#roooook

[flowerofthemoonworld]

Rook Savanaclaw SSR

[princesskeda]

update!!

[estevnys]

i have finally designed my roooook WOO HOO thank you picrew and general dragon age brainrot

her name is sehari ! she goes by shae as a nickname

she has lots of piercings and is goth :) i will post more about her eventually. obv we dont know the last names but heres the vibes. Will probably make her in bg3 cc eventually if i remember hahahaa

[poppurini]

sniff sniff sob sob IT'S REAL IT'S REAL I'M GONNA FAINT I'M GONNA FAINT LEONAAA LRONAAAAAAA AND ROOK ROOOOOK WAAAHAHRHFH

I FEEL LIGHTHEADED also leona having a hand in pocket has made. made me. like i feel. it’s just that i sorta.

[azuriteknight]

hi roooook it is i codes :) how r u my beloved ?

Codessssss, light of my light 💕

Today was interesting. I went to a rich person’s house and got to snoop through the place. I found termites and was attacked by their hose! Oh also there was a secret passageway and I almost got trapped in an elevator.

[tsuki-sennin]

Entry. Set. Armed Musical Chairs. Ready, Fight!

So uhhhh, yeah, we're still doing our musical chairs game. It comes down to Punkjack and Geats! I uh... wonder who's gonna win, in this show entitled Kamen Rider Geats? Soooo...

Grab a seat! If there's one for you...

Spoilers, I guess...

-Soooo, I'm confused, if you lose at this is it a perma-ban? Is it just for this particular server or is Ace's account going to be terminated along with all his DGP V-Bucks and all his wish-granted swag?

-Or if Punkjack loses, does he lose his DGP job and have to go back to street performing full-time?

-I see you're still doing Keiwa's vlogs, Tsumuri-san :)

-Girori, that is your son, has all the dinner you enjoyed with him mean nothing? :(

-Fuck you Hareruya <3

-Oh yeah, Keiwa's got that badass new buckle! Yeah, you keep that son, Ace'll be fine.

-Hell yeah, you go Na-Go!

-Go for it, Keiwa-kun!

-Great! Ready, Fight!

-Damn. Taking yourself out too?

-Wow, holy shoot.

-OH?

-MEMORIES?

-T

-TAIRA-SAN???

-HELLO???

-SIR?

-Oh hey kid, whaddup?

-Ah.

-Oh shit, two of them.

-Yeah, you show 'em the strength of your friendly fire Michinaga!

-Oh hello, Arche.

-Roooook!

-I believe this is our first "Rook" level Jyamato. Don't quote me on that though.

-Ohhhhh, Hareruya's fully aware of Ace's goal, huh? ...I do believe there's a chance that this might pay off into a gag, but...

-A chance to kill the fox man. That's everything you've ever wanted today, Michinaga!

-Neooooon, you've been kicking ass!

-Oh?

-Awwwwwwww, Ben and John :)

-Tom and Michael (their respective actors) are really big Rider fans, I can't possibly imagine how happy they are to be this prevalent.

-Oh shit, Punkjack

-He's not Punkjack originally, huh?

-Oh shit, this seems bad.

-Damn, Hareruya'sgot pretty sorry form outta battle.

-Well, guess we're runnin'!

-I'm sorry, the sub I'm currently using (Izu I think) said "You pissed the Game Master" and that like

-Immediately took me out jhlk

-Ace needs your memories as much as you do, Win.

-God, imagine if she were in charge.

-Mitsume? That's uh... a little bit at odds with that Classical architecture, but okay.

-He really wants his mom back home, huh :(

-Papa Kousei's playing a dangerous game here.

-Favoritism?

-ID CORES

-OHHHHHHH SHIIIIIT

-THEY'RE RIDERS

-THE BOYS WERE RIDERS, LET'S GOOOOO

-SPONSORED

-Grandpa?

-So, Hareruya's just a lackey, huh?

-Well, at least we're piecing together a lot more info than we did before.

-Oh shit, Mitsume?

-NAVIGATOR

-Damn, Tsumuri's literally filling in for Ace's mother in more ways than one.

-Tricky fox~!

-Chicanery~!

-A man knows when he's beat, huh Hareruya?

-You want a happy ending too, huh? :)

-LET'S GO AZUMA, KICK THEY ASS

-Fight for yourself this time, Neon!

-God-damn does that mask look good as Tycoon.

-Game's not over yet, bitch!

-Good for you, man!

-Daaaaamn, nice kill!

-Beat Strike!

-Yosh!

-Full Charge! Twin Set!

-Take Off Complete! Jet and Cannon! Ready, Fight!

