#rook: selene

[citrusai]

if she had an ak47 she wouldve stopped the ritual btw.

[serstolas]

Selene Thorne and Ashur

Commission of my Warden Selene Thorne and Ashur from Warden's Faith in a quiet moment together by the amazing @commander-sarahs-art

[crows-of-buckets]

Finally drew all my dragon age protagonists together!! Fun fact I actually started this a while ago I just had to actually design Selene before I could actually finish this. I'm still not 100% on her design but I'm tired of messing with it. Sigh. Anyways!!! Canon heights yay!!

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Caring for You

A sequel of sorts to Care for You, in which Agi cares for Emmrich after he has a nightmare and then makes it snow. Kinda. SFW.

A/N: Sections 1 and 3 are from Emmrich's POV. Section 2 is from Agi's.

He turned his back for a moment.

A second.

But that was all it took.

“EMMRICH!” Agnes cried, impaled on a Venatori blade, her brown eyes wide. “Save…me…please…”

The bleeding would not stop.

She continued to beg and plead and—

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” He screamed as life slipped from her.

“NO! No no no no no no!” Emmrich gasped then quickly clamped his hands over his mouth.

I can’t wake her.

I can’t.

She needs her rest…

***

Agnes woke to find herself alone.

Emm? Where’d he go? Bathroom light isn’t on…

Blinking, she listened for—

Wait, is someone crying?

EMM?!?!

Now decidedly awake, she stumbled from bed to discover her lover on the floor in front of the bed. Emmrich was curled into a ball, his body wracked with sobs. Her face fell. “Oh love…what’s wrong?” She moved to sit next to him. “Did you have a bad dream?”

“S-so sorry, my love. Didn’t mean to wake…” That realization only caused him to sob harder. “So sorry…”

She shook her head. “You have no reason to be sorry, love. None at all. Is it okay if I touch you?”

Nodding, he slowly sat upright and let his head rest against hers. “Please.”

She wrapped an around his shoulders and gave him a kiss. “What’s wrong, love?”

“A truly terrible nightmare. One in which you…you…” He squeezed his eyes shut, fresh tears escaping. “You do not survive. I cannot save you. I am as weak and powerless as I was when I was a boy…but it’s so much worse!” Emmrich cried. “It’s so much worse! I wouldn’t recover if you…oh Maker, to even think on it!”

Okay, he is definitely spiraling.

Let’s cut that shit out, shall we?

“Hey.” With her free hand, Agnes took one of his and pressed it flat against her chest, over her heart. “I’m here. I’m alive. And while I can’t promise you that I won’t do something quite stupid in battle on rare occasions, I can promise this: I will always come back to you.” She grinned upon seeing his eyes open again. “I’m the most stubborn fucker alive, Emmrich, and when I say I’ll do something I damn well do it.” And now the closer… “You’re stuck with me, I’m afraid.”

Despite the tears, he chuckled softly. “My dear, you have quite the knack for soothing what I thought was impossible to be soothed.” He breathed deeply for several moments before continuing. “You’re right, of course. To worry about which has not passed—”

No.

“That won’t come to pass, Emm.”

He playfully rolled his eyes. “Yes, of course darling. It isn’t healthy to worry about such things. In any way.” A rueful smile tugged on his lips. “And I am very sorry for waking you, Agi. You need your rest.”

Nope.

She kissed him, slowly and deeply. “Don’t ever be sorry for waking me, love. I’m always here for you. Fuck rest when you need me!” The younger mage laughed. “I’ll rest better knowing you’re alright, Emm. Please. Wake me up next time.”

“Yes, darling. I swear.” He kissed the tip of her nose. Aww, I fucking love that. “Now, let’s get you back into bed and then I’ll bathe quickly to remove the…” He grimaced. “Sweat. Ugh.”

I mean, yeah. I get it.

Agnes bit her lower lip to stop herself from giggling. “Do you want me to come with you?”

