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Hellooooo i'm in an ask-mood! For your Rook of Toro fame, what does she do if she really needs to unwind?

(And does she need a new friend to unwind with?)

Hi pookie!!! For my Toro Rook (who I need to give some love to oops) when she REALLY needs to unwind she likes to lay down on the floor of her apartment, or even on some grass in a park if there's one nearby. And of COURSE she'll have some wine in hand and Teia on speed dial

And a new friend... well maybe Illario could help with that 😏 but she's taking applications before she resorts to him hehe

Thank you for the ask!!!! This was such a good way to kick my butt back into gear oooops

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Do y'all SEE this?????

Davrin Week 2025 - Day 2

Eyes of an eagle, roar of a lion, heart of a halla

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DO YALL SEE THIS??

Davrin Week 2025 - Day 1

Shepherd/Hunter

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Weekend Writing Challenge - Davrin Week 2025

Thank you @thedissonantverses for such amazing prompts this weekend! You do such a great job, and I'm saving all of these prompts for later lol they're TOO good

I went with the following prompt this weekend:

15. If I make it to the morning

This excerpt will center around my DavRook, Davrin and Reina, as they exist in a Criminal Minds-esque modern au. Enjoy!!

This was killing her.

The waiting. The not knowing. Sifting through the plan in her head and finding holes that weren’t there before. Reina was running herself ragged within the confines of her own mind, and there was nothing around to save her. She spent the majority of the night staring at her illuminated monitors, biting at the nail of her thumb to soothe the jitters. Then, when she exhausted that nail until it was no more than a nub, she moved to the thumb on her other hand and started all over again.

She was on retainer until they needed her, the phone line open and available. But that didn’t mean she was completely blind-- she had trackers on the vans and on team members, the locations refreshing every couple of seconds. The result was a flickering staccato of pinpoint dots on one of her three monitors, her eyes fluttering between the arrangements on the screen.

She didn’t want to admit it… But she was nervous for the team.

Only because she could tell they were anxious about this smoke-out. Lace’s face had been grim as she piled into one of the waiting vans hours earlier, despite the reassuring smile she tried to give Reina.

And then there was Davrin.

He had rounded the corner into the garage, a black gym bag slung over one shoulder. He wasn’t in his normal jeans and long-sleeve polo, instead clad in all black with a disintegrating flannel thrown on top. Pedestrian attire, Reina had realized. He would be on-site rather than waiting inside the van.

This had caused a lump to form in her throat, and swallowing didn’t help make it go away. Reina knew that Davrin was one of their most skilled field agents, but it didn’t make her worry any less. What if something went wrong? What if the unsub had a weapon and openly attacked? There were so many uncontrollable variables that Reina hadn’t accounted for, and it was baffling that the entire team seemed so composed as they inched closer and closer to collapsing in on their target.

Reina had been jerked out of her vortex of thoughts by Davrin’s rich voice. “Hello, gorgeous,” a warm hand clasped her elbow, and she felt the heat of his body come up by her side.

Reina raised her eyes to meet his stare, the edges of his eyes crinkled by the smile on his face as he looked down at her. As good as Reina was at schooling her emotions, she must've allowed something to poke through her erected guard wall. Davrin's lips lost their grin, and he gripped her elbow ever-so-slightly tighter.

“You alright there, Rook?”

It was one of the few times he called her something besides the heated nicknames he personally reserved for her. The ones he purred into his earpiece, pretending like it was just them two. Reina wished he hadn't abandoned his joking seductions, for then she could've acted like nothing was wrong, if only to convince herself.

“I'm fine,” she brushed his concern away with a blaise smile, ignoring the way his eyes narrowed like a predator honing in on it's prey, noting all the fleshy weak points. “Just keep me in the loop for this one, alright?”

Davrin studied her, and Reina couldn't help but notice how the heat of his hand now almost felt like a brand against her skin. Scalding, marking her. Would there be an outline of his fingers burnt into her flesh by the time he released her?

A small, selfish part of her wished yes.

