#{rosalie walker}

[startouched-maiden]

A mother and her two daughters (Julien was taking the picture!) <3 they all take after their midlander father

[ghostly-shenanigans-in-progress]

Walker’s wife. What was she like? How did they first meet? Does Walker miss her?

She was the most amazing and kindest woman you’d ever met. Created by @amityparkhalfa and I, this Walker’s wife, Rosalie. They met at their college’s debate club in which she gave the strongest counterpoint towards the cowboy’s argument on a topic regarding law enforcement or death penalty in the U.S. He’d would lose that debate, but Walker gained an immense admiration for her wit and tenacity ever since. Which formed into a deep love for each other that we like to think transcends even in death. I have some old art of her based on our old rps but it’s about time I shared about her.

But these are the most recent as of this year.

Though I need to get around to drawing her as an actual ghost or what she would look like if she was stuck in the zone without anyone to keep her grounded like Walker is currently dealing with (at least to me).

[northernxnaughtymuses]

Remedial | Jack & Rosalie

Jack had been an adjunct faculty member for several years now. He was the local sheriff but a few years ago, as a favour to the Dean, he had taken on a young student that was desperately failing and the Dean did not want to see in the slave pits. So she asked Jack to provide assistance. To the Dean’s amazement, the student blossomed, eventually graduating with honours. 

Now she had another problem child on her hands. Rosalie Walker was beautiful, sweet and intelligent. She shouldn’t be failing this badly but the girl was falling apart. She called Jack and spoke to him in depth. He agreed to take Rosalie on. Jack put a lot of time and energy into any student he worked with so the Dean used his assistance sparingly and almost never offered him to students. 

Finally the meeting was set and Rosalie was instructed to attend at 10:00 am sharply but at 10:30, the girl still wasn’t there. The Dean had no idea as to why the girl was failing so badly. If only she had been witness to the holdup that was going on upstairs, she may have had an entirely different view. However, as it was, when Rosalie crept through the doors, the Dean was irritated and immediately scolded the young submissive. Jack watched the interaction with interest in Rosalie’s body language as well as her verbal responses to the scolding.

@rosalie-walker

[startouched-maiden]

—- ✦▸ The ᏇoLkids go to Ᏸlunderville!

[northernxnaughtymuses]

lessons for babygirls

Training Rosalie so far had been a delight. She picked up things quickly and had acquiesced to the way he liked things. The only pushback seemed to be, of all things, vegetables. His favourite part of every day was putting her into a pretty nighty, always old fashioned in style but rather sheer. Then he would pour her a cup of hot chocolate and cuddle up next to her. She would drink her hot chocolate while he read to her out of a chapter book. He enjoyed the way she felt tucked up against his side. When the chapter was done, he would stay with her, rubbing her back and cuddling her until she fell asleep. She always did, courtesy of the sleeping pills he had been crushing and adding to her drink. Just a little at first but he had slowly increased it. Tonight was a full dose, after a day of drinking lots of water and finishing it off with a big cup of hot chocolate. Because he had a plan and it involved her finding out by morning that she had been very naughty. He tucked her in tightly and kissed her forehead before making sure none of her plushies were in the line of fire so to speak. Humming to himself, he turned on her nightlight and left her to her pretty princess dreams. 

@leatherxlace-muses

[rosiewalker1x1]

❛ you surprised me in the worst way {rosalex}

Usava um vestido de forro rosa claro, a sua extensão caia levemente até seus joelhos finos e o balançar frenético de sua perna -em puro sinal de ansiosidade-,oscilava as camadas delicadas sobrepostas ao tecido original, cobertos por pequenas e sutis flores. Calçava um peep toe vizzano napa nude, mesmo que saltos não fizessem muito o seu estilo. Preferia usar sapatilhas confortáveis no seu dia-a-dia, no entanto,aquela era uma ocasião especial. Bom, ao menos era para ser, pensou de maneira irônica gerando um barulho aleatório ao estalar seus lábios cobertos por um batom de tom escuro. Havia se passado exatas três semanas desde o dia em que estava vestida de noiva,  com um sorriso brilhante que parecia contagiar todos ao seu redor. Afinal, quem a conhecia sabia que estava apaixonada por Alex, no entanto, cansou de ouvir que somente paixão não sustentaria um relacionamento tão serio quanto um casamento. Concordava em partes, já que realmente tinha plena consciencia das suas diferenças em relação ao marido. Como gostava de como o termo soava ao pronuncia-lo. Dava a ela, uma impressão de que viveriam bem e felizes por muito tempo, desafiando todas as afirmativas de decepções.

Rosalie havia preparado um espaguete a carbonara. Feito especialmente para ele- já que a morena é adepta ao veganismo- com bacon, creme de leite, cebola e com o toque final de cogumelos. Para sobremesa decidiu inovar, com uma mousse de morango refrescante. Quando tiveram o primeiro encontro, Alex e ela fizeram uma brincadeira infantil de dizer as coisas que mais gostavam de determinado tema. Inconscientemente, Rosie decorara as preferencias do rapaz e aproveitara para criar uma maneira de agrada-lo. Faze-lo ficar feliz a trazia satisfação e compensava todo o trabalho. Mas não naquela noite. Naquela noite Rosalie não poderia estar mais furiosa. Como Alex pode ter tido tal falta de consideração? Saindo de casa por volta das três da tarde, cedeu a mulher a tarde livre na qual ocupou-se em redigir um relatório sobre politicas publicas. Os detalhes eram tantos que só finalizou com o entardecer. Resolvendo, por fim, surpreender o de olhos azuis com um jantar romântico.Aderiu ao velho clichê de velas em um castiçal prateado sobre a mesa - o qual agora se encontrava quase todo derretido-, e pétalas de rosas sobre o chão, seguindo o caminho até a cama - as quais estavam muchas. Apenas queria proporcionar um momento especial entre os dois e a unica coisa que ganhara em troca fora frustração e irritação. 

Fitava a chama da vela com amargura antes de voltar a atenção para o relógio preso na parede. Havia o esperado durante cinco horas e meia. O acaso parecia rir da situação, encontrava-se no mais completo ridículo. Onde ele estava? O que estava fazendo? Com quem estava? Por que nem ao menos ligou para justificar o atraso? Será que estava tudo bem? Diversas eram as perguntas que rondavam seus pensamentos. Todas as respostas que formulava não a deixavam contente. Muito pelo contrario. Não estava mais com fome, nem com a minima vontade de ser gentil com ele quando cruzasse a porta. Com agilidade, levantou-se da cadeira recolhendo os pratos e talheres, guardando-os no lugar adequado. Retirou a travessa com o prato principal, seguindo em passos firmes até a lixeira. Seus dentes estava cerrados, respirou fundo expirando o ar devagar na tentativa de se manter calma. Era melhor ele nem ao menos sonhar em aparecer no momento. Não queria sequer olhar em sua face. Com destreza começou a jogar a refeição no lixo, com uma expressão de poucos amigos.