiao long#taiyang xiao long#summer rose#ozpin#merlin#rwby oc#leon arc#grace arc#rouge arc#verte arc#saphron arc#arthur azure#salem#prologue
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Thank you, @stingslikeabee , for showing me that Reddit post about the Northern Territories lore, because it enabled me to finally wordvomit this brainworm that's been sitting in my drafts.
The roses were in bloom back home. The castle gardens were no doubt bursting with color now that the seasons had shifted and the veil of snow had melted away, but it was always the roses that Elwin inevitably thought back to on his campaigns. They reminded him of Anabella, and of Clive, and now of little Joshua as well -- of the unbridled love he felt for all three of them, and of his ever-present desire to return home to them, that he might gaze upon the roses with them once more.
By now, and across the many summers since his youthful days at his father's side, he had witnessed the various seasons of the northern territories. He had trudged through sometimes knee-deep, sometimes waist-deep layers of snow, shuddered from the biting, unforgiving winds of the coldest months that seemed to stretch on into eternity; he had basked in the sunlight on its warmer days, where children from the local settlements played just near enough to the former Duke's temporary encampments, that his eldest son was able to watch them -- and sometimes join in their merriment for a little while. He had mused over the earlier arrival of snow flurries compared to back at Rosalith, and he had found the crunching and cracking of what few dead leaves remained to be a comforting sound in the otherwise stillness and quietness of their surroundings. It was as if the land itself had nestled into slumber to await the next coming of spring. And of course, he had gazed upon the growing patches of green as they emerged from their sleep beneath the snow and ice, and with their rousing did they bring along colorful little buds that would soon enough bloom once more, undeterred by the fighting that waged on around them, or the blood that seeped into the soil in place of water, or the clashing of ideals that rang as hauntingly loud as the clashing of steel.
Unbothered, even, by the looming threat of the Blight as it crept closer and closer towards them. Like a cold and merciless death, a finality so vastly different than the temporary sleep brought on by the winter months.
Conflicts and skirmishes with their northern neighbors were nothing new. But this was something different, something more; this was, simply put, war. What had prompted the assault by Silvermane and his men was inconsequential, in the grand scheme of things. They had chosen to march upon Rosaria's door to trade blows, and so Rosaria would do what it must do -- and so too would Elwin Rosfield. The fight for Kanver's independence was, for the time being, a distant memory in his mind, frozen and encased in the ice of the Northern Territories, buried between blankets of snow.
The campfire was almost dead; its embers would soon flicker out entirely, but the Archduke seemed not to mind, or maybe he didn't notice. His attention seemed focused elsewhere, somewhere in the distance but beneath the horizon that was barely discernible through the sea of trees and the melting stalactites that dangled from their branches. Elwin was no longer the youth he had been, and though his years didn't number overly many, those years since his father's passing had most assuredly taken their toll. The natural furrow to his brow was all that much heavier now, as the weight of his experiences sat heavy on his countenance. Lines and wrinkles, like cracks in a once flawless mask, allowed his sorrows and worries to seep through just as much as it allowed his determination and resolve to display in full. The callouses on his hands had hardened all the more from combat, and the scars upon his equally as roughened form had only multiplied with each battle, regardless of its outcome. But the latter of these things were concealed oh so carefully beneath chainmail and leather, and topped with that familiar red hue that was a staple of the ducal royal line's garments.
Even his surcoat, sewn and stitched with such extensive care and pride to mirror the ones worn by the rulers before him, was somewhat worn and faded. The vibrancy of its color had dulled from both age and stress, and one could argue that the same could be said of Elwin's ocean-green eyes as well.
Unlike those who came before him, he sought at every turn for a more peaceable solution to conflicts. The knowledge that in a few short bells, the fighting against Silvermane's men would resume in force, left him wondering if he was fit to wear this outfit, just as it left him wondering if he was fit to occupy the throne -- even as a mere placeholder ruler. So many questions flitted through the brunette's mind; what could he have done to prevent this? What happened? Why did it come to this? And why now, of all times? (Though he suspected he understood the answer to the last question, it was nonetheless difficult to swallow.) Geir Warrick, though not in control of every settlement of people across his lands, had always proven to be an honorable, sensible man during the times that his father had treated with him. And while the silver-haired ruler's strength and prowess as a fighter was nothing short of impressive, giving credence to the meaning of his given name, the aspect of him that Elwin respected the most had always been his dedication. Because while Geir was relentless in combat, he was also relentless in doing what was best or right for his people. If that meant staying his hand, then he would stay his hand; if it meant fighting, then he would take up his spear and press on without hesitation or regret. In that regard, he did remind Elwin of his own father.
