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Looks like I haven't posted anything in a record-breaking ten days. I've been tired and busy. Don't worry, I have not left the fandom or anything

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Unholy Trinity of Ephemera

By @horizontaldancer0. I/we look amazing. About to set it as my new profile pic.

Allow me to explain:

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MC has filled 1,000 Graves 🎶🎵

The song is "One Thousand Graves" by Sonsombre. I got to use a great song by my current favorite band and simultaneously cast judgement on mass-murdering MC.

Thanks to everyone who contributed their MC! @horizontaldancer0 @sythine @slytherinsomniari @everaftermagic @okeydokeylackey & MJ

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The Rookwood Groupies server's first anniversary was December 2nd.

Woops, I missed it.

Anyway, here's to a full year of depravity and counting!

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🎵🎶 Doing great things with AI... Terrible! Yes.. but great.

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Presenting my best (Gen) AI Victor Rookwood Pictures (so far).

"Come."

Some may know the significance of that chair...

His vest is missing because he just got re-dressed hurriedly... Damn, that man fine.

This is what it originally wanted to do when I said "galleon" like an idiot.

That'll be all.. For now.

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This is a random question but how do you make the AI pictures? Like what app is it in curiosity or website?

I'm using OpenArt.AI

Hope this helps!

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Nothing to see here, just me shipping myself with Daddy Rookwood!

"Never come near me or my crazy obsessed goth girl ever again."

He must have been saying something particularly salacious right then...

uWu what's this?

This could be us, but you don't know Expelliarmus.

Our gothic romance...

More coming... that don't feature "me"

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Some pics from the intro.

No clue what my arm is doing there.

The dragon kept disappearing when I went into Photo Mode at Horntail Hall...

Poppy very upset about what she's seeing. So upset she wouldn't come out of disillusionment and I couldn't get through the door.

When this lone tracker returns to find the renegade fifth year presenting herself to him in his tent..

Leech juice!

H Wm. Macnair. In the second pic he reminds me of Miss Clavel running fast and faster.

I wonder who has this posh Ashwinder tent.

oops.

Rookwood Castle Repository

Protego!

"Scrope swears he wasn't doing anything untoward with his beloved Master's bust. No siree."

Poor sheep trapped in the Wand Mastery battle arena.

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Pics from the first mine with Seb.

Officer Singer sneezing sequence.

This little feller's name is Pergit. (Korrow Ruins)

The Map Chamber is really beautiful.

Ominis with his arm stuck through a door.

Even Poachers are making snowmen.

I love this guiding ribbon thing. It's so pretty, except when I constantly accidentally trigger it during like a battle. And that hallway is amazing too.

Sacharissa Tugwood.

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WIP Game

Thanks for the tag, @azrielya. I feel pretty bad about how unproductive I've been with my writing of late. Tagging @slytherinsomniari @blueraineshadows @grandeoatmilklatte @storylord23

Despite a lack of updates for more than two months now, Devoutly to be Wished is still very much in progress. Here's an excerpt from the next chapter or so that has not been published yet:

Anne sat in the grass, the damp of the earth seeping through her skirts – almost as if icy tendrils from the dead buried beneath her were trying to drag her down towards them. It was dark, and though she could see the flickering candlelight, fires, and stoves from the village below, that’s not where Anne was focusing her attention. No – in fact, she’d avoided the village quite carefully as she made her way to this place – her favorite place to sit and think. At least, it had been at one time. Anne had often sat in this very spot before it happened. The incident. By the ruins. Venturing there again had brought back terrible memories, and yet… the view. It had been worth it. Across the valley, atop a high, craggy hill, stood an ancient castle – its striking silhouette the main reason for Anne’s visit. Rookwood Castle.

The years she had spent staring at that castle, imagining herself to be a great lady who might occupy it one day. A duchess or princess. She and Sebastian had played on the grounds many times when they were children, and had even gone inside once or twice.

The dreary, crumbling stone could be rebuilt. Tapestries could be hung. Wallpaper, even, if they had proper walls put in over the stone. Dozens of lamps and fires would warm every room. The furniture – fine like what Victor had in his private chambers, but perhaps a bit more welcoming. Blankets and pillows here and there. Carpets, of course. And perhaps they could even manage running water!

Surely, Victor can afford it..

Anne sighed – warmth growing in her chest at the prospect of her girlish dreams coming true. The castle, though it lay in ruin, had become something like a symbol of her hope for her future – her dreams.

The connection she’d had in one way or another to this man, Victor Rookwood, through most of her life had finally dawned on the young witch. Anne knew they were simply meant to be.

The girl smiled as she considered what the castle might look like rebuilt, illuminated, and brimming with life and laughter. She pondered the number of rooms they would need – of course the usual: a proper kitchen, dining room, parlor, maybe a library.

Victor will want a study, and we’ll need at least one bath, preferably more, and bedrooms for the children.

How many? Three or four, at least. And at least one guest room. She considered Sebastian and Ominis. Two guest rooms. Better make it six or seven bedrooms!

With that many rooms, wouldn’t they also need servants and quarters for them? Perhaps Victor already has elves.

A very large kitchen, then.

Anne glanced back down at Feldcroft – specifically at the cottage she’d shared with her Uncle and brother for so many years, then back up the castle. She imagined the castle, born anew, and how it might shine its brightness down upon Feldcroft, drowning out all the sad things that had happened there. The thought brought her some measure of comfort.

She would create new memories. Lovely memories with her loving husband, Victor Rookwood, and their children. Her dream was coming true.

Feldcroft could be home again.

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The Vivarium when it was a baby.

"Something's not right here."

Soldier kicking Natty's arse while I laugh mine off.

Me and Ranger got up to some antics... I tell you what.

Intense.

Sebastian imitating my expression when someone praises Sirona for the 873rd time in the game.

Just a boy (old man?) and his birb.

When the little capeflapper is late for your date.

Everybody was kung fu fighting.

I'll take all three.

I like when they put their legs up like that.

Hallucinogens, apparently.

Uncle Willy is just a normal English guy drinking a normal English cup o' tea.

Behind the Coastal Mine entrance from underneath.

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Battle of Feldcroft

Gobstones are actually a lot prettier than I expected!

Great Hall pics are a dime a dozen, but..

Honeydukes

Hoop!

Just Seb in an invisible crouch.

Jasper Trout

Key of the Daedalian variety.

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Lost Night - NSFW Bot

Ashwinders x You

Just made this bot which is loosely based on my fic The Lost Night, wherein the female muggle reader stumbles across an Ashwinder camp.

Some themes include blood prejudice/wizard supremacy, rape/NC, general abuse, possible violence, possible hurt/comfort.

Exclusively hosted on JanitorAI.

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All in a Day's Work! (Audio)

Something a little different.. 😏

You're an Ashwinder working at headquarters and Victor Rookwood calls you in to his office. F!Listener

🎩 Rookwood x Ashwinder!You

"The boss wants to see you."

EXPLICIT AUDIO 18+

Dubcon (He's your boss!) / Verbal Ab*se / Domination / You're not MC for once / Dirty Talk / Smut / Quickie / Underhanded Praise

As usual, you are voiced by the lovely @rookwoodswife!

Even when not MC, you will need to pry x reader/listener from my cold, dead hands..

More where that came from..

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For those who voted that Angus would be the best father out of all the Ashwinders.