“This will all be over in the morning, Rook.” Davrin tilted his head closer as he softly spoke, low enough to not be caught by prying ears. “We'll grab a coffee bright and early, yeah?”

There was something unspoken inbetween the lines of his words, and Reina tried her hardest to ignore it.

But she knew better. Davrin, despite being the best agent the team had, acted like he had a rapidly approaching deadline. While he executed everything he did with the precision and excellency of a seasoned field agent, he also operated with the knowledge that he had very little attachments holding him back. No wife, children or outside commitments weighing him down. He was expendable-- and that's what made him the best.

And although he was saying he would see her in the morning, Reina heard loud and clear the message he was leaving out.

If I make it to the morning.

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I'm unwell

he takes a dip in my daydreams

[ My days end best when the sunset gets itself behind ]

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Guys i CANNOT contain myself any longer i am SO hyped for Davrin week....... already had something for day 7 but I've also been doing a bit of anatomy practice today so here's a part of it!

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thinking about them again

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oh no :')

which ao3 tag are you?

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What if I wrote a DavRook fic but it was Penelope Garcia and Derek Morgan vibes

Like, picture it

Geeky Rook, the computer nerd. Davrin, the badass agent. The hunter/prey dynamic, except Rook thinks Davrin is just joking around

But he's NOT

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Ugh, I finally am sitting down to write, and it is taking everything in me to not deviate from my plan and instead write an angsty Illario-climbing-through-the-window fic purely because of this song

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Jesus CHRIST HE LOOKS GOOD

“I promised I would call.”

Newest chapter of @ttrevelyan’s these violent delights has mentally consumed me can you tell?

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Yall did i really think yesterday was thursday...... help

WIP Wednesday (On a Thursday oooops)

Thank you @sugar-peanut-cat for the tag! Thankfully I was able to get back into the swing of things and have something for WIP Wednesday lol!

This is an excerpt from one of my current WIP, Toro!

So she took in a deep breath, drawing up her courage as she quickly blurted out the words, “I propose a truce.” Illario’s head snapped towards her.  Rook pressed her lips shut, staring at him. She waited for him to say something, to probe her with a flurry of questions, but he stayed quiet. His attention, however, both heavy and intense, remained tethered to her. It almost was enough to make Rook squirm, and a small part of her wondered if this intensity was why he had been a successful salesman, especially when it came time to close business deals. 

I've also thankfully started making headway on Eating Crow, and definitely plan on doing some short one-shots this weekend, so I'll post those when I get them done!

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Toro Ch 4 Uploaded!

The next chapter of my Modern AU Toro has been uploaded on AO3! Hope you all like, and here's a sneak peak!

Rook had never been to Italy before, much less any other country, and so she was completely caught off guard when she opened the door to the building and saw what was inside. She was hit by the icy chill of air conditioning, blinking against the temperature shift, and looked around to take in a wide array of… produce. There was produce in the gas station. Rows and stacks, practically mountains of it. Rook slowly roved the stands, eyes dragging along vibrant tomatoes and blooming heads of cabbage. Further into the store, there were deli display cases, aisles of snacks and fridges containing drinks, an image more closely resembling any other gas station. But that wasn’t all, for behind the vegetables and fruits, tucked away in the back of the store, there was a cafe. It was quaint, with a few tables and chairs pressed up against the windows. Rook immediately honed in on a tall figure, hands propped up on the counter as he leaned forward. Illario seemed to be in the midst of placing his order, and he looked around him as he spoke. His stare rested on Rook, who was now beginning to make her way over to him. The second she arrived by his side, he had just finished handing the barista his credit card, murmuring a small thanks in Italian.

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THIS IS AMAZING

Davrin WIP Wednesday

Thank you @mythals-whore for the tag I sincerely can't wait for next week!!!!!!!!! Okay so my tentative plan are fairy tale themed one-shots, a different one for each day, featuring different monsters and influenced my different stories. Some graphic depiction under the cut cause first day is werewolf hunter au. @woundedsoul12 this is for you omg

Tags for: @biowaredisasterbisexual @serensama @ryoskuna @bg3daydream @thebarghestiest @gingervitus @cocoboots @davrinsleftpectoral and whoever else wants to do it!!!!!

