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RG Week Day 6: Admiration Early entry (since its 1am lel) and I can't contain myself to not post this asap :3c @rosegardenweek
For the @rosegardenweek
Day 4: Date Night / “You... think I’m cute?”
Day 5: Enemies BUT Lover / Sleep
Day 6: Hiding from the rain / Hand holding
I’m the self proclaimed RG crazy comic artist for a reason, managed to make these on 3 days ahaha... someone is going to kick me for not taking this slow...
This is not day 7 but is my official goodbye for this week!
Thank you so much for the people who organized and managed to be part of it, or even just shared these with other people oh! and the nice commets and tags <3
See you guys later!
DAY 1: Island | Wonderland
We’re hitting off Rosegarden Week with— a Beach Episode?!? Scratch that, it’s any island theme you can think of. Paradise in the sun, deserted together smashing coconuts, or what’s more romantic than frolicking next to the seashore? Perhaps you wanna get a little bit bizarre in a Wonderland? Share some tea and cake at a wacky tea party, getting lost in a rosegarden maze, maybe petting a weird cat together? Surprise us with your submissions! Also, don’t forget to leave the hashtags #RGWeek2023 on your entries and tag us at @rosegardenweek so everyone can easily see your work!
RG week day 1 Halloween / Farm Life
Hayride
Free Day / Crossover - 16 Candles
I doubt whoever Yang is marrying, they would plan a wedding on Rubys birthday, but I felt like with her birthday being right around the corner it just felt right to draw this scene.
Based off of this scene
I feel bad for only drawing this day, I had a drawing planned for Monday but I never finished it
@rosegardenweek DAY FOUR: GENDERBENT AU
Don't like the concept of genderbent, so I transed them both instead. Same thing right?
the tale of sir oscar the freckled (april 3-royal au)
@rwbyrosegardenweek (sorry it’s late again!!)
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There was once a royal messenger named Oscar the Freckled.
Who owned three chickens, all bespeckled
One was named Oats
One was named Prue
The last one was an odd little fellow
With feathers of a golden hue
The last one was named Bartholomew, if you wanted to know
He was the proudest, yet smallest, the star of his own show!
Enough about the chickens!
One day there were news from a distant land
A faraway prince was asking for the princess’ hand
Princess Ruby was the fair maiden’s name
And jousting and swordplay were her favorite game
She was the sole object of Oscar’s affection
What a pity...
But the poor lad was so afraid of rejection
Every message he would try to deliver
Would send his body into quite a shiver
His tongue would twist
His heart would shout
And his words made no sense, they were all about!
With a heavy heart, he knocked on the palace door
Was led inside, as he fell to the floor
Oscar the Freckled gazed upon the beauty fair
With the rare silver eyes and midnight hair
“Your Majesty, Princess!” he would declare
A letter from the prince!
“A letter from the prince?” the princess would stare.
“He is asking for your hand in marriage,
And requests your presence in a carriage
In a month’s time.”
The princess was quiet, she was shocked, appalled
For she did not love the prince at all
She’d rather find herself someone she knew
Someone close, a person she’d choose.
With a grim look on her face,
Hand clutching her lace,
The princess told Oscar the Freckled
The messenger with three hens bespeckled
To tell the prince “She’d be delighted.”
The lad had no choice
He was a mere peasant, no voice!
He sent the letter and went on his way
And hoped he was not around for the wedding day
The days flew by
And Oscar would go back and forth, sending letters
Hoping that his situation would get quite better
It was at this time the princess would confide in him and say
“I wish it didn’t have to be this way.”
The lad, stupefied only gave a sad smile
He loved her, but he could only be by her side for a while
The princess then clapped her hands
Clapped them in glee
“I have a great idea!” she whispered happily
“You’ll be my lover
Just for a time
And let the prince know
That he is not mine.”
Oscar the Freckled,
Was confused, was nervous
But agreed to the princess’s plan,
He would not let down the lovely princess of this great land
Oscar the Freckled,
With three hens bespeckled,
Found himself in royal fabrics of red and green
The princess’s favorites, and he looked quite clean
She secretly trained him in all manners of the royals
It was hard work, but the lad knew how to toil
Soon it came time for the princess to go
To the prince’s land, the world unknown
She took Oscar in her carriage,
In hopes that they could break off her marriage
On the carriage ride there,
The princess so fair,
Began to take notice of this messenger boy
He isn’t so bad...
