winter rose;

~ indie rp ~ highly selective/private ~ lost into a world that doesn't exist. ~

[wintcrstcrfall]

hello, hello !! i’m snow, 25+ years old and this is my private and very selective rp blog. that being said, it doesn't mean i won't accept new writing partners, just that they will need to message me first/reply to an open starter. thank you for choosing this little corner of my writing space !!

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[loredrops]

time, elastic and vicious, snapped back into motion the instant his palms found her cheeks. heat pooled there first—then the old warning flare, the one that whispered he can still unmake you. maeve made herself breathe through it, counted the beats against the pads of his thumbs. what did she want? question shivered down her spine. want was dangerous territory. want had cost her ten years. “i want…” her voice cracked like ice. she let it; she’d grown tired of polishing herself smooth. "you could give me a ride tomorrow. i have to meet with my parole officer, and then start looking for a job." maeve felt the weight of everything she could have said—save me from myself; rewrite the ending; hold me until the bad years feel like rumor. but each of those was a door she wasn’t brave enough to unlock tonight. the request sounded embarrassingly ordinary once it was out. that was the point, though—keep it simple, keep it surface level, so neither of them had to drown in the deep end just yet. "unless you're busy then i get it." blinking up at him, she tried again, softer. “or if you want to stay tonight. on the sofa. i just — i don't really like being alone..." she should step away. establish distance, reclaim oxygen, but her muscles refused the order. maybe she was selfish enough to steal a little comfort before the inevitable fallout. prison had been crowded, deafening — and yet loneliness there had gnawed her bones hollow. now freedom echoed even louder. she swallowed. don’t retract it. let the words stand. they were small, but they cost more courage than screaming ever had.

[wintcrstcrfall]

The cliche all writers tried to avoid like the plague was that a person was holding their breath without realizing and in one heady moment Thomas was reduced to simply this. Only she could turn him into this type of man, his heart always bared and bleeding, ready to give and receive whatever it was that she needed. Some might call it toxic or enabling or foolish, but to him it was simply the risk of being in love alive. And when her words landed like a gentle whip, only then did he exhale and close his eyes. The request was so simply that he felt tempted to say that he would do it again and again for her, until she needed him, but years had taught him to smother his words when it came to Maeve. What he used to restrain before, now it had to fight to get out, because the fear of pushing her away was bigger than any other. "I'll stay." The simple words were firm, said only after a moment of silence. When he'd decided to come that night, there was nothing guaranteed, nothing promised, but this felt like the biggest peace offer he could've hoped for. "And of course I'll give you a ride. Not only tomorrow too, but whenever you need. I hope you know that." The fact that she wasn't pulling away didn't go unnoticed and the man feared of doing the wrong thing that would tilt everything to the side. With a careful smile, his thumb caressed her cheek once more before slowly retreating. Hand slid down and rested on her shoulder for a second more before falling even lower, down her arm and over her back. She finally felt real to him, the years without her nothing but a bitter memory that he could finally try to forget. The changes on her face, in her eyes, were what convinced him to slowly pull away, not crowd or control her, but give her the space to make her own decisions. Showing her that despite everything, he still trusted her more than he trusted anyone else. "Have you eaten? I can make us something before going to sleep."

[loredrops]

the color is what jolts him first. that deep, uneven purple blooming beneath her skin, edged with a sickly yellow-green. he’s seen it before—thirty odd years ago, on wrists much like val’s. back then, he’d been eight and too scrawny to be any kind of shield. his mother — tall, bright eyed when the house was quiet, had learned to muffle cabinet doors, to angle sleeves just so. but kids notice patterns the way he notices angles now. "woah — hey, slow down. " he stayed where he was, three long strides away, not wanting to crowd our throw her off more than she already seemed. touching her without permission right now would be a theft of autonomy; he knew that. so he mantained a distance. "i need… context, val. i don’t know how worried to be.” fatherhood rewired him. raising maya taught him how fragile small wrists are, how praise can scaffold a spine or snap it. so when he sees bruises on val, instinct vaults straight from bedtime stories to ballistic calculations —because the world already aims low, and girls deserve taller walls. she wouldn’t meet his eyes. shock posture: shoulders slightly forward, gaze skittering. he recognized it. he'd seen it with his mother. “look, i’m not going to interrogate you. but bruises like that don’t grow on their own.” his fingertips tapped once against his thigh, a restrained fidget. “if someone hurt you today, it’s my business only as much as you want it to be. my priority is you feeling safe right now." all the signs point to the culprit. the same inmate he’d gently cautioned her about—statistically prone to escalation, history of grabbing female staff. he tastes copper at the memory of her shrug, the soft “i can handle him.” maybe she can. but handling shouldn’t have to include finger-print shadows blooming on her skin.