The Northern Territories and Rosaria had never been friendly, no -- at least not in recent history. But to outright declare war on the duchy again? Unlike the king, and unlike his father before him, the reigning Archduke was not so eager to march onward with this war. Not with a second war waging in the south, even if he did know that Anabella was more than capable of handling the ongoing political concerns and disputes back in Rosalith, as well as the diplomatic relations regarding the trundling Kanver situation, while he contended with this situation in the North.
Eyes dropped to half-closed. A deep sigh was exhaled, reminding him of just how cold the temperature had dropped during this night, and he finally withdrew his attention from the particular patch of greenery that he'd been so fixated on 'til then. The buds of flowers had begun to sprout, and it wouldn't be long until they, too, blossomed across these lands. While Elwin had outgrown the days of making wishes to Metia in hopes that they might be delivered to the moon, if there was one last wish he longed to have placed at the moon's feet so that she might carry it to the heavens... It was that Geir, too, had a garden of roses that would be blooming soon, that he too might gaze upon their blooms with his queen and daughter, and his heart be swayed by their love.
#Writings#This is unnecessarily long and the worst part is it doesn't really say anything of significance at any point#Pretend I didn't just ramble on for five years in a drabble about how Tired Elwin is#and how much he really hopes Silvermane will reconsider by Not Doing The Thing#I'm sorry my guy but sometimes your hand gets forced with regards to going to war
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I have seen this design several times as daughter of Weiss and Ruby. To which I was curious how it would be if I was a little older.
Summer Rosaria Rose by: @ayaarose I hope you don't mind that I have drawn it without permission (?
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A commission from @ookaminoki of an older design of @ayaarose’s WR Daughter, Summer Rosaria Rose!
Just curious to what she would look like if she were a huntress in training.
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— cryo users & how their touch feels
electro — hydro – pyro
Ayaka Kamisato has a warmth to her just as when it snows and your body accommodates to it, getting warmer with each snowflake that falls down. not too cold, not too warm, perfectly balanced and relaxing. a relaxing sensation just like walking barefoot at the beach, feet dipping in and out of sea waves that come and go, keep you grounded in reality while letting you get lost in a hazy dream.
Eula Lawrence is warmer than the air that surrounds people of mondstadt once her surname is spoken. her warmth makes the person wonder if that's something she picked up from spending her time with the jolly pyro archer but something tells her she always had a warmth to her waiting to be discovered. like that first sip of whiskey where the ice meets your lips at the beginning, yet all that remains inside is a fiery warmth spreading through your body and taste of sweet ashen melancholy.
Ganyu is warm despite the cold implications of her vision and everything it stands for, as well as her place in the world as an adepti and a secretary of the qixing, always out of reach, always unavailable. warmer than expected, like snow sprinkled over the mountains, warmer than a sunny day of summer. holding your hands in hers only for a second is all it takes for you to defrost, a shy peck on the cheek is all one needs to melt. perhaps it is the lonely qilin within her that radiates so much warmth and craves someone, something, anything to share it with.
Kaeya Alberich is cold to touch, colder than anyone would've expected. and despite the rumors revolving his name, that touch is something you rarely ever experince. maybe it is his gaze that feels colder than the peak of dragonspine– not that you would've known. it is a place you've not been to, (just like his arms,) after all. even a shake of hands is enough to send chills down anyone's spine–instincts on alert, senses heightened; yet a flicker of hope remains; maybe that eye hidden behind a patch holds a warmth he has hidden all his life, just like himself; his face without a mask, without that empty smile.
Rosaria is cold like the love of god, not necessarily a distant one, like a much needed drink downed in a second at three in a morning when even the moon is sound asleep. behind that cold lingers a sense of warmth not many can feel, you need to have faith, you need to have experienced it all before, endured it after all. a flower of late evening and dusk that blooms so rarely and closes off the moment you get too touchy– it is her warmth that you must earn, just like her trust. warm like a cigarette lit in the cold of the night, leaning against the cold, humid stone walls; one drag of smoke filling your lungs is all it takes to let out a sigh and catch sight of that lonely rose.
Shenhe is refreshing like a cold dessert had on a hot summer day. the sweet aroma of fruit and cream melts on the tongue, like a shy kiss, and hands reluctant to hold yours, for she fears of what’ll come next (and what to think of that). that first bite is always cold and makes the teeth ache a little, and just like her eyes, it’s the cool tone of colors that seem to hold a sweet secret to her touch.
