#rowanwood

[dark-nettles]

I don't even have a caption I was basically possessed to draw this while listening to lean beef patty by jpeg mafia. Don't ask me how my mind works I couldn't tell ya

Also more versions below the cut

[namedafterflowerstournament]

Botanic Tournament : The Guardian Herd Bracket !

Round 2 Poll 5

(The pictures are actually pictures of other horses in the series. These ones didn't have official pictures)

[alders-simblr]

Rowanwood Estates

Rowanwood Estates - WillowCreek - Sage Estates

I'm calling this the 'lite' version because I'm going to go back and clutter it up and change it but it is by no mean 'light' on CC. This one is going to be a long list of links just as a warning and includes my own mod tweak packages for the two cars on it (further explained below).

As with ALL my builds, you're going to want to have bb.moveobjects ON before placing the lot and I DID use TOOL to place some of the more complicated tweaks.

As with all my builds, it is on my gallery under EA ID: alderwitch but you can also download the tray files on my patreon as well here.

Lot Size: 50 x 50

Furnished Price: 915,012 Unfurnished: 336,018

Bedrooms: 6 Bathrooms: 7

Details and CC Shopping List below the cut.

Packs Used: HSY, Cottage Living, Snowy Escape, Eco Lifestyle, Island Living, Get Famous, Seasons, City Living, Get Together, Get To Work, Werewolves, Wedding Stories, Dream Home, Dine Out, Spa Day, Little Campers, Blooming Rooms, Courtyard Oasis, Bust the Dust, Nifty Knitting, Fitness, Backyard, Romantic Garden, Movie Hangout, Cool Kitchen

CC Used: CM Designs: Isla Pt 2, Jasper, Oakley, Rugs, Thermostat Oni: Traditional Japanese Room, Artist's World Room, Custom Food Pink Baddie: Baby Food, Magical Rug, Play Kitchen Sooky: Abstract Frames, Moroccan Rugs, Hydrangea Jug, Kids Rugs, Pretty Blue Rugs ClutterCat: Shiba Inu Rug Aira: Vanilla Rice Cooker Amoebae: Half Strip Tile, Statement Walls, Hallway Stone ATS4: Bagclutter AWingledLLama: Diaper Pail House of Harlix: Bafroom, Baysic, Harluxe, Jardane Brazen Lotus: ABP Closet, Greenhouse, Chronicles of Dressup, Reupholstered Sofa, Phoenix Fence Black Charly Pancakes: Lighthouse Collection, All CC Merged? Felixandre: Chateau, August 2019, Berlin Pt 3, Colonial Pt 2, Florence Set Pt 1, pt 3, Georgian, Grove Pt 4, Paris pt 1, Pt 3, Shop the Look Season 1 Walls That Make Sense: Dynasty, Fundamentals, Lights, Opulence Harrie: Country, Octave, Livin Rum, Tiny Twavellers Icemunmun: AirFryer, Canning Preserves, Finger Sandwiches, Floral tea, Burger Essentials, Mill, Soup, Soda Joliebean: Padtow LBB: Grannie's Cookbook, Recipe Tin, Recipe Stand LilacCreative: Body Butter, Candle LeafMotif: Magnolia Bathroom, Sunbeam Study, Starlight Crystals Ivy LittleDica: Chic Bathroom, Rise N Grind Cafe, Sleek Slumber, Modern Kitchen, Roman Holiday MadameRia: Back to Basics, Luxe, CoL Wallpaper Addon, Lucky Man Marvell: Lux, Janina, KC, Tiny Footsteps, UPcycle MyCupofCC: Maple Manor Books, Curtain, Macrame Shelf Max20: MasterBedroom Pack, Pouf Soft, Washing and Drying Machines Myshousun: Nora Living, Serene Bathroom, Zephyr Office, Dawn Living, Garden Stories, Freja, Gale Peacemaker: Atwood, Grasscloth, Bayside, Caine, Coulor Me Rugs, Drapery Delights, Elme Jute, Elsie, Futura, Gorgeous Georgian, Glass Tile, Hamptons Hideaway, Hamptons Retreat, Hinterlands, Hudsoon, Kingston, Kitayama, Lennox, MCE, Mina, Myra, Nox, Oasis, Quintin, Serenity, Vara, Marcissus Folly PieriSim: David Apartment, Domaine Du Clos, MCM, Oak House, Teeny Weeny, The Office, Tidying Up, Winter Garden Redhead Sims: Nintendo Switch RVSN: Advant 2020 Holiday Decor, Bidet, Binge Inking, CakeABreak, Cupcake Machine, Don't Be Alarmed Alarm Clock, Flood Saucer Light, Hoarders, Void Critter Gaming, Kids Toybin, Knit Happens, Major Inspo, MOtivational Speaker, Personal Brewer, Cod Fish Tank, One Nightstand Short, Peg to Differ, Procraftination, Shop Chef, Shut the Front Door, Smeglish Dishwasher, Sport Retail Therapy, Throw Shade, ToolTime, Watts Not to Love, SP Built Ins, You know the Drill, Ruggable SimCredible: DishDrainer, Naturalis Pantry SimKoos: Boba Storage, Home Clutter, Infant Bottles, Office Tour, Stroller Deluxe Sixam: Cozy Family Room, Gothic W Lighting, Home Basics, Home Improvement, Luxbath, Mixer, Private Surface, RetroVibes, Small Spaces, Spring Six, Stylish Wood, Teen Room Softerhaze: Bramblefinch Powder Walls Syboulette: Oceane, Advent 2022 Wood Parquet, Attic, Bayhouse, Boho Wedding, Brigette, Bougainvillers, Candy, Clarisse, Coraline, Crossfit, Delphine, Designer Meeting Table, Diane, Dino, Dreamy, Faveo, Fitness, Helios, Karaoke, Laundry, Louane, Millenial, Mozaik, Nothingtowear, Pascaline, Petite Chef, Ratatoulle, Sabine, Serenity, Unicorn Birthday Taurus Design: Cassandra Bathroom, Eliza Bedroom and Closet, Elsa, Jade, Katrina Tuds: 2nd Wave, Cave, Crib, Cross, Emma, NCTR, SHKR, Wave WhoisSage: Shag Rug, Handful of Mats, Simply Striking

Functionality

These mods are not technically in the build but are needed to have mods (syboulette's crossfit and aira's rice cooker specifically) functional.

ZulfAndHakrabr: Let's Get Fits Modpack Ricky: Useable RiceCooker

Vehicles

Technically, the two vehicles used for this build use the the Breeze Motors 2018 Mercedes E-Class Wagon and the 2020 Maserati Quattroporte as their base. I won't link to the download page as its a perma-paywaller and I fundamentally disagree with how Breeze Motors is handling their patreon personally. I will leave it to you to decide if you want their CC and how you acquire it if you choose to do so.

For my personal game, I have edited and stripped down my copies of these two cars and modified them so that they work with Simnation Travel. I have a pinned patreon post that is not paywall locked here explaining that more in depth and include the required files HERE.

If you go that route, and would like to download the cars, you can find them here:

Maserati Quattroporte

Mercedes E-Class

I should note that in addition to lacking the door open /close options of the original as those were stripped down, the textures were redone with simlish for a more maxis match look in game.

Mods for this Build

These are not technically required for the build to function but this build was built using overrides for both Sim Realist's SNB Bills mod as well as Simnation Travel vehicles. You shouldn't get any weird errors if you load the build in without those mods but if there's an exception caught by MCC related to that, it's probably just reconciling that the override the lot was built with is not in place in your game. It should only be a one time alert the first time the game loads in if it happens and should not cause any issue other than MCC making a noise at you about it noticing weirdness.

(The SNB provides the High Speed Internet trait to the lot and I think it will just set that trait to empty if its loaded without but I haven't personally confirmed it, hence the note here. ) Additional Note

I'm pushing this to live today just to make sure it hits my tumblr the same time as I pushed the build to my gallery but I will be going back to add links into the list. There are just a LOT to track down and it might take me a day or two to finish that part.

[ladyofthelakenovel]

Janiyah Thompson

She’s know by classmates as an easily excited and outgoing girl. Janiyah is extremely hard to dislike, unless you’re one of many jealous of her. She plays by her own rules (much to the dismay of her drama teacher) and is often wearing bolder fashion choices. Unlike many students at Rowanwood, she wasn’t born rich. Her parents came up with a literal million idea around age 13 and the next year she was shoved off into the best boarding school in the state (Rowanwood). She enjoys DIY-ing her own clothing, musicals, cars, and being around children. She’d like to be a teacher but she like just escaped poverty for a state so high in education as NJ, they don’t pay their teachers much. Truly, she has no idea where she’s going to college or what she’ll do once she gets there. That’s why she’s not making any lasting attachments in high school…

(cue the silly ginger)

[churchobones]

DWC Day 2: Suppress

<<PREV || NEXT>>

Thil paused his mad scribbling on the bar napkin. “Whoa, hang on–” he fixed Bruce with a wild eyed stare. “First of all, he called her a what?” A moment of silence was begged when the next round of Great Sea lagers arrived, a long draught taken before he continued:  “--And second of all, you called her your what?” “Not important.  Jus’ keep your eyes–” “--ears?” “--on the story. So anyway, I’m strippin’ clothes and Zelion had enough–” “Imagine!” Thil snorted a laugh. “Shut up and listen–”

It began with a sharp chill in the air, sapping heat until a thin layer of frost coated each stained glass window. Torches snuffed, plunging combatants in darkness, save where Elune’s red-dressed glow swayed on the ballroom floor.

That was when he saw it: there was no telltale glint of steel in the darkness. The twelve soldiers brandished sheathed blades and wooden bucklers painted with a black and gold castle turret-- the Mournvalor family crest.

A woody, earthy smell filled the air, like oak but sweeter. Rowanwood.

“The worgen’s weakness. It melts through fur and flesh alike.”

The sounds of transformation were indistinguishable from a man being torn limb from limb. Joints cracked and formed anew, sinew and muscles crawling like spiders across a web to claim their length. Corded muscles launched the newly formed monster, not at Zelion, but in a wide arch over his head to vanish among the shadows on the wall.

“Beast,” Zelion spat derisively.

Hairs stood on the back of a soldier’s exposed neck. The shadow descended from the wall and teeth sank between vertebrae, puncturing with airy ease. Armor clattered as the soldier collapsed.

Steam rose from the blood pooled on the pinewood floor; pale, ghastly wisps draining life into the chilled air.

“One wrong move and I was dead.”

“Protect his lordship!” barked the commander; he of the greatest courage. An old soldier, past his prime but keen of mind, took up Zelion’s right flank, golden eyes wild.

The rest fell in line like herded cattle, their terror barely suppressed.

The soldier’s wooden blade howled madly in the dark. It was all he could do to keep snapping teeth and rending claws from his throat as the wolfman’s weight bore down on his shield, smoke rising from a boiling palm.

The wild swing singed fur off the monster's arm, forcing Bruce to retreat back to the cover of the moonless shadows.

“Truth is, I was just stalling. I think Zelion knew that.”

“Disappointing,” Zelion tutted.  “You’re all quivering at a single dog.”

The lord’s small fist clenched the air like he caught the tails of balloons.

The old soldier froze abruptly, his blade dropping to the floor. Necrotic magic coalesced just above his heart. A cry died, strangled in his throat.

 Zelion’s fingers squeezed and one by one, a steady series of pops echoed within each golden cuirass.  One by one his men collapsed around his feet.  Blood oozed from the chinks in their armor.  Blood and something worse.

Something black and fetid.

The stench of rotten meat and withered fruit was immediate and overwhelming.

“I had to strike. But what I didn't realize at the time was... each one of them had a Mournstone implanted in them–” 

A final lunge from the shadows. A flash of teeth in a silent snarl, slavering for Zelion’s delicate throat.

“--just as I did.”

Bruce’s breath no longer came out in hot puffs; frost coated his lungs as his death sentence in his chest thrummed.

It twisted under his skin in mirror to Zelion's dainty wrist, as though he had a safe dial pinched between thumb and forefinger.

A pustule burst. A wave of nausea drove the worgen to the ground. Astral energy dimmed, leaving his eyes cold, gray and unfocused.

The commander rose to his feet, eyes reignited with lichfire.

Zelion’s fingers sprang open. Bruce sucked in a desperate breath as the necromancer disappeared down the hallway, leaving a simple command in his wake: “Kill him.”

"But the Fury of Goldrinn is fiercest when protecting the ones you love."

Skeletal hands clawed at Bruce, dragging him down among corpses and flesh sloughed from bone in rivers of pitch.

@daily-writing-challenge

[ao3feed-assassin-class]

Of Maids and Peeping Nakamuras

Of Maids and Peeping Nakamuras by Rowanwood Greenslow

Karma and Nagisa are having a very interesting "chat" in an empty classroom, and Nakamura takes it upon herself to take a peek.

Words: 775, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Assassination Classroom

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Akabane Karma, Shiota Nagisa, Nakamura Rio

Relationships: Akabane Karma/Shiota Nagisa

Additional Tags: Maid!Nagisa, Lots of kissing, Why Did I Write This?, Everyone Is Gay, Dom?Karma, Nakamura is a voyeur!!!, Complete

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16596410

[mercurial-muses]

If she thought about it too much, she’d cry.

Having spent the first two-thirds of her life in Stormwind and the rest of it either at war or escaping it, Valdyss had never experienced a whole community pull together to do its best. In the days since the protectors’ victory over the witch knight and her evil forces, the people of Autumnhearth and its allies had come out in force to do just that.

For all but the darkest hours of night and early morning, the manor grounds buzzed with activity. Sections of the house that had been tainted and burned by witchfire were being cut away and turned to ash in bonfires fed by rowanwood and stoked with poles tipped in silver. Supplies were coming in by the wagonload as were craftsmen and other volunteers from Easthallow, Crowsfield, and family settlements located everywhere around and between.

Many aided in the repair of the manor, and their numbers were nearly matched by those arriving to offer other support. The injured were receiving around-the-clock care, water containers were filled and refilled, the cooking fires and bonfires were kept burning, and food was made available to keep all of those helpers running just as well.

The mage’s stomach growled. A part of her knew that she’d currently be better served by having a plate in her lap rather than a journal filled with lists, but she pushed that thought away nearly as quickly as it came. Though the work crews were largely self-sufficient, they still ultimately reported to her until the Hallewells returned. So too did the other volunteers turn to her with questions or reassurances. It was a fulfilling position to be in, and one she was so very honored to fill. If there was ever a time to prove to others just how seriously she took her duty, now was the time… and the weight of that was something Val could not escape.

“Hello.”

Valdyss jerked her head up with a surprised yelp and found herself staring at the blonde woman who seemed to move back and forth between the manor’s kitchen and the makeshift infirmary with the consistency of a clock’s pendulum. Her nose twitched at the scent of whatever it was in the small crate the woman supported with both hands.

“Hey,” Val replied, her voice hoarse. “What can I help you with… Eve, right?”

“Close!” the other woman said brightly. “It’s Eavyn.” She cut off the apology she saw coming with one finger held aloft and a shake of her head. “You should hardly be expected to mentally keep track of everyone’s name too.”

Eavyn sat the wooden box down on the hay bale next to Valdyss. As she plucked Val’s journal from her grasp with one hand, she reached inside the crate with the other and presented the mage with a paper-wrapped sandwich, grilled and stuffed with meat and melting cheese. 

“Hey!” Valdyss reached for her lists with her free hand, but found the journal just out of reach. “I need that!”

“And so I’ll give it back in just a minute,” Eavyn replied calmly. “But I first want to point out that you look tired enough to take a bite out of that book by accident if left to chance.”

Val eyed the blonde and, though she gave a frustrated huff first, she did pull back the wrapper and bite into the sandwich. A contented hum filled the silence between the two women a few seconds later.

“There’s a canteen of water in there,” Eavyn explained, pausing to rap her knuckle against the side of the box. “I brought an insulated flask of coffee as well. Cream and sugar to the point of nearly altering its state, right?”

At Val’s widening eyes, the paladin laughed and gave a little shrug. “I noticed at breakfast yesterday morning.”

Finally, Valdyss had finished her mouthful. “Thank you. Light… I don’t think I realized how hungry I am.”

“That’s just as bad as knowing you are but not taking the time for yourself,” Eavyn countered as soon as Valdyss had taken another large bite. She’d found it a good strategy for getting a word in when she might not otherwise. “In any case, there are two apples and a little bundle of cookies in the crate as well, should you realize you’re hungry again before dinner.”

“Look, I appreciate the food, but I don’t need to be moth-”

“You can’t pour from an empty vessel,” the paladin interrupted. Her voice was firm and kind. “Clichéd, but true.” She gestured towards the manor with a sweep of her hand. “They see you as a leader in the Hallewells’ absence and treat you as such, and that is exactly why they must witness you eating and resting as well.”

Realizing she had no good argument against that logic, Valdyss could only sigh. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“That’s not apparent, nor is it permanent.”

Valdyss laughed, couldn’t help it. “So you’re saying I have them fooled?”

“I’m saying you’ve earned their confidence, and that hardly makes them fools.” Eavyn waited for Val to take another bite before she added. “And I’ll add that sometimes compassion comes hardest when one must extend it to oneself.” 

With that said, the paladin turned to head back to the manor, calling “See you at dinner!” over her shoulder as she went.

[theredheadstale]

What a pretty horsey! I have a pretty rowanwood bridle that'll look Very pretty on a horsey.

Jonny Andvik

[adhd-disaster-willie]

more on pagan alex: would also be me projecting bc i just figured out that the only way that i feel comfortable bein non-secular specifically pagan is with the norse deities and it seems FUN and shit so yeah mans is really into the norse mythology and carries around a bag of rowanwood runes

willie calls him thor once cause “haha get it. cause ur blonde.” and alex looks at them like they’re crazy

[alders-simblr]

Alder's Save File Build Masterlist

I'm working on my own save file for future playthroughs. I, personally, prefer a heavily modded game for additional realism and gameplay so this little project is primarily for me but I thought other people might be interested, if not in the entire save, then in some of the builds, etc. So this masterlist will direct you where to find every build used in the save as they are made and explain some of the logic behind the layout if you'd like to use them in your own games.

Willow Creek

This world is reimagined as an upper class to upper-middle class suburban neighborhood, with good schools, high end stores and contemporary homes that are in line with designs popular today.

Courtyard Lane

This is the upper-middle class neighborhood. The homes here are new construction or recent remodels and take up more of the land with smaller yard space left. If you drive through a neighborhood where recent construction is maximizing the house over yardspace, you know what the vibe is. Luxury houses, modern finishes, smaller outdoor space for activities.

36 Alder Lane

Foundry Cove

This neighborhood is in process of conversion to the kind of neighborhood that Courtyard Lane has already shifted into. Entry level homes still exist in this neighborhood as do homes that are much more conservatively remodeled. They have larger outdoor space and smaller floorplans and lower price points for purchase.

23 Mercy Court

Crawdad Quarter

This strip has been turned into the retail center for the world. Higher end stores and services and space for outdoor play and gathering along the waterfront. In my build, it also provides the majority of the necessary builds for SimRealist's mods as I wanted those to go in one of the base worlds for people that don't have all the expansion worlds as well as the grocer for SCCO.

Greenfield Grocery

WillowCreek Clinic

Rise N Grind

WillowCreek Bank and Loans

St. Sebastian's Church and Grounds

Pendula View

This is the proper upper class neighborhood with stately homes that are a mix of old and new money families that make up the uppercrust of Willow Creek.

Sage Estates

The two lots that comprise sage estates both belong to the Alder family with the original, smaller but stately Alder's Roost home and the newly built expansive Rowanwood Estate.

Alder's Roost

Rowanwood Estate

Forgotten Hollow

Forgotten Hollow remains the nexus for vampire activity in this save but also includes the main mortuary build for the Mortem mod. Straud's residence is replaced with St. Straud's Mortuary Home.

St. Straud's

A Note on Mods

So you can find all the mods and links to where to download them for what I use on my masterlist post for mods but the ones I am specifically designing the save around are the following.

SimRealist: Mortem, Private Practice, SNB Srsly: SCCO TurboDriver: Wicked Whims (A) Nisa: Wicked Perversions (A) Basemental: Drugs, Gangs (A) Pandasama: Childbirth Overhaul Kittoe: Home Region, Townie Demographics Insimnia: Simbucks Frankk: Language Barriers Brazen Lotus: All Mods BUT Harvestables (Conflicts with SCCO) ADeepIndigo: Simnation Travel

[bigscaryd]

Oh way more scared of the fairy after initial shock of WALRUS. Have to totally realign my worldview. Have plenty of iron, but don't know which if any was cold-forged; have plenty of red thread but not even sure if I can get rowanwood on this continent with special ordering it.

Whether it be "existential horror", "visceral primal fear", or "anxiety running wild"; this is after the first moment of "wait what".

[ladyofthelakenovel]

Seraphina Evans

A girl who could have anyone in the palm of her hands. Seraphina is a attractive, and compassionate young woman. She has an interest in nature, and environmentalist beliefs. She wouldn’t be out of place in a 19th century romanticism novel. She’s a hopeless romantic who loves the idea of falling in love. She’s had many crushes throughout her years. After an incident at her last school she transferred to Rowanwood in her senior year. There she met Zoren del Rosario. She quickly gained a crush on him due to their many shared interest and time spent together. Come October 29, she admitted this crush to him, despite knowing his history of rejecting prior dating opportunities. She was quickly rejected, making her relationship with him awkward at best. A few days later she got paired with him for an English project that requires them to spend time outside of class together. Awkward…

[churchobones]

DWC Day 3

<<PREV || NEXT>>

“You’re pullin’ my leg!” Thilonus balked.  “Zelion Mournvalor is a necromancer?” “Yeah, and a roight prick.” “So how did you get out alive?”  Thil’s brows furrowed, casting a careworn shadow.  “You and my sister?” “Well, she needed me.”

The Rowanwood scabbard clattered as its tip was dragged through an inky river of blood and pitch, painting the floor like a quill. The commander raised it high above his head, silhouetted by Elune’s watchful eye.

Cold, bony digits of eleven dead men sank into the worgen’s hide, digging Cursed trenches through ashen fur.

Over the stench of death permeating the room, he caught her scent; sharp like a struck match.

Bruce snarled, eyes ignited and teeth flashing in the dark.

The dulled blade sang through the frost-bitten air, caught on the golden breastplate of another soldier.

Bruce thrust his weight forward until the sheath shattered, impaling the corpse, then pinned both under a massive paw. He lunged for the commander’s throat, filling his mouth with the vertebrae exposed between helm and breastplate.

The commander rattled, his head tore free from his shoulders with an echoing crunch.

With claws still digging into his hide like ticks, Bruce leapt through the nearest stained glass window.

"Zelion was takin’ the hallways. There's a shorter path… if you're a good climber.”

Platinum blonde hair clung to Caelia’s sweat soaked forehead. Like a pianist whose instrument was armed with a bomb triggered by a single misstroke, her fingers hovered above Kallarel’s chest, just above the Mournstone planted there, a different school of magic summoned to each digit.

“Once I begin, the process cannot be stopped,” Caelia had explained as Kallarel lay comfortably on the bed.

“That’s why I’m so expensive!  Everything must be maintained perfectly. One mistake and you and I both will have our souls torn asunder in the most horrible, painful fashion imaginable. Like-- have you ever seen someone take the most gorgeous, vibrant, bright yellow dress and then pair it with purple shoes? Yeah, it will be like that. Except we actually will die. Like, literally.”

And thus, when clawed fingers slid the window open with a squeal, Caelia swore. She swore again as a bloodied monster poured itself upon the floor, and a third time (this time with a yelp) as the creature cracked and melted into a very naked man.

"What the fuck--" she began when Bruce interrupted her.

"Miss Mourningvale," he breathed, diving to the bedside. Kneeling beside her, he looked like hell: a pallid complexion only made dark veins crawling along his jaw and over the left side of his cheek that much more obvious. Even his hair had lost its luster. Only his eyes remained acute and thoughtful as ever.

“I took her hand in mine–”

"Zelion is here," Bruce told her, knitting his fingers with hers. His digits sapped at her warmth. It was soon apparent why; necrotic magic pulsed in his chest, dispersing ever since Zelion's twisting grasp.

"Sir, you need to--” Caelia started.

"I'll hold him off," he said with easy confidence, "but I might not make it back to you. Just in case, there's some… some things I want to tell you."

“There wasn't time to hesitate.”

“Miss Mourningvale, don't move or–!”

“You–” Kallarel snapped tersely at Caelia.  “--focus.”

“And you…” It was breathed quietly to Bruce as she squeezed his fingers.  “Go on.”

“I told her all I’d been wanting to tell her–”

"Great," Caelia groaned, "I've always wanted to be part of a deathbed love confession in a cheesy romance novel!"

He squeezed her fingers in return, a soft smile gracing chapped lips. His eyes flicked down her form. "I promised myself the first time I saw you on a nice bed like this, I'd ravage you."

"Oh for fuck's sake--!" Caelia was promptly cut off by a ssh! hissed through Kallarel’s teeth, sharp enough to slit a throat.

Bruce brought her hand to his lips, just close enough that he could feel the warmth of her there. "If I don't make it back to you, then I'm sorry I wasn't in your life longer. I wish we could have been... Well, I wish we could have been together." 

“Maybe in the next life,” Kallarel wept.

The next words came out more clumsily. "I have a daughter," he confessed. "Elizabeth Hawkins. Lizzie. In Stormwind. If you ever want to... To check up on her. For me."

“Of course.”

"And..." The hand not tangled in hers came up to cup her cheek. There wasn't time, but he hesitated anyway.  Only for a moment, as he drank in her features. 

“And, finally–"

He pressed his lips to hers, softly.

It wasn't with the ravenous need of a beast nor the claim of a lover; it was mournful, vulnerable, and needy-- like he never wanted it to end.

He didn't have the strength to break it until they were both breathless. But then, when neither of them could go on, it came to an end as all things do. He drew back and admired her. "Don't forget me," he murmured.

With a bittersweet smirk, Kallarel chided: “How could I?”

Even if she was, possibly, just a satyr in a dead slut's skin, it hardly seemed relevant now.  He stole another brief kiss before disappearing from the bedside.

He paused by the door to pilfer a cigarette from her bag, which he lit with a click of her lighter, returned haphazardly before slipping out into the hallway to wait.

@daily-writing-challenge

[hunterfromthewoods]

Headcannon

The parents of Aaron Blackwood

Birth parents: Aaron never knew his birthparents.  Not in the conventional way.   His parents were lucky enough to get the chance to leave what was in effect a last goodbye using the parental bond.  