[wintcrstcrfall]

Her whole body had braced for impact, the way one could scramble to do it in a second before a car crash. Neck tense, heart beating out of sync, with choking fear looming over her shoulders. Knowing the logic behind all of those reactions did nothing to ease the burden and it was the precise reason why even therapists needed someone to talk to, when it became impossible to shoulder all of it alone. But as Maurice's words washed over her, Val couldn't fathom the relief flooding her. She hadn't expected to be caught off guard the way it'd had happened, and once the control was out of her hands she felt flimsy at trying to regain some of it back, yet him keeping a distance was what stood out to her. When dark eyes turned towards where he stood, they mapped the way his body was positioned, the singular tap of his fingers against his thigh, and she wanted to do nothing more but tell him that he worried without reason, that he kept away without reason and everything was more than okay with her. The lies stood lodged in her throat and no amount of swallowing could wash them away or force them out. But one thing stood out, unmistakable, more real than anything else in that moment. "I always feel safe when I'm with you. Don't think otherwise." Chancing a look towards his face, Valerie tilted her head to the side and offered a soft smile. "And you don't need to stay all the way over there. Now that the cat is out of the bag, we can just acknowledge it had happened and move on to our date, right?" The dark haired woman realized her wish was impossible to accomplish, the emotions in his eyes too intense to simply be swept away by her saying so. Gritting her teeth, Val looked down where her hands lay in her lap. "It was my fault. I pushed instead of listening more and this is what came of it. It's my fault more than it was his and I know that you won't like hearing that." The silence that came after that was hollow, just a moment before the next storm. "But you should feel everything you need to. And I'm ready to listen and explain. This is what we promised each other, right?" When Val looked up at him again, her eyes were hopeful and softened, less haunted and glazed than a moment ago. "And now I promise you this - I am okay. You don't have to add to your list of worries because despite what today might indicate, I'm safe. Nothing truly bad is going to happen to me. This is... just a step in a very difficult and challenging process."

[honeyvce]

luca absolutely took too much pleasure in it. what started as some convenient little arrangement to stir jealousy and protect egos was quickly blurring into something far more perilous beneath the lights of his club. because annabelle kissed him back like she forgot they had an audience at all. and precisely, luca noticed. every bit of it. the way her fingers slid into his hair so naturally, the little gasp she gave him, the warmth of her body fitting against his chest like she belonged there already. he’d kissed plenty of women before. too many to count, probably, but something about annabelle felt unfairly easy to lose himself in. polished and graceful and tempting in her own quiet way. like skating too fast toward thin ice and enjoying the sound of it cracking underneath you anyway. his grin deepened the second she accused him of enjoying it too much, one hand still settled firmly at the small of her back while the other tilted lazily against her hip. “you say that like you didn’t kiss me back just as hard, baby.” amusement roughened every word, though there was still heat lingering underneath it from the kiss itself. and when her lips brushed along his jaw afterward? luca nearly forgot this entire thing started as a performance. his eyes lowered briefly, lashes hooded now while he exhaled slowly through his nose, trying and failing not to enjoy the affection entirely too much. then came the question. is he watching yet? luca let out a low chuckle beneath his breath before finally lifting his gaze over her shoulder toward the crowd across the club. it didn’t take long to spot him either. annoyed. stiff. staring directly at them from across the room like he wanted to set something on fire. perfect. luca’s smirk turned slower after that. meaner around the edges. because if there was one thing he excelled at, it was getting under somebody’s skin. “oh, he’s watching.” his attention drifted back toward annabelle immediately afterward, eyes dragging slowly over her face beneath the flashing lights. luca more interested in her reaction than the actual target of this little game. “pretty sure he hates me already.” there was another beat passed before luca leaned closer again, mouth hovering just beside hers this time. “wanna make it worse?”

[wintcrstcrfall]

The grin on his face was wolfish and Anna wasn't surprised one bit. It took a certain kind of person to agree to do what he had and while it went without saying that she was desperate, when it came down to categorizing him, the emotions were conflicting. Did he do it because he simply did not mind stirring shit up, no matter the consequences? The heat of his touch, confident at her lower back, was speaking all that she was going to get in that moment but the blonde still wondered if she'd ever get the chance to actually ask him what she truly wanted to know. But this wasn't the moment and there were too many eyes on them to try anything else but playing the game. "I'm playing my role," the ice skater felt obliged to say, even if it made her sound defensive. "It's what I do so good on the ice, remember?" It was good that he couldn't look at her eyes in that instant, but she could feel his chuckle reverberating throughout her too, the dark pleasure of it distracting her enough that when Luca's answer actually came it was a surprising blow. Some part of her had still not expected that this would be the thing to actually work. Hearing about his reaction made her equally glad and unhappy, the emotions in such contrast with one another that she had to hold tighter to him in order to keep the world from tilting dangerously to the side. "Wanna make him want to murder you next?", her lips were pulled into a numb smirk but Luca was already leaning and all Annabelle could feel was the closeness of his body, the suggestive nearness of his mouth hovering just there, enough so she wouldn't doubt his intention but also know that the final lean in could end up being hers. Scratch the deal of a fake relationship, in that moment, this was what felt the most reckless to her - not minding that an almost complete stranger could make her feel things no one else had before. "Fine," the blonde blurted a second before pressing her lips to his, hands sliding to where his were anchored on her body. With tingling lips, she smiled into the kiss before taking a hold of his wrists, fingers sliding over his just when her body started to move with the rhythm. "Come. Dance with me."

[moonrvier]

"Ah, but didn't you hear?" The mischevious glint in his eye became more prominent as he leaned forward, elbows resting against the table now, as if she was some co-conspirator of his. "Artists are notorious for thriving off of validation. Especially from beautiful women." His smile widened, head tilting ever so slightly as he regarded her. Javier wasn't above using his charm -- and really, whatever he could, sometimes -- to get a woman's attention. Especially if the woman in question didn't seem to be as affected by him as the others. He had to admit, it was refreshing, and maybe just bruised his ego a little bit. Javier lifted a shoulder in a nonchalant shrug in response to her question, the smile not quite slipping off his face. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe VIP passes for you and your friends.. A ride in our private plane. A personal tour guide at our next destination--" their next stop was going to be in his hometown, after all. "And my amazing company." He lifted his glass of scotch to his lips. "The last three things are just for you, though."

[wintcrstcrfall]

"Okay, okay, consider this me doing my civic duty of helping you remain humble, then." The glint in her eyes was humorous, the tilt of her head just enough so he'd know that her attention was entirely his despite appearing uninterested in his charms. Despite knowing that he wouldn't mind talking to her if she was a diehard fan, there was something more interesting when Marina didn't feel like hanging off of every word that left his mouth. And he knew how to pile them one on top of the other, she was getting certain of that. Some men had a certain feeling around them that came with the life they lived and she couldn't begrudge him for it. On the contrary, it was quite interesting because when would be the next time when she'd get to talk to a rockstar? "Oh wow, you had that one ready to go so easily!" Throwing her head back, the brunette let out an amused laugh before shaking her head in disbelief. "This is all very tempting but I feel obliged to share that I don't plan on turning into one of your groupies." Pushing the glass in front of her to the side, it was her turn to lean closer. "But my friends will disown me if I don't take advantage of the VIP passes, at least, so... I guess its our lucky day." And then, just because, she asked, "Why don't you tell me more about your next destination?"

