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[quinn-of-aebradore]

Nymph Test of Love screenshots because Astarion is cute and Rowen is pretty

[idrisofficial]

WOOO FINALLY DONE WITH THOSE ASKS

geules

1 for zephyr

2 for rowen and adrian

3 for grace

4 for lennox and rowen

5 for adrian

1. Does your OC have any experience in the military? Perhaps they come from a long line of soldiers or army leaders? Or were they conscripted or press-ganged into an army at a young age? If they have not had a formal position in an army, then what is their view of the military mindset and hierarchies they have observed?

idris is the kind of fucked up where the public education system ends at 13 years old so that teens can be conscripted into the military, and zephyr happened to be part of the unlucky population to be drafted. his experience was…anything but pleasant. making good friends was never really his strong suit, so he ended up with some shitty acquaintances who more or less ordered him around to do their bidding. he also took one of his military mentors as a fucked up surrogate father figure, which really burned him when he was discharged after less than a year of service because of his explosives accident. it also instilled a lot of really harmful, nationalist sentiments in him which he’s still working to unlearn. zephyr in canon time is only 15, but he has a whole lot of military trauma attached to him from only a few months as a soldier.

2. Does your OC believe in the concept of a "just war" or do they believe that all conflict is to be deplored? Could they conceive of a justifiable reason for one nation to invade another - perhaps to free an oppressed people or prevent the development of a dangerous technology? Or would they only support a war of defence against an aggressor?

rowen: rowen is absolutely in favor of a just war. growing up in idris has taught her nothing if not that authorities will only suppress any form of subtle resistance, so violence and war are really the only way forwards to a better future. it’s easy to see how she’d already internalized this by her teen years by the fact that she opted to burn down her reform school at 15 rather than make a simpler plan of escape (also says something that evander let her!). rowen believes in a pretty black and white fashion that violence is always justified against tyranny.

adrian: adrian thinks of war in very removed, political terms. his only personal connection to the concept is through artemis’s rebellion, which he fears and deplores because he’s been propagandized against political dissidence from birth. war, to adrian, is a last resort to be taken when diplomacy between two countries has unequivocally failed and cannot be reconciled. in adrian’s eyes, civil war is pretty much never justified because of how severely it upends society as a whole and causes patriotic confusion and domestic chaos. most other nobles share his same opinion; for the most part, he doesn’t think very much outside the political propaganda fed to him.

3. Is your OC usually magnanimous in victory - whether against a defeated foe, or against a friend in a game or competition? Or perhaps they enjoy exulting in their success at the expense of others? Perhaps with ribald mockery or spiteful vengeance?

HAHAHA this is a great one. grace absolutely likes to gloat a little. …maybe more than a little. it’s not particularly good noble etiquette, but fuck that, right? it’s exhausting for her to pretend to be stoic all the time in order to cover up her political opposition, so she deserves to be smug over her little victories. and her big ones. glory and mockery on planet grace.

4. What has been the most difficult thing your OC has ever had to forgive (assuming they have ever done so)? Did they do this of their own accord? Or only after they felt justice had been done or penitence suitably demonstrated?

lennox: this is a surprisingly difficult question to answer. i think i have to go with brinne executing natal. probably the only significant wrong in his life that he’s forced himself to forgive. he’s also had to forgive himself for letting it happen, but he doesn’t fault himself as much as he faults others, so that comes second. lennox fought for days on end with brinne to lessen natal’s punishment for seeking out artemis’s rebellion (which natal never even found), to very little avail. he was able to convince her that it was not within the bounds of the law to execute natal before he turned 17, but really all that did was stall his execution date. he really fucking hated brinne for that one, not even only because of his gay little crush on natal, but it was also one of lennox’s first meaningful legal experiences as the head of his noble house, and he lost. that was real humiliation. he only forgave brinne because he didn’t have another choice if he wanted to stay sane and in power within the noble court. he’s forgiven her just enough to not let it affect him and his job.

rowen: rowen doesn’t do a whole lot of forgiving. unless she has very good reason, she won’t trust or absolve those who have slighted her unless they’ve shown real incentive to rectify the harm they’ve done. the best example i can think of is her forgiving grace for her noble birth, which sounds pretty basic because it’s not something grace had control over, but it is actually a big deal. rowen’s prejudice against the upper class runs deep, and she really enforced the divide between her and grace for a long time. if not for her own gay little crush on grace, it’s hard to say whether she ever would have been entirely over their class differences and forgive grace for her upbringing.

5. Does your OC harbour resentment towards a particular person, group or faction? Or are they perhaps part of a widely resented group themselves?

yes to both, to some extent. from both a political and a personal standpoint, adrian really loathes artemis’s rebellion more than he’s ever loathed anything else. resentment is a bit of a difficult word when applying it to his political feelings, because on that basis there’s a lot more fear than anger, so the full spirit of resentment isn’t quite captured. from a personal perspective, there’s a lot of anger going on, especially from someone like adrian. if rowen hadn’t, y’know, mutilated brinne right in front of him, maybe he would only be afraid. but he wants them fucking obliterated for that. not the best move on rowen’s part! to answer the second question, idris’s nobility is largely respected by its population, and political dissidents are a minority, so adrian isn’t exactly resented by a large percentage of citizens, but the people who hate him really hate him. this goes double because he’s idris’s high priest, not just any noble. most people have a lot of respect for him, but some people absolutely despise him.

