#about liz

[rowenasamuel]

hiya! i'm liz, thirty, she/her. this blog is mainly supernatural but i blog about what i like, which is kind of everything- it's all tagged for filtering purposes! i track #userphilinda if you ever want to tag me in things on here!!

as a rule of thumb, i am always taking prompts! please feel free to send me an ask 🩷

main spn ships are sam/rowena + dean/castiel

deancoded rowena girlie

favorite characters (aside from the boys) are rowena, castiel, claire, donna, charlie, jody, mary, bela, and jo

s13 my beloved <3

i talk about rowena. a lot. she is my most beloved.

other dynamics i love/crave include rowena/castiel, dean&claire, dean/donna, dean/jo, dean/crowley, rowena/dean, and rowena&mary

#rowenalives

all my published spn fic is also here

ceo of bratty bottom rowena industries

curated sam/rowena spotify playlist can be found here

currently working on a Girl Dad Sam(wena) 'verse that is set in an alternate post s15 where rowena, dean, and cas never died and a look at ~domestic bliss

currently posting: the deancas/samrowena/charliejo happy place au on fridays + the samrowena time travel romance au on wednesdays + the arranged marriage omegaverse samrowena/deancas au on mondays

some other fandoms:

tlou (tessjoel)

fallout (ghoulcy)

the rookie (chenford)

thg (hayffie/everlark)

emily henry extended universe

wicked (gelphie)

horror movies

taylor swift

other places to find me:

tessaservopoulos on ao3

rowenasalchemy on twitter

rowenamacleods on bluesky

rowenamacleods on discord (would love 2 be friends there!!)

[ginevrastilinski-ocs]

Niche questions for Liz?

a song that reminds me of them: Savage Daughter [Sarah Hester Ross]

what they smell like: citrus and something earthy (on Narnia), citrus and bakery (on Earth)

an otp: Liz x Aine

a notp: Liz x Caspian

favorite platonic/familial relationships: The Pevensies ovb; Liz & Caspian

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with

the position they sleep in: on her back

a crossover au i’d love to see them in: Molly Pevensie for sure, but also Evanora has vibes ngl

my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn: This one but the corset is an armor and she has long sleeves underneath

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

💙 + The Castellan siblings? (Elaine, Felicity, Liz)?

Elaine

Felicity

Liz

[nieithryn]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN.

respond to the prompts out of character!

what made you pick up the current muse(s) you have? These days, especially in this fandom, it's usually the relationships between either a friend's muse and the character, or another of my muses and a character. But looking at some of my main kiddos, or my OCs? I write characters that embody something that fascinates me. Frequently it's a new take on strength through adversity, or the reforging of the self after trauma. Sometimes it's something I identify with deeply, like Mace and Quinlan's struggle with the Dark from a young age. Or Yularen being willing to do bad things for the greater good as he sees it. Or Cody being a protective big brother who can't always protect his brothers. And sometimes, just because it seems fun, like with Zam!

is there anything you don’t like to write? There definitely are, though they're rare. Few and far between, aside from the obvious hard no's of various kinds. I'll write almost anything if a partner and I have enough chemistry. But some of the things I'm less comfortable with are crossovers (never been quite sure why, fandom AUs are fine, but crossovers I struggle with), true crack, and angst or smut without some kind of purpose or plot. I love me some angst, but I need the comfort after, unless I'm writing a symbolic unhappy ending for some reason. There's a few muses I have for whom that would be appropriate or canon compliant, but otherwise the angst needs a gentle comfort after or some reason.

is there anything you really enjoy writing? Basically anything else! I'm pretty flexible, if my partner is interested I'll do damn near anything tbh. I love hurt-comfort especially, but I love me some good canon divergent "what ifs" and alternate takes on how characters meet or even hook up. It's fun sometimes to see how a complicated relationship can go so many different ways, where along the forks they might have gone different directions. I love writing the inbetween moments canon never shows us, because there's never enough time to. The ways those inbetween scenes might affect entire relationships, or should have. Honestly, give me all those little bits inbetween.

