ROSES WEEP

MULTI-MUSE

[rosawept-m]

       Hello! I’m Lazy, she/Her, 29. Local video game nerd and cat lover. I love them, they are too precious. This is a selective blog for multiple muses from various fandoms original characters. Fandoms include the Elder Scrolls, Mortal Kombat, World of Warcraft and more.

       Established July of 2021 and dash-only. Mature content will be featured and will be tagged with ‘tw: gore’. Will not follow personal blogs but if you have a role playing side blog please message me. That being said, 18+ to follow and I will not follow back if you do not state your age. Do not lie about your age or you will be hard-blocked. NSFW is strictly 21+.

       Discord available to mutuals only, I am open to role playing on Discord as well.  Please make sure to read my rules and I look forward to writing with you! My character pages are in a content state of being edited, added to or taken off.

Affiliated with: @eyehunger​​

Edit: LOW ACTIVITY TO NEW WORK HOURS. ACTIVE MOSTLY ON TUESDAYS AND WEDNESDAYS - 5/13/25

                                                          [ RULES & MUSES ]

[rosawept-m]

MOVING DAY

Hello everyone, today I am moving to a new blog for a fresh start. I will be dropping all current threads unless my partners would like to continue them (and a handful I might hit you up to continue). All relationships will stay the same unless otherwise communicated.

I have removed a few muses that I no longer wish to write for or have muse for. Keep in mind I will continue to be LOW actively due to personal issues

New blog at - @rosawept

[rosawept-m]

// Hi everyone. I would like to give a small update. I know I have been quiet and haven't been writing. I have been bitterly unhappy. The reason was my job and I have transferred to a new building. I was in a lot of pain, unhappy and moody with everyone and depressed as hell. Since moving to a different building, I have been happier and feel more willing to write now.

I am no longer emotionally exhausted nor am I in as much pain. Leaving a toxic workplace as been good for me.

[rosawept-m]

It's munday!

It's a picture of my cat!

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[chaiisms]

BALDURS GATE 3 PARTY BANTER PROMPTS LIST.

all of the following prompts are taken from party banter between the companions in larian studios' baldurs gate 3 (2023). there should be no spoilers! also, a disproportionate amount of these are from astarion and karlach. i'm not sorry.

I am enjoying our walks together, aren't you, [ name ]?

You'll be as depraved as the rest of us in no time.

Friend of yours?

Were you always so sneaky?

If there's hope for me there's hope for anyone.

How are we not there yet? My feet are killing me.

This is what I get for trying to strike up conversation.

We're not going to have trouble, are we?

If we continue this way, we may get too close for comfort.

Don't get too comfortable. We shouldn't overstay our welcome in such a place.

Do you have pet names for each other yet?

[ name ]! Was that a joke?

You know what - that is not the easiest of questions for me to answer.

Given your own nature, are you really the one to judge?

You can read?!

I'm surprised - I expected you to turn your back once you got what you wanted.

I wouldn't know a flirtation if you whacked me alongside the head with it.

Why stay somewhere safe and comfortable when we could be in mortal peril?

Can't say I love what they've done with the place.

I'm learning to enjoy the taste of chaos. Count me in.

At least you didn't tell me to 'be myself'.

You have so much to learn. Repeat after me: honey muffin, sweetie pie, sugarplum.

Nice to be in a crowd of normal people for once.

So [ name ], how is your sad, hopeless pining going?

You seemed a million miles away just then.

I fear I've been rather hasty to judge you, [ name ].

Ready to enter the belly of the beast?

Step one of starting a conversation: think before you speak.

I hear your relationship has taken on a new aspect recently…

All right, just keep it down. We're conspicuous enough without your hyena call.

Not one for roughing it, I see.

Why not have a little fun?

You're right, of course. Forgive me.

My money's on you, [ name ].

The echoes - listen! They're coming from three directions!

Want me to carry you?

Feeling at home?

Treat them right, or you'll have me to answer to.

Oh, darling, would you?

No doubt they found me too intimidating.

A girl could get used to this.

Now I don't know what to believe.

Well - yes, it was a joke.

I know that, too. It just wasn't funny.

And here I thought I rubbed you the wrong way.

Man, it's good to be home. First round on who?

Oh, I wouldn't actually leave. After all, where would you be without me?

You've quite the knack for finding the bright side of things, haven't you?

Well what would impress you, then?

Let's just stop this conversation right here, shall we?

Must've been an awful day for the people who lived here

You've clearly thought this through a great deal. I'm impressed and appalled in equal measure.

Sure, but think of the stories you'll be able to tell.

I never was scared of the shadows.

I know you're not really as heartless as all that.

I judged you wrongly. I'm sorry.

Are you charging for this sage advice, or is sticking your nose into my business just a hobby?

Pragmatism, thy name is [ name ].

That's ironic, coming from you.

We're either very clever or very lucky.

You do not need luck to survive, [ name ]. Not when you have me.

That will make getting word to my mother rather tricky.

Stop gawking at the decor. This place is dangerous.

I can't tell if you're joking.

So, what's it like caring for someone other than yourself, [ name ]?

You think I'm beautiful?

I feel it too. Here if you need a pick-me-up.

Yet another thing we have in common. We're two peas in a pod.

Is it so unbelievable that they would simply like me?

Use your words.

You gonna catch me if I eat a brick?

[ name ], I've heard you talking in your sleep.

Let's never speak of this again.

You can take a day off once in a while, [ name ]

Hey! Something bit me.

Cheer up. It might be all downhill from here.

I love a nice secret hideaway, don't you?

Think the bar is open?

[bendwill]

IT WAS HARD TO TRUST DREAMS IN APOCRYPHA. To tell reality from dream was not always simple. He did not need to sleep here, and tried not to — sometimes, he could not tell when he was unconscious and when he wasn't. It all melded together, made him wonder how long he was awake and how long he spent in a slumber.

Even now, he wasn't entirely sure if he was awake. Where he was in Apocrypha seemed to blend into something, somewhere else. Miraak saw little in the way of colour where he was normally sequestered; blacks and sickly greens, now all swirling in a myriad of more. Blue, teal, pink, red, orange and brilliant, shining yellow. The flora and rocky outcroppings he saw were unfamiliar; this was a place beyond Apocrypha. A place between it and somewhere else.

With someone else. When he looks at her, he recognizes her as a figure seen in his bizarre dreams. He hadn't perceived the stranger as a woman, though — rather just a flash of bright light akin to gazing into a hearth. He sees the shape now, her finery. His eyes rest on the Sunburst, and it is both this and the land behind her that draws his conclusion before she speaks. Meridia.

This was surely no choice on the part of their patrons. An irritation nags at Miraak's mind, who glances at the space behind him. In shadow, black tendrils curling from the dark. Did He know? Did She?

“The space behind you, then — the Colored Rooms?” The Scion of the Scrying Eye stares with a look that can only be described as both curiosity and longing. Eyes focus back upon her. “I, too, had a vision of you.” He assumed he did, now. It was hard to tell — even harder to tell whether or not his Master had deciphered as much. Paranoia bites at him, but he suppresses it. “Does She know of this?”

[rosawept-m]

The blade of destiny was a double-edged sword, its edge sharp and the boon and consequence was unforeseen. For two Chosen, bound by opposite forces to share visions and dreams of one another, was a rare and potent thread in the tapestry of existence. The weight of oppressive eyes and the shifting, violent hues formed a coil of weariness within the Herald of Light.

The foreign feeling of wayward kinship towards this entity persisted. A stirring of the blood like an ancient memory, yet dull compared to the fragmented song that came from the stars.

The Disciple’s gaze lingered, unwavering, as her hand gestured towards the floating reefs and rivers of shifting lights. "Indeed, my mistresses' realm and before me - Apocrypha, I presume?" The Disciples voice was calm and gentle. A smile touched her lips, but it was a fleeting thing, meant either to soothe the man before her - or perhaps, to reassure herself.

The very word felt...unclean upon her tongue. She had only ever read books about the realm of Hermaeus Mora and of the Prince itself. Never before had she met - at least knowingly - one whose very existence was shrouded beneath the weight of the Lord of Fate and Knowledge.

"Seldom have visions graced me that were not guided by the hand of my Lady Meridia. Yet, in this moment, I feel no embrace of her light…only a quiet dissonance that grows ever stronger within this in-between place."

The marks etched into her flesh glowed with an otherworldly brilliance like molten silver. her luminous eyes glowed like stars, the hue ever changing the longer one gazed into their depths.

Upon her brow rested a crown, both regal and ancient, crafted from silver and gold. It was an Ayleid-like creation, radiant in its design, adorned with gems that gleamed like stars. The crown's intricate patterns seemed to simmer like moonstone, the delicate points curving outward like the horns of a dragon.

"Rest assured, I bear no ill intent. Allow me to present myself. I am The Disciple, High Priestess, and it is with honor that I greet you."