[smilepaint]

we've been trying unsuccessfully to save for 5 years so my partner finally gave in and let me make a fundraiser for his top surgery <3 if youre american especially, your dollar is worth almost twice the amount for us so every little bit is super helpful. rowen's been binding for over a decade now and i can tell he's really getting to the end of his rope. if you can't donate at all, it would still help a lot to share this! i know there is a lot going on in the world so this might not feel important in comparison, but it would make an indescribable difference to my partner's life and wellbeing. i love him so much and i want to see him happy and out of pain <3

[impish-baby]

would love to see more werewolf dad !!! i love him :3

Summer days - platonic yandere werewolf dad x reader - 🐾

"You know I can see you drooling over there."

The man snickers when you immediately look away, flipping the meat over on the grill.

"Smells good, right? Your old man is an amazing cook." Rowen chooses to ignore the mumbled 'you're not my dad' as he glances over at you. "If you come here, I'll give you a piece that's done.."

Pups have ferocious appetites, so it's not a surprise when you eventually pad over to stand beside him. Rowen smirks victoriously before slicing a piece of steak for you to try, "Here you go, kiddo. Freshly prepared just for you."

The steak is good, incredibly so, although it's hard to determine if that's because of Rowen's skill or just because of your new craving for meat.

The man's face splits into a toothy grin at the satisfied look on your face, puffing out his chest in pride. "Great, right? I know a thing or two.."

He has a bighead, that's for certain. Rowen goes back to paying attention to the grill, but he swings an arm around your shoulders to hold you close.

[flaresemily]

Platonic Knight Father x Daughter Readers Part 1

Platonic Father Knight x Daughter Readers….

WARNING ⚠️ ‼️ ⚠️ ‼️

Contains…. Something like a pedophile and teen pregnancy and so on. This story is disturbing and probably disgusting!! Read at your own risk!!‼️⚠️‼️⚠️

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!! THIS STORY IS DISTURBING ‼️⚠️‼️⚠️‼️⚠️‼️⚠️‼️⚠️‼️⚠️‼️⚠️

Rowen Archie a famous knight in the imperial family. He was known to be the most skillful and handsome knight.

While you Y/n Archie was his 4 years old daughter.

It all happens when your father and mother fall in love and get married for 3 years. They tried for a child but couldn't, then one day your mother found out she was pregnant.

Both of them were so happy. But sadly, she passed away after giving birth to you. But unlike the others…your father loves you so much!! He even threatens his own butler for trying to drive you out of his house.

4 years have passed…

Your father was summoned by the king.

“You summon me your majesty?” He bowed to the king.

“Now now Rowen…we are childhood friends, just call me by my name.” the king chuckled.

“Of course…now why did you summon me? Please be quick I have an appointment with my little flower”

The king only laughed at his words.

“I'm here to propose a deal…”

Rowen tilted his head to the side.

“Deal?”

“Yes…marry my sister…Eliza”

“...why?”

“She needs support…and she doesn't really trust men easily after her husband…well.. cheated on her”

“Is that so…okay then…”

‘If I married the princess…y/n don't have to be alone at the mansion,’ Rowen thought to himself.

“I agree!”

Oh how he makes a great mistake.

And thus the wedding happened. Everyone was celebrating.

The princess has 3 children with her past husband…all boys.

“Here you go darling…” Rowen offers his hand to his new wife. She takes his hand as she steps down followed by her son's.

“This is…”

“This shall be your new place from now on”

“Woah! So cool!” the third born said.

“Is there any way I can practice swords with you father!!! The second born asks.

“Ah of course you can Richter!” Rowen smiles at them all…forgetting…a certain someone….

11 years past…and yet…Rowen still forgets about his responsibility. And not only that…Rowen and his new wife Eliza have a baby girl named Lilith.

“Father…” Carlos, the first born, called to him in the family gathering room.

All family members were there except…one

“May I ask…who's this?” He showed them all a picture of a little girl.

“Ah that's y/n— Y/N!!!” Rowen quickly stood up. “N-no…how could I forgot….m-my precious roses!!” He ran out of the gathering room running around the house. All of them look at him weirdly.

Rowen was searching for you like a mad man. “Y/n!! Y/n!!!” As he called out to you…not even one he heard you reply.

“Y/—”

“My lord?”

Rowen quickly turned around and saw one of his old maids.

“Where's y/n!!”

“You mean little lady?”

“Yes!! Where is she!!” He was looking around the maid for any sign of you.

“Didn't you ask for lord Zachary to adopt her?”

As he heard that name he froze. Zachary Huxley. His dead wife's older brother.

“I…I didn't say anything about making him adopt y/n…”

“Eh!! But he said you allowed him to take custody!”

“HAH!! WHAT BULLSH*T ARE YOU TALKING!! HE'S A PERVERT!!”

“WHAT!!...oh no…Lady y/n!!!”

His eyes widened at his mistake…oh how he wished he wasn't blind by his new wife's beauty…

With you somewhere else (what happened in the past)

“What do you mean papa doesn't want me anymore.” Her eyes started to water. “Well my bad,sadly he wishes for you to be gone since he already has a new…family.” Zachary smirks at his own lies.

