#Rowan the rotted

[dinklebat]

Static Screams

Zombie!Creepypasta

(Bitey Bitey AU by @krayolacolor)

Tw: dehumanization, medical malpractice, gore, cannibalism, death, general horror, angst, and whump, also I wrote this in one evening without proofreading.

wc: 2.9k

Summary: A series of severely damaged tapes reveal Cody (X Virus) and Jack (EJ)’s attempts at curing the (zombie) virus that has taken so many of their colleagues.

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“Testing, testing.”

Through the static, the image of a dark-haired boy adorned in a gas mask and goggles cuts in. He impatiently taps at the screen, his scowl deepening.

“It’s not a touch screen,” a bored voice calls out from behind him, out of sight. He clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes, muttering something under his breath.

“I know, I know. I’m just trying to see if it’s recording or not.”

“The only thing it's recording right now is your stupid face. Just take a few steps back and chill.”

The first boy takes a few steps backwards, the rest of his body coming into frame. He’s visibly scrawny for his age, even covered in layers of protective clothing. He clears his throat and awkwardly waves a hand at the camera. “Um, hi. If you’re watching this, I’m either dead, or I’m about to win a Nobel Prize.”

He steps back, revealing more of his surroundings. The walls are old and weathered at their edges, but every surface seems to be well-maintained, polished and sterilized to perfection. Dark countertops are covered with various instruments and tools: beakers, bunsen burners, microscopes and more. Sitting at one of the various machines is another man, with dark, almost gray skin and large, pointed ears akin to those of a bat. 

“Either way, here is the current situation. A viral outbreak has occurred and is quickly evolving into a larger pandemic. The virus behaves most similar to rabies and encephalitis. What starts as nausea, migraines, and a high fever escalates to rapid swelling in the brain, resulting in a loss of cognitive function, aggressive behavior, and a craving for raw meat. Other symptoms include disrupted sleeping patterns, necrosis of appendages, and organ failure.  The virus appears to be transmitted through bodily fluids such as blood and saliva. Whether it can be transmitted through other fluids such as tears and sweat requires further testing.”

The boy pulls out a small sign labeled “Experiment 7A: Test 1” and proudly displays it in front of the camera.

“For our first series of tests we will be pre-existing viral medications for similarly behaving pathogens, especially those designed to fight encephalitis in order to reduce swelling of the brain.”

Suddenly a series of shouts ring out as a door slams open. The scientist quickly runs behind the camera, tilting it to better record the commotion.

A large beast, covered in moss-like fur broken up by bone-like armor, carries in a moaning, decaying body. The thing in its jaws clearly used to be human, but is now nothing but a hollow shell with bloodshot eyes and rotting gashes decorated by maggots. A girl with pink-streaked hair runs in after the large monster, muzzling the infected before prying it out of the beast’s jaws, only to immediately plop the writhing mass on the floor.

“Tadaaaaa,” she cheers. “We caught a zombie!”

She hops onto the counter, swinging her legs excitedly. “I totally lost an earring, but otherwise no one was hurt.”

“They’re not zombies. That would imply they’re undead,” the boy in the gas mask quickly corrects, earning an eye roll from both his companion and the girl.

The other researcher, the man with dark skin and pointed ears, turns towards the newcomers, his ears twitching impatiently. “It would probably be safer to tie up and muzzle it first next time,” he reprimanded. “But otherwise well-done.”

He picked up the infected as if it were a rag doll and plopped it into a chair. The thing growled and clawed at him, but it seemed unable to break his skin. From his pocket, he pulled out a syringe, carefully tilting the infected’s body around. His fingers trace the skin deftly , feeling for the vein. He plunges in the syringe and the body begins to still for a moment. 

He steps back and sighs, seemingly admiring his handiwork. The infected’s eyes roll as its body begins to spasm and seize, foaming out the mouth.

“Damn it!” someone knocks into the camera, as the tape darkens into static.

The screen tears and crackles as a new image appears. Muffled audio slowly rings in as he pulls out the sign again. The “1” has been erased, replaced by a “7”. Despite this, he remains optimistic in tone as his voice cuts through the static.

“We’ve determined that the antiviral medication was primarily ineffective at fully eradicating the virus, although it may be preventative in earlier stages. We’ve decided to now try introducing pre-existing vaccines into the system instead, namely rabies immune globulin. This is also typically used as a preventative treatment, but I theorize we may be able to at least slow the viruses’ ability to reproduce in the host.”

Another infected has been pinned to a chair, squirming in its chains.

“Cody, can you just take notes afterwards?” his bat-eared colleague complains as he tilts his face towards the camera, revealing dark sockets where his eyes should be. Cody scoffs, but hands him the shot, quickly pulling his hand away from the reach of the infected.

“It’ll be better for documentation in the long run if we have visuals of what occurred.”

“Mm,” the eyeless man hummed, injecting the test subject with ease. “I think it would be better to save memory space for full dissection of the specimens instead of these trials, that’s all. Especially since we can’t exactly go out and buy more right now”

The infected’s movements slowed slightly, its eyes glazing over.

“Alright, Jack, I’ll make sure to save you a tape.”

The voices fade out as the screen tears again. Sentence fragments clip in and out as the tape corrects itself, revealing a new image. Cody stands before the camera once more, though his goggles are now crooked and his hair is far more unkempt.

“Modern science is proving…ineffective, so Jack has suggested that we turn to the dark arts.”

“I said ‘ask around about magical alternatives’.”

“Same difference,” Cody waved away his partner’s protests. “So this week, I will be joined by my colleagues, Ben and Kagekao.”

The scientist gestures to the side, where a short blonde boy with bleeding eyes and a masked man with dark hair sit impatiently. Cody adjusts his goggles and holds up his sign displaying the test number: 16.

“First up, BEN. I would like you to attempt possessing one of our subjects.”

The blonde boy clicks his tongue disapprovingly, but approaches the infected nonetheless.  As he moves, the screen appears to glitch and tear around him. Even the parts of him that appear outwardly normal on the screen are translucent, showing reflections of objects nearby where there should be flesh.

