#rowan writes

[alwaystheview]

Wrote a short lil Ares fic, only 741 words! And coincidentally the 250th work in the Underland Chronicles tag on AO3. Which is wild. Anyway. Hope y'all like it!

#the underland chronicles #rowan writes #tuc

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Primroses and Periwinkles

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It was a normal day when it first started happening.

Roman thought he might’ve been getting sick. It was winter, and though the sides weren’t as easy to infect with diseases like the flu he was pretty sure it was still possible - he remembered Patton being sick a few times, at least.

And then, one day, when he and Virgil had been playfully bickering on the couch - another debate about which Disney movies were better that had him laughing and blushing - the petals started to appear.

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Warnings:

TWs for this!!!

Hanahaki disease (blood, coughing up flowers, non graphic descriptions for the most part)

Illness, a character believing they're going to die.

A small amout of mentioned food stuff.

This does have a happy ending! I promise!

Pairings: Prinxiety

Word Count: 2767

Notes:

Five years ago when I started writing fanfiction, I told myself I'd never write a hanahaki fic. Yet here we are.

This is my gift for @candied-peach for the @sanderssidesgiftxchange tumblr! I really hope you enjoy <3

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It was a normal day when it first started happening.

Roman thought he might’ve been getting sick. It was winter, and though the sides weren’t as easy to infect with diseases like the flu he was pretty sure it was still possible - he remembered Patton being sick a few times, at least. 

His throat was sore, and he kept coughing - he must be getting a cold, it’ll be over in a week, he thought as he got on with his duties in the imagination regardless.

For the next few weeks it didn’t get much worse, but it certainly didn’t get better either. Roman gathered that it couldn’t be a cold - they never lasted this long, and besides he had none of the other symptoms. In the end he’d gone to Logan, but he hadn’t been able to figure it out either.

The only other thing he had noticed - that he most definitely hadn’t told Logan - was that it only seemed to get worse around Virgil.

Which was weird, because that’s not how sicknesses were supposed to work, but whenever Virgil said some snarky comment that made Roman laugh he’d feel like something was pressed against his lungs and he’d end up in a coughing fit. Every time Virgil stuck his tongue between his lips while concentrating in a way that made Roman want to lean over and kiss him, every time he made that cute pouty face whenever someone interrupted whatever he was doing - It all made Roman dizzy, and so many times he’d have to run off so that Virgil wouldn’t be concerned when Roman erupted into chest wracking coughs. 

And then, one day, when he and Virgil had been playfully bickering on the couch - another debate about which Disney movies were better that had him laughing and blushing - the petals started to appear. 

He’d got back to his room that night just to stand over the sink coughing - afraid he might throw up with the force of it - only to be left with a sink full of soft, purple petals. They looked like they might’ve come from periwinkle flowers, but they were too scrunched and ruined by his coughing to tell for sure.

Roman stared at the sink full of flower petals for a long time. He felt a tear drip down his cheek as he realised abruptly what this meant. 

—

It only got worse from there.

When he tried to avoid Virgil it felt like the flowers were choking him, when he tried to hang out with Virgil more the fear of him finding out about the petals was overwhelming enough that Virgil started to notice. It threw him into such a panic that before long he was coughing up whole flowers, whole bunches of purple primroses and periwinkles he spat into the small bin in his bedroom - the purple petals soaked with his own blood as the flowers had started to take root in his lungs. He knew he didn’t have much time left. 

—

“Hanahaki?” Logan asked as Roman sat on a stool in his bedroom, coughing pathetically every few moments, sometimes spitting a loose petal or two into a plastic bag Logan had handed him a few moments in. 

“Yeah I-” Roman coughed, “It’s a fictional disease-”

“I know what it is,” Logan chided gently, “The disease that makes you cough up flowers when you’re in love with someone.”

“Unrequited,” Roman added, Logan rubbed his back in a way that was barely comforting as he coughed his way through flower buds and petals - he was close to tears when Logan spoke again.

“Unrequited?”

“It only - it only happens when the person you love doesn’t-” The bag was almost full already, “-doesn’t love you back.”

“So you believe that Virgil does not return your affection?” Logan asked, Roman thought he might vomit, or cry, or probably both. 