#since these can be read as romantic sensational etc etc I didn’t write the kids/teens#which is a shame because I had a sweet idea for qiqi#genshin impact x you#Genshin impact x reader#genshin impact#kamisato ayaka#kaeya alberich#rosaria#ganyu#shenhe#eula lawrence#kaeya x reader#shenhe x reader#ganyu x reader#ayaka x reader#eula x reader
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Shadow Samaritan
➳ Rosaria x gn!reader
➳ Oneshot ; 1.6k
➳ First meeting ; Reader is being chased
A bad decision leads to a tricky situation, but your savior appears in a burst of ice. [27.O6.2O21]
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You should have known from the start that stepping up to confront a bunch of thieves in a small alley after midnight definitely counted as a bad idea.
It was a small error in the human mind that realizing one's mistake only happened when it was already too late, and you had unfortunately succumbed to the same error, and you mentally scolded yourself as you were chased by the aforementioned thieves.
All you wanted was to have your mora back, but that desire temporarily obscured your common sense as you lashed out at the masked figures – something they didn't appreciate.
You were running as fast as your legs could take you, footsteps bouncing off the walls. You were at an advantage in terms of speed, but these delinquents knew the maze of narrow bystreets like the back of their hand while you were lost and clueless, instinct and adrenaline being your only – not so reliable – guides.
Minutes ago you had stopped giving a damn about the mora you lost, you just wanted to escape from these guys and forget all of this ever happened.
What did they even want from you? They had your mora and it wasn't as if you had anything else to give them, yet they seemingly refused to cease their chase. Was it just them being petty because someone had the guts to backtalk when they were trying to be badass? By now you were annoyed as much as you were scared. They might have been some lowly thieves, but you were just an unarmed commoner and the hunter knives they carried looked very real.
Your lungs were starting to burn as your stamina started depleting rapidly. There had to be a way out of here, right? Didn't all alleys eventually lead back to the main roads? You lived in Mondstadt all your life and you genuinely had no idea. All these narrow streets looked exactly the same, you felt like you were running in circles, and you regretted all the decisions you had made ever since you left your front door earlier that night.
This was looking bad.
It wouldn't be long until you would be forced to stop running, simply because your body was already pushing far past its usual limits. What made it worse was that you had yet to find your way out of these mazes – which was looking quite hopeless.
Shit.
Out of nowhere, two of the thugs appeared in front of you, and the soles of your shoes made a soft screeching sound over the pavement as you came to an abrupt halt. Your heart stilled for a moment when you heard the footsteps of their comrades closing in on you from behind, and the feeling of sheer anxiety washed away the irritation you had developed towards these guys.
You were surrounded.
And for what? An insignificant amount of mora and the fact that you couldn't keep your big mouth shut for once.
"Gotcha," one of the thieves spoke, and even though he wore a mask that covered the lower part of his face, you could tell he gave you a vile smirk.
"Sorry, sweets, but you chose the wrong ones to mess with," another one said from behind you, and you felt your mouth growing awfully dry as you tried to swallow.
The men were closing in on you, and you could do nothing but listen to your heart hammering in your ribcage, setting a rhythm of sheer terror. You glanced around with wide eyes, hoping to find a way to escape you had previously missed.
There was none.
You closed your eyes in defeat, your body shaking as you prepared for what you expected to be your inevitable demise.
But a breeze of cold was all that came, nipping at your skin exposed by the summer clothes you wore. Instantly, your eyes flew open again, only to find the prettiest crystals of ice darting around you gingerly.
An icy spear stood in the middle of a blizzard, caught in a frozen web of thorny vines and frostbitten roses. In a flash of bright blue, a figure landed in front of you, the outfit they donned dancing on the breeze heroically and the spear they carried glowing a pulsating red in the dark.
"Look what we have here," the newcomer spoke slowly, her cold voice laced with boredom. "How bothersome."
You caught a glimpse of a cryo vision emitting a cool gleam in the dark bystreet as the woman stepped forward, the sound of heels clicking over pavement resonating through the maze of alleys.
The thief who had initially threatened you cursed under his breath as the vision wielder approached him, the subzero waves surging from the icy spear rendering him nearly motionless. Now it was him who stood frozen like a deer in the headlights, fearful eyes solely on the red spear twirling gracefully in the woman's hand.
"It's scum like you that make the nights in Mondstadt a pain to deal with," she lamented, and you swore you felt the already polar temperature dropping a few degrees.
No one moved, no one dared make a sound. It was utterly quiet, with only the glacial breeze to whisper over the tense silence. It was as if the moment was frozen in time, the only one unaffected being the one behind it all.
"Hm? Alright then," the cryo wielder sighed, and the spear that had held the alley in a frostbitten state disappeared with a lazy gesture of her hand.
"You don't seem like a threat that's worth the effort of disposing of. You're a nuisance rather than a hazard, " she concluded, boredom slipping into her voice again. "Run, if you know what's good for you, or I'll gladly reevaluate my judgement."
Now that the glacial charm that had them spellbound had dissolved, the thieves found the ability to move again, and wasted no time in doing as they were told. You heard their footsteps echo between the stone walls, relief washing over you as they ran further and further away.
