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brigdrawsstuff · 7 months

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We are dying together even as we live apart. The hitching red-tide, rides the hunching wave, like Death hidden in each life. A slinking cloud - moon, camouflaged as a barren nightsky rock, beams down satellite pulses to swell and surge the tides out in the deep below. Ever drawn to the washed-up shores of our lives at sea, rolled and rumbled until smooth as pebbles, we are scattered to die together on deserted beaches. Naïve Life, allowing Death refuge among us as we live apart, only to die together stranded upon a beach buried in the sand, alone in our togetherness.

-Goddo Faggotte

Théodred, Prince of Rohan T.A 2978- 25th Feb, 3019 Boromir, Captain of the White Tower T.A 2978 - 26th Feb, 3019

#boromir #théodred #theodred #lotr #lord of the rings #art #gondor #rohan #borodred #tw: blood #tw: death #apparently I thought this was a good idea

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inkpot909 · 11 months

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Rohan Kishibe Falling for an Assistant!Reader

↳ Reader’s gender is not defined/is gender neutral. Reader is in college and not a stand user.

A/n: ‘roHan KisHibE wOuLd nEveR hiRe an asSissTant-‘ Rohan Kishibe loses in fights against teenagers. He’s been famous since the age of sixteen; there’s no way he can even do the dishes properly.

Warning(s): Swearing.

Rohan Kishibe began the process of finding a personal assistant not a year after Yoshikage Kira’s death.

Not too long before, the idea of hiring an assistant was one the mangaka would openly mock. Him? Needing assistance? Not a chance. His work ethic is unreal; able to disregard what other artists would consider as valuable help. The Great Rohan Kishibe works solo at every opportunity and everyone ought to know it.

Although his reputation to many of the people around him can be rocky, one would be hard pressed to find anyone with the opinion that he needed an assistant at all.

However, the kind of aid he sought was, for lack of a better term, a glorified maid.

The Kishibe resident itself is big enough to comfortably home a family of five, and Rohan famously lives by himself. And completing tasks associated with home ownership had always been a big pain in the ass to the artist. Too much of his time was wasted on ‘unnecessary’ trivials (things others would describe as regular adult responsibilities).

Not only does he lose precious work time to maintaining a house, but also to grocery shopping, sending messages to his editors, and even cooking.

In short, he independently searched for someone to take care of his home and busybody tasks on the regular. Releasing an ad, he felt confident that he’d find someone. Even if the job itself turns a handful away, a generous payload would be sure to entice a fair amount of people.

Trudging through resume after resume, interview after interview, Rohan eventually came across you.

A young college student, taking a small yet steady stream of classes. Your resume was average to many your age, but stood out to him for other reasons. Namely, your application was well-written and to the point (something he had increased appreciation for at that stage in the interviewing process). Not only that, but the specific experiences you have had in the workforce was good insensitive as well. The final nail in the coffin was a general feeling of honesty pooling from your written words. Judging by how it was written, he could sense genuine realness. In short, you didn’t bullshit.

Amidst your educational endeavors, you searched tirelessly for a stable income. Spotting Kishibe’s ad, you resolved it wouldn’t hurt to give it a shot. And as fate would have it, you were contacted in order to set up an interview.

Unsure of what to expect, you dressed yourself up and swallowed your nerves. The interview itself was to take place at a tiny coffee shop in Morioh Cho and you were thankful for the short trip.

Meeting one another at the agreed time, Rohan’s character quickly confused the hell out of you (as much as it was intriguing). He’s certainly the type to leave a lasting first impression, while seeming careless to your own thoughts on him.

It was intimidating, overwhelming, and admirable all at once.

Also, he made it clear his work’s extremely important to him, the sole reason behind why he searched for help in the first place. More time to work; more time to dig for inspiration.

His dedication is what truly sold you, finding it weirdly motivating. Within just fifteen minutes of speaking to him, you’d forgotten that he’s only a year or two older than yourself.

That was, until the interview went on longer and he let it slip that certain worries plague him. Especially between chapter releases. The prospect almost made you sad; both his ego and anxiety possibly due to being a well-renown artist from a relatively young age.

Your personal response to the questions plaguing your brain was to disregard them, and instead focus on an expectant Kishibe. His eyes were sharp, looking down at you and impatiently awaiting a response to a question you completely missed.

You didn’t need to hear the exact words, though. Smiling sheepishly, you reached out your hand and shook his own. In the back of your mind, it was assumed any answers to your questions would eventually arrive one way or another.

They were bound to, considering Rohan Kishibe was- from that moment onward -officially your boss.

And to say it was a rough start for the both of you would’ve been an understatement.

Initially, you were a little shy about making any more assumptions or even observations. Hell, you were shy in general. Adjusting to the new job became a top priority over any curiosity about your peculiar boss. But when working with a man like Rohan Kishibe, it’s difficult not to hang over his every last word despite yourself.

However, time brings with it familiarity. Not only with a usual work routine, but with Rohan himself. His initial sternness made meeting his expectations all the more satisfying. Without a doubt, you were proud of how quick you got into the swing of things.

He prioritized quietness and swiftness, but was also surprisingly fair. Even after accustoming to the work environment, he always comments on a job well done.

Except for when he’s deeply invested in his work. To you, it’s difficult to tell if he even notices your presence upon entering the art room. However, it’s not as if you slipped into the background, but he simply grew used to you being there on occasion.

Months passed. You grew to have less and less questions about a man you no longer called Mr. Kishibe, but instead by his first name.

The two of you don’t necessarily need to speak in order to be communicative. You’re at a point in your relationship now where you found reading into his actions to be surprisingly easy.

That’s an aspect he certainly wasn’t expecting either, not used to such things.

Just the smallest shift of his facial expression- just a lift of a brow -and your eyes light up with understanding. Sure, he can ‘read others like a book,’ but you’ve seemingly mastered the language of Rohan Kishibe’s demeanor without any stand power.

Then he notices that you’ve started doting on him. An extra selection of sugar with his morning tea. Always taking an enthusiastic intrest whenever he shares his art. And a specific kind of contentment or pride you put into your work that he honestly would have never foreseen.

For the longest time, he was adamant that he wouldn’t use his stand to peak at your past and present. His power had grown considerably, and became more selective of who he investigates. However, his curiosity overcomes a sense of restraint on his own abilities.

He couldn’t help but take a peak. Besides, he could find something usual for his writing. Regardless of whether or not he did, he found something else as well. Written in on your second page, his name was the most recent in a list of people you harbor (or have harbored) feelings for.

Rohan can move on after that. No problem. It wasn’t the first time he’s found his own name written down in someone’s book as a crush. It’s nothing to pester you about; nothing to even ponder. Nope. Just go back to work. Not a hint of romance is going to suddenly appear in his manga (it’s psychological horror, why would it be?) out of thin air.

A week passes. Two weeks pass. He’s become a little more silent as of late, but it’s nothing you care to mention at all. Rohan gets absorbed in his work often, and you figure you’ll get the chance to ask him about his work a later time.

Your patience is respectable; it’s downright endearing. But the lack of investigation on your part made his teeth grind together in frustration.

He doesn’t think of you that much. Not really; don’t flatter yourself. His mind just lingers on your memory when you leave. Rohan’s thoughts merely turn to you when introducing a noticeably beautiful character in Pink Dark Boy. And it’s nothing special that he gets agitated when he doesn’t see you for a few days.

While you put him out of your mind (the thought of him is far too flustering), Rohan’s lingers on your more and more. The glances he throws at you dwadle, observant in the way you’ve been for months.

Standing in the front hall of Rohan’s home, your body is leaning against the wall while you pull your shoes on. The sun hangs low in the sky, kissing the horizon line. A pinkish blush spreads across Morioh Cho, dusk signaling the end of your work day. While making your effort, footsteps travel from the top floor and down the stairs.

Lifting your head, a smile spreads across your face when meeting your boss’s gaze. He’s made his way to the bottom of the stairs, stopping a comfortable distance in front of you. “Taking a break?” you ask gently.

“For a short while,” he confirms, before adding in a mumble, “Although I know you’d lecture me about working late.”

“You said it, not me,” you jest, straightening your back upright after slipping on your shoes. You fold your hands behind you, long coat softly swaying as you momentarily rock back and forth on your feet.

“Only so you don’t say it yourself.” Rohan crosses his arms, shifting his weight onto his right foot.

“Because you prefer the sound of your own voice?”

Rohan opens his mouth, only to close it anticlimactically a moment later. His brows furrow, and eyes dart away from your person. Biting the inside of his cheek puffs out his lips subtly.

It’s times like this that you wished you were the artist. He’s so insistent on capturing reality, in all it’s forms. But he’d be your muse of choice. Yet he neglects that he’s a work of art himself, you mentally note with an audible giggle.

Rohan’s demeanor changes, his pondering expression morphing into a curious one. It merely strengthens your smile.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Rohan,” you finally speak.

“Yes, of course,” he replies dismissively, as if it was redundant of you to mention.

Chuckling once more, you move forward. The mangaka’s breathing catches in his throat when you wrap your arms around him, and forehead collides with his chest. The hug is short, but noticeably warm.

You pull away far too quickly, waving him ‘goodbye’ and going on about buying him a St. Gentleman’s sandwich for lunch the following day while walking out the door. Rohan merely nods, watching the front door delicately shut behind you.

He’s stunned. Unmoving in his spot, only his eyes blink dumbfoundedly. Is he really going to head upstairs like nothing happened? Even now? Just continue working a few more hours of the night away? Maybe he should mull you over in his mind for a moment or two. Maybe for a couple of minutes. The way he’s starting to feel around you may not be a problem, but it certainly is something isn’t it?

He bites his lower lip, silently cursing your name. He attempts to ward away the rising heat on his cheeks with a shake of his head. For once, he’s glad he cannot use his stand to read his own mind. Because even without such ability, he has no doubt it would clearly state that The Great Rohan Kishibe has grown much to close to his assistant.

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dont-blame-it-on-the-kids · 1 month

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I just had a cursed thought.

Pema going into labor ON Oogi. Lin in charge as Pema gives birth to Rohan.

Pema crying out cuz labor fucking hurts and Lin’s stressed and trying to get her to Shut Up because her screaming isn’t helping

“oh calm down Pema, honestly you’ve done this enough times by now.”

“Enough times!? I’m giving birth on a sky bison! Beifong!”

The kids watching with wide eyes as Lin catches Rohan and cleans him off, wipes his face and he starts crying.

Lin being the first person to hold Rohan because she caught him and was cleaning him up and helping Pema.

After everything. Her hands helped bring Tenzin’s son into the world. Her hands being the first Rohan feels on his skin. And she’s warm and gentle for him while they’re hundreds of feet in the air being chased by a madman who would have his family destroyed without a second thought. 😭

#lin making sure that pema and Rohan were okay #then climbing up next to tenzin to let him know it’s a little boy #and he’s perfect #and then she sees the sky ships #tw labor #tw pregnancy

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simvanie · 15 days

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7 Sins Legacy - generation 4 (pride)

Decided to have a small funeral for Tomi before Cedia and Amina would fly back to Sulani. They placed fresh flowers on her grave, and also replaced the wilted tulips on Luxor's grave. Out of everyone, Cedia was most affected by the dead of her mother. So in true Cedia fashion she decided to take a nap in the middle of the graveyard to deal with her grief. The grave was covered with a stone after they left.

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whiteladyofithilien · 4 months

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Seeking Death Due to Rejection

Part of the reason Faramir understands Eowyn's character is because he too rode out in resignation. But while Eowyn rode out away from duty and responsibility seeking death. Faramir rode out in answer to duty and had some counsel to advise him against seeking his own end. Gandalf told him to not throw his life away and "wizard's pupil" that he is he hearkened and took some small comfort and persevered. Though insisting on being the rear guard and the heavy effects of the Black Breath on him could be considered evidence that he in his own more scholarly way had resigned himself to die after hearing the rejection of his father.

So Faramir doesn't simply understand Eowyn because he's good at reading people (which he is) he understands that she desired death because he's been in the same situation. He was rejected by his father and wished to be dead in his brother's stead because Denethor had no faith in his ability. Eowyn was rejected in her affection and her desire to ride with Aragorn through the paths of the dead for love of him. And pity moves Faramir deeply as is established. But in this case it wasn't just his gentle heart that moved him where Eowyn was concerned. He was moved out of personal experience with the bitterness that is rejection by one whom you love.

#lord of the rings #lotr #tolkien #eowyn #faramir #jrr tolkien #white lady #prince of Ithilien #gondor #eowyn of rohan #shield arm of rohan #Rohan #captain of gondor #faramir x eowyn #eowyn x faramir #tw: suicidal thoughts #i do not desire the speech of living men

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ruby-white-rabbit · 11 months

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My stepmom bought a hydrangea bush and a bench to mark Rohan's resting place. I had no idea she was doing any of this.

My dad and husband helped dig the hole and lay him down. He was buried on the farm he loved to roam whenever he could escape outside.

He was buried with love. And a view fitting of a Tolkien quote.

"End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The gray rain curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass ...

And then you see it.

White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise..."

#Rohan #tw pet death

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fellow-traveller · 1 year

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My part of the art trade with @mysteriousdragon2

Yes, I went all out because drawings, aside from the 1 Day 1 Hol event, might be slowing down a few notches this month.

So in the next episode of HoHo's Bizarre Adventure, CDDH Hol Horse met up with Rohan Kishibe the great manga artist to share some inspirations over a nice bottle of whiskey.