“Traditionally, possessions by more powerful spirits like BEN do not adhere to typical physical limitations of mortals. This is how they are able to contort bodies into otherwise impossible forms, such as rotating the head 360 degrees. Thus, I have hypothesized that BEN will be able to manipulate the body independently of the virus's normal restrictions, allowing for easier study and perhaps even isolation of infection,” Cody rambles to the camera excitedly.

“This is gross,” BEN mutters, stepping into the subject’s body. It convulses for a moment before slowly blinking its eyes.

“Yeah…gross…” it repeats, its speech slurred and gravelly. Its eyes stare blankly at the camera, a cloudy and unfocused gaze.

“How so?” Cody tilts his head, clicking his pen against his notebook. The possessed creature flinches at the noise.

“Well it's always…weird but…makes feel…sick…like really…really dirty clothes.”

“Do you still have any of the urges previously exhibited in infected subjects?”

“Not really…just kinda…tired…achy…” the possessed body’s head bobbed up and down, as if it were nodding off to sleep.  It strains itself, trying to move beneath its restraints, chest heaving in deep gasps.

“Well, for a first test it could’ve gone worse,” Jack chimed in coolly. “Please try to exit now.”

The body convulsed again, even stronger this time, knocking both itself and the chair to the floor before finally stilling. BEN stepped out, gagging  and shivering. “I’m def not doing that again. Don’t even ask.”

Jack leaned in closer to the specimen, his ears tilting towards it. “Strange. Its breathing and heart rate have slowed significantly.”

He nudged it with his foot but the infected remained unresponsive. He kneels down curiously, poking and prodding at the decaying mass of flesh.

“Even asleep they’re never this docile,” Cody agreed, jotting it down in his notebook.

“That’s because its soul dipped,” Kagekao laughed. “Normally when you kick someone’s soul out, they keep trying to take back control. But he was so horrified by what his body had become that he just left instead!”

Ben snorted. “That’s a first for me.”

“Very interesting,” Cody’s eyes widened beneath his goggles. “BEN, are you sure you wouldn’t mind going just one more time?”

The screen crackles, movements of the various individuals blurred under layers of static. By the time it finally clears, Cody looks even worse for wear. His outer layers of clothing have been scratched and torn and the lenses of his goggles are beginning to crack, revealing massive eye bags underneath. He shakily holds up a sign. “Test 30.”

“I’ve decided to move on to magical items. Our peers up in the mansion are trying to quarantine from the lab as much as possible, but they’ve graciously provided us with as much as they could.”

He gestures to a hastily-packaged box of miscellaneous objects on the counter behind him. “For our first trial, we’ll start with Rowan.”

“Hi!” another boy chirps, waving excitedly at the camera. Compared to some of the others, the blonde looks relatively normal, other than the bandages covering his chest. He begins to unravel the bandages, revealing large, rotting cavities in his chest filled with moss and mushrooms. Sitting right where his heart should be is a swirling crystal orb which he yanks out with a sharp tug. He holds it in his hand for a second, glancing nervously at Cody.

“You promise you’ll put it back, right?”

“I’ll try my best.”

“That's not very promising,” Rowan grumbled, but handed the orb nonetheless. As soon as it leaves his grasp, his body collapses to the floor, lifeless. Cody blinks owlishly, visibly stifling the urge to study him instead of the situation at hand.

Jack then drags in an infected with its chest already carved out. As Jack holds back the head of the subject, preventing it from tearing into Cody’s flesh, Cody crams the orb into the cavity. Roots sprout from the edges, latching onto the new vessel.

Cody turns to the camera, briefly explaining, “This orb is a fae artifact that provides immortality to the holder when placed where the heart should be, as long as the creature attached to it is fed on life force. According to records, it has worked on both magical and non magical beings, so we have high hopes for this one.”

“Cody.”

“We already talked about this, you have to keep meticulous records for future research-”

“No. Cody, the necrosis is reversing.”

The dark haired boy whips around, examining the specimen. Slowly but surely, the flesh was beginning to regenerate.

“Any improved cognitive function?”

“Nothing visibly, but intracranial pressure is slowly decreasing, so it’s not impossible-”

A growl erupts from across the room. A moss-furred creature the size of a dire wolf with rotting flesh stalks towards them. Its face is covered in an exoskeletal skull, with a jaw that cracked open ominously.

“I thought Rowan said he fed it beforehand…” Jack raises an eyebrow, the goo dripping from his eyes intensifying ever-so-slightly. He steps forward, blocking Cody from its view.

“Easy…” he whispers. Its hollow sockets gaze down at his own.

Then it pounces, tearing at him. Shouts and screams echo through the room as its tail knocks over the camera, crashing it into darkness. Muffled growls rumble through the audio for a bit, until eventually the camera is picked back up and placed in its proper position by an extremely disheveled and stained Cody.

In his hand is a dark, dripping orb. He pants heavily, adjusting his goggles using the reflection on the screen. 

The camera refocuses, revealing an equally rumpled Jack, covered in scratches and bruises. The creature is pinned beneath him, but the action has little meaning. Its body lies utterly limp, a result of the orb’s removal.

Still panting, Cody plops the orb into Rowan’s chest. It pulses in delight and the body begins to move again, as the creature rapidly rots away into nothing but dust. As he regains control over his body, Rowan leaps onto the rotting corpse of the infected, tearing into it.

“Rowan-” Cody backs up in a panic. The blonde looks up, blood dripping down his mouth. Recognition soon fills his gaze.

“Sorry, I- I haven’t felt that hungry in centuries,” he trembles, averting his gaze. “I’ll…I’ll clean this up.”

Jack pats the smaller man on the back and whispers something to him quietly. Cody blinks, then returns his focus to the camera. “Moving onto Test 31-”

The screen returns to static for a few seconds before a new image quickly fades into view. This time, Jack stands in the foreground, holding the sign, as Cody works quietly in the background, peering into his microscope.

“Magic has proved almost entirely ineffective thus far, but I have a working theory on why,” the eyeless doctor explains. “Whereas someone else decided just to give up.”

Cody puts his hands over his ears childishly, tuning out his partner.

Jack chuckles, his hand instinctively raising to hide his pointed smile. “Anyways, the majority of items and individuals that we have available are either demonic or fae in nature. Both of these species share a weakness to iron, a substance which can be either extremely conductive or entirely nullifying towards magic depending on the type of mana channeled.”

