#int: rowan

[marti-garcia]

↦ closed starter  / @rowan-dashner ↦ location: recording studio @ applause entertainment studios

As much as Marti liked to call herself a free spirit, she knew there were rules to the game she chose to play. Artists were sensitive, they wanted to be heard and seen. She liked that part. Managers were usually more level-headed and down to earth, usually more focused on numbers and statistics and outcomes than feelings. They were the ones she tried hardest to win over, knowing a good relationship with a talent manager would result in more faith, trust and pixie dust in the form of more jobs.

So when she was finishing up the song and the artist was happy, it wasn't unusual for her to invite the manager to stick around for a little bit. There was a reason the fridges in these rooms were stocked with plenty of alcohol, and the lack of windows helped keep time passing outside a mystery. It was the casino effect, and it kept Marti's sleep schedule completely erratic. She had mixed the song a little more, adding her flair in certain places and creating more depth all throughout, and she'd just played it for Rowan, eyes on his face trying to read his thoughts. "You want anything to drink before you hit me with the critique? I've learned that criticism tastes a little better with a Bacardi chaser."

[harvies]

closed starter for @etxrnaleclipse from phillip to rowan!

phillip adjusted his glasses, glancing at his watch for the third time. he wasn’t anxious — at least that’s what he told himself — but it had been a while since he’d invited anyone to lunch. truth be told, he wasn’t sure. was it too forward? he brushed a stray crumb off the table, his paperwork stacked neatly to the side as if he needed proof of his reason for lingering.

the restaurant was warm, cosy even. he looked up just as the door swung open, and there was rowan, strolling in with that easy confidence that seemed so natural. phillip couldn’t help but smile and raise a hand in greeting. “ah, there you are!” he called out, his voice carrying just enough to reach over the soft buzz of the room.

[soulsuckrrs]

@rowan-revelry liked THIS for an angsty starter

"Don't act like you fucking care," Phelia said with a tone that spoke more volumes than her words, she was always crass, always ice cold and sharp. Her walls were higher than any man made building to date and they weren't coming down for anything or anyone. Any time Phelia had trusted someone it had always ended up with her getting burned or used without getting paid for it. "Nobody ever actually cares, they just feel bad for themselves, that's all." She was bitter, jaded, and her harsh manner of being kept most people away because they didn't want to get berated by her but there were some that saw through her tactics and saw her for what she truly was, a dark and tormented soul forced to live on past their desire to do so.

Finishing the task her fingers had been executing on their own through muscle memory, Phelia lightly wet the sticky edge of the rolling paper and completed a nicely rolled joint. It wasn't the high she wanted but it would suffice, for now. Her eyes snapped over to the other and she inhaled then exhaled through her nose, lips pursuing with mild annoyance, mostly at herself. "Sorry, I'm a little hangry bitch, got any snacks?" It wasn't a full apology but she didn't always mean to be so sharp edged and hurtful, it was just her defense mechanism to survive the world.

[tallbluelady]

45. On a scale from 1-10, how intelligent is your character? (1 being incredibly stupid with almost no knowledge of the world, and 10 literally being Light Yagami. If you don't get it, that's on you lol; but it's basically having over 200 IQ.)

Rowan is smart and likes to learn. She unfortunately was raised in Gridania, so she didn't have much chance for a formal magical education. But like, 7-8 once she's properly educated on a topic? She can follow Urianger just fine in both vocabulary and topic, she just starts her journey with a lack of a knowledge base.

Thanks for the ask!

[halfrest]

@ncghtshifts

Violence wasn’t anything new to Rowan; she was raised by it, learned how to push through the hurt. That didn’t mean her inside was as calloused as her outside. Softness retained, pushed against her ribcage, aching to break through. She stood in Mercy’s room, mouth dry, trying not to linger too long on the state of his arm or if she could find the pain in his features or maybe, the answers to questions they both knew she had. She had a job to get done, a task to push through. “I watched a video but you’re still going to have to give me pointers. Never done a shoulder reduction before,” she said, plainly, looking a little ways past from where he stood. “Did you take anything, at least? All the stuff I saw said that the patient requires a good level of sedation. For the pain.”

