#ask meme!!

i love u so much honey!!!!!

15. give us a snippet of a wip!

okay for you, let’s have some hanahaki rosenali x

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They perform and it goes swimmingly, not even a hint of sap or rosewater in the back of his throat. It goes so well, in fact, that he's pretty sure he could win. It's between him and Rosé at least.

He tries not to think about Rosé.

He remembers their meeting in the Porkchop Lounge - pink everywhere like cotton candy and cherry soda. He'd smiled, bounced his knees with an affectionate wave and then shook his hand.

And Denali had blushed.

He's blushing now thinking about it, though he's sure the cameras will pass it off as the hot stage lights mixed with exhaustion that will only get worse.

The first true joy he feels in days is in a moment he isn't sure the cameras will catch. Rosé catches his eye, a smirk dancing on his pink lips and then he winks.

And something catches in his throat but he doesn't think it's a flower petal, not this time.

So he winks in return.

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The best gift for Jaz would be any handmade gift. Anything that truly came from the heart would mean the world to him. (The best apology gift for him would be home-baked muffins, that’s how to win him over)

The worst gift would be money. He doesn’t have much use for it, being Irken, and on top of that he has a well paying job,, Money in general is meaningless to him.

He’s incredibly indecisive when it comes to getting people gifts because he’s a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to people’s expectations. He wants to always meet people’s expectations and never wants to disappoint, so he’d be so focused on finding the perfect gift that he almost doesn’t get a gift at all.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

ALL I HAVE IS SCREAMS

THE ONLY WAY I GET MORE EXCITED IS BY ADDING MIK TO IT

i just simply cannot. i love them. so tender and soft. the besties we all need. my one true love. my current hypeerfixation.

look. they’re roommates and that makes me soft as hell.

do i stan? absolutley. do i want more content? yes! are they two pretty girlfriends? yes!!! am i scated for next week? 😩🥺

are they my favourite? no.

ahhh thank you hun!!

5. what’s youre favourite headcannon you use in fics??

oh goodness!!! honestly i have a ton and they’re constantly changing. for taywhora i think it’s that awhora will do anything for tayce to touch her - like making tayce put her eyelashes on for her. for gottrose it’s that gottmik is the more dominant character and it makes rosie turn into putty. and for rosenali i’d have to go with the casual spanish speaking because it makes me so happy.

i have so many more but i’m completely stumped right now!

8. how often do people catch onto your little details?

uhhh, i don’t put in a whole ton of little easter eggs but i have the best readers and commenters and they pick up on all of my favourite little lines. a few of my favs recently have been ‘They roll down like tidal waves crashing against the shore of her nose - her cupid’s bow a graveyard of sailors lips.’ and ‘I’ve never memorised another body quite like I memorised yours.’

i love my readers 🥺🥴

15. give us a snippet from one of your wips!

ahhhh have some gottrose xox

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"Not a girl," they quip, flicking long blonde hair over their shoulder. "Definitely not a man though." Rosé's eyes flicker down to skim their body - clad in slinky black silk. She hums appreciatively.

"Certainly a sight for sore eyes." she leans against the counter, grabbing the eyeliner from her purse and trying to fix the wing that got smudged when Jan grabbed her face to sing Time after Time.

"Well, you're just too sweet." They smile, teeth pearly white even in black lipstick.

"I'm sorry. You're in that dress." She says with a vague and gesture, face still twisted in concentration. She lets out a huff of air when she finally leans back - examining herself with a smirk.

"And you're in that one." Rosé shimmies her hips - the dingy light of the bathroom making the pink satin shine. It clashes with her ginger hair but it does so in the best possible way.

hiya babe!!! thank you for the questions!!!

1. what’s your favourite fic you have under your belt?

i think my favourite fic that i’ve published might be ‘the kind of love you don’t believe in’. the vibes were just right and it’s the one of the most fun writing experiences i’ve had. it just makes me very happy.

2. what is your favourite snippet of dialogue?

oh god this is hard!!!

this is a currently unposted section that i enjoy very much;

"Do you have a name? O' bummer of my fags."

"If you’re so mad about it, maybe you shouldn't smoke," Rosé jokes, her voice purposefully high and self-righteous. She blows some smoke out of her nose, enjoying how it makes her look like a dragon in her half-gone state. "My name is Rosé,” she says, ”Rosie."

"I'd like to taste you, Rosé," They smirk, blowing a strand of hair out of their face out of the side of their mouth - cigarette still grasped between their lips.

They stub it out on the brick windowsill, slipping off the counter onto needle-thin heels like it’s no big deal.

“I’d let you,” Rose says, tilting her head.

“Of course you would.”

the vibes are correct.

also the entire first section of ‘just like a folk song’

“I’m Katya!” She introduces, pushing her hand forward for Trixie to shake. She sees her mama greet people like this, but it seems very strange. She cautiously moves her hand to meet it and they shake rather forcefully.

“Katya?” She repeats, almost a question, half-formed on her tongue.

“Yup! K-A-T-” she pauses, eyebrows scrunched as she tries to remember the next letter. The sun filters through the leaves, speckling her face with dots of light. “Y-A! Katya!”

Trixie giggles, cheeks flushing. She grips her pink corduroy dungaree dress, letting the soft fabric soothe her nerves. “My name is Beatrice,” she says, voice tight like a rope pulled taut. She is being polite. She is a good girl. Katya purses her lips, shuffling from one foot to another. “You can call me Trixie, though?”

Katya smiles, nods slightly. “I would like that, Trixie.”

11. what fanfic ideas havent you done yet?

honestly, i don’t know??? i haven’t written my gottrosenali yet but it’s planned out which has to count for something. i guess i won’t know until i write it!

thank you for asking honey!!!

hiii babs!!!! thanks for the question!!!!

7. how much do you like symbolism in your fics?

oh god you know me - you’ve read my stuff - you know how i love and adore a good metaphor. i think if they’re used well (and i’ll admit sometimes mine aren’t) symbolism can be so powerful! i’m much more of a descriptive writer than a narrative writer so symbolism is truly my bread and butter.

we stan a metaphor.

10. if you could do it all over again what would you change?

honestly i’m not sure? i think i would not plan such massive multichaps i can’t fulfil? i know it puts me under a lot of stress - i also would write more of fics before i start posting them but i have no impulse control when it comes to instant gratification so i don’t know if that would ever change.

i’m really someone who believes everything happens for a reason though so i can’t say i would change much. i like where i’m at!

15. give us a snippet of a wip

i got this question a couple of times so i’m going to throw out different snippets for each: here’s some taywhora x

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Her mum jokes that Georgie was born with a pen in her hand. Ever since she nursery, she’s had a writing implement gripped in her fingers. First, it was crayons - the thick ones that leave a waxy residue that takes a good pump of hand soap to get off.

Then, she graduated to Crayola markers and colouring pencils. She used to draw stick figures in black pen and then colour dresses onto them. She’d draw a tall one and a shorter one. “The shorter one is prettier,” she’d tell Tia, her best friend, and Tia would shrug and keep drawing cows.

She tries as hard as she can through primary to become right handed but she always reverts back to the left - preferring the control she gets in her lines. In her left hand, her handwriting is legible. It lets her get her pen liscence in year four.

When she starts in high school - her and Tia have had a falling out so she resorts to writing her timetable on the back of her right hand every day. She doesn’t have any friends for the first few months so she spends all her free time in the art rooms - her lunches comprising of acrylic paint and hastily eaten wraps when the bell struck.

Still, it’s fine, she’s always had a sense of melancholic loneliness at the edge of her mind - not it’s just a little more vivid.

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