The corpse of the man had been ravaged, torn to shreds to the point Davrin barely recognized it as belonging to a human. The missing hiker. Davrin let his hand fall to his gun, looking towards the tree line. The autumn chill nipped at his nose and ears, and an old injury on his leg ached for it. Last night had been the full moon. There should be no wolves, not here, not after his family had driven them off when he was a kid. Yet neither a black bear nor a cougar left people like this. The silver sigil resting against his chest, the mark of their clan, seemed to hang heavier around his neck as he slowly looked for tracks. He couldn’t go after the wolf now. He wasn’t even carrying silver. He had t-

A crunch from the forest ahead. Skin prickling with awareness that he was no longer alone. His grip tightened on his gun, and he forced himself to take a shuddering breath. Two men and a woman slinked from the woods. First thing he noticed was none of them were dressed for a hike around granite boulders and steep elevation, yet none seemed the worse for wear. In fact, they looked like they’d just come from a lunch. They moved in sync with one another, fluidly the three of them turned at the same time to look at him. The woman, her skin pale as fresh snow and her blue eyes frosty gave him a glittering smile, her voice clear as a bell.

“Good morning. Out for a hike?” She said it calmly, as if the mangled body of a man didn’t rest in between them.

Davrin took a step back, noticing how still her companions were. How tall she was compared to them. They watched him with open hunger, expecting just any other human he guessed.

“You could say that. Know anything about our friend here?”

She didn’t even look, smile broadening. A smile that chilled him to the bone.

“He made a mistake. Wandering in the woods all alone.”

It all happened at once. He drew his gun. Her two enforcers turned. Massive wolves, one grey and one brown, leaping after him. He shot at one and it just kept coming, not so much as flinching as blood streamed down its chest. But what saved him as the newcomer, yet another wolf, leaping in between him and his attackers with a ferocious snarl. The alpha, for she could no other, screamed her fury at the red wolf as she ran off, turning herself. It turned into a chase, a tangle of teeth and claws as the red wolf gave chase, leading the others away. Davrin watched after them, horror and awe at war within him, before running back down the trail.

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Seven Sentence Someday

I am ashamed to say it took me a second to figure out how this tag game works... idek what my brain is doing today, but it is not counting

Thank you @sugar-peanut-cat for the tag! <3

Here's something from my WIP Toro!

But while the worst of Rook's problems were figuring out how to avoid Lucanis, Illario had to face the family he had been ostracized from. How was he so composed, with imminent disaster looming closer with every mile that passed under the car's tires? Rook tore her eyes away from the rolling hills beyond the open car window, turning until she was looking directly at Illario. A sense of respect flooded her… and some other emotion akin to empathy. Rook was suddenly reminded of Teia, and specifically how her friend had admitted that Illario had changed- and for the better. How Rook should give him a chance.  It was rare for Teia to be wrong about someone.

Tagging people but ALSO join if you want and tag me in your post! I love this :) @serensama @himluv @thedissonantverses @arisofsky @woundedsoul12 @draco-illius-noctis

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Pick Your Tropes

Thank you both @thedissonantverses and @serensama for the tag!

Oh god, y'all I don't know if I can choose between most of these, but I'll try my damnedest!

coffee shop or flower girl | au or fix-it | enemies to lovers or childhood friends | angst or fluff | love at first sight or pining | modern au or historical au | break up & make up or proposal & wedding | get together or established relationship | soulmates or unrequited | fake dating or secret dating | obvious pining or domestic fluff | hurt/comfort or crack | meet the parents or meet cute

nvm.... i couldn't choose for a lot, sob

GENTLY TAGGING!! >:) @arisofsky @woundedsoul12 @sugar-peanut-cat @becausedragonage @biowaredisasterbisexual @draco-illius-noctis @himluv and anyone else who'd like to join!!