ROGUE.

let's play a game of lies & deceit , see which of us lands  on our feet

[m4sc4r4]

[sickxknives]

[tiffsmemes]

little fires everywhere taken from the 2017 celeste ng book.

behave yourself.

you slept a long time. that’s good.

we’ve never really had this talk before.

back to bed. you’ve been through a lot today.

see you tomorrow?

stay. it’s fine. i’m fine. just – stay.

to see if you need anything now that you’re all settled in.

did you rest?

you don’t look so good.

it’s all going to be okay.

the kind of mother a child deserves?

good luck, honey.

don’t eat it out of the box, pour some out.

shut the fuck up.

go do something fun.

don’t even say shit like that.

you’ll always be sad about this. but it doesn’t mean you made the wrong choice. it’s just something that you have to carry.

i was so nervous i puked.

sometimes, just when you think everything’s gone, you find a way.

people are like that, too, you know. they start over. 

i just want to make sure you know how to be careful.

it’s a big decision, you know. you can’t take it back. it’s not like buying a sweater.

[all-that-is-blue]

[choserogue]

@glyphblade​ asked :  she’s just going to casually bring over a wide, thin box for yara with a big smile on her face. ‘ happy birthday, yar. ‘ winter beams, holding the bottom of the box for her. inside is a trench coat in yara’s shade of blue, something to help keep her warm with how cold atlas is.

         there’s a part of yara that’s entirely shocked anyone would remember her birthday. it’s never been celebrated , as ulrich always told her birthdays are silly and childish. yara thinks about that , eyes trained on the box winter is offering her ---- then allows her face to break out into a huge grin.  ‘  you remembered ?  ‘  she giggles , clearly excited and nearly bouncing on her feet. she opens the box , gasps --- it looks so nice , and doesn’t have any holes or tears into it. almost immediately yara tugs it on herself and lets the box drop.

       ‘  oh , i love it ! i look like a little detective !  ‘  and it’s warm ; even without yara’s ability to maintain her own body heat. and the color ? royal blue ? she loves it. no one’s ever given her a birthday gift and she can’t ask for anything better.  ‘  thank you --- mom.  ‘  another sweet laugh before flinging her arms around winter in a tight hug , trying not to get too emotional. 

[choserogue]

happy birthday yara ;-;

[choserogue]

happy birthday yara ;-;

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@inoblivicn​ asked :  ‘ you can hide there and i’ll join you. ’ demeter.. protecc?

      yara’s hesitant to move, blue eyes full of fear as they shift between the creature stalking towards her and the goddess standing twenty or so feet away. a chimera, if yara remembers right — it looks a lot like the monsters that attacked her own home long ago. she’s frozen, unsure what to do despite demeter’s insistence for her to go. a low growl sends a shiver down her spine.

     ’   i — i don’t think hiding will help.   ’   she grabs her dagger from her belt, blue fingers curling tightly around the hilt. yara isn’t ready to let some gross creature kill her. when it finally pounces, yara does as well — electricity in her eyes as she strikes.  

[choserogue]

@reignofolympus asked : ‘ there’s nothing to be afraid of. ’ uwu

       he speaks so calmly that yara believes it must be true, and any fear lingering in her stomach is just her nerves about finally meeting him. her head tilts, tiny fingers rising to move blue hair from her eyes.   ’   you’re . . . zeus. you’re him.   ’   a small smile curves her lips, hesitantly taking a few steps forward. he’s tall, and much too prom and proper to be on her mountain.

      yara wishes it wasn’t so hard to find her voice. she barely knew her mother — not at all really. she only knows her father because of her mother’s friend, and even she never knew much. not that it’s strange for nymphs to be estranged from their fathers — most are satyrs, though. not the king of the gods.   ’   hello ! i’m yara. it’s . . . nice to meet you.   ’

[reignofolympus]

she stole a yves saint laurent watch and puts it on a rock high, high up in the mountain. it's an offering, don't worry about it.

    though offering from mortals had not faded into oblivion, they still came few and far between, and especially offerings of such beauty.    zeus could not have ignored it if he tried, not only because of the object’s beauty, but because of who it came from.   he had not had the courage to meet yara – not yet.   but still, he came to collect his prize.   from her, it was more than an offering.   it was a gift from daughter to father, and zeus would cherish it, even if he could not thank her yet.   

    it was nice – very nice, and he would have no qualms adding it to his collection.    as the air around him turned to static, and the god disappeared from the mountain top in a flash of lightning, zeus murmured under his breath,    ❛     a blessing upon you, dear one.     ❜

[vhsmeme]

* watership down

watership down is a novel by richard adams.