You exhaled shakily, your breath forming a small cloud that whirled higher until it dissipated into thin air, and you rested your back against the stone wall behind you. Finally, you were able to catch your breath and relax a little, something that had proven itself to be impossible with the chilly tension that hung in the air until merely a minute ago.
"Did they cause you any harm?" the woman asked, turning to face you for the first time since her arrival.
The light that radiated off the flakes of manipulated ice that still danced around in the air illuminated the glum alley just enough for you to finally see her properly, and you had to do a double-take for more than just one reason.
A pair of rouge eyes gazed back at you, hooded by the shadow of the cherry red bangs that fell over her forehead. Her skin was pale, even shockingly so, void of any color. Judging from her attire you almost dared to assume she was affiliated with the Church of Favonius, but it was altered in a way that made you doubt your hesitant constatation.
She looked ice-cold, disinterest written on her features seemingly permanently, but despite all that your midnight savior was stunning and you weren't going to deny it. Just who was this woman?
"Hey," her low voice snapped you from your thoughts.
The temperature slowly went back to normal, and the icy nun kept her tired eyes on you as she lazily rearranged the metal claws adorning her fingers.
"N-No, I'm fine," you huffed out, your lungs still on fire after the wild chase. "You arrived just in time to prevent anything bad from happening."
"Good. Then my job is done here."
The woman twirled her spear once again, and it fell apart in a thousand particles of light. One last look, and then she turned away from you, her heels clicking on the ground as she left you behind in the bystreet.
"Wait!" you called, and the cherry-haired woman came to a halt and glanced over her shoulder, not bothering to turn around completely.
"Is uh, is there a way I can thank you?"
Even in the faint gleam of what remained of the blizzard she awakened earlier, you could see how her eyebrows jumped in surprise. But she quickly neutralized her expression, back to her tired, almost emotionless face.
"Don't bother," the nun dismissed, briskly shaking her head. "I prefer taking my leave in silence, anyway. But–"
She hesitated for a moment, but then added nonetheless,
"I'm Rosaria. I'll know if they ever bother you again."
And then she walked away for real, and the glow of her cryo vision disappeared eventually as she ventured deeper into the darkness of Mondstadt's maze of alleys.
You were alone again, as lost as you were before the appearance of the mysterious nun. But finding your way back to the main street was the least of your concerns now, seeing how your mind was preoccupied heavily.
Rosaria, huh?
Never had you heard anything related to a shadow samaritan, someone who guarded the streets of Mondstadt as dusk fell. But she had shown herself when you were in need of help the most, and you knew you wouldn't forget about this woman anytime soon.
#genshin impact#genshin impact imagines#genshin impact fanfiction#genshin impact scenarios#genshin impact imagine#genshin impact rosaria#genshin impact rosaria x reader#genshin impact rosaria imagine#rosaria#rosaria imagine#rosaria x reader#rosaria x you#rosaria x y/n#zep.writes
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Tags masterpost! Largely for my own convenience, but since I’m pinning it I will try to make it navigable.
A quick overview for visitors/new followers: I tag spoilers very inconsistently; I will try to use “inazuma/sumeru/fontaine spoilers” for newer material corresponding with those areas, but I cannot guarantee I will always remember, and sometimes I tag events with the event name and sometime I do not. I also do not consistently tag NSFW, and would request that you do not follow me if you are under 18.
I was putting “inconsistently applied” on so many of these it seems fairer to note that all my tagging is inconsistent, so... if there’s a particular thing you want to block I do my best but I can’t make promises.
