

Rosalina (Rose) Lalonde
@nightterrorPsychologist
Don't call me Rosa. She/It. SRVIVE Partially eldritch being. (A Horror AU version of Rose, dm's are open for rp or getting your character therapy)

Of course I burnt the cigarette out on myself.

I'd say the oncoming headache is a good reason to finally head off to bed.

I should probably go to bed but I have to wait until I stop smelling of smoke, while I actually am very good at monitoring how often I'll smoke a cigarette, Jade and Kanaya still don't exactly like me smoking, and Jade can always smell it on me for at least ten minutes afterwards.

I just wanted to have a cigarette before I went back in for the night and I got startled by one of the strangest, most strangled and just utterly wrong sounding train whistles I've even hear.

Obviously I have a biting kink, it's so obvious I'm not even sure if it's worth mentioning.

It's a beautiful night, not too warm but not cold sans a cool breeze blowing through, perfect light jacket weather on a nearly perfectly clear night that gives you a full view of the stars. To say the least I'm back on the roof, this time with my wives so that we can all star gaze.

Monday might not be a conventional day for a game night but that's not taking away from the enjoyment in the room. Long story short we've agreed on taking turns trying to play through several Resident Evil games on hardcore mode, every time someone dies they pass off the controller, switch, or steam deck to the next player. No one knows what's going on in any of the stories.

I should bring really bring company next time I'm out here.

I can't say I'm surprised there wasn't enough people for a game but I am surprised not a single person joined seeing as the indie box rereleased today.

GJNZXG Among Us for the hell of it, however this will be my only attempt to start a game today.

It's my turn to watch over Viceroy so I thought I would show them off to Chittr. I understand they're a little creepy looking but keep in mind that they are basically my adopted child that I share custody over with one of my best friends, so don't be mean to them, this is a threat.

There's something very peaceful about sitting on the roof and reading or playing an instrument.

Sneaking out onto the roof alone for the first time in awhile now.

I should really share a picture of Kanaya hunched in front of the fridge, staring directly at the camera at 2am, she's beautiful, unnerving, adorable, and hilarious all at the same time.

Every morning I choose a book to carry around with me based on how unsafe I feel before my first coffee.

Fuck it, I think I'll host Among Us this afternoon.

How many cups of coffee will it take for me to not feel like a corpse today?

I'm begining to wonder if one can develop Stockholm syndrome over the internet.

Once again I have no idea how I'm still awake when i feel like I'm about to pass out at any moment.

First bit of writing I've managed in days and it was written while laying in a bathtub with an inch of water, all while fully clothed and my arms are bleeding...what an interesting combination I apparently required in order for me to write something decent.