“B-but papa loves me!”

“In the past, yes but now…he doesn't want you…he's going to be busy with his new wife” Zachary held out his hand for her to take. And she did…I repeat…she did.

11 years later

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!” The maids and butlers gathered around the table.

“Happy birthday to lady y/n! Happy birthday to you!” All of the maids finished the song with clapping.

“....thank you! Everyone” as she looked up. All of them could see bruises on her face,body and so on.

“....” They were silent. “Are you done singing the song?” Zachary came out of nowhere and startled them.

“Yes my lord we are done” all of them retreat to their own headquarters.

As they all leave y/n just sitting there doing nothing.

“Now y/n.. it's your 15th birthday…do you want anything?” Zachary walks towards her and caresses her hair ‘weirdly’.

“Nothing daddy! I just want to eat some cake can I?”

“Of course, anything for my precious…daughter.” He leaned down and kissed the corner of her lips.

And then, he goes away, probably doing his work. As he was out of her sight. She harshly wiped the kiss that was left by him.

Everyone could see that she was trembling hard. Sobbing her heart out.

"It's okay…it's okay y/n…papa…papa save me right?” she mumbled. But deep down she knew it's useless. She waited for 11 years. After she got ‘adopted’ she learned her uncle's true nature.

He was a pedophile. No wonder his sister hates him. And that's not all. Just a few months ago, she learned that her uncle put up something called dark magic. It allows the user to spy on someone.

So technically all of her years staying with her uncle. She was spied on by him.

And she knew…he saw all of her…I mean all of her. She always throws up at the idea.

As she retreats to her bed. She couldn't help but feel an unpleasant feeling.

As she stepped inside her room she was hit by a wave of a very good smell of perfume.

She started to feel dizzy. Before she could collapse on the floor she was welcomed by a pair of hands.

“Don't worry now my dear…daddy will take care of you~”

“N-no…..”

The next day….

Y/n jolted awake from her ‘sleep’ and she couldn't believe her eyes. Her body hurt here and there. And a lot of ‘marks’ were left on her.

She knew She was doomed. And the only thing she could do is cry her heart out.

This happened for a month until…

“Ugh!! I can't take it anymore!” One of the maids said. “What do you mean?” reply another. “Let's help the lady! Please!” She begged the head maids.

“....we can't…” the head maid looked down sadly.

*No….we can” one of the butlers came in.

“I know what we can do,” he hummed. All of the maids look at him weirdly.

Y/n was getting ready to ‘sleep’. She has eyebags under her eyes. A knock interrupts her thought.

“Come on in…” she replied weakly.

“My lady?” A maids poke her head in.

“Yes…”

“I have something to tell you!”

“What?”

She looked around before she whispered in her ears.

“We will get you out of here my lady.”

Y/n eyes widened and she quickly looked at the maid.

“A-are you sure!”

“Yes I'm not the only one everyone in this house wanted to help you! Excluding the lord.”

Y/n started to cry at this.

“W-where will I go?”

“Oh right…. it's okay we have a back up plan!”

And thus the maids and butlers get ready to sneak her out. As the previous maid and y/n tip toeing in the front door. Someone caught their acts from behind.

“So this is where you're going?”

Both of their eyes widen. “U-uncle..”

“Uncle? Really baby? I thought you were better!”

He glared at her.

“Guards!! Seized the maid!! How dare she try to take away what's mine!!”

A guard came and held down the maids. While Zachary was laughing like a maniac he was suddenly pinned down to the ground.

“What the f*---”

“I wouldn't curse if I was you….”

Zachary's eyes widened.

“Y-you!!”

“Hello…brother in law” as the hood fell down it revealed Rowen.

Y/n saw who the stranger was and felt very angry and sad, mostly sad. She pushes the guards away and takes the maid's hand and quickly runs away.

But she couldn't run far since she immediately collapsed on the floor.

“My lady!”

“My roses!!” As she heard her past nickname, tears fell down before she saw black.

Rowen quickly kneels down and carries his daughter back.

As he arrives at his mansion. How wife and step sons, including his daughter, were waiting for him.

“Daddy you're back!” Shout the youngest Lilith.

“...I'm back….everyone”

TIMESKIP

Y/n slowly regained her consciousness. There she saw someone head near her hands sleeping she assumed.

As she struggles to move. The head wakes up.

“Darling rosy! Don't you are still weak”

“... You…”

“Yes it's me papa! I miss you so much!!”

“...I..I don't have a papa” she looked away.

“N-no you do! Okay it's my fault for not looking after you!”

“...”

A few days have passed…y/n still remains in her ‘shell’. Rowen didn't stop visiting her. Until he carries her out to eat with him. He hand fed her with a spoon.

He was smiling, including his wife and sons. Except his younger daughter Lilith. She was in rage then she slammed her hand down drawing everyone's attention.

“It's not fair!!”

“Darling sit down…” her mother, Eliza warned her.

“Daddy loves me more!! Why did you have her attention!! I'm your daughter, not her!!”

Rowen slammed his spoon down the table mimicking his daughter's action.

“Lilith she's your older sister…respect her she's my child”

“But not with mommy right!! Did you cheat!!”

“Shut up Lilith Archie!!!” Eliza stands up angrily.

