#rowan-revelry

[midxsommar]

@rowan-revelry ♡'d for a starter;

Bare feet stumble clumsily through the muddied forest floor, leaves coating alabaster flesh. The bloodcurdling vibration of arrows whizzing through the air forced her hysteria to increase. Thrusting her body forward, the cherry-haired vixen is propelled into a mossy ridge, her legs giving way. The gentle green hug of the ground softens the blow as she's sent cruising down the damp hill onto a riverbank. Stilling she attempts to catch her breath, once perfect strands of crimson now hung in messy ringlets around flushed features. How on earth had she gotten here?! What was going on? Men in outlandish costumes, quarreling, battling, firing at one another like fools on an ancient battlefield. They'd even attempted to involve her in their insanity! Calling out to her in an endeavor of summoning her into the madness.

Forcing herself up, trembling battered limbs carry her through a trickling rivulet, the icy water shocking her senses. "Help! Please!" Quivering pleas for assistance escape as manicured digits dig into the dirt of a mightly mound, her frame climbing the bank. After occasional graceless fumbles, Valentine makes her way through the thickly grown treeline to a heavily traveled dirt road. The sight of a gleaming chariot being led by a pair of massive stallions has her calling out in distress. "Please! I need aid! There are madmen in the fore-" But her appeals are cut short when the driver rises from their perch a bow and arrow aimed in her direction.

"BE STILL!"

[ahmuseme]

@rowan-revelry

Bijou was a sizeable coastal nation nestled amidst the expansive, verdant rainforests that gently spilled into the azure embrace of the ocean. It was renowned for the pristine beauty of its white sandy beaches, as well as its majestic peaks, undulating hills, and sharp ridges, all adorned with the lush foliage of tropical forests, and now it was known for another thing: its alliance with Thyrea. It had taken a few weeks for their new allies to abandon the ways of their homelands to adjust to the region's hot and humid climate. Most had traded their cumbersome metal armor and wool garments for intricately woven knotted leather and breathable linen, though some embraced a Bijouian's custom of not wearing anything at all.

Unfortunately, Kiango was not one of them. Though he longed to join those who had to escape the sweltering heat, his uncle, the Chieftan Akida, had ordered him and his cousins to uphold a modest appearance. The directive was meant to prevent their newly formed allies from feeling uncomfortable in their budding relationship. Still, it all seemed for naught as a group of younger Bijouians and Thyreans wrestled by the ocean's edge in varying degrees of nakedness.

As the warm, tropical breeze rustled through the palm fronds, laughter and cheers filled the air as the group watched two warriors wrestle in a makeshift arena outlined with palm fronds. Kiango reclined in the shade, his long limbs sprawled out on the sandy ground as he observed one of his cousins being thrown through the air and then pinned down. In response, he let out a boisterous whoop and applauded emphatically before focusing on an approaching group walking along the beach. A wide grin spread across his face as he pushed himself up, brushed the sand off his loincloth and dark, sun-kissed skin, and confidently planted his fists on his hips. "It's about time, Thyrea," he exclaimed with excitement and anticipation. "I was beginning to think you'd stay with the elders all day to avoid facing me."

[blackarrcw]

@rowan-revelry asked: [ SHIELD ] for Thorin from Lyrian

THE SHOULDER TOUCH. ( A PROMPT LIST! )

The hand upon his shoulder had the dwarf glancing at the other in silence. Temper rising slightly at the idea of being pulled back from what they were facing, but Thorin had decided it was just best to hold off in saying anything until this entire situation had been dealt with. Brows furrowing, he gave a silent nod as he stood back where he'd been pulled. A few choice words would be had later, but for now he would sit back and allow the other handle things from this point.

[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.

[gravesung]

@rowan-revelry | serenity.

RIPOSTE IS GROWING DESPERATE. ALMOST TWO months have passed since she became a fugitive—from her school, her father, her country—and she's yet to turn up a single lead. if the situation that brought her here hadn't been her biggest failure, this would be it. so she decided to switch tactics.

this is a strange new place, but she's gotten her bearings quick enough. there is the matter of money: she can only afford to stay in her lodgings for a few more weeks at most. but for the first time in riposte's life, the most practical option—looking for a job to hold her down—is the one she least wants to pursue.

instead, she finds herself here, swordfighting a demon in an alleyway. go figure.

