#rowan writes again

[rofoundsomethinginteresting]

New chapter(s) of It's Only Forever, that's Not Long at All

Three new chapters tonight! Woo! I swear I work on things, I'm just very, very slow. Apologies, but it's also not going to be changing, yay epilepsy!

[rosesncarnations]

What is it to feel homesick without a home to come to?

[sirenspells]

[Omori Fantasy AU]

Changed up Stranger's design just a liiitle bit. no more wings :)

Also Rowan drawing from back in July (and you can tell gah damn) that I forgot to post. A few days after first drawing him I wanted to change his design just a bit cause parts of the old one bothered me (even now I'd make his wings smaller)

[kindaorangey]

recently i've been thinking about rowan omondi in terms of the "supportive black best friend" trope. i've had this idea for a while that it would be interesting to see a story that deals specifically with the psychological effects of being the designated "support friend", especially in cases where that character addressing/expressing their own emotions and advocating for themself would be stigmatised because of their race... and obviously, rowan fits into this neatly, actively repressing and refusing to talk about his feelings because he isn't usually given this sort of support by his friends, it's usually him who's supporting them. and i guess on a metatextual level, once he begins to address his own emotional repression and step down from that support role, you could view it as him becoming cognisant of his own role as the "supportive black best friend".

[acourtofquestions]

"Should we, or is it rude?" Aelin mused, peering at the wooden door.

Rowan sent a spear of his wind aiming for the lock and splintered it apart. "Looks like it was already open when we got here," he said mildly.

Aelin gave him a wicked grin, and Fenrys pulled a torch off its bracket in the narrow stone hallway to illuminate the room beyond.

[sollucets]

wrote a whole long post that didn't make sense because i'm a fic writer not a meta writer and the point comes down to this: sand and ray are both Such Bad Liars

they have honest faces. nobody, in-universe or in the audience, is ever really fooled when they pretend things are other than they are.

when sand is hurt you can tell, it's in every line of his body. ray is expressive and straightforward but hides his hurt a little better, not because he's better at lying but because the hurt hardly ever goes away.

ray can see sand freezing up and looking upset when he's called a friend or not prioritized, he can see the lie, but it doesn't matter compared to what sand's actually saying and what it'll mean if it's (not) true. he's gotten a lesson recently about pushing. and sand, i think, can see ray caring but he can't imagine it could be enough, that he could matter the most or be a priority. when ray calls sand a whore it's the only lie he told that night and sand knows it

when they hurt each other sand lies and pulls away and ray can tell, and similarly ray lies and pulls away and sand can tell, and theyre stuck in limbo because of it. awful. hate it. 10000 more just like it please

[tallbluelady]

"what's wrong?" "your feet are cold!"

As a healer himself, Urianger understood Krile's desire to keep her patients in one place and for one more night, but with only curtains to separate the beds, it was hardly private in the Dawn's Respite. He groaned and opened his eyes when his thoughts would not release him to sleep. It was not the morrow, surely... he pulled back the curtain and tried to gauge the time of night. He saw it was dark enough to be deep within the night, save for a very soft light coming from Rowan's direction. He remembered that the earring her mother had given her had a faint glow to it due to the aetherial composition of the sand it was made from. Judging from the light's position, it appeared that Rowan was standing up with the object in one of her hands, the other on a curtain.

"Beloved, wherefore art thou awake?" he asked in a stage whisper.

Her large pale eyes grew wide, picking up the earring's glow in an almost eerie fashion. She pocketed the object before replying. "I... I couldn't sleep with all the thoughts I had. So I thought I'd check on all of you."

"Pray, come hither to avoid waking the others."

 He was uncertain if his ploy would work, but Urianger smiled as Rowan sighed and tiptoed to come see him. She sat on the chair next to his bed.

"There's not much to speak of, darling. Just thinking about... love I suppose."

"Then, pray think of such subjects in mine arms, my love. I can think of no better locale." He lifted the covers and patted the space next to him.

"Jey! We're not alone in here..." she hissed.

As if to make her point, one of their comrades coughed and muttered something unintelligible.

"I'm far too fatigued to pursue any amorous activity," he said truthfully. "Thou mayest return to thine own bed once I return to sleep."

"You know that's not how that works..." Rowan muttered as she closed the curtain then climbed into bed with him.

Urianger held the feeling of smug satisfaction until an icy chill touched his feet.

"What? Do you want me to leave?" she asked as he flinched.

"Nay... but from what source did thine extremities gain this precipitous chill?" He moved his feet away from hers.

She snorted. "The stone floor must be colder than I remember." Then she traced a toe down his shin.

He hissed at the sensation and Rowan covered her mouth to stifle the laughter. At Alisaie's command of quiet, he lifted the covers over their heads.

"I suppose twas fairly childish of me to do..." Rowan's voice still shook with laughter.