[troublcmakcrs]

@bxtsence :

I only did Tweek since only he and Rowan has interacted so far xP

"Well... you got the most important one, at least."

[4ftermidnights]

@rowanwilliams-rp

the eldest raises her claws — no other way to refer to how long the nails she's just added and is in the process of getting done are — to the light, half-admiring, half-horrified. small things, like getting her nails so long and sharp, are but a silly novelty; not the first and certainly not the last. "what color are you getting?" cecilia asks, looking from her nails to the woman's next to her. "and have you decided where are we going tonight?"

[jessestjameslds]

@rowrowrowyourmotta

I have to say after sorting out the deal for the spectrum location im intrigued what you did with the place. From the pictures ive seen you've done amazing things with the architecture.

But the stories ive been hearing about the place are what can i say interesting. But then i suppose some people can't resist being in charge.

[faultyconscience]

@lcvbctten (rowan) said: ❛ But everyone loves something. And in that love there's collateral. ❜

Cooper eyes the younger man, the ridge of his brow quirking at the statement. "Now those are fightin' words," he replies, his head canting to the side, eyes narrowing. He's a distrustful sort of man--200 years in the Wasteland will do that to you and he was already well on his way being so before the bombs dropped. "I hope for your sake that wasn't a threat."

[pennysylvester]

That's...well. Certainly the assessment. That's the vibe I give off?

Oh, I wasn't talking vocally, I can spot a screamer a mile away, but your vibe gives off "girl next door who keeps her dark thoughts to herself" and I dig that

[harvies]

[ listen ] sender listens to receiver explain something they’re passionate about (either of the pairings)

from this meme! @etxrnaleclipse

phillip’s voice filled the quiet living room, an unrestrained enthusiasm that he couldn’t quite rein in as he spoke. he leaned slightly forward, hands gesturing all over the place as he recounted the details of the exhibition they had just visited. “it's just so… fascinating!” he began, his brows furrowing slightly as he recalled every bit of their time back at the museum, “the way they curated that exhibition, can you imagine the care and thought that went into every little detail? rowan, did you notice the lighting?it wasn't just an exhibition... it was an experience!” his hand swept the air as he described, as if rowan wasn't there with him. a soft, almost childlike excitement glistened in his eyes as he continued, barely pausing for breath. “and the timeline wall... baby, the timeline wall! the way they added in personal stories into the much larger historical context? it was breath taking. they didn’t just show artefacts, you know. they showed lives! dreams! struggles! oh you could just feel it.”

phillip leaned back then, letting out a breath, though his fingers still fiddled absent-mindedly with the edge of his pullover. his expression softened briefly before brightening again. “and that interactive section? i loved every single bit of it, ro.” phillip's voice dropped a little, as if he were sharing a secret with the other. “i kind of wished they had something that we could bring back home, though. a flyer, anything.” he said with a soft sigh, his gaze drifting to the floor for a moment as finally took a breath. phillip caught himself mid-thought as the smile on his face faltered slightly before he let out a soft, self-conscious laugh. his shoulders eased back as he slumped against the couch, as he turned to look at the other fully.

“oh no, i’ve done it again, haven’t i?” phillip's cheek dust a faint pink as he rubbed the back of his neck, his smile turning sheepish. “i’m sorry. i just... well, you know how i get about this sort of thing. i didn’t mean to ramble on and on and bore you.” his gaze searched rowan’s face, his expression a mix of embarrassment and hopeful vulnerability, waiting for some kind of reassurance that he hadn’t driven him mad with all the exhibition talk.

[harvies]

closed christmas starter for @etxrnaleclipse

phil had spent most of the afternoon being nervous, the kind that curled in the pit of his stomach and refused to leave. his home was warm now, carrying the lingering scent of roasted vegetables and something sweet he’d pulled out of the oven not too long ago. the faint sound of a record played in the background, something old and soft, filling the spaces where silence might’ve made the evening feel heavier. he glanced toward the small dining table he’d set — nothing fancy but he tried with a candle flickering low in the middle. it felt like too much and not enough all at once, but he pushed the thought aside. it’s just rowan, he reminded himself… though that only made things worse.

