#rookling

[sodorsteam]

...Ok but what if Rook, in his infinite weirdness, was just a little pup when he first arrived on Sodor. As an engine he's just a normal M7 tank engine, but when he takes his human shape he's like the size of a can of soda and only speaks in squeaks and chitters... Like he still had to actually GROW into his human shape. Of course, someone would have to be in charge of that because like. No one else on the damned RW has time for a BABY ffs they're busy...

well.

Henry would doe <3 he desperately wants kids. This one, weird, small and shy one will do just fine.

[explorers-central]

This took way longer than it should have

More homophobia in honour of pride month

Anyway, happy pride from the first explorers fan page™! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

[nyenylon]

I can't express how much it is too early for the sexualization of minors in this FUCKING CHILDREN'S BOOK FANDOM (To be clear it's ALWAYS BAD)

(No hate to the artist of this interesting piece, they're obviously younger and there's nothing wrong with the way they actually draw other than the skin being kinda ashy for the POC characters but also TOO YOUNG FOR THIS. STOP. STOP. THIS IS BAD. NOT EVEN THE WORST ONE.)

[neige-leblanche]

i showed my dad my rook plushie and he was like "so cute! is it supposed to be cute, or dangerous and scary?" and you can imagine the delight with which i got to reply "both!! :D"

[programmergirll]

Me: *moves a pawn*

Them: I see you're going for the grunkly flunko opening. Very bad choice. I activate my trap card. I castle my king and I rookle my knight. Now look this is mate in 3. I move the dice to a1 b2 abcdefg, then you blunder your rook, I promote my queen to a pawn, en passant, sacré bleu, re-promote back to a level 2 queen, then the queen casts an ice attack and you lose 50 hp and after that your only available move is blunder the rook, plunger the book, tap your land but then my charizard launches a deadly fire lazer beam which sends all your pieces to the shadow realm. Checkmate.

Me: Ok

[ratpoison2]

I wanted to this with the vice dorm leaders too

[filmes-online-facil]

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[lostincoloste]

Act One, Chapter 4

I descended the final stair, into what looked like some sort of… tomb? Shrine? It was long abandoned by people, but there was signs we had been here. Stone carved chairs, what look like elevated presenting or speaking areas, crumbling bookshelves. I first caught sight of the creatures at that last step too. They flitted out of the light as I approached, like a shadow moving across the wall. I didn’t think anything of them at first, but I soon would. I was more worried about Castlello, who was beginning to move sluggishly, lost balance and stepping with all it’s weight. Almost like a little toddler, staggering down the steps. “Cas, are you alright?” was all I could say. I’d never seen it like this before, even when exiting it’s sleep, it’s not disoriented and staggering, just a bit slow. Then I heard the sound box inside of it playing… and then I realized it was mimicking a sounds I hadn’t noticed. A song of some sort, quiet and strange, but with a rhythm. Like a choir, or church congregation. I threw my cape over Castlello, hoping to block out the sounds, but all it did was plop down, sitting onto it’s rocky bottom. “Are you kidding!?” I pleaded with it, but all it did was sit and gently rock around. Fine, I thought to myself. I’ll just examine this alone, then. I was worried, of course, but the anger at the abandonment by my only companion made me act out. I didn’t need a rookling to be an adventurer. The ruins stretched on in front of me, at the end of a short hallway was a thick stone door, partially open, that revealed some sort of engraved wall inside. I quickly pushed my way in, throwing open the doors with abandon, and looking upon the carved wall. I was massively dwarfed by the size of the wall engraving. It was huge and nearly untouched, the bottom bit, the only bit someone of my height, or a bit higher, could reach, was covered in various oily looking hand prints, obscuring much of it. It looked to be a wall, possibly dating to before whoever inhabited here figured out writing, as it was covered in pictures of the hero, brandishing sword and lyre, in various scenes likely depicting tales of heroism.

I approached the wall, my own hands seemingly acting on their own to touch the engraved images. The second my hand made contact, pain wracked every nerve of my body, and my head snapped back, vision going dark for a second. Then, I saw, clear as day, what I knew to be the hero depicted on the wall, a massive sword like my own hanging from his back. He was tall, with dark skin and long curly hair, wearing a very revealing tunic and leather skirt, reinforced with rook pieces made of a red-gold material I’d never seen a Rook of. In his hands, however, was a Lyre. The Lyre looked to be made of bone, or antler of some sort, similar to the hilt of my sword, carved and engraved with something incredibly intricate. I looked out and saw what he was looking at: a city, and a massive rook, nearly the size of a city itself, bearing down on it. He plucked a tune I couldn’t quite make out, like listening to one instrument of a song through the water, and as he played, the air thrummed, and the rook slowed down, then brought itself down into a resting position, before stopping like that. The hero grinned a self confident grin, and strutted down the hill he was perched on, breaking into a jog and shouldering his sword.

Then the scene changed, now rain was beating down on us, massive droplets hailing down on us like arrows from the heavens. I looked behind us, and was shocked by what I saw: My hometown, Stonebrook. Well, Stonebrook before it was Stonebrook. But I would recognize the landscape anytime, The creek, little cliff, and there were even a few houses I knew were old. My home was there, at the base of the Little Cliff. I also saw people, terrified people, hiding in those homes, and running away. I turned back around to see what was terrifying everyone so, and nearly cried out in fright when I turned back. An army of Rooks, monstrous and rampaging, giant swords clashing and cannons thundering. Bearing right down on us, charging. Then, I heard a note, plucked from the lyre, just the one before I couldn’t hear what he was playing. I felt the rooks approaching, and then, above them, I felt a drumbeat, a war song, reverberate through my chest. Once again, the air itself seemed alive, and thrummed with the music. The rooks in front of us stopped, a rampage of these monstrous constructs crashing into each other some moving with such force that the fell apart and broke as the charge halted. Then, after a couple seconds, they turned, and began to flee, the infighting among them worse than before, ruins and bits of them being left as fragments . Soon, they had all fled, thundering into the distance. Then, my vision went dark again.

I awoke on the floor, cold and shivering, my body wet with sweat. I could smell myself, which is disgusting. My muscles felt like I’d been standing there, flexing every single one intensely for several minutes, which I probably was. On the engraving wall, I saw exactly where my hands had been, scorched and dug into the wall. While visions aren’t normal exactly, visions that make that happen feel less normal. My hands weren’t burnt, or even dirties than before, but there was no mistaking that was where I had been standing mere minutes ago. I pulled myself off the floor, and wiped away the sweat on my face with my cape, readjusting my sword on my back to be ready to draw. I had a bad feeling about all this. From here, there was 2 doors out, ignoring the one I came in from. One looked heavy, like a fancy door that might have led to a vault or something of the sort, and the other a plain stone door, unadorned. I opted for the fancy door, reasoning that if I was looking for something in here, hopefully the Lyre, it would likely be hidden in the vault or treasury or whatever this room was. It took all my strength and a good powerful position, but I braced myself and slowly pushed the door open. The room was dark, and once I pulled my torch in, in the centre I saw something weird: A humanoid looking stone construct, holding a bag and stuffing shiny pieces of metal into it. The head of the thing, which looked like a crown of stone, slowly turned towards me. I looked at it, in shock, as it looked back to me with blue glowing eyes. It was made of a dark grey stone, different than the walls of the dungeon, and in it’s hand was a large sack that it was clearly pushing stuff into. I looked at the thing in front me, recognizing what it was doing. This thing was a thief, and likely not from in this tomb. It chattered at me, before dropping the sack on the floor, and pick up a sword off the table, the blade an ancient rusted thing in an unfamiliar design.

The thing swung it’s blade at me, a wide and clumsy strike the I easily backpedaled away from, a half step being all I needed. As it’s blade collided and bounced off the wall, I was able to quickly launch the ball hanging from my hip at it, the ball doing just enough to distract it for a few moments, giving me the time I was buying to pull my sword from my back, and slam it down on the thing’s arm, shattering the limb, sending it back a few steps, reeling. I flipped my blade to the flat side, and threw the whole massive sword over my shoulder and then down in a crescent shaped strike across the creature’s body, it’s stony exterior shattering and flying around the room. For a few seconds, the glow of it’s eyes remained and I could see some sort of… sad expression on it’s face. I was probably reading into it; Rooks and rook related things weren’t truly alive, and don’t have feelings. It’s just out nature, as people, personifying them. As it’s gears ground to a halt and the lights that were it’s eyes went out, I remembered what it was doing. Looting.

I found it’s bag, an old burlap thing that worked very well for carrying treasure. And my-oh-my did it have a good haul. Tiny little fragmented Rookstones, worthless to me but very valuable to crafters. It also had a small wooden box in the bag, which held clearly ancient books within. That’s a good haul. I didn’t think about it in the moment, but it was important that whatever that thing was, it recognized the value in human, intelligent writing. As I write my journal, I worry that what I thought I knew about Rooks and things like them isn’t the full truth I’d believed. I’ll have to… think. The room wasn’t fully looted yet, either. I rifled through cupboard and cabinets, finding what looked like a piece of a Rookling, one I could put onto Castlello, once it wasn’t malfunctioning. I shoved that into the bag, as well as a few more pieces of Rookstones and jewelry made of precious metals.

The faint singing became louder again, and I readied my sword, ready to fight whatever was making the sound. I first saw it’s eyes, glowing like a cat’s in the dark, and a crimson. The whistling slowed as this thing stopped, and then took on a new tune, a droning high pitch, quickly moving up and down in pitch and note. It’s skin was pitch black, I could only barely make out the creature’s size. I called them Ruinlings. It rushed me, sharp claws raking across my shoulder, ripping my shirt and throwing the torch from my hands. I scrambled, moving to get into the light before I was swallowed by the inky darkness that filled the room. I saw a flash of it’s red eye, and dodged into the light of the torch, ducking into a dive roll, and managing to pick up the torch as I rolled past it. As I got to my feet, I pirouetted, swinging the torch around, cracking the torch into the face of the ruinling. The beast fell to the ground, and I gave it no chance, bringing my sword down into the creature, killing it in one fell swoop. Once it wasn’t moving so fast, I could see it better by the torchlight. It’s skin was pitch black, and very wet, almost oily looking. From what I could see of the thing’s mouth, it appeared to have fluted teeth-like bone protrusions that likely were the source of it’s whistling sounds. The rest of the whistling ringing through the ruins had changed, now anxiety inducing droning was heard in dozens of different pitches, a sound I could feel in my skull, rattling and buzzing in my ears. I would have to find whatever was in here fast, and pray to the spirits it would be worth it. I caught my breath, poured a bit of water from my canteen over my scratch. It stung, but it wasn’t deep. Looks like these things kill you by a thousand cuts.

I opened the door that I hadn’t touched yet, and from what I could see, it was a simple long hallway, echoes of the whistles reverberating back and forth across the ancient polished stone. I walked down the hallway, torch held high, with a careful eye for movement, but I was quickly distracted. The walls had similar markings and runes carved into them as Castlello, ancient and faded like it’s own body, but familiar to examination. As I pressed onwards, I heard the whistling change tune again, and before I could listen to what it sounded like, the ground began to rumble underneath me, and the walls on either side slowly began to move inward, threatening to crush me.

Panicking, I searched for a door, or an exit proper, but found nothing. I frantically kepts rushing down the hallway, looking for a way out, but my efforts were fruitless. With ever passing second, the walls pulled in closer, the claustrophobic space filling with the sound of the stone grinding. Then, as I began to lose hope, I saw something. Not necessarily better, but something not crushing at the end of the hallway. It looked like this part of the ruins had fallen into some massive underground sinkhole, a sheer drop awaiting me. I didn’t have time to think, it was either get crushed or brave the drop. I chose to brave the drop. As I ran up to it, I pulled the electrified chain off my belt, and prayed it would work like a grappling hook. I spun it a few times, until the crackling electric energy began to spark off the ball, and jumped from the ledge, into a freefall. I lost my torch, it slipped from my hand and went falling, spinning down hundreds of metres, before splashing into what must be some sort of reservoir that connects to the lake above.

There’s a moment, when you jump into a freefall, before you’ve really registered that you’re falling to likely your death, where it feels like everything is standing still. That hang time is very important to death defying stunts, like the one I did. I tossed the electrified ball, praying that it’s force would crash it into the wall with enough force to embed and hold. I wish I could say it was all skill that saved me, but like everything on the adventure so far, I got lucky. The walls closed as the ball of lightning and steel arced and slammed into the walls, fully securing my ball. Gravity seemed to finally pull me down, and my knuckles went white as I gripped onto the chain for my life. I fell , the chain going taut in my hands, and I began to arc down, swinging back and forth before eventually coming to a slow stop. My arms were already burning and shaking, and I still had to climb up. It took minutes for me to climb just a few metres. But then I lucked out, I saw the faint outline of a tunnel, my eyes having somewhat adjusted to the dark. I lowered myself a bit, and began to swing my legs, slowly building up momentum back and forth, inching my way closer to the ledge with every swing. That’s when the trouble began, as I heard something in the water blew make a splash. I didn’t look down, but within a few moments, I didn’t need to. A giant serpent-like creature launched out of the water, bioluminescent scales lighting up the whole cavern with rainbow lights. It gracefully launched out of the water, it’s gnashing toothy maw taking a few snaps in my direction. My lews swung in a panic, and I fell of the kilter I needed to be swinging at, my hands nearly slipping from the chain. The snake flew at me again, this time coming mere feet from getting me, it’s maw full of rows of razor sharp teeth. I tried to swing my legs again, my body covered in sweat and shaking, when I heard the creature launching at me once more, the roar of the water giving me an idea. It had gotten closer each time, now I bet it was coming directly at me, with power speed and momentum. I held my breath for a moment, then ducked my legs up just in time as the creature’s mouth snapped where I would’ve been a few seconds before. Then, just as fast, I slammed my feet down, springboarding off the snout of the beast and getting launched by it’s speed. I flew forward at a breakneck speed, and felt the chain go loose in my hand as the metal ball pulled out of the wall it was embedded into. I tucked and rolled, hitting the ground hard and tumbling, wrapping myself up in the chain.