Was he more than just a decoy?
When they got to the palace, the prince was furious
“Princess!” he shouted, “you can’t be serious!”
Princess Ruby shook her head
“This is my lover. I chose him instead.”
The prince, embarrassed in front of his subjects
Really only saw the princess as an object
Something to gain, like a piece of land
For love, he did not really understand
Turning to the lad he exclaimed,
“I challenge you to a duel—to the death!”
That sentence alone took away Oscar’s breath
He did not know how to fight, he was far too weak
He could barely stand up on his own two feet
But he had to, so he picked up a sword and shield
For the prince would not stop, he would not yield
The fight began in the courtyard,
With people for miles coming to see the duel
A battle against a prince and a—what did he call the lad
Oh yes, a mere tool
The poor boy could not defend himself
Against the mighty prince
He was jabbed here! And there! And here! Oh, how one could wince
Princess Ruby saw the one she loved—yes she loved—fall down to his knees
And wished the lad could get up and move, could flee
At a point she had enough
She was brave
And she was tough
She got a sword of her own and climbed on down
And stood in front of the prince with a frown
“Princess! Let me kill this weakling
So I can marry you, I even have a ring
Don’t let this messenger boy steal your affections
When he can’t even offer you any protection.”
The princess was angrier than ever
“Oh, you think you are so clever!”
The prince responded in an amused tone
“I’m sorry princess, but you cannot fight
Even if you used all of your might
For you are a maiden and maidens sit down and look pretty
And wait for a man to save their city.”
The princess scoffed again and pointed her sword at the prince’s face
“You sir, are a big disgrace
Fight me like the man you say you are,
And let all the people watch, from near and from far.”
So the princess and prince stood far apart
Many people thought the girl was kidding
Until she said with a hearty laugh,
“I could defeat you while sitting!”
Is that ladylike? I don’t think so, but we’ve all learned by now that Princess Ruby... is of the interesting sort.
The match began in ten seconds or less
Between the prince and brave princess
Over a simple messenger
Who thought he was in quite a mess
“Princess, you mustn’t fight for me”
Oscar shouted to her
The princess replied, “But I love you, Sir Oscar,
Which is why I am undeterred.”
Love? She loved him?
Oscar the Freckled,
With three hens bespeckled,
Turned red at that sight,
And prayed that his lovely princess
Would turn out quite alright.
The battle was fierce, intense, and fast!
Some believed the princess would not last
“Princess, you think a peasant is better than me?”
And he jabbed at her eye, so she could not see
“Princess Ruby!” Oscar yelled in fear
Oh, how his heart ached for his love so dear
He nearly picked up his sword again when the princess stood up
“It’s just a scratch, put down your sword, that’s enough.”
With blood dripping down her face,
The princess quickly set the pace
Quick like lightning she moved,
Before tripping the royal
And to him she declared, “At least my lover is loyal.”
The prince flipped on his back, and watched the fearsome girl
Fight for the one she called her love, the best in the whole world
Boot on his chest (for the princess did not wear heels)
Princess Ruby did not jest, she was for real
When she said, “I have won.”
Her sword was pointed at his eye, and the prince was stunned.
“F-fine, please just let me go!”
Now the princess laughed, he was too slow!
The people cheered as the messenger boy came to tend to her wound
“I’m sorry, princess!” he started to croon
She simply laughed and said,
“Don’t be, I’ve won today!”
The boy, now shy, had to ask and say,
“Did you mean it when you said you loved me?”
The Princess nodded. “It’s been quite clear to see.”
Oscar still hadn’t forgiven himself
For putting the princess in distress
But she just said, “Marry me then, and let us forget this mess.”
So on a fine spring day
Perhaps in May
Oscar the Freckled—
Sorry, Prince Oscar
With three hens bespeckled
Married the love of his life,
And everything felt just right.
The princess, a fresh scar on her eye,
Felt no remorse, did not cry,
For she could marry the love of her life,
So everything felt just right.
Rosegarden Week Day 1: Knowledge
Yay! It’s Rosegarden Week! Here’s my little piece of day one! I hope I can keep up with the other days too. :)
“Slow down!” Ruby laughed as Oscar practically dragged her through the streets of Argus.
