#IM SO UPSET ROWAN

[roseguidedarc]

         𝐏𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋 && 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄.    the look on her face, the feeling that’s pushed inside of daughters chest that had come from her mother,  let pietra know without words what wanda intended to do.   she was going to destroy the darkhold, the castle, so that no one could be tempted by it again.   but, what about her?   if she did that then . . . a step is taken forward away from peter who’s hand lingers against her arm as if ready to take hold of her if he needed too.    head gives a shake, eyes widened with   𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚉𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽   && with tears that bud quickly.    ❝  no, mama ,  i’m not leaving you.  not again, not ever. ❞     ;        wanda tries to reason with her, to get her to understand,  but pietra shakes her head fervently against it.    ❝  no!  i’m not- . . ❞  before pietra can continue,  she feels herself being picked up only to notice that wanda had risen her hand using magic to grab hold.  quickly, while rushing the others through the portal,  peitra is pushed backward until she lands on her back on the other side of the portal.  a split second given to gather herself, the rumbling of crumbling stone, && as she gets back up with hand reaching out the portal is   𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 !     hand reaches out as if she’s going to jump back through, the castle crashing down around wanda.   pietra begins to cry out,    ❝  mama, no!  no, no !  ❞   young woman falls into her knees, palms against the floor with eyes looking toward where open portal had been. tears stream down her cheeks.   / @c0bwebs  

[immagrosscandy]

"omg you like her bro you're so jealous holy crap"

[sollucets]

uh oh!!! i liked new regulus Too Much!!!!

[adellovesrowan]

shut the fuck up with your “rowan is annoying im glad they died” posts

[star-puff]

I'M GONNA HURLLLDKWLDLSLLF

[hgsn-moved]

Wtf did they do to mccree im getting a divorce

[fagpeterstrahm]

i know i talk about him a lot and i know that everyone else Knows that i adore him v much and i honestly hope that everything treats him well

[impossiblerebelblaze]

Art supply companies make a cyan marker challenge

[rowanfalls]

She screams and pounds against the walls of her own head, demands an answer to why she is still angry and helpless and empty. She has no answer to give that thrashing girl. This was supposed to fix things but every foe laid to rest begins to rear their ugly head now. She cries, hot, shrieking tears, each bead of brine wailing for justice for their murders, for the tragedy that is their shed. She is betrayed by the most likely outcome, by the inevitable end coming to pass against her wishes. If only she could punch the truth in the face but it shifts, revealing a different target behind it's giese. She can't punch that. She doesn't want to hurt them. She does, but only when they wear that mask of once removed. Not when they are really a person. Un Fucking Fair. And she can't even scream.

[roystonvasey]

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[yashachuu]

i just finished the heir of fire and uhhhhhhhhhhhh......................aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[shyvioletcat]

ooh holiday rowaelin prompt where they accidentally mix the name labels up at a gift exchange so a scandalous gift is opened by an unintended recipient

Firefighter Friday is back! And it’s holiday themed! Enjoy. And big thanks to Em for helping me on this one.

Striking Matches Masterlist

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Aelin locked her door before heading up the hallway to her boyfriend’s apartment. Tonight the Moonbeam twins were holding a little Yulemas party for the team at their apartment and they had very graciously invited Aelin along. It wasn’t anything fancy so she had dressed in a sweater dress and black leggings so she could be comfortable while lounging around.

She didn’t bother knocking before walking into the apartment and caught Rowan just as he was coming out of his bedroom, looking casual but very handsome. Throwing her jacket on his table she waited for her boyfriend of 3 months to greet her.

“Hello you,” he said, walking right up to Aelin, hands going to her hips before kissing her.

Aelin couldn’t help but hum in happiness against his lips. “Hi.”

“You look nice,” Rowan murmured, not breaking the kiss. “I like this colour on you.”

“I thought you would,” Aelin said as she pushed him away. “You ready?”

“Yeah, I just have to get my phone.” Rowan let her go to head back to his room. “Can you grab Lorcan’s present from the table?”

“Sure,” Aelin said unenthusiastically.

