far away

♥rosette phillipson♥ i will live my life as a lobsterman's wife on an island in the blue bay. he will take care of me, he will smell like the sea, and close to my heart he'll always stay.

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text: okay listen where i am is not important. text: just trust that i am okay and will be there soon.

[text]: Of course, it’s important. 

[text]: Morgan Willoughby Phillipson, there better be some sort of explanation when you do.

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text: lucas → anyone

lucas: that's good to hear! i'm glad

lucas: i too am fine and safe, don't worry, i'm not texting from beyond the grave or anything

rosette: that is good to know

rosette: otherwise i'd be very sad

rosette: there'd be no one left to make me a proper dish of pasta

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text: lucas → anyone

lucas: hey there, just checking in, are you alright? are you somewhere safe?

rosette: i'm fine, very safe. what about you? i guess you're all right since you can text, but you never know.

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[text]: Where are you? Are you okay?? FG just called me. Rose answer me!!!

[text]: I’m all right. In your dorm. 

[text]: Where are /you/????

[cowboyhudsons]

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i apologize for not being on my characters as much! i’m just going to be doing replies on rosette tonight bc i need to do some thinking about my other babies. 

things have just been really hectic lately, and i want to be able to do what i can with the time i have

love you all

hope you’re doing okay

<3

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rosette ginevra phillipson

Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life - well, valuable, but small - and sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void.

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All Star - Smash Mouth

Plot twist: Morgan is Fiona, Rosette is the Dragon. 

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sweetromenpotts replied to your post: ♩

awe this is so cute <3

thank you!!!!! your hcs are incredible though, i am still always amazed by your writing

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2 Become 1 - The Spice Girls

Once upon a time, the Spice Girls were in their heyday, and two little princesses were obsessed. Of course, they had to learn every song and perform them for their chef, maids, and anyone else they had contact with. Since there were only two of them, they had to double up on Spice Girls. Morgan would be Sporty, Scary, and Ginger while Rosette would take on Baby and Posh. Choreography was courtesy of Morgan and Rosette made sure they didn’t stray too far off key. 

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The Painter’s Link - Kate Bush

Inspired by her favorite world leader, Rosette painted the walls of her room in the tower. It was never one big image, little things like flowers and eyes, but each picture, while small, was incredibly detailed. Eventually, they completely covered the walls and when Rosette stepped back to look at them all together, she was shocked to realize it melded together to create an image of the moon. 

[jennyxrad]

“Going anywhere?” Kamaka thought for a moment, but did not actually remember what he’d been doing at all. Just walking. “I do not…think so. Surely if it was important then I would remember,” he shrugged.”

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“Surely! And maybe if you did, you’ll remember later! That happens sometimes. You’ll be walking along and all of a sudden, it’ll pop back into your mind!”

[invademyinbox]

Send me [ ♩ ] and I'll write a headcanon based on the next song that plays.

[noellefitzherbert]

I’ll be sure to give you a holler if I can manage to pull it off. Eh, I’ll let them believe what they want. It’s their right as living creatures to do so. But like I said, the best thing to do is to prove them wrong. And that is exactly what I’m going to do once the time comes, but until then, woohoo, right? Can’t argue with you there, are you sure you’re not a royal? ‘Cause you have that aura, if I may say. Rosette. Rosetta. Rosetting. Rose-a-saurus. I’m Noelle.

[rosettephillipson-blog]

You’ve got a wonderful attitude about the whole thing. It’s very refreshing. Me? A royal? No, no, no, I’m flattered that you would think that though! I’m just from a little place in the woods. No castle or anything like that. Rose-a-saurus, I’m a big fan of that one! What a beautiful name! Your parents chose well.

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Yes, yes this is very much an emergency! I left my favorite pair of heels at home and now I don’t know which ones to wear with my outfit for my future first date with my future husband. rosettephillipson

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I’m sure whatever you wear will look fine! He won’t be looking at your shoes anyways, at least, I hope not. How about wear whichever ones are most comfortable?