Cody leans in closer to his microscope, muttering to himself, but Jack remains unphased. “The diet of the infected, which primarily consists of raw, red meat, is extremely rich in iron. This excess iron build up is likely interfering with otherwise smooth proceedings. It may also account for some of the liver and pancreas failure we’ve seen in several subjects. Thus, if we restrict the iron in a subject’s diet over a period of time, returning to more anemic levels-”

Suddenly, Cody jumps up from his seat, his hands flapping excitedly. “JACK! JACK!”

The man sighs, pointed ears swiveling towards him. “What is it now?”

“I think I found a combination of antiviral antibodies and chemicals that kills the virus. It worked on all 3 of my samples!” The boy jumped up and down, eagerly showing off his petri dishes to his partner.

“I’m still blind,” Jack patiently reminds him, tapping his dark sockets. Even so, he is unable to hide the excitement creeping onto face. Cody blushes beneath his gas mask and mutters an apology.

“We should test it on a live subject as soon as possible,” the smaller boy grins.

“But Nina said that they’ve already cleared out most of the local packs.”

“Well, there’s one group we haven’t tried yet,” Cody whispers, running over to the camera and clicking it off.

The screen goes dark for a moment before flashing with color a final time.

Cody carefully preps a syringe in front of the camera, enthusiastically noting each step in his process. In the background, Jack and Rowan pin down a squirming infected. This one in a later stage of decay, his face torn and skin gray. Despite this, he remains strong, struggling against both Jack and Rowan as Nina cheers behind them. He growls and claws at them, bloodshot green eyes narrowed.

But Cody remains calm as he preps the syringe. He nods to Jack, who twists the infected’s arm, revealing a pulsing vein. As the others pin back his dangerous teeth, Cody presses in the syringe, injecting his latest creation. The subject pauses his struggle, falling limp into Jack’s arms.

The others hold their breath, but the infected continues to stare lifelessly.

‘I thought you said this would cure him,” Nina sniffles, tears beginning to creep down her face, leaving dark streaks from her mascara. 

“I said it would kill the virus,” Cody repeated, kneeling down and taking the subject’s face in his gloved hand. “I don’t know how reversible the other effects are.  With some intensive care, we might be able to restore cognitive function, or he might remain a vegetable.”

He releases his grip, sighing. “At least we’ll have a way to reverse early stage infections. I should also be able to easily adapt these results into a vaccine.”

Nina sobs harder, running in and hugging the infected tightly. “Doby…”

“Nina…?” a hoarse voice whispers. Dobby blinks slowly, the horrors of the lasat months slowly dawning on him. Tears flood down his face as he breaks down. The others pause, aghast.

 “OMG YOU’RE OKAY!” she wails into his shoulder.

“Hh…it all hurts…” he murmurs. 

Cody removes his goggles, taking a closer look at the scene playing out before him. “Incredible…”

Jack smiles, the goo from his sockets dripping down like tears. “Good job, partner.”

“One down, half the world’s population to go,” Cody replies, leaning towards the camera and clicking it off for a final time, plunging everything into darkness.

#this might be my longest oneshot yet yikers #anyway shout out to rj for the brainrot hopefully this will purge it from my system #i tried to keep this relatively canon compliant to the au #minus the fact that nina lives because shes my fave and will never die #or maybe this is just earlier in the timeline idk #creepypasta #fanfiction #eyeless jack #x virus #nina the killer #ben drowned #rowan the rotted #writing #one shot #angst #whump #kagekao #doby doggers #if this doesnt flop i'll do a sequel with jeff and the proxies maybe #OR MAYBE EVEN AN X READER /hj #zombie au #bitey bitey au #not my au

[dollybeagle]

me when the rot consumes

#rowan arts #rw hunter #rw slugcat #rw hunter long legs #rw hll #rain world hunter #rain world slugcat #rain world the rot #art #fanart #rw #ms paint #rw spoilers

[tallbluelady]

Diamonds strewn across a raven veil, boundless and beautiful.

#aether and anatomy #rowan argentas #urianger #urianger x wol #there was a gifset from excalibur that gave me max stacks of brain rot #so i had to do this #did you know that the long veils in this game have like a million bones #cuz they do!

[vespervanbebber]

I think up and Adam just looks like Will Wood

First album mister wood, his silly little hat, all that black clothes, of course wacky tie, red eyeshadow, psychedelic facepaint, don't forget the 3rd eye!

Lipstick? Lots

Red

And how about fangs? He deserves them.

#camp here and there #ch&t #sydney sargent #jedidiah martin #up and adam #will wood #rowan chow #Blue Mayfield #Mayfield and Belov #When you die #you will rot

[leiawritesstories]

Happy follower celebration!! <3<3<3

May I request:

“I really want to see you first thing in the morning.”

Thank you so very much!!! 🥰💕 here you gooooo. enjoy!

Word count: 938

Warnings: none

500 followers celebration prompt fills

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"Hey." Aelin tucked her phone next to her ear, holding it with her shoulder as she unlocked her car.

"Hey, Fireheart." Rowan's voice flowed through the speaker, just the sound she needed to hear after a hell of a long shift at the restaurant. "Just clock out?"

"Yeah." She pulled the clip from her hair with a relieved groan. "God, it was such a long day. So many people. So many kids. So much bullshit."

"Bet you didn't take any bullshit."

"I try." She switched her phone to speaker and set it in the cupholder before backing out of her parking spot and heading away from the restaurant where she worked. "Seems like all the ridiculous crap comes on the weekends, though."

"Want to come over?" He sounded so hopeful. "You can rant all you need, love."

She glanced at the clock. "I'm gonna swing by my place first to shower and get out of these disgusting clothes, ok?"

"Take your time." He paused. "Wait no, not too much time. I wanna see you."

She laughed. "Has anyone ever told you you're the clingy one, buzzard?"

"Don't see anything wring with it," he returned, chuckling. "I gotta go, but I'll see you soon?"

"Yeah." She blew him an invisible kiss. "Love you, buzzard."

"Love you too, Fireheart."

An hour later, showered and changed and carrying an overnight bag, Aelin walked up the front steps of Rowan's townhouse, knocked twice, and walked in. "Ro?"