Lorcan had ended up being the one who Rowan had to get a gift for in the Secret Santa. In Aelin’s opinion he didn’t deserve a thing, the sullen prick. They were yet to make any sort of connection or progress when it comes to being friends. They were both content about their mutual loathing anyway. Aelin picked up her coat finding two wrapped presents underneath. One was hers she knew, Rowan’s extent of Yulemas decorating was the tiniest of trees on his small table and that was where he put his presents, but she was under strict instructions not to snoop. Putting the jacket on top had disrupted the tags, the two pretty much lying on top of the one present, checking them Aelin found the one for Lorcan on the bottom and moved the other back onto her present before slipping the small box into her bag.

By then Rowan had come back, smiling at her. “Ready?”

Aelin nodded. “Ready.”

~~~~~

Rowan tried, but he couldn’t really help it. Maybe it had been a mistake to ask if he could bring Aelin along, because it turned out he couldn’t pull his attention away from her. He hadn’t been lying when he said she looked good in what she was wearing. If anything, it had been an understatement. The dress she wore was basically a long knitted shirt, hugging her curves softly and in his favourite shade of emerald green. The low V of the neck was modest enough, but just a glimpse of collarbone and neck and he was already gone. Then Aelin went and made it all the worse when she had bent over to put the present under the tree, making sure to catch his eye first. The shirt gaped a little revealing a glimpse of bright red lace. Rowan had swallowed before his eyes darted back up to hers, and she gave him a wink. Gods, this woman would be the death of him.

When Rowan had asked if he could bring Aelin along almost everyone had been on board. The twins had agreed straight away, Vaughan hadn’t cared either way, Gavriel hadn’t minded at all even though their relationship was still a bit odd over him being the estranged father of her cousin. Lorcan had been the one to oppose it. He and Aelin didn’t get along and he reminded everyone that it was a celebration for the team. Fenrys had called him a miserable bastard and told him it was his home and he could invite who he wanted. But Rowan had to admit that Lorcan at least had a bit of a point, Rowan wasn’t paying attention to any of them but her.

Right now she was perched in his lap, Connall gathering the presents together and reading out Lorcan’s name before passing him the present. Rowan was twirling a strand of golden hair around a finger while Aelin chatted to Vaughan, knowing he should watch for Lorcan’s reaction. But as he brushed her hair away from her neck, running his finger along her collarbone, Aelin’s body shivered. He was contemplating if he could get away with kissing her neck when he heard Lorcan say, “This isn’t for me.”

Rowan’s head snapped up, confused at Lorcan’s words. Then he saw what exactly sat in Lorcan’s lap.

“What do you mean it’s not for you?” Fenrys scoffed. “It was addressed to you from Rowan.”

Lorcan only said again, “It’s not for me.”

Rowan felt sick, trying to figure out how this had happened. The presents had been on the table, both wrapped in the same brown paper but clearly labelled, one for his girlfriend and one for Lorcan. Aelin had picked it up… and somehow she must have mixed the cards and now Lorcan had Aelin’s present, looking as if it had burned him. Confused by it all Gavriel peeked over and Rowan just wanted to die right then and there.

“I’m getting another drink,” was Gavriel’s only explanation as he got up and headed to the kitchen, obviously having no desire at all to see how this panned out.

Rowan looked at Lorcan, silently begging him not to make this worse. Lorcan was looking at him like he was just simply asking why, why him?

Aelin’s interest had been piqued. “It’s not very nice to refuse a gift, Lorcan.”

Lorcan just said drily, “I don’t think it’s my size.”

Aelin turned to Rowan, her expression confused. Then she took in Rowan’s panic stricken face and put all the pieces together. “Oh.”

He had been hinting at getting her something particularly risqué for Yulemas, he just never in his wildest imagining thought it would end up in the lap of his boss. “Full stop, I would walk into a burning building right now and not come out,” Rowan admitted.

Then Aelin started grinning, and Rowan knew it was moments before she lost it completely and started laughing. Already her shoulders were starting to shake.

The curiosity was too much for Fenrys and he snatched the box from Lorcan’s lap before Rowan could stop him. He opened the box, his eyes going wide. “Well, this is unexpected.”

Rowan couldn’t stand it anymore, he shifted Aelin off his lap onto the arm of the chair and reached over to grab the gift from Fenrys, but all he succeeded in doing was knocking it out of his hands. Scraps of gold lace landed on the floor. It was Vaughan who poked at it, lifting it with the end of a discarded spoon, just demonstrating how little fabric that was actually there.

Aelin broke, cackling so hard she had to sit on the floor before she fell off her precarious perch. Fenrys joined in, as did the others, all except Lorcan who just looked thoroughly disgusted.

“I don’t need to know what she wears under her clothes,” Lorcan said.

That only succeeded in setting Aelin and Fenrys off again. Both of them lying on the floor, Fenrys holding his stomach as Aelin wiped away tears. Rowan couldn’t handle it anymore, and face burning he picked up the items and put them back in the box then stood awkwardly not knowing what to do with them now. He stepped over a laughing Fenrys as he finally tried to get his breath back, and went to the dining table and stuffed it in Aelin’s bag. Returning to the living room wasn’t an option now, especially when a new raucous round of laughter started. Instead he went to the kitchen where Gavriel had a drink waiting for him.

That was where Aelin eventually found him, sitting on a stool nursing a drink. She pulled the other stool right up next to his so she could lean her chin on his shoulder when she sat down. Rowan took a sip before looking at her, those turquoise eyes still dancing with mischief. He just groaned and looked away.

“Rowan,” Aelin said and kissed his jaw. “Come on, it’s very funny.”

Rowan made a noncommittal sound that made Aelin giggle.

“You’ve still got your present to open, and Vaughan double checked it. It’s definitely not lingerie,” Aelin said, very desperately trying to keep a straight face. It didn’t work, within seconds she was beaming at him, then tucking her bottom lip under her teeth. Rowan turned away again but Aelin stood, making him spin around to face her. She stepped between his legs, arms loping around his neck. “Come on. After presents we can go home and I can put on whatever you stuffed in my handbag and you can unwrap me.”

“That does sound nice,” Rowan admitted, kissing her once.

“It does, doesn’t it,” Aelin agreed.

“Are you upset about having your Yulemas present spoiled?” Rowan asked as he stood.

Aelin shook her head. “Not at all. It just means now you have to buy me something else.”

Aelin grinned at him, and Rowan grinned right back. He already had a few ideas, things he would make sure they opened alone, the tag with Aelin’s name on it stuck down with as much sticky tape it could handle.

