#golden rook

[doe-drawz]

Sunfyre the golden, the most beautiful dragon to exist. With golden scales and pink crests this dragon is fit for a king.

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So rooks rest ami right guys ?

[jangmi-latte]

I STAND BY MY POINT

[ophelieverse]

The first imagine of this episode being a little model of a dragon with a broken wing that falls on the floor.The perfect symbol and foreshadowing of the way Sunfyre will fall from the sky with a wing half torn from his body.

One,Viserys precious creation,from Alicent’s hands.

The other,Aegon most precious thing,from Aemond’s ones.

[thedeadthree]

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 ➸ irulanne . the rook .

𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 . 𝐄𝐋𝐅 . 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄 .

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[teenagecriminalmastermind]

even when mortally wounded and falling from a great height to his potential death, sunfyre did EVERYTHING he could to protect aegon and ensure he survived.

[kacl-art]

The battle of Rook's Rest! By me!

Please do not repost anywhere! Reblogs are great tho!

[goldennightengale]

I read your stories/headcannons,they are great!! I love them 🤧 If you don't mind,I want to request how they react to their s/o fell while climbing a tall tree,like the branch break w/ Riddle,Silver,Azul and Rook. That's all~

~Shiro

Howdy hey! What a lovely request, I'm sure these boys would adore being seen as your knight in shining armor~ -GN

Warnings: Heights, falling out of a tree, minor injuries (no blood), slight talk about the reader’s body (they are described to be a bit fluffy with a rounded face), laughing as a panic response

GN! Reader

Looks Like I Fell For You <3

Riddle Rosehearts

It began as a regular day in Heartslabyul and ended as a wild flamingo chase. During a practice game of croquet for the upcoming unbirthday party, one of the freshmen accidentally spooked the hedgehogs and set off a chain reaction of squeaks and flying feathers. It was total chaos, and you were forced to help corral the remaining flamingos out of one of the taller trees in the Heartslabyul gardens.

Grim was of little help since his screaming and flaming response to frustration made all the flamingos scatter wildly. So, in an attempt to get them down, you started climbing the thick branches. It took a while to get up as high as you did but you were proud of your progress. One by one you shooed the multicolored birds out of their perch.

You were in the midst of battling the final blue-tinted bird from its roost when you heard a familiar voice shout in panic. “PREFECT?!” Riddle screamed from below. Looking down revealed him clinging to the base of the tree, eyes filled with worry. “What in the Queen’s name are you doing up there? Come down immediately!”

Before you could reassure him that you were perfectly fine, the flamingo you had been in pursuit of decided it was the perfect time to abandon its hiding place. One of its wings knocked into your head and threw you off balance. You scrambled to right yourself, only half successful when a groaning snap sounded from the branch you were standing on.

The branch gave way, throwing you to the ground with alarming speed. You closed your eyes and braced for impact, already dreading the pain of hitting the thick bark on your descent. You snagged a couple of branches, barely hearing Riddle’s shout before you felt the world come to a halt. The slight whiplash caused your eyes to snap open and witness the gentle red glow of magic surrounding you. Riddle let out a sound of relief, gently lowering you to the ground.

Still stunned, you let him check you over for any bruises or blood and sat through the scolding of a lifetime. “Honestly, of all the things I expected this was not one of them,” he sighed. “What in the world were you thinking doing something so dangerous?”

The words left your mouth before you could think. “I think I just fell for you.”

He sputtered, shocked and embarrassed that his heart skipped a beat at the confession (?) before he let out an ear-shattering screech. You simply laughed, oblivious to the way you sent Riddle’s mind spiraling down a path he refused to acknowledge.

The redness of his face made the hour-long lecture and bleeding ears worth it.

Azul Ashengrotto

Sometimes you wondered if befriending the eel brothers was a good idea. Now, as you dangled precariously above the ground and clung to a rickety branch, you were sure it wasn’t worth any of this.

“This” was you stuck in a tree because Floyd thought throwing you off a broom was a fun idea. Coach Vargas had teamed the both of you up together since Grim was getting punished for burning one of the broomsticks and you needed to get a passing score lest you failed the class. As you were gliding through the air, the only warning you got was the eel’s giggles before he shot upwards and away from the training field with you in tow.

You were too focused on not falling to your death to realize what he was planning. It was only when you were wrenched from your place on the broom and plopped into one of the tallest trees on campus that you were screwed. Floyd’s cackles rang through the air as you screamed after him, only to slip and find yourself clinging onto a fragile branch for dear life.

