#c rowan

[liorlen]

Pyr y’n gwna ni byrhoedled? / Digawn llawryded, / kywestwch a bed.

[viciousvales]

thinking about lockwood straining OJ pulp through his teeth like a whale

[ircnwrought]

@wickedpeachie (rowan) gets a plotted starter for aelin !!

__________△       IT       IS       HER       FIRST       OUTING       AS       HER       UNCLE'S       OFFICIAL       REPRESENTATIVE       TO       ADARLAN.     to    give    her    valuable    diplomatic    experience    in    light    of    her    betrothal     (       she   would   be   queen   one   day    &&    this   reception   would   do   wonders   for   her   education     )       it    also    does    help    to    have    some    time    alone    with    her    intended.     there    is    only    so    much    that    can    be    conveyed    over    the    pages    of    their    frequent    letters    after    all.       as   the   musicians   pick   up   the   pace   of   a   new   jaunt,       her   ashryver   eyes   survey   the   room   to   measure   whom   she   should   speak   to   next.        she    is    met    by    the    flash    of    familiar    white    hair    instead.       the   fire   in   her   veins   runs   cold   to   come   face   to   face   with   a   ghost   of   her   past.     one    who    made    the    choice    to    leave    her    behind,       despite    all    the    promises    they    made.       she   cannot   find   a   route   to   escape   without   drawing   significant   attention   to   herself,       so   instead   she   squares   her   shoulders,       lifts   her   chin   proudly.     the    tiara    of    terrsen    winks    in    the    candlelight    upon    her    gleaming    blonde    hair.       here,       she   is   resplendent.     ❛    i   did   not   realize   doranelle   still   participated   in   these   kinds   of   gatherings.        last   i   heard,       the   fae   kingdom   has   been   most   content   to   leave   the   west   to   its   own   devices.    ❜     a   sip   of   her   drink   cannot   temper   the   ash   on   her   tongue.

[sollucets]

i'm going to pride today :')

[full-moon-ships]

So um.

[redheadedratt]

YDH grian doodle/what i think he looked like

go follow my..

insta: red_headed_rat

TikTok: redd_headed_rat

[pprimaveraaa]

TWO DRAWINGS!!!

First up ROWAN AND TARA WOOO!

Then Amarilis (right) and a persons in game avatar I danced w/ a couple nights ago!!!

[zorishy]

Revivebur/Rowan Redesign

Alright, here he is, go feral

[orionscelt]

@legacyshenanigans slides this under ur door

I am looking at Rowan respectfully 👁️👁️

[ahmuseme]

@rowan-revelry

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

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

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

[catboylister]

my favourite thing to do rn is add references to minecraft roleplay in fanfic for fandoms that are no way connected to minecraft at all. like what would you guys do if i jusy fucking—

'rowan you forget yourself' lister you forget where you stand next to me. you are in my shadow. act like it. perhaps its not a coincidence that every plan has failed under your guidance. you are nothing but a walking second place medal.

[wethepowered]

"Do you think this will ever end? That we'll be free?"

[councillor-roland]

closed starter for @kajoling closed starter for @outer-banks-trash

Roland wasn't used to Krovs being a stressful place. It was supposed to be fun, entertaining, full of delightful distractions that took his mind off of whatever might be going on outside it's walls. With all of these attacks, however, the atmosphere was being ruined and more and more Roland was walking around carrying a tension he wasn't used to and trying not to be overly paranoid, though that proved difficult. Wound tight as he was (and frankly hating it) he decided he would seek one of his usual distractions and made his way down to the Undercroft. Given the mood he was in, it might end up being more of a...direct encounter than he normally had with the slaves but he was sure most of them would be used to that by now. Though, perhaps it would be better to get a slave he hadn't tried yet. Novelty always tended to improve his mood.

That decided, he strode past the checkpoint without really glancing at the guard, and surveyed the slaves for a moment. There was the familiar array of options but then one stood out that he hadn't seen before. Clasping his hands behind his back and trying to rein in his edginess, for the moment, Roland glided over to him. "You must be new. While these accommodations are..." he glanced around disdainfully "...adequate, I much prefer my suite. Come with me."

[ircnwrought]

"I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are not gone for ever. I offer myself to you" // @wickedpeachie (rowan) to aelin !!

    __________△             SHE     BLINKS,        ONCE,        TWICE,        TRYING     TO     COMPREHEND     THE     WORDS     HE     LAYS     DOWN     AT        HER     FEET.     she    hardly    dares    to    breathe     (     she   had   opened   that   fragile   heart   of   hers,     still   shattered   from  sam,     &&    what   had   he   given   her  ??     )      don't    touch    me    like    that,        the   sentiment   burns   in   every   recess   of   her   mind  &&    gives   a   fearless   queen   pause.     to    have    loved    once    had    been    a    gift,     to   have   lost   before   that   love   had   a   chance     ??        she   does   not   know   if   she   could   bear   another   loss,        another    heartbreak.        is   it   not   a   queen's   duty   to   marry   for   the   good   of   her   people  ??        isn't   love  supposed    to   be   out   of   reach   for   the   one   who   wears   the   crown  ??     ❛    rowan     ...    ❜        his   name   is   choked   on   her   lips,     half   warning  &&    half   plea.        fire    courses    through    her    veins    &&    yet    she    is    more    vulnerable    than    most    will    ever    see    her.       ❛    i   cannot   do   this   in   halves.     you   either   have   me,     all    of    me,        or   not   at   all.    ❜

[sollucets]

episode four mork face appreciation ✨

[full-moon-ships]

Crane: You know, you're a lot like the lab rats I used to work with.

Tim: 😟

Crane: You're- You're motivated by cheese and fruit. I mean this as a compliment