“M-mommy…I'm just defending you!”

“Defending…you don't know anything!! And your father can love anyone he wants!! And for your information! That's Y/n Archie! The true heir to your father's properties!!”

Lilith's eyes widened. “Impossible…he never told me he had a daughter!!.

“It's my fault for making him neglect his daughter…” Eliza confesses.

Y/n who have heard everything stay quiet. She tries to stand up but her legs tremble. And gave out making her collapse on the cold floor.

Rowen quickly helped her and carried her away.

Lilith who saw all this interaction was very angry.

Her older brother, Carlos knew that Lilith would try to do something bad to her.

Time last Lilith tried to frame y/n but failed as she was always caught by her older brother.

As for y/n…bad news is..she…started to throw up. She has nausea almost everyday.

Eliza, who notices these details, quickly hires a private doctor that she trusts.

As the doctor checked y/n Rowen,Eliza and Carlos were there. Carlos was there to make sure Lilith won't do anything stupid.

“...my lord…I have bad news.” The doctor finished packing her things.

“Well…lady y/n she's…” the doctor looked guilty.

“She what?”

“She's pregnant…”

“I-impossible…” Rowen fell down to his knees.

He started to cry for all the things he couldn't have done for y/n.

As for y/n, she too in a shock phrase, her eyes started to get glossy.

Eliza who saw that quickly hugged her. Y/n was still in a shock state as she quickly hugged Eliza too. Sobbing her heart out.

Rowen stands up and hug y/n taking her away from Eliza. He hugged her so tightly while sobbing and apologizing.

“I'm sorry…I'm sorry papa sorry”

Carlos who saw all of this quietly walked out.

A few months past y/n stomach growth. Eliza has been keeping an eye out for her and so did others.

She was 6 months pregnant. She was taking a walk in the garden.

“My lady it's time for your dessert”

No reply

“My lady?”

No reply

As the maid walked closer to her. It turns out y/n was asleep.

The maid chuckled.

“Well..I believe we can continue this story another time then dear viewers~”

“Till we meet again~”

[snakes-on-skates]

let me cook‼️

wanted to make sure i gave the other characters some attention ^w^ (since i usually only draw pal, percy and charlie)

artist notes under the cut :p

this was originally supposed to be a sketch TwT coloring and lining four(/five if u count the poodles) whole drawings is exhausting

i really really love the percy one specifically im a lot better at drawing him than the others imo

poses and expressions n stuff are inspired by the voice reveal video! i thought the dialogue was funny lol

i have all the lineart in black on the same layer when i do these and just use alpha lock to color it as the last thing i do (besides the backround/watermark) so the poodles were SUCH A PAINN ALL THOSE TEENY LINES RIGHT UP AGAINST EACHOTHER... i brought it upon myself tho so lol

also rowen was a pain in the ass as well qwq the sketch was really fun and then i had to color it and i died (and i dont even like it because he doesnt look right imo. i feel like i hit him with sandpaper for five hours. does that make sense. hes sanded down.)

i hate doing lineart so ive just been cleaning up my sketches to use as lineart but some of the spots on this are still really rough... like percy's hand.... agh

ik i complain a lot but im still happy with it :3

i want yall to know i stayed up an extra hour to finish and post this its past midnight rn

also whoops i keep posting art like super late for some reason

also i know her name probably isnt just "mother" its like marylin or something i just didnt feel like checking

[grovermungus]

i read seven of the eight books in the throne of glass series, and holy shit it’s awful.

in order from best to worst it goes as such:

-tower of dawn

-assassins blade

-empire of storms

-throne of glass

-i don’t give a fuck they’re all at the bottom

when it got to reading kingdom of ash, i just couldn’t. i tried, i picked it up once and then again a month later, still there was no want in me to read it. how you bitches love this shit so much i’ll never understand but each to their own i guess.

to start the complaints, the thing is poorly written, but given that it’s a debut series i cut it a little slack, that being said it goes on for FAR to long. the main character is one of the most uninteresting, shallow, millennial esk, boring characters ever written. i felt zero connection to her at all, she didn’t feel like a character she felt like words on a page. the same goes for both the mmc and a good handful of the side characters too. they’re all very one note. the only character i enjoyed near to the beginning was killed off far to soon for a shit plot point that made little to no sense and could’ve been done without easily.

this aided with the fact that, as you may know, sarah’s writing style usually leads to the last 100 pages of the book being the action, which is all good and fun if there’s a. characters you’re interested in, b. something else going on in the meantime to keep us interested, and c. a reason for us to be reading what we’re reading. this however, does not happen, a majority of the book is just build up for the ending, and that’s it, it’s all they talk about, i could honestly tell you nothing that happens for the whole of the books except for the final part. every time i put one down i would think “oh wow i enjoyed that” but then once the rush of the action dies down i’m reminded rudely of the ache it got to get there. this is made worse by the fact that each of the books gets larger with every instalment, the last being almost 1,000 pages, the thought of even having to begin the 900 pages of dicking around makes my brain feel like it’s going to pour out my ears.