You were slowly losing hope of getting down safely until you heard a choked shout of your name. It was Azul, panicking and accompanied by an amused Jade. It seemed they were just leaving their alchemy class due to the lab coats. You were just about to greet them when your arm went weak and you dropped with a scream.

You were flung away from the branches, which was good since you wouldn’t hurt yourself knocking against the thick foliage but it also meant you couldn’t slow down your fall or try to catch yourself. A second scream, one of your name, caused you to open your eyes in time to witness Azul summon a stack of gym mats beneath you. You crashed into the plush surface with a loud thwack, the force of your landing punched the air out of your lungs.

You were still wheezing as you were lowered from the impromptu platform, where you were greeted by a frazzled octopus and a slightly worried eel. You were shaken beyond belief but you were still grateful to your rescuer. So grateful in fact, that you leaned into his side and cheekily whispered into his ear.

“Wow, Azul. I think I just fell for you~”

The resulting squeal of a boiled octopus was worth getting inked in the face.

Rook Hunt

Hiding from Vil by hiding in a tree was probably one of the dumbest things you could ever do. But how could anyone blame you? The prideful peacock of a man was hellbent on dragging you into one of his “self-care nights”, the code name for a 5-hour lecture on skincare and healthy eating habits.

You liked your softer features, thank you very much. After all, your mother always said that a full belly would heal the soul better than a pretty face and some high-end clothes ever could. You’d take a bowl of stew over slaving away in front of a mirror any day.

Back to the issue at hand, you watched as Epel sprinted past your hiding spot. No doubt that he was also trying to avoid his fate by the look of panic on his face and the distant yelling of Vil in the distance. You stayed silent but sent him a good luck prayer in hopes that the warden would go easy on the poor freshman. With all the commotion below you, you failed to notice the swaying of a white feather in the bushes.

Rook watched as you leaned against the trunk of the tree, completely unaware of your surroundings. He always found it amusing how easily you’d let your guard down in times of pursuit, like a rabbit in a clearing, ignorant of the arrow pointed straight at it. Of course, he was sent on a mission to retrieve you on behalf of his beloved Roi de Poison, and as a good huntsman, he must deliver his pray with haste in order to please his Queen.

Taking advantage of your blissful visage, he stealthily made his way to the branch beside you, and with a smile, greeted you with his usual flair. “Why hello there, my little Trickster!~” He hummed.

You startled, the force of your flinching caused you to tip over and lose your balance on the branch you sat upon. Anticipating the worst and a whole lot of pain, you squeezed your eyes shut and waited for your body to hit the ground. Instead, you felt a pair of strong arms encircle your waist and pull you into a bridal carry before landing gracefully onto the grass. Still a bit panicked, you giggled and waited for your heart to return to a steady pace.

“Oh la la, you must be more careful little Trickster! Who knows what could’ve happened if you had managed to hurt yourself before Vil’s beauty session,” he chided with a sly grin.

The expression was wiped from his face when you joked about falling for him, a rosey pink flushing his face before a boisterous laugh bellowed from his chest. You were carried to Vil’s room with the sound of flowery poetry filling your ears by a very clingy huntsman.

Silver

Of course.

Of course, you had to be used as a human lifting weight for the one and only living boombox on campus because of a stupid bet.

During a joint gym class with a few of the upperclassmen, one of the Savanaclaw brats made a passing remark toward the knights of Drogonia, calling them pampered and weak enough to hide behind their master like scared puppies. Sebek, never being one to take a pass at his master with stride, challenged them to prove just how strong the students of Diasomnia truly are (and also to preserve the reputation of his beloved Waka-Sama).

It started off simple enough, with strength and stamina tests to gauge their results. But eventually, as all things of this world tend to be, things got a bit chaotic and you were once again dragged into someone else’s mess.

Somehow it had been decided that you were to be thrown into the air like a medicine ball, and whoever threw you higher was the tiebreaker. No matter how much you voiced your concerns and disagreements, it was you against the various students of two of the most powerful dorms in the school. You had no other choice but to agree, and reluctantly you prepared to get the most violent motion sickness known to mankind.

Just as you felt Sebek’s arms around your waist, you knew you were going to regret this choice, and with a scream, you were launched into the air. Unfortunately, in came a gust of wind so powerful it swept you away and forced you to land in the midst of tree branches. Despite the dizziness of being thrown, you heard a soft voice call to you in concern.