‘ by yourself, alone? ’ 

‘ you can’t. you’d die. ’

‘ i’ll look after you. ’

‘ i think that’s something we can only wait for. ’  

‘ what do you think of that? ’

‘ you need a rest. ’ 

‘ i’ll tell you all about it later on. ’

‘ you hurt? ’

‘ they didn’t want to disturb you. ’

‘ just let me look after you for a bit. ’

‘ are you all right? ’

‘ how did you get that wound? ’

‘ can you hear me? ’ 

‘ i don’t blame you. ’

‘ you haven’t got to. ’

‘ if you are not careful, people will begin to trust you. ’

‘ i can’t trust anyone else, but you’ll come with me, won’t you? ’ 

‘ can we trust you? ’ 

‘ i don’t like this story. i know i’m not brave – ’

‘ let me go! let me go! ’

‘ why did you cry like that, if you were all right? ’

‘ you’re all alone, sharp and clear, like a dead branch against the sky. ’

‘ come down there: we can talk more easily. ’

‘ you can see the whole world. ’  

‘ the funny thing is that you feel terrified to stay and i feel terrified to go. ’  

‘ there’s nothing to be afraid of. ’

‘ there’s nothing to worry about. ’

‘ i don’t want to go. ’

‘ i feel very sad. ’ 

‘ he seems quite at home with you. ’  

‘ where do you come from? ’

‘ does the thunder worry you? ’ 

‘ are you sure? ’

‘ and if that’s not meeting your fears halfway, then i don’t know what is. ’

‘ why can’t we go home? ’

‘ do you really think we will? ’

‘ what’s your idea, then? ’

‘ why’s he called that? ’

‘ he’ll remember that. ’

‘ that is the test of your belief. ’

‘ well, i thought, this sounds hopeful. ’

‘ couldn’t wake him up. ’

‘ how can we find them? ’ 

‘ are you trying to make me angry? ’

‘ how can we find them? ’

‘ do you know he was out all night in the rain? ’

‘ can we go back to sleep now? ’

‘ we can’t fight them. ’

‘ let’s hear the rest of the story. ’

‘ i hope you understand. ’

‘ have a look outside and you’ll see why. ’

‘ i’m not going to get angry because you call me stupid names. ’ 

‘ what’s the alternative? ’

‘ it doesn’t matter where. ’  

‘ just you and i? ’

‘ but what else is there to hope for? ’  

‘ it’s all forgotten. ’

‘ then all the rest follows. ’

‘ it’s no good. ’

‘ run! ’

‘ piss off! ’

‘ bad place. ’

‘ yes, yes, all friends. ’

‘ i don’t know what it is. ’

‘ you can hide there and i’ll join you. ’ 

‘ come on, hurry up. ’

‘ they’re all mad, you know. ’

‘ blame you? blame you for what? ’

‘ unless you feel it isn’t safe? ’

‘ no, it’s safe enough. ’ 

‘ it must be something very bad. ’ 

‘ we’ve all got to stop running one day, you know. ’ 

[choserogue]

" why is there tape all over my desk " ironwalls :3

         ‘  haha ! APRIL FOOLS !  ‘ and she runs -

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“A marvelous light is coming from the mountain; the dark nymphs scream.”

— Federico García Lorca, tr. by Sarah Arvio, from Selections; “Cry to Rome,”

[selenelionvisualart]

~ IN THE AIR 2 ~

Credits: © Selenelion Visual Art (MMXVIII)

[choserogue]

      although she wonders about the work salem wants to put into a new world, her world — yara’s clearly distracted. she stares up, attempting to figure out how to speak without accidentally infuriating her.   ’   you didn’t do that ? um — you just looked different for a second. your hair was down, it — well, it was pretty.   ’   a sheepish grin follows.   ’   i get to help you work on the world right ?   ’

[choserogue]

heck it, yara being a reincarnated salem / oz kid is canon for my rwby verse

[choserogue]

      ’   i still get tired sometimes,   ’   a weak laugh — she’s trying to keep eye contact with salem, and it isn’t even her that makes yara feel uneasy. red eyes, just like ulrich’s. she shifts her weight, prosthetic hand brushing blue hair behind her ear.   ’   what happens when you get what you want ? will you take a vacation ?   ’   she freezes, momentarily watching salem change — still frightening, and yet she smiles down at her with her hair down and unmarked skin. yara blinks.   ’   what was that ?   ’