“I- I never mentioned Virgil-” He choked out past the flower petals laying heavy on his tongue, "Who said anything about Virgil?"

“Purple flowers,” Logan says, deadpan, “And your crush on him is and always has been less than subtle to everyone besides Virgil.”

“Oh,” Roman choked.

“However, Virgil’s obliviousness towards your affections does not mean the feelings are unrequited, nor do the flowers, they just mean that you believe they are.”

“Then- then what do I do?” Roman asked, the first tear escaping his eyes as he coughed up yet more flowers, the broken stems tearing at the back of his throat. In his mind, he already knew the answer.

Logan sighed, “You will not like the solution.”

“...I have to talk to him, don’t I?” Roman asked sadly.

“Unfortunately so.”

Roman hated this so much. Why did he have to be the fantasy one here? Why couldn't it have been Janus with his very clear crush on Logan, or Patton with his slightly strange level of interest in his brother. He sighed.

“Fine, I’ll talk to him later,” Roman said after a long while of being stared at by Logan. 

“Talk to him soon, Roman, or this will continue to get worse.”

—-

Roman really should have listened to Logan. 

In actuality, he felt that he should have listened to Logan quite a lot, but this time he really regretted not taking his advice, because he had put off talking to Virgil and his situation had certainly gotten worse. 

By now, just a week later, Roman found himself without much choice but to hole up in his room and hope no-one came looking for him. 

Nothing seemed to help, thinking about Virgil made it worse, not thinking about Virgil also seemed to make it worse. There was no relief from the onslaught of flowers in his lungs - his room was practically covered in the petals now, he didn’t have the energy to clean them up anymore.

It was pathetic, Roman thought as he laid on his bed, barely able to force down water - let alone food. He could barely move, he was so tired, his lungs perpetually hurt - he hadn’t been able to move without spikes of pain consuming his chest in weeks and weeks. Even if he wanted to go and find Virgil now - he needed to tell him, needed to make this pain stop - he couldn’t. He could hardly move from his bed with the pain and the exhaustion quickly catching up to him. 

He knew he wouldn’t last much longer. 

—-

“Has anyone seen Roman?” Virgil asked a day later at dinner, looking around at the other two sides present. Patton shrugged when Virgil’s eyes fell on him.

“I haven’t seen him for a few days, kiddo, I’d assumed he was off on one of his adventures again…”

“Other than him running away from me whenever I see him I haven’t seen him for weeks…” Virgil said, frowning, “I haven’t seen him either - I’m worried- well, obviously, but….”

“He’s not usually gone on adventures for this long,” Logan points out, “Perhaps we should check on him.”

“You think he might just be in his room?” Patton asked, tilting his head, “Avoiding us?”

Logan sighed, “It would be unwise to rule it out as a possibility, though if he is hiding in his room, it may be best that Virgil is the one to confront him.”

“Wait what?” Virgil asked, barely managing to not bolt up from his chair in surprise, “Why me?”

“Not only are you best equipped of all of us to handle a situation in which Roman is panicking or scared-” Logan points out, “But the fact that he’s been avoiding you specifically means that if he should be having an issue, it may be something to do with you.”

“And… how exactly would that help, if Virgil went?” Patton asked doubtfully, “Might it not make things worse?”

“I strongly believe that Virgil going would be best for Roman,” Logan reiterated firmly. Something about his tone had the other two pausing. 

Patton was first to break the tense silence, “Do you know something we don’t, kiddo?”

“If I knew anything, it would not be my place to share,” Logan said, frowning at the both of them. After a long pause when it seemed neither of them would protest further, Logan turned to Virgil with a softer expression, “I know that the way Roman has been acting towards you recently may be considered rude, however, I would like to request you look past that until you find out why.”

Virgil just stares at him for a long moment and Logan crossed his fingers that Virgil would just take that go. Thankfully, Virgil simply took a deep breath and stood up.

“Okay, fine, if you think this is so important,” He said, turning to leave the room. Patton watched him go in confusion, before looking at Logan with an eyebrow raised, clearly asking what on earth that was about.

“You’ll find out in due time,” Logan sighed, going back to dinner. If this worked out, Roman would be in for a lecture about listening to him in future, considering this time it had almost cost them dearly. If it didn’t… well, Logan didn’t know what he’d do, let alone the others. 