how do you come up with headcanons? Usually headcanons develop from my analysis of whatever canon I accept for my muse, sometimes from small facial or body language tells during a panel/scene, sometimes by extrapolating from something they say or are described to do. But sometimes it's actually extrapolating from their relationships with other characters, both the muses of my partners and the people they interact with canonically. You can tell a lot about a character by how they interact with loved ones, for instance.

do you write in silence or do you play music? This depends on the ADHD mood of the day. Most days, I have 1-3 songs on repeat to become such a smooth background I can write without silence, but not get distracted by lyrics or the instrumentation. But some days, I need complete and absolute silence because any noise will distract me and the replies will never happen. Oh the joys lol.

do you plan your replies or wing them? Kinda both, and it usually depends on the muse the reply is for. Some I can plot out really well, or get so excited to write that I spend hours plotting the right reply. And some either flow so naturally I can wing it, or unexpectedly just decide the plotted reply isn't the vibe of the moment when I'm actually writing, and off we go to the races!

do you enjoy shipping? Oh hells yes, absolutely. Romantic, platonic, absolutely I love shipping. In the purely romantic sense, while many of my muses over my time RPing are demisexual, I am always down to give them partners, and in platonic senses, family and friends and found family are just. So wonderful.

what’s your alias/name? Liz or Argent

age?  25

birthday? April 2nd

favorite color?  Dark Blue, Silver, Gold

favorite song? 

last movie you watched? 

last show you watched?  Uhhh Family Feud I think lol.

last song you listened to? Will The Circle Be Unbroken by Peter Hollens & Malukah (Honorary shout out to Baba Yetu as well bc they've been on a two song repeat lol)

favorite food?  Oooh hard choice. Steamer clams or steamed artichokes.

favorite season?  Autumn

do you have a tumblr best friend? I used to have a really close friend group on Tumblr I would've tagged, but many have since disappeared. Now it's @strcngered and I against the world, lol. Though @valorums/@prodijedi and @mayxthexforce are very very swiftly making it into that same level of vibe, so I'm rebuilding slowly but surely.

TAGGED BY: @valorums

TAGGING: Ohhhh just steal it, Callie snagged most of you anyway lol.

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Afton siblings talk about their dreams

[ruinedsoulsrp]

WHAT GENRE OF BOOK WERE YOU WRITTEN FOR, AND DID YOU SURVIVE TO THE END?

Cristian & Elizabeth

Written for a mystery book to move the plot along, you had to survive

You enjoy thrills and the spark that they add to your life. If there weren’t those thrills then what’s the point of doing anything, right? You are a very curious person but you do know when to back off. Your problem is knowing who you are in the story. Are you the detective or the murderer? Who knows! It’s part of the mystery…

Tagged By: @brckensociety & @willowswriting Tagging: whoever wants to!

[kohi-karasu]

charmed ailment 💕

[tubbytarchia]

Joel animation is up ✨ Probably my final Life Series animation, thank you for supporting me

[taradactyls]

It's thinking about Darcy desperately yearning running into Elizabeth at Pemberley hours.

Like, you fell in love with this woman, but rationally (pridefully) you though it wasn't something you should pursue. But you can't forget her, and then she's at Rosings... and the more you see her - with her wit, her eyes, the liveliness of her mind - the more she undoes every expectation of who you should marry that you'd ever had. You prolong your trip to see more of her, you start imagining what it will be like married to her and unwisely after only seeing her again for a week begin asking how she'd feel living far away from Longbourn, and even hint things like she'd be staying at Rosings next time she visits Kent.

It's too much. You're feeling too much.

She's due to visit for tea the night before you take leave, and an evening gives far more opportunity for privacy and conversation than sitting in Mrs Collins' drawing room for half an hour the next day.

But she doesn't come, she's feeling ill, and you won't see her. If you don't make an effort, you might never see her again. It's not like Bingley will be going back to Netherfield anytime soon, after all.

You bail on the evening and go check if she's ok.

It's late, but you have to see her.

She's not super friendly when answering your questions about whether she's feeling better, yet that's to be expected when someone has a headache. But she's there, sitting with you quietly, and then you're so agitated that you begin pacing.

It's inescapable. You love her too much.