Urianger felt a few chuckles start to bubble up within himself, so he took Rowan's face in his hands and kissed her. "I love thee."

Rowan shook with a few more chuckles before asking, "Cold feet and all?"

"Mayhap our shared body heat will alleviate such things..."

At that, Rowan had to pinch her nose to keep from laughing.

[cbrownjc]

Finally watched Mayfair Witches - and oh boy . . .

No spoilers, but if you really like this show, then please just skip this post. This is really just my opinion and not an attack on anyone who may enjoy the show.

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So I just binged watched the first six episodes of Mayfair Witches finally.

And OMG, how do you make a story with witches and ghosts and a secret paranormal organization so boring!?

Because that is the ultimate problem with this show - it’s utterly boring. The storytelling, the direction, and the characters. They are all so, so boring. 

I don’t want this show crossing over with Interview with the Vampire at all in its current state. Because I seriously think they would find a way to make all the characters from that show boring if they got their hands on them.

As I said, I watched the first six episodes and don’t know if I can muster up any desire to watch the final two. That’s how much I don’t care what happens.

The problem isn’t that the show changed things from the book. I was completely fine with the majority of changes the show made. It was how they wrote and executed those changes that is the main problem here. 

And I want to place the majority of the blame on the writing here. IMO, the actors are all trying to make this work as best as they can. But there really is nothing that could be done to elevate this, because the main fault, as I said, lies with the writing. 

Adapting the first book into a season-long story was probably an impossible task anyway. The majority of the book this season is based on, The Witching Hour, is the backstory of the main family line of the Mayfairs. It basically reads very much like a historical account, because that’s exactly what that major part of the book is. 

And that backstory contains a lot of incest, and I mean a lot. We’re talking about how the Targaryens are tame when it comes to incest compared to the Mayfairs. 

It’s only in the final 1/4 or so of the book that contains any current plot and big story movement and, even then, it ends on a cliffhanger. 

So yeah, I don’t know what they are going to do to fix this in season 2, because IMO the only way to fix this is to go back to the drawing board and fix the whole structure of this adaptation. Because right now it just feels like someone crossed NCIS: New Orleans with The Secret Circle, and I don’t think that is what they were going for at all. (Or maybe they were, I don’t know). 

Anyway, yeah. IMO a crossover at the moment isn’t going to work. Not just because of the elevated writing of one show compared to the other but, quite frankly, both shows don’t even feel like they are part of the same universe to me, even though they are supposed to be. IWTV feels operatic yet dreamlike in its presentation IMO. Whereas Mayfair Witches just feels like every other standard tv show that had a supernatural bent that gets canceled after one season. Kinda like The Secret Circle. 

And I don’t feel wrong in thinking that if AMC didn’t own the rights to Mayfair Witches, that might have already been its fate as well by now.

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Really? A bottle episode after the event with Carlotta and the fire? This was not only an episode that bored me but annoyed me too because I could just feel the writing thinking it was clever with the misdirects . . . 

And don’t get me started on some of the things I know I would likely be confused about if I hadn’t read the book . . . 

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Seriously, I am not kidding when I say this show could find a way to make even Lestat boring. Because, IMO, it really, really could.

[cutebisexualmess]

this is a reply to cassite and shadow cat among others on Pinterest so don't mind me (some of these are incomplete btw)

idk if you can tell but I like some certain aus

blind! aus:

Sightless

blindly in love

other recs:

the stowaways heart

lovely dark and deep

faeries in the forest (series)

homophobia ft a two hour math test

homophobia ft queer teacher alliance

protector

I’ll Make a Cup of Coffee for Your Head

crown princes and butterfly wings

assassination?

key to your heart

where did my 20/20 vision go?

revisions(new year old tropes)

the Disney trivia

The Official Sanders Sides Emergancy sleepover

Wattpad:

can I fly too?

The PUR-fect Curse

and basically anything by @/a-small-batch-of-dragons (TheAsexualofSpades) and @/prince-rowan-of-the-forest (Ended_Flames) on here

[ogreywarden]

The only person Artemis give sincere smiles to is Rowan. She also only sincerely smiles around or with him. Otherwise it's this twisted, sick sort of smirk that lets you know she's planning on killing something. That being said:

She did not always know Rowan was a mage. He hid it for a long time, given that his family grew up in Ferelden and the circle was so very prevalent. Rowan's younger sister showed her innate abilities younger and she was made Tranquil for it. Understandably, Rowan hid his own magic - especially because it's wild magic.

Artemis discovered he was a mage by accident. On a solo hunting trip she stumbled across a rather large bear lumbering in her woods. Thinking it would make excellent meat for a long while, she knocked her arrow and shot it in the back. Rather than rear and charge her, the bear whined and lumbered away. Artemis gave pursuit.

But she'd lost the bear ... and instead discovered her closest friend with the very same arrow stuck between his shoulders. (It was very hard to hide it after that.) She's kept his secret to this day, only acknowledging his talents when he is the first to bring it up.