Writing tags:
fic bits (largely non-WIP writing that may or may not ever go anywhere)
ascended fic (fic bits that have been cleaned up and archived on AO3)
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fic nattering (rambling about whatever I’m working on)
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Character tags: adelinde, albedo, amber, baizhu, barbara, beidou, bennet, childe, chongyun, cloud retainer, diluc, eula, ganyu, hu tao, jean, kaeya, kazuha, keqing, klee, kujou sara, lisa, madame ping, ningguang, noelle, paimon, qiqi, razor, rosaria, shenhe, sucrose, thoma, traveler, venti, xiangling, xiao, xingqiu, zhongli
Relationship tags (both ship and non-ship content will be under the same tag): albedo and klee, albedo and sucrose, amber and eula, amber and kaeya, barbara and jean, barbara and rosaria, beidou and kazuha, beidou and ningguang, childe and lumine, chongyun and shenhe, chongyun and xingqiu, diluc and jean, diluc and kaeya, eula and jean, fischl and mona, ganyu and keqing, hu tao and zhongli, jean and kaeya, jean and lisa, kaeya and klee, lisa and razor, venti and xiao, venti and zhongli, yun jin and xinyan; albedo and kaeya and klee, bennet and fischl and razor, diluc and jean and kaeya, eula and jean and lisa, jean and kaeya and lisa, jean and lisa and kaeya and eula, jean just having a polycule in general, the entirety of wangshu inn
Event tags: akitsu kimodameshi, alchemical ascension, beetle boot camp, divine ingenuity, dodoco’s bomb-tastic adventure, fabulous fungus frenzy, feline fortress furrdyssey, fungus mechanicus, golden apple archipelago, graph adversarial technology, irodori festival, labyrinth warriors, lantern rite, lil fungi’s fun-tastic fiesta, mega meka melee, moonchase festival, of ballads and brews, of drink a-dreaming, parade of providence, perilous trail, receiver of friends from afar, roses and muskets, second blooming, secret summer paradise, shadows amidst snowstorms, thelxie’s fantastic adventures, the summoners’ summit, three realms gateway offering, waterborne poetry, windblume, windtrace
AU-specific tags:
bells and spires (marriage-of-convenience canon-divergence AU, non-romantic Jean/Kaeya and working on romantic Jean/Lisa)
benny kaeya and the seven dads (canon-divergence AU where Kaeya is raised by adventurers alongside Bennett)
in a windless land (arranged-marriage canon-divergence/royalty AU where, years after Kaeya disappears, Jean is sent to marry the prince of Khaenri’ah)
archon signatures (potentially expansive ‘people have archon traits’ AU that’s currently just one WIP wingfic)
bindings au (in which Kaeya is an Abyssal spirit summoned first by Diluc and then by Jean, leading to body-sharing)
spy x genshin (fusion with Spy x Family that gets sketched out in bits and pieces)
teyvat’s wizards (fusion with the Young Wizards books, no serious fic)
favonius stables (modern AU where everyone works at a stables, no actual fic)
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Gravity Falls OCs: Rosaria
- Dipper makes exactly one (1) friend in high school and its Rosaria Conte. He calls her Rose.
- They become friends after she sticks up for him at a party and then...just starts hanging out with him like it's nothing.
- Rosaria is originally from Brooklyn and has a slight accent. Moved to Piedmont California with her mom at age 9 after her parents divorce.
- Dipper never talked to her before because she intimidated him. Rosaria still intimidates him but hes not scared of her anymore now that he knows her as a person.
- Rosaria plays violin and would love to be in an orchestra someday.
- She and Dipper get deep into conspiracy theories and go Ghost Hunting together.
- Mabel thinks Rosaria is good for Dipper and they get along well. They both love makeup and Rosaria gives Mabel tips.
- Rosaria's mom Sofia likes to take trips up to Oregon and Washington in her old fashioned RV. She usually drops her daughter off at The Mystery Shack and Rosaria spends the summer with the Pines Twins.
- Ford is under the impression she and Dipper are dating and approves.
- Stan is also intimidated by Rosaria and is also under the impression she and Dipper are dating and thinks Rosaria could do way better. This is frustrating for Dipper and entertaining for Rose.
#gravity falls#dipper pines#mabel pines#stanford pines#stanley pines#wendy corduroy#gf headcanons#gravity falls headcanons#gf oc#gravity falls oc#bill cipher#bills back au
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For Ruby, why not a deck based around Rosaria, The Stately Fallen Angel and the two monsters that make her up?
Because I didn’t just want to go with something that just looked like it’d fit with her: I wanted something that’d represent her personality too.
Ruby doesn’t really fit Rosaria or her ‘composite’ cards (Rosaria in the actual game isn’t a Fusion monster, it was adapted the same way Neos Wiseman was) since the cards that make her up are very aggressive in nature and the theming is very aggro based, something that feels more like the reckless, hothead Yang than the more heroic Ruby.
That’s why I wanted Stardust Dragon: the whole idea behind Stardust Dragon is that it’s a protector and it’s effect is all about sacrificing itself to save others. But Stardust doesn’t have a dedicated deck and the deck it is most heavily connected with (Synchrons) isn’t something that really fits Ruby...
Wait...Ruby’s a big weapons geek meaning she has to have some knowledge of engineering and mechanics...the whole idea around Synchrons is that you use small monsters to make big ones, which would play into the ‘simple soul’ idea...and Ruby being the team leader and Synchros being a metaphor for teamwork...
I’m kind of thinking that Ruby really SHOULD have the Synchron deck now, especially since I could use Rosaria or Black Rose for Summer.
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22 questions :)
When the Harper wife @dylanobrienisbatman tags you in something - you do it, know what I mean?
RULES: simply answer the following 22 q’s and then tag 22 (or however many) people you’d love to get to know more!