—-

Virgil didn’t understand. Since when has Logan been so cryptic about things? Usually he would explain as thoroughly as possible, the difference set Virgil’s teeth on edge. Unfortunately, Logan’s weird behaviour is what led Virgil to believe that something more important really was actually going on here, so he had to go along with it. 

Knocking on Roman’s door gave no results, though he could hear something from inside, he wasn’t sure what it was, unable to make out the sound properly. 

“Roman?” He called, knocking again, rewarded with a pained groan, “Roman? It’s me, Virgil, um, I know you’ve been avoiding me and you probably don’t want to see me but Logan was being weird and told me to check on you-”

Nothing, and then choking coughs, mixed with a sob. What the hell?

“Roman if you don’t say anything I’m gonna come in, okay?” Virgil called, “I’m worried about you-”

Nothing but the same, so Virgil pressed down on the handle and opened the door. 

Oh. he thought, weakly. 

Roman laid on his bed, still in costume though said costume was stained down the front with blood and petals that dripped from his chin, shrivelled petals - petals in small puddles of blood - petals, petals, so many petals, and leaves, some whole flowers with thick stems. For a long moment Virgil couldn’t say anything.

Roman looked awful, the fire in his eyes dulled as he looked up at Virgil pitifully, his tan skin was paler, there were bags under his eyes that rivalled Virgil’s own, his usually pristine hair was plastered to his face with sweat, tears were running down his face. Roman looked awful.

“Oh my god…” Virgil said softly, taking a step forward, “What the hell happened to you?”

“You weren’t-” Roman coughed, cutting himself off with chest-heaving coughs that had him spitting out more bloodsoaked flowers, it made it impossible to see what colour they really were, “You weren’t supposed to- to see this.”

“Why the fuck not?” Virgil asked, shutting the door behind him and practically running over, kneeling down beside Roman’s bed - reaching out, before hesitating, “You- you’re suffering princey, why the hell shouldn’t I know? I want to help!”

Roman whined, “Because- because you- you don’t-” He was cut off by yet more painful coughing, yet more flowers, Virgil felt tears prick in his eyes at the mere sight of Roman in so much pain, Roman who had gone out of his way so often to accommodate for Virgil after he’d joined the group, Roman who always tried to hard, Roman who was sweet and kind and sensitive no matter what fronts he tried to put up.. Virgil couldn’t stand to see him in so much pain. 

“I don't.. what? Princey?” Virgil said, still a little panicked. He gently cupped Roman’s cheek with his hand and Roman leant into it immediately, closing his eyes but still looking hurt and upset. Virgil tried to wipe away some of the blood, but Roman just coughed weakly and more blood trickled out of the corner of his mouth, “Are- are you dying?” he didn’t want to ask. 

“I don’t- I don’t know,” Roman mumbled, before turning and spitting more petals onto the ever growing pile nearby, Virgil thought some of them might be purple, but he didn’t know what that meant.

“Can I do anything?” Virgil asked, trying to blink away his own tears - If Roman left… Virgil had no idea what he’d do, “I don’t want you to go.”

“I- I don’t know- Virge,” Roman huffed, wiping his mouth with his already bloodsoaked sleeve, “I can’t force you.”

“Force me… what? To help you? Because you don’t have to force me to do shit,” Virgil says, “I like you, dumbass, that’s what you do when you like people.”

Roman stared at him for a long, sad moment, tears once again dripping down his cheeks, “I’m so sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?” Virgil asked, eyes wide and eyebrows raised - here Roman was, lying in a pool of his own blood and flower petals, looking like he was practically on the verge of death and he was apologising?

“I love you,” Roman said, abruptly, sending Virgil rearing back, eyes somehow wider and face growing hot to the tips of his ears, “I- I’m sorry - I know you don’t love me and- and I can’t make you- and it’s unfair for you to- to see - this - when you can’t do anything - and it’s just- well - it’s my own fault, really, you don’t need to feel guilty…”

Virgil stood up, and with the look in his eyes Virgil knew that Roman expected with every fibre of his being for Virgil to turn around and leave him there. Instead he sat down on the bed and gently coaxed Roman to sit up through winces and the occasional coughs. He really didn't think Virgil loved him back? After everything - hell, Virgil thought he'd been pretty obvious about his crush on the Prince.