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out the window - shane/rosette

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For school dorm rooms, the accommodations were rather spacious. Sure, Shane had filled his own space with desks and shelves and stacks of books, maps, and journals, and the walls were so filled that everything felt close and comforting; but all he’d need to do to regain the feeling of open air would be to open his door and step out into the hall, from the hall to the kitchenette or the small living area. All he’d need to do is cautiously approach Morgan for conversation–he’d found promises of food worked well, despite who they were and who connected them. 

A while ago he’d heard something from the front, but had assumed it was Morgan. He’d decided to check, maybe later, maybe when he finished this chapter…and then, one more. He might have set onto another, had he not heard a much closer sound. 

The exit from his room to the shared area was like stepping outside from inside. There was a larger window, and the walls and floor-space wasn’t so cluttered. From a cursory glance Shane couldn’t see anything that might have caused the deliberate sounding noise; until he did. His glance cast towards the wall with the window, passed again, and then returned almost immediately. There was a face at the window. He could think of hundreds of mysteries and suspenses and thrillers where this exact situation transpired. Before he had time to fully register the head of blonde hair and the mouth that carried slippers, all Shane could think of was how undignified it was to die in one’s pajamas. 

Of course, he did register who the face was, once his mind got over the shock of adrenaline. He’d spent so long not knowing the exacts of what Rosette looked like. He knew her voice by heart, but her face was something new to him, a lovely surprise each time he saw it, or remembered it. A lovely surprise even hanging off his window. Shane made to cross the room in three strides, getting there as soon as his mind registered that he should. Was it maybe too long? Was she cold? How on Disney was she at the window? 

“I’m so sorry,” He breathed out as soon as he was able to unlock the clasp and lift the window pane. His book was set, almost forgotten in his haste, on the floor by his feet, and he almost slipped over it as he stepped back to let her in. Did she need help? Would she want to get in on her own? He didn’t know. He felt like he should know. He let his hand hang loose by the edge of the window frame, hovering almost, there to help pull her in should she need it. “What are you doing here? It’s the second floor! Here, do you need any help?” 

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Without thinking, Rosette opened her mouth to gasp, forgetting the slippers were clenched between her teeth. “Shi-” Reflexively, she caught the slippers with her chin. “No need to apologize, I’m the one breaking into your room, after all.” Rosette had remembered when Morgan told her Shane was her roommate, but for some reason, Rose didn’t think that he’d be there, which was a silly idea now that she really thought about it. “Thank you,” grabbing his hand, Rosette pulled herself through the window. “I was...I was supposed to be having movie night with Morgan, but I guess I got here a little too early...” The slippers dropped onto the floor as she looked up to speak with him, face to face...almost, as he was a good few inches or so taller than her. “There’s some ivy on the brick, figured two stories wouldn’t be that bad of a climb. And it wasn’t! I’m fine, really. I do appreciate your help though. The window was...” Rosette’s voice trailed off 

This was really the first moment she was able to take him in. During their first encounter at Disland, there was so much to focus on, and it went by so quickly. The rest of that afternoon she’d been in a haze, rationalizing with herself that it did, in fact, happen. But now, there was no one or nothing else around, and as far as Rose knew, they had all the time in the world. His eyes seemed kind, not that Rosette didn’t think they would, but it was reassuring. Some things were real. Some things that she imagined had turned out to be real. She wasn’t as crazy as she’d initially thought.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt whatever you were doing...,” noticing his pajamas, “were you sleeping? I’m so sorry! You should get back to sleep! Sleep is important. I can always come back later once Morgan’s gotten back. That’s not a problem at all. I’m just down on the first floor, not a big commute or anything.” Walking towards the door, Rosette paused, remembering that her slippers were back on the floor near the window. Sheepishly, she backtracked and slid them onto her feet, feeling slightly more comfortable with the fleece surrounding her toes. While Shane hadn’t made her feel uncomfortable, Rosette felt like it was all so formal. They’d spent hours discussing life, their dreams, even small things like what time of day was best to take walks during. They were friends, extremely close ones at that. Unconsciously, a small burst of laughter filled her slender frame, shoulders shaking. Collecting herself, Rosette looked back up to Shane, “You’re not sleeping anytime soon, are you?” She asked with a knowing smile as she picked up the book that had been resting near her slippers.