Shaking his head, he shifted to stand and then offered her a hand. “No, dearest. I won’t be long.”

She heaved herself to her feet (with Emm’s help of course because he’s a gentleman damnit) and smiled as she climbed back into bed. “Good because I’m not done yet.”

He raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow. “Oh?”

“You’ll see.” She teased, offering him quite a cheeky wink! It’s what he deserves! Once Emmrich disappeared into the bathroom, Agnes rubbed her hands together conspiratorially. “You two better behave or I’m going to lose my shit at…” She glanced at the chronometer on her bedside table. “Two in the morning.” With the snap of her fingers, two familiars materialized.

“Was that him, Agi? Was that Emmrich?” An ice fairy asked, flying towards the closed bathroom door. “He’s very handsome!”

The fire fairy promptly crashed into Agnes’s face, grabbing her round cheeks. “AGI! You haven’t called on us for SO LONG! And then when you do it’s ass o’clock!”

Oh for fuck’s sake…

The mage pried the fairy familiar from her face and groaned. “Feo, really. It’s been a bit busy with, oh I don’t know, saving the bloody world.” She then glanced at the ice fairy. “Yes, Selene. That’s Emmrich. He’s had an awful nightmare, and I want us to make him feel better. Just like we did when I was little.” Now for Feo’s favorite part. Agnes clasped her hands together and pouted. “Oh Feo, your beloved branch needs you! I beseech you for your aid!”

Feo sighed dramatically. “Sweet Agi, I can never refuse you.” They smiled. “What do you need?”

Wisps of fire and ice began to flow from her fingers. “I need us to make magic…”

***

Feeling refreshed, Emmrich emerged from the bathroom prepared to rejoin my beloved Agi in bed. Perhaps we could have a cuddle before—

WHAT?!

The senior necromancer barely took one step before he froze, mouth agape. Bright, sparkling snow fell gently above Agnes, who was sitting upright, long legs in front of her under the blankets. She was giggling as I’m not entirely sure what those beings are but they seem to be ice skating in the air?

My love?!?!?!

“Darling?” He whispered as he slowly approached the bed. When she turned to face him, his heart skipped a beat at her brilliant radiance. He crawled into bed next to her, sitting as she was. “Is…is this some sort of enchantment?”

Agnes chuckled softly. “It is indeed! I can even make it different colors. Do you want to see?” She glanced at him expectantly, brown eyes wide, and a smile tugging on her lips.

However, before Emmrich could answer, one of those very strange creatures groaned loudly. “Agiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, introduce us why don’t you?”

Rolling her eyes playfully, she winked at Emmrich. “Ah, right. Where the fuck are my manners? Emm, that fiery little shit with the big mouth is Feo. Bright icy cutie is Selene. They’re the first two familiars I ever made.”

He blinked. “Dearest, I must ask…how old were you when you created them?”

She’s going to say something positively mad like twelve summers.

“Hmm, I think I was three? Four? You two have been around a long time.” She shrugged and then gestured for them to come closer. “Be nice or else.” Agnes warned with a raised eyebrow. “I’m looking at you, Feo.”

How? How does she manage to discover new ways to confound me?! I know of no other mage like her! How?!

Emmrich’s gaze followed the two familiars, watching Feo bow and Selene curtsy. This is madness. “Charmed.”

Selene twirled. “Agi’s told us so much about you, Emmrich. You’re all she ta—”

Feo pointed at him, a scowl on their face. “Emmrich this. Emmrich that. Well, what are Emmrich’s intentions with our Agi?”

I’ve certainly gone mad.

His lover, her pretty, beautiful lips curled in a scowl, abruptly told them, “Enough. If you’re not gonna be nice, Feo, then—”

“Nooooo!” Feo grabbed the sides of Emmrich’s face. Warmth but not overwhelming. Interesting! “Just one thing, pretty please? Don’t hurt Agi. She’s waited so long for—”

Selene tapped her sibling on the shoulder. “He knows, Feo. He’s waited too. But they found each other, and it’s alright now.”