“Roman- I-” Virgil started, still blushing, before just shaking his head, “fuck, if you weren’t covered in blood right now I’d kiss you.”

“You don’t - you don’t have to pretend,” Roman said, gently pushing his hands away as he coughed up what - looking back - must have been the last of the flowers, Virgil put his hands back just as quickly, making Roman look up at him with wide eyes - almost hopeful.

“I’m not pretending, dumbass - of course I love you, how the hell could I not? You’re you! Why didn’t you just- say so?” he squished Roman’s cheeks and briefly noted that colour seemed to slowly be returning to them, Roman coughed, but this time no petals came out. 

“I was… scared,” Roman said, ducking his head as far as Virgil’s hands would allow, “That you wouldn’t love me back - that you would but it wouldn’t fix all of this - I guess I was just-”

“Anxious?” Virgil chuckled, making Roman blush and nod, “...me too.”

Roman stayed silent, though a weak smile was playing on his lips now and he leant into Virgil’s hands on his face. It was obvious he was weak, Virgil had no idea how close he’d cut it to saving Roman, but it was clear he was already starting to do much better. Virgil didn’t like to believe in fairytales, but love really did seem to be quite powerful.

He’d have to thank Logan later. 

But for now…

“Come on, let's get you cleaned up,” Virgil said, gently helping Roman up, sure it was horribly uncomfortable to be covered in your own blood, “...when did you last eat?”

“I don’t… Know…” Roman said, looking embarrassed. 

“Okay - how about you get changed and have a shower, I’ll grab you dinner and we can meet back in my room and um- we can just…”

“Cuddle?” 

“Yeah, that.”

“I’d love to,” Roman said with a soft smile, “And I’ll take that kiss later, too.”

“Don’t push your luck,” Virgil teased, though he still kissed Roman’s forehead as he pulled away.

—

“How did it go?” Logan asked when Virgil arrived back downstairs. Virgil sighed.

“Well, thanks to you,” Virgil said, mostly begrudgingly as he heated up Roman’s portion of their dinner, “He’s okay now, we’re uh-” He blushed, “Gonna cuddle, once I get him to eat something.”

“Gross,” Logan said, though he was smiling fondly as he waved Virgil off. 

No-one saw either of them until dinner the next day. 

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Tags: @full-of-roman-angst-trash @your-local-random-dino @cutebisexualmess @glacierruler @roseianxiety @bella-bugatti-frogetti-baguetti @scalesfeathersnfur (if anyone wants to be added, let me know!)

#sanders sides #roman sanders #virgil sanders #prinxiety #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #rowan writes #sandersidesgiftexchange

[starman-waitinginthesky81]

headcanon that Regulus can’t deal with long silences when he’s around people he’s comfortable/ fells safe with, even if it’s comfortable silence. He always has to fill it somehow.

i love the headcanon that he just has a box of horrific facts in his brain somewhere so these silences would be a perfect time to use them.

or, he just leaves and goes and does smth hoping when he gets back he’ll have either thought of smth to talk about or the silence will be over and they can continue as normal.

#from a regulus kin #i’m not projecting i don’t know what you mean #even if he’s reading a book in silence and everyone around him is talking #the minute it goes silent he has to fill it #rowan writes #rowan speaks #regulus black #regulus x james #regulus black kinnie #sirius and regulus #headcanon #the marauders era #marauders era #harry potter #jegulus #marauders #james & peter & remus & sirius #the marauders

[a-little-unsteddie]

a little snippet from the prologue to my original story! :D

“I am so glad you made it safely,” Lana told Vaughn, smiling sweetly at him. “I know for some travel can be dangerous,” she said, but didn’t explain further. Vaughn glanced at Canary to see if they had any idea as to what she was referring to, but only received a shrug in response as they handed over three coins.

“What do you mean?” Vaughn asked when it was clear she wasn’t planning on elaborating, furrowing his eyebrows.

Lana laughed in the way that old people did when they knew they’d mentioned something they shouldn’t have and don’t know how to take it back.

