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lucid shrimp and beloved mutual

@theroseempress

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*slides into view on a swivel chair while stroking a stuffed rabbit* i've been expecting you-

Greetings, fair internet travelers, men, women, and potplants! Welcome to my blog! I'm theroseempress, as you probably guessed by the fact that that is my blog name. You can call me any variation of said name, Rose, Empress, whatever. Although calling me 'the' would be a bit odd... well, whatever floats your boat man.

I am somewhere between 13 and 233 years of age, though popular opinion holds that I am of an age between 21 and 34. I will neither deny nor confirm the accuracy of the latter range, though the first range is entirely true.

If you happen to know me IRL and thus know my actual name, no you do not shhhhh. (also since when were you on Tumblr and what are you doing here)

I'm chill with basically anyone (whatever your opinions are on anything) as long as you can be respectful/polite about them. While I do have opinions on all controversial topics (being that I am in fact a human and thus biased) I prefer to stay firmly neutral and out of any Important Debates/politics.

Anyway now that we've got that out of the way; you're probably here because of my writing. If you aren't, then yes, I do that. I also do art, but I'm quite bad at remembering to post any of it on here.

I just recently made a slideshow of all (most) of my WIPs! Here it is!

Most of my WIPs are still... well, WIPs, but I have a Wordpress (carolinaauthor.wordpress.com) where I'll be posting them when they're properly written. I also (theoretically) write fic, I'm on AO3 with the same username as here if you're interested ig.

I also have a writing-centric sideblog @wrose-writes so that's there!

I initially had 'my main WIP is' here, but my 'main WIP' changes at least once a week, so just go check out the writing sideblog and it should say there.

Unfortunately I've concluded I can't really keep up with tag games, but I'm still absolutely onboard with ask games! Or just asks in general to be honest. Seriously, you can come into my inbox and just. I don't know, ask me what I think of snails. It's fine.

Well, that's basically all you need to know, so farewell *kicks off desk and goes sliding dramatically back out of view again*

hey so last night i was looking for charming teddy bears, and what should have been a just and noble quest devolved into a horrible discovery:

for around 200 big ones, you can purchase a teddy bear with the body of a man and the eyes of a creature that knows it should not exist

found this absolute banger of a post in my drafts. it's a good thing i had the foresight not to post it because it's. nigh incomprehensible

my right ear has been blocked recently and i have concluded it has a surprising effect on

a) the ability to hear. my left ear works just fine but apparently not having surround sound for my head makes it a lot harder to judge how loud things are than it usually is

b) my balance??? i keep swaying. why. is it blocked because something's wrong with the Ear Balance Fluid. i'm walking around the house like i just got out of bed at midnight half the time

how could you like the colour yellow

see a therapist immediately

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I actually used to hate it! Like, actually despise it! Yellow was too bright, too loud, discordant, unruly, and clashed with everything. Nothing like what I wanted in my life, nothing I wanted to be.

When I first moved away from home, everything I owned was black. Jet back. As black as I could get. Smooth, cool, sleek, discrete, calm, unassuming. Flexible, cohesive, agreeable black. Fashionable black.

I had a really, really bad time. Unrelated to the decor. It was my first year out of a toxic place I'd grown used to my whole life, my first year acknowledging a mental illness I'd believed to be normal, my first year fending for myself with very little money or sleep or companionship.

I'd grown up on instant white rice and unseasoned ground beef. One day I realized that everything I'd been raised on tasted like cardboard. While out on an assignment, I passed a tent with a woman selling spices, and bought myself some turmeric. I went home and tried making curry with it. It was so yellow.

Another time, my professor took us out to a modern art gallery. I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but when we got there, the whole building had been painted bright sunshine yellow.

The artist's theme was "happiness".

What it is. How we make it. How to share it.

All bright, lovely yellow.

The house I grew up in was beige. The walls were white. The appliances were post 9/11 stainless steel. My job was to be quiet, compliant, presentable and agreeable.

Black goes with everything. Black is neutral. Black is quiet, reserved, elegant and mysterious.

Yellow is warm. Yellow does what it wants. Yellow tastes sweet and spicy and hot and cool, like a summer breeze, like sunflower petals, powdery like dust on a long dirt road and soothing like well-worn linen.

I still like the look of black. I like the look of most colors. But I like the way that Yellow makes me feel.

Do you understand?

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Thank you to everyone in the notes sharing why they love yellow!

I saw a lady today holding a kitten really high up so artistic rendition of it because it made my day. The lil guy was just okay with it

Our local newspaper ran a story about the legendary graffiti artist who recently passed away and. Literally everything about it is fucking insane. I'm insane about it.

So this guy has been extremely active for around fifteen years, during which he spread these beautiful, high quality pieces all over the country, way over a thousand of his standard signature, and probably thousands more. He did completely batshit stuff like literally spray painting an entire train from top to bottom or leaving his signature at the top of a 600ft tall overpass and this whole time, only five people from his crew know who he really is. To everyone else it's a complete mystery.

And then he dies at the age of 35. A few weeks after his death, his crew shows up at his completely unassuming parents' doorstep, reveals who they are and asks if they can host a memorial exhibition of his art.

Turns out, this dude has been leading an insane double life. In the daytime he was a meek little office worker with a partially paralyzed arm and no social life to speak of. In the nighttime he was a fucking legend. Not only did he climb that fucking 600ft overpass, he did it WITH A PHYSICAL DISABILITY. THE MADLAD. And throughout the entire time, fifteen years, he got caught once. ONCE. HE DID ALL THAT UNNOTICED. THAT'S INSANE.

people might think creating OC lore involves a lot of thinking & planning, but in my personal experience, OC development is more like a divine vision from a god slamming you over the head with a mallet while ur doing the fuckin dishes or folding laundry

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