-LET'S GO KEIWA-KUN

-TYCOON SWEEP

-Two Driver!

-Ohhhhhhhhh, there he is

-The Game Master.

-He's going to haxxor you.

-Ah, so

-Ace just figured that out too, eh?

-VISION DRIVER

-HAAAAAX HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAX

-Ohhhhhh, that's a sick-ass Driver

-Glare Log-in!

-Install!

-Dominate System! Glare!

-Ohhhhhhhh, god, that's such a good goddamn suit.

-Man's a straight up robot.

-Nooooo, don't pwn Hallelujah Ween you 1337 haxxor man!

-Hacking On! Crack Start!

-OH MY GOD, HE TOOK OVER HIS MIND

-Punkjack!

-Mission Complete!

-Geats-y lost.

-Oh

-Oh wow

-HE FUCKING CHEATEEEEEED

-Well... it seems our final boss is next episode. And uh... it'd also seem that Christmas is coming soon. I wonder what world we're seeing formed?

[ask-leona-kingscholar]

Roi des lions!!!

Wat

[what-nani-ano]

LET'S F*CKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

IN ONE TEN PULL

OMGG MY BELOVEDS SAGDGAHDGWGHD

FLOOOOYDDD

ROOOOOK

OGMMGAGSNSFFSAMMFASAF

[italoniponic]

My take on Ch6 part 2

I wasn’t that much active on my account when the part 1 came on August but now I just want to do some posts about it because this chapter is lit. Like straight up hell fire at this point 🔥

Well there will be spoilers after the cut since I’ll be talking about some scenes and things I really liked. Now let’s go

Man, I haven’t been this excited over the plot of a twst chapter since Octavinelle’s (I’d come to conclusion that’s my fave among all... but will Ignihyde take their place in the future? I legit don’t know). 

The lore behind Idia’s family and STYX itself have a pretty good amount of content in the time being and I certainly want to know much more. Especially Idia’s parents being like “due to unknown reasons, let’s left the control of a powerful organization in our son’s hands since we’ll be testing his friends”~ (well, Idia kinda stopped the staff from killing Rook, Epel and Yuu so... ok, weird parents, you have this one)

Also, in the beginning, Idia just assuming some sort of posture and saying “Did you forgot who I am? I am the boss here” like the god of the underworld he could be... I felt like that one vine where’s the guy sees a girl smoking while standing and goes “... wow” THAT’S ME RN

I love those parts in story where I can’t even choose a side because everyone is being so amazing (and I hate when it this happens but, like, everyone is shitty instead). I mean, STYX having a powerpoint and a special documentary was sending me and when I thought it wasn’t enough, the boys just spent one hour reading every word of the contract (half bc it’s a important document, half just to spite Idia to death) and I love it

Jack making a little appearance was also great! I love my wolf boy~ and he said good and motivational things to Epel just so he wouldn’t be so sad for all that happened and that’s a good friendship right here. I love their dynamic, so cute

Epel and Rook’s scenes are awesome on their own. I’m loving every minute of screen time they’re getting, from Epel slipping to his country accent and angrily yelling “ROOOOOK-SAAAN” in the middle of the sky to Rook saluting STYX drone with a “BONJOUUR Je souis LE CHASSER DE L’AMOUR” (and Ortho imitating him OMG- ) 

My two Pomefiore boys are so loud. Like, such a iconic duo

The simulation tests were also interesting. They split the five overblot boys between “the female villains” (Queen of Hearts, Ursula and Evil Queen) and “the male villains” (Scar, Jafar) and they reacted to the test very differently. Props to Leona for recognizing the sim the minute fake!Ruggie stepped on and Jamil kinda followed along

Idia and Ortho lowkey planning a whole game based on the test results (bruh). And little angst time when Idia said the others will pass by the Lethe River to forget everything so it’s not worth to starting any relationship with them anyway... like, wow, that’s such a sad way of thinking. Can’t wait to see who hurt my flame boys... it may explain a lot

And the Isle’s entrance where Epel, Rook and Yuu are right now kinda of reminded me of that one city Hercules saved from Hydra (... Themis? shit I don’t remember). The scenery is beautiful, simply beautiful. The Greek myths references, the tech aesthetic, Idia’s clothes that make him look like a Imperial officer from Star Wars... 

It’s funny to say it right now after some Ignihyde content but Idia is not my number one favorite (it’s actually Jack but I didn’t thought of doing anything special for his birthday at the time, certainly I will do next year!) but Idia is one of my favorites. I was thinking about doing a post about it someday...