“Well, you know. Bandits and what have you,” she said vaguely, putting the coins in her drawer and then closed it. “Don’t be strangers now, come back before you leave,” she swiftly moved the conversation on, and Vaughn knew better than to push, even if he really wanted to.

i wonder what this means :00 fhehshz i’m only posting this bc i love Lana. she’s uhh probably only gonna be in the prologue but! i love her nontheless.

tagging some friends: @finntheehumaneater @apomaro-mellow @sailing-through-hawkins

#i am actually so proud of how the prologue is coming together for this #i swear i’ll write steddie again i just need a palette cleanser #vaughn dillon #canary hollis #drek’atim academy #the boquet series #year of the sunflower #prologue #original writing #rowan writes #<- will be new tag for original content

[exo-levi]

Levi Prompts List Requests

Featuring: Levi Ackerman x Fem!Reader

Theme: Fluff/Angst

You may request via ask.

About. Masterlist. Taglist.

Dialogues:

“I told you not to follow me.” “I couldn't just let you face this alone.”

“You're always so stoic. Do you ever let yourself feel anything?” “Feelings won't save humanity.”

“We've lost too many comrades.” “But we're still here, fighting for them.”

“You're a mystery.” “Some mysteries are better left unsolved.”

“I don't need your help.” “Nobody can shoulder the weight of the world alone.”

“Why do you push everyone away?” “Because I can't afford to lose anyone else.”

“Trust is a luxury we can't afford.” “And yet, we have to trust each other to survive.”

“What's your greatest fear?” “That we'll never see the end of this nightmare.”

“I have my reasons for everything I do.” “I'd like to know them someday.”

“You've saved my life more times than I can count.” “It's my duty, not a choice.”

“I don't have time for distractions.” “Sometimes, distractions are what keep us sane.”

“You've seen too much pain.” “That's the price of freedom.”

“We can't afford to be weak.” “Being strong doesn't mean we can't lean on each other.”

“You've sacrificed so much for humanity.” “And I'd do it all again if it means our survival.”

“I've lost my faith in humanity.” “Then let us be the reason you find it again.”

“You're a hero.” “Heroes don't exist. Just people trying to survive.”

“I can't promise you a happy ending.” “Then promise that we'll face it together.”

“You're like a guardian angel.” “Angels don't exist, either.”

“This world is cruel and unforgiving.” “But that's why we must fight to change it.”

“You're the strongest soldier I know.” “I'm just doing what needs to be done.”

About. Masterlist.

Yours truly,

Rowan.

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman fluff #levi Ackerman angst #fanfic #attack on titan #aot #levi ackerman x reader #Levi x reader #aot x reader #levi Ackerman prompts list #Requests #rowan writes #levi ackerman fanfic #fluff #angst #shingeki no kyojin

[thoughtfulshepherdmongerkid]

Have a short look at an elain chapter for my nameless fic

Gloves and Roots

With gossamer covered hands, Elain dug deep into the trough of planting soil she kept close for whatever odd little plant called to her from this still foreign court. She looked to her now stained gloves from a dusty pink to the color of aged dry blood where her too long fingers stretched and flexed, thinking of Feyre’s tattooed gloves she claimed in stride of bargains as if dipping her hands in to the elbows of this new culture washing away all that was old and human.

Her gloves reaching her elbows too she wondered when this foreign land would suck her in too as it has begun to with her elder sister. A library full of all sort of menagerie picking Nesta’s interest like a cat with cream, swallowing her in to ever lasting night. Into a shelves flecked with stars, a siren’s call of knowledge luring her all the more closer.

All that was offered by the world or their divine Mother was dreams of moon lighting mountains she could not see from the room in either the house of the wind or the townhouse Feyre claimed for her new home. Of visions with the scent of earth far harsher than her trough of potting soil. And most perplexing, broken wings that’s scars did not match her sister’s general’s wings.

What she could understand was the need of dandelion root, as much as she could grow. A vision had showed these same wings bathed in moonlight and the smell of crushed dandelion root. So she deduced she’d need as much as possible for that massive swaths of membrane and set her eyes to a section of her greenhouse that did not have its soil fully utilized.