"Hey." He jogged down the hall, met her in the entryway, and tipped his head down to kiss her soundly. "I made food."

She perked up, kicked off her shoes, and bolted for the kitchen. "You're the best, Ro!"

He followed, shaking his head fondly at the way she was so much more excited to see the food than him. "Maybe I should've thought twice before proposing, love. Seems you're more in love with food than your poor sad old fiancé."

"Stop that, drama queen," she laughed. "I'm just hungry, and your cooking is amazing." She gave him a broad, suggestive wink. "I'll get a whole free chef when we get married."

"Trust me, love, I can handle myself in the kitchen." He wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"You like it better when I handle you, though," she hummed, casually serving herself a big bowl of the soup he'd made.

Rowan spluttered, his face flaring bright read. "Aelin!"

She burst into bright laughter. "I'll never get tired of seeing you all riled up, love."

He mumbled something incoherent about just how much she loved doing that to him and wisely changed the subject. "Wanna watch a movie?"

"When have I ever said no to that?" she grinned. "Let me guzzle this soup like a starving madwoman first and then yes, absolutely I do."

"Take your time, love," he laughed. "I need dinner too, y'know."

"Oh, so you didn't make this whole pot of soup just for me?"

"Nope." He grabbed his own bowl ad filled it up. "Sorry to disappoint."

"Guess I have to knock a star off your Yelp review," she teased.

He laughed softly and nudged her towards the kitchen table. "For someone who's supposedly so hungry, you sure aren't doing a lot of eating, Ae."

Once she had a full, satisfied stomach, Aelin helped Rowan clear away the dishes, waving off his protest that he could do it all by himself, and went to the hall closet to get a big armful of fluffy blankets. Rowan's mom kept buying him throw blankets every fall and winter, insisting that he needed "splashes of color to liven up his boring gray house." Rowan pretended to be annoyed, but Aelin knew he secretly loved his collection of seasonal blankets. She loved the blankets, at least.

"How many of those does one person even need?" he teased as he came into the living room to find her snuggled into a blanket cocoon on the L-shaped couch.

"Not all of us are human furnaces, buzzard," she returned. "What are we watching?"

"Hmm...well, I'm in a classic cinema mood tonight."

"Oh gods," Aelin mock-groaned. "Why aren't you ever in a rom-com mood, you know, like a normal person?"

"Since when have I ever been a rom-com person?" Rowan asked dryly. "Besides, I know you want to watch The Godfather."

"You're too good at the bribery thing." She moved the blankets aside enough for him to sit down. "C'mere, buzzard."

Rowan obediently settled down beside her, stretching out his long legs so she could cuddle herself snugly against the toned planes of his body. He turned on the movie, turned off the lights, and tucked Aelin's blankets comfortably around her. Knowing full well she probably wouldn't stay awake for the whole movie, he idly combed his fingers through her hair.

Aelin lasted an hour before she was asleep on his chest, her breath brushing his collarbones in even pulses. A tender smile curled his lips as he watched her peaceful face. He watched the rest of the movie, turned the TV off, and rested there on the couch, his fiancée asleep in his arms.

She blinked awake a few minutes later. "Movie done?" she mumbled.

"Mhmm." He kissed her forehead. "You made it a whole hour; I think that's a new record."

"You're mean." She poked his chest, not causing any actual harm thanks the the layers of blankets. "Le's'go upstairs. Sleep. Bed."

He chuckled. "Are you propositioning me, love?"

"Nope." She shook her head. "I just really want to see you first thing in the morning."

Gods, the way Rowan's heart fluttered at that simple statement.

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[thoughtfulshepherdmongerkid]

Hands embrace in empty gardens as the winds caress blooming floors

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[tomtenadia]

Drunken Cuddles

My stupid assignment is finally out of the way. It sucks but I don’t care. I am finally free to write some more Rowaelin.  This is an answered prompt:

Prompt: Clingy Rowan please, cuddles and all the good stuff

It’s pure fluff with a very needy Buzzard.

@rowaelinprompts

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DRUNKEN CUDDLES

Aelin loved having an evening all to herself. She loved her husband dearly but on occasion, it was nice to be able to have total control of the TV to watch silly rom-coms without Rowan commenting on them or even just order take out, stuff her face until she was full and finish the night with a slice of chocolate cake without guilt trips on how her diet was verging on terrifying. Rowan was an healthy eater and not a fan of sweets. He was her weirdo and at the altar she had promised to love him for better and for worse and embrace all his weird quirks. That evening the boys had gone out. Lorcan was a professional hockey player and had finally scored the contact of a lifetime. He and Rowan were the only married ones, the rest of the gang was still single so when they asked Aelin and Elide to join them, the two women had agreed to let their men enjoy their night out like the good old times. Both wives had reiterated the necessity to leave the business of flirting with girls to their single friends. Aelin trusted Connall and Vaughan but Fenrys had a hard time dealing with the concept of monogamy. The movie had reached an interesting moment, she was all tucked under a blanket and polishing off a gigantic slice of chocolate hazelnut cake she had bought from Emrys that morning, when someone knocked at the door.

Aelin sighed. It was eleven o’clock at night, who wanted to suffer her wrath?

With a burst of anger she flung the door open and in front of her stood Lorcan, holding up a Rowan who was clearly wasted.

“Sorry,” apologised the tall man “The party got a bit wilder than I expected. Blame Fenrys.” “Believe me, I will.”

Lorcan moved a step in the house and Rowan shifted and groaned. In that instant his green eyes focused on Aelin and a stupid grin appeared on his face “Lor, look, there is a pretty girl in front of us.”

Aelin almost burst out laughing, but restrained herself. “I took all the others home already, you guys live nearby and now I can go home.”

“Lor, can I talk to the pretty lady?”

The man groaned “Do you want me to help you carry him in bed? He is kinda of a dead weight.”

“Lor, I am a firefighter, I carry people out of building on fire. I will be fine.”

Lorcan passed the man to his wife “Now you behave.”

“I am going with the pretty lady?” His green eyes had lit up in happiness and Aelin had a rush of tenderness.

With practice she pulled Rowan to her “go to Elide, and thanks for looking after him.”

