Sometimes I think about how they're all victims of a messed up circumstance and go a little crazy.👁🪱
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Sometimes I think about how they're all victims of a messed up circumstance and go a little crazy.👁🪱
(Original draft + words about the piece below)
Permaregressed Teenre
Rosaria Moodboard?!!
+ Some Headcannons!!
At the very end, I put the paragraphs that may be triggering to some users with a red warning label. The actual paragraphs will be in PURPLE! So feel free to skip those headcanons if you may be triggered by the topics. (I also put the possible triggers above the paragraphs in parenthesis. It’s nothing super graphic but I am aware that not everyone likes to be exposed to sadder/darker things and thats valid!!)
Omgosh she is so emo and teenage dirtbag coded bro. In a more modern setting she would 100% have earbuds or headphones playing stuff like Linkin Park, Evanescence, specifically Monster by Meg and Dia, Nirvana, Get Scared, MCR, Deftones, Pierce the Veil, Fallout Boy, Etc. (ik not all of these are emo but realistically I feel like not many stick to one genre of music and never branch out.) And she would be blasting this stuff ALL THE TIMEEE.
Varka is her Caregiver/Adoptive Father. And he would stop her when passing by like “Ah! Hold it right there, missy! If it’s loud enough to where I can hear it, it’s damaging your ears. Take it down a notch.”
“Tch, why should I? You aren’t my real dad.”
(She doesn’t mean it, but still an ouch for poor Varka 💔)
Hair dying shenanigans at 3:00 am. Where Varka will be going to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night and finds the bathroom door wide open, counters stained red and Rosaria halfway on the countertop with her tongue halfway out tryna get the back of her head.
“Kid— what in the name of Barbatos are you doin’ awake at this archon forsaken hour?!”
“Nothing! Buzz off!”
“Watch where you breathe that fire, hatchling! I’mma friendly, Y’know!”
He pauses watching her hand holding the brush clumsily poke around to find spots in the back that need dye. “D’you.. need help..?”
“No! I got it! I’ve dyed my hair plenty of times!”
“..Well.. you’re kinda.. getting more hand then hair back there…” He remarks, walking closer and slowly taking the brush out of her hand and into his even despite her slight protests.
“Ah, ah! Just let me handle this, I got it! Let me get the spots ya missed.. It’ll be faster anyhow.. You’re already this far, might as well get the job done as fast as possible so you can march back to bed.”
She stands there pouting while he helps her put the dye in. (She secretly likes being cared about like this. She will NEVER admit that out loud.)
Varka will NOT be one of those dads that are afraid of, embarrassed about, or grossed out by periods. In fact, Rosaria is more of those things about her own period then he is. Much to her embarrassment he will walk down the girl’s sanitary aisle unabashedly and grab the ones she prefers without missing a beat. Or, in a modern setting, I can totally see him calling her on the phone (whilst struggling to work it) and straight up asking her “Hey, which Pads do you want?” “Da— Varka! Don’t say it so loud! A-Am I on speakerphone?? Just- The ones I always get! Just hurry up and get outta there!! Ugh.. this is embarrassing..”
“Well, last time you got the heavy flow, d’you think ya need em’ again next time?”
“I don’t know! I can’t just psychically predict my— urgh.. just— get those its fine just stop..!”
“Right. Then I’ll get all the flow types.”
“What?! Dad- Varka— You don’t have to get all of them!”
“Nonsense! What, think I can’t afford the bare bones for my baby girl?”
“What did you just call me??!”
“Gonna want chocolate too?”
“Dude, that’s such a stereotype!”
“…So is that a no?”
“….Chocolate Blizzard please..”
“Right. Next stop, Dairy Queen!”
Smudged makeup girlie. Varka points it out (Not in a mean way, kind of just thinks she might not know and would wanna fix it when made aware.) which she immediately defends it as intentional. (Which may or may not be true.)
Lets her play her music in the car, and then sings to the lyrics (badly).
She is permanently regressed to Teenre. Her age range is in the 15-17 range!
I can see her 100% Being a Big Sibbie to Fischl and Razor (Might do them next, lmk if you wanna see it!!)
The kind that will dare them to go outside in the dark then say “OMG A GHOST!” then lock them outside for a few seconds (Think Rodrick Heffley almost)
Fischl is a major nerd for paranormal and occult stuff, Rosaria plays into it heavily with pranks.
Varka’s Nicknames for Rosaria: Young Lady, Kid/Kiddo, Rosie, Aria, Ria, Hatchling, Spitfire, Firecracker, Lone wolf, Wolfpup/pup, Trouble.
Rosaria strikes me as a MAAAJOR creepypasta fan. Like knee deep into the cringe and badly written but still somehow iconic fanfiction kind.
Definitely loves Monster High as well.
I have more so maybe a part 2??! Not sure! We’ll see!!
⚠️Possibly Triggering Paragraphs!⚠️
(First Mentions Objectification and SA/Sggsual Harazzment)
(Second Paragraph Mentions Cigarettes)
Being a larger chested girlie, you can imagine there are many creeps who make icky comments or catcall her. To which, Varka will absolutely not hesitate to deck anyone who even eludes to something of this nature. They will quickly learn that this man can go from goofy to dead serious in milliseconds. And oh boy, if it ever extended to physical contact/proximity or photos.. good luck getting him off the person responsible. (Such a task would require the manpower of 10+ knights)
Monster energy addict. Sneaks cigarettes frequently. Varka never ever lets her smoke freely and confiscates cigarettes whenever he sees them on her. He does not, in fact, care if she is physically smoking age, nor if she wants to smoke. Varka will rescue her lungs if its the last thing he does 🔥
TW BLOOD. My poor baby..
Hello again Loves! I have done my darker Harvey.. If you love something you must hurt it. GAH- I feel so bad.. Dexter.. quit being so good and making me feel for Harvey. JkJk.. I don’t mind feeling for him, I love him. ANYWAY- Art, like before please comment and tell me what you think! And what I should fix. Sorry if the image is a bit blurry- The screen shot from my iPad- ITS PAINFUL..
Bye Bye Loves! - Doggo
Headcannon that Alex sometimes ( often ) forgets to eat when she's working a particularly rough case .
~Thyroid & Health updates~
My goodness these last few months have been pretty busy for me. I've been lurking a lot but realized I haven't actually updated my last post from like....months ago? My bad.
this is what i was out here comparing myself to back in 5th grade oml
Here's my Poppy Playtime OC Worm 4! (With Alt text added)
You can find him on my Artfight as well. (Artfight pfp below the cut)
oh my God I am so human I am so irreversibly human. I will never be mother nature cradling and cooing at life and I will never be persephone gazing upon those she desires most
I am violently and horribly human in a way that makes me want to tear my soul out, my eyes taint everything I touch with a soul and even the smallest creatures I kill through my own sheer imperfect fear I reflect back on it begging for forgiveness for my own instinctual sins.
I am imperfect and beautiful and catastrophic in the most unimaginable way, the way where you can hold life and your hands and think of nothing more than how it drains like grains of sand
being human is an experience like no other. I could never be more grateful to my blood and my bones for carrying me into the awaiting arms of my loved ones, how could I not love the way my hands could hold things as if, they too, understand my flaws and imperfections and yet stare back at me with nothing but love
life is such a gift that I would grab her hands and make her tear my heart from my chest but I would not flinch because she has her eyes on me and I cant help but sigh and swoon at how beautiful she is