“Prefect,” Silver shouted. His face revealed little of his worry, but you could tell by the clenching of his fist that he was close to climbing up there himself to retrieve you. “Are you alright? Can you try to get down from there?”

Before you could answer, the creaking of wood sounded through the air as another gust shook the tree and caused it to sway. The motion alongside your weight caused the thin cluster of branches to snap and hurl you toward the silver-haired knight.

With a swift leap, you found yourself caught by a pair of strong arms and a warm chest as Silver landed gracefully back onto the forest floor. His arms squeezed you closer to him, as if he was afraid of dropping you or worse, losing you to the wind once again. Your face burned in both embarrassment and the fluttering of your heart as you looked into his eyes.

Silver barely got a chance to ask if you were harmed before the words left your mouth. Immediately, he dropped you in shock. He apologized, of course, and helped you back to your feet but you couldn’t help but notice the flushed tips of his ears and the way he’d avoid looking you in the eye.

I may have forgotten about the established relationships you mentioned in your ask whoopsie (+_+’) but I hope you enjoy this! It was really fun to write 🧡

I hope my work fulfilled your fantasy~ -GN

[liliesandparchment]

in the danger of sounding like an aegon pervert targaryen apologist, i wont say much about it except to call to attention the moment we see him in the council start he is not just mad he is scared not just cuz he’s a kid all that but his position is worse after jahaerys and it’s not just his desperation and fear but certain other moments stand out in this episode like plain men soldiers pausing war to compute the sheer insanity of what their eyes are seeing, the sickest spiciest dragon eyeing her rider and knowing just knowing, the darklyn son getting news of his father, vhagar stepping on a bug, a lord not leaving a battlefield because he wants to see this unheard unseen on the continent before dragon fight, sunfyre the ugly golden shit burning people because we gotta do it super blind and drunk apparently, acting out scared for life and position and drunk on the failure of your existence getting burnt to a crisp, a lonely weak spine sticking out of a bundle, black haired witch sucking frog guts from her fingers, a shower of boiling black blood raining on friends and foes burning flesh and leather and metal, an aemond daemon demon screaming meemie and an unreal absolutely shattering heartbreaking sight of a once vibrant red beast against yellow stone burning a breach into a birdhouse

[roukabi]

If there's to be an animated Hadestown adaptation, the only studio that should do it is Cartoon Saloon. I know they can get the vision. I know they can get the themes. Just look at Wolfwalkers and The Breadwinner and Song of the Sea. If there's any studio on this planet that can truly elevate Hadestown to it's fullest potential it's Cartoon Saloon!

[lunetual]

HAN NOAH ✧ ‘Wait For You’ Official MV

[uwmspeccoll]

Wood Engraving Wednesday

NOEL ROOKE

In the mid 1920s, the Golden Cockerel Press embarked on producing a number of small quartos with stories taken from the Bible. One of the first of these volumes was The Birth of Christ with text taken from the Gospel of St. Luke and published in 1925. At this time, wood engraver and fine-press printer Robert Gibbings (1889-1958) was proprietor of the press, and his old teacher from the Central School of Art and Design, Noel Rooke (1881-1953), provided these engravings for the book. Rooke was a seminal figure in the revival of wood engraving, and both Rooke and Gibbings were among the ten original co-founders of Britain's Society of Wood Engravers.

Although he was a little older than Gibbings, Rooke's style was more traditional than Gibbings's, and in his work he provided a link between the fine presses of the previous century and the work of contemporary printers. The Birth of Christ, printed in an edition of 370 copies, was well-regarded when it came out. Bernard Newdigate (1869-1944), manager of the Shakespeare Head Press, noted in a review in the London Mercury, "I like this little book better than any other from the Golden Cockerel Press I have yet seen."

Rooke was also responsible for the book's layout and design, which when compared to Golden Cockerel's other Biblical works of this period, was as Roderick Cave and Sarah Manson put it, "a throwback, an oddity." We don't know how Gibbings felt about it, but although Gibbings and Rooke remained friends for the rest of their lives, Rooke never illustrated another book for Golden Cockerel.

We enjoy the engravings and the book, however. Our copy is another donation of the estate of our late friend Dennis Bayuzick, who maintained an interest in Christian theology.

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[dead-dog-dont-eat]

Ben: So there’s this cognitive dissonance between her actual and ideal self which causes her to be practically dysfunctional. Of course, I'm no psychologist.

