Miss Rosalind

Unafilliated

[chronokind]

{ BIG SISTER? }

   Wᴇʟʟ ғᴜᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ gently with a chainsaw, you just unwittingly hit on your own sister. Again.

Sheepishly, you draw level with the woman claiming to be “a Rose.” You decide after a quick once-over that you definitely believe her, and you hate yourself so fucking much for opening your trap and spewing yet another stream of unwitting incestuous swill. You clear your throat.

    ❝are you. uh. are you future rose?❞

[ladypoetamagicien]

When he came closer, it became apparent that he was in fact taller than her, just like David. Fucker. The hitting on her comment didn’t particularly bother Rosie, but that was for her own reasons.

“Yes? I am future Rose, in that I’m from the future where the Batterwitch destroyed the earth and I have a daughter, somehow, centuries later. Am I ringing a bell? And you must be original Dave.”

[chronokind]

{ ladypoetamagicien }

   ❝yo whos the milf.❞ …You just said that out loud. You idiot. Besides, that chick is probably, like, twenty-something. Probably not milf material. Unless she’s a teen milf. But whatever.  ❝uh. sorry…ma’am. didnt mean to…do…any of that.❞

[ladypoetamagicien]

“Davi- Dave.” She cut herself off just in time. This was not David, but Dave, of course. Just a teen boy not looking for much from her- didn’t even recognize her. Same appropriate awkward mannerisms, though. None of the polished charm her David could conjure when he wished. “You know me, right? I’m Rose. Not your Rose, but a Rose.”

[citta-alveare-deactivated201811]

I'm dropping alpha Rose Lalonde from Homestuck. She was housed in Apartment O-3.

Dropped for you!

– mod『 』

[screamingmemequeen2015]

ladypoetamagicien

In her adventures of looking through the City, Rose had decided to try to look through some book shops in Sector 5. She didn’t really think she could spare the money to actually buy anything, since you know, she was thirteen, but it was always nice to look. And she hadn’t gotten kicked out because of window shopping yet.

Looking through literature that had books from the entire multiverse was an incredibly good time though, she wasn’t going to lie. Skimming through the titles, she happened to come across a book that was apparently written by one Rose Lalonde. It seemed like it was in a series named the Complacency of the Learned. AKA her shitty wizard fanfiction. Nice.

She decided to sit down and read the disaster that some other Rose happened to write.

[ladypoetamagicien]

Now that things had calmed down a bit, and the city had returned to its normal routines, Rosie found convenient to pick up her rituals where she’d left off. A new coffee shop each day, a tiny bit of whiskey in each cup, and trying the closest bookstore. This one in particular was supposed to have books from all different universes.

Customers wandered the shelves, idly picking up one novel and then the next. One- a young, fair girl of perhaps anywhere from ten to sixteen, it was always tough with girls- peered over a familiar behemoth of a text. Rosie recognized it as her own, and smiled.

“You’ve got good taste.”

[funkmiracles-blog]

Ouch, that laugh hurt your pride.You scowled and danced away from her wandering poking hand, jokingly shoving at her shoulder ever so slightly. 

     “i said quit it lalonde jesus christ”

Still, with all this carnage around that you haven’t been paying attention to whatsoever, it almost seemed tame compared to the Hilarocaust. Not exactly a springs vacation to the Bahamas or whatever, but from what you could tell, the Juggalos had not taken over, a fucking men to that. 

Maybe if this fighting wound down, you could actually get some shuteye for once? 

But then Lalonde had to open her mouth again and spew that nonsense that only dug into your nerves. 

     “of course i would. id remember that damn face of yours anywhere. but you make one more crack about me being older than you i swear i will make your life hell. i will fucking parody the hell out of your books.”

That might have been going a little too far, but you needed to make enough of a point that she’d eat that smug look of hers and never express it again because damn did it make you feel annoyed. 

     “rose, rosie, same difference in my opinion. but lalonde will always be lalonde, y’dig.” Not that it made any sense, but since you could remember, you called her something along those lines. 

[ladypoetamagicien]

He pushed her away gently enough, and she managed to only stumble a few steps, giving him a sort of teasing scowl, looking up at him. Had he really been so damn tall? Ridiculous man. 

“But you are older than me. I’m only twenty five you know. You look like you’re in your thirties and you expect me not to comment? I mean it’s not like its a bad thing. Some people prefer silver foxes...”

She tsked at him, fingers going to tap her end of her chin as she considered this older version. Rosie knew him from every angle, especially him from this age, because she saw him every time she saw her own death. It didn’t stop her from giving him a hard time about it.

“So, caught up with your kid yet?”

