#roserider

[hellzcominwithme]

@roserider​ - starter call.

      ❛ . . . ❜

she’s staring at the others horse. eve always did want a horse herself, but with her living in a city, there wasn’t really a need for one. and keeping one only to have them linger in a stable didn’t sit right with her.

      ❛ may i pet them? ❜

[master-of-za-warudo]

So you're the 'other' Dio? First dinosaurs and now vampires?? What's next? ( Hi! For the starter call <3)

"Such familiarity in your introduction. You presume to know Me, DIO based on experiences with an imitation? Ha. I'm afraid you'll have to start over. As for what comes next... That is up to you. The most important question is were you friend or foe to this "other" Dio?"

[saintism]

This year's present is surprisingly thoughtful: A silver rosary, decorated with blue crystals. What else would you buy for a saint? He doesn't hide it within a box, instead electing to give the gift in person. "Merry Christmas, Ruler! Dieu vous bénisse!" She gets two kisses on the cheek for good measure.

          EYES ARE DRAWN TO SILVER, beaded with crystalline blue, which he carries without wrapping nor box. perhaps she should expect this, knowing well how this particular rider was when it comes to people. ❝ Joyeux Noël, Rider. I will pray that all your wishes shall be granted in the coming years, ❞ she replies, smiling softly at the kisses upon the cheek in their customary affections. fingers wrap around the rosary, inspecting it before bringing it to her lips with a soft press against her lips in appreciation.

          ❝ Then, perhaps it is time to pray--- ❞ there was little reason why she should not put to use something so wonderful as this, after all.

[gudakesa-blog]

@roserider

     He should’ve expected the interruption and the one to interrupt him. The street was cold and the pavement damp, but the bounce of that pigtail was unmistakably cheery and familiar. A light, falling snow surrounded them like they were permanently transfixed into a globe that could shake at any moment.

     “Oh? Astolfo.” How close? Just a little longer. Patient, plodding, anticipation growing over his skin as if it were the a cloak of protection. Arjuna’s demeanor was so electrifyingly confident that it was almost as abnormal as it was normal, but there was still an odd danger that hung about his smile if one were careful enough to notice. 

    This Arjuna strayed, but only far enough to take any recognizable mistakes into an open palm and crush them.

    “How like you to be standing outside our Master’s apartment like an abandoned stray. Did you have something arranged? Or you were hoping to catch him on his way out... ?”

[dancingedge]

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boobs are under the coat? female-presenting boobs? BANNED!

   “Mew can’t ban Tao and her cute, squishy body! Mew’re Banned!!”

[thamvos]

roserider replied to your post: tfw: u have to see the shambling bodies or...

“shinji matou” say no more this is already the worst possible outcome

we were all having a good time and then the ghost had to summon him, didn’t she!!!

[yeahgen]

The pillow is too soft. 

Yagen’s been sleeping on futons for the past few years, so it took him a while to get used to the bed in his townhouse. But even that can’t compare to this fluffy deathtrap that seems to rise up around his face and drown him slowly in its cloud-like depths. With a sudden gasp of air, the tantou wakes up.

The first thing he notices is a gilded gold ceiling, elaborate enough to rival the wall paintings at one of Nobunaga’s palaces. He’s lying in the biggest bed he’s even seen since coming to this city, on sheets of pure silk and snugly tucked in beneath thick and luxurious covers. There are more pillows around him, at least six or more in total, and a giant effigy made out of white feathers looming above like a--wait. 

Did that thing just move?

Motion ripples through the wall of feathers--which Yagen quickly realizes is a neck, attached to a giant bird head with a piece of paper stuck to the end of its awfully sharp beak. The creature blinks once, its eye easily about the size of the tantou’s fist, before bending down to dangle the note in his face. 

Slowly, very slowly, Yagen backs himself against the headboard until he’s half sitting up, and squints at the writing on the paper. There’s a lot of excited sentences, something about sorry and Fox Village and most importantly, your weapon had a crack in it so I brought it to the blacksmith there! 

At the bottom is a scribble that his sluggish mind takes too long to form into words before realizing it’s only a doodle. Of a face. Smiling at him, with cute hair bows and a wink to match:

Oh. It’s the person from his nightmares. 

The creature gives a puff of breath, and nudges its head at Yagen, impatient to get the paper off. The tantou quickly takes the note before scooting to a corner of the bed. He notices that the bird-like beast also has four very large, very sharp talons.

What is this. What is this.

Am I...still dreaming!?

In the aftermath of his speeding accident, Yagen finds alone himself in a fancy hotel room with one (1) lone hippogriff, courtesy of Astolfo.

[gudakesa-blog]

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So is that a yes?