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You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees / for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. — mary oliver, wild geese.
[ indi multi. default: ROSARIA from GENSHIN IMPACT, GIZMO from GREMLINS (1984), ADA from LAMB (2021). written by jan ( she / they ), 30+. ]
RULES. MUSES. CARRD. WISHLIST.
𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢'𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.
i may have to extend my break for a few more days bc i have a freelance job + a musical character study that i want to finish writing this weekend PLUS i'm going to watch Backrooms tomorrow. replies will probably be out of order too.
@stagborne,
( continued from here. )
“ that curious glint in your eyes, for one. ” she grins softly and leans in again for their noses to touch. it's an issue, how easy it is to smile around him. she adjusts herself just to not fall out of her seat, throwing an arm around his shoulder and resting her hand beneath his stubbled jawline. it's prickly and cute.
“ you're a blue that feels brown. confusing but intriguing, ” she mumbles lowly against his ear, undecided whether to watch him or feel him. she just knows her heart is so alive right now. she shifts again, and this time dropping her legs in his lap, both arms tightening around his neck like a tender boa. “ and you're warm. i'm cold. i'm always cold. ” she pulls back a hand to drag down her own chest, right against her sternum. “ like i have ice in here. ”
her statements grow increasingly abstract by the second, but behind her riddles is a need to be seen and accepted, however weird she may be. for the small moment her gaze settles on his, a small spark ignites those pools of ink; then she glances at his mouth and drowns it out with a murmur.
“ blue flames burn the hottest. ”
the tension is so thick you can cut it with a knife. she holds her breath, lips an inch from his, waiting.
i know i made it all up in my head but luke castellan your effect on rosaria is insane.
for reasons (bc i just kept hitting A) stagthorns have moved in with gus & co. so now they are part of madigral and cartel.
rosaria loves it when a bond feels like a drug, like iris out, like kaibutsu san, like you & me. call it infatuation or obsession or whatever, she doesn't care. ( i think she hates the word romance except when she's watching romcoms to kill time and, somehow, learn about normal relationships. perhaps that's why she doesn't feel like anything that has to do with her could be called romance. )
rosaria really enjoys being paid to play normal. pretending that she can do normal people things and have normal people feelings AND be paid for it. might just fake it enough to make it one day.
𝐠𝐠𝐠𝐧𝐨. indie rosaria from genshin impact. crossover friendly. alternative universes friendly. horror, crime, monsters. looking for long-term writing partners to develop stories with.
1 + 32 + 50 from kaeya to rosaria :)
reasons to touch / accepting.
( to say good morning, to wake her up, out of love. )
she jolts at the touch, only relaxing when she sees his face. it was one of those nights where she would cross the gates of mondstadt and slink towards her dorm, the only sabotaging variable a sudden and stubborn fever. as her head clears, she remembers how kaeya emerged from the shadows and caught her before she could crack her skull on the beautiful cobblestoned ground, though she has little recollection on how he moved her to where she is now.
which, by the way, is probably his bed.
“ did i bleed on your sheets? ” she asks in exhaustion and peeks beneath her covers.
[ soft voice ] sender speaks more gently than usual, like anything louder might hurt / rosaria + vampire au
taking care of her / accepting.
as if she was flipped inside out, she feels like she is wearing her appetite as skin; in turn, her hard-learned discipline is shoved inside her frail body, giving away to a strange, non-negotiable thirst.
she has heard of stories about vampires and blood. while she is no scholar, there were many holes she would've poked into the possibility of a species solely surviving on blood — not to mention that of humans above every other option — but these questions all pale when she is living this curse. perhaps it's mean to call it a curse, especially when she said yes to it. she had believed there must be easier ways to fulfil that urge; she imagined a chicken farm where the resident vampire could sell eggs and poultry after bleeding the fowl and feeding on it — so imagine the disappointment when will shot that idea down.
the hunger grows by the hour, and she turns increasingly silent. she is retreating into herself, as is she could ouroboros herself out of existence; but her lack of response doesn't change the fact that she is now tethered to will, the maker of her undeath, and she still ends up at his door when there are many other rooms available in this suspiciously grand mansion.
he lets her in. she sits down. he combs her hair. she lets him. he speaks to her softly, soothing with vampiric facts and reason, all while his hands are dangerously close to her neck. she had never let anyone stand behind her like this, and she had seen what his hands were capable of; and yet, she feels safer than ever.
“ ...how often must we feed? ”
her voice comes parched, like a plant dwarfing in drought to preserve moisture.
busy week ahead 🫶 mind space kinda full but it's gonna be good
im having the best time of my life
Makenzie Campbell, from a poem featured in "Room of the Mind: Poems" originally published in 2021
busy week ahead 🫶 mind space kinda full but it's gonna be good
pluribus.
( concurrent with season one. )
rosaria. the world ends in body drops left and right. she has no idea why she was immune the the hivemind's infection but does everything she can to figure out how the infected collective works and functions. she is incredibly skeptical towards any plurbed individual and often hostile towards their superficial benevolence; still, she takes advantage of the hivemind's objective to please her, and she is not above manipulating their ‘ biological imperative ’ to get what she needs.
pacific rim.
( covers canon events from both movies. )
rosaria. her high pain tolerance allows her to push limits — she routinely ignores the potential brain damage when assigned to drift with less compatible individuals. the catch is once she's in their head and find out they hurt children or women she always hunts them down, and she's without a partner again. the corp has debates around her but her insane ability to handle a variety of minds means she will not be decommissioned until she runs her natural course.
she thrives in the barter economy which brings her business varying from secret commissions, black market trades and occasional hits. her clients contact her through her local church's confession box.
i need very strong coffee this week.
Emil Cioran | Tears and Saints (1937)