[mewmewmage-blog]

m33tings are impurrtant business;;

     [ ladypoetamagicien ] 

          ​Apparently, you own a SMALL BUSINESS.

You’ve been rifling through the planner on your side table in the apartment that supposedly belongs to you, and you’ve found it: an entry in your calendar that states: 9 O’CLOCK M33TING WITH ROSIE.

You don’t know who Rosie is, but boy, are you EXCITED for this meeting!

You get lost about six times on your way to your NEW AND EXCITING JOB (which is actually your OLD AND FORGOTTEN JOB), but you make it there around ten. There’s a slender, blonde human sitting inside the only conference room in the building; you assume this is probably the AFOREMENTIONED ROSIE, so you put on a smile and walk in to greet her.

MEULIN:  (*ΦωΦ*) < HELLO ROSIE!!! SORRY I’M LATE; IT’S JUST THAT I THINK I HAVE AMNESIA OR SOMETHING AND I DIDN’T REMEMBER HOW TO GET HERE.

Totally smooth and not at all ridiculous, Meulin. Nice going.

[ladypoetamagicien]

There was some sorta staff meeting, or possibly just a meeting with her boss, this morning. That meant Rosie dressed a bit nicer (if a bit sexy-librarian/mail carrier for her taste) to look presentable. She even arrived a bit early to beat the troll-girl to the table. Time passes, and eventually Rosie gave up and pulled out her cellphone to pass the time. Finally her boss burst in, spilling the beans.

“Oh... That’s not so good? I am Rosie- you know one of my alternative selves, or have heard of her or something. I’ve been working as a mail courier for you for about three months. We’ve met a few times since for personal matters, including dating advice.”

She sighed, trying to decide what to tell.

“I have flirted with you a few times. I think you should know that since you’ve forgotten. It wouldn’t be right for me to know that and not tell you.”

[ladypoetamagicien]

1 want the k.

1: Hot, Steamy kiss

This sort of thing didn’t happen to often. He was sweet and cute and all and all a good partner. More often than not they just hung out. She wasn’t sure it was actually a thing, whatever this was. Wasn’t sure she cared. Quadrants weren’t for humans, as far as she was concerned. Relationships… well, she wouldn’t be the first to say she was kind of shit at those.

That being said, there was no need to complicate what she doing here. That much was clear. More than once she’d wished that they were a little closer in terms of height, or weight, or strength, but that was part of what made this fun. The difference. The alienness. It was probably shitty to like him partly for what he was.

But then she was in his lap, slim torso pressed up against broad, feeling the strange muscle groups stretch when he wrapped his arms around her to push them together. Her own hands were in his hair, one idly stroking the strands, the other timidly running her fingernail over a horn bed, still trying to suss out what he liked.

And that kiss. God. His teeth had been pretty- well, odd. Not like her own flat square teeth. More than a little caution still raced through her, but they made it work, if only because it was his tongue that pressed through her lips, tasting her. When Rosie tired of that, she pulled away for a moment before using her own teeth to chew at his lip, then dipped down to nip from throat to ear.

[ladypoetamagicien]

'I want the K, dear.'

14: Kiss Along the Hips

She was drunk again. This only seemed to happen after the pool rounds, and the drinking, and the unsteady walk back to her place or her own place, falling into bed. Clumsily unbuttoning and pushing shirts up and trousers down until that dark skin was shown, pressing her lips against it.

[chivalrousxhybrid-deactivated20]

Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number

1: Hot, Steamy kiss

2: Cheek Kiss

3: Nose Kiss

4: Forehead Kiss

5: Firm Kiss

6: Gentle Peck

7: Romantic Kiss

8: Eyelid Kiss

9: Jawline Kiss

10: Neck Kiss

11: Collarbone Kiss

12: Chest Kiss

13: Stomach Kiss

14: Kiss Along the Hips

15: Kiss in the Rain

16: Upside-Down Kiss

17: Goofy Kiss

18: Underwater Kiss

19: Forceful Kiss

20: Any of the Above

21: Then there’s tongue

[ladypoetamagicien]

❤

I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you like family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.

[ladypoetamagicien]

have some death by chocolate, you nerd.

an indulgence/guilty pleasure headcanon.

Going out and having a three course fondue dinner. Cheese, broth, and dessert fondues, plus copious amounts of wine.

[minacixusarchived-blog]

send me ❤ and I will bold all that applies to your muse

I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you life family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.

inspired by here.

[ladypoetamagicien]

headcanon meme: ice cream flavors edition.

Almond Chocolate Coconut: a touch headcanon.

Bacon Ice Cream: a "what were you even thinking" headcanon.