Name/Nickname: I have so many. Meg, Megabucks, Megadeth, Meggs and Bacon...the list goes on and on.
Zodiac sign: Gemini
Height: 5'6″
Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff, with some Ravenclaw tendencies.
Favourite musician/s: Currently, I’m obsessed with the Paper Kites.
Last song I listened to: The Things We’ve Handed Down - Marc Cohn
Song stuck in my head: Don’t Keep Driving - the Paper Kites
Followers: HAHAHAH THIS IS PERFECT - I JUST GOT MY 666TH FOLLOWER TODAY *CUE MANIACAL LAUGHTER*
Following: I don’t know, a lot.
Amount of sleep: Not enough. Grad school’s a bitch.
Lucky number: 10
What I’m wearing: Gray booties, dark skinny jeans and a forest green silk blouse.
Dream Job: Truth? No job. But I’d love to finish this Master’s program and finally get a job as a clinical social worker
Dream Trip: The Mediterranean!
Favourite food: Pizza. It’s the food of the gods.
Instruments: Trombone, and a little piano.
Languages: English, French and a smattering of Italian.
Favourite song/s: Last Rose of Summer by Judas Priest
Random fact: My middle name is Rosaria, after the woman in my family who immigrated to the U.S. from Sicily.
Aesthetic: Wait, my aesthetic? Or the aesthetic I enjoy? I don’t know how to answer this question, tbh. I enjoy so many different aesthetics, and that definitely translates into how I express myself. Usually the ultimate goal is comfort, but how I achieve that comfort can shift from day to day.
Tagging: @the-most-beautiful-broom, @winterhalcyon @lieutenantshaw, @thehundredtimesobsessed, @raven-reyes-of-sunshine, @johnmurphysass, @dbundles42, @mustachioedmoose, @griffinnblake, @still-watching, @rocanono, @nvermindiseeyou, @tabatharich
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Perhaps Hanna was being a bit absurd in her youth, but in all fairness- it was still her youth. She had spent her morning weaving a small crown of Gladiolus specifically for Elwin knowing that he would soon be leaving for the summer and returning once more to the battlefield. The flowers were a mix of yellows, oranges, and reds another form of her sentimental nature. Without saying much, she placed the woven flowers upon his ebony locks with a small smile. "They're supposed to be meant for strength and victory, a flower for fighters. I just.. thought perhaps it would offer you luck before your next campaign." She spoke shyly, unsure of how he would feel about such a thing even if she had put in the effort for it all summer without much of a concern until she presented it to him now.
The change of the seasons always brought with it a small feeling of melancholy, at least for Elwin. Eastpool was so vastly different from Rosalith; it was smaller, far less crowded yet no less lively -- although it was lively in a different way. It felt... like home, or at the very least home away from home. Even his mother and father seemed to take their ease in this village.
Not to mention they all held a fondness for the residents here, especially the Murdochs and Hanna.
Speaking of Hanna... The young woman seemed to be unintentionally dominating the Marquess's thoughts of late, or rather, more than usual. Where ordinarily his mind would be preoccupied with matters of books and battles and his studies abroad at the behest of his mother, now he found himself distracted -- and it never seemed to be by anything particularly significant. Instead it was little things, like wondering if she would like this particular flower he happened across and if he should ask her its name, or if she would be interested in the tome he had just finished reading.
And yet, for as idle as these thoughts were, somehow the potential answers meant the world to him, because they would come from her. The mere thought of her speaking with him in earnest caused a fluttering sensation that filled his stomach, and quickened his pulse. It was always so different than the response that Rodney inspired within him... but it was love, of that he was most certain.
Damn the fact that he could not marry Hanna instead of his betrothed, for he would do so in a heartbeat. Instead, they would have to content themselves with however many summers remained of their time together, and express their love to one-another with as much passion and sincerity as they could, that no moment would pass by where they had doubt of the others' affections.
As Elwin sat out on the porch of the Murdoch's residence, enjoying the cooling temperatures from dusk's beginning, his eyes remained wholly focused on the bracers fastened upon his forearms. Their deep red coloring was, in a rare display of sentimentality granted towards him by his father, inspired by Metia, and were appropriately named the "Metian Bonds". He knew what message his father was intending to say: that much like Metia watches over Valisthea and collects the wishes of the people to present to the moon, the man would be entrusting the duty of watching over Rosaria and collecting the wishes of their people to his older son, to see them delivered to the next Dominant of Phoenix when the time came.
It was another duty that the heir to the throne would carry out with utmost dedication and diligence.
