#oh and uh your mom may or may not know about you and aes already--- :hides: there was some stuff i vented to her a long time ago

[chasgoo]

Last night Sasa n Roachy were climbing on stuff to try to get to the little lizard on my ceiling so yeah pretty much they're still silly and insane

Also they were fighting a big evil roach in the living room

I just noticed you left our server

I'm not mad at you, that's probably what's best for you honestly, I hope you're doing okay. I still care for you, sometimes I wonder if you still care about me too

I don't figure you look at my profile honestly, it's probably best you don't, but if you do see this, I hope you're doing well, And I hope you're happy where you're at. I hope your friends treat you well always, and you're never alone

[snelbz]

“Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.” for Rowaelin.

Emilee, my darling. Ask and you shall receive.

Two Missed Calls - Rowaelin High School AU

A drunk oneshot for @highqueenofelfhame.

Aelin knocked on the front door of the Whitethorn‘s home as she cracked open the door. “Hello?”

A bright, cheery voice answered her. “In the kitchen.”

She kicked her shoes off by the rack, her vans flopping on top of Rowan’s enormous cleats. She tossed her purse on the small bench by the door and rounded the corner into the living room. As she passed by, she gave Rowan’s cat, Snowie, a scratch under the chin. The cat, never having been the biggest fan of Aelin, immediately began to hiss at her. Aelin tossed a vulgar gesture at her and kept walking. As she crossed the threshold into the kitchen, she was hit by the smell of freshly baked banana bread.

“Okay, that smells amazing,” she said, sitting at the bar and propping her chin on her fist.

Rowan’s mother, Genevieve, turned around and gave Aelin a fond smile. “Well you may just find a loaf in your bag when you leave then,” she said. She turned back to her stove, a multitude of pots and pans in front of her. “Are you staying for dinner?”

Rowan’s parents owned the White Tail, a restaurant in downtown Orynth. Every single thing Genevieve made was delicious.

“Is that even a question? Of course,” Aelin replied.

“How did tryouts go?” Genevieve asked, moving to the fridge to grab the carton of heavy cream. “Anything exciting happen?”

It was Aelin’s senior year and she had been elected captain by her fellow cheerleaders and coach, which meant tryouts for the upcoming year were up to her.

She shrugged. “A few girls coming up from middle school could be a good addition to the JV squad. But yes, something exciting did happen.” The tone of her voice told Genevieve how unexcited Aelin was. She turned around and looked at her.

Aelin pulled her phone out of her pocket and slid it across the counter.

The screen was shattered, glass spiderwebbed across from top to bottom. As she pushed it, she could hear the faint tinkling on the marble as small pieces fell out.

Genevieve picked it up and looked at it. I looked like it had been run over by a truck. “Oh no, what happened?”

“Field goal practice,” Aelin said, deadpan.

Genevieve had to keep from laughing.

Aelin had made her frustrations about sharing a practice field with the football team clear many, many times. Especially to the captain of the football team’s mother.

“I’m sure Vaughn didn’t mean to,” she said, placing the ruined phone on the counter. She laugh quietly. “Lord knows that boy can hardly ever keep the ball between the posts, much less aim for your phone.”

Aelin rolled her eyes. “Okay, true. But I still have to go buy a new phone. These aren’t cheap and my parents are NOT going to be happy.”

Genevieve pursed her lips as she thought. With the same silver hair and shining green eyes, Aelin thought that Rowan was the spitting image of his mother, but even more so when she saw Genevieve make that face. She had grown up in the Whitethorn house, her family living across the street. She and Rowan had been best friends all of their lives, inseparable. When he tried out for football in 6th grade, she tried out for cheerleading so they could ride the bus together the to away games, neither of them realizing they’d found their callings.

As a junior, Rowan had been offered a full ride to the University of Terrasen, to play football. Aelin hadn’t received any offers yet, but her season wouldn’t start until the following fall. She did know that her coach had already reached out to a few schools on her behalf though, one of which was UT.

“Rowan’s old phone should be in his room, I think I saw the box sitting on his nightstand. Borrow that one until you can get a new one,” Genevieve said, smiling at her “other” child. Aelin remembered that the Whitethorn’s had just upgraded phones and thanked the gods her best friend’s mother loved her so much. “It was practically brand new anyways.”