Honestly, for a while I just laid there. My body was exhausted, and I was getting hungry. As I lay there, I asked nobody in particular “Why did it have to be snakes…” after who knows how long, I stood up and disentangled myself, putting the ball and chain back properly on my belt. My chest was heaving with the deep breaths I was taking, but as I stood there, I noticed something. Silence. No whistling, no singing; perhaps the Ruinlings thought I had fallen to their trap, or the underground serpent. I slowly stumbled my way through this hallway, before coming to the end, which felt like an intricately carved door. Luckily these engravings didn’t throw me into a vision was all I was thinking. I pushed open the door, throwing my whole body into the push, and it slowly pushed open, grinding open across the floor.

The library opened for me, the light surprising me. I squinted, and looked up, surprised to see there being a skylight, the lake above ground being directly on top of this library. The light flickered and floated around, casting everything is a soft dreamlike view. The room was massive, ancient bookcases covered in dust and cobwebs filled the room. It must’ve been sealed for years, it looked completely untouched, either the ruinlings never found this area or never cared enough to go past the door. They didn’t seem like readers, so it makes sense. I spent… hours flipping through the ancient books. Most were in a language that seems like it’s almost what I could read, but just different enough that I could make only a few words out. The light from the brazier above me turned to a golden orange, and began to dim before I found what I needed, as I put a book back and went around to pick something new at random, and as I pulled it out, I saw a folded, weathered page fall out onto the ground. As I picked it up and read it, I got excited. A symbol of a tower, with a Lyre above it, was sketched out onto the corner of the page, and as my eyes gazed out over to the other side, there was the symbol of a library and an ancient building, perhaps a temple. Presumably, that was where I was. This was a symbol of a map, and I could use it to guide me to the temple. Between the two symbols, there were symbols, telling me to go east, follow through a door, then north, and through another door, before I would be at the tower. While it didn’t tell me much at all, and absolutely no idea on what was between me and the tower, at least I knew approximately where I had to go. Now I just had to get out of here. I also shoved several more books (The ones with the most intact spines and covers) into my burlap sack, betting these would be worth something to someone, or at least a neat gift or keepsake. As I pulled books off the shelves, one got caught, something stopped it as I pulled it out. For a moment, I pulled harder, before realizing it was fake, the pages were just a large chunk of wood. As I realized this, a deep stone grinding noise reverberated through the entire room, dust falling and the ground quaking. Then, just as quickly as it appeared, it stopped, and a part of the wall clicked lightly, and then gently swung open, revealing a tight set of spiral stairs.

I climbed the stairs, reaching what appeared to be a dead end, but was truly a fake door that swung open easily as I pushed it. I was back in the central room, with the engravings on the wall. However, what was also here was several ruinling corpses, smashed and broken. What could have done this, I asked myself, before turning to see Castlello, my purple cloak stuck on it’s roof and it’s body marked deeply by new scratch marks. As it saw me, It bounced between it’s legs in excitement, and toddled up to me, playing a happy note from the music box within. It had defeated all the ruinlings? I counted five, excluding the one I had fought. “Hey buddy… you t. I shuffled through my bags, and pulled it out, and I swear Castlello recognized what it was, as it opened the door that I called it’s mouth, and marched towards me. I supposed it knew what it was doing, and I deposited the piece. It closed, and I heard it’s inner mechanisms working, before going quiet, and then producing an incredibly bright light from within, illuminating the whole room in powerful white light. It seemed happy about, this, and turned to me. Castlello seemed like it was waiting for something, so after a few moments I clapped, smiled at it, and gave it a thumbs up, which seemed to satisfy it’s look. “Alright, buddy, I don’t know why you didn’t follow me, but you did good. Let’s get out of here.” doing alright?” I asked, rhetorically, before remembering the piece I had found for it

I left the same way I came, and saw it had fallen into night out here. I can’t believe today was just one day. My shoulder hurt, and I finally finished the now cold tea Lila had made for me. I know she isn’t far but she feels forever away, and I mourn that I will likely never see her again. My journey is taking me further and further away, and I need to embrace my solitude. But I’ll do that tomorrow. Tonight, I found that she put some ointments in my travel bags, and use them to patch myself back up, smelling the powerful medicine and thinking of her. And of home. I wonder if this is how Mom feels right now? Maybe she’s helping someone out there, being a hero.