All of these thoughts, and somehow the young man completely missed the soft footsteps that should have heralded the arrival of his company -- the very same lover for whom his heart ached at the thought of leaving behind. The typical furrow of his brow eased, until his brows rose. He reached up to brush fingertips lightly across a few of the flowers of the crown. Then, with exceedingly great care, Elwin removed the delicately -- and lovingly -- crafted accessory, so that he could take a good look at it. Out slipped a very faint, barely audible gasp at the flowers. The specific colors, the story and meaning behind them... They filled him with such wonder and awe at her thoughtfulness, as well as touched him deeply with the sentiment attached to every petal and every intertwined stem.
A tinge of color rose into his cheeks, which he, as always, attempted to conceal by lowering his head. Once the Marquess was convinced that the rush of bashfulness had abated enough, he looked up again, placed the crown back atop his head, then turned his attention upon the other.
"Lady Hanna," he greeted her with warmth enough to rival the sun, and an adoring smile to match -- one reserved specially for her and Rodney. Elwin reached for one of her hands, taking gentle hold of it so that he could lift it to his lips and kiss the back of it. "Thank you for your kind gift. I will cherish it, and from it draw the strength and inspiration to guide my blade true."
The smile softened, and he gestured for her to join him in sitting.
#Audiences#Verse: Enkindled Hearts#cagedfirebird#this got longer than I'd be intending... But here we go!
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I was tagged by @mhysaofdragons Thank you !!! :D
Rules: answer the 20 questions and tag 20 amazing people you would like to get to know better.
Name: Maria Rosaria
Nickname: Soo many! Most used: Mary or Mary Ross and Miss Sarcasm
Zodiac sign: Libra
Height: 168 cm
Orientation: Tbh I don’t know if I am hetero or bi romatic but demisexual for sure
Ethnicity: White but always referring to the different standards here in europe: like I am from south Italy
Favorite fruit: Apple
Favorite season: Fall.
Favorite book series: Harry Potter and Shadowhunters
Favorite flower: none in particular
Favorite scent: Tiaré, roses, coffee, cinnamon, men’s cologne.
Favorite color: Blue and violet
Favorite animals: Tigers dogs and cats
Coffee, tea or cocoa: Coffee! Espresso especially
Average sleep hours: 6
Cat or dog person: cat
Favorite fictional characters: Kaidan Alenko, Hermione Granger, Deacon, Evie Frye, Ezio Auditore, Dorian Pavus , Alec Lightwood,Haytham Kenway, Robb Stark, Preston Garvey, Cirilla and Yennifer
Number of blankets you sleep with: Two
Dream trip: Everywhere !!
Blog created: I don’t remember O.o maybe summer 2013
Number of followers: 797 but I think like 20 are actually seeing me on their dashboards
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Legal Name: Rosary Marie Fitzgerald
Nicknames: Rosalia, Rosie, Rosaria, Rose, Rosemary and Ro
Occupation: Anti-Hero
Species: Mutant
Date of Birth: April 7, 1999
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bisexual
Place of Birth: Camden , New Jersey
Current Residence: Staten Island, New York
Known Languages: English, Sicilian, Spanish
Drink | Smoke | Drugs: Yes | Yes | Yes
🌹Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ🌹
Hair Color: Dark brown curly with silver streaks
Eye Color: Brown, can change to bright baby icy cold blue
Height: 5’1”
Weight: 140 pounds
Build: Average yet curvy
Skin Color: Olive
Ethnicity | Nationality: Sicilian and Nicaraguan | Hispanic
Tattoos: silhouette of a cross and phases of the moon on her back
Piercings: ears and belly button
🌹Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs & Pᴏᴡᴇʀ Iɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ🌹
↳ Mutant. Werewolf (also known as lycanthrope): A person with the ability to transform into a wolf or an anthropomorphic wolf-like creature, either purposely or after being placed under a curse and/or lycanthropic affliction via a bite or scratch from a werewolf, or some other means. This transformation is often associated with the appearance of the full moon or at freewill.
🌹 Superhuman Senses: Superhumanly the acute senses of sight, smell, and hearing similar to those of an actual wolf. They can see part of the infrared spectrum and thus detect the heat signatures of objects or people in total darkness. They can smell other living creatures within 100 feet. They can hear every single sound, can decipher layer upon layer of differing sounds/conversations, locate the source of noise or pick up a sound from a mile away in a busy city.
🌹Superhuman Agility: Can go from one motion to another effortlessly, effectively dodge attacks, swing from things easily, sprint, do back-flips and numerous other gymnastic, athletic and martial implements with little effort. Agility is “the ability to rapidly respond or change by adapting its initial stable configuration”, the ability to change the body’s position efficiently, and requires the integration of isolated movement skills using a combination of balance, bodily coordination, speed, reflexes, strength and endurance.
🌹Superhuman Speed: Run and move faster than any human. Running at an extremely high speed, which causes them to become almost invisible to the naked eye to perceive their movements when they are sprinting or moving at full speed. However, this power is not without any ill effects, as it can strain the body.