She has no opinion on mages one way or the other, and she's really quite a simple woman ---she exists now to kill darkspawn and banish the blight. That's it. Gods, politics, races and backgrounds mean nothing to her. Just the task, and just Rowan Atreides.

[rofoundsomethinginteresting]

SVSSS works!

I have written two(!) things so far for this fandom. One is a one-shot PWP (which will become a bit of a series, but that's a whole 'nother thing), and the other is a multi-chaptered mammoth (compared to any of my other works) that I have about 40k written up and 14k posted so far. I'm actually super happy with these two, even if they're not technically perfect (as in grammatically or with sentence-structure). But I'm also not editing, which I probably should. I'm just not going to until it all exists and is out in the world.

Anyways, links!

[rosesncarnations]

Elain fixes wings

Emerie takes her to fly

Great success

[rowandekarios]

rowan: comments specifically that everyone she’s meeting is really hot (halsin, karlach, zevlor, etc)

gale, inwardly:

[the-cinnamon-snail]

IM WRITING AGAIN, THANK THE THUNDERSTORM I STOOD IN FOR LIKE 20 MINUTES BECAUSE IT FELT NICE. THIS HAS BEEN WRITTEN IN LESS THAN AN HOUR, LIKE 30 MINUTES MAYBE.

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Outside, there was a thunderstorm. To most people, this would be a mediocre, or maybe slightly exciting, part of life. To Jonah, it reminded him of the best? worst? night of his life, where he made the final escape. Staring out the window, into the dark with thunderbolts dragging along the sky, he can remember that night like it was yesterday. But it was so far from yesterday. Jonah can remember the pain in his own legs, his breath speeding up, the rain falling hard and soaking him to the bone through his drenched hoodie. Before Jonah's thoughts can go any deeper, he feels a hand interlace with his own, pulling him away from bad memories. Rowan.

Jonah smiles and brings up Rowan's hand to kiss it, before looking into the eyes of the amazing person that is somehow his partner. Jonah was new tol these positive emotions so quickly, but glad to have Rowan drag to him away from that night's echo. Rowan smiles at him, and they speak up as they look out the window, "Looks pretty, doesn't it?"

Jonah can't agree, so he chuckles and leans in to kiss Rowan on the cheek, "Not as pretty as you." This gets Rowan to laugh slightly before looking out at the night, "I love thunderstorms, I would be out there right now, but I like being here with you more." They smile at Jonah, and Jonah glances away. "I guess I liked them too, but, well… Bad memories." He stares out the window, slightly seeing why Rowan loves the storms. They feel nice enough when the rain isn't coming down hard enough to hurt.

Rowan looks to him, and smiles, "Would you like to make some better memories then?" Jonah looks back at them and raises an eyebrow, "How so?" Rowan chuckles and explains their thoughts, "Well, the rain out there isn't coming down too badly. If it wouldn't bother you, we could go out there and make some better memories of thunderstorms, only if you want to, that is!" Rowan looks away, and Jonah lifts both of their hands that are still interlocked, "I'm willing to try it! I mean, uh. It can't be bad if you're there.." Rook somehow smiles even wider as they stand up, pulling Jonah along with them, "Okay then! Just tell me if you get uncomfortable and then we can go right back inside!" Jonah nods in agreement.

Jonah is wearing his ever present hoodie, so Rowan only has to grab a jacket for themself and have the two of them put on their shoes before they are ready to go, just on a little walk, Jonah finds the idea nice, even during a thunderstorm with light rain. As the two of them get to the door, Rowan looks back at Jonah, "Last chance to turn back, you ready, love?" Jonah nods, "Yep, ready." Rowan opens the door and the pure smell of rain wafts in, the sound of the raindrops hitting the sidewalk soft and rhythmic.

Rowan reaches their hand outside the door, letting the raindrops fall on it, the rain isn't too cold, and the night outside is warm. They lightly take Jonah's hand and let him feel the rain for himself. Jonah nods, the night outside is different to the cold one he remembers during thunderstorms, so he takes the first step outside while holding on to Rowas hand, and they trail behind him, smiling, happy that Jonah is willing to try.

Jonah starts the walk, leaving his hood down, feeling the rain patter along his head. Rowan holds his hand tighter and they speed up to be walking right next to Jonah, "So… how does it feel? I like it myself, but how about you?" Jonah looks up and smiles at them, "Nice. It's nice that the night is warm, and it's nice that you're here with me." Rowan leans down to give Jonah a kiss on the head, "I'm glad, now let's enjoy our walk?" Jonah leans up to plant a quick kiss on Rowan's lips, "Yeah, let's."

[vampacidic]

paranoia be damned my boy can write fic‼️

[sollucets]

guys i am trying Really hard not to have public opinions about of this morning... pray for me