Black Raspberry Cheesecake: a sexuality and/or romanticism headcanon (romantic orientation, sexual orientation, etc).

Cactus Fruit Sorbet: a "this shouldn't work but it does" headcanon.

Cherry Garcia: a role model/inspiration headcanon.

Chubby Hubby: a body image/self esteem headcanon.

Chunky Monkey: a names, addresses, nicknames, etc. headcanon.

Cookies and Cream: a family headcanon.

Cotton Candy Explosion: a childhood/child(ren) headcanon.

Death By Chocolate: an indulgence/guilty pleasure headcanon.

Devil's Food Chocolate: a vice headcanon.

Dulce de Leche: a happy/sweet romantic or queerplatonic headcanon.

Elderberry: a hurt/comfort headcanon.

Entangled Mints: a friendship headcanon.

Espresso 'n Cream: a coffee/tea/coffee-shop (AU)/caffeine headcanon.

Fudge Behaving Badly: a misbehaving/getting into trouble headcanon.

Ginger Crème Brûlée: a gender headcanon (gender identity, gender presentation, butch/femme, gender feels, etc).

Half Baked: a bad idea/poor planning headcanon.

Heartbreak Healer: a sad/angsty romantic or queerplatonic headcanon.

Jasmine Peach Tea: a self-care/self-love headcanon.

Kahlua Almond Fudge: a language/words headcanon.

Kiwi Midori: a creative arts headcanon.

Lemon Angel Food: a virtue headcanon.

Lemon-Lime Sorbet: a sexual/NC-17 headcanon (alt: a secret(s) h/c).

Magic Mint Cookie: a magic/supernatural headcanon (alt: a taste h/c).

Masque of the Raspberry Sorbet: a fear/horror headcanon (alt: a costume(s)/facade(s) headcanon).

Neapolitan: an intimacy/vulnerability (or lack thereof) headcanon.

Orange Pineapple Whip: a kinky headcanon (alt: an eccentricity h/c).

Oreo Cheesecake: a physical health/disability headcanon.

Peanut Butter Plum Cherry: a soulmate/soulmate AU headcanon (alt: an unconditional love headcanon)

Phish Food: a music headcanon.

Purple Daze: a stoner/drugs headcanon.

Rainbow Cream: a nature headcanon.

Road Trip: a travel or escapism headcanon.

Rocky Road: a difficulty or struggle headcanon.

SNAFU (Strawberries Naturally All Fudged Up): a mistake(s) headcanon.

Strawberry Rhubarb Crunch: a mental health/neurodivergent headcanon.

Tennessee Mud: an alcohol, drunkenness, intoxication headcanon.

Tuxedo Strawberry: a well-dressed headcanon (any headcanon about clothes).

Vanilla Fudge Ripple: a strength headcanon.

White Raspberry Truffle: a weakness headcanon.

Wildberry Chocolate Chunk: a social life headcanon.

[funkmiracles-blog]

What the hell this was not cool. You listen to her speech, and when she reached over to mess with your hair, you swatted at her hand with a disgruntled huff. 

     “cut that shit out right now man that just aint cool” You would mumble under your breath, looking elsewhere. God, why did Lalonde have to be so embarrassing at times? She knew how to get under your skin, and it just kept happening. 

     “related or not youre still the same lalonde i know thank god for that because this place would be dull as hell without someone i know.” It would. With the amount of fucks you gave about this place, it was about as exciting as watching paint dry on a wall that has no paint on it at all. 

Basically, a waste of a lot of damn time. 

Fuck, all this talk, and your cig burned out. Yeah, this was a great day. Well, at least Lalonde made it tolerable–just a bit. 

Not that you’d be caught dead saying that. 

[ladypoetamagicien]

She laughed at that, moving her hand from his head to his side, poking him. He really wasn’t touchy-feely, was he. Best not try to get a hug, then. Rosie wondered if it hit him yet, that they were safe, that there was no looming fate here. They could hang out every day without worrying who would catch on.

Even after six months and a death scene, she still had a hard time feeling that way, but she tried, really.

“I’m glad you know me despite the weird age difference. Don’t you become senile on me.” She swallowed a shit-eating grin and a penchant to call him David. “I don’t go by Rose here, by the by. Confusing to the other folks. I go by Rosie. You don’t have to call me that, though.”

[funkmiracles-blog]

     “oh fuck you lalonde you know im damned awesome. if you werent someone i knew you wouldnt have a chance let my just put that out there right now.” Though your composure was like stone, in your voice there was the subtlest hints of good humor. 

You were having fun with this, despite yourself. 

Everything was gone to shit and here you were, catching up like it was no big deal. Honestly, it wasn’t a big deal at all. You were almost too used to this, in all honesty. 

But what was this? They were related somehow? Fucking incredible. Your mouth dropped slightly and your eyes widened, but that didn’t last real long, but for just a moment that mask you wore cracked a little. 

     “holy shit lalonde tag your spoilers. what do you want me to do, call you sis? because fuck that.”

     “honestly only someone as cool as you can be related to me. thats a fucking givin you know. all you need is a pair of shades and shit were a family god fucking damn.”

Lmao what a riot. You were just rambling to stave off this freakout you were having. 

     “so whats up sis whats shakin and bakin huh.”

[ladypoetamagicien]

Even as he directed a little bit of verbal ire at her, she could hear the tiniest amounts of amusement, as though his voice was smiling for him. Ridiculous stony face southern asshole.

At the reaction- barely visible, but she had been watching closely, couldn’t miss the cracking of his mouth, imagining raised eyebrows and wide eyes behind those dark glasses. At least they both had been similarly in the dark.

“I hardly think that’s necessary. It’s not as if we were raised together. But thank you for the compliment. I don’t think I’ll be changing my name. Strider is perfectly nice as a ‘cool kid’ surname but I think that Lalonde continues to suit my air of sophistication.”

The little speech over, she reached over and mussed his hair. If he wanted a shithead sister, he got it.

[funkmiracles-blog]

     “oh my god lalonde you just dont go taking peoples cigs like that” You would give a huff, oh course, but as long as she gave it back then you had no problems whatsoever. At being called older however, you could only heave a shrug. 

     “and you look like you should be at school learning some better manners but who am i to judge right?”

This banter–it had been a while, and though she could be from a little earlier than you were, with those words she gave you, no doubt she was still the real deal. The genuine article. You two were one badass team, no doubt about it, but doing anything about the ambience going on around you?

All this cacophony about war and stuff?

Sounded like a Wednesday to you. Just another day in the life of your whole life being complete shit. 

And you gave no fucks that day, nor any other day. 

[ladypoetamagicien]

“Maybe if your reflexes or social graces weren’t slow as shit you could have stopped me from stealing it.” A smirk this time, falling back into the same shit talking that was their forte.

Mock offense at that- she was mid twenties, not some schoolgirl, but it was an easy mistake to make, really. Forgivable. She’d get him back later.

All around them the shitshow raged, but they ambled, stepping over rubble and nonchalantly avoiding falling/thrown objects.

“So, one of the kids from Rose prime’s timeline said that we’re siblings. Isn’t that interesting?

Her question wasn’t particularly subtle. Rosie just wanted to know his reaction, try to decide if he’d ever suspected. Sure, their coloring was similar, but there were an infinite possibility of ways those genes could come out. There was no reason to believe that they had been related.

[funkmiracles-blog]

ladypoetamagicien

[funkmiracles-blog]

Hell, it had been a while. It really had, since you last saw her. One of the few you got along with, and well, quite frankly, you missed that. With all this chaos abounding around you, you needed that anchor–that one who could deal with your verbal bs without batting an eye. 

So you take out a pack and light one up, a cigarette, that is. Damn, what a bad habit you picked up when everything went to shit back home. Well at first, it was to enhance that cool image you had going on, but in the end, you were hooked on the damn cancer causing things. 

Don’t pick up bad habits like this guy, folks. 

It was merely by chance that you’d glance off to the side as you walked down the street, and you saw /her/. Well, that was…something. Sure she looked a bit younger than you thought she was, but Photoshop could ha–you would not even finish that thought. Damn, were you glad to see her, though. 

Letting out an exhalation of smoke into the air, thus increasing the pollution by the tiniest of fractions, you would walk right over to her before offering the smallest of grins. 

     “look what the cat dragged in. damn me to hell if i thought id see a familiar face here, lalonde.”

[ladypoetamagicien]

It had been just another day- get up, angst, have a cup of coffee with a tiny bit of whiskey poured in on the sly, go for a walk, avoid the battle around her. But then he was there, her heart stuttered, eyes widened. But then everything resumed normally. She did not bolt forward and embrace him like this was the end of a shitty romantic comedy.

Instead Rosie opted for a smile, stealing his cigarette with a rather quick movement, taking a puff, embracing just a modicum of politeness by not blowing it in his face, and handing the thing back when she was done.

“You look older, Strider. Shouldn’t smoke so damn much.”

He did look older, though. Maybe he’d come from up the timestream. Didn’t matter, he was here, he was with her. Now, at least, there was someone who knew her as her, not some offshoot of Rose prime.