the experimental summoning ritual went very wrong. very, very wrong. the creature has her on the back foot, despite her quick and deadly movements as she lands fatal strike after fatal strike. riposte is not used to fighting beings of this caliber without jupiter's arcane support. her battle maneuvers are meant to be used by one half of a pair, leaving tactical openings for spells that never come. she feints to the side and waits a little too long; an infernal knee plunges into her sternum, sending her stumbling backward. now is when jupiter would lunge in and cover her with a close-range blasting spell, allowing her time to recover and blink behind their opponent for some kind of incapacitating blow.

but he doesn't cover her, because he's gone.

instead, the demon takes its narrow opportunity to finally pin down its very mobile opponent, clawed arms shoving her to the ground and maw opening wide as it prepares to bite. it is this image that serenity happens upon — perhaps after following the flashes of light and sounds of a violent scuffle, or perhaps by chance.

[radicalrascals]

@rowan-revelry liked for a starter from Nick:

→ Nick & Nazir

"Hello? Helloooo??" Instead of knocking, the werewolf had adopted the habit of impatiently hammering with his palm on locked doors - a precaution to minimise the damage dealt by his sometimes incontrollable strength; though right this second, he barely had the strength to stand upright. "Please, I need help." His voice was raspy, urgent, but nonetheless calmer than his persistent banging on the door would suggest. "I've been told you could help me. I need a healer."

[welcometothevale]

continuing this with @rowan-revelry

Rowan thought they'd heard something in an alleyway. Though they sort of had rules now about going to questionable places, like alleyways at night, the demigod felt like they needed to check it out. Mostly because it sounded like someone might need help. However, the greeting they received wasn't one they had expected.

Once they were shoved up against the wall, their hands quickly came up in surrender. The woman didn't seem to appreciate their attempt at defusing tension. "Whoa, whoa, hey, friend, not foe. I swear. Also, douchewaffle...I love it. I like how your brain thinks." The redhead could easily save themself, but they didn't like to use that power. Actually they never used it, except once. "I was just make sure everything was okay down here."

"Also, I don't drink alcohol, but if you want to buy us a gram we could vibe. Maybe you'll, uh, be less stabby."

[heartflt]

@rowan-revelry ♡ continued from here.

"you know what? you're right." henry decides to try a new approach. arguing isn't going to help the situation, he can see that just by taking in the defiance etched into her features, so he leans into what it is astrid is feeling. "it's about you, not me. everything we're doing here is about you—protecting you. you have a right to be pissed about how it's happening. i know it's hard for you to understand why your dad feels the way he does, or why he chose this, but he's not wrong. neither are you. you're just... not seeing eye to eye right now. but you and your dad are on the same side. believe it or not, so am i." henry tries not to show how close he is to jumping up and blocking her exit. he hopes words will be enough, but he's not above a plan b. "there's only one side here, okay? your side. i'm on your side here, astrid."

[ahmuseme]

Amani could not stifle the huff of amusement that bubbled up from her as the corners of her lips curled upwards to illustrate further the humor she found in his question. Even if she could threaten someone, she seriously doubted anyone would find her menacing enough to be spurred into action.

"No, but I do have every intention of finding a suitable partner for you." She replied. "You received several proposals while you were away. Most I would advise against considering as a royal partner, but you could take them as paramours if you so desired."

Interesting.

That, however, was more surprising. Dorian had assumed this was about who they had been, not who both of them now were. He'd assumed it was about old affection, perhaps one that would change with time. One that caused her to wipe dirt off his face so tenderly, like one does an old dog that got lost in narrow alley ways - right until it brings fleas into your bed, that is. But that wasn't the impression Amani was giving him now. Merciless, he cracked an eye open, so he could study her, and said: "Are you looking to threaten my future partner, Amani?" Bullying her into an answer was right. He had taken on this tendency from his father, who had had the same unwavering way of getting to the heart of what he wanted. Asking question upon question until he got to the core of a matter, weaponising his position and title to do so. ...the thought made Dorian feel a little less pleased with himself.

@ahmuseme

[saudadexmses]

starter for @rowan-revelry

After some convincing Ezra managed to get Valgrim in on the mission, sure they still hadn't talked about Ever over the whole feelings thing but that could wait for when they were done with this, the work came first.

It was only them inside the van, the rest of the team was back at the agency looking from a far." Are you sure you two won't kill each other? You will play nice?" Ezra asked both, glancing from one to the other as they fixed the wig. they needed to be undercover for this.

Ever sighs." We will manage mon ami. Now Ez," The escort gently fix's their bow making sure that they looked ready." We are both adults, ancient for that matter we can handle one another for a few hours." Ever pauses smiling." No promises." They hand Ezra the earrings, high tech to help with communication.