as the series progresses, there are a few little hidden gems here and there, mostly for me the world building when outside of adarlan and the woods was good, hence why i enjoyed assassins blade. not only that but as we meet more characters later on, they’re better written (nesrin and sartaq my beloved). tower of dawn was my favourite by miles, mostly because aelin wasn’t in it. the world building was there, the plot was there, and there felt like there was actual STAKES, when aelin and rowen (more aptly named the prince of mediocrity, my friend actually described it perfectly as him being the “edward cullen” type, zero personality, handsome, strong, obsessed with his girl) are the main focus it never feels heavy, because we already know that she’s just gonna pull some fucking sun beam out her ass the moment things get tough.

tower of dawn to me feels a lot more reminiscent of acotar, it’s better to think of it as a standalone than as a part of the series, it’s also why i think i enjoyed empire of storms more too, i tandem read so anytime i felt like dragging a claw down the fleshy inside of my skull, i had a soft reprieve in tower of dawn. it’s also why i won’t read kingdom of ash, i was reminded of what it’s like to actually love and enjoy the book you’re reading, to actually want to pick it up and not only do so because you feel bad about having been bought the entire series as a gift and now hating it.

all in all, i have to say it’s one of the most overhyped book series i’ve ever had the misfortune of reading, this, a court of silver flames (a shit show i could make a whole other rant about), and a lovely dose of zionism, is why im no longer bothering to read any of sarah’s books.

[lan90]

Hi!

I’m back from my art block! Joins me is a new yandere oc who is crazier than Rowen 👍 will post in a bit. Sorry for disappearing for so long - has been a ruthless year and barely drew through it. I’ll make it up by bringing some Rowen drawings and some new yandere ocs <3 much love

[starbornss]

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 first post !!

hi!! im new to tumblr- but heres some things abt me!

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im a MINOR!!

if youre 10- or 18+ pls do NOT interact!!

my name is talia!! ^^

(do NOT call me tal if we arent close/srs)

i go by he/zir/pup ^^ (mostly he tho!)

understand im a sensitive person, but hate means nothing to me ��

if i act weird please tell me! i will try to fix my actions and words towards you and others!

im currently in a lovely relationship with my sweetheart ashton (☆ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

(love you babe >_<)

i wont be too personal, so do not ask me personal questions!!

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dni list: (strictly follow this.)

dsmp or anything related to dream fans

transphobes and or homophobes

racist people (also people who believe race or gender based stereotypes)

"is it bubblegum pink?"

people who bring politics into our conversation

proshippers.

lolic0ns..(eugh)

nazis....

icp defenders

theres probably more but im very lazy rn!!

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interact w/ me list: (strictly follow this.)

people who watch juno

ghost hunters/people who watch it ^^

bungo stray dog fans!!

people who dont vent 24/7

miku lovers ^^

upcoming singers/dancer/artists

people who are NOT dry texters!

the book of life watchers >:3

theres def more but like i said earlier, im lazy!

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my interests!!!

i enjoy drawing, yapping about my lover and random things, eating food (cuz im a biggie), calling or texting people (whatever your most comfy with!), playing roblox (dti, hello kitty cafe, etc), watching shows or horror movies, listening to music (deftones, icp, msi, soad, and more!!)

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i love my friends:

jazzy, rowen, sosa, emmers, maya, ghostie, samuel, sam, stan, angel, evie, kendoll, and poison!!

sigma

thats all about me ^^ message me if you want my discord or want to be mutuals!!

[goose-duck]

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♡Stress and tests

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♤Cars are confusing

♤Two days before march break

♤Our World (pt.1)

♤Our World (pt.2)

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!!Our World is continued in Master List 2!!

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ROWEN THIS WAS AMAZING

You're too sweet babes 🩷🩷 this was actually one of the first times I've sat down and written in a while and I kinda love it! With most of my pieces I like them enough to post but don't feel that confident, something about writing Angie and Nico makes me feel content with my writing :))

I wanted something very soft and simple because I feel like these two just need to be ordinary with each other. Their lives are so hectic both on and off the ice and their daily routines lack normalcy, so I like the concept of them finding simplicity in each other. I want to highlight the way that they can just be Nico and angie with one anothe, and showcase that this sense of complete contentment is what really fuels their dynamic and growing sense of love <3

Idk if that makes sense, but I feel like I had to share that :)

[quinn-of-aebradore]

Astarion hug scene my beloved

[idrisofficial]

in honor of you doing nothing, which ocs get bored easily

HAHA lovely question thank you babe

brinne

rowen

zephyr

kori

natal

so basically two of my most central and serious political figures and then 3 teenage boys.

[littleliquor]

When Daylight Fades (pt. 8)

Note: I’ve had a really hectic birthday week so this is coming up really late, but I wouldn’t stop writing it because I still have so many ideas about this fic! Hopefully you’ll enjoy it! 

Background: Reader was confronted by Wednesday on giving the false testimony after Rowan’s death. Before the fencing practice began, Reader received an unexpected summon from her Coven. 

Warning: murder, mental breakdowns

Part 1  Part 2   Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7

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As soon as I stepped into the fencing arena, I was hushed aside by Wednesday. She was standing right next to the giant statue, sulking in her usual manner. 

“Rowen showed up last night at school.” Wednesday asked, though interrogating would be a more suited word. 

“Um… Good for him, I guess?” I raised an eyebrow, poised and still, even if there was thousands of questions in my mind just by hearing that sentence. He laid dead in the woods. I saw that with my own two eyes. Unless my eyes had deluded me, Rowan shouldn’t be able to show up anywhere except fo a casket, if there was even an open casket for him at all. 