🌹Healing Factor: Capable of regenerating damaged or destroyed areas of their body with much greater speed and efficiency than an ordinary human. Injuries that result in massive tissue damage such as bullet wounds, slashes, punctures, blunt force trauma, and severe burns heal completely, without so much as a scar, in a short amount of time. Their ability to heal is at least 10 times that of a human.
🌹Superhuman Strength: Dense, lengthy, or overweight items are easy to move and simple to use in nearly any manner. Users can crush, lift, throw, or catch items of great weight. Their strength also extends into the muscles of their legs, allowing them to leap, from a crouch, roughly 18 feet into the air. Their more wolf-like form, during a full moon, is more powerful and they are capable of lifting at 1 ton.
🌹Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ🌹
On April 7, 1999 twins were born. A two healthy babies , but there was something odd about them both. One was covered in fur, had pointed ears, and a tail while the other had gills and fins. There father, Dante Coleman, a genetic engineer created them by splicing animal DNA to create a hybrid of a human and a animal, he hoped that this could revolutionize science. The company he worked for found this out and they immediately wanted him to terminate the hybrids before they reached full term, he convinced them other wise.
Years have pasted and the twins are now six years old, the two have been experimented on in various ways. Dante tested there strengths and weaknesses, discovering new things about the two everyday. He noticed that one was violent towards the staff while the other was much more calm and polite. Fearing that this would cause trouble for him he created a serum by boiling down a two flowers, monkshood and wolfsbane. Monkshood was for everyday purposes while wolfsbane was in case of an emergency.
August 16, 2005 Dante discovered that one of the twins had killed a co-worker of his, leaving the room he tried looking for a place to dispose of the body. Once he came back he discovered the girl eating the body, only to throw it up after while she sobs and screams “kill me”. A few weeks after the incident the police were notified and began to set up an investigate on the facility, not wanting to get caught in there illegal actions they began to burn down the place in an attempt to get rid of evidence . Terrified that his children would die he snuck them out of the building.
Everything was going according to plan until he got caught by Joan Chorot, the owner of the establishment. He wasn’t pleased with this at all, saying that this was all Dante’s fault. Taking out a gun, Joan tried to shoot the children but instead he shoot there father who had jumped in front of them to save there lives. The twins ran away, making sure to get as far away as they could from the man who had killed there father. They ended up living on the streets until they found there birth mother. She wasn’t the nicest woman.
She often hit the twins and called them foul names, she hated them because of what they are. Their step father wasn’t so kind either, he was much more violent. There were times where he could have actually killed them if it weren’t for there healing factors. Growing up in a abusive household wasn’t easy, it was hard for the twins. They got picked on by there older brothers, especially girl since she looked more like mutant than her brother did.
At the age of 11 she was tired of being mistreated, she decided to run away from home. She tried to convince her twin brother to come but he denied her invitation. She left in the middle of the night, soon making it towards the streets she leaned against a building as she fell asleep. She soon woke up in a bed, confused she deciding to investigate. She ended up realising that she was at someone else’s home. She was scared, worried that who ever owned the house was going to take her back home or worse, the police.
She found the owners, she was confused. They were smiling at her and talking to her sweetly. She wasn’t use to this at all. They were the Fitzgerald’s, a middle age couple who had no children, at least not any more. They called the girl Rosary, due to the necklace around her neck. She didn’t understand why they called her something so nice. She finally had a name, even though she didn’t know what a name was. They explained to the girl that they took her into there home because they felt sorry for her and that she reminded them of there daughter’s Ginger and Bridgette.
They enrolled the mutant in school, it was hard for her. She was already put into the five grade, she didn’t even know how to read or write or even count for that matter. She never paid attention in class, she was always caught sleeping during her learning time. She got bad grades and ended up in summer school every year. Teachers always suggested to get the girl held back but her now adoptive parents, the Fitzgerald’s always said no. They thought Rosary was smart in her own special way.
By the time she was eighteen the wolf had changed alot, she no longer looked like a male and her mutation was somewhat under control. She went to her birth mother’s home, to see if they change there ways only to discover that they didn’t. She soon found out that she now had a sister, a six year old named Drusila who has leukemia . Not liking how the girl was being raised in the home she took her out of it, sneaking the girl out of the house in the middle of the night.
They both now live an apartment in Staten, island. On the run from her mother and step father, she didn’t want Drusila going back there. Rosary no longer living with the Fitzgerald’s due to the fact that they already done so much for her and that she fears the organization she was created in was going to kill them because they hid her. She now works as a stripper to be able to pay for her sister’s medical bills. She became an anti-hero, even though she hated humans she decided go save them all because of her sister who happens to be human as well
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