Lorcan nodded and disappeared away and Aelin started dragging Rowan inside “Come on, Ro you need a good sleep and then tomorrow you can think about the fact that you are not nineteen anymore and can’t hold your alcohol like you used to.”

“You hair is so pretty. Can I touch it?” He shifted in his arms and Aelin almost lost her grip. They finally made it to the bedroom and dumped her husband and went to gran his t-shirt and shirts that he used to sleep.

She pulled him up to a seated position and he flopped against her. Damn stripping him to change would be a nightmare.

“I love your smell…” she felt his arms sneak around her neck “Can you be my girlfriend?”

Aelin laughed hard and pulled his face in front of her “I am your wife.”

His eyes widened in surprise “Are you sure?” He slurred.

Aelin pulled him again closer to her and grabbed their left hands and showed him the matching silver bands “See?”

In that instant his arms folder around her waist “Mine. The pretty lady is mine.”

“Ro, come on, let’s get you in more comfy clothes and get you to bed.”

“No,” he added stubbornly and tightened his hold on her “You are not leaving.”

Aelin sighed. It had been so long since he had been so badly wasted that she had forgotten that Rowan turned super clingy and needy.

“Ro, just to change your clothes, I am not leaving.”

He threw again his arms around her “I am scared. The Little Folk will get me if you I leave you.”

She gave him a kiss on the cheek “now you are protected.”

The satisfied goofy grin he gave was the most beautiful sight she ever saw.

“Fine,” he tried to pull off his shirt but in his inebriated state, his motor skills suffered a bit so Aelin had to help him. Then it was the time for his jeans and he blushed savagely when she told him he did not use underwear under his shorts “Come on, Ro, I have seen you naked a million times.”

He was still unsure so she tried another tactic “Ro, strip down and we can cuddle naked in bed.”

His face lit up and stripped naked as quickly as a drunken man could.

“Good, now go in bed. I will be back.”

She made a move towards the kitchen when all of a sudden she felt the weight of her husband on her back. Rowan was hanging from her like a backpack. 

“Ro, I am just getting some water for you and some pills.”

He shook his head with decision “I don’t want to be alone in bed. You promised cuddles.”

She sighed heavily and turned to her naked husband “Fine, let’s go, you big baby.”

Back in bed Aelin stripped down and climbed under the blankets “Happy now?”

“Yes,” he snuggled closer “you are so warm and soft.”

“Now, do you want to be the big or little spoon?”

He gave a goofy smile “Little, I want you to hold me.”

She climbed over him and then took position behind her husband. Her arms folded around his body and she heard him sigh happily “Happy now?”

He scooted closer until her chest pressed against his back “You are the best wife.”

She kissed his back, inhaling his scent “I love you too, Ro.”

“I am a lucky man.” He added with a sleepy voice.

A few minutes later his breathing steadied and Rowan finally fell asleep.

Aelin squeezed him and buried her face in his back “I will never let you go, Ro.”

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[vague-bisexual-crimes]

Hear me out: The Ark covering Cool About It by boygenius and Lister sings Julien’s part, Rowan sings Phoebe’s part, and Jimmy sings Lucy’s part

#boygenius + the ark brain rot #iwbft #i was born for this #the ark #lister bird #rowan omondi #jimmy kaga ricci #alice oseman #osemanverse

[transsexualhamlet]

made a tiny painting for fun, perhaps the first non-fanart art ive made for several months lol

It's called "Resurrection". If you're wondering what the story behind it is um. Not sure yet

#rowan screams into the void #art tag #big fan of rot and grime and supernatural bullshit.

[muddshadow]

first lines tag

i think we can all agree WIP first lines change with the wind, BUT this is what i have so far <3 thank ye @tc-doherty for this tag!! i’ll tag @sentfromwolves , @theskeletonprior , @pinespittinink , @holyatlas , @emelkae​ , @morphaeus , and viewers like YOU !! *gazes directly into your eyes specifically*

TO FORGET A PRINCE //

After a tight-lipped reassessment, Yulei decided coming back to the academy wasn’t very wise after all. She’d been far too persuasive that morning. Perhaps the sleepless night sloughing through musty research journals and the excessively potent espresso spurred her thoughts to reckless places. Yulei now had the benefit of cold air and a granola bar to smarten her up, but the common sense arrived too late. 

Tall iron gates loomed the dirt road ahead, strangled by vines and rusted by time, a crumbled courtyard beyond the fencing. Morning mist glimmered the surrounding prairie. It smelled like damp earth and grass, and the sullen weather held the valley in a whisper. For a futile moment, Yulei considered turning on her heel and leaving. Until distant crow calls sounded from the courtyard.

A long sigh frosted her lips. Now it was most definitely much too late. “Sora is going to be pissed.”

BLOODHOUNDS //

After suffering through a tedious but necessary bout of hellos and how are you’s with the postal staff, Rowan said, “So, my new friends, you simply must hear my story.”

He didn’t wait for any response, because they weren’t his friends and he didn’t care if they preferred to listen. Rowan inhaled for a completely false tale, fabricated at the same pace the words rattled off his tongue.

TRYSTAN //

I do not like being woken up. That’s an entirely personal experience. Everyone’s got their routine checklist when they first greet the day—I start by smearing the crust out from my eyes, maybe pick my nose a little, then feel around for any grievous wounds that came about while unconscious. It’s an important morning process and no one has any right to interrupt, except maybe for a grievous wound. Today, it was just a wicked headache.

“Get lost,” I tell the boot nudging my ribcage, and refuse to open my eyes.

Someone scoffs above me. The kicks come harder. “Trystan,” a guy urges—and shit, I think I recognize the voice. I groan long at the thought.

AT THE BOTTOM OF THE WATERFALL //

In upscale Cherrybank, down Wetherford Avenue and nestled at a border of a crimson-leafed forest, there lived a magician. There were plenty of reasons to gossip about this magician—because she was powerful, because she was eccentric, and because for a brutal many years of kingdom warfare, she was the Red Queen’s personal Archmagi. Then she wasn’t much of anything. The eccentric magician kept plenty to herself, constantly gone and back again on mysterious long trips, and didn’t seem to mind the weeds growing in her reputation.

