hello, my name is rosmerie and i like to uhh draw ^_^
I mostly draw os idv cotl and beyblade burst related stuff
U can use my art for banners edits pfps ect. As long as u give credit!! U cannot use my art for AI purposes!! >:c. Follow me if u like cool feminine pink art of men >.<,, Asks are always open!!
I love gwyn rasmus amd murro and yeah ...! Thx so much for stoping by!!
God if there's something I love a lot is Penelope Scott. Any pscott song I love. Ive been obsessed with her music since 8th grade. She genuelly changed my brain chemistry.
Yesterday while the forsaken servers were down and I had nothing better to do I hoped on cac and I was like "you know what would be really funny? It would be really funny if I made skins for forsaken killers based on the Penelope Scott albums" and after totally not biased casting (putting my favorite killer as my favorite album? Yeah sounds about right) I mande them all in the span of like.... Three hours!
Somehow I still had energy left after that from the next day... So I ended up drawing the John doe and 1x skins cause... They're very dear to me 🥹... Heheheheh....
Here's the side by side comparison of the og image and the drawings!! (Well... Kinda.. Couldn't fint the og image I used for water dogs so have the best next thing 😭😭)
And also while I'm at it!! Ima show the original roblox models I made in cac!! For all the albums!! (Sorry for the sillays that didn't get drawn... Maybe I'll draw them someday... Aslo sorry guest... Ur kinds choped since ur cannon model isn't readily available in cac 😅)
In order!!
Junkyard 2: Slasher
Public Void: Noli
Hazards: Guest 666
Girls Night: John Doe
Mysteries of the Rats: c00lkid
Water Dogs: 1x1x1x1
(Would have loved to put the album covers next to them but... Image limit 🥲)
(Might draw some of the others later but idk tho... Till next time y'all.. Flies away)
I still have a lot of art to upload I keep forgetting to upload... however im posting these more recent things bc of a fic im writing heheheh..... need to show the people over there my art
some of my hcs for some forsaken killers (and 007n7)!!
+ some other miscalleous art <3 (yummy poisonburger)
Heres the fic if anyone is curious ig ^o^
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I haven’t posted at lot bc. Like. There’s was just a lot going on in my life atp… but now I have a lot… and a I mean A LOT of art in the back catalogue than I can post (mostly idv. Mostly murro. Some forsaken in there)
idk how frequently I’m gonna post but I’ll try my best to constantly post!! I have some stuff planned out for the future anyways heheheheh….. (poisonbuger fic 😘)
To my moots, I am so sorry for my absence, but hopefully, as for right now, the angel is back!
It took me like 50000 gajillipn years to upload this so I expect this to blow up/j
I Actually had like so sosos much fun making this even if it did take me like 10 hours in the span of like a week or so and honestly even if I did hate myself while making this I will 100% do it again for any future endeavors
I hope you guys like it a much as I like making it!!!! Honetsly just wanted to share my love for murro an like I thought this song rlly fit him and yeah
Please go check the og if youvahvent yet!! It's star of the show by ghost and pals!!! I really love this song I rlly do
@rosmerie-starr / @rosmerie-sleeps ' gift for her bday!
I'm not sure if it's typed "Goddess" or "Godess", help in the comments please. 😭
"What do you need, Narinder?" - Her voice was low and toneless, almost like if she blurted out again the words. Ever since her rise as Godess of Death, she hadn't smile for a while.
"My lamb..." - The bit aged up feline mumbled, her voice was aflicted by the thousands of years they've been living together. - "I... was wondering, we've been together for more than time can tell, but I've never known when is your birthday celebrated... is there any reason beh—"
"March 13th. Hope you are satisfied."
Narinder stood dumbfound at her lover's revelation... like that? Thousands of years to be... a simple March 13th? It was tomorrow, even so!
Narinder swallowed his need to reply to her lamb, fiddling with her fingers before leaving to the tent. Along the workers of the kitchen, she learned how to bake small pastries. And, tonight, she would be doing something for praising her lamb's diminished and cold heart. For making her smile at least once.