“it’s just rowan,” he muttered again under his breath, as if saying it aloud would ease the knot in his stomach. he turned back to the kitchen, reaching for a tea towel to busy his hands as he waited. it had been weeks now… no, months maybe, of this. something unspoken building between them, a weight he can’t really name and he didn’t want to ruin anything by trying. as the evening approached, he felt himself getting even more nervous. you should tell him. the thought whispered in the quiet moments when no one else was around to drown it out. and tonight, it being christmas eve, a night that felt so impossibly close and intimate… it seemed louder than ever.

still, the other thoughts lingered too and he doubted himself. what if rowan didn’t see him that way? what if things shifted and the easy comfort they’d built over time simply slipped away? he shook his head, exhaling slowly as he wiped his palms against the towel. “stop overthinking,” he muttered to himself, just as a knock sounded at the door. his heart jumped in his chest, and he takes a moment before moving to answer it. when he opened the door, the sight of rowan there made phil’s stomach flip in a way he tried to ignore. “hey, you made it,” phil said with a fond smile softening the nerves as he stepped back to let rowan in. “come in, before you freeze to death.”

[chungledown-bimothy]

... this is not a particularly high-INT table. liam and rowan have +1, but that's the best they've got. this "high technology computer" is gonna be a fun situation lmao

[danikamariewrites]

reader being Rowaelins daughter and she’s secretly seeing Elorcan’s daughter, at first rowaelin think that she has a secret boyfriend and they want to see him and kind of threaten him, but then everyone finds out at the same time that it’s actually them dating🖤🖤🖤🖤🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

Cardigan

Elorcan daughter x Reader

A/n: this is such a cute idea I died reading it. And yes this is named after a folklore song but I’m focusing on the happy romantic parts of the song ☺️ Elorcans daughters name is Diana (BOTH ARE OVER 18)

Warnings: none

Light snores pull you from your dream and into the sweetest reality. Your beautiful girlfriend, Diana Lochan, the most beautiful female in all of Terrasen. You brush he thick black hair back from her face and smile. Even though your relationship is currently a secret, you were both happy. Besides, if your family’s knew the two of you would never have any peace to figure things out.

The future Lady of Perranth began to stir and her eyes cracked open. Diana’s soft giggle warmed your heart. “Morning y/n/n.” Gods her voice was so hot in the morning.

You moved closer, sharing a pillow with her and Diana wrapped an arm around you. You rested your face in the crook of her neck, placing small kiss across her skin.

Pulling away from your girlfriend you boop her nose. “What should we do after breakfast?” You ask. Diana hums in thought. “We could take a walk int gardens. Or we could go into the city, look around maybe window shop. Ohh what about the library?”

Before you could give your answer your mother was knocking on your door. “Y/n, breakfast soon. Are you out of bed yet darling?” You hold your finger up to your lips as Diana held her breath. “Yeah mom! I’ll be down in a few minutes.” The Queen of Terrasen’s footsteps faded and you could both breathe again.

The two of you scrambled out of bed to get dressed. “Fuck my shirt,” Diana sighed holding up the tattered fabric. “Uuhhhh,” you tore through your expansive closet and grabbed an outfit, throwing it at Diana, “wear this.”

Once you changed you noticed the shirt was one your family would know. You wrapped a cardigan with silver star patches around her and buttoned it. “You look so cute Di.” You give her a quick kiss and pull her toward the door.

Sure, sometimes you guys were sloppy with your scents and obvious signs. No one ever said anything though. Walking into breakfast the family was so lost in conversation no one noticed the two of you. It was kind of nice.

As you sat down your father immediately perked his head up, sniffing your direction. “Y/n,” he said sternly. “Yes father?” You ask confused at his hostile tone this early. “Who’s scent is on you?” At his very loud question the entire table looked at you.