She hopped out of her seat and ran around the counter planting a kiss on the woman’s cheek. “You’re the best!” She said, hugging her. She stepped back. “Speaking of Rowan, where exactly is your son? I expected to find him in here stuffing his face.”

Genevieve laughed. “You were about 5 minutes late for the ‘post practice face stuffing’. He went upstairs to his room. Go on. I’ll have some snacks ready for you guys in a few minutes.”

Aelin smiled at her warmly, grabbed an apple from the basket on the kitchen counter, and made her way back into the living room and took the steps two at a time. She stopped in front of Rowan’s closed bedroom door and knocked.

No answer.

“Open up, Buzzard, it’s me.”

Nothing.

She lightly knocked again and opened the door. She slipped in and said, “Rowan?” as she shut the door behind her with a soft click.

It was then that she could hear the shower running in his bathroom from the half open door. Her eyebrows rose as she realized she could see him in the reflection of the foggy mirror, his muscular back on full display.

Aelin started, watching the blurred form of him as he reached up and ran his hands through his wet hair, rinsing the shampoo out. She watched as squirted soap into his hand and began to watch his body. She tried not to watch, but couldn’t tear her eyes away as one hand pressed against the tile and the other dipped below her line of sight and stayed there for quite a few minutes.

The sound of the water shutting off spurred her into motion and she rushed to his nightstand. She didn’t see the box or the phone sitting on top, so she opened the drawers.

Her eyes roved over the condoms and Sports Illustrated magazines she saw (and knew there had to be some she was glad she didn’t see), until it fell on the phone sitting in the corner. She picked it up and tried to turn it on, bumping the drawer closed with her hip. It was dead, so dead that not even the battery indicator popped up to tell her it was dead. She grabbed the charger off the floor by his bed and plugged it in, sitting down. After a minute, the screen came to life, a white apple on a black background shining back at her.

“Holy sh- you just scared the shit out of me, Aes.”

Rowan’s voice caused Aelin to jerk her head up.

He was standing in the bathroom door way, wearing nothing but a towel slung low on his hips. Her mouth dried out and she couldn’t remember how to speak or even her own name. She could only stare.

“I didn’t know you were coming over,” he said, crossing to his dresser and grabbing clothes. “You never texted me. I called you twice.”

Aelin cleared her throat. “Yeah, that’s because my phone is destroyed. Tell Vaughn thanks for me, by the way.”

“Oh, shit, that was your bag that got hit?”

“Yep.” She sighed. “So your mom said I could use your old phone, I just need to get it booted up and reset it.”

He whirled, so quickly that it surprised Aelin. His eyes immediately locked onto the phone in her lap. “Uh,” he stammered. “You can’t- You cant use my old phone. It’s…broken.”

Aelin rolled her eyes. “It’s not broken and you and I both know it. I’ll be careful with it, I promise.”

With that, Aelin looked down to see it had booted up and only needed to be unlocked.

She typed the 4 digits Rowan used for everything into the keypad as she heard him say, “Aelin, please, don’t-.”

The world went silent. Aelin wasn’t moving. Rowan wasn’t speaking. The white noise of the ceiling fan even sounded distant.

The phone had unlocked to a nearly empty page, only a few apps across the top and bottom. And she was looking at a picture of herself, taken at one of her competitions.

“Aelin, let me-.”

“Am I your lockscreen?” She asked, eyes darting up to him, his clothes balled up in his hands.

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.

And once again, Aelin was noticing Rowan’s handsome face. The way the evening sunlight made his emerald eyes sparkle. His killer body. The way his bottom lip was pulled between his teeth.

The way she wanted to pull that lip between her own.

She set the phone on the night stand and stood, crossing the room to where Rowan stood in front of the dresser.

“Why am I your lockscreen, Rowan?” She whispered, inches away from him, the scent of him, freshly showered, heady and distracting.

His eyes flicked from her hers to her lips and back. “Because you’re the last thing I like to see before I go to bed and the first thing I want to see when I wake up.”

A soft gasp left Aelin as his hand rested on the back of her neck and he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. He stepped back and she stood there, shock written across her face. He patiently waited for her to do something, not wanting to make another move until she’d made hers.

With no warning, she threw herself on him, arms going around his neck and the clothes balled up in his hands forgotten as one dove into her hair and the other wrapped around her waist. He leaned back against the dresser pulling her closer to him and it was only when he felt her warm hands on his bare chest that he remembered he was only wearing a towel. He stepped back and cleared his throat, glancing down at his body, at the same time Aelin did, and he watched as a smirk formed on that gorgeous face.

It was in that moment that Genevieve knocked on the door, saying “Ro, Aelin? I have snacks for you!”

Rowan grabbed his clothes off the floor and dashed into the bathroom as Aelin fought off the urge to laugh out loud.

It was in that moment, she decided senior year might be fun after all, especially if she had Rowan Whitethorn by her side.

[thelastarchangelaskblog]

Session 10

I never did a summary of our 10th session and we just had our 11th today. Anyway, here’s what happened in Session 10 (so much).

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(Read more.)

Zira ( @heliocentricgeometric​), Rhodey ( @rebaobsessions​), and myself retrieved DJ (doxblogsstuff) from wandering out lost in the forest while clutching a boquet of flowers to entice Luna. Alas, Luna had already left for greener pastures to get to Bob.

Oh yeah, something else happened directly pre-this session but that’s a text rp thing. Anyway, Bob traumatized Tony. It was very bad but led to some sweet conversations.

It’s discovered Luna can turn into a rabbit.

DJ: A rabbit?

Zira: Yeah.

DJ: ...Why? 

Zira: It just be like that sometimes.

DJ is wet from trying to throw water over Tony and Bob and only succeeding on getting it on himself and one of Tony’s shoes. Tony grabs a blanket from his bag of holding to dry him off.

@the-grey-hunt​ as DM: You're adventurers and you don't even have towels?

inu: I don't see towels in my inventory, I'm using a cloak.

reba: Tony’s being Dad(TM) at DJ.

There was mention of a cart in our last text RP.

DM: We don't have a cart, and I don't know why people keep thinking we do. 

DJ tries hanging his clothes on a tree branch to dry.

dox: The boy's three feet tall so we all know how well that goes.

Zira tries to wake up Bob ( @thechaoticwave​) and Luna ( @imagine1117​) who fell asleep on the roadside.

Zira: Hey. Hey. Heyheyhey hey.

Tony’s being Tony and is just aggressively ignoring everybody.

Zira: Hey, Rhodey, I think Tony is avoiding his problems.

Bob and Luna wake up!

Sam: What's good? 

Zira: Nothing is good! Ever! Let's go!

DJ, at Luna: You didn't tell me you could rabbit!!

Luna: I can rabbit?

Zira: Correct.

Zira is concerned about the party’s mental health!

Zira: I may not be legally a doctor...

Zira really wants us to talk things out now!

Tony: I don't think any of us are in the mood for emotionally fraught conversations.

Zira: I'm always in the mood for emotionally fraught conversations!

Tony does not engage in emotionally fraught conversations. Emotionally fraught conversations are not had.

thechaoticwave: Sam (Bob) flies over to Luna and just cats on her.

Zira has demanded a fairy tale/story from Tony, and he’s happy enough to oblige.

Zira, very quietly: ...stories......yay!

I tell a very long fairy tale I wrote during a backstory scene. it works out great and everyone likes it.

Later Zira tells everyone we can’t die.

Zira: It's illegal for you people to die. I just decided.

Luna: What's the penalty if we die?

DJ: She’ll aggressively mourn you until you feel bad and come back to life.

DJ gets a piggy-back ride from Rhodey for some reason that I can’t remember, which leads to a discussion on heights.

Zira: Your height is built on lies and Rhodey.

Zira: I'm average height for an aasimar.

Tony: Ehhhh, not...that average.

Zira: Well, I don't know! And how do you know anyway?

Tony (internally): Uh, shit.

Tony: I’ve met a few aasimar on my travels. They’re pretty obvious.

Zira: How tall are aasimar, then?

Tony indicates about his height or a little shorter.

Zira: That's...stupid. I like this height better.

That night Zira would like to contact Zaphkiel, her celestial guide.

DM: Zaphkiel is still charging his Nokia.

Gabriel has a Dream! He tries to find Mortimer, but doesn’t find Mortimer. He does find...Balthazar?! 

DM describing new character: He looks a little more genuinely scruffy, but his shirt is still open almost to his bellybutton. it's so weird because your shirt doesn't have buttons, but his does and they're not done up.  

We’re both really shocked to see each other, and it soon comes out that Balthazar is also in Othanzia with Hannah and has been for a while. And Gabriel’s family has broken apart since his absence.

Balthazar: If, on the off chance you are Gabriel, where the fuck have you been?

Gabriel doesn’t have any answers for Balthazar he can give beyond trying to tell him that he’s in Othanzia and somewhere in the middle of nowhere.

Gabriel: Briarbane? 

Balthazar: Never heard of it. 

Gabriel: EXACTLY

Gabriel tries to tell Balthazar what happened with Samael/Lucifer and two of their other missing siblings, but Balthazar doesn’t want to believe him, and Gabriel wakes up.

DJ tries making toast again that morning.

Helio: I need to know what the outcome was!

DM: 18. it's good toast.

Helio: FUCK

DJ discusses his bombs (I think?).

DJ: I'm not dead yet. 

Zira: YET

Zira has plans to get Tony and Bob to talk to each other.

DJ (to Zira, who is walking away yelling at Bob and Tony): Are you sure you want to ignore Mom?

Tony and Bob are forced to talk to each other. thechaoticwave is absolutely fantastic at crying, and Tony feels really bad but he’s pretty firm on them needing answers or it’s not going to work out. And then leaves because he can’t deal with the conversation any further.

The next night Gabriel has another Dream and meets Joshua. Still no Mortimer, but Joshua? And Joshua is the only one still left at Gabriel’s old home. Everyone else has left. Some to explore the world and others (Michael, Raphael, and Naomi) to hunt down the Horned Crown.

It’s a calmer conversation than the one Gabriel had with Balthazar but no less upsetting. But he does learn a lot more about what’s happened since he left!

And the next day we finally reach the last dungeon of the opening module! And there’s...things. And a pit.

inu: Ae you just going to tell me it's a rope?

DM: No, there's things.

inu rolls a 5

DM: Ehh it's a rope!

We climb down a pit. Except JARVIS. He jumps and Rhodey manages to catch him but gets some damage while doing so.

Tony: I hope you've learned a lesson to not jump down pits and expect our fiances to catch us. 

Rhodey: Am I engaged to JARVIS now, too?

10 sturgis attack us while we’re exploring!

thechaoticwave: 5 points of fire damage.

DM: 5?! That's all their hit points!

Tony goes off by himself and opens a door before Rhodey can stop him. There are 3 ghouls in it.

Rhodey is unhappy with this arrangement.

Reba: Is it possible for me to roll athletics to pick up Tony and move him?

Rhodey proceeds to shove Tony to the side to attack the ghouls.

Tony: RUDE.

Bob: hey ghouls, its me, ya boi.

The ghouls have the most ridiculous names.

DM: Thus ends Robtholomew.

Luna gets her poison spray cantrip in! And it hits!

...

The one time Luna's Poison Spray cantrip hits, the creature is immune to poison damage

imagine: Luna's gonna try and lob [the ghoul's] head off.

DM: Roll for beheading.

Later we enter a large hall filled with skeletons. Zira’s asking Zaphkiel for...something.

DM: [Zaphkiel]'s Nokia is at cell phone repair.

There’s a cool forge in one room! DJ and Tony both go to investigate before the DM even finishes describing the room. ...There are zombies.

They attack Tony and DJ.

Tony (to the zombies): First of all, rude. Second of all, fuck you.

Rhodey joins the fight and at one point...

Rhodey rolls a nat 1 but his strength is So Good and the undead's AC So Bad that Rhodey manages to hit it.

And DJ hits one with a quarterstaff!

DJ: Why, hello there! Would you like me to whack you? Yes, yes, you would.

Bob and Luna team up with a fire spell and a thorn thing and trap a lot of zombies. And that’s the end of Session 10! Session 11 saw us defeat the dungeon boss!