•••
The day began as usual, Lamb left to the sermon, and Narinder, helped by another cultist, placed the things above the table. While it was true they didn't needed much to survive, they had a very well decorated space. The portrait of her lamb layed in a left, near to the kitchen's entrance, and at the left of the entrance, a piece of the old robe of her lamb, which she accidentally ripped a piece by pulling, and the table, with a white cloth sitting at the middle, had a huge cake that the female feline did overnight.
After what appeared eons, her lamb left the sermon with the same uncaring, deadpan face. She wasn't bothered not even by the cultists, who tried to get a reaction. How to feel, if you're a lonely goddess?
But ehat actually made her feel was Narinder's gentle hands wrapping around her waist and nuzzling on her neck, purring. The lamb let out from her frozen face a small, unnoticeable smile, before petting the hands and pulling them away.
"My lamb."
"Narinder..."
The feline took her hands as she said her name, kooking at her eyes with a slight excitement - "My lamb... I have something to show you"
•••
"Can I open my eyes yet?"
"No! Wait, I'm putting on the candles"
"It better not be a suggestive scenario, it is an activity we do not indulge in since thousands of years ago... -"
She only noticed the hand of Narinder uncovering her eyes.
...
A deep silence set in, as the lamb stood in silence, but the raising feeling of joy and love cracked a small tear off her eye and a small smile, supported with a little approval hum.
Narinder took the piece of cake that layed in the plate and started singing quietly for the lamb - 🎶 "May your wishes come true, and happy birthday to you... For my dear...- "
The lamb denied with her head slowly but firmly. At least it was worth the try to get her name out. - 🎶 "...my Lamb. Happy birthday to... you."
As The Lamb took the plate and the fork, she looked at her, before Narinder added - "Now you blow the candle."
• • •
THANKS FOR READING HERE ROSMERIE!! AND HAPPY BDAY TO YOU!!!
I JUST READ IT I LOVE IT SO MUCH OMG U DID THM GREAT JUSTICE I LOVE HOW THE TEXT OF THE LAMB IS PINK BC I'M PINKK OUHHB I'M GONNA CATCH U OOMF TSYM I'M LITERALLY SO HAPPY RN AAAH
@rosmerie-starr / @rosmerie-sleeps ' gift for her bday!
I'm not sure if it's typed "Goddess" or "Godess", help in the comments please. 😭
"What do you need, Narinder?" - Her voice was low and toneless, almost like if she blurted out again the words. Ever since her rise as Godess of Death, she hadn't smile for a while.
"My lamb..." - The bit aged up feline mumbled, her voice was aflicted by the thousands of years they've been living together. - "I... was wondering, we've been together for more than time can tell, but I've never known when is your birthday celebrated... is there any reason beh—"
"March 13th. Hope you are satisfied."
Narinder stood dumbfound at her lover's revelation... like that? Thousands of years to be... a simple March 13th? It was tomorrow, even so!
Narinder swallowed his need to reply to her lamb, fiddling with her fingers before leaving to the tent. Along the workers of the kitchen, she learned how to bake small pastries. And, tonight, she would be doing something for praising her lamb's diminished and cold heart. For making her smile at least once.
•••
The day began as usual, Lamb left to the sermon, and Narinder, helped by another cultist, placed the things above the table. While it was true they didn't needed much to survive, they had a very well decorated space. The portrait of her lamb layed in a left, near to the kitchen's entrance, and at the left of the entrance, a piece of the old robe of her lamb, which she accidentally ripped a piece by pulling, and the table, with a white cloth sitting at the middle, had a huge cake that the female feline did overnight.
After what appeared eons, her lamb left the sermon with the same uncaring, deadpan face. She wasn't bothered not even by the cultists, who tried to get a reaction. How to feel, if you're a lonely goddess?
