[regretmuch]

Visit Original Link

#REGRETMUCH | a PRIVATE & SELECTIVE roleplay blog for rue valentine an original character loved by alice [she / they. 21+. est.] established 2024

✗ 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙳. ✗ 𝙶𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚁𝚈. ✗ 𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙴.

[roarknight]

wear me down⸻ it’s not in my hands, now. priv. + 21above blog hosting a portrayal of december holiday from toby fox’s DELTARUNE. slow activity and mostly head - cannon based. adheres to the theory of dess being the roaring knight. ₍ carrd / credit .ᐟ ₎ this blog was originally created   in june 2025. knighted  by  𝙼𝙰𝚇𝙸𝙽𝙴⸻ she / they, twenty7, est. o̲c̲,     𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯,    and crossover   friendly!

[regretmuch]

i guess now i really have to lock in on rue’s deltarne au (lest lee shoot me dead)

[regretmuch]

stupid teenage girl with her nose buried inside her stupid journal with stupid messy hair covering her stupid eyes—

[crabryngoon]

[regretmuch]

rue baby ... so sorry your life sucks. i hate you </3

[killjoysnoise]

🖥️ ┋ ❝ Goddamnit… ❞ He pauses to pinch the space between his eyes, a long hissed sigh let out. ❝ If you're gonna lie, at least be convincing. ❞

Still, he's not mad. He just wants to know what the hell she's been up to while his back's been turned. It isn't as if he's her caretaker, but he feels partly responsible for her—if only because he's never really seen her with her father.

❝ Come now. Out with it. ❞

[regretmuch]

it would've been convincing if she had just ONE MORE second to come up with a better lie. gardening club. she mentally scolds herself her school doesn't even have a gardening club !

she shifts awkwardly, still half fidgeting with her hands behind her back. it takes a moment before she can muster the courage to confess. ❝ okay so while i was technically digging a grave i KNEW there wasn't a body there ! i swear i wasn't grave robbing. i was looking for something else but before i could FIND IT, the cops showed up. ❞

[regretmuch]

rue’s lame ass crying in her room to mcr on the first night of spring break cause she knows sunday is gonna be pure torture

[devonghabi]

SHABANA AZEEZ as Victoria Javadi in The Pitt, 1.11: 5:00pm.

[regretmuch]

happy easter sunday! spring 2006

[becomingvecna]

[killjoysnoise]

🖥️ ┋ The dirt is noted immediately, eyes travelling across her muddy face before trailing to her fingers. There's muck beneath her fingernails, the tips covered in a deep murky brown. AM clears his throat.

❝ Yes I did. Counter-question: why do you look like you've just got done digging up a body? ❞

[regretmuch]

that's totally NOT what she was doing ! well. sort of. she was grave digging but not in hopes of finding a body. however, hiding her hands behind her back almost immediately after such accusation, probably isn't helping her case much. she half smiles, balancing between her heels and toes.

❝ because i was ... stayed after school to check out the gardening club ? ❞

[regretmuch]

open.

❝ did you know the difference between a graveyard and cemetery is that a graveyard is a churchyard which is owned by a church or other religious groups. and a cemetery is usually owned by a nonprofit or a local government. ❞ the fact that she is covered in dirt, with bits of grass entangled in between the dark locks of her hair, is completely unrelated.

[regretmuch]

rue’s lame ass crying in her room to mcr on the first night of spring break cause she knows sunday is gonna be pure torture

[regretmuch]

she hates sundays :]

[regretmuch]

one of my favorite things about rue's character (to me) is the rosary she always wears is meant to represent her defying the catholic beliefs that have been pushed onto her since she was little but it's also the very thing keeping the demon inhabiting her body at bay

[regretmuch]

@drkprincedee said: take a deep breath,  you need to calm down.

from a meme i can't find but i'm always accepting

────────────────────────────────────────

she'd soon rather a hole open up and swallow her whole than deal with THIS. an intrusive voice drowned out her own thoughts, muffling the continuous bass that rumbled in the house behind them; the commotion inside her head made decipher the song playing impossible, a futile attempt to ground herself. dark eyes hid behind a pair of hands that clutched near her temples, disheveled locks framed her with obscurity as she remained determined to stare down at the road.

agreeing to come was a BAD IDEA, she knew this and she still decided to sneak out to make an appearance. the night started off okay. she hadn't gone to a social even like this since she was a prime suspect for her history teacher's murder. and although, charges were dropped, evidence somehow dissolved into thin air, the speculations and gossip lingered the following months.

it was a turning point in her life that questioned on whether she'd finally reached rock bottom. the revelation that her body was no longer her own and was decaying with every breath she took. it was far too late to tap out on their deal not when so much blood was on her hands. she'd foolishly danced with the devil hoping for a thrill, perhaps dreaming of an adventure that would enact fun hijinks and conclude with a happy ending.

it's only a matter of time before her soul DIES OUT and deni takes her place. she knows it, he knows, alissa doesn't need to know it. this was simply retribution for all the years she wasted wallowing in her own pity instead shifting her energy into something or someone worthwhile.

a muddied converse taps rapidly, growing in speed as his voice continued to nag against her skull. ❝ I AM CALM !! ❞ she barks, suddenly sitting up straight with her arms crossing, making him face her back. her voice cracks, shaking hand clutching the rosary beneath her shirt. it wasn't working anymore. ❝ the fuck did you follow me out here for ? it's not the first time i've embarrassed myself. doubt it'll be the last. don't ❞ don't let me ruin your fun. but the words choke in the back of her throat, shifting further away, holding herself tighter. her voice is softer. ❝ just ... go back inside. ❞