5, 8, 15! xx
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.
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