Thalia Blackwood: Thalia Blackwood was born Thalia Rowanwood to loving parents.  Displaying magical potential early her mother, a strong sorceress in her own right was more than capable enough to cater to the early training of her daughter’s ability.

 By the time she reached her majority Thalia had grown into a strong independent Lady with an iron grip/control over her magic. Thalia meeting Rowak first when she chose to train as a combat mage  the two eventually marrying and pragma bonding after a long friendship. 

Thalia owned a rowan wood quarter staff topped with a hunk of Obsidian, she used this as her magic focus.

Thalia tend to prefer a white furred artic wolf form when in safe pack areas and needing to shapeshift.  She was an accomplished enough shapeshifter though that she’d regularly assume other wolf forms if needed. 

She had grey eyes.  Not that Aaron knows

Extensive knowledge of combat magic in the Lupricae style, wasn’t as good a healer. 

Always said that Rowak was the holder of her heart.  It was a phrase they both used.  They were best friends before their relationship went anywhere past that, when they Pragma bonded though the bond between their minds became much stronger than it had already been.

Competent Quarterstaff fighter, underwent the rite of the three wolves alongside Rowak.

Left her son fragments of memory and a deep feeling of love, using what was left of her magical abilities to in essence use this to grant her son more time to prepare to deal with his magical abilities.  Her son having active magic potential that would in her mind require training at some point.

Rowak Blackwood: Rowak Blackwood, descendant of a number of Blackwood pack Alpha’s and the founder of the Blackwood pack themselves was born to a quiet family.  The Blackwoods as a family rarely liked to play to their position and did what they could to keep their life quiet.  This did not stop them from celebrating the fact Rowak turned out to be a Major node telepath though.

Growing up amongst a family with a strong martial history, Rowak jumped at the first opportunity he got to begin to train for beginning training as an enforcer.  Excelling in education and in preliminary training  Rowak eventually was allowed to undertake the rite of the three wolves with his best friend Thalia.  Becoming an enforcer he fought alongside his wife on a number of occasions throughout his life.  

As well as being a major node, he had a very weak magical potential.  With it being latent he didn’t even have to seek training for it.

Completely and utterly adored their son when he was born.  

Was trained as an enforcer, used twinned blades.  Called them Sanguine and Pacem.  Hated using them. 

Accomplished archer.

Fought during a series of bouts of hostility with a hunter group.

Always kept his hair in a pony tail in human form. 

Had no head for politics, tried to keep out of them.  Unfortunately  as a Blackwood and major node that’s easier said than done.  He hated that with a vengeance.  He’d rather help out and do something peaceful than engage in politics. 

Was the first one to get on the wrong side of Matthias’s dad. Did so by working to try and secure more rights for outcast individuals to have avenues for fighting convictions. 

Was subject to some hostility from pack elder’s on account of his bloodline.

Died with his wife, fighting as a loyal enforcer in the defence of the pack. He left his son fragments of knowledge of his skill with a bow and blade along with doing what he could in those final moments to grant his son a good base to help cope with their telepathic abilities.  His son also being a major node.

Adoptive parents: Continued on a different headcannon post.

[ladysunamireads]

Of Maids and Peeping Nakamuras

Of Maids and Peeping Nakamuras by Rowanwood Greenslow

Karma and Nagisa are having a very interesting "chat" in an empty classroom, and Nakamura takes it upon herself to take a peek.

Words: 776, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Assassination Classroom

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Akabane Karma, Shiota Nagisa, Nakamura Rio

Relationships: Akabane Karma/Shiota Nagisa

Additional Tags: Maid!Nagisa, Lots of kissing, Why Did I Write This?, Everyone Is Gay, Dom?Karma, Nakamura is a voyeur!!!

Read Here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/16596410

[but-master]

The fairy has returned and throws a flowering twig of rowanwood at him. Either it’ll help his predicament or it won’t but he has it all the same. //breweress

“Tahw si siht? Olleh? Nac uoy ekam siht og yawa? Esaelp emoc kcab!”