“You saw him dying in the woods last night too, didn’t you?” Wednesday continued her questioning. 

“It was dark, I didn’t exactly saw him. All I saw was you passing out.” I rolled my eye. Wednesday’s stubbornness could really exhaust one’s patience. 

“Thing followed him to the station today. He disappeared right in a bathroom with no available escape.” Wednesday crossed her arms over her chest. 

“Why are you telling me that?” For some reasons, she had suddenly involved me as her accomplice in this ridiculous investigation. 

“I know you don’t believe he can walk away from the woods after last night, either. Don’t you want to get to the bottom of it?” 

I did want to find out what was really happening, even if I had a different ulterior motive than her. Wednesday was completely right, I didn’t believe someone could stand back on their own feet after sustain that kind of injury. 

“I wish I could help you, but honestly, I don’t have the time for this right now.” I pursed my lips, leaving the pigtailed upstart by the statue. 

My fingertips were inches away from the handle of the fencing blade when a fretful fear jolted through my entire body. It was a deeply uncomfortable sensation and it was the summoning of a Supreme. I knew something went terribly wrong when Joy didn’t reach me on the phone but instead, summoned me directly in the true wielder nature. 

“Y/N…” Joy’s voice echoed in my mind, but she was maimed. Her heart was barely beating and I could feel it. She wasn’t injured, not physically, but she was drained, exhausted… of her power.  

I stepped outside of the arena, as calm as I could possible pose, but every inch of me was trembling from an immense level of anxiety. The Coven was an hour away from Jericho. If she was dying, I wouldn’t have the time to travel in modern normie technologies. As much as I tried to refrain from using chaos in Jericho and even Nevermore, I had to break a few personal rules when it came to cases of grave urgency. I ran inside a bathroom stall as a I opened a portal to the Coven. 

The throne room was just the same as I remembered, scarce statues of past Supreme connecting one another on every corner of the room. “Sleek minimalism”, as Joy had once described this as her favorite style. Except it was dark, with the only light pierced through the darkness from the stained glass window. The tinted purple light poured on the weak Supreme. Joy laid against the leg of her marble throne the dimmed light of the room, she was almost just as pale as the marbles around her. Joy had always loved the color and the coldness of marble, but I doubt she’d like it on herself. 

“Joy!” I dashed to her side, helping her back up to her throne. “What happened?” 

She held onto my forearm. Her skin, now pale, and wrinkly with darkened veins screaming underneath, exactly like the marble. The burnt mark of a chain remained on her neck. 

“I was attacked…” Joy muttered under her breath, as if speaking at this moment had taken most of her strength. 

“Who? How?” I raised my hand over her neck but even with the disappearance of the burnt mark, she hadn’t regained her strength. Whatever damage it was, it wasn’t just physical. The chain was merely an instrument of containment. The attacker did something way worse to her. 

“I didn’t see the face…” Joy coughed softly, her voice, raspy and weak now. “There’s something I haven’t told you about Marge’s death. When I found her, she wasn’t just dead. Someone took her power before they killed her. Whoever they are, they were trying to do the same to me…” 

I bit down on my lip, visibly shaking from anger. The chaos was what kept wielders’ souls travelling onto their next life. It was the very essence of our existence. Taking away the chaos would ripped a wielder’s chance to move on. To us, that would be the true death. Without our power, we would be damned to oblivion. There would not be hell or heaven for us. The victim would be forever trapped with their pain, their rage, their fear, their sorrow, screaming and suffering in the thief’s body, all the while watching as their killer used their power against their will. As I attempted to heal Joy, I knew everything I do now was in vain. With the majority of her power stolen, whatever was left in her was slipping away by the second. 

“I can’t…” I tried over and over again, placing my hand over her hand, her heart… but I couldn’t restore her chaos. I could feel it slipping away from my very grip, her life. It was like catching smoke with bare hands. I didn’t know what else I could do for her except keeping trying over and over again until the warm tears rolled down along my cheek, my chin, and eventually hitting the ground. I couldn’t breath. “There must be a way…” 

“There is one, Y/N…” Joy caressed my face with her hand. “Take it… Take my chaos…” 

“No! No, there must be another way! No… I’ll seal you back up and you can… come back…” Every word from my mouth became a soft whimper. I knew I couldn’t seal her back up, not this time, but if I didn’t do it, Joy’d be lost, forever. 

“This is the only way and you know it. Please, Y/N. I know this is a lot to ask but our enemy has Marge’s and most of my chaos. You need to take my power to defeat them… Take it, protect the others…” Joy wiped the tears from my cheek, holding my hand over her chest gently. “It’s okay… I’ll live through you.” 

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” I kept repeating it to myself over and over again. The red glow effused from her chest, entering my palm. It was soft, gentle and warm, just like Joy herself. I couldn’t tell whether the harrowing ache in me was physical or psychological. For the longest time, I’d blamed her and the rest of the Coven for not coming to my rescue, but when they needed me, turned out I couldn’t do anything for them either. I just breathed and walked as usual when they were killed, suffering in the body of their killer till the end of time. What right did I have to hold grudges against them when I stood by and did nothing to save them? 

