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A PLETHORA OF ORIGINAL CHARACTERS CURATED BY JINN ©
anyways, it’s about time i make a serious post about what i’m gonna do here on tumblr: i will put more work into the multi and possibly move rosie there. my main issue is that i have a lot going on outside of tumblr and i barely have the time / will to be on rosie, let alone two blogs at the same time. so i’ll slowly start to actually put more effort into that multi and proceed to archive this blog once that’s done.
jinn you look like you would smell of wool scarves, cinnamon, and the crackling of firewood
nina icb you guessed what i smell like at 4 am in the morning
hiatus will never stop me from weekly muse vs. mun
#TREPPENWITZZ. —— featuring dani ardor from MIDSOMMAR.
consider this a call-out….. if u need proof just look at her blog……
xoxo, @skoolbully
before you cancel me, consider,,,,,,
@rosedha don’t think i forgot abt you. the boucle est bouclée 😤
i dont feel like staying on tumblr at the moment, and i’m sorry to make another post about it. my country went ‘dark orange’ (meaning we’re close to being ‘red’, thus in a very critical pandemic situation; thus, we’re very close to another lockdown) and i’m stuck at home alone, yet again, as my roommate has left the house the day i came back. and i also have to figure out a way to visit my parents. i also need to get back to drawing, which i... never stopped doing, but mostly did for school commissions / exams, and i am struggling to draw again just for the sake of it; so i need to train that as well. my head is literally everywhere but where it should be, and tumblr has been a distraction. a good distraction, too much so, and that is the main issue. so, in short, consider this a proper hiatus. it might last a week or a month. i just need to grind back into my usual work routine before being comfortable writing here. i hope you guys are doing ok.
well i am not going to miss my weekly muse vs. mun
𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐁 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊.
the boy is rebuilding / filling the holes within. many that have laid dilapidated for so long. the world has seen it , THE DIARY OF JACOB BLACK. for it wears him like a loosely fitted jumper. sparkles behind amber optics. yet a scar remains ( HAVE YOU SEEN A BROKEN BIRD / WINDS CLIPPED & SPURTING AT THE MOUTH ) he takes a delicate hand into his own. fingers entwining ––––– the visible size difference almost laughable ❝ come on rose , i know that's not your vibe ❞ she is lead to a small garage , one that holds his world on a silver platter. screws & mechanical diversions. ( to fix the simplicity of the world. ) waiting in the corner : a small motorbike / painted black with a daisy waiting on the seat.
❝ i built it from scratch / figured you can now have a ride over here ❞
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐖𝐍, as the witch still regains conscience. if he wanted to, his hand could cover hers whole, a detail entertaining in its own — one she would have complained about, were it not for the aftermath of her afternoon slumber. her response is a muffled snort, born from a mild curiosity; the kids reach the garage, and when her eyes spot a beauty of mechanics, her eyes light up. of all things, a motorbike was certainly the last present one would expect to get on such a day. technically, there is a flower — a daisy, the mark of a considerate young man who builds with the same care he holds for people. ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 — 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐋. ❞ a girl is smiling, it's a rare occasion — it fits, however; there is gratitude she has yet to properly express — for now, she can only approach the bike, still processing. one of her hands slides towards the handle, carefully grazing the machinery's surface.
finally, the daisy ends up between her fingers. the witch turns to jacob, approaching him, this time. ❝ 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓, ❞ her smile doesn't waver; nor does her hand as she reaches one of his silken locks. ❝ 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄? ❞ now, there's enough space; rosie puts the daisy behind his ear, delicately, and leaves it there, as if he were to hold on to it for her. ❝ 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐕𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃. 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓. ❞ the girl tilts her head, eyes softly gleaming.
beep beep how’s my portrayal ?
this is a permanent plotting call post. if we’re mutuals and you’d like to interact, feel free to like this post and i’ll approach you as soon as i can!
𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐘.
« walker, » the greeting is unreasonably joyful as he sits at the table with her. « i got you the magazine. »
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍, melrose has been reading the same chapter for the last two hours. the good news prompt her to put down the book and look at him, expectantly. ❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃? ❞ there's an attempt to keep her genuine surprise concealed, though she hasn't read a fashion magazine in months. ❝ 𝐌𝐇, 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒. 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐄? ❞
𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐍.
it’s the light leaking in through the blinds thit gets me. could barely fuckin stand the sun seeping through when the things were drawn, them knocking aboot in the breeze of an opening door and awl thit, as they do, getting in ma eyes, but when they’re fully open ah stand nae chance. nae fuckin chance at awl. ah squint. — why’d you do thit fir?