[dcydrecmings]

The tone of his voice almost made her wince, but she kept as composed outwardly as she could. She didn't like the idea of him losing somebody he could turn to, but she thought it was healthiest for them in the long term. "We were friends first." The words not as confident as she'd like them to be. "Why wouldn't we be able to go back to it? Everyone could use more friends in their lives."

[wintcrstcrfall]

"Yeah, well... haven't you heard you can't go back to being friends with someone you know intimately?" His words weren't aimed at making her uncomfortable, but the bluntness of it all might serve as a good reason to make her realize this was it and there was no turning back. Not to mention, he was feeling rather desperate even thinking about losing her. "I don't need many friends, Ashley. I just need you to keep seeing something good in me, so I can believe in it as well. Is that so selfish of me to ask?"

[dcydrecmings]

Shaking his head at her words, he shifted slightly to sit straighter. "You don't need to apologise. I'm fairly certain sleep isn't a crime." Reaching one hand up to comb it through his hair, and keep his mind occupied so he didn't say something ridiculous. "Do you want breakfast?" He finally decided on, eyes glancing over at his bedroom door. "I'm no Michelin chef, but I think I can handle making some eggs. Maybe even an omlette if you're feeling like something less basic." As he spoke, he was suddenly struck by how much he didn't want her to leave. At least not so soon.

[wintcrstcrfall]

"No, I know, but..." ... but wasn't sleeping entangled with your friend considered some reason to apologize for? She hadn't meant to seek his comfort, but her subconscious had had other ideas, to her utmost mortification and surprise. The way this feeling was strangely good to her was buried somewhere beneath the shame and awkwardness that came first and the brunette didn't want to dwell too much on it, lest her cheeks risked to never stop being red. "Breakfast? That sounds..." Azalea couldn't remember if there had been a moment in time when anyone had offered to make her breakfast, and the realization made her shuffle, eyes unable to meet his. "Lovely. If I'm not too imposing, that is. Do you have anything important you need to do?"

[wintcrstcrfall]

hello, hello! i survived (somehow) the most grueling, non stop 12+ hours work weeks and i hope i'll be able to get my mind and muse back soon-ish. thank you for everyone who's been nothing but patient with me, i promise i'm excited to get back to all of our plots 😭🤍 also, as a side note, my dm's are always open for plotting or chatting or anything you might need 💕

[promptshelf]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄.

› prompts from holly black's novel the cruel prince (2018). feel free to tweak as you see fit.

“i hate you because i think of you. often.”

“have i told you how hideous you look tonight?”

“if you hurt me, i wouldn't cry. i would hurt you back.”

“what could i become if i stopped worrying about death, about pain, about anything?”

“instead of being afraid, i could become something to fear.”

“that seems entirely backward.”

“i can be charming. i charmed you, didn’t i?”

“do not expect others to share my depraved tastes.”

“i am going to shame you with my defiance.”

“let me remind you that means you have much to lose and i have nothing.”

“i will make sure you lose everything i can take from you.”

“i promise you this is the least of what i can do.”

“i am what you made me.”

“i have lied and i have betrayed and i have triumphed.”

“because i want to see what you will do.”

“i want to be part of the unfolding of the tale.”

“there’s always something left to lose.”

“i suppose i could love anyone.”

“that’s what comes of hungering for something.”

“you really do want me, and you hate it.”

“i will go as far as there is to go.”

“show your power by appearing powerless.”

“i am tired of caring.”

“i will not even stand in front of misery that you choose for yourself.”

“we don't need to be good. but let's try to be fair.”

“this is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“i am weak. i am fragile. i am mortal.”

“i have always been scared, since the day i got here.”

“i live with that fear, let it settle into my bones, and ignore it.”

“only idiots aren’t scared of things that are scary.”

“go ahead. insult me.”

“i do not yearn to be their equal.”

“sharpen your heart.”

“i am coming unraveled. i am coming undone.”

“having stepped off the edge, what i want to do is fall.”

“this isn’t how people show loyalty.”

“what if, when everything else is different, i’m not?”

“whoever controls the king, controls the kingdom.”

“get down here before you’re recognized.”

“maybe being a monster was my calling.”

“there’s safety in being awful.”

[dirtyflcwers]

listen I want some real angst. i’m talkin, muse a is in this dumb ass relationship where their s/o is actually a piece of shit and muse b is just so DONE with muse a’s shit like you know you can do better why the fuck are you sticking with them just fucking go. and it’s not that happy full support crap because muse b has seen where being nice about it has gotten muse a, and they know their friend just needs some real tough love. and then like one day muse a and b are arguing hardcore over how irrational muse a is being and muse b is like  ‘i would treat you so much better.’

[kingofthepitt]

the.capture.s03e05.simon.says.

[davinaclaires]

OFF CAMPUS (2026 - ) 1.02 — The Practice

[lasaraconor]

[peeta-mellark]

WILD CARDS 2x13 "Sunrise Sunset"

[onlyhereforangst]

#james really said #bet let me show you

[evcrlasting]

He was quite obviously messing with her but it almost felt like a premonition and she sure as hell didn't need that kind of trouble coming their way. She had just bailed him out a couple days ago and this was how he repaid her? Vera shook her head, blowing out a breath. "If anything happens to our room, I'm going to kick you, Jere." It wouldn't. Danger wouldn't find her room. Even if she was now a little more alert than she had been all day. So much for a relaxing trip. Her ears perked at the sound of snacks. Before she could even process, she had moved over to peek into his bag. He knew her so well, so well that this was clearly spoiling her but she didn't care. "Don't tell me you brought my popcorn." Her threat to kick him irrelevant now. Her hand waved him off, a small grin on her face. "Why? I just have to outrun you if they come." Of course if it were to happen, she would never leave him behind but there was no harm in jokes. "Sounds like a plan. Plus we can see just how far it is and how big it is."

[wintcrstcrfall]

"Kick me? Never knew this violence could be found in you but still, I'd love to see you try, shortcake." It was humorous and adorable watching her scramble to take a peak at the snacks he'd brought. Jere made a little tsk sound and pulled the bag closed, mainly to keep her guessing. Of course he'd brought the exact type of popcorn she loved. Wasn't that what best friends did? "Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't. You'll have to behave to see. And definitely, no kicking me!" Crossing his arms, the man gave a slight nod with his head towards the bathroom. "Okay then, I'll let you change in peace in there while I change into something more appropriate for a hike. We can leave in fifteen minutes if we hurry!" Then, he turned his back towards her and started to get a t-shirt and pants to substitute his current half-corporate disheveled look. Since he didn't totally mind, until Vera got her stuff, he made progress by unrolling his sleeves and unbuttoning the white shirt.

[evcrlasting]

Maybe it's a sign she needs to go back to her therapist. Her ears filtered with something causing her to hear a tone that clearly wasn't there. Her own desires, maybe. Her tongue pokes the side of her cheek, thick with words she couldn't say. "Maybe - Nevermind. It's nothing." It's something she'll tuck away later. Though she shouldn't. They're just friends, exes who had confessed their love for each other both before and after their break up. For the betterment of both of them, she shouldn't hold onto anything he said. Or she thought he said. At his words, her face lights up. Not bothering to hide her pleasure. "That would be lovely." More than that, his timing is absolutely perfect. "In a minute though, I need a very honest opinion. I wanted to add a new dessert to my menu for the season but I can't fairly judge it myself. Will you try it? Please."

[wintcrstcrfall]

Seeing her face light up as if he'd offered her the most precious gift of all did something to his heart. For a second in time, it got lighter, almost happier - a glimpse of the feelings he used to harbor all of the time when he could call her his. Matthias missed that feeling more than he could ever put into words - especially in that moment, when presented with the memory of everything he used to have and squandered away. "Of course I'll try it. Being your personal soundboard for your little projects is one of my favorite things." When he offered a grin, it was almost as if no pain was coursing through his being, making him utterly miserable every other time of day. But not now. Not with her. "Plus, who says 'no' to sweets? Definitely not me. Bring it on!"