Even so, it was a momentous reputation. Standing in front of Magi Ysabelle Lavonde’s home, Louis felt very small.

THE HUNGER ROT //

From the moment they spotted her horse cresting the rise, the town guard knew the rider for a Marrow. She climbed the hill slow and entered town steady. Both her horse and the one tied to follow were good stock, tall and brown with mithril shoes flashing, the saddle heavy with two swords and a sturdy longbow, and the rider staring unflinchingly forward. A cloak shrouded her face from the gathering stares, but not quite the molten glint in her eye.

One thing in particular marked her a Marrow, and that was the linen-wrapped corpse draped over the second saddle.

MOUSE-HEARTED //

Sigur was a disagreeable young spark in every way she could be, and she devoted herself entirely to the effort. It earned several strong friends, tenacious like her and equally outspoken. It earned her several more adversaries who’d sooner have her unashamed tongue removed from mouth. It did not inspire anyone in the middle, because Sigur either burned hot like sunrays or skulked like frost, finding no value in halves or maybes, deceptions or civil posturing.

Perhaps that’s what gained her a role in the Eleven’s prophecy.

WINGS LIKE WAR //

Years ago, when the nights turned cold, Kimberly would leave her bedroom window open.

On especially cold nights, icy breaths of wind swelled the curtain and frost crawled across the glass. But Kim would burrow under blankets. And when she woke, when she emerged from her nest of quilts and lowered her legs to the hardwood, the morning cold kissed her toes awake. Kim thrived on that feeling. The floor like ice under her feet, the chills bristling her skin, the first crisp inhale. Tangible enough to ground her.

There were no windows in the estate bedrooms.

#mud writes #muddshadow #noticing that for first drafts i tend to write a little character intro and then finish with a short sentence to direct the story #my fave thing to write is dialogue so i found it interesting i don't have many dialogue openers?? #except for bloodhounds. but rowan is first pov and he is incapable of shutting up even in his sleep #anyway!! i would love to hear your favorites!!!! thanks to whoever reads <3 #wip. to forget a prince #wip. bloodhounds #wip. trystan #wip. waterfall #wip. hunger rot

[dinklebat]

decided to fully render my sketch from earlier!! tried a new technique for shading the fur and i have mixed feelings

#my art #art #digital art #rowan the rotted #myart #creepypasta

[rhdcarts]

Man wouldn't it be wild if i wrote merthur fic in the year of our lord 2022???? Haha,, , jk,, , unless,, 🥺👉👈

#rowan shut the fuck up #writer things #merthur #i don't have any ideas but i DO have brain rot and those things are very similar i think

[mal8te]

when malee first breaks into hollywood she’s paired with pop soloist rowan griffith to produce a single. their team thinks rowan’s velvety tones and malee’s raspy voice will compliment one another in an angsty, heart wrenching song. the single that is released many months later is the tireless work of their audio team because not a single recording session was completed without malee or rowan storming out. the two were two sides of the same coin in some ways and were at each others throats for most of the recording. the only reason the single was completed was because of malee’s managers insistence that this would be her way to get her foot in the door into hollywood. sure enough, it becomes one of malee’s most popular collaborations.

#introducing you to the tas cinematic universe #rowan in my rockstar turned popstar oc who has just as bad of a temper as malee #probably worse actually #and I think they’d absolutely hate each other #malee would think he’s a prick and a cocky asshole (correct) #and rowan would think she’s a mess and unprofessional (also correct) #inspo from my Daisy jones brain rot except unlike billy and Daisy there’s no other feelings #malee and Rowan just genuinely don’t like each other #𝖒𝖆𝖊𝖜 — iii . study : headcanons .

[cherryview]

the imagery in the second set of lines you pointed out is so fun… how goes your music journey! i did in fact end up on the happy rowan daydream train but i always keep an ear free for cherry updates ✌🏼🥳

the music journey has ended!!! time to rot in bed…

#i just kept playing blame it on the alcohol on repeat #which meant i was done for #I’m feeling a bit defeated and depressed so if i disappear… just know I’m thinking out there somewhere!!! #it’s been a long day 💔 #♥️💌☘️ nation #pls keep me updated on this rowan adventure #i am awaiting every update with bated #breath… #cricket came to join me in rotting in bed 🐈‍⬛ #he knows when i need emotional support

[thoughtfulshepherdmongerkid]

Messy sketch (nsfwish)

#Rowan’s art #digital art #original art #art #wip #idk who these two are #but they’re having a great time #I think the acotar brain rot is finally leaving #so maybe less fanart #at least for a bit #but there goes the main interaction i usually get

[tomtenadia]

Stranded - Part 3

Happy new year!! to celebrate the arrival of 2023... here’s the final part of Stranded. It’s pure tooth rotting fluff.

PART 1/ PART 2

1 year later

Rowan stepped out of the airport and breathed in the familiar scent of Orynth. The day was sunny but cold, snow still covered the streets but the flight in had been smooth and he had taken some wonderful pictures of the Staghorns for Aelin. He had been stuck in Antica for two days after the land was affected by a typical sandstorm and all planes had been grounded. He had texted Aelin and joked that he missed his storm companion. She had replied to him to leave the other women alone and that she was the only one allowed to annoy him at the airport. The forced layover without her had been boring. But now he was back and was looking forward to be with her once again. Not long after he got his job in Terrasen they flew to Doranelle after he ended his lease and took a ferry back with a van full of his belongings.

Slowly they had started to build their life together. Within a few months they had found a small cottage in the outskirts of Orynth which was perfect since it allowed him to avoid drive trough the town to go to work. It was an easy commute of fifteen minutes, with the added bonus that they were in a very peaceful part of the city.

Living with Aelin had been perfect. They had their ups and downs and the occasional fight when they were tired or stressed, but aside from that, they were happy. He had no regrets for moving away from Wendlyn for her. She was worthy. 

He drove home and once inside the house he smiled. They had decorated their home a few days before he left for Antica. There were elves on the bookshelves, and a lot more decorations. The scene was completed with a fir tree which reflected Wendlyn’s Yule traditions. When deciding to decorate, both agreed to use a mix of the two land’s traditions. Rowan stared at the living room and smiled happily at the scene.

He went to quickly change out of his uniform and then walked back to the kitchen to prepare a nice meal for Aelin. She was due home soon. 

The bookstore had been a success and very popular too in the area. Once settled, they had started inviting writers for book events and their popularity had soared. He was extremely proud of her and he’d repeat it over and over.

On that day, he was going to make her a Wendlyn dish that she loved and opened a bottle of wine. He was not due to fly for a while since he had taken time off for the solstice and Yule, it was their first official one together in the new house so he wanted to be with her. The previous year they had spent it at her parents’ place since he was still staying in a hotel and Aelin with her family. That year was special, it was just for the two of them. While the food was cooking he went to set the table, ready for a romantic evening.

Aelin arrived an hour later. He heard her stomp her feet at the entrance to get rid of the snow “Buzzard, I am home.”

He smiled and walked to her. Aelin was removing her scarf with her hands still covered in her elf gloves. Rowan walked to her and pulled off her elf hat and kissed her flushed cheeks “So sexy right now.”

Aelin threw a glove at him “It’s a good thing that you are home or you’d be stuck in an airport again. The storm outside is savage.”

Rowan’s mouth moved to her ear “I am told that Terrasen pilots are the best in the snow.”

Her mouth moved to his “Oh yes, those Wendlyn pilots are easily scared by a tiny bit of white stuff.”

Rowan kissed her back then pulled away “Come on, get changed, dinner is almost ready.”

At that, Aelin sprang into action. He had learned early in the relationship that Aelin could love food more than him and sometimes he was jealous. 

He was at the stove finishing his dish when a set of hands hugged him from behind “I missed you.” A soft kiss on his back “How was the forced layover in Antica?”

“Definitely missed an annoying woman sitting at my table.”

She playfully pinched his side “Too bad…”

“The sand got everywhere and it took ages to clear properly the engines.”

“Can that cause problems?”

Rowan took her hand and kissed it while cooking with the other “Yeah, the sand can clog the engine, causing a reduction in power which could lead to the engine stalling. You do not want that.”

“So snow is better?”

He turned in her arms “so,” a soft kiss ion her lips “so,”another one “so much better.”

Aelin pulled back in curiosity “So why Doranelle airport shut down?”

Rowan went back cooking with Aelin tucked at his side “It was a rare occasion for them. They never had such amount of snow. I lived there all my life and I only saw a bit of snow on the top of the Cambrian mountains.” He explained “it was a bad cold weather front that hit them hard. No de-icing facilities, no actual vehicles to clear the runaways from snow. Ice on the runaway decrease your landing capabilities and when you are handling a beast you want to make sure it can stop by the time the tarmac is over.”

“Do you guys train?”

Rowan nodded “but I had done enough Terrasen runs that I could have taken the plane out, but visibility was a bitch and the planes were frozen.” He kissed her head “Orynth very rarely closes the airport in snowstorms. They are heavily equipped. They might just reduce the frequency of take off and landings but they don’t tend to close.”

Aelin hummed proudly “we are the best.”

Rowan nodded “I have been doing some heavy weather extra training and now I am fully licensed too for Terrasen’s storms.”

“Hmmm… my sexy pilot…”

*

The following morning, Rowan was on a mission and on a tight schedule. He had a plan for the day and Lysandra had helped him, but also relied on him getting his girlfriend out of bed and dressed in time. That day was a year exactly from the day of the storm that brought them together. 

“Ae? Are you awake? I have cinnamon rolls from Emrys.” He had woken up early and gone to the bakery while she slept.

Aelin muttered something and rolled over. Not the reaction he wanted “They are nice and warm… and I might eat them all.”

That did it.

Aelin sat up abruptly “if you do, you are a dead man.”

Rowan’s laughter enveloped the room “I am offended that you love food more than me.”

Aelin went up on her knees, finally face to face with her ridiculously tall boyfriend “don’t worry, Ro, you are right behind food.”

It was forty minutes later when they were in the car. Aelin was still finishing a cinnamon roll and acting grumpy at having being pulled out of bed on her day off and on a really cold day.

He parked near the Florine and they started walking “Ro, why are we going to the shop? It’s my day off.”

He just grinned and kept walking hand in hand.

Lysandra met them at the door “Good morning, lovebirds.”

“Lys, what’s going on? And why the shop is closed?”

Her friend ignored her “All ready. I will be back later to open up again.”

Now Aelin was intrigued to what Rowan and Lysandra had planned.

“Come on, fireheart.”

She stepped inside with him and gasped in surprise. All the fairy lights had been lit and the main lights were switched off. The place looked magical, with solstice decoration everywhere.

Rowan grinned and walked deeper in the bookstore until he reached the fantasy section.

Aelin was frozen in place. 

In the middle of the fantasy area was a table with two chairs, two suitcases at the side and on the surface their passports and what looked like a boarding card stuck between the pages.

Beside it, a drink of hot chocolate that was identical to the one she had in Wendlyn.

“Ro, what is this?”

“Please sit down,” he ordered and disappeared in the back office.

Aelin did so, still confused.

Rowan came back a few minutes later in his uniform and Aelin realised that even after a year of dating him, that sight still had the power to melt her. Rowan was good looking on a regular day, but in his uniform he was ‘I want to rip your clothes off’ kind of hot.

“Mind if I sit here? The lounge is full.”

Aelin grinned and sipped her not chocolate, then rolled her eyes heavily “fine, if you have to.”

“Hey, a bit of compassion for a poor pilot stuck down here with regular mortals.”

Rowan smiled and took her hand “Happy anniversary.”

“Ro, what is this?”

He gave her a wicked smile “for reasons you can imagine I could not do this is the lounge, but I wanted to do something special and Lys suggested the shop.”

“I love it.”

“It has you,” and he indicated all of the books “and me,” then pointed at himself “airplanes and books.”

“So, captain, where are we going?” Aelin lifted her passport.

“Open it.”

Aelin grabbed her passport and opened it where the boarding card was and gasped when she saw it. It had that day date but four words replaced the destination Will you marry me?

When she pulled her eyes away she saw Rowan on one knee beside her suitcase and a small box in his hand.

“Aelin, a year ago a storm forced us in a reluctant companionship. In a matter of days you had ensnared my heart and soul. I love you. This year with you has been amazing and I want to be at your side forever,” his hand grabbed hers “Aelin Galathynius, will you be my wife?”

