Blood and Yarn

Name or Nickname you go by: ren

Age: 24

Characters you RP: rose, roseri lalond (basically troll!rose heavily inspired by the Connect series of fics), and rose pretending to be dave. elsewhere, tavros, dave, and wow that’s not a lot at all is it.

How long you’ve been RPing: on and off for like ten years

Favorite fandom to RP for: homestuck lately. and by lately i mean for the past like half a year

Are you okay with NSFW RPing?: yup. but mostly on skype and irc

Where else do you RP?: skype & irc

(Source: doctorofdoom)

truculentusgiltine:

thrombolytictiedyer replied to your post: TT: I think I must insist upon a visit. As a significantly younger troll who has much more time on her hands with which to study those human beings as a species, I’m sure I could be of use in its care and feeding. Water is definitely what you should be giving it, if it is suffering from thirst and hunger. Is there any particular reason you don’t wish for me to meet it?

TT: Look at me, all aflush with jealousy. Your new pet is more important than I am? When I’m offering to visit you? Here I thought your affections for me were redder than this kind of neglect would warrant.
TT: In any case, I’m going to venture to you anyway. Your lessons on being without fear and mercy have not been taught for nothing, and they need real world application eventually. If not now, when? I’ll keep out of reach of your human, and if it touches me, I’m sure I can afford treatment of some sort for anything it could give me. I’ll be there shortly.

Fuck.

Your fingers tapped on the keys frantically, trying to think up an excuse, a reason for Roseri to stay away. A risky notion comes to mind, but perhaps one worth trying.

TG: Actually, this may work out very well. I have an errand I need to run. If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, perhaps you would be able to look after the creature while I am gone. Since you are clearly not currently busy.

You’d need to wash off your make-up and clean yourself up some… and find better fitting… poorer clothing… but, yes… this could work.

Rose frowns down at her handheld. She’d actually been intent upon collecting some dyes, but if this human was an actual thing Variolwas keeping, she’d like to see it. Caring for it in her absence was a sure to curry favor with the older troll even while she sated her curiosities about the species.

TT: I wouldn’t go so far as to say I wasn’t busy, but I’m willing to put aside the things I have to do for you.

Roseri imagines she should be awarded for the way she phrases her messages to her Mentor.

It has taken her nine days to repair the damage she willfully did her sash, but with her needles in her hands, Rose has finally finished. She pulls her legs down off of the side of her stone throne as she ties the last knot and smooths the the fabric across her lap, face practically glowing behind her paint with pleasure. Knitting was always a satisfying way for her to pass the time— it helped her to learn patience, kept her fingers nimble and strong, and finishing up a project always left her awash in a sense of accomplishment.

Rose, with a sash largely pale gray, was still a ways off from the overall satisfaction of a job well done. She had dye on hand, of course, but much preferred the more organic stains her garment had accumulated over the course of the months after its initial creation. Stains that were things of beauty, capturing moments in time when a culling had gone wonderfully— or disastrously. Reminders of past conquests and beat downs.

The Right Honorable Magistrate Duchess Whiskers del Tentabeast, pacing and swishing her numerous tails as she went, clearly knew what was on the horizon. As Rose secured the sash around her waist, she murmurs and meows promises of flesh and excitement to her lusus.

“We can depart momentarily,” she says, trailing fingers over the beast’s back as she passed in the direction of the door. She leans against it as she extracts a handheld. She means to consult her three nearest and dearest to tell them to keep out of the area while she’s seeking colors.

grimlittleflower started following you

Hello, tiny human flora.

truculentusgiltine:

Leaning down with ease, she retrieves the chain she set and picks it back up, offering it to Rose.

Then I should let you have some time with your friend, my darling. I’m sure you have a lot of catching up to do, no?

Rose turns her gaze to Dave, eyes colder than seadweller blood, lifts her chin. She examines him as if she is looking at something she was once fond of that is now covered in a layer of mold as she takes the chain, and then smiles vaguely up at her mentor.

Quite a lot, I’m sure.

truculentusgiltine:

Variol doesn’t let the kiss last too long. It just needed to be long enough to make a point. Before she pulled away, she gave a quick but sharp nip to Rose’s lower lip with her fangs, quickly swiping her indigo-tinted tongue across it. Pulling away, she had a devilish grin that she hid before it could really be registered by any observers.

There, that feels much better. Now, have you been in need of anything else?

Rose straightens her back when she’s bitten. She’s not sure if her body meant to carry her closer or away, but she’s irritated with herself for reacting that way in either case. Despite this, she plasters a prim smile on her face.

You’ve already brought me more than I would think to ask.

truculentusgiltine:

Dave’s face screams hatred and anger, but he stays still, watching the scene in front of him. The strange almost-intimacy between them. His eyes, for once not blocked out by his shades, displayed utter confusion at what was happening. Slowly, he slumped against the wall.

Variol smiles and leans in more to close the distance between them. She knows the red blood is behind her, and she knows he wants revenge. And she knows even more that he won’t. But still, the idea of having to put him down amuses her. And kissing Rose in front of her friend amuses her even more. Her hand moves to gently cradle the back of Rose’s head before her darkly-painted lips make contact with the other’s, protruding fangs pressing against them gently as she gives what could be seen as a slightly-more-than-greeting kiss…

It’s difficult to resist straining against the hand at the nape of her neck. It makes her feel trapped, gives her the urge to lash out. The other highblood’s slow, deliberate movements help her keep her head as the older troll moves in to touch their lips together. What is Dave going to think?

No. It doesn’t matter what Dave thinks. Being in her mentor’s good graces is exactly the reason he is alive, and she is not going to feel bad about it, even internally. Still, she looks down and away as she returns the gentle pressure of the kiss.