The fire familiar sighed and thought for a moment before sharing a purely mischievous look with their sibling. “As we are Agi’s, we are now yours.” The pair then giggled and created the outline of a heart. “Have fun, you two!”

Then, with a pop, they were gone.

Did I accidentally inhale embalming fluid again?

Agnes elbowed him gently, offering a warm smile. “Sorry, they’re a bit of a handful. And by ‘they’ I mean Feo. Selene’s mostly fine. They were both really excited to meet you.” Her gaze then returned to the enchantment above. “When I was little and had nightmares, I’d make it snow like this. I think it’s peaceful to watch the snow fall. It helped…” She blushed. “I hope it helps you too. Come on, love.” Adjusting herself to lay down, she watched as he did the same. Once he was lying beside her, she reached for his hand under the covers and gave it a squeeze. “I can have it go for the rest of the night, if you want.”

He blinked, releasing a breathless chuckle. “You…you are extraordinary, my love.”

I’ve no other words, darling. You’ve stolen them from me with your kindness, your heart, your humor…everything.

“Nah, I’m just me.” She said softly, still holding his hand. “Can we keep it going all night? I think it would be lovely, especially waking up in the morning and seeing snow.” Turning on her side, she grinned as she brought his hand to her lips to kiss. “It’ll be like sharing a romantic, snuggly, snowy morning except it’s the Lighthouse and the snow is magic.” Chuckling, Agnes glanced at him expectantly. “So, did I do it? Did I make you feel better?”

When she comically waggled her eyebrows, he burst into laughter and then kissed her. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.” He said between kisses. “Yes, my extraordinary girl.” He removed his hand from hers and gestured for her to cuddle against me like the very best girl that she is. Maker, how I love to hold her. “I feel safe with you, love.” You have no idea what that means…what you mean… “I adore you,” he whispered, one of his arms around her broad shoulders, holding her close.

“And I adore you, Emm.” Agnes murmured, her eyes fluttering closed. “’m sleepy…”

Humming, he rubbed softness of her upper arm and kissed her dark red curls. “Sweet dreams, darling. I shall follow soon.” He closed his eyes and felt himself drift, his mind focusing on her idea of a cozy, winter morning.

It is my hope that there will be many such mornings for us, Agi dear.

Wouldn’t that be lovely?

He smiled to himself.

Yes, it would be lovely indeed.

[himbopunk]

icon commission for a friend of their da oc <3

i tech still have icon comms open on my ko-fi btw

[personaei]

ooc. oh yeah. it's all coming together.

[starcrossedspirit]

*　. 　⋆　Selene Mercar　  ➤　Human Mage & Shadow Dragon 　 ! ❝ I might not be right for the job, but I will get it done. Whatever that takes.❞

[kiame-sama]

You can ignore this if you’d like, but I’m a huge Lilia fan, and I can’t help but think your drawing of him holding his daughter and description of everything as so cute! My only concern is if Vil would attempt to take Lilia’s precious daughter. Like what would happen? I don’t know about you, but I rather not have a war general hot on my tail if Vil decides to steal his children. But I also wonder if Vil will know not to take Lilia’s child in some way if he knew who Lilia was in his younger years.

Warnings: Vil being Vil, Harem HAE ending, Lilia can be HORRIFYING when he wants to be,

Vil is the child thief of the Harem ending. He instinctually steals the others children because he believes they are the most beautiful creatures he can imagine and he is collecting them. He is stealing them to father them and brood over them, not harm them, but even Vil understands Malleus' eggs and Lilia's daughter are all off limits.

Vil tried once and only once to steal Sterling- Silver's son- and Selene. Lilia won't go into detail exactly what happened, but Vil is now extremely respectful of Lilia's space and of the Briar Valley Household (Sebek, Silver, Lilia, and Malleus). Occasionally, Lilia will walk up behind Vil and scare the daylights out of the beautiful Harpy in revenge for trying to steal what was not his to take. Since the day Vil tried to snatch the two younglings- and was subsequently hunted down to complete exhaustion by the most horrifying and enraged eldritch Bat he can imagine- he has not tried to bother the Briar Valley Household again.

