#madetodoevil

[forsakenpumpkin]

“Oh, jeez!!” He’s perfectly happy with the cold, but the wind is--well. It seems to be taking him away.

[ingoldentent]

@Madetodoevil: Resemblance of the Endless Sorcerer (Event)

@madetodoevil​

Well, what we have here! It’s an event thread written way after the presumed end date! Ah, the wonders of meddling with chronology and continuity with the mere typing of words at my keyboard. I wonder if this is how Game Masters in Umineko feel like-

“Hey, excuse me?!”

Yes, Battler?

“Talk about continuity issue here! Why am I looking like Travis?! He was supposed to have made me look like myself until the end of the event, to avoid confusion!”

Yeah, yeah, just assume that this tale happened before you got a chance to meet him. Besides, you sporting that look is just perfect for your meeting today with one called Rosemaster.

“Rose... master?” You blink, a bit confused. “What, is that supposed to be a gardener interested in handling the mansion’s rose garden or something- Oh, hey!” You lose focus on me, as you notice the familiar semblance of ‘Susie’ passing by the street.

“Yo, Susie! How are you doing?” Battler waves at her happily, not suspecting a thing of what was about to happen... As I purposefully cut off his access to my plotting discussions with Elaine. I’m a smart Player!

[suplex51]

madetodoevil replied to your post: “Am I a bad boyfriend? I gotta be. Trying to stay...

“Now, please, Travis, I don’t want to *hang* her. That’s far too crass.”

“...”

“Rosie. All due respect. I’m gonna need you to shut the fuck up and leave. I am SOOoOoO not in the mood, right now."

[charmingsecretary]

By Any Other Name [Closed]

...

it’s funny.

susie doesn’t remember.

these teardrops.

dripping down on her leaves.

...

Wait a minute.

Rosemaster’s body rises up with a start.

This doesn’t make sense. The last thing she remembers was piling a stack of books on her desk, opening her laptop, and doing extensive research on a potential defense grid for Spirale.

Did she fall asleep at some point in the process, and this was just an unusual dream?

No. This had to be more than a dream.

She remembers living in this room.

...

If Susie is here, then that means someone else is inhabiting her body.

Someone else is Susanna Patrya Haltmann.

She won’t take this sitting down.

...

Eventually, when she manages to do more in this body than just sit down (turning nine feet tall overnight is like learning how to walk on stilts), Susie uncovers her — Rosemaster’s? — phone, and flips through the citywide list of contacts.

She finds her own name under “Susie.” How exactly should she proceed?

...

Ring. Ring.

Pick up, darn you. Pick up the phone.

@madetodoevil​

[shadowedstep]

@madetodoevil

“Rosemaster!”

Oh, thank fuck she’s found a familiar face. She waves her ha -- gloves? Disembodied empty gloves? She waves up at Rosemaster frantically, then clenches her fists before her.

“I look like a pumpkin!”

[whohassummonedme]

too little too late barenaked ladies (audio only) (closed, rosemaster)

She came back home at some point, he didn’t know exactly when but he knew she certainly wasn’t answering any text messages. Nightmare Knight paced around in the kitchen for hours once he realized it, as he thought to himself what was the right course of action here. There was no way around that he wasn’t the best at communication, or even so much as being there for the people he cares about. Still, something had to be done, and if he was going to do it, he would just have to do it the wrong way like he had always done.

So had he begun the slow, aching walk from the kitchen to her bedroom, as he traced lines in the fondant carpet, or counted the peaks of the whipped creme chandeliers to distract himself. His hand already on the back of his neck, as he couldn’t come up with really anything he had planned on.

Then he’s at the door, and he swallows in the throat he doesn’t have as his hand inches closer to her shut bedroom door. Letting out that breath he didn’t need to hold in, his knuckles rap against the door, and he gathers up what he has to speak.

“Rosemaster? Are you in there?” That was really all he had to go on.

[allcapsisola]

I AM NOT… FAMILIAR WITH FRIENDSHIP. IT DOES NOT COME EASILY TO ME. PERHAPS IT IS TIME I CHANGED THAT.

– rosemaster ( @madetodoevil )

[gracefieldorphan]

@madetodoevil​

“Ohh... Pretty... I’ve never seen something like this before.”

Emma pauses, in front of a field littered with freshly grown roses- glowing a beautiful red under the sun. It made Emma want to run right into it, but she paused and looked at the person standing close to her.

“Hey, do you know who planted all of these? I... Want to try.”