Nina-delarosa:

PLEASE

Marion Lavorre: *is a loving mother to Jester, steps out of the Chateau despite her phobias to bid her farewell, kisses her forehead and gives her a parting gift to remember her by before warning the M9 to better watch after her little girl*

The Mighty Nein: 

*is worried about his family’s whereabouts after they left one by one months ago*

*was rejected and disinherited by her parents because they got a better “replacement” heir when she didn’t meet their expectations*

*biggest regret is killing his loving parents*

*an actual MOTHER who hasn’t seen her child in months*

*an orphan longing for any kind of family and acceptance still mourning the apparent loss of his only father figure*

Me: ADOPT THEM, MARION, ADOPT THEM

The Colorful Stages of Bruises: What’s Going on in There?

I thought this would be useful to those of us whump folk who write. :)

missrosalyngrace:

“That’s awful! And you’re hot! What the heck, that doesn’t even make sense.” Before I start huffing and puffing I compose myself and steel my shoulders.

 “I’m sorry that happened to you. What brings you here?” I ask, urging her to share a little more.

“ That’s. Uh, thanks. What brings me here is that I have no place to live and this was the cheapest place I could afford after..” I mumble the next part. “after stripping for money...”

Knock, knock.

nina-delarosa:

Nina was not expecting that kind of response. “If you were smart, you wouldn’t have fallen through the damn door in the first place,” But she was right, maybe she should help her. She didn’t want to make a horrible impression.

She sighed. “Would you like some help?” She said somewhat sarcastically.

I smile at her. “ I don’t appreciate the sass but thanks. I wasn’t expecting that.”

Oh,shit.

nina-delarosa:

Shit. She’s done it again. Should she chase after her? Probably not. Disappointed in herself, she went across to Peyton’s room and knocked on the door. “I’m sorry.” There was an awkward silence. “I’ll go now,”

I heard her speak but I was crying ugly tears. I can’t let her see me like this. I say nothing. I get up and shuffle my way over to my bed. “ What a day, If my parents were here they would be laughing at me right about now.” I whimper to myself.

Oh,shit.

missrosalyngrace:

“Nina’s not that bad. She’s just got a rough exterior.” I say. Remembering her batteries I fish through my drawer and grab the case. Swinging around, I go to sit beside her on the love seat and hand her the whole case. I then lean forward to grab my donut mug, reverently inhaling while holding it up to my nose. 

“What’s your story?” I ask, head tilting to the side curiously.

I guess.. She seems a little homophobic... Oh, thanks for the batteries.” I fiddle with the package.” Uh um I guess I could talk about my story with you.. I trust you for some reason, even though I’ve known you for like five minutes.. but uh if I say anything I’m gonna need a cig.  Can I?”

Knock, knock.

missrosalyngrace:

“What kind of Burglar asks for batteries? Anyway, once you have some of my hot-cocoa you’ll be more likely to kidnap me so I can produce more, providing that you like hot-cocoa which I’m going to assume you do, since you said yes to my offer.” After finishing my ramble I blush, I haven’t done THAT in while.

 I wave an uncoordinated hand, ushering her in.

“Thanks, uh you’re looking a little red? Are you okay? If you’re scared I’m gonna kidnap you. I’m 19, what am I gonna do? Tickle you? I’m a lazy ass. It’s to much effort to kidnap you.” I rush to make her think I’m not a creepy kidnapping person. ‘uh if you're still up giving me those batteries and a lighter if you have it. I can leave straight away if you want.” 

Knock, knock.

nina-delarosa:

missrosalyngrace:

The scent of vanilla seeps into her nostrils as she gets the board games set up. Rosie had made cupcakes, which were almost ready to come out of her cute little oven. Although she hoped it was appropriate for this kind of thing. Who doesn’t like cupcakes she thought, brushing off her worry. She had finished dinner a while before, Chicken Kiev. It was a Russian meal she found on pinterest after she figured out that Borscht was Russian, and Nina & Nathalia seemed like Russian names so she kind of put two and two together. Oh, and hopefully Peyton approved of the food.

Insistent knocking makes her drop her muse. Furrowing her brow, she jogs over to her front door and opens it up. Standing huddled together is Nina and her two little siblings, with a  grimacing Peyton behind them. She had met the cute little girl, but she hadn’t met the boy, who seemed a little older and more than a little unamused, a look she often saw on Nina. Rosie musters her brightest smile, “Welcome!” She has so got this.

Nina raised her eyebrows as the door opened and the aroma of vanilla cupcakes sunk into her skull. Rosie had really gone all out. She ushered the two little ones inside, watching as Nikolai went to the couch with his Nintendo DS and Nathalia jumped up and down expectantly. “Are their cupcakes?” The little girl squealed excitedly. Nina nodded in reassurance as she walked over to the couch where she sat beside Nikolai. “Nikolai, put that down please, spasibo,” She asked, watching Nikolai huff and move the device away from his face. Nina looked up to see everyone else. “You really went out of your way here, Rosie. Although, it’s very nice,” She admitted. She admired Rosie’s quaint and homey environment. It reminded her of Rosie. She wondered what Peyton thought of all this as Nina sat back and moved her eyes from one child at a time.

Peyton’s breath hitched as she got a glimpse of the room over Nina’s shoulder. Rosie had really gone all out with the board games. There wasn’t an inch of empty space on her coffee table. It was amazing. Peyton looked around with wide eyes. She inhaled through her nose to smell the lovely scent of vanilla. “Man, if only home was like this,” Mumbled Peyton. letting out a long whistle in amazement. “ Rosie, you really out did yourself. This is awesome!- Hey does anyone wanna play Clue?” She speaks over her shoulder as she goes to sit down near the little guy. “ You wanna play a board game with me, big guy?” Peyton reaches over to grab Clue with her bad arm and winces. She looks down to see a red splotch expanding on her shirt sleeve. Looking at it, she begins to internally panic afraid that everyone will see.

Outing with the family, Rosie & unexpected guests

That is fair. I like life. Life is good.

You need wings? I got you, flyman..flyboy. I’ll work on it. Send me the details. I’m firing up the engines as we speak. I’ll bring them safe and whole, Nik. That’s a promise.

But nah, no owing. Just say you’ll race me again sometime and we got a deal.

And congrats to all of you on the little one. Bet she’s a cutie.

Heard you may be in need of a pilot? Also in possible need of snacks? I come bearing both.

A lot of latter. Too much of the latter. Please take some. Give them to your boys too, yeah?

- @sgt-reaper

aye, talk to Nik.

missrosalyngrace:

Well, I have a couple double a batteries, that okay?” I shuffle on my fluffy feet awkwardly. “Want some hot-cocoa?” I offer. “I just made a homemade batch, should probably use the rest up before it gets cold.”

On one hand I applaud myself for being so nice. On the other hand, now have to talk to someone.

“Wha-what? let me clarify. you want me to come in? The sketchy tattooed chick that knocked on your door. I could be a burglar for all you know! I’m not but still, you need to be careful who you let in! On the hot cocoa offer, though. Sure.” I lean on the doorway.

Knock, knock.