~~~~~

This probably could have used one last edit but I just don’t have time right now.

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[coelpts]

For the fandom ask: Camp Here and There 🤲

ahh you know how to pick em doncha

Blorbo- elijah is my blorbo. im so fuckign sorry gamers hes just. i think hes neat.

Scrunkly- sydney... said wetly, like how you would try to get into a jedidiah impression. I JUST. he's so...he's so angry. he's so upset, and he's got good reason to! i just. i want to give him a hug, and listen to him talk about his worms. runners up are worst himbo juniper (affectionate) and marisol, who is my friend and whom i would trust with my life

Scrimblo Bimblo- i unironically love joshua. his friendship with yvonne is so much to me, i want him to be better. sir. please. AND ROWAN! what a guy!! he deserves a big umbrella

Glup Shitto- SOREN! SPOKE TWICE AND THEN GOT FIRED, MY MAN

Poor Little Meow Meow- its elijah again! hes so fucked up and pathetic and i love him about it. hes just so earnest. hes so evil on purpose, but he got slapped one time and burst into tears. if sydney told him off hard enough he'd just leave. hes SHIT. beloved. runner up is jedidiah because he's really going through it and he's a bit of a shit friend but hes TRYING TO BE BETTER and thats important i think.

Horse Plinko- id love to pick on juniper. he'd either take it so seriously that it would be funny or he wouldn't even register the insult, which would also be funny in a frustrating way.

Eeby Deeby- i'm sending lucille to eeby deeby and nobody can stop me

[dinklebat]

A Cursed Work (Part 1) (Part 2)

-

“Tobes, it’s gonna be fine-“

“It’s eas-easy to say for you! Your girlfriend didn’t just…just dump you!” Toby moaned from his position on the hardwood floor, his left hand drumming impatiently.

Ben just rolled his eyes and returned his attention to one of several computer screens circling the room. “I still think you’re overreact- hey!”

The sounds of explosions echoed from the computer’s speakers. Toby tilted up his head to look over at the blonde ghost’s game. “What now?”

“That bastard blew up my house AGAIN. DAMMIT JEFF I’M GONNA BURN DOWN YOUR CROPS AND BANG YOUR MOTHER!” Ben shouted into his microphone, his face flushed red.

“Jeff destroying your im-imaginary home makes you more upset than my REAL girlfriend dum-dumping me?”

“It’s not imaginary! It’s Minecraft and IT TOOK ME A WEEK TO BUILD!”

Laughter echoed from the room across the hall.

“WELL GLAD YOU FIND IT FUNNY JEFF!” Ben yelled back. In a huff, he exited the game and slammed the keyboard onto the ground, shattering some of the keys. “Stupid wannabe grunge hoodie wearing idiot.”

“So?”

Ben swiveled around in his gaming chair, looking down at his friend, collapsed onto the ground in an orange, gray, and brown heap of sadness. “So what, Toby?”

“Are you gonna help me?”

“Uhhhhh no? Clockwork is scary and Camelia is scarier. Plus, isn’t Rowan enough for you?”

“It’s not that Ro-Rowan isn’t enough at all! I love him!” the dark haired boy smiled behind his mouth guard at the though of the cheerful fae. “But I-I-I love Clocky too.”

Ben was quiet for a moment, glancing at the carefully posed action figures littering the shelves and the dozens of posters covering the walls as if they held some clue to his friend’s problems.

“Toby, maybe you should talk with Clockwork about this. Tell her how you feel and stuff,” he suggested awkwardly, fidgeting with his green tunic.

Toby sat up, his neck cracking from right to left. “Actually, there’s some-someone else I-I need to talk to first. Thanks, Ben.”

“Anytime, loser.”

-

“Camelia Adamache.”

The girl glanced up from the book she was reading.Across the room was a boy with dark hair and orange googles. Doby? Cody? Toby? They all looked the same to her.

The brunette girl sighed. She had decided to rest in the common room- a rather nice room with high walls and a polished dark oak floor- this afternoon rather than her own bedroom due the incessant noise from Jeff and Ben’s rooms.

“What do you want?” she asked suspiciously, her Romanian accent a tad thicker than normal.

“I want you to ke-keep away from Clockwork.”

Camelia blinked her large, dark green eyes, completely confused. “Men,” she muttered beneath her breath.

“By whose decree?” she asked, glancing down at her fingernails.

“Wha-what?”

Camelia stood up, gently setting down her leather bound book on the large wooden table.

“Is this order coming directly from you or from one of your superiors?”

The boy scoffed, his neck cracking suddenly, seemingly involuntarily. “It’s an ord- decree from me, your sup-superior.”

“In that case, no,” she replied, not looking up from her nails.

“Ex-excuse me?”

“I do not care for you or your orders. You don’t scare me. If Masky or the Operator himself ordered me away from her, then maybe. But unless you have some sort of reason why I should stay away from her…” she looked up at him, her green eyes filled with an eerie glow. “I see no point in doing so.”

The boy’s hands visibly trembled, even as he clenched and unclenched them. Good. She wanted him to fear her. Fear was power in this hellhole, after all.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of her, pressing her against the wall with his hand and knocking the wind from her lungs.

“You’re new here. You don’t know how things wor-work. That’s fair,” he chuckled without any hint of humor. “But you don’t get to being the second strongest proxy without knowing how to protect what is yours.”

“Don’t. You. Fucking. Touch. Me.”

She grabbed his hand, rapidly moving her mana to the tips of her fingers. The places where his skin met hers began to scald and burn as she released the spell. Yet he did not even flinch, as if he couldn’t feel his flesh burning.

“Oh,” he said softly, watching as the flesh of his hand darkened from her touch. He pulled his hand away and examined it. “Hm. I’m guessing that’s not very good.”

Camelia’s heart rate quickened. Was her magic not working properly?

He looked her up and down one more time, his face curling into a look of disgust. “I don’t get what she sees in you.”

Then he stormed off, not sparing her another glance.

(camelia belongs to @theweepingdemons)

[prettypinkroseofpatience]

thinking about Melvin and Rowan... I’m gonna write out their story one day but we must mourn Serena, for she is no longer a character that exists. R.I.P

she was the one who originally killed Rowan tho, so rest in agony?

[morganofthewildfire]

OH MY GOSH YOU CANNOT LEAVE US WITH THAT MIHMIL ENDING “Him.”!?!??? YOU SIMPLY CANNOT MORGAN NO

I KNOW IM SORRY

I promise there will be more soon!

She’s a little upset right now (for good reason) but Rowan isn’t going to just let her ignore him forever! So have hope