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( 200 followers milestone )

hello, everyone. i’m making this post on behalf of the fact i have recently achieved 200 followers! i was never truly sure that i would make it this far; considering the fact i roleplay a total JACKASS. but instead, what i received was countless beautiful people that interact with me on the daily. you all are more than i could have asked for, and i adore you guys so much. the fact that you all put up with this ignoramus of a nord makes me incredibly happy. this is dedicated to you, to honor all of your blogs and hard work put into them. thank you, so much. it’s been a wild ride, and i can’t wait for what the future holds!

rosewoodrumors

Hello I am CRYING ,, THIS IS SO SWEET !!

#ooc;;#THIS MADE MY DAY

nelaryn

Sorry I’m not on a lot recently folks, turns out working every day of the week for no pay for the past 7-8 months really does wonders for killing creativity and desire to live in general!!

#ooc;;#negative;;

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rosewoodrumors:

She felt almost out of place in her fancy getup. The warmer weather had allowed more freedom, and both nobles and famed adventurers from all over had come to celebrate- but her make robes had come to feel like a second skin over their journeys, and she felt naked in the slim red dress. Fancy clothes, fancy hair, it just wasn’t her style.

It’s silly, she told herself silently. Your father (the word still felt weird and uncomfortable) is a king. You fit in with the Thalmor like you were one of them. You should be able to fit in here.

She turned to face him when he came in, a bit surprised, a half-smile quickly forming on her face. “I don’t really fit in with the whole… fancy party crowd, I think. I can do the pleasantries and all, but I don’t like it.” She huffed, flopping down in an armchair. “I don’t even know how to dance, and everyone’s treating me like I’m royalty. I’m just - I’m just Rosewood, you know?”

The First held up a hand. “You cannot dance?” he looked borderline reproachful. Dancing, for all that it had changed in style, was still one of the things he recognised enough to feel comforted by. He did not even mind the evolved styles - they were still dancing, and no matter how sedate or organised these new Imperial fashions got, they still flowed in a way that sang to Aetherius through him.

“That is an appalling neglection on your part.” he strode across the room, and ‘offered’ her his hand - in the Miraak way that said ‘take it of your own accord now before I make you’ “The last I looked, Rosewood was Dovahkiin and slayer of the World Eater. There is little point in saving the world if you are going to be coy about it.”

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Rose actually barked out a sharp laugh at that. “Of course you know how. I just ... never learned. No time , never saw the point.” She took his hand anyways , knowing it was useless to decline. He was stubborn as could be , and it would be easier to just go along with it.

“Saved the world ‘cause I live in it , smart guy. I like being alive , you know. Plus , I got you out of the deal , didn’t I?” She was biting back the urge to laugh , a comfortable grin plastered on her face. He was just so Miraak , in everything he did , that Rosewood immediately found tension sliding from her shoulders. No time to be fretful and mopey when you have your favorite person being his typical ridiculous self , just begging to be teased.

#rose : laughs #me . crying : im blessed im truly blessed #finsaraan

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@rosewoodrumors

If she thought she was getting away that easily, she had another thing coming. The First Dragonborn was not attending this gathering for anyone else’s sake - as much as he felt a thrill to remember how it was to meet a crowded room, to glide between pressed bodies and watch them hurry to let him through, it quickly became- too much. He wondered, in a mild depression, if he would ever find it quite so enjoyable as he had long ago; or if Apocrypha had sullied him forever.

So when he saw her slip away, he followed. The quiet, fresh air, and chill after a room so packed with body heat was certainly a relief. He lingered to enjoy it, and she was in the room by the time he arrived - he sauntered in without a knock, as per the unfortunate usual. “The mighty Dovahkiin is tired already, is she?”

rosewoodrumors

It’s silly, she told herself silently. Your father (the word still felt weird and uncomfortable) is a king. You fit in with the Thalmor like you were one of them. You should be able to fit in here.

She turned to face him when he came in, a bit surprised, a half-smile quickly forming on her face. “I don’t really fit in with the whole... fancy party crowd, I think. I can do the pleasantries and all, but I don’t like it.” She huffed, flopping down in an armchair. “I don’t even know how to dance, and everyone’s treating me like I’m royalty. I’m just - I’m just Rosewood, you know?”

#finsaraan #rose : i am a dirty road goblin and nobody realizes that

Another thing to note - Rose is very, very good at hairstyling, and probably makeup too. Like, if you need to go out to a fancy party, and need to be dolled up? Rose is your girl. She doesn’t care much for her own appearance unless it’ll give her an advantage of some sort in a social setting, but she’s got a good eye and lots of experience.

#ooc;;#about;;

2, 4, 7!

2. How do they feel about people touching/playing with/doing up their hair?

PLEASE. She may not be mega into the upkeep of it herself, but if anyone else is willing to just play with it even, she’d be thrilled. It’s a big curly mess but if you don’t pull it or anything she’ll let you do whatever.

4. Do they object to skirts or robes? Do they prefer them over trousers?

She’ll wear anything! She prefers trousers, although robes tend to have a more ‘magey’ feel to them- not huge on skirts, but she does look pretty good in a dress! She focuses more on function than form, and Skyrim isn’t very forgiving if you aren’t wearing 85 layers.

7. How do/would they organise a bedroom?

She’s very messy with her clothes, but everything else is meticulous - spellbooks, alchemy ingredients, everything is arranged perfectly in alphabetical order and labelled. Mostly because otherwise, she’ll lose it.

