#mimrose

[frie-ice]

This Hazbin Hotel collage is of Rosie and Mimzy, as they are the two main (sinner) women that people have shipped with Alastor.

[radiostatik]

More mosie cus I love the tall and short gfs dynamic

@1tz-4ll-m3 @luz-bi-love

[radiostatik]

Rosie hyping her up

Reference

@1tz-4ll-m3 @luz-bi-love @hazbinrarepairs

[radiostatik]

Heard this vine and thought of Mimzy.

Have some old woman Yuri

[mim-rose]

Journal Entry #1

Signs of Winter: Breath in the Air

It was early. The cars of parents lined the streets, and lined the drive-thru of the school. It was opposite. The cars delivered the children, not the owner of the drive-thru: the school. Out of the car, and past the chain-link fence, we ran to the playground. Those few precious moments before the bell. Before the pledge and before the morning job assignments. 

We raced to the grass field. I could feel the air bite into my face. The grass’ glossy coat soaked my tennis shoes and my hair whipped around my head; it whipped my ears and my eyelids.

We stopped, we arrived, and we were out of breath. I could see it escaping from my lips. My teeth screaming as I sucked in more cool air. We spat out clouds of smoke, like dragons or like steam from the exhaust pipe on my dad’s car.

I looked up to the field where an army of kids ran in the chaos of play. I tagged her and ran. My breath revealing a path to me in the trail it left behind. She chased me across the frost; the frost that pulls out the earth from kids shoelaces.