Vil will certainly accept shared parenting time and bring his Household young (His, Neige, and Rook's young + Jack's pup Fenrir) over for playdates, but he will never try to steal away any of that Household's young again. Lilia ensured that Vil learned his lesson painfully.

[goodpupsinc]

Yippe yippee Delona turn

[BASIC INFO]

Full Name: Delona Quinkana

Nicknames: Lona(Kahle), Croc/Gator(Interchangeably by Floyd), Monsiuer Horloge Crocodile(Rook)

Birthday: June 17th(Gemini)

Height: 5'5"

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous

Homeland: The Starry Isles

Family: Delona is an only child who lives with his mother, Selene

[SCHOOL]

Grade: 2nd Year

Club: Track and Field Club

Best Subject: Swimming

[PREFERENCES]

Hobbies: Playing video games, Sun bathing, Dancing

Pet Peeves: Nagging, Spoilers

Favorite Food: Dill Pickle flavored chips

Least Favorite Food: ANY dairy, it hurts his stomach

[miyukiswonderland]

I really need to stop churning out ocs but whatever

Here's Romero Rosettata twisted from Isabela Madrigal from Encanto

Random facts

He has a "curse" on him where he blooms flowers wherever he walks but the flowers goes away after a bit

He can pull flowers from the back of his hair with his unique magic. He can also change the colors of the flowers he makes with his unique magic

Lilia and Malleus mentions that Diasomnia gets flooded with flowers due to him not being able to control his unique magic

While his unique magic lets him grow flowers he can also grow whatever plants he chooses like carnivorous plants, cacti and more

Whenever he's embarrassed or shocked his hair blooms flowers

He's mentioned to be the nicest and most approachable members of Diasomnia due to his kind nature and beautiful flowers he makes

He's a fae but his ears can't be seen due to his hair

He goes in between speaking Spanish kind of like Rook does

He mostly calls people "Mi Amiga" (My friend) but he calls Selene "mi princesa rosa" (My rose princess)

His plants he makes with his unique magic has the chance of coming alive

He mentions he gave Vil a flower as a gift but the flower came to life and started using his makeup and clothes

His room in Diasomnia is completely covered in flowers that he changes whenever he wants

[citrusai]

most babiest babygirl

[psychopurr]

— AGENT STONE ID PACK ☕️

pt: agent stone id pack. end pt.

requested by anon!

NAMES : alaric, arden, ashford, caspian, circe, cole, dorian, echo, flint, griffin, jasper, kane, lenore, lex, magnus, maverick, morrigan, noir, nyx, onyx, quinn, raven, ronan, rook, sable, salem, selene, silas, soren, sterling, stone, tobias, vex, victor

PRONOUNS : bean/beans, brew/brews, hush/hush, latte/lattes, noir/noirs, spy/spys, ☕/☕s, ♟️/♟️s, 🕶️/🕶️s

TITLES : prn brews the perfect latte, prn who stands beside madness, the one who smirks in silence, the one who waits, the shadow behind the genius, the spy who serves

pt:

names.

pronouns.

titles. end pt.

[nevesserialwriter]

New Chapter: Dock Town Noir

Chapter 16: Writ of Rebellion

Rated: E

Pairing: Rook/Neve

Summary:

As the city’s unrest simmers beneath the surface, Neve uncovers the truth behind Selene’s tangled identities. With revolution looming and a coup quietly gathering strength, Minrathous becomes a chessboard where every secret and every sacrifice could decide its fate. The time for shadows is ending; soon, the city will burn or be reborn.

Preview:

She raised her hand again, finger tracing a slow, taunting circle through the air as she stepped in closer, her presence pressing into the space between them. The tip hovered just above Neve’s forehead. "So," she purred, “are you ready?”