But ehat actually made her feel was Narinder's gentle hands wrapping around her waist and nuzzling on her neck, purring. The lamb let out from her frozen face a small, unnoticeable smile, before petting the hands and pulling them away.
"My lamb."
"Narinder..."
The feline took her hands as she said her name, kooking at her eyes with a slight excitement - "My lamb... I have something to show you"
•••
"Can I open my eyes yet?"
"No! Wait, I'm putting on the candles"
"It better not be a suggestive scenario, it is an activity we do not indulge in since thousands of years ago... -"
She only noticed the hand of Narinder uncovering her eyes.
...
A deep silence set in, as the lamb stood in silence, but the raising feeling of joy and love cracked a small tear off her eye and a small smile, supported with a little approval hum.
Narinder took the piece of cake that layed in the plate and started singing quietly for the lamb - 🎶 "May your wishes come true, and happy birthday to you... For my dear...- "
The lamb denied with her head slowly but firmly. At least it was worth the try to get her name out. - 🎶 "...my Lamb. Happy birthday to... you."
As The Lamb took the plate and the fork, she looked at her, before Narinder added - "Now you blow the candle."
• • •
THANKS FOR READING HERE ROSMERIE!! AND HAPPY BDAY TO YOU!!!
@rosmerie-starr / @rosmerie-sleeps ' gift for her bday!
I'm not sure if it's typed "Goddess" or "Godess", help in the comments please. 😭
"What do you need, Narinder?" - Her voice was low and toneless, almost like if she blurted out again the words. Ever since her rise as Godess of Death, she hadn't smile for a while.
"My lamb..." - The bit aged up feline mumbled, her voice was aflicted by the thousands of years they've been living together. - "I... was wondering, we've been together for more than time can tell, but I've never known when is your birthday celebrated... is there any reason beh—"
"March 13th. Hope you are satisfied."
Narinder stood dumbfound at her lover's revelation... like that? Thousands of years to be... a simple March 13th? It was tomorrow, even so!
Narinder swallowed his need to reply to her lamb, fiddling with her fingers before leaving to the tent. Along the workers of the kitchen, she learned how to bake small pastries. And, tonight, she would be doing something for praising her lamb's diminished and cold heart. For making her smile at least once.
•••
The day began as usual, Lamb left to the sermon, and Narinder, helped by another cultist, placed the things above the table. While it was true they didn't needed much to survive, they had a very well decorated space. The portrait of her lamb layed in a left, near to the kitchen's entrance, and at the left of the entrance, a piece of the old robe of her lamb, which she accidentally ripped a piece by pulling, and the table, with a white cloth sitting at the middle, had a huge cake that the female feline did overnight.
After what appeared eons, her lamb left the sermon with the same uncaring, deadpan face. She wasn't bothered not even by the cultists, who tried to get a reaction. How to feel, if you're a lonely goddess?
But ehat actually made her feel was Narinder's gentle hands wrapping around her waist and nuzzling on her neck, purring. The lamb let out from her frozen face a small, unnoticeable smile, before petting the hands and pulling them away.
"My lamb."
"Narinder..."
The feline took her hands as she said her name, kooking at her eyes with a slight excitement - "My lamb... I have something to show you"
•••
"Can I open my eyes yet?"
"No! Wait, I'm putting on the candles"
"It better not be a suggestive scenario, it is an activity we do not indulge in since thousands of years ago... -"
She only noticed the hand of Narinder uncovering her eyes.
...
A deep silence set in, as the lamb stood in silence, but the raising feeling of joy and love cracked a small tear off her eye and a small smile, supported with a little approval hum.
Narinder took the piece of cake that layed in the plate and started singing quietly for the lamb - 🎶 "May your wishes come true, and happy birthday to you... For my dear...- "
The lamb denied with her head slowly but firmly. At least it was worth the try to get her name out. - 🎶 "...my Lamb. Happy birthday to... you."
As The Lamb took the plate and the fork, she looked at her, before Narinder added - "Now you blow the candle."