As the glow faded completely, so did Joy. She sat on her marble throne, slouching against the back of the seat lifelessly. Her eyes closed shut, her breath was nowhere to be heard. I couldn’t imagine it was just a few months ago, when she was sitting on this very seat, calling me because she had a bad date with the witch next door. I couldn’t fathom the idea of never receiving her annoying calls, but now I had to live with it. I knelt down before her, hand still holding hers, pressing my face close to her hand. She became colder and colder. The only temperature was the warm tears that fell from my eyes, onto her stone cold skin. 

I lost track of time. I couldn’t feel anything. The only thing I could feel was emptiness. It felt like I was sinking down a sea of void and nothingness. No matter how hard I swam, I couldn’t reach the surface. I could only drown in it. Daylight became nights, and nights welcomed daybreak. I remained in the same spot, hoping that at one point Joy would open her eyes and say “I know you care about me”, but it didn’t happen. 

The tears had dried off on my face, leaving behind only their traces, mixed with the black from that mascara that ran down with them. In my absolute desolation, a face appeared in my mind. The one person who kept me grounded, anchored in this life. 

“Tyler…” I whispered. It was then when I realized how coarse my voice had become. As if he was the only one who could relieve my utter devastation, I called to his name mindlessly. 

I need you… 

I knew he couldn’t hear me inside of the Coven. My limbs felt like they had the weight of bricks tied to them. I couldn’t even lift my hands up to reach my phone. His name was the only thing I could think of. Maybe this was the way I would die… killed helplessly by a violent downpour of guilt and fury. 

With a loud thumping on the door of the Coven, I jumped slightly, staring at the hallway with half-closed eyes. In the faint light from the door, the silhouette of a gigantic creature lurched through the hallway to the entry of the throne room, the Hyde. The debris of mud and crushed leaves remained over the grey skin of his hands and feet. With the grim sounds of bones cracking, snapping back into the place of a human frame, Tyler walked through the hall to my side.

My eyes widened at the sight of him. The Hyde responded to my faint call from miles away. However he heard me didn’t matter. What mattered was that he was here. 

“Tyler, they killed her…” I mumbled faintly, turning to him with dry, swollen eyes. 

“Who did it?” Tyler pulled me away from Joy’s body, holding me close in his embrace. 

“I don’t know… This is just like Salem all over again, and I don’t even know who did it.” I pressed my hands vehemently against my skull until my nails dug into my scalp. The physical pain didn’t seem to make the fury any easier for the heart as I wished. 

Tyler grasped my hands to his chest to keep me from hurting myself. My wailing echoed in the desolate throne room. The fortress I’d built to keep my nightmare away had fallen apart. The façade I’d designed for myself collapsed, crumbled to pieces in front of my very eyes. A history I thought had been washed away as time passed resurfaced in a gruesome storm, and it was about to repeat itself. 

“It’s not your fault.” Tyler consoled gingerly. His hand smoothing the frizziness in my locks. “You weren’t here to stop it.” 

Tyler’s word of comfort ignited a fleeting whim in my head. I might not be able to see for myself exactly who attacked Joy, but I knew someone who could. The faction of witch who could see through past, present, and future; those who held the power to bridge the Nether and the living; those with crystal visions who could tell truth from lies – the seers. 

With a touch to the floor, I sealed the room with a rune for protection to keep out everyone and to preserve Joy’s body. I held onto Tyler’s arm as I stood up. My legs were numbed from kneeling on the floor for hours. 

“I need to find….” As I tried to walk on my own two legs, the sudden lack of balance almost made me trip on my face if Tyler didn’t caught me in time. 

“No. It can wait. You need to rest now.” He interrupted, voice grave and bleak, obviously upset with my disregard of my body’s state. I’d never seen him speaking with such perilous seriousness. As much as I would like to defy his insistence, I was also well aware of the state I was in. I was in no condition to travel any further than 3 meters. With my look of defeat, Tyler was ready to transform back to the Hyde. I stopped him before he could. 

“I’ll take us back.” My entirely body laid fully on his support, drawing out a portal directly to the Galpin’s house. 

“I didn’t know you could do that.” Tyler’s mouth gaped in awe, shocked with the display of teleportation. 

“I appreciate the flattery.”  

@sarcastic-sourwolf​ @snips-501​ @gayandfairycore @o-the-o-grim-o-reaper-o​ @britteny69

[randomnameless]

Three houses get more representation in heroes because its popular ?

I guess?

My issue isn't with how popular or loved Fodlan is, but what FEH was supposed to be.

With FE Cipher, even if Fates and Awakening were very popular, we still had entire sets featuring FE6 characters. Ditto for FE4/5/8 (tfw a Bael got its own card).

CYL is a popularity contest, that much I understand.

And yet, I also understand FEH is supposed to be a celebration of the franchise itself - bla bla FEH is a main game because Vero is a paid DLC in Engage bla but would anyone really pay 60 bucks to play book 1 and 6 about Vero's story? Really ? If this is a main game , then the first warriors game is one too lol - so why are the same 3 games over represented ?

In Cipher, we had a Fates set, then a Jugdral set (featuring CIpher OCs?), then an Archanea set, then an awakening set, then a Valentia one, etc etc.