[lordvile]

𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. some great and cold depth drained of the sky’s blue : falling off of her shoulder and down her back. he could drown in it. could watch it pool on top of his own chest. and she , looking half like the solution to his mania and half a coming relapse. a soft , petaled close of day best felt upon his own tongue. the prince of lies finds himself unresisting. eyes take what is given freely , and all of her.

entranced — vile approaches , close enough to touch. her sweetness fills his lungs.   ❝ that depends , really. ❞   corners of his lips twist upwards , impure and hungry.   ❝ if i make the descent , will i find you in the depths? ❞   hand rises , cupping the side of her neck. thumb slides along her jaw. he leans in , lips ghosting over the flesh of her throat.   ❝ i don’t intend to be your victim. ❞

[rosawept-m]

Like a moth drawn to the irresistible heat of her flame. Beckoned sweetly into her mad, intoxicating parlor. The Demiprince's motives were deliberate, her golden serpent eyes were transfixed upon the Prince who approached her. Aanrietta's lips parted just enough to reveal the glint of her sharp, vampiric fangs. it was impossible to tell where the predator ended and the prey began. Her every movement languid and deliberate, the air thick with a tension that held much promise.

"Drown into the depths and come and see." Aanrietta sighed as she felt his hand caressing's the delicate flesh of her neck. Felt the press of his thumb that flowed across her jaw. The quickening of her pulse as his lips were featherlight and his breath warm.

"Victims, both, my Prince," Aanrietta purred, her clawed fingers rose to press gently at the soft skin at the back of his neck. "Enraptured by whims that vex us so. Descend and drown with me."

[eyehunger]

 "IT IS WISE TO HEED THE WORDS OF THE EYE. THE EYE KNOWS. EYE KNOWS”

IND. SEL. PRIV HERMAEUS MORA OF THE ELDER SCROLLS BUILT ON ORIGINAL CONCEPTS MIXED WITH CANON. MULTIVERSE WRITTEN BY JACKALOPE

[lordvile]

@rosawept : 🎁 + spotify wrapped meme 🎁 : my kind of woman by mac demarco

❝ you're making me crazy — really driving me mad. ❞

[rosawept-m]

Aanrietta let out a soft, teasing laugh, the corner of her lips curling into a mischievous smirk. She casually pushed a few strands of her dark hair off her naked shoulder, the motion deliberate, letting her fingers linger for a heartbeat longer than necessary. "I suppose I do have that effect on people," she purred, her gaze locking with his, full of challenge and mischief. "So, tell me, handsome Prince. What exactly do you plan on doing about it, hm?"

Her voice was honeyed, an invitation. It was a game, one she knew too well, designed to make him crave more - just a little more insane.

"I'm waiting."

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.: Child Valeria gives Malady a flower - short story  :. @ingllvar

The halls of the Grand Necropolis' lower chambers seem to stretch endlessly, the silence a pressing weight. The air was thick with the scent of ancient decay and earthy echoes. A lone figure stood within the stillness, draped in shadows, her draconic eyes gleaming like twin emerald flames in the dark. The lone Watcher did not stir, her gaze was distant and unblinking, piercing the abyss of the caverns below, lost in the labyrinth of memories.

It was said the eyes were the door to the soul, and within hers burned a vast melancholy - a pain older than the shrouded halls of the Necropolis itself. Eyes that glimpsed fragments of a past best left to ash and myth, and yet, like a wound that could never heal, those memories haunted her still.

The only hint of life from the shadow was the slow, steady rise and fall of her chest. Then, in a fleeting moment, her eyelids fluttered as the distant sound of something seemingly far off disturbed the silence. It was only when she felt the unmistakable pull at the hem of her dark robes was she drawn back into lucidity. The haze of silent reflection and torment seemed to lift from her eyes as her head turned toward the source of the disturbance. the pull of her dress, insistent and tugging, as though something sought her attention.

A brief expression of surprise flickered across her elven-like features as she looked down at the child. Still insistently tugging at her worn robes and holding up a mourning flower. One plucked from the Memorial Gardens that were countless chambers above them.

"Mala!" The child spoke, her smile wide and unafraid, as if she were offering a treasure. There was no trace of fear in her eyes, only the innocent gleam of a child. "Fwower!"

The woman knelt down before her, her movements slow, deliberate. The Watchers hands, tipped with long, sharp nails. Were delicate as she took the child's own. The child's tiny hands were cold to the touch, a contrast to the warmth of the Watchers own.

