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Meet Disaster || Rosekken

He had not heard the approaching person until they spoke making him turn quickly to meet them, eyes wide, like a deer caught in the headlines and under too much stress to make any snap decision. 

As soon as she said that accusatory line, oh it’s you, though, Drakken recognized her as well from their shared experiences within that anomaly. She was hard to forget after he had abandoned her in the garden, her not so subtle gifts, and then finally when she had punched him unjustly! 

It was mortifying because in that stupid dream he had been nothing but a servant who still went by the name of Andrew Lipsky. Neither of which he was here! She had been introduced to the worst version of him and he did not want her to think that’s who he would remain in the real world. Especially not some fool who would be on his knees before anyone else begging for forgiveness! He had moved here to start a respectable reputation, not a worse one. 

“I’m fine!” he snapped at her, taking a step back and hitting his head again. Drakken made a frustrated noise, both at the pain and at the plant for making him look like an idiot. He turned around to still the pot and step out from under them. 

“And no, not you! I mean, me. I’m not me! Or- no I’m me! I’m not who you think I am!” His hands curled into fists at his sides as he grew more annoyed at his mouth for not working with him here. Drakken huffed, fingers stretching out as he put his hands out to stop this whole situation from going any further. “I am not the person you remember from that dream.” 

The last time the redhead had seen this man, she had broken his nose when he had unexpectedly dragged her off to some darkened corner of the opera, in the town-wide dream. It served him right that she had broken his nose. He had been babbling about how she must know his secret and was either mocking or blackmailing him.

Though in hindsight, she supposed that perhaps he had misinterpreted the titles of books she had sent. It was to be seen how they could be  misconstrued considering the secret he had been hiding. When her actual message had been, learn some manners. 

However, here he was being generally disagreeable and hostile towards her. When she was merely trying to extend an olive branch. The pixie hadn’t even insisted that he paid for the damages, and now he was trying to unsuccessfully convince her that he was remotely the same person that he had been in the dream. Then again, she hadn’t been either, not for a long time. 

Her blue scanned the flower carnage and she pursed her lips disapprovingly, a en eyebrow arching. “Mhm. Okay. Come on inside and I’ll get you an ice pack, and you can tell me how you’re not Lord Andrew Drakken, while you help clean up the mess you’ve made. I’ve got some sugar cookies and sweet tea in the back.” She beckoned him with a finger before she turned on her heel, and started inside, not before a small moment of hesitation.  “Unless, you want to pay for everything, and be on your way?”

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If you don't think that Rosetta would wear a designer tailored cast cover, if she broke her arm. You are wrong.

#a study of flowers || headcanons

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Fairy Odd Roommates II Ronibs

Rosetta almost always insisted on closing the shop herself, if she had the time. And having decided to postpone her hollow visit, she had her time free to lurk around the shop. It was like a third home to her, and she had work there so long, that she knew exactly how the owner liked things, or rather the way they both of them could agree on how closing things should be done. There were supplies to be refilled, floors to sweep, trash to take out, and plants to tend to and put to bed. Not to mention the closing of the registers and leaving instructions on orders and duties for the opening employee. 

The majority of the closing duties had been taken care of, and everything looked to be in order. Now, she just had to wait for closing time to arrive, so she could lock up. The majority of the money from the tills had been counted and added to the safe. Aside from a lone register for last minute customers, that would be handled by the opening team. She had just finished spritzing the plants in the back with water and checked everything, before returning to the front of the store. Only to be greeted by a man dressed quite well. 

Maybe he was on his way to a late date and needed flowers? She plastered a smile onto her face, and wiped her hands on her floral apron. Her heels clicking against the floor and she moved behind the counter. “Hello, welcome to Garden Grove. Are you looking for anything?” 

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Retail Therapy | Babette & Rosetta

Swynlake tended to nudge you around a bit, Babette had found. It had been strange to get used to at first, but the day she was encouraged to go into the florist and treat herself to a bouquet she barely noticed it. Rosetta had been friendly and easy to talk to, and it wasn’t often Babette made female friends without a working relationship coming first, so she was delighted. 

The most recent tumble into an alternate reality had not had much of an impact on Babette; she’d remained a nanny, working for rich households and pining after people she had no right to pine after. She was glad to be back to normal, or whatever her normal was now, but it made her crave some of the more modern wonders of their world. Like jeans and shopping centres. 

So without much convincing she’d managed to snag Rosetta on one of her days off, for a trip into the Next Town Over for some window shopping and general girl talk. Being surrounded by the steady stream of normal people living normal lives always held a novel sort of amusement for a while after returning, and Babette soaked it in readily as they wandered the streets. “So, you must tell me, what have you been reading lately? This most recent dream of our town has me interested in period romances, you know? They are not usually my style.” 

