#rowan moon

[jinjjayo]

TSUKI & MOON SUA BILLLIE "BELIEVE IN US" BAND LIVE CONCERT

[rowan-is-reading]

Having the reader get used to a carousel of every type of POV under the sun at the start of Spear Cuts Through Water does successfully convey the feeling of falling down 3 flights of stairs and finding yourself in a story. Sensationally done. Basically isekai’d me

[sollucets]

@userdramas event 12: loss

Like birds with restless, eager wings That quiver for their flight, The songs I have not sung to you Will wake me in the night.

[the-cooler-professor-rowan]

Uhhhh ok I glitched my cow into the house

[metalsonicfan11]

nrvnqsr the kinda guy to float nose-first towards the scent of freshly spilled blood

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[tallbluelady]

But Zeromus remains... how are you two going to enjoy yourselves?

The Bindings should do most of the work. They kept the Eldest of Primals at bay, after all.

Verily, the wards shall serve us well. But we have ever lived in perilous times, have we not? Yet our love shineth bright and clear in the midst of darkness.

That it has.

[homoerotikos]

I want you to kys

[okpitseleh]

08.19.24

find me here

[blur-from-the-north]

October 22, 2024. Oulu, Finland. Nikon Z fc, Nikkor Z DX 16-50mm f/3.5-6.3 VR.

[howdoyouwhiskit]

Once again adding to lists of my posts technically from tiktok but I’m cross posting here.

Can you tell I have a lot of fictional character anger? /s

[jinjjayo]

MOON SUA 🌑 기억사탕 @ MUSIC BANK 241018

[welp-end-times]

Moon 2

As Spring eases into summer the cats of harvest colony spend their time in camp stretched out enjoying the cool breeze and warming sun. However With this peace the kits grow restless and find creative ways to keep themselves entertained. Dark decides to pretend to hunt a badger with Rowan.

Since the other wanderers and Timber were out on patrol Oak decides to laze about and listen to a story from Sunberry. Giant Pretends to be Sunberry!

A deserved moment of calm for this colony.

:Prev: :Next:

(I'll post a ref for Sunberrys son soon! He will be a pretty minor character but we'll see him here and there. I think I'm getting the hang of a more permanent style and It's nice that this game gave me some time to let these characters bond.)

[acircusfullofdemons]

[acourtofquestions]

Rowan lingered in the steep hills above the southern entrance to the camp. He'd easily kept hidden from the sentries in the trees, his wind masking any trace of his scent.

Down below, spread across the grassy eastern plain, the army camp glittered.

She had to be there. Aelin had to be there.

If they had come so close but wound up being the very thing that had caused Maeve to take Aelin away again, to bring her along to the outpost...

Rowan pushed against the weight in his chest.

The bond within him lay dark and slumbering.

No indication of her proximity.

Essar had no idea that Aelin was being kept here until Elide informed her. How many others hadn't known? How well had Maeve hidden her?

If Aelin wasn't in that camp tomorrow, they'd find Cairn, at least. And get some answers then. Give him a taste of what he'd done--Rowan shut out the thought. He didn't let himself think of what had been done to her.

He'd do that tomorrow, when he saw Cairn.

When he repaid him for every moment of pain.

Overhead, the stars shone clear and bright, and though Mala had only once appeared to him at dawn, on the foothills across this very city, though she might be little more than a strange, mighty being from another world, he offered up a prayer anyway.

Then, he had begged Mala to protect Aelin from Maeve when they entered Doranelle, to give her strength and guidance, and to let her walk out alive. Then, he had begged Mala to let him remain with Aelin, the woman he loved. The goddess had been little more than a sunbeam in the rising dawn, and yet he had felt her smile at him.

Tonight, with only the cold fire of the stars for company, he begged her once more.

A curl of wind sent his prayer drifting to those stars, to the waxing moon silvering the camp, the river, the mountains.

He had killed his way across the world; he had gone to war and back more times than he cared to remember. And despite it all, despite the rage and despair and ice he'd wrapped around his heart, he'd still found Aelin. Every horizon he'd gazed toward, unable and unwilling to rest during those centuries, every mountain and ocean he'd seen and wondered what lay beyond... It had been her. It had been Aelin, the silent call of the mating bond driving him, even when he could not feel it.

They'd walked this dark path together back to the light. He would not let the road end here.

A small hole had been cut into the tent's ceiling.

And through it...

Aelin couldn't fight the trembling in her mouth at the night sky, at the pinpricks of light shining in.

Stars. Just two, but there were stars overhead.

The sky Itselt.

... It was not the heaviness of full night, but rather a murky, graying black.

Dawn. Likely an hour or so away, if the stars remained out. Perhaps she would last long enough to see sunlight.

Fenrys's eyes shot open, and he lifted his head, ears twitching.