"Dearest child," The woman, who's countenance could have been akin to a monster from a fairy tale. Yet her voice is kind. "How did you come this far?"

"Fwower!"

A quiet sigh passed though the woman's darkly painted lips as she glanced down at the grave soil beneath them for a moment, her mind reeling on how a child could have come down so far alone. Then, her eyes returned to the child’s bright, innocent face. A ghost of a smile formed on the Watcher's lips, admiration for the brave and seemingly fearless child's determination to hand over a delicate flower.

"I must return you to your caretaker. I am certain you have caused them much distress. Why don't you hold onto the flower for me?" The girl looked at the flower and back to the woman. The child's expression faded in what seemed like disappointment and perceived rejection. Her smile fell as did the gleaming light in her eyes.

"Fwower?" the child asked again, voice small, trembling. The woman had never before known the language of children, nor the manner to soothe their fragile emotions. Yet the emotional response caused the composed Watcher's heart to quicken in strange, unfamiliar rhythms.

"You are so brave," The Watcher said softly, her voice uncertain as if trying to find the right words. "I need both hands to lift you. I do not wish to harm this beautiful flower. Would you hold onto it for me, just for a little while longer?"

A gleam seemed to return to the child's eyes that were not the gathering of tears. As if agreeing, the child raised up her arms. Fingers spread out as she rose to the tip of her toes. With a careful grace, the Watcher extended her hands, lifting the child effortlessly from the cold soil.

In the same fluid motion, her wings unfurled arching forward to encircle them both. Yet, despite their expansive span, there remained a deliberate gap, an opening through which the Watcher’s gaze remained sharp, unblinking, and clear as she began her journey to the upper chamber far above.

"Rest now, dearest Dragonling. Keep the treasure safe for me." The Watcher whispered, Cradling the child closer. Humming the only melody she knew before softly singing:

"Nine crowns for the Elven kings, under the sky, Where tyrant kings once roamed, lost in descendants' minds. Lyrium dreams for the Deep Lords in their Halls of Stone - "

[givemeangstymemes]

Send 🌼 to give my muse a flower

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@ingllvar The haul of scarfs I did last year for my coworkers if you want to see 👉👈

These were before I made them into infinity scarfs. I plan to do more this year! I made sure it was their favorite colors. The sewing part to make them the "infinity" sucks ass

[rosawept-m]

// happy munday. I promise it's not a prank this time

It's a meme, pulled a little sneaky.

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.: Various Confrontation Starters :.

❛ i just wanna know what happened. ❜

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The Watcher from Within the Depths lingered in the shadows. Her gaze resting upon the child the dead had once delivered to her long ago. Her vivid, green draconic eyes held wisdom, yet within them flickered the haunting chains of an ancient melancholy. Malady's presence was like an unseen spirit. Rarely did the ancient Watcher reveal her presence, a living being adorned with traits of a dragon, a mimicry of the great creatures wrought upon the delicate canvas of the Elven form. Only a handful knew of her existence and fewer have seen the elusive Watcher.

Much has transpired within the Grand Necropolis as of late. Spirits stir with unrest, the nobility are discontent, and demons roam the once silent halls. Even in the deepest, most forgotten reaches of the Necropolis - where Malady has stood as a silent sentinel for centuries - Disquiet had taken root.

The matter of the depths, where the chambers and tombs remain unmoving, was a realm the other Watchers need not trouble themselves with. She, along with the Honored Lords of the Death tend to the disquiet. It was another matter that drew the Ancient Watcher closer to the surface. There was a far more pressing matter at hand. Valeria, in her folly, had sought confrontation. Time was slipping through Malady fingers like grains of sand, and there was much left to do. Too much to mend, ward against and contain the dangers unleashed by the Venatori in their ignorance.

"This matter is not open for discussion." Malady stated with a firm but not unkind voice. A tone that held the weight of authority. The Watcher, ever guarded, held her secrets close. Secrets the Venatori had dared to disturb. None knew what resided within the Chamber of the Unforged, save but Malady and three others.

"My dearest, Dragonling," Malady's wings unfurled with a fluid grace. Her hand extended in invitation. Malady and Valeria had not seen each other for a long while. Now it was a bittersweet reunion. The Dragon, in her silent strength, sought to protect the dragonling that had already taken flight beyond the nest.

"It is my burden to bear. Do not interfere, Valeria and cast it from your mind. Whatever you heard - whatever it told you - do not heed its words."