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Eventually, Rosetta was able to mostly shake off the remnants of that dream world, at least to the point they no longer stung. It had hurt to wake up and not only lose her husband and parents again, but she had a found-family there, and close friends. It made Rosetta even consider attending the speed dating thing, if only for a moment of loneness. Really, she needed to reach out and strengthen attachments with friends and acquaintances she had in town and in the hollow. Maybe it would stave off the echoes of her footsteps in her big empty house. 

When Babette had suggested that they have a girls day out, she had quickly seized the opportunity.  However, when the conversation of her latest reading material had come up, she paused. She had her share of period romances, but to her embarrassment, her latest reading material was read exclusively online. No one from Chapter Three or the town needed to know that she was currently binge reading trashy supernatural romance novels. They weren’t exactly well thought of by the magick community. 

What could she say? Some of them were good for a laugh, especially at the facts that the writers would get wrong. There was mystery, adventure, and it was nice to see herself occasionally represented. If if the majority were vampires, witches, werewolves and shifters. Her brow knit together as she tried to think of something aside from her current reading material. There was that one about that shop obsessed secretary, wait no... she becomes the unwilling queen of the vampires.

That mystery novel series was about a wannabe pet psychic, who was actually a witch. The fashionable vampire. No. Panic was starting to form in her mind as she searched for any title. No, that one was about a goth teenager who falls in love with a vampire, kissing tombstones or something. “The notebook. It’s kind of period, but more recent, I’ve read it many times, but I just can’t get over how enduring their love story is.  The Kiss Quotient is also a very good read if you want something more spicy. This mathematician pulls a pretty in pink, but it’s much more r-rated.” 

#a modern fairy tale || babette

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dr-drckken​:

Meet Disaster || Rosekken

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Drakken still had a bad taste in his mouth about that whole…whatever the hell that dream he had awoken from the day after Valentine’s had been. He had woken up and looked around at the various snacks that surrounded him on the bed and the Emma (2009) BBC miniseries playing on his laptop and just figured his brain must have not taken too kindly to the overload on junk food. 

But at school that day all the kids and other teachers had gone on about this dream that he had to learn that it was some sort of magic the town put them under. A shared dream! Which meant that everyone in it had dreamed their roles and that meant those that had spoken to him had seen him as some servant! Ugh, how revolting. 

Just a week later Drakken had been walking down the street, on his way back home from the store, when he made the mistake of passing by the flower shop. He had been meaning to get some sort of house plant for his room since they were proven to enhance oxygen levels and productivity! 

Drakken stepped forward to inspect some of the plants out front. When someone’s car horn went off he popped up and knocked his head against one of the hanging pots above him. It swung off its hook and went crashing to the ground. He stumbled back at the sound of it smacking the concrete and hit the next one off with his head, too. 

Rosetta had spent the past week contemplating the past anomaly. You’d think that after living in the town for around fifty years she’d be used to these occurrences. But the events that rewrote her or cast her into an entirely new life, always unsettled her. Some things of course always seemed to transfer over, but in this last instance it was almost as though someone hit a reset button, erasing decades of her life. 

However, the chaos of  Valentine's Day orders, had kept her from over analyzing things as much as she could have. The redhead was definitely planning on spending a weekend in the hollow. If only to remind her, that her relationship and place there still existed and hadn’t been displaced by the dream. 

Nor was she interested in the upcoming speed dating event. Tonight, all that she had planned was a home spa date, with chocolate covered strawberries, take out food, and a (not regency) romance novel. Maybe something kind of Hallmarky. She was in the back tending to a drooping fern (nearly dead) that someone had dropped off in hopes that Rosetta could revive it. 

While plant hospital wasn’t exactly apart of Garden Grove’s official business duties, sometimes Rosetta would taken on the odd plea. It was satisfying to her to bring back something from the brinks of death and restore beauty to some ugly withered thing. However her inspection was interrupted by the sounds of things breaking, a flower pot. 

Her floral apron was hastily thrown on to protect her floral skirt and pink blouse from the possible mess, and her pink heels clicked loudly as she rushed to examine the damage. “Are you alrigh-- Oh It’s you.” She had seen some unfortunate soul playing bull in a china shop, her concern morphing into surprise when recognized the stranger. Ah, yes. The not lord, whom she had punched and broken his nose. Her hand ached at the phantom memory. Her eyes surveyed the plant carnage, and the hapless man. 

Really, he had a knack for getting injured. “How’s your head?  Do you need an ice pack?” She could save the flowers later, or get one of the other employees to clean up the dirt, sorry potting soil. 