Well, the point is: I’m loving Ignihyde’s chapter so far, the plot is getting very interesting even though the movie’s references aren’t being exactly easy to locate (just like the other chapters tho). Just give me more Epel and Idia content to fangirl about it. 

I don’t know if Ace and Deuce will wake up in time to join Jack in the rescue squad 2 (idk even if they can) but it would be a good bonus. 

That’s all I wanted to say for now. Bye~

[wolken-himmel]

nobody:

me:

ROOOOOOOK

YEAH I MEAN— WHO DOESN'T LOVE ROOK?

"Roooook!" you cried out as you threw yourself at him, laughing while burying your nose in the crook of his neck and keeping your arms wrapped around his neck. "Rook~!"

Rook seemed surprise by your sudden attack, but nonetheless wrapped his arms around your waist, too. "Oh? What does this lovely mademoiselle need from me?" he cooed as he peered down at you affectionately.

You giggled. "I just wanted to tell you that I really really really adore you," you cooed into his ear, your voice low yet sweet, sending shivers down his back. "I love every single of your quirks, Rook. You're so adorable..."

A grin flashed across his face. "Oh, you sweetheart... so irresistible..."

[princesskeda]

Update! This one is a big one!

[rookieforlife]

Roooook! You’re good vibes are the best, my two CP23 angel city T-shirt’s arrived today (they were taking forever to clear customs). Roll on jersey time.

Sending you good vibes for whatever your day entails today 🤗

Awwww this makes me so happy!! 🤗 enjoy your t-shirts my friend! feel free to submit a pic! I'm sure they are fire 🔥🔥🔥 sending good vibes your way!

[reblogging-archivist]

Nee-san!

Roooook roottt~~

Imagine him loving kissing your cheeks as he brushes up your head

KNSDKLGNKDEG;KEKGKE SFMWSNG;LW

G;LENGBELG’GKENKGNLKENDGO 

SKXNVKDSNLGB

IMOGYOPCHAN WHAT DIYO DO TO YOU@?!?!

[theotherrookie]

"Oh, Roooook! The birthday boy is here." Miles chirps.

"Rook is telling your relatives to behave and not scare the neighbors." Josh says, "Couldn't you just bring your father?"

"Your entire family is sea shanties on the roof, fish boy." Miles grins, handing over a small wrapped box, "But here, happy birthday."

"My birthday was two days ago." Josh takes the gift and unwraps it, "Is this a Jack Sparrow hat?"

"For all your cosplaying needs!"

Miles obviously think he's very funny but Josh has a present for him as well. "Here, from me and Rook."

"...A beer mug?"

"Grandpa wants you to try his new brew. He called it Spitfire's booze."

Miles stares at the mug, aware that he'll have to go out and buy Josh a decent present. "...Thanks, fish boy."

[loveuniverseandbeyond]

Roooook ♡♡♡ Il primo di una grande serie di fortunati eventi, sei il miglior batterista del mondo!!! !WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH! 20-06-17 MILAN

[misailurist]

Nap

Characters: Simon Keyes, Sirhan Dogen Words:1274 Summary: Simon has trouble letting his guard down in prison, and it’s affecting his sleep

Prison was not remotely as bad as Simon had feared. Between his infamous crimes and his alliance with Sirhan Dogen, other inmates and even the guards treated him with respect. Life had become so easy that he could barely accept the reality of it.  And he had something to look forward to each day: the well-bribed guards escorting him over to Dogen's cell to play chess.

Dogen's presence was a grounding one and Simon admired the old cutthroat intensely, but their relationship wasn't without its difficulties. A certain degree of awkwardness existed between them, as both were men who were used to spending most of their time alone and Simon, who'd been putting on one performance or another for the majority of his life, was only beginning to learn how to be himself in front of another person. Rather than conversing, most of the time their attention remained on the game.

Simon loved and hated chess. The game had once been an invaluable tool in surviving his friendship with Knightley, helping him to keep his anxious mind occupied. Rather than exhaust himself maintaining the façade, as there was a great deal of mental energy that went into keeping his mask up and his lies sorted, he could quietly focus on the game knowing that Knightley would be doing the same. Maintaining a sharp mind, he never gave in to the weaknesses that gnawed at his heart. Of course, his relationship with Dogen was not nearly so fraught, but the distraction still helped. Easier than social interaction and seemingly pleasing to the old man, playing chess was the natural thing to do. And if sometimes the game struck a nerve within him, made something inside of him clench up and ache (Knightley had loved this game <I>so much</i>, loved it more than Simon himself would ever love anything), then so be it. As with most things in life, there was nothing to do but suck up the pain and proceed onward.