This was a bad idea, and Neve knew it; but no better path presented itself and her options were vanishing. So, with a reluctant nod, she gestured for Selene to continue.

"Close your eyes. It makes the transition easier."

One last breath and then darkness.

The world spun past her. Light fracturing beneath her eyelids, colors flaring too fast to follow. When the motion stopped, she opened her eyes slowly.

White engulfed everything.

No floor beneath her. 

No ceiling overhead. 

Just a void of white stretching endlessly in all directions. She stood in the center, coat heavy across her shoulders, the one anchor she could trust. Her hand found its hem, fingers brushing familiar stitching, silk lining cool and real; but it did little to ease the tension coiling in her chest.

"Selene?"

The name echoed once, then vanished.

Really smart Neve, trust the blood mage and get stuck in a mind prison.

When she turned, Selene was suddenly there and she had to resist the urge to lash out, fists tightening at her sides.

Of course. Still playing games.

"What is this?" Neve asked, voice wary.

"The space in between."

A frown pulled at Neve's brow. "That doesn’t mean anything. Between what? This doesn’t feel like the Fade."

"Depends on what you're really asking." Selene gestured at the blank world around them. "Think of it more like a mind palace."

Crossing her arms, Neve rolled her eyes as she looked around. "Some mind palace, it's empty."

"It’s empty because I haven’t built anything yet." The blood mage snapped, then she took a deep breath and continued, her voice almost regretful. "I wanted to... build my old home, but every time I try I... I just can't."

That was... oddly vulnerable. What was the angle here? With Selene there had to be one. She wouldn't give this kind of information—if it were true—for free. Neve would have to be cautious, she wouldn't get caught off guard again.

Well, if she could help it.

Before she could respond, the woman held her hand up to stop her. "The answers will come. Let the game unfold detective."

Then, with a snap of her fingers, the stillness broke.

[crows-of-buckets]

I think my rook just has the most casual coming out ever. Idk I keep imagining it going like

Ena: Viago I think I'm a guy

Viago: okay. Drink this poison I need to test it's effects

Ena: is it one of the ones that almost kills me?

Viago: ... maybe

Thats it that's the conversation. They do not talk about it any further than that. Viago still refers to him as idiot. He just also uses he/him while doing so

[just-a-girl-with-a-crow]

Hello everyone!

I'm Pandora Selene Rosier, she/her mostly, female, 16.

In my sixth year at Hogwarts, Ravenclaw of course - Eagles High!

Tags: #songs of a raven

Friends:

James Potter: @here-and-a-deer

Remus Lupin: @the-moon-is-out-to-get-me

Regulus Black: @silentlydrowning

Sirius Black : @sob-dogstar

Barty Crouch Jr

Lily Evans

Narcissa Black

Marlene : @cccherry-red

Dorcas Meadows @d0rcasm3adows

Mary McDonald @godisawomananditsme

Sybil Trelawney: @i-s33-not-speak

Family: Evan Rosier 💖💖💖💖💖: @anxiietyandautopsies

Interests- Corvids (especially crows, rooks, and ravens), poetry, H.P Lovecraft, knives, pretty things, old mythologies.

Dislikes- idiots and prejudice

ooc: this is a Pandora Lovegood/Rosier rp blog, in case that wasn't evident. Bear in mind that this is how *I* see Pandora, and it might differ from others interpretation.

All welcome to interact, marauders-era ofc- wizarding ocs welcome as well

pandalily yes, but open to others

also this is my first time doing this so might be a little off-

also hope it's alr for me to @ you those who i have @ ed

[serstolas]

Veilguard Appreciation Week 2025, Day 6

Day 6 of Veilguard Appreciation Week. @veilguard-appreciation-week

Prompt: Minrathous, Justice, "You know, I think you might be trouble."

The Viper|Ashur/ Rook pairing (Ashur and Selene Thorne)

First Missions