The cambion rolls their eyes." Val." They stare at their fiancé holding up the earrings in their hands." Can you put them on me?" Just because they were on a mission didn't mean they wouldn't flirt witht he shifter.

[feralhippie]

[ AMNESIA ] + reverse // Let's flip some power dynamics and put Dheval at the wolf's mercy.

"Dheval, it's me, Kale..You know me." He was concerned at first, the worry clear in his face reluctantly fading to a half-smile as he let out a forced laugh at what must be a prank.

Dheval was joking, they had to be. Kale had come to this hotel numerous times, their hotel having become something of a treat for him when money allowed. Living in a camper van had its advantages; He could travel as often as he liked and never leave behind the comfort of home, meaning he was never tied down to one location, and when he inevitably needed to run from hunters he didn't have to uproot his entire life. But sometimes all he wanted was a long hot shower and a proper mattress to sleep on, and so here he was again.

If somehow his patronage had been forgotten, surely Dheval would remember him from supernatural diplomatic meetings and the like, what with Kale having a prominent peacekeeper role in his own pack and always along for the trip.

Maybe this was just some weird vampire thing, and Dheval was just being insulting, but Kale just didn't think so. It was both out of character and too weird, leading Kale to think something more must be going on.

[renegadetulisrp]

a closed starter for @rowan-revelry

Her brows furrowed. The scene was enough make one's insides shrivel up. Sage wrinkled her nose at the metallic scent of blood - it was proving to be too overwhelming. She had scene similar images like this one - they were plastered all over the board in her office. This was the fifth occurrence - same modus operandi, same injuries, lesions. She eyed the corpse, taking note of how the skin had greyed out and left it crepe like as if the victim's life force had been sucked out within a minute.

"What do you think, Ash?" Sage finally voiced out as she flicked her hues up to the other woman. "Same M.O. right?" The police had cordoned off the crime scene, pushing onlookers further away from it. The city had been rattled by these murders. Authorities were baffled and no one seemed to know anything. Even the coroner's office could not give a definitive answer. Throughout her years as an investigative journalist, Sage hadn't seen anything as gruesome. Sage craned her neck to take another look. "Whatever killed these people, it's definitely not human."

[reidinthedeep]

"In my defense," Matthew started, chuckling already. "I was drunk beyond recognition and I had a broken arm. Why Laura dragged me to the dance floor that day is beyond me. Perhaps she just wanted me to make a fool of myself."

Ah. College. It felt like ages ago. He didn't have many friends back then, mostly because he was always busy considering he was studying through his first years in the navy. Perhaps that's why never got too close to anyone at the time, and now it seemed like too late. That wedding was full of people he recognized, but knew close to nothing about.

Minwei, he figured, was not the exception.

"Well, If they don't start playing more upbeat music, I might still end up crawling tonight," he added, more amused than anything at the normalcy of said night. He spent so much time being somebody's weapon that he forgot how comforting it was to be a regular person for a while.

"That being said, what have you been up to? It's been-- what-- three years since we last spoke?"

"I mean, that's mighty cocky of you considering what I had to bear witness to during New Years in 2015."

Minwei, in a white suit that was suspiciously wrinkly and looking not much better than Matthew did, had hung back and occasionally strangled a yawn. He was well-combed and freshly showered, but something about him just spelled hotel stay and not entirely off the clock. He didn't know much about Matthew, only that he was funny when he wanted to be and that he worked in... banking? Finance? Was he a cop? Okay, honestly, Minwei had no idea. He'd been his worst self when him, Matthew and Laura hung out in college: the kind of closeted queer who spent a lot of time drunk out of his mind and not eating right. To be fair, he still didn't quite eat right, but the work - the Bureau - had done a lot to get him into shape. It had also done a lot to ensure he barely saw any of them anymore, especially not Laura, who was the whole reason he'd pulled himself together and started working towards something. He owed her his sobriety - it meant that no matter if he was in the middle of a case or not, he had to be here. Now, with a glass of apple juice in a whiskey glass, he leaned in while the couple rocked it out to some ill-adviced Creedence Clearwater Revival. "At least Kareem is still standing. As I recall, you were kind of crawling?" Grinning.