@ingllvar

[xianzhuan]

Xian Zhuan watched her in silence, the dim light catching in his golden eyes, reflecting something deep, unreadable. The weight of the moment pressed thick upon them, a stillness that was neither comfort nor peace but the quiet before a storm. The scent of damp stone and incense hung in the air, mingling with the faint traces of salt from her unshed tears.

“Fear,” he murmured, his voice smooth, measured. “It is a cruel companion, yet a necessary one. It reminds you that you still stand on the threshold between what you were and what you must become.”

He moved closer, his presence casting an unseen chill, though his expression remained unchanged—neither cruel nor kind, simply observing.

“But do not mistake fear for clarity.”

He lowered himself, just enough to meet her gaze, and though he did not touch her, his presence alone felt like a weight upon the soul.“Your fear lies, yet the gods themselves are masters of illusion. You speak of revelations to come, yet you believe enlightenment will erase uncertainty. Tell me, Yuè Nà—when have the divine ever gifted truth freely?”

His lips curled into a faint smile, though it held no warmth.

“Do you truly think ascension will rid you of the unknown? That the heavens will welcome you with open arms and grant you understanding without price?” His voice was soft, yet his words carried an edge—like silk wrapped around a blade.

“Your fate was rewritten the moment your beloved breathed his last, and now you stand on the edge of eternity, hesitating. You should.” His gaze flickered to the ceremonial robes that pooled around her, the golden embroidery gleaming in the moonlight, their threads weaving symbols of a destiny she had never sought.

“Perhaps. But you should ask yourself—why does the moon shine so brightly? Because it borrows its light from the sun. Strip away that light, and all that remains is the abyss.” He stood then, his robes trailing like mist against the cold stone floor.

“You will rise, Yuè Nà. You will don your scales and take your place among the divine. But know this—” his golden eyes locked onto hers, their glow unwavering— “The gods are not infallible. They are not free from shadows. And the higher one ascends, the further one has to fall.”

The night air stirred, carrying with it the faintest whisper—whether it was the remnants of a soul long passed or something else entirely, only the heavens could know.

[rosawept-m]

     The man's words forced Yuè nà to ponder on uncomfortable truths. There was much that the woman was not told, not even her beloved would reveal knowledge unsuited for a mortal to know. Even now upon the eve of her ascension, she was told little. That after she had brought back the rain to the mortal world, they would give enlightenment.

       It stung, that Shuǐ Lóng did not trust in her ability to comprehend. Her destiny had already been woven in patterns that strayed from the intended design.

       Yuè nà's brows furrowed as she thought of the time he had brought her to the sacred pools. Reflection, Healing and even upon the silvery water's of Purity.

       It was said that mortals could not gaze within the waters of the Pool of Purity. For their greed would taint the waters. Yet Yuè nà had gazed upon her reflection and seen the depths of her soul and knew why Shuǐ Lóng had chosen her.

       Yuè nà had been afraid. Afraid her mortal sins would pollute the sacred waters. It had all been true, the whispers that she was truly touched by the gods. That a single drop from the most sacred pool had fallen into her eye the night she had been born; during the worst storm in a century.

       The chill settled deep in Yuè nà's bones as the man drew closer and lowered himself so that their eyes were level. A clash of unyielding amber that bore into Yuè nà''s tear filled brown and blue. The woman leaned back and raised a hand in a silent gesture to not come any closer.

       "The gods...the gods consider it unbefitting of a mortal to be enlightened in matters of the Heavens. That our minds could not comprehend and breed madness." Like a candle left unattended, a stray flicker of knowledge could ignite a consuming flame. That a secret told to a mortal would find its way into the ears of another.

       It was a common story that explained why certain gifted humans could wield sorcery and learned how to banish demons. Nonetheless, Yuè nà knew that the few mortals that had eaten the Divine Peach before her knew more than she did. Divine Consorts knew more than Yuè nà' did before their ascension.

       It was as if the knowledge was kept from her on purpose. It was easier to lie...like they were afraid...

       Soft like silk yet dangerous like a serpent's kiss, the stranger's voice drew her in. She listened silently knowing it would be better to cease heeding the words of one tainted by darkness. He rose and her eyes followed. Meeting his gaze once more. Her heart beating painfully against her chest.

       The woman who was once intended to be a bride and now chosen to replace a god was at a crossroads. To cast the shadow away or to gain that grain of knowledge denied to her. Yuè nà could only hope that she would not come to regret her choice.

       "Tell me what the gods do not wish to tell me. Divine Consorts before their ascension know more than I. Why...why am I left in the dark? Please tell me...yet a question I must ask first. How do you know my name?"

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