#vinterose

[northsrose-a]

rubs my essence all over your blogs

my blogs are now covered in glitter and i will never forgive you

[northsrose-a]

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🍓 IN EXCHANGE FOR COMPLIMENTS!

NOCT. lmao get ready, you asked me to insult you so here goes: i want to pinch you every time you say smth deprecating about your writing! how dare you! i have read your shit, so don't lie to me! you are a wonderful, talented, exquisitely engaging writer, and i will hear no more of this slander! say one more unsavory word about it and the chancla will materialize in these hands! no but seriously... i think you're so goddamn talented, and you're like a walking encyclopedia of historical things. i am always in awe of the depth and vastness of your knowledge??? pls... share some brain cells with me. you're also one of those people who has had to put up with my stupid ass for 2+ years now, so thank you for your friendship and patience uwu. please drink some water always, and rest when you're tired. i think any iteration of your OC you come up with is super neat. canon can go [redacted] itself. most of all, please be kind to yourself or else. if you don't think i will materialize all of sudden behind you in the mirror to remind you that you are good, and talented, and much beloved, then you underestimate my power. i love you so much <3

[northsrose-a]

👂🏻👂🏻👂🏻👂🏻👂🏻👂🏻👂🏻 c:

send 👂🏻 if you can hear my character's voice in my writing.

love you <3333 kissing u on the nose. (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

[shawkyarchive]

shawky  is  startled  by  strange  eyes  and  a  strange  expression  ,  a  taut  gaze  that  seems  to  harden  the  longer  it  LINGERS  .  while  his  mind  filters  memories  and  scrambles  for  recognition  ,  he  grips  the  mug  of  coffee  at  his  right  and  tries  to  break  the  stare  ,  tries  to  escape  the  burdensome  pressure  of  don’t  i  know  you  from  somewhere  ?  he  knows  her  .  he’s  seen  her  before  .  damn  him  if  he  can’t  remember  .  damn  him  if  he  keeps  on  staring  ,  eyes  locked  ,  position  unclear  .  for  a  moment  ,  his  dark  brows  furrow  keenly  ,  darting  behind  the  round  rim  of  his  glasses  ,  and  shawky  starts  to  mouth  .  he  starts  to  curl  his  lips  into  a  question  ,  a  casual  how  do  i  know  you  ?  (  which  almost  seems  commonplace  within  this  crowded  new  york  café  ,  something  easy  to  perform  ,  a  common  practice  )  ,  but  the  longer  shawky  stares  . . .  the  more  he  starts  to  REMEMBER  .  a  mansion  .  tall  trees  .  a  few  difficult  gates  to  cross  and  a  half-opened  window  .  stolen  art  .  stolen  pieces  ,  trapped  in  a  gilded  cage  .  and  accepting  eyes  that  turned  to  look  the  other  way  . . . 

this  is  the  woman  that  SPOTTED  him  then  .  this  is  the  woman  who  knew  his  plan  ,  who  saw  the  fabergé  egg  tucked  under  his  arm  and  said  nothing  .  this  is  the  woman  who  𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍  𝚑𝚒𝚖  𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕  .  did  she  see  the  news  ?  the  lost  ,  infamous  nécessaire  egg  ,  safe  again  ,  returned  ,  enlightened  . . .  found  by  archaeologist  seth  shawky  ?  did  @vinterose  also  connect  the  dots  ?  he  doesn’t  have  time  to  find  out  .  his  mouthing  changes  ,  abandons  the  curious  question  in  favor  of  fear  .  shawky  grabs  his  coat  .  oh  crap  .  he  leaves  his  mug  .  he  tries  to  leave  the  café  .