Kevin: No, you’re a nitwit. How come you know those words?

Rook: Kevin, come on, it’s not nice calling him a nitwit… But since the cats out of the bag, how do you know those words?

Ben: I guess it’s from reading the American Journal of Abnormal Psychology. Mom had it at home, she got it from a friend.

Kevin: I’m sorry but I refuse to believe that you have ever read a scientific journal.

Ben: Believe what you want, see if I care… *Gets up and walks away while saying angrily* Hypersexual bitch…

Kevin and Rook: *Chokes on drinks*

[gojuo]

we losing tgc's face card tonight you guys....

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

for the first oc post you can have some doodles

these are whiptails, they're funky goobers i made for the worldbuilding project i haven't done anything with in. so long. they were made a while ago, which you can definitely see in their designs (nightmare variant, the emphasis on blood, etc. etc.), though i've tweaked them more since then so y'know. i still think they're neat

uhhh basic facts, they're full of 'blood' (who knows what it really is), no bones or organs (except for the last one which has growths resembling bones for an in-lore unknown reason), and they communicate with their feelers and by emitting different scents depending on the situation. when they die, they give off no scent at all, unless the body is damaged, in which case they smell like their blood

^ common variant (represented here by catch), these are essentially the 'everything else' category. their names function the same way. they are where the 'whiptail' name comes from. common variant ocs include: catch (she/they), sandstone (it/they), rook (mirror pronouns), rail (he/she), vervain (they/them), rose (he/xe/thicket), thrift (click/clicks/clickself)

^ aquatic variant (represented here by blue), these guys live in bodies of water, though some can go on land as well. their names can come from anything aquatic or amphibious, as well concepts related to these things. aquatic variant ocs include: blue (she/her), newt (they/them), pale (vey/vem), pike (xe/thon), pochard (hy/hymn), aythya (mist/fog/smoke/soot), cormorant (color pronouns), golden (she/em), bream (he/it), frost (it/its), swan (it/they),

^ venomous variant (represented here by hornet), can be found pretty much anywhere (though finding them underwater or in cold environments is fairly rare). surprisingly, tend to be much bigger than most of the other variants. names can come from things that are venomous, sting, commonly associated with venom, spicy, or concepts related to venom. venomous variant ocs include: hornet (he/him + ze/mer), paprika (cy/cyr)

^ poisonous variant (represented here by slug), the smallest of all the variants. tend to be very colorful and prefer more humid environments with plenty of hiding places. named after things that are poisonous, associated with poison, or concepts related to poison in some way. poisonous variant ocs include: slug (she/he/they)

^ dream variant (represented here by laburnum), vary wildly in size, very rare but can be found anywhere. named after things associated with dreams, mythological figures/things related to mythology, and certain plants and animals (ex. doves, crabs, flowers, bright plants, etc.) dream variant ocs include: laburnum (zhe/it)

^ nightmare variant (represented here by nyx), the largest/tallest of all the variants. tend to prefer dark, misty, or heavily forested environments. fairly rare, though its certainly not due to being easy prey. no one entirely knows how their life cycle works- or if they even have one. they're the oldest variant, so for all anyone knows, the ones around today are the same as the first ones to come into being. look spooky but tend to actually be very sweet. names come from anything with a generally negative association (bugs, rats, certain birds, darkness, nighttime, cobwebs, etc. etc.) nightmare variant ocs include: nyx (it/its)

and now we do some oc prompt reblogs yippieeeee

[forestcat222]

I'm so glad we finally got to see Sunfyre but I do wish we had gotten to see him more before rooks rest.

[liviavanrouge]

Jumped

Epel: *At a waterfall, swimming with the other first years* You know the plan!

Bakunawa: *Stares in alarm as Epel jumped*

Deuce: Uh dudes...

Jack: *Keeping Livia and Pagoon separated*

Ace: *Wearing his swimming shorts* What?

Bakunawa: *Stares over the edge of the waterfall stunned*

Deuce: Epel jumped...

Citro: HE JUMPED!?

Epel: *Laughs, falling as the others leaped off the top of the waterfall after him*

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Vil: *Sitting in a chair, watching the first years* Little chaotic potatoes...

Golden: *Sighs, his head resting in Vil's lap* I don't regret bringing them all here though

Rook: *Laughs, shooting fish in the water*

Ekeko: *Stares at Rook nervously*

Vil: I kinda regret bringing Rook...