"Knight takes roooook," he announced, yawning out the last word. Incarceration had not been good for Simon's insomnia. Sleep was always doing its best to evade him, and the oppressive feeling of being trapped and defenseless made it nigh impossible to catch. Even when he did manage to drift off, his slumber would be consistently interrupted by the sounds of people all around him. Once  he was up, all he could do was lie in his cot, waiting for the thrum and shake of adrenaline to fade away.

"Checkmate," said Dogen as he made his move.

Simon gaped. "No way! I didn't even see that coming!"

"Neither had I," Dogen joked with a dark chuckle.

Feeling embarrassed at his swift demise, Simon said, "Rematch?"

"Perhaps after you've had a nap."

He was too tired to argue that he was not tired. "Fair enough. I'll go shout for the guard…"

"That's hardly necessary." Dogen pulled out his Japanese-style futon, unfurling it on the floor.

"You sure?" The offer struck Simon as a bizarre one, but he considered it seriously. Much of his sleeplessness came not from the anxiety of the bars, but knowing that they could be opened at any time by any guard to do anything they liked. But if Dogen was right there, no one would dare. He could doze without worry.

"Go on. I'll tidy up." The old man made shooing motions as he would to his dog, practically herding Simon into bed. 

Simon grumbled in protest, but passed out nearly as soon as he'd pulled the blanket over himself.

An unclear amount of time later, another body joined him in the futon, its bulk pressing him up against the mess of statues and carvings that filled Dogen's room. Immediately, consciousness washed over him, alarm bells ringing in his head. Had Mr. Dogen invited him to use the futon as some sort of proposition? Did the old man who'd seemingly been so kind to him possess a dark ulterior motive?

Whatever he might have had planned, there was nothing whatsoever that Simon could do about it, and he froze in place, simply waiting for whatever might come. But as time passed, nothing did; there were no invasive hands, no oppressive movements, no whispers or breath in his ear, and he began to think that he’d misjudged the situation. Could it be as simple as Dogen also wishing to sleep, but simply not having the heart to wake him? Every second in which nothing happened seemed to confirm this theory, but he didn't begin to relax until he heard light snoring next to him.

It was fine, he reassured himself. Awkward as hell, but what about this arrangement hadn't been?  Probably, he thought, he was safer than he'd ever been in his entire life.

When Simon awoke again, he was pinned to the futon, a hot, dripping tongue being dragged along the underside of his jaw. He jolted awake, yelping in sheer shock, and stared directly up into an old, wrinkled face…

The old, wrinkled face of a Tibetan mastiff, to be precise. Anubis licked him again, this time right down the center of his face.

A chuckle came from beside the where Sirhan Dogen sat, seemingly unmoved from his previous location. "Good morning."

Simon sat up with a groan, shoving the dog off him. "How long was I out? Why is Anubis here?"

"Around nine, ten hours. And that is where he sleeps. Isn't it, boy?" He stroked the dog, luring it away from its victim.

Still groggy, it took Simon a moment to parse the information presented to him. "Ten hours… did you just sit there watching me sleep all night?"

"Obviously not," said Dogen, grinning crookedly at the silly question, turning his head in case Simon had forgotten his milky-white eyes.

"You know what I mean,” Simon said with a sigh. “You didn't have to stay up just for my sake."

"It wasn't just for your sake. I happened to be working on a new piece." He held up a small wooden block that he seemed to be carving into some kind of monstrous ape.

It didn't matter that Dogen couldn't see it; Simon turned his face down in embarrassment. Had the old man known all along how bad his insomnia was? Or even worse, correctly guessed at the source of his stress?

Though Simon had a keen talent for reading people, Dogen had always existed on something of a pedestal in his mind, a mysterious and superhuman being. It seemed natural that Dogen would help him, but he'd never quite wrapped his head around why. Rather, he actively avoided dwelling on the topic, not wanting to discover something that could potentially dissolve the bond between them. But at that moment, he couldn't help but think that Dogen had immediately understood exactly what he was going through and how to help.

(We're alike), he realized. And though Dogen had never spoken a word about his past, never indicated that he too had suffered the pains of being alone and persecuted… happy people didn't end up in prison cells for mass murder, now did they?

Simon sat up, rubbing his eyes and stretching a bit before draping himself over Dogen’s shoulders, just as Anubis would often do, and hugged the old man loosely. It was Dogen's turn to freeze up with uncertainty, but after a few seconds he simply sighed and reached back to pat his acolyte on the head.

“Shh, shh,” he said as Simon clung to him. “It’s all over now. You’re safe here.”

An awkward moment between awkward men. But just for a moment, their shields were down.