You'll marry her, and deal with all the impropriety of her family's connections and behaviour. She's worth it.

Because of course she'll say yes. You've been so open that she must be expecting your addresses. It doesn't occur to you that you're wrong to assume she's wishing for it.

Then she rejects you.

And she doesn't only reject you: she shatters your entire perception of self. Not immediately - oh, she creates a large crack, but it takes some time for you to do justice to her words. But they linger, inescapably.

"Had you behaved in a more gentlemanlike manner."

You're bitter, and angry, and hurt, and offended, and the sense of doubt isn't going away. But there is one thing you can do, that you have to do.

You write her a letter to explain yourself against the accusations she levied your way - some unjust, but others will eventually gnaw at you until you're forced to face them and stare directly at all the faults you didn't know you had.

You know it won't make her accept you.

The turn of her countenance you'll never forget, as she said that you could not have addressed her in any possible way that would induce her to accept you.

But you need to write the letter: to explain, to warn, and maybe - just maybe - make her think a little better of you.

If she even gives credit to anything you say.

She thinks so little of you she might dismiss your arguments and only hate you more for what you said of her family.

God, you basically insulted her family again in the letter. With an apology, yes, and as an explanation, but you knew at the time that those comments and what you divulged of Wickham would give her pain. But it's necessary. You still believe that, even as time goes on and you begin to wonder if all it achieved was making her hate you more.

The last time you saw her was as you handed her that letter.

She hadn't spoken.

You weren't yet master of your emotions enough to see her and be friendly, the best you could do was try be composed.

If only you'd been truly as calm and composed as you thought you were when you wrote that letter. You can see now that you wrote in a dreadful bitterness of spirit. There were some expressions you used, the opening of it, which alone would be enough to justify her hate. Though, despite your emotions, you never doubted for a moment in her goodness - never doubted that she won't spread around what you divulged of your sister.

She hates you, but all the reasons you love her are still there.

That's something that doesn't change as you slowly unravel the flaws her reproofs revealed to you and you try to become the person you always thought you were. So many behaviours, and the emotions that governed them, were not what they ought to be. Your principles were always good but you followed them in pride and conceit.

You were blind until she cut you to the quick. Opened your eyes to yourself and taught you such a hard lesson - but it was for the best. She properly humbled you and taught you how insufficient all your pretensions were to please a woman worthy of being pleased. Even if you never see her again you will be worthy of the title gentleman.

You will work to become the person you want to be.

Her rejection doesn't hurt so much as the knowledge that she was right and you failed yourself and so many others. Any anger or blame you felt for her words when refusing your hand are long since passed. If she had been able to overlook those flaws she wouldn't have been the woman you love.

The more you reflect and seek to rectify your behaviour the clearer it all becomes. In trying to understand yourself you realise that so many of these flaws have existed almost your whole life. And yet, despite how obvious it now seems, you had no idea.

Though your parents were good themselves they spoilt you - first as an only child, then as an only son - and you grew selfish and overbearing, caring only for your small family circle. Thinking meanly of the rest of the world, wanting to think meanly of their sense and worth compared to your own.

You owe the world so much better.

Your position, far from giving you leave to treat others as inconsequential, means you have a duty to think of others and ensure they are not wronged. Yes, you've done that broadly - especially on your estate, and always with servants and the poor - but what of in smaller ways, to those closer to your own rank? Have you directly treated them with civility and respect?

You know the answer now, but you're doing your best to fix it.

For almost four months, you ruminate on her words and turn yourself into a gentleman you can respect. Someone worthy of the respect you've so rarely had to actually earn. Someone who might've been worthy of her respect from the beginning.

You've never stopped loving her.

Almost four months, and you're not sure if you'll ever see her again.

You certainly weren't expecting to leave the stables after arriving at Pemberley and find her standing in front of your house.

Your eyes meet.

You freeze in place.

Four months of distance and then twenty yards away from each other.

She's blushing (so are you).

Your brain is too surprised to work.

She's here.

She's here and you're just standing there.

You have to go to her. Even if you didn't still love her, it's the polite and friendly thing to. (But you do still love her, and so her presence is a physical weight in your chest that you could scarce resist).

She had turned away briefly, but turns back when you approach.

You hardly know what you say, she hardly raises her eyes to meet yours, but you hear her voice, and she doesn't sound annoyed when she answers that her family is well.

Honestly, despite how discomposed you are by seeing her without time to prepare, your instinct is to stay by her. Even if it means speaking like a fool. You're pretty sure you ask her when she started travelling and how long she's been in Derbyshire at least thrice. But you start to recollect yourself, breathing a little more evenly, and run out of things to say. Remembering that she's here with friends and you've just come from the road, you take your leave.

Your thoughts stay with her though.

She was still just as lovely as ever. More civil to you than you have any claim to.

Your housekeeper says a gentleman and two ladies were taking a tour of the house, and have now gone with the gardener to see the accustomed part of the park. You know the place.

As your valet helps you change your thoughts solidify: you can meet them, and, through every civility in your power, show her that you aren't resentful of the past.

She's so close, and you can't lose this chance to perhaps obtain her forgiveness, lessen her ill opinion, by showing that her reproofs have been attended to.

And, maybe, you're just desperate for any excuse to see her.

By now, you've been in love with her for more than eight months, despite trying, really trying, to forget her both when you left Hertfordshire and Kent. It's pointless, either you'll recover in time or you'll spend the rest of your life in love with her. At this point you don't even want to fight it. Despite the pain of her not feeling the same way, she did you the greatest good anyone could, by showing you who you really were. You improved yourself because you should, without any expectation of seeing her again, but one thing that you can't alter about yourself is your love for her.

Right now, what matters is being near her and showing her you can be a real gentleman.

So, you follow her and her companions to the stream.

She speaks first this time. Putting herself forward to be friendly and polite. Proof, surely, that she doesn't hate you so much anymore? She's almost her usual smiling self, though she goes red and silent while admiring Pemberley's beauty.

You can understand why - you had determined to not ask whether she liked your home in case it sounded like you were wondering whether she regretted rejecting you and thus Pemberley. You know she didn't mean anything by her praise (and she'd known you were rich when she turned you down) but you understand her sudden embarrassment.

Although... when did she start caring that you might misunderstand her and think badly of her? She didn't care the last time you met.

But that's not important now. It's for you to ease the conversation and prove yourself. So you change the subject, and ask her to do the honour of introducing you to her friends.

Her surprise is obvious, and fair. Seeking the acquaintance of strangers, even respectable-looking ones, just wasn't something you used to do regardless of what the well-bred and civil action was.

And what does it say about you - with all your newfound respect and civility - that you're still surprised when the fashionable couple she's with turn out to be the very aunt and uncle you'd previously declared would be a disgraceful connection. You recognised you were wrong to be so dismissive, so rude, but the core assumption that the tradesman brother of Mrs Bennet and his wife must be noticeably vulgar had clearly remained. Yet here they were, everything elegant and well-bred.

How right Elizabeth had been about you.

But now you can show her that was the past, and your manners are improved and prejudices lessened.

You walk back with them, talking to the uncle, who has intelligence, taste, and sense. You like him a surprising amount. He points out trout in the water, and you're glad to invite him to fish here while they stay in the area. You have all the supplies he might need, and know the best spots. As you speak with him your attention is only half distracted by who walks behind you at a short distance.

Hopefully her uncle's happiness makes her happy also.

You have the chance to see, when the walking arrangements change and then she's the one walking beside you.

Honestly, you're not immediately sure what to say, but again, she speaks first.

Yes, she almost certainly doesn't hate you anymore.

Her explanation that she'd been assured of your absence before visiting sounds more like she doesn't want you to think her rude, than expressing disappointment that you are here.

Yes, whatever her past insults, she definitely cares that you don't think badly of her...

As though you ever could.

In mentioning why you returned a day early you mention who you're with, and too late saying Bingley's name reminds you that the last time you two spoke of him was when she (rightfully) blamed you for separating Bingley and her sister.

That silences you for a moment - but she doesn't respond with anger.

Composing yourself, you ask if your sister might be introduced to her. You've spoken of Elizabeth so highly to Georgiana, and so often, that your sister would love to meet her. You don't need to ask - your sister is the social superior, her wishing for the acquaintance is strictly enough for the introduction to be made - but you want to. You mean it, when you ask Elizabeth whether you're asking too much by facilitating the introduction. You want her to have the chance to say no.

But she says yes.

(Even sounding pleased about it, though surprised.)

Which is also a yes to seeing you again during her stay at Lambton. Renewing your acquaintance, despite everything.

The happiness, however irrational, this creates cannot be quelled.

You love her too dearly to not appreciate every fragile overture and sign that she must no longer think you so bad. The letter - your own improved civility - one or both has done away with her dislike.

Replaced it with... well, anything other than dislike is a place to begin.

This time the silence stretches as you walk; she, perhaps, just as lost in thought as yourself.

You could get used to walking around Pemberley with her.

A dangerous thought.

You scarce know what to say as you wait by the carriage for her aunt and uncle to catch up, after she declared herself not tired when you asked if she wanted to come into the house. But, again, she makes the effort to talk to you. You've never spoken of Matlock or Dovedale so persistently, but you want to keep talking to her - hearing her voice - receiving her smiles - for every moment that you can steal.

Four months apart and then the first day seeing her again your heart loves her more than ever before.

And she no longer hates you.

You would have them all come inside, take refreshment, stay, please stay a little longer, but they felt it was time to return to the inn. They're leaving, but you've already organised to bring your sister to see her the day after tomorrow, so it's only a short parting.

Not another four months.

You hand her aunt up into the carriage - and then Elizabeth.

Who is dearest and loveliest to you still, though you might never be able to say those words to her.

You're so aware of feeling her hand in yours, though gloved; the weight and warmth of it. The brief tightening of her fingers on yours as she takes the step up, leaving you bereft when she lets go.

You don't watch them drive away, though you feel her absence palpably as you slowly walk back to the house.

But it's only two days - two days before you'll see her again.

And they're staying for a little while.

All of it is more chances to show her the person you are now. Both the good qualities you never properly revealed before, and the newer ones deliberately acquired to remedy the errors she revealed. Show her you're a man she might admire.

Perhaps a man she might one day be able to love.

It's almost embarrassing, to admit how quickly that wish introduced itself after seeing Elizabeth again.

It probably took under half an hour after you saw her again.

[rowenasamuel]

thank you for the tag friend!!

i think i capture my character's voices really well, and i'm capable of coming up with really unique and fun AUs!

tagging @oliviassunrise, @seethesunny, @selina-meyer, and @bumblepony!

Hey. Stop. Sit with me for a second.

It's a Saturday and I'm sleepy. It's been a stressful couple of weeks getting ready to move into the new house, but today should be calm. And I don't feel like working too hard. You know what I do feel like doing?

If you're a writer and you see this, reblog with a compliment about your own writing. Don't use this as an excuse to self-deprecate. Challenge yourself. Take yourself seriously.

I feel like complimenting myself. And I feel like hearing some compliments from my fellow colleagues of the written word.

It doesn't have to be a big thing. You're not proving anything, you're just being rightfully proud of your own efforts.

I'll start!

I'm really good at dialogue. It's always been my strong suit and it allowed me to transfer really well into playwriting when needed. I think I strike a good balance between natural and sort of theatrical, and my banter is pretty solid.

Okay, your turn!

[anthyies]

the thing about disco elysium is that it has women in it. what you see on the internet about it might lie to you about that but it has women, gay women even, very compelling women even, in it.

[rowenasamuel]

hello and welcome! i'm liz, thirty, she/her. mainly an spn blog but i like many things (everything is meticulously tagged, i promise!). please tag me in things!! i follow #userphilinda

my main ships are rowena/sam + dean/castiel

rowena girlie to my core

other characters i love are claire, mary, jo, bela, donna, charlie, eileen, jody, ruby 1.0, meg, and anna

i tend to favor the later seasons simply because of rowena's existence, but the early seasons hold a special place in my heart

ceo of bratty bottom rowena industries

other favorite dynamics include rowena/castiel, rowena/dean, dean&claire, cas&claire, dean/donna, dean/jo, dean/crowley, rowena&mary, sam/rowena/eileen, and rowena&jack

all my published spn fic is also here

#rowenalives

spn gifs can be found here

curated sam/rowena spotify playlist can be found here

currently working on a Girl Dad Sam(wena) ‘verse that is set in an alternate post s15 where rowena, dean, and cas never died and a look at ~domestic bliss for sam/rowena and dean/castiel

currently posted wips: sam/rowena amnesia au | sam/rowena + dean/castiel arranged marriage omega verse au | sam/rowena time travel au | dean/castiel + sam/rowena + charlie/jo happy place au | one hundred ways to say i love you + different spn dynamics drabble collection

some other fandoms:

ats (weslah)

tlou (tessjoel)

fallout (ghoulcy)

the rookie (chenford)

thg (hayffie/everlark)

emily henry extended universe

wicked (gelphie)

horror movies

taylor swift

other places to find me:

rowenamacleod on ao3

samsrowena / ruthconnells on twitter

rowenamacleods on bluesky

rowenamacleods on discord (would love 2 be friends there!!)

i love getting fic prompts and am always accepting them! feel free to send me an ask any time.

[hotcinnamonsunset]

“what’s your dog’s name?” “dijon” “oh, like the mustard!” “no, like dijonathon”

[thatwomanlovingpotatofromtwitter]

"How about we leave this party?"

The lack of Jori fanart makes me sick so I made this. Enjoy and happy International Women's Month!

more on the P-site

[nieithryn]

GETTING TO KNOW YOU

Respond to the prompts below, and tag fellow writers that you’d like to get to know better.

FAVORITE COLOR(S): Dark/Navy Blue, Metallic Gray/Silver, Metallic Yellow/Gold, Heraldic Red.

FAVORITE MOVIE(S): Pirates of Penzance (1983), Attack of the Clones (2002), The Greatest Showman (2017), The Road to El Dorado (2000), Much Ado About Nothing (1993), Walking With Dinosaurs/Beasts, Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron (2002), The Lord of the Rings Trilogy,The Hobbit (1977) & The Return of the King (1980).

FAVORITE BOOK(S): Shatterpoint (Matthew Stover), Jingo (Terry Pratchett), Reaper Man (Terry Pratchett), Night Watch (Terry Pratchett)....do the Open Seasons comics count?

FAVORITE SERIES: Hands-down Discworld by Terry Pratchett as far as bookseries, followed closely by Honor Harrington by David Weber. Dresden Files by Jim Butcher; The Lunar Chronicles by Marissa Meyer (but I know the author personally, so, I'm biased). For tv series, The Clone Wars, Good Omens, Hogan's Heroes, uh....there's more I am simply blanking.

FAVORITE MUSICIAN(S): Elton John, Billy Joel, Mary Black, Roger Whittaker, Malukah, Enya, Loreena McKennitt, Josh Groban, Aurelio Voltaire, Blackmore's Night, the Seekers, Peter Paul and Mary, John Denver, Glen Yarbrough.....

FAVORITE MUSIC: Celtic Folk, Folk (in general, especially 60s folk tho), TV/Videogame/Film Scores, Musical Theatre, Classic Rock, Soft Rock, Pre-9/11 Country Music, Classical Orchestra, Disco...a little bit of it all really.

LAST SONG: Let Your Love Flow by the Bellamy Brothers

LAST SERIES: The Clone Wars....I am predictable, okay.

LAST MOVIE: Take the Lead

CURRENTLY READING: Lots of old Star Wars comics, Off Armageddon Reef, and a reread of the Dresden Files (Grave Peril currently). Whatever takes the mood of the moment lol.

CURRENTLY WATCHING: Trying to get myself to rewatch Bad Batch season 1 and then start season 2, or watch Book of Boba Fett.

CURRENTLY WORKING ON: Recovering from a toxic relationship and some old old fanfics I wanna finish. And making my way back to the lovely Tumblr SWRPC after a long absence.

[girlwiththegreenhat]

with as many "oh fuck off (delighted)" moments as the fnaf movie had i don't think anything ignited a more visceral reaction in people than when matpat had a minor role and did indeed say The Line