But if they follow the current FEH, it'd be one fodlan set, one thracia set, one fodlan set, one awakening set, one fodlan set, one tellius set, one fodlan set, one elibe set, one fodlan set etc.

I really get how popular units/games will always sell and the fan favourites are always represented, I played through 2 Tales gacha games lol, Links had basically a bajillion of Leons and Yuris while poor Caius barely existed, and Rowen never got a premium unit!

CYL is a fan event - for sure - but beyond CYL, it's just FEH that tires me - it's not a celebration of the FE series anymore, it's just a cashgrab to take money from some fans using their current obsession (Fateswakening in Year1-2, Fodlan now) so while it never concerned me in the first few years, I dgaf and moved on, wondering if the units I like would ever get a thing (and they did! Saias was released for free lol) but now with the state of powercreep the game has?

You have to roll for units, to get their skills and fodder them to units you care about, and even then, they might not be able to clean PVE content - I like when things are challenging, sure, but the last Seer's Snare was a cruel wake-up : even with the newest shiny skills and whatnot, Caineghis cannot compete with duo!Anna. P!Naesala has the WTA against them? Who gives a fig, he dies on initiation.

Hegemongard was just a prelude to what FEH would become lol - even if, with investment, old units could still put up a fight against her, but you had to get dedicated team to counter her.

Now? With a team with W!Mitris, L!Alear and A!Elincia? Good luck tanking anything lol - sure, Tina is a godsend and I find if hilarious how this random nobody from FE5 is supposed to counter the crazed current meta, but it's the same issue - sell ridiculous units, and sell ridiculous counters.

It's the essence of a gacha game.

Maybe the next A!Caineghis or maybe a L!Caineghis will make the character relevant again - at least if you want to play and use him, but... as far as FEH is concerned, no one gaf about Cain, so he might have gotten a refine and yet he'll not get another unit. Forgive him in you want to play PVE content - or roll for new premium units and field him as a cute mascot.

[folliesofmiceandmen]

if you’re hearing NORMAL PROBLEMS BY HONEYCHURCH playing, you have to know QUINTON BURKE (HE/HIM, CISMALE) is near by! the 31 year old BARTENDER AT LUCKY PENNY (FORMER BROADWAY ACTOR) has been in town for, like, SIX MONTHS. they’re known to be quite COLD, but being WISE seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble CHARLES MELTON. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those HOLDING A GRUDGE LIKE ITS A CAREER, MESH TANK TOPS IN DECEMBER, WORKING OUT WHILE LISTENING TO SHOWTUNES, SPICY FOOD IS THE ONLY FOOD vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around BRIGHTSIDE long enough!

(TW for car accident; drug and alcohol use under the cut)

name: quinton 'quin' burke age: 31 d.o.b. & sign: february 14th, aquarius occupation: bartender at lucky penny and former broadway actor hometown: france gender identity & sexuality: cismale & homosexual relationship status: single

+3 likes: whiskey, old vinyl records, his niece +3: dislikes: a certain person who shall remain nameless, polo shirts, cats

Quin never had the strongest relationship with his mother growing up. She was in and out of his life like a postcard, moving away from France and from him when he was just a baby to go back to her family in Korea. He would visit once every couple of years as a child, and only on her terms. His relationship with his father was far more deep, far stronger. Oscar was always there, too, an extra person to help, to guide him, to make sure he understood the world a little bit better than he had before.

He wasn't a particularly gifted schoolboy, passing classes in the way that made it clear he wasn't a studious young man. He had grades that his mother considered terrible, passing not good enough, and though it wasn't for lack of trying, the boy simply couldn't pick up on the material in a way that felt right and made sense in his mind. He gravitated to the arts, loving music, adoring being on stage, even enjoying painting as a casual medium.

He was a teenager when he gave up on traditional schooling and convinced his father to let him enroll in a fine arts school, putting him on stage and in plays and musicals a lot more often. This school was where he met his first talent agent, booked his first show on a professional stage, managed to get all the way to the west end.

He had just finished a run in a show when he travelled across the pond to watch his sister graduate, and while the family had plans to spend the summer together in France, while Quin filmed and sent in a million self tapes, he decided to take a quick week trip to visit his mother and maternal grandparents before he met up with them. It was on the third night of that trip he got the call that changed his life forever.

Everything felt dark and hollow for a while after he got home. Anger and sadness were a constant war in his body and mind, and he tried his best to drown it out, but between losing his real father, and the man who was practically a second father to him shutting it all off, Quin grew angrier and angrier, and eventually, that anger directed itself all toward Oscar. It had to be his fault that all of this had happened, had to be him that ruined their lives. He packed up his things and moved to New York without much fanfare, finding a new agent there and working as a bartender and waiter to keep himself afloat while he auditioned for work. He tried to cut contact with everyone while the New York life took him over. He drank every night, he found recreation in drugs and meaningless sex, he spiraled into self destruction for nearly five years.

It all changed when Rowen called him to tell him the news. She was having a baby. Quin wasn't quite sure what to do with that information. He was in the middle of a run on a broadway show, eight shows a week, busy and doing well for himself, and his sister wanted to move to some place that looked like it should be on the paramount lot, because their dad's former lover had moved there. He said no at first. Rowan wore him down, and eventually he agreed, feeling a stab in his chest as he resigned from the show he was in, packing up and moving yet again.