[traumamade]

writing rookle leon really got me wanting to play re/2 again but.....do I want to go through the anxiety that m/ister x is again

[thunderboltfire]

Alright! I've got a little carried away, so here's the main cast of Isaldi illustrated with their corresponding associated animals! (only sketches, sorry)

Igna: I've associated Igna with griffins for a very long time, to the point I've debated giving her 'griffoness' as a moniker.

She has a griffin on her coats of arms, but the more important cause was her being a half-elf. Similarly to how griffins have parts associated with different types of animals but are their own distinct creature, she is something many people consider a hybrid and yet she is something more than the sum of inherited traits.

Some Wanderers jokingly call her a rookling, because of her bearing a lot of physical resemblance to her father who's widely known as Eberre 'The Rook'. (the natural consequence of this should be a rook-based griffin, but alas, Isaldian griffins don't really function this way XD).

Argo - Weirdly enough, a dog, and more specifically, a hound. He is very fond of dogs (elves, contrary to humans haven't domesticated dogs), he likes hunting and he is characterised by undying loyalty. Compared to Igna he has less reservations to kill, either sentient beings or not. Add to that a heightened sense of smell and he starts to have a lot of similarities with a hunting dog. Contrary to most of them, however, he isn't too fond of physical affection and is a relatively quiet sort, so while I've drawn him with a pointer (a type of dog he'd probably want to have) most of all, he resembles a sighthound.

Theria - self-explanatory, she is a social canid incarnate. The similarities to a wolf run deeper than her physicality - she has a strong need to belong and is very much an extrovert, suffering when left in solitude. Expressive and aggressive if need be, but also very affectionate. What is her strenght, however is her downfall - she still hasn't come to terms with a loss of her whole mercenary unit and even vengeance for her late mate's death hasn't brought her peace.

Daen - corvids aren't an original choice for an equivalent of a vampire, but still, the intelligent omens of doom are a correct association. As a field medic, Daen more than often is elbows-deep in gore. I've chosen the hooded crow, due to them looking like they are wearing an apron. Apart from that, grey+black color combo is very on-brand for him.

Haart - an ox. Haart's unique abilities are what makes him valuable, but also unfit for his original home and community, like something gentle which inevitably harms its surroundings due to its size. He does his work dilligently (he's often the first person his friends ask for help) and came to love his found family, but he has a soft heart that longs for a home that never may be.

I’m going to start putting up OC question posts for you guys to reply to! I do this in my art server already but I thought I’d do it here, too :)

First question: what animal is your oc most like? Can be based on appearance, physiology, behavior, symbolism, or any combination of the aforementioned! Feel free to reply or reblog.

[twigtails]

And there we go!!

Finally done with this!

Purely traditional drawn with some slight editing in post just to clean up the edges.

Thanks again for all your submissions, who I will be tagging… Now!

From top to bottom, left to right we have:

Leda from @teamnextgen

Rookling from @askfletchrook

Meeko from @asking-paradise

Saltriv AND Gen from @ask-team-searchlights , two separate requests

TL from @tailsluigi

Nayden from @ask-nayden

Machi from @ask-machi-the-mewtwo and

Xander from @theredvaporeon !

Thanks so much for your patience! Twig should return either later tonight or sometime tomorrow!

[explorers-central]

I think the furry has a crush you guysss

[askfletchrook]

Comfort Hug

@ask-team-searchlights

[neige-leblanche]

not gonna hijack an unrelated post but:

vivi, rookrook, eppity: proper nouns

villie, rookling, epelet: nouns

[greedentstripes]

(@askfletchrook)

((ooh clever question format i dont think ive ever seen someone send a picture for an ask before /gen))

(Nick) You mean my laptop? Yeah, I use it to play video games and watch videos to kill time.

(Nick strokes his chin as a thinking sort of stim) Yeah we never did exchange names did we? We talked about you and Rook being siblings and making cool snacks out of custap and micle berry, but we never exchanged formalities. Sorry about that, my name's Nick. It's a pleasure to, ehe, actually know you now.

[jygein]

Rookling showin off their ember attack