Aelin grabbed his pilot cap and placed it on her head “Captain Whitethorn, you make me happy.” Aelin rolled her eyes “I can ignore that you don’t fly for unicorn airlines,” a wide grin and a kiss on his lips “so yes, I will marry you.”

In a powerful move Rowan lifted her in his arms and pushed her back against a shelf while his lips devoured her mouth.

“How long do we have before Lys comes back in to open the shop and kick us out?”

“Twenty minutes.”

“Well, captain, how happy can you make me in that time?”

With Aelin still in his arms, he walked quickly to her office and shut the door behind them “I do love a good challenge.”

*

 It was the solstice and Aelin felt giddy. For once she was the first one to wake up. She got out of bed and took a moment to stare at her boyfriend, no fiancee - she squealed in delight at the word. He was sleeping belly down and his arm splayed where her body used to be, still protecting her.

She walked in the living room and took one of the fabric elves from the bookcase and back in the bedroom placed it on Rowan so that it seemed that the elf was having a making out session with him. She giggled and took a photo, then she moved it on his ear and continued, until a powerful hand gripped her wrist and pulled her in bed.

“Menace,” He purred as he lifted the elf from his face “why you are up already?”

Aelin snuggled closer to his naked chest, depositing a kiss on his tattooed shoulder “It’s the solstice.”

Rowan rolled and Aelin ended up on top of him “I know, I thought we could have some celebration in bed.”

Aelin kissed him and pulled away “presents.”

“Fine.” With a groan, Rowan pushed the covers back and sat in bed in all of his naked glory.

Aelin ogled him then ran away in the living room.

Fully clothed, Rowan found his fiancee sitting on the floor under the tree with a mug of coffee for him and hot chocolate for her. He kissed her gently and sat at her side.

“You are worse than a kid.”

Aelin was beaming and he basked in that image.

They exchanged presents and he was happy with his. Aelin had converted him to hockey. Wendlyn was big on basketball and volleyball. He had only heard of the sport but never saw a match until he met Aelin. He was hooked from the start. Within weeks he was obsessed just like her with the local team, called the Stags. They had bought a season’s pass and went to all the games they could manage. Hockey was a religion in Terrasen and he was ready to worship big bulky men in armour fighting for a puck, like the most pious of men.

For the solstice Aelin had given him a jersey of his favourite player and he had worn it on the spot, beaming happily.

“I love this so much.” A soft kiss but Aelin pulled back and gave him another box.

“Another gift?”

“This is a special one.”

Rowan took the box with the green ribbon and opened it and looked at the item inside. 

“Aelin?”

She lifted the item of clothing against her chest. It was a green onesie for an infant reading my dad is a pilot.

He stared at her speechless “Aelin are you…”

She nodded quietly and put the onesie back in the box “I know we haven’t had the talk and I don’t know where you stand and I discovered it a few days ago. I am excited and scared at the same time and now I realised I should have talked to you about —“

Aelin did not manage to finish her rambling, because his lips were on hers. He shifted back and pulled Aelin against his chest, wrapping her in his arms “I was never one for kids before I met you. But then you came into my life and I realised I wanted a family with you. I want kids.” A soft kiss on her head and a part of him knew where her fears came from “I will be here. I will do this with you.” He wanted to reassure her. After what she had told him about her ex, he needed to tell Aelin that he was going to be a present father and husband.

“I am so scared, I want this, but after…” Aelin buried her face in the crook of his neck.

“Ae, you are not alone.” He took her face in his hands “I will amend my schedule to be with you at doctor’s appointments and the company also offers paternity leave. I will be with you every step of the way.”

She melted in his embrace and inhaled his scent of pine and snow and relaxed “I love you so much.”

“Eh, you are not too bad yourself,” he added, making her smile. He would spend the rest of his life making this woman happy.

*

Maya came to the world on a warm august night after keeping her mother in labour for almost 24 hours. She had hair as silver as her father and his same bright pine green eyes. Rowan had been at Aelin’s side and when his daughter came to the world crying he cried too. It had been the most beautiful experience and was grateful to Aelin for allowing him in the delivery room. The little bundle was the most precious gift. The pregnancy had offered some challenges and Aelin had been placed on bed rest two months before her due date. He had fussed and when not at work he had gone at the bookshop to help Lysandra. His wife had protested that she could still work but Rowan had been adamant that he could easily help out.

Now he was in the hospital in Aelin’s room. His wife was resting, while he paced the room with his daughter in his arms. Maya looked up at him and cooed happily “What is it, my love?” Maya stretched her arm and Rowan placed his pinky in her tiny hand “Hi you, nice to meet you, I am your dad and I love you so much.” Looking at him interacting with his daughter there was no doubt that the little girl had knocked his socks off and had him whipped, but he did not care. She was his everything. He walked to the window and in that instant he saw, in the distance, a plane fly overhead “See that? It’s a plane and dad flies them too,” he told his daughter while swaying her gently side to side “I met your mum in an airport. It was a cold day and we got stuck. Your mum was annoying.”

“Telling lies to our daughter?” Said a weak voice behind him.

Rowan turned and saw Aelin shuffling to a seated position. He walked back to her and placed Maya in her arms and he sat at her side, his arm around his wife’s shoulders “Maya, don’t listen to him. I was a delight. He was the grump.”

Rowan chuckled and kissed Aelin’s head “All it took me was a hot chocolate with far too many calories.”

“I am easily pleased, old man.”

“You are lucky you just had our daughter…” gently he flicked her nose.

Aelin lifted her head and fished for a kiss that Rowan did not deny her “You make me happy.”

Maya cooed and Aelin sighed happily “Yes, my love he is a sap too. But we love him, don’t we?”

Rowan laughed and smiled down at his two women.

A storm and a forced layover had changed his life in ways he would have never expected. Aelin had been the ray of sunshine in a life of dark clouds and loneliness. 

“Yes, and I wear it like badge of honour.”

“I love you, dad” said Aelin in a tiny voice pretending to be Maya.

“I love you both, madly.” He took Maya’s hand in his and squeezed Aelin.

His worlds in his arms.

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