• • •
THANKS FOR READING HERE ROSMERIE!! AND HAPPY BDAY TO YOU!!!
Preparing something cool, get yourselves together.
100 lambs, 100 questions, the reason? To see how many lambs have the The Singularity; a condition that no lamb can be similar, but have coincidences.
Get ready for it. Maybe your lamb could find a match made in Hell?
This project is an idea I came up on a night HAHAHA
I'd love to see my mutuals collabing (like @rosmerie-sleeps / @rosmerie-starr that is already helping me to do the questions!), so it reaches my fav artists another popular people, as well to see y'all's work and to make the community of fanartists, fanfiction writers and many more interact more!
something I found really Interesting about Shamura, well, at least the Shamura in my au, is how they brought their own family together and yet they were the one who ripped them all apart. They adopted all their siblings and took care of them and protected them but as soon as one of them posed a danger of taking Shamura’s power away from them, they alienated that sibling from the family and forced the others against him. Shamura uprooted and ruined the family they built so diligently. None of their siblings trust them anymore since Narinder was banished away from them, Leshy was kept mostly out of the loop and was unaware of the consequences that Shamura’s actions caused until it was too late, Heket was forced into to play Narinders role in the family hyerachy after Narinder was banished away and was unable to do anything against it, And Kallamar was afraid of every wronging or betraying Shamura because that could put him in a posture were he would be next in the chopping block.
and now? Shamura doesn’t remember most of not anything at all from their life as a god. And all the siblings, who still feel uneasy about them and their past actions, are forced into a position were they have to be nice to them because the Shamura that lives now is nothing like the one that lived before, yet seeing their face reminds the siblings of the past
I like to think that much like chemach the crown turned Shamura into a madman, but maybe that’s a story for another day
Genuine question for y'all, deep analysis of something I find funny
Main thing; Thoughts about Narilamb, small tw for mention of abuser and manipulation
Does someone of you like, have an AU where your Lamb is evil just because they want?
Like, no "Oh the bishops are my servants I shall torture them for their damage, so I'm evil for torturing them for a trauma", or even, "Oh the bishops are my followers I will take revenge, so I'm evil for taking my revenge", like, literally "I had acknowledge that they are evil and they had harmed me before, but it's not for that I'm acting evil towards them, I just do it because I want, I can, and I will always."
Like, Lamb is meant to be the representation of human choices, thus givingus the fandom to not depict him as a babygirl who can come at anytime give you a hug and make things better with it, but to actually give him serious, horrible traits that the humans find cuestionable such as being manipulative, abusive or even having an unalligned moral.
Or even so, a Narinder that is genuinely good, and feels remorse, giving him actual feelings and life?
Yet again, like, not "I'm searching redemption for The Lamb's command", not "I'm searching redemption for a bigger purpose someone had given for me", an actual "I'm redeeming myself for the actions I've commited are wrong, so I'm doing it for myself, acknowlegding that this will make me better."
I feel that the fandom gives always Narilamb an focus of "Lamb will be something like yandere they/them or she/her bastard who comes to have a crush on a tsundere idiot who actually feels the same"
But, there are many more things to do, after all, likewise said before and even by the same developers, The Lamb's name is just "The Lamb", they have no name. And, aswell, Lamb has a zero personality, during the game, you craft their identity, their love stories, their problems and even headcannons
Even so, quoting some of my moots examples, give Narinder an actual new life with new roles and nothing to be with Lamb (@saiwasneverhere), focus the opportunity to develop "what is it to be the only god?" or Narinder a whole new identity post-Purgatory (@rosmerie-starr/@rosmerie-sleeps), giving Narinder new marks and stories to tell with their Lamb too (@really-burnt-toast), etcetera etcetera.
This is what makes the lambsonas thing a concept I love a lot: I've seen from Lambs that speak japanese (Sai I'm seeing you) to Lambs that have a pentagram for eye (@bialejaja) and many other things that makes them unique.