A smile crawled over her face as she thought of what Nesta would ask, ‘how did you manage to get weeds in your perfect gardens?’ The exasperation that would be dripping good naturally for her, a cocked brow high in her hairline.

She’d simply reply about the herbal remedies you can gain from them and that she Saw that she’d need it. 

#rowan’s writing #rowan writes #elain archeron #elain x emerie #emerie x elain #emlain #elrarie #emerie of illyria #emerie acotar #elain acotar #I really should figure out a title for this #no proofreading #if there’s a mistake you didn’t see that

[meshkol]

Title: A Plan to Tinker With Characters: Tony Stark, the Party, Joyce Byers, Jim Hopper, Suzie Bingham, Peggy Carter Rating: Teen Tags/Warnings: Season 4 Rewrite but with more Tony Stark, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Pre-Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Pre-Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, The Party as Family Summary:

Tony’s halfway out the door when his pager goes off. He digs the pager out of his pocket and glances at the shorthand message, from Suzie Bingham no less, and promptly decides that he can be even more fashionably late to Jan’s little shindig, even if she’s going to kill him for the cheek. Bingham’s not the type to reach out unless absolutely necessary and she’s been off-the-grid for a hot minute anyway; if she’s reaching out to his personal pager instead of through the usual channels...well, he’s not going to ignore that. In March of 1986, Tony gets a message from a friend and decides to answer it, not realising it'll completely warp his understanding of physics and the world. He does know that he's probably going to get shot at though. If he finds a ride-or-die family along the way, then that's pretty cool too.

Notes: I was catapulted into the ST fandom but the Marvel brainrot is never-ending. As I methodically raged through what felt like every damn Steddie fic in the history of fic, I took a side detour in the crossover tab for funsies and read Just Gonna Change the World by @deehellcat. After about twelve reads/rereads, a thesis of a comment because I have absolutely zero chill, and brainrot about the fic itself, this remix was born!

So, er, yeah, thanks deehellcat, for 1) allowing me to remix your Tony Stark Bingo brainworm and 2) suffering my novel-length screaming in your comment section LMAO. If it's any consolation, it was done because---I reiterate---I am absolutely obsessed with your fic and the how the timeline of these two fandoms mesh (ha) so well together.

As expected, a remix is a remix so I'm taking a few detours from the fantastic source material(s), but overall it's pretty much the same starting premise. And pretend that our poor unfortunate friend Agent Wallace held out another hour or so because let's be real here: it takes a lot more time than it did on the show to track down a top-secret computer location, even in 1986. Also, I'm fixing the Duffer Brothers' time goofs because I'm still baffled by that.

Anyway, let's get started. Oh my goodness this is so exciting; my first-ever remix and first crossover in over ten years! Once again, thanks deehellcat!

#stranger things #marvel #tony stark #the party #fanfiction #i am obsessed with deehellcat's fic i'm SERIOUS #rowan writes

[rowan-ashtree]

the sea and the lighthouse

an ode to myself, and to people like me

cw: violence (somewhat graphic), death mention, vague references to religion.

I felt like I was drowning in a sea of confusion, and I worried it was because I didn’t have the faith to walk on the surface.

I know now that this was not the case. My confusion turned to anger when I grabbed a buoy and saw people staring. Who were they to watch me sputter and splash and place bets on my survival?

They were the ones who would plunge knives into my chest and praise my pain tolerance (because I barely flinched anymore), then scoff at my faithlessness when I refused to sacrifice myself on the sealing room altar.

They were the ones who would weave nooses around my neck, made from indifference and empty words, then whisper of my weakness when I cut myself loose, seeking woven things of warmth instead.

They were the ones who would condemn violence (with my blood on their hands and the bodies of my siblings hanging above them) (without any trace of irony or even regret).

Who am I that I should be left to drown, fearing all the while that it’s my own fault?

I was the one who would take the blades they used to hurt me, and carve my identity, my entire self, out of the bare rocks of abandonment. Then, I would carve my own altar, and offer up the blunted and bloodied knives as a sacrifice.

I was the one who would weave bandages to cover my wounds, and blankets to keep myself warm, and shrouds for those they refused to bury.

I was the one who would learn to swim in my own confusion, and even relish it, so that I could be the buoy for the next person they would seek to drown.

The sea could not snuff out my candle, so they gