- ̗̀we go way back ̖́-

it is no surprise that your heart is the size of your fist. you are meant to fight.

[ofroseate]

it’s been over half a year since i’ve been here, that’s so insane. miss you all and hope you’re doing well. considering making a comeback but we’ll see!

[ofroseate]

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[anatcmies-deactivated20220505]

          “ babe, i bought some stuff for the baby. “ some is an understatement. she’s got two bags on each arm. the only reason she doesn’t have more is that she wouldn’t have been able to carry them. “ i also might’ve gotten a bit carried away. “   /   @ofroseate​

[ofroseate]

         he’s finishing up an email on his laptop but his attention is shifted as soon as she has walked through the door. standing up from the table he laughs softly, helping her with one of the bags by taking it from her arm. “ at this point we’ll be ready for the baby way before they even get here, ” he teased with a grin, “ don’t people usually wait until they find out the gender to buy so much stuff. . .? i’m new at this so i have no clue. ” they were both new at this though.

[anatcmies-deactivated20220505]

          “ i think the boys have unionized, “ the blonde jokes, stepping into their bedroom, not even hesitating to crawl into bed. “ apparently, one bedtime story isn’t good enough anymore. they made me read three, with the voices and everything. “   /   @ofroseate​

[ofroseate]

         the male was waiting patiently, scrolling through his phone before she arrived. once her voice is heard he locks it, setting on the table beside the bed. a small chuckle passed his lips and once she’s beside him he moves even closer to her, a hand curving against her rounded stomach. “ can you blame them? you’re way better than i am at the voices, ” he pointed out, pressing a kiss against her forehead. “ i’ll do story time tomorrow      deal? ”

[summcrshcndy]

open to: f based off of THIS

watching his wife wake up, cohen can feel his heart break into a million pieces. as if the accident hadn’t been horrific enough – there was no way he could have saved the kids and HER. he wasn’t sure why his first instinct had been to save his wife – how he’d gotten himself into the situation he did… but there was nothing that could be done about it now. “hey – you’re okay. alright?” he rests his hand on top of hers, hoping to the god that he didn’t believe in that she wouldn’t ask about the kids. 

[ofroseate]

eleanor has regained consciousness and there’s a weight that is heavy on her heart – as if she already knows. her body is stirring only slightly and her eyelids have to flutter more than once to adjust to the brightness of her surroundings. once adapted she can think of nothing but the children. “cohen,” she croaked out, vision searching around the pair, “a – are they okay? where are they??” she’s realized they aren’t around the pair, panic sets in, and momma bear instincts are heightened. one of her hands reach to ball the fabric of his shirt into her palm before asking more urgently, “where are they – where are my babies, cohen ? ! ”

[ofroseate]

anais kahin & her crime fighting friends.            plus casper. @harmcomforts

[ofroseate]

do y’all ever reread some of your old writing and just cringe. . . ? cause that’s me right now.

[ofroseate]

me: i’m gonna listen to some music to get me in the writing mood also me: -puts on the hamilton soundtrack- 

[ofroseate]

[ofroseate]

was gonna do replies tonight but i just had a stressful evening, sorry guys. :/

[ofroseate]

got three starters down, will be posting more when i wake up later!

[ofroseate]

based on; this.

      and somehow through everything they always find their way back to each other. she’s fully devoted to the other      hasn’t thought about anyone else after meeting them. anything they would ask of her she would do and honestly she felt foolish for feeling that way. they were holding something back. “we can’t keep doing this,” she blurted out. she was afraid to have this conversation but she could no longer pretend that everything was perfect when it was evident that it wasn’t. “you’re not over them. . .are you?” a question she sorely did not want an answer to.

[ofroseate]

      “beautiful,” he breathed out. his gaze hadn’t been fixated on the view before them but the other beside him. it wasn’t until they looked over he realized what he said and got all flustered. cheeks flared in embarrassment and a cough passed between lips before turning to the scenery. “y      y’know, the view,” he attempted to explain, hand waving about, “it’s pretty       pretty great. . .i was talking about the view.” 

[ofroseate]

based on; 10 things i hate about you. | open to; m/f/nb.

      “i just have one question for you,” she began, turning to face the other. “do you follow every girl around or am i just lucky?” her tone was sardonic but her query entirely serious. the other had shown up out of the blue one day and ever since then she seemed to bump into them nearly everywhere she went. they weren’t bad to look at      in fact one might say she enjoyed looking at them      but juliette was never too fond of strangers. especially ones who used their spare time to continuously follow her around after she had previously ignored their advances      she assumed they had been following her at least.

[ofroseate]

maybe i will post some starters . . ?

[ofroseate]

i come back and tumblr has released yet another shitty update. . .lovely.

[tragedienes-archive]

character: goran open: f/nb — 32+ only plot: goran is a let’s player on youtube that’s known for being an official himbo. your muse is a powerful older lady stuck in a boring marriage, they’ve been having an affair for a few weeks now. as goran starts falling in love with her, she manipulates him and tries to convince him to murder her husband for her so they can one day be together. unbeknownst to goran, he’s just been used, but is he really that easily fooled? ( based lightly on to die for )

goran knows, fundamentally, that he’s not intelligent. he may remember his math facts from grade school and can speak two languages (though his natural one, croatian, is not from applied learning but being from croatia), but he’s stupid and he knows it, made a career out of it—not that his parents consider being a youtuber a career, but still, his job is to be laughed at for saying silly things and barely paying attention to what’s happening around him. a clown without the makeup. that’s why, in the motel room where they always have their trysts, when she asks him to ‘take care’ of her husband, he thinks she wants him to set up a trust fund for him or cook him dinner, or something. sitting on the bed, he blinks rapidly, visibly computing and comprehending her request. “…you mean like…” he mimes slicing his throat open with his finger, “take care like that?” goran shakes his head in disbelief, hair falling in his eyes. “i mean, why? i know you don’t like him and you love me, but can’t you just get a divorce?”

[ofroseate]

at first meet goran was nothing more than a distraction. he was a shiny, new toy that was in place to divert her attention from her own crumbling marriage. her husband was a business man who focused solely on his work      violette didn’t take kindly to that. of course when she swept the other off his feet her intentions weren’t entirely cruel. the hatred for her husband bubbled and bubbled until it overflowed      that’s when she decided to take a stand. when the inquiry tumbled from between bare brims her eyes flutter as if what she asked of him was an ordinary task. “you don’t know him like i do, goran,” she began, inching closer to the male as a petite hand brushed against his cheek. “he would never just let me divorce him. he’s cruel, you know?” azure orbs begin to be clouded by forged tears. “i fear what he might do if i even bring up the word divorce. i wouldn’t ask this of you if i didn’t think it necessary.” a single tear dribbles down her cheek before leaning further into his warmth, “i need you to do this for me      for us. . .” she concluded with honeyed words.