“There! That’s where I bought my new outfit! And over there I ran into a really nice older lady who helped me figure out where to buy ingredients for the casserole…”
“Oscar, slow down!” Ruby laughed again, and they both stopped in the middle of an empty square to catch their breaths. A fountain was spluttering in the center of the old square, and there were a few people moving about, but it was quiet. It was getting dark. The sun was sinking below the horizon slowly, tainting the sky pink and orange. Ruby finally looked up, meeting Oscar’s eyes. His cheeks were flushed and he was grinning from ear to ear. “You wanted to show me something.” She said, “Can I at least know where we’re going?”
“Easy,” Oscar replied, holding out his hand, “We’re going to the Library.”
***
Ruby had been excited when Oscar had dragged her away from the little house they were all staying in. She had hoped he would have something momentous to show her… or something… romantic? She had admitted to herself that that thought was odd. Oscar? Her? She had brushed it away, but had remained hopeful that he would be taking her someplace fun, or exciting. Though she did enjoy a book every now and then, she had not been expecting a library. But Oscar was so excited. How could she say no, or even question him, now?
“Don’t worry!” Oscar said, as he led her across another street, “We’re almost there. It’s not far.” Only a few moments later Oscar skidded to a halt, and Ruby practically collided with him.
“Oh.” Before them, was an enormous building, and an old one for sure. It had enormous pillars, and two lion statues standing guard on either side of the door. “This…? This is the library?!”
“I couldn’t believe it either,” Oscar laughed, squeezing her hand. “But just wait until you see the inside. I’ve never seen so many books in my whole life!”
Beyond mahogany double doors was a cool, crisp interior. It smelled like books, and it was quiet. Even quieter than the streets had been. The soft glow of warm lamps lit the first few feet of their entrance. A young man was sitting at a huge front desk, his reading glasses propped low on his nose. When they entered he nodded once as a greeting and then went back to reading. But Ruby barely noticed him. She released Oscar’s hand to take those first few steps into the old building, across marble floors, until she was standing in a wide room, and she could look straight up three whole stories to the ceiling. She let out a small gasp, and then stepped out farther to the center of the room. Above them, the ceiling was painted with scenes from history: the two brothers, gods of light and darkness, creating their gifts to men. The painting was so detailed, so dramatic, that it almost seemed real. It was as if she was really there, watching the scene take place. She almost imagined she could hear their voices, or see the way they smiled when they granted humanity their gifts. For a long, long moment she was lost in the painting—as if nothing else in the entire universe existed.
“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” Oscar whispered, taking several steps forward to stand beside her. She had almost forgotten he was there.
“It’s… I’ve never seen anything like it,” Ruby replied.
“And all these books!” Oscar gasped. He held his arms out and spun around in a circle with a soft laugh. “I’ve never seen so many books!”
“The Library at Beacon had a lot,” Ruby mused, “But not this many.” Oscar was right, books were stacked from floor to ceiling on each floor. Shelves and shelves and shelves of them. Some of them looked ancient. Ruby wondered what secrets they might hold.
“Maybe there’s something in here about how to get to Atlas when the borders are all closed,” she muttered sarcastically.
“Hey,” Oscar frowned, and suddenly she found her hand in his once more. His hand was warm, and their fingers locked together perfectly. Ruby felt her cheeks grow warm but Oscar didn’t seem to notice. “Don’t think about that now. We all deserve a break, don’t we? You, most of all. Come on. Let’s explore. No worrying about Atlas, no worrying about Salem, no worrying… about…” here he let out a deep sigh, “Ozpin, no worrying.” Ruby smiled.
“Thanks, Oscar.”
“Where should we start,” he said, gesturing towards all the floors. “There are so many things to see.”
“Let’s start on the third floor,” Ruby said. Though, really it was only because she wanted to get closer to that amazing painting. She wanted to see if she could reach out and touch it. If it was as real as it seemed to be. The painting, the books, and Oscar’s smile. Reality seemed strange in this place. Was the way Oscar held her hand so gently, was that real? Was the feeling that their hands belonged clasped together, was that real? And the feeling that maybe, beyond the word “friendship” there was something more… was that real too?
She couldn’t tell, and maybe for now she didn’t mind. Oscar was already racing her to the elevator. She tried to suppress her laugh as they collided against the back wall, and then leaned against each other to catch their breaths. Oscar pressed the button labeled “3.”
“Going up,” he beamed, and Ruby let out a content sigh. She didn’t care if it was real or not, all this was just the way she wanted it to be.