@reidinthedeep

[joyfulmagic]

A throne won in blood will soon be drenched in it. // From the 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋, 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 meme // For any medieval muse you feel high inspiration for

@rowan-revelry // ROYAL SCHEMING, BETRAYAL, HEARTBREAK & COURTLY DESIRES memes — For Prince Alastair

“You sound as if you’ve witnessed that sort of mayhem before,” the illegitimate prince commented in return, raising a brow at his companion. He’d take advice if they had it, but he wanted to defend soon-to-be-Queen Relta as well.

“My elder sister avoids bloodshed and is an expert at diplomacy I have faith in her that she will make peace with even those opposed to her reign,” Alastair praised his eldest sister, hope in his eyes as he spoke of her.

“Rel- The Queen knows that some oppose her reign as a single, female ruler, but she’s working to make political alliances and strengthen existing ones.,” the prince further explained.

“If you have advice for her on a bloodless ascension upon her father’s stepping down, I am certain she would be willing to meet with you and listen. She’s wise while also open-minded,” Alastair added, offering his companion a smile. “She takes into consideration all voices with a stake in the kingdom’s welfare,” he noted.

“I’d also be happy to pass on whatever wisdom you have,” Alastair smiled at his companion, wanting to show that he too supported the welfare of Lunaruz.

[ahmuseme]

@rowan-revelry

Winter proved to be less harsh compared to previous years, for which Amani was deeply grateful. With Thyrea now a part of Carthak's population, the added responsibilities of feeding and housing the newcomers were a heavy burden, and any respite from the gods was a welcome relief. The usual snow blanketed the region but was not as thick and deadly as in previous years. There were still a few days of bitterly cold weather, resulting in a few deaths here and there. Still, overall, the winter had been relatively mild and spared setting back Carthak's economy and agricultural means for Dorian's much-anticipated tournament.

Despite expressing a desire to serve and be close to Carthak's new sovereign, Amani had spent most of the winter season away from him. The Dowager Queen had dedicated herself to her duties as his Hand among the populace and in the farthest reaches of the land, relentlessly juggling the needs of Thyrea and her (former) people. It almost seemed intentional that she maintained a physical distance from him, perhaps stemming from feeling slighted or mocked after their last exchange in the hot springs. Amani had not had the opportunity to have a personal conversation with him, and her only communication with him since had been in the form of written reports sent from far away until her most recent report informed him that she was nearby, overseeing the construction for the tourney.

Although the grounds had been meticulously cleared of the remnants of winter's snow, the sun's warmth had transformed some areas into soggy patches of mud. The workers had kindly built a small wooden platform with a solitary table and chair to give Amani a dry place to sit and work at the mostly finished jousting lists. She paused from her reading and report writing to observe a group of Thyreans taking advantage of the opportunity to practice. She couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as she watched them. Their improvement was evident not only in their skills but also in their appearance. Gone were the faded rags they had arrived in, replaced by the vibrant blue attire of Thyrea and proper armor, funded by Carthak to signal to their competition that they were, at least, adequately equipped now, and she wondered if Dorian had received the new garb as well or was still wearing his worn clothing. If he was, that would not make a good impression against their adversaries.

[lostwcnderlands]

@rowan-revelry sent -> [ DISTRACTED ] for receiver to fondle sender while sender is trying to do another task

always accepting!!

even for one of the many wives of the sultan, there was much to do before the day of worship at dawn. olives needed pressed, haspira's arms full of the woven matts && pottery jars for separation, knowing she'd reek of the stench of it for days to come into the next week. regardless of how hard she might pray, like sin, the stains of oil would sully her fingertips && stain her skirts, but at least it meant that she could upturn her face to the sun from the outdoor parlor, and feel it's heat upon her back.

feet bare on the cool stone flooring as she padded through the corridor to the presses with her supplies, she caught sight of the seamstress, busy as a bee in their own way; and found herself smiling, heat blossoming from her middle and sending tendrils out, temptation ripe like a bursting pomegranate in her chest. dark eyes shot out from under her hooded scarf, and upon confirmation they were alone... haspira slipped through the arches, abandoning her arm's load, and silently approached behind said. nearing him, haspira was awash with memory of stolen moments, kisses in the dark, fingers that explored where few other would dare; and she knew the risk, to start this dalliance with the seamstress, but the infatuated was deep-set.

" i miss you. i need you. " the sultana's voice was hushed, gutteral, deep in her throat with desire as she pressed into her back, words pressed into the beautiful dark waterfall of loose hair than fell down around said's shoulders. her arms came up in a daring embrace, exploring the lines && shapes of said's body as they crawled up her frame, fingers a gentle brush against her collarbone before plunging back down their chest.