tae be grimy and grumpy: ah don’t mind mold one bit, at least it’s totally honest in whit it is n wouldnae dare open up any blinds on unsuspecting eyes (ma unsuspecting eyes tae be precise). ah’s externalise ma affinity fir mold and its honesty, but ah fear it might ring as even too defeatist fir me. ah roll ovir oan ma side n eye rosie instead. might take a stab at acting like ah’m being forced tae dae it when ah lumber up off the bed and wobble on ma feet rather than acknowledging the fact ah am the puppeteer of ma own limbs.. — ah don’t know whether yir oan aboot vampires or werewolves or cannibals, ah start and let oot a groan. even if ah’m no quite there yet, awl the way up like, standing does thit tae a person. — but ah like vampires, so thit’s the only selling point fir a walk. ah’d love tae sit here and rot n ah’d gladly fuckin choose thit if you hadn’t brought the suckers intae it. walk where?
𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. not for miss melrose walker, anyways. when renton complains, she doesn't regard him with an answer, not at first. you can see her grabbing her shoes, putting them on, getting ready for a bit of fresh hair. of course, it would be so much easier if that guy hadn't started talking about vampires and the like. ❝ 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐒, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑. ❞ melrose doesn't laugh at him, solely on the grounds of the guy being entertaining. who the fuck goes on about vampires and werewolves, anyway? ❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓? ❞ the girl shrugs; all that's missing before heading out the door is the jacket, though she'd rather wait for the other to dress up. ❝ 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄. 𝐈𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔? ❞ an interesting observation, if not a bit of a — well, an obvious one.
❝ 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐑. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇. ❞ which, in between technicalities, is true. melrose, however, has never seen one: her eyes have only witnessed boring human kind so far.
𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑨𝑹𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑹 ( @toxicviced ) 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑨 𝑴𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑨𝑮𝑬 ——— you’re cold? well damn, i can’t control the weather!
𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐘. melrose turns to the generator; it's gonna take a professional to repair it. in the meantime, she will have to deal with a less-than-bearable walking garbage, whose presence is the reason of a dead generator. ❝ 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘. ❞ her eyes still seek for a way out, though they won't miss a moment to send the man glares with pure spite. ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓. ❞ being stuck in an underground bunker with nothing but a freezer — with a door that won't shut close — isn't ideal. even worse when the worst secret agent in the world somehow finds ways to make it worse. ❝ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐖, 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐔𝐒? 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐙𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇? ❞
𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐑𝐘𝐃𝐄𝐑.
hey! he likes the scarecrow in that oz movie. right after the cowardly lion, he has the top spot. danny’s sensibilities and movements are more tied to the likes of a man made of straw hobbling around like that than you’d think.
‘ a witch? definitely. i think if someone told them about me it’d be a , i’m quite fun you know. anyway, all i am saying, was saying, was thinking of saying, was-was… ’ oh, he can’t quite remember now. he’d attempted to buy much needed thinking time (for he’s not even sure what) with the playing of tenses and supposedies but when that didn’t work out it faded into nothing. the hobbling draws to a close and he turns back around him, gives the trees a good look over like signs will sprout from them if he does. when they don’t, he looks back at rosie and her cigarette, finally letting the actual main point from her jump out. danny doesn’t quite know their location either. trees look like trees look like trees. he considers the possibility with a certain kind of hope that they’d wondered into a hunger games-esque forest-arena type deal with 24/7 surveillance where one of the capitol residents will take pity on them or be stunned by their charm or sheer determination to keep going, and send ointment that’ll fix his leg for good or at least a map. maybe just a dozy finger to point them back the way they came. he frowns. there’s not much else he can do but fall to the floor and writhe in pain, but, as he said, it’s best to just ignore it and let it do its thing. ‘ what? i thought you were leaving, like … bread crumbs or something. ’ breadcrumbs; he’s still on the fantasy, namely: witches. ‘ are you serious? do you actually not? ’
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆; thank god she had the one smoke left, otherwise the boy would have witnessed a very bitter witch. and you know what the thing about witches is? they're all, always bitter, in one form or the other, and rosie isn't lacking any of it. there are many reasons to be bitter, such as: nobody knows where they are. it's a legitimate reason for a girl her age to be upset, and it would be for a boy like him as well; it is surprising, however, to see danny just as dumbfounded as her, and yet more disinterested about it. ❝ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐒? 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄? ❞ as he finally takes a moment to sit, yet again, he pursues the last bits of patience left in the walker girl. the response holds no insult, though it possesses a hint of mocking. ❝ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐎. ❞ melrose takes another puff, this one is slightly lighter. ❝ 𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐒. ❞ a grin, both seemingly benign and threatening, takes place of her frown. sometimes, it's fun to simply make fun of your local weakling, to indulge his fantasies. ❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐖𝐀𝐘. 𝐈'𝐌 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐋. ❞