#grandma rowan

[ukatoyaki]

Continued from last post

[rootsbe4branches-trolls]

The circle of life (?)

Yes, this is inspired by the Modern Family pilot

It took a lot of time for Rosiepuff to get used to Rowan as a whole, nothing personal, he’s just truly something

I totally left an easter egg on this comic hope someone notices it and yeah the angst it’s coming back on the next one, well I don’t know if It counts as angst but it follows the present story line.

[moog-enthusiast]

cozy night in

[phoenix--flying]

im working on a crack chatfic rn so im 💀

please ignore all the mistakes my word is telling me i have LMAO

[autistic-fairy]

I am out.

of my.

COMFORT.

ZONE.

[cxdemistake]

@do-these-eyes-look-human continued

Rod wraps her arms around James’ neck, nuzzling his hair.

“Grandma told me she heard your voice through her mind, so I came to find you. I missed you a lot.”

Rowan steps out from behind a tree, carrying a black, lacy umbrella to block the sun. “Hello, James. It’s been quite a while, hasn’t it?”

[bonefall]

Are you considering making Firestar purebred? Not that it matters to the plot lol. I’ve always designed him after an Abyssinian :3

I know the clans have a bunch of mixed genetics so they wouldn’t *be* purebred, but do you have any breed HCs for specific cats? I draw Yellowfang based on scrungly persians myself :)

Nah! I'm actually only considering purebred cats for SkyClan to put some more of their kittypet-ancestry on display!

I think thematically it works really well for SkyClan specifically, and will make for some really cool ancestral traits to be passed down in the coming generations... even though realistically, no cat with SkyClan ancestry would be "purebred."

(in fact purebreeding discourages outbreeding often to the detriment of the health of the cats but woogh)

I'm not super fond of picking out breed headcanons otherwise because it feels stifling, like Cat Genetics, another thing I'm not interested in. When I want Bluestar's family to have a wolf motif I just draw them having a wolf motif. Next to Brokenstar's glasses, Spottedleaf's blight theme, or Thrushpelt's mullet, just picking a cat breed seems mundane.

I like to design with "soft" fantasy elements in mind! It's why I have a very 'Bring Your Own Design' approach to my rewrite and encourage people to have different takes on stuff. Never been able to draw realistically.

(actual ecological/bushcraft/medical research? I'm plugged in. Drawing realism? Not my style.)

Though, I do think Silverflame's mate was a cat with extreme brachycephaly. A persian-like cat. I imagine Brightflower had a few breathing problems as a result, but by the time it got to Yellowfang she has enough muzzle to be healthy and for it to just be a quirk of her family.

[sollucets]

sorry im still lflsposting but again im just thinking about how backwards these two smile sets are from each other. mirrors and reflections and echoes forever !!! bc like i said myungha smiles a Lot -- hes kind of got like a perma halfway smile on his face most conversations and he also does it to defuse questioning about his wellbeing, so its his charm + masking, baybee. but when he becomes more open & vulnerable he actually seems to smile less (like, yeowoon saying he's running for myungha flusters him and makes him all shy, and kyunghoon saying he wants to drink with myungha later on makes him like halfsmile then sort of contemplate it, etc). and yeowoon is just the opposite of course, with his smiles all big n bright once he drops his wall. its very fun i love it

[spacewreck51]

drunkenly watching hamilton >>>>>>> watching hamiltion

[the-laridian]

Rowan moved back to the (rebuilt) suburban home. Now Gramma Junko can sit on the porch all she wants, and inside is the kitchen and some lemonade in the fridge.

[rootsbe4branches-trolls]

ITS THE PICTURE I KNOW IT

Well yes thank u, meet Lily!

For everyone saying it was her husband come on, she has a pink cardigan with hearts on it, be for real.

(The question comes from this comic)

So this is Willow’s other mom, her name’s Lily and of course she’s where Floyd got his hair color, where is she right now or what happened to her you’ll have to wait and see, but I was thinking about giving a clue but I don’t know, do you guys like ABBA?

I’ll be posting more sketches of her later!

[rowan-e-ravenwood]

man. i got a pack of those violet candies and they're scenting half of my entire room just from sitting on my desk

[deliciousangelfestival]

The Malicious Daughter is Back! - 8

Character : Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: It's just a business marriage. Bucky thought it would be easy until he encountered the stepsister of his fiancée. She turned his world upside down.

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Everyone's eyes were on you, likely thinking you didn’t exist. The Celestial Enterprise knew the proper miss and acknowledged by your father, the CEO, as Victoria.

This time was different. They were more invested because of the person walking beside you, Bucky Barnes.

You were nervous, for sure, but Bucky was calming you down. He said, “Calm down, I can hear your teeth chattering.”

“I’m not,” you replied. Was it that obvious? You pinched your thigh to clear your mind with the pain.

Bucky chuckled. It was true your teeth didn’t make a sound, but he could feel your fear, so he tried to bring back your fierce character. “Look at all these people. After tonight, they will remember who you truly are.”

Yes. He was right. Before, you could only dream of this, never taking a step because you knew the bridge would be destroyed by your stepmom first.

But this time was different because you could cross the bridge with Bucky's help.

What kind of luck did you have to have Bucky supporting you?

Flashback Start

After remembering everything, Bucky felt a surge of anger at the people who had kidnapped him. But now, that anger was replaced by gratitude as he recalled how he was saved. It was you and your grandma.

It must be God’s work that brought you and him together again. Bucky knew he had to repay the kindness he received from you both.

He went to his parents' house early in the morning. His parents were already up, enjoying a short walk. His dad was sipping coffee and eating toast while his mom was reading the newspaper.

“Son? What are—?” Juliana began, looking up from her newspaper.

“I remembered,” Bucky interrupted, his voice steady.

Bucky’s dad, Rowan, curious but skeptical, remarked, “You forgot something?”

“Shush,” Juliana said, flicking her husband’s hand lightly. She quickly understood what Bucky meant. “Everything?” she asked, her eyes wide with concern and hope.

Bucky sat down to join his parents, taking a deep breath. “Including the person who saved me,” he said, his voice filled with mixed emotions.

His confession took his parents by surprise. The time when Bucky was kidnapped was the darkest day of their lives, like a living hell. It was then that they realized money could bring security and danger. Their only son had become a hostage.

He was kidnapped for two weeks. It was a miracle when the police from an outlying city called to say they had found him. Actually, it was a woman and her granddaughter who discovered Bucky. It was nothing short of a miracle.

Juliana and Rowan wanted to thank the people who had saved their son, but when they tried to get more information, the police said no one was in the cabin anymore.

At that time, there was no social media or viral news. They wanted to keep searching, but they stopped because of Bucky's trauma. He had lost all memories of his kidnappers and the people who saved him.

Although they stopped searching, the Barnes family never stopped being grateful and wishing the best for the people who saved Bucky.

“Could you describe the people who saved you?” Rowan asked, leaning forward with interest.

“Even better. I met them,” Bucky replied, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

His parents were even more shocked. Juliana’s hand flew to her mouth in surprise while Bucky’s dad sat back, stunned.

“We have to meet them. As Barnes, we never forget the people who helped us,” Rowan declared, his voice filled with determination.

Bucky nodded, a serious expression on his face. “Before you meet them, I need your help.”

His parents listened intently, their faces a mix of curiosity and readiness.

Juliana reached out, touching Bucky’s arm gently. “Whatever you need, son.”

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The luxurious car parked in the school parking lot, drawing curious glances from students. Bucky stepped out, straightening his jacket, and made his way toward the school entrance. It had been a few days since he last saw you, and he was eager to catch up.

As he approached, he heard loud cheers and shouts from the male students, echoing through the windows. The lively and raucous atmosphere was a stark contrast to the quiet, private school he had attended. Intrigued, he followed the noise and found himself at the field track.

He initially thought it was a running exam, but quickly realized it was something different. A group of students was running, chased by someone wielding a baseball bat.

It was you.

You had taken off the cast from your left arm, and as you ran, you swung the bat with determined precision. The sight made the students you were chasing scatter in fear.

"I'm sorry!" Jimmy, one of the students, yelled as he ran.

"Destroying school property with graffiti is a big no, Jimmy," you called back, your voice steady as you gained on him.

Jimmy, looking over his shoulder in terror, suddenly spotted Bucky standing ahead. He remembered this rich man from his previous visit to the school.

"Bro! Help me out a bit," Jimmy pleaded, darting behind Bucky in desperation, using him as a human shield.

Bucky raised an eyebrow, glancing back at Jimmy with mild amusement. He turned his gaze to you, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

You stopped when you saw Bucky, your bloodlust evaporating.

"Oh, hi! What are you doing here?" you asked, catching your breath after the chase.

Bucky, looking out of place compared to you, covered in sweat and still holding the bat, smiled. "What lessons are you teaching right now?"

"Attitude," you replied, pointing the bat at Jimmy, cstill hiding behind Bucky. "This lad behind you wants to be Jackson Pollock. He painted the school's clean wall with graffiti."

Bucky glanced at Jimmy and then back at you. "He did wrong. It must be a hassle to clean it."

"Damn right. The principal will make me clean it," you grumbled.

"That's not fair. I will call a carpenter to paint the wall," Bucky said firmly.

"Really?" Both you and Jimmy asked at the same time, surprised.

Bucky nodded. "As payment, I need to steal you for the rest of the day."

"Yes, please. Bro, take her with you," Jimmy said eagerly, pushing Bucky closer to you.

Neither of you expected it, and you were ready to help Bucky if he panicked. Bucky had prepared himself too, but nothing happened, even though his heartbeat was racing.

"You're not...?" you began, your eyes searching his for any sign of distress.

Bucky grabbed your hand. "Let's go. I want you to meet someone."

"Wait," you protested, but Bucky was already leading you away.

Many students watched in astonishment as their fearless teacher held hands with Bucky. After a brief second, they erupted into cheers.

"Get it, teach! Get it!" "Woohoo! Love is in the air!"

You felt the back of your neck grow hot with embarrassment, but you couldn't help but notice that Bucky seemed different. His grip on your hand was firm and steady, his posture confident.

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Bucky takes you to a luxurious hotel restaurant. The hotel manager welcomes you both warmly, guiding you through the elegant lobby. As you walk, you feel a bit out of place in your casual attire, a stark contrast to the opulence around you. It's been a long time since you've set foot in a five-star hotel.

The manager leads you to a private room and opens the door. Inside, two people are already seated at the dining table. You recognize the woman, and suddenly, it clicks—you're meeting Bucky's parents.

"Oh my god," you murmur under your breath, hastily brushing your hair back and fixing the collar of your shirt.

Juliana rises from her seat and approaches you with a warm smile, wrapping you in a hug. Your hands hover awkwardly in the air, unsure of how to respond. How could a wealthy lady like her be so friendly?

Meanwhile, Bucky's father, Rowan, the CEO of a major company, smiles at you with genuine warmth.

"Thank you for saving my son," Juliana says, her gratitude evident.

You blink, confusion written all over your face. "I... I don't understand."

Bucky clears his throat, drawing everyone's attention. "I haven't talked to her about that yet."

Juliana chuckles softly. "No wonder she looks clueless. Forgive my son. Please, take a seat."

You sit down, feeling all eyes on you. “What do you mean?”

“Do you remember years ago, you and your grandma found a boy?” Juliana asks gently.

You think about it for a moment. Your grandma? A boy? The memory is blurry, but you recall a boy that your grandma brought to the cabin.

"The next morning, the boy was gone, and we had to leave. It turned out my father had taken the rights to that small cabin too," you say, piecing it together.

“I was that boy,” Bucky reveals.

“You—? No, I don’t think so. Oh my god, it is you,” you gasp as the realization hits.

Cassandra pats your shoulder reassuringly. “That’s why we wanted to meet you. It’s such a small world.”

“Hahaha… yeah,” you laugh nervously, still processing the revelation.

Rowan leans in, his voice filled with gratitude. “We’re forever grateful to you. You and your grandma saved our son's life.”

You feel a rush of emotions. “It was my grandma who found him,” you say modestly.

Bucky nods. “And that’s why we will give Cassandra the best treatment.”

Your heart leaps at his words. This is such a great gift. “Thank you…” you say, holding back your tears.

Juliana offers you a tissue. “This is just the start, my dear. You deserve so much more.”

Bucky and his dad nod in agreement.

“There are two things that she wants: Velari and her childhood home,” Bucky states firmly.

Rowan and Juliana exchange a look of surprise. “That’s it? You only want to get back Velari and the house?” Rowan asks. Because they could give you so much more.

You clear your throat, gathering your thoughts. “To be honest, my knowledge of business isn’t that good. I only want to get back the business that my mom and grandma put their blood, sweat, and tears into. Looking at the design that both women created for Valerie, the root concept of Velari is gone. It has fallen into consumerism.”

Juliana nods in agreement. The old designs from Velari were classic and timeless. She’s too shy to tell you she’s wearing a Velari shirt, but she appreciates how you admit your limitations. You’re not greedy.

Juliana interjects, “What will your father say?”

“He’s only a father in name. He was never a father to me,” you reply, bitterness creeping into your voice.

The Barnes nod their heads, understanding the situation of your family. They know that your mother died of a heart attack after discovering her husband’s infidelity, and that your father prefers his second wife and younger daughter over you.

You look at their supportive expressions, feeling a mix of sadness and gratitude. It’s painful to realize that strangers are more willing to help you than your own blood relatives.

Juliana claps her hands together, breaking the somber mood. “That would be easy. You will get back what’s yours, dear.”

You feel a wave of relief wash over you. “Thank you.”

Flashback Ends

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That brings both of you to the anniversary of Celestial Enterprise. With the support of the Barnes family, you are no longer scared.

Genevieve and Jonathan approach you both. Genevieve wears her one-million-dollar smile, polite yet the fakest smile you’ve ever seen. Inside, she wants to curse you with the most evil words she knows.

Victoria has resigned herself from the party. It was supposed to be her daughter standing beside Bucky, not you.

You smile at your so-called dad and Genevieve, especially her. Jonathan, who used to turn a blind eye, now sees you as worthy of his time.

Genevieve, who used to look at you as if you were beneath her, is now scared. You feel that karma is catching up with your stepmom and stepsister.

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[autistic-fairy]

I really hope when I’m old I still have at least a mostly sharp mind...

[bssaz97]

Happy Birthday to Yang!

Ruby: Happy birthday sis!

Yang: Thanks Sis, you guys really went all out this year. *looking at the big cake, the presents, and the life-size Adam piñata*

Ruby: Only the best for my sister, now blow out your candles.

Yang: Alright *goes to blow but stops and frowns* Ruby…

Ruby: Yes, Yang?

Yang: Tell me why does the cake say, “Happy Birthday, Hag”?

Ruby: What? That’s strange. I didn’t tell them to write that down. But you know, maybe it might be a sign that you should settle down, find a husband, and have some kids. Don’t you think?

Yang: SIS I KEEP TELLING YOU! I’M TWENTY-SEVEN, DAMNIT! I’M IN THE PRIME OF MY LIFE!!

Ruby: YOU BEEN SAYING THAT SINCE YOU WERE TWENTY-ONE! YOU AREN’T GETTING YOUNGER!!

Yang: STOP TEYING TO FORCE ME TO SETTLE DOWN!!!

Ruby: THEN GIVE ME A NIECE OR NEPHEW TO SPOIL!!!

Jaune: They do this every year, you think we should say something?

Taiyang: Nah, it’s just the wine mixers kicking in. They’ll be apologizing by the end of the night.

Rowan: *whispers* Summer, weren’t you the one who decorated the cake?

Summer: *whispers* Shh! Grandma told me to write it.

Raven: *whistles*

Qrow: Real smooth Rae.

*The two sisters argued for twenty minutes straight until they cried and made up, then the family continued to spend the rest of the night socializing and watch some adventure movies.*

Happy Birthday to the Sunny Dragon,

YANG XIAO-LONG! HAG

[shyvioletcat]

Here’s a little update, with the tiniest little bit of insight (and I only went over by two words!). Thanks @throneofglassmicrofics for this prompt, I went with BACKPACK.

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Rowan pulled into his driveway, glad to be done with his day at work. Tonight he was treating himself to takeout, mainly due to the fact he hadn’t been bothered to stop by the grocery store on the way home. So he’d decided takeout with delivery would be the way to go. Locking the car, Rowan went down to check the mailbox before heading inside to the warmth of his small, but efficient, fireplace.

On his way down a car pulled into the driveway next door. It wasn't his neighbour, her car was already parked further up, so this silver sedan was a mystery. Trying not to be overly curious, Rowan didn’t pay the newcomer much mind, just retrieving the few letters he had. They were mostly bills and a slip to collect a package. Nothing too exciting to spice his comfortable monotony.