Your eyes went wide as you looked at your mother, siblings, and the Lochans. You locked eyes with Diana and your mouth started moving. Nothing coherent came out, just sounds as you tried to think of an excuse. You looked back at your father, a white eyebrow cocked at you.

“Well father, uuummmm…Diana and I just,” Diana stood suddenly, her chair sliding back loudly, “We’re together!” She practically screeched. You slap your hands over your eyes. “I was just going to say we had a sleepover, babe.”

Removing your hands you saw Diana’s cheeks turn bright red. You could feel yours start to heat as well. Your mother comes up behind you, kissing your head. “We are very happy for you darling. Right Rowan?” She growled out that last part making you and your siblings laugh.

Your father snapped out of his shocked state, “Yes, yes! Of course.” Lorcan spoke up next, “I’m very proud of both of you for not being afraid to admit it. We didn’t mean to scare you, you’re very brave, girls” you and Diana were shocked that Lorcan was so understanding.

When he and your father thought no one was looking they began glaring at each other. Both promising death. “Oh we should take you girls out this afternoon. Wouldn’t that be fun Aelin?” “Absolutely!”

You and Diana groan, giving each other an exasperated look. You both knew your moms were just going to grill you on your relationship. You knew they were doing it out of love.

As breakfast went on you felt a little lighter. Like a weight you didn’t know was on your shoulders had disappeared. Everyone at the table were back to their conversations but you could only look at Diana. You were so happy to have her. And now there was no need to hide.

[infinite-protagonist]

why do you do this to me @greatestcoworker *sigh*

*DEEP INHALE*

Version One:

I was thinking back to a post made by one of the two Bryce's, god forbid I remember, saying that he kind of wishes he pushed Protag in the elevator instead. With that thought, I was thinking that typically you go into the floors in order. While memorizing the answers on floor five, he stayed int eh radiation a little too long. By the time Protag and Coworker roll around to floor eight, he is already acting a little funny. He pushes him in because he is, albeit he won't admit it, a little scared. He saves one of the two doppels (which for this example let's say Rowan stayed stuck in there, but it won't change much depending on who stays), and Protag continues to change. He growled taller, becomes slimmer, some resemblance of spines grow on his back and grows some sort of animalistic ears. His teeth grow sharper, nails morph to claws, and legs slowly shape into those like, animal legs (I CAN'T SPELL IT???). After a while of not eating, he becomes absolutely starving. Famished. Hungry. Any living creature that was any smaller than a few feet shorter than him, he devoured. Rowan was safe, but Protag definitely showed signs of aggression towards him. Eventually, with this newly found strength and confidence, he breaks out. He isn't even done mutating at this point, as over time, he begins using all fours as a faster way to travel and eventually becomes his prioritized way of moving around. His spine lengthens, making all-fours travel a lot easier.

Version Two: Same cause, but instead of being confined, he stays in the elevator. He Brite forces the scissors out of Antag's hands, before forcing them in. By the time they get the the interview, he fails but instead of dying, he catches Normal Guys hand and throws his away. By this time he has grown slightly taller, slimmer and slightly longer and sharper nails. Oh, and a bit more strength than average. After fleeing he proceeds to mutate, etc etc. ugh this one's more boring ehagajdbsn

[f3v3rdreamz]

×Info×

Any pronouns

Pluto/Seron

Idfk my sexuality 🤯

Fandoms: AOAS/FnaF/MSM/Warriorcats/Etc.

Interests: The solar system/Cats/History/Etc.

Favorite Characters: Rowan Damisch/Longtail/Scythe Goddard/Henry Emily/Etc.

DNI: Pedo's/Zoo's/Racists/Proshippers/Etc

Thin ice: 18+ (Just don't act weird pls)

Int!: 14+/AOAS fans/LGBTQ+/Roleplayers/Etc

Ptsd/Depression

I don't mind roleplaying, nicknames, questions about myself, etc.

!!I DO NOT SUPPORT NEAL SHUSHTERMAN!!