#a modern fairy tale || drakken

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#artistic sensibilities || aesthetics

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artist Nathalie Lete painted her house full of flowers during quarantine

#artistic sensibilities || aesthetics #a study of flowers || headcanons

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hopeless romantics we should unionize

#the rational mind meets the irrational heart || musings

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Rosetta has an enormous collection of interesting high heels, aside from her extensive normal designer collection. She also will have themed outfits, using shoes from many the brand Irregular Choice. And she will plan or have an outfit made around one of these zany pair of heels. Rosetta normally lives in highs heels while out amongst the townspeople, though she will wear other shoe types upon occasion. But you can bet, she has shoes meant for every possible event.

#a study of flowers || headcanons

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cassis milk chocolate brownie

#sip nectar from flowers || food & beverage

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instagram | atelierjuno

#artistic sensibilities || aesthetics

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#this is so cute

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🌷Creeping Avens flowers💐

(botanical name: Geum Reptans)

Very ethereal ✨

#earthly delights || hobbies & interests #artistic sensibilities || aesthetics #favorite things

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Presentation oufit: A hand embroidered dress of blue taffeta, with ivory satin. Paired a pearled fan, diamond floral jewelry and hair accessories, with blue jeweled slippers and gloves. Her red hair done in a tasteful semi-updo. 

#brrp #brrppresention #brrppresentionoutfit #brrpwardrobe

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Character Name: Rosetta Larkspur Covington

Title/occupation: Lady/ Ward of the Viscount

Age: Twenty-one

Sponsor: Seamus MacTunnag 

Magick Status: Magick 

Accoutrement: Pearled Fan

Accomplishments: Well-Traveled, Well-Read, A Good Shot. 

Biography: 

Rosetta hails from New York in the United States, she was born in the countryside to an unusual pairing of a garden-pixie mother and human father. Her father was a steel baron, who had met Rosetta's mother during a summer outing at the estate home in upper New York.

The marriage was a quiet affair, the couple preferring the seclusion of the countryside, where neighbors asked less questions. As she grew up, Rosetta exhibited the affinity for flowers and plants that her mother had, and the estate garden was the envy of their surroundings.

Despite her mixed magick parentage, Rosetta was educated as a proper young lady befitting her family's fortune, and she wanted for nothing- aside from more trips into the city to buy gowns and attend festivities. Fearing that her young daughter may be snubbed due to her pixie roots, Rosetta's mother arranged a marriage match with another pixie family trying to strike out in the world of man. 

There were many playdates, and letters exchanged by the young kids as they grew up. However plans could change in a moment, and when Rosetta lost both her parents in a carriage accident, the fifteen year old found herself shuttled off to England, her guardian an old friend of her father's, Seamus MacTunnag.

While she adjusted to the tragedy, and the move-- with marriage already figured out, the redhead was immersed in whatever activities Seamus saw fit to tutor his young charge in. There were fantastical trips all over the world, and she was encouraged to try out whatever hobby struck her fancy, however feminine or not they may be.

However, when she was eighteen tragedy struck again and Rosetta lost her intended and childhood friend in another accident. After a period of mourning, she finds herself about to enter the marriage market for her first season.  However, she is charmed by the romanticism of the affair, or at least what she's heard about it. If nothing else, it gives her something to talk about with her found family that she has at the manor.

#Brrp #Brrpprofile

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1000 Picspams Challenge | #376 Modern Disney | Disney Fairies

#artistic sensibilities || aesthetics

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London at Harrods

The redhead’s hands fidgeted restlessly in her lap, at least her white vegan leather gloves helped her from clicking her manicured nails together. A nervous habit, though she continued to smooth down her red double breasted Versace coat, in attempts to smooth any wrinkles in the likewise red designer dress beneath. Even her Louboutins matched the color scheme, as the pixie had ditched her normal pink color palette in favor of something more eye catching. If she was going to go out shopping in the best designer shops that London had to offer, she wanted to look her best. 

However, passing as a human in NTO and posing as a human in London were two very drastic things, at least in Rosetta’s opinion. And she had to be mindful that her carefully arranged hair and winter hat continued to conceal her pointed ears. But nonetheless she was extremely excited to be on the train with Winston. 

He had offered to escort her on a shopping trip to London, to the famous Harrods department store. A location that Rosetta would have never dreamed about stepping foot in by herself. It just simply wasn’t safe as the rest of England wasn’t as forward thinking as Swynlake. She stole another glance out of the window, before turning her attention to her coworker and friend. “Thank you again for this. I haven’t had many chances to experience London. And you are just the bees knees for taking me.” 

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#a modern fairy tale || wintson