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1. Do they like brushing their hair?

I don’t think Rose has ever willingly touched a hairbrush in her life - when she gets older and more mature, she may try to tame it, but as things are now I highly doubt she’s even considered it.

3. What’s their favourite colour(s) to wear?

She really only wears warm colors and black, and she’s very partial to gold, and shades of red/pink. She doesn’t like bright colors very much.

13 & 8 !!!

8. What’s their ideal bed like? Lots of pillows? Blankets?

Oh boy oh boy does Rosewood love a giant bed! One she can sprawl out on comfortably, like a starfish or something. She tosses and turns a lot, especially if there’s nobody to really keep her still, so she needs a bed she won’t roll off of. Lots of blankets, especially soft ones, but she doesn’t use more than one pillow, if any.

13. If they were stuck indoors for a day, what would keep them entertained the best?

Rosewood, while behaving like an immature child most the time, is still a very intelligent and studious mage - however, since she doesn’t have a whole lot of control over her powers, she’d likely take to reading up on spells instead of actually doing them. (She also likes to cook, and she’d never pass up on eavesdropping/gossip to get potential blackmail material!)

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Do they like brushing their hair?

How do they feel about people touching/playing with/doing up their hair?

What’s their favourite colour(s) to wear?

Do they object to skirts or robes? Do they prefer them over trousers?

Do they like to get dolled up once in a while?

Are they big on personal hygiene or is it a chore?

How do/would they organise a bedroom?

What’s their ideal bed like? Lots of pillows? Blankets?

Do they keep their living space spartan or do they make it feel lived in?

Are they messy?

How partial are they to jewelry? Do they like stuff that clinks? What kind of material? Big or small?

What’s their favourite city they’ve ever been to?

If they were stuck indoors for a day, what would keep them entertained the best?

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My brother, Chris, passed away last night. Me and my Uncle will be going down to Maryland for the funeral but me and my family need help with the costs. I can’t even begin to explain how much Chris meant to me, and how much he meant to a lot of other people. He was one of the people in my family who i was closest to.

My family started a gofundme page here to try and help cover funeral costs.

Any kind of donation would help. Any at all. Even if you can’t donate please just reblog this post.

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So far we’ve managed to raise a little over 1000 dollars out of the 5000 we need for his funeral coats! We still have a long way to go though so any help at all is greatly appreciated!!!

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@rosewoodrumors

He looked more like what a snow atronach might be, should anyone care to invent such a thing, rather than a man as he pushed through the ruin’s front doors and shouldered them shut behind him with some effort. The wind was shrieking, the blizzard driving, and he’d only been out for five minutes to dig up what food the (late) bandit occupants of this decrepit tomb had left in the snow to keep fresh - but the raging weather was ferocious enough to coat him in white from head to foot. He shook like a dog and sent chunks of snow flying.

“Atmora sends its regards,” he muttered, dumping his haul and easing his gloves off his frozen hands. His fingers protested his attempts at bending them, so he gave up for the moment and shoved them in his armpits, knowing it wouldn’t work so well as it should. His robes were too well made to let enough heat out for that. “Are you warm?”

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She looked up at him from a miserable pile of cloaks, most of which were tattered beyond repair, that she had dragged from her bag - and laughed. “Of course I’m not warm, but- by the Nine, Mira, you look like a snowdrift! Come here.” Despite the fact she was half frozen, and so scrawny she probably needed every layer she could get to even last the night, she slid free from her pile and plopped down next to him, intensifying the flame spell flickering at her fingertips and getting to work melting the snow from her companion.

“Tried getting a fire going, but everything in here burns up way too quick, and we are not using my clothes as fuel. I just couldn’t really get it in me to keep looking, it’s freezing. You,” she tugged his coat a bit, coaxing his hands closer to her own to try to warm them with the small spell she could manifest on magicka alone, “are sharing your coat with me, or I’ll kill you and take it for myself.” Even half-frozen and probably starving, she managed to grin at him teasingly, before returning to her threadbare cloak pile, wrapping herself in her coats. “Okay, fuck the food, can’t eat ‘till I thaw out.”

#finsaraan #back to back 'we will murder eachother' and 'vaguely hetero'

The mask gave her the shivers something fierce, and while her own face remained obscured, she felt as if he was looking directly into her very being. The second his hand touched her blade a jolt of electricity ran through the smooth metal, but she didn’t even seem to notice - in fact, it was likely involuntary. She practically radiated magic, and right now that magic was trying to crawl out of her and blast him to smithereens. Something told her that would be useless, that in a single second he could remove her from existence.

That didn’t keep the heat from suddenly filling her voice, whatever nervousness that was held in it replaced by pure venom. “What do you mean, ‘You know what I am’? What I am is tired and pissed off, and I want to get out of this fuckin’ book, figure out how we’re gonna beat the shit out of Alduin, and go home. That’s it. And what you are is standing between me and my way out of here. Probably.”

She subtly switched spells, mentally rehearsing what to do the second he (inevitably) tried to kill her. Why wouldn’t he?- everyone else did! She doubted the mask would stop the dragon magic bullshit either, so she had to guard from something she was totally unprepared for. Great. She was, in all honesty, terrified and tired and not at all prepared for this, but there wouldn’t be a day in her life she wouldn’t be ready and willing to go down fighting.

#finsaraan