Then the calm evening was shattered by the sound of wailing. That sound would get anyone’s attention and Rowan turned to see a woman trying to get the youngest neighbour out of the car. It was easy to piece together who the woman was and he recalled seeing her a few times before. With the greying golden hair and the striking eyes, it was clear this woman was the mother/grandmother. There was some gentle shushing and placating, then the baby was out—and not at all happy about it.

Rowan started his way back to his house just as the woman popped the boot and pulled something out, quickly losing hold of it as it fell to the ground with a resounding thud.

“Damn,” the woman said, loud enough that carried over the baby’s fussing.

Looking over properly Rowan’s saw a backpack on the ground, contents spilling out. He was moving before he was thinking, scooping up a bottle, packet of wipes and two pacifiers in little protective cases. When he went to put the things back he saw why it had fallen in the first place. One of the straps was broken.

Instead Rowan gripped it by the top and offered it with the unbroken strap. “Here you go.”

“Thank you so much,” the woman said emphatically, taking the bag. “I’ve got my hands full as you can see.”

“I can,” Rowan agreed with a small smile.

“I’m Evalin, by the way. And I’m sure you’ve met your neighbour.”

Rowan managed to hold back on the derisive scoff. “Not exactly.”

“Oh, well this is Marigold,” Evalin said, pressing a kiss to the child’s head.

Marigold still didn’t look happy, there were still tear tracks on her cheeks as she glared up at Rowan. Still, he offered her a smile. “Nice to meet you, Marigold.”

All she did was turn her face away, which was the baby equivalent of flipping him off.

“She’s very grumpy at the moment,” Evalin explained. “Even a night at Grandma’s didn’t help.”

“Poor thing,” Rowan sympathised.

“Thanks again for your help, Rowan. I should get this little one inside,” Evalin said, with a warm and grateful smile.

Rowan nodded a farewell, ducking back around his mailbox and heading inside. His stomach grumbled and his thoughts turned to his dinner. Maybe he’d get pizza tonight, in fact pizza sounded great.

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Aelin had just finished cleaning her kitchen when she heard the front door open. She tugged off the rubber gloves, leaving them on the edge of the sink. It wasn’t long before the whirlwind that ruled her life reappeared. Aelin had a twenty four hour respite and she couldn’t wait to jump back in.

“There she is!” Aelin’s mother announced, walking into the kitchen space.

“Hey there, my baby girl.” In no time at all Aelin was taking back her daughter, holding her tight. “Still grumpy, I see.”

“Yes, but at least you got a break,” Evalin said.

Aelin swayed, looking Marigold over. She looked exactly the same and as her mother had stated, just as grumpy. For the past week her daughter had been fussy and irritable, enough that Aelin had taken her to the doctor for a check up. Everything had been perfectly fine, the doctor had just said Marigold was going through a growth spurt. So all she needed was continued love and care and that was it, it would pass on its own.

That had been great news, but to an already exhausted mum who was doing this on her own and already giving it her all, it pushed Aelin to her limits. After suffering for days she called in backup. Evalin had been more than happy to take her granddaughter overnight. It gave Aelin a chance to recover and reset, even though guilt had her cleaning every chance she got. She had missed her daughter every single minute. It was strange how having a tiny person attached to your hip became so normal. Three months was all it took and just like that Aelin’s old way of life was a very distant and fading memory.

“So, you’ll need a new backpack,” Evalin said.

Aelin wasn’t surprised. “Finally broke, did it?”

“Yep,” Evalin said, inspecting the damage. “Your neighbour was kind enough to help when it did,”

Aelin turned, brows lowering. “The one there?” She pointed out her kitchen window where her newest and unbelievably irritating neighbour resided.

“That’s the one,” Evalin said as she started to unpack the ruined backpack. “Rowan. He seems nice.”

“Hmm,” Aelin refrained from divulging any information about her and her neighbours previous interactions. She didn’t know where he got off. He’d been so rude to her, and needlessly invasive. At least there was someone in the world he could be nice to. “Is he? I wouldn’t know.”

Marigold started tugging on Aelin’s shirt, a very clear indication of what she wanted. Routine was back in full swing, as was Aelin’s job as a walking meal dispenser.

“She’s been pining for you,” Evalin said. “Go do your thing, I’ll start dinner.”

Marigold faceplanted herself right into her mohter’s boob. Message well and truly received. “Thanks, Mum.”

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