Aelin took steadying breaths as Cairn shoved through the tent flaps, offering a glimpse of fires and lightening darkness beyond. Nothing else.

Dawn neared, the stars dimming one by one.

Rowan lurked by the southernmost entrance to the camp, his power thrumming.

Go, a quiet voice urged. Go now.

One last chance. She'd seen the stars overhead. It was as great a gift as any she'd received, greater than the jewels and gowns and art she'd once coveted and amassed in Rifthold. The last gift she would receive, if she played the hand she'd been dealt. If she played him right.

Essar's sister had advised to wait until dawn. When the shift was weakest. When she'd make sure certain guards didn't arrive on time. Go now.

That voice, warm and yet insistent, tugged.

Pushed him toward the camp.

Rowan bared his teeth, his breathing roughening. Lorcan and Gavriel would be waiting for the signal, a flare of his magic, when he got far enough into the camp.

Aelin huffed another laugh, haughty and cool, and gazed toward the ceiling, toward the lightening sky. The last she'd see, if she played this right.

Now, Prince.

He knew that voice, had felt its warmth. And if the Lady of Light herself whispered at his ear...

Rowan didn't give himself time to consider, to rage at the goddess who urged him to act but would gladly sacrifice his mate to the Lock.

So Rowan steeled himself, willing ice into his veins.

She ran--or tried to. With the chains at her feet, on her legs, she could barely walk, but she stumbled past him, knowing he was already twisting, already rising up.

Run-

Fenrys's eyes slid toward hers. Neither needed the silent code between them for the word she beheld in his gaze. The order and plea.

Run.

It was all she needed.

She scrambled to her feet, but halted. Fenrys, pinned by Cairn, met her gaze. Snarled in warning and command. Run.

Aelin ran.

Her weakened legs stumbled on the grass, her still-bound hands restricting the full range of motion, but she ran. Picked a direction, any direction but the river mists to her left, and ran.

The sun was rising, and the army camp... There was motion behind her. Shouting.

She blocked it out and aimed right. Toward the rising sun, as if it were Mala's own welcoming embrace.

[arielchelby]

Inner Demons | Mayfair Witches AU

Happy birthday, @moondancer71! You are my best friend, and honestly, this place would suck without you. 

Your talented creations and imaginative ideas are a gift to our fandom, and there couldn’t be a more fun, supportive and thoughtful person for those of us lucky enough to call you friend. 

Writing fic with you is such an effortless blast (well, as effortless as writing can be) and it’s beyond cool that our ideas jive so well together.

So 🥂 to you and the supernatural fics you bless us with along with a sprinkling of your “good girl agenda.” I hope you have a joyful day and a year full of joyful days to follow. 

P.S. I hope you like this fic (you know, once I finish it) and I know you’ll appreciate Jon being the loyal, sex demon I think we both were hoping Lasher would be 🔥

For generations, Targaryen women were known as powerful witches – at least until Dany’s mother died and left her in the care of her brother, Viserys. Jealous of her magic and possessive of her inheritance, he kept Dany locked away and ignorant of the secrets of her foremothers. 

Dany had long accepted her fate and that Targaryen magic would die with her. But then, as her 25th birthday approaches, a man half hidden in shadow begins invading her dreams. He’s devastatingly handsome and assuredly not human. Perhaps she should be afraid, but she finds herself intoxicated by his promises of freedom and everything she desires.

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[sleepinginmygrave]

for @starmanbutitsregulusblack<3

here you go pookie!!<33

⇢ ˗ˏˋ {eels} ࿐ྂ here<3

⇢ ˗ˏˋ {moon jellies} ࿐ྂ here!!

⇢ ˗ˏˋ {turtles} ࿐ྂ hmmm summer storm, roses bushes, handwritten letter

explaination!!

summer storm; it's very beautiful imo and it add a bit of fresh air during the hot summer, also isk it suits you

roses bushes; so so pretty oml and roses are so cool they're beautiful but also very sharp and kinda dangerous if you're not careful. it's so worth it tho

handwritten letter; yk the vibe when you write a letter while it's raining and dark outside? yeah that's you

⇢ ˗ˏˋ {whale sharks} ࿐ྂ

dear rowan,

omg omg i love you so so so much, you're one of my fav fr you're always so cool to talk to and you makes me very happy :] even if it's been not so long since we talk i love you a lot <333 you're so so so cool and i adore your blog vibes+let's talk about your guitar covers for a bit bc this shit is just TOO GOOD hjjjhlghl literally obsessed with all of them hjjhhb also your writing??? like i eat all those microfics UP fr it's always so so good aaaehjhlgl you're very talented and very cool and very nice and i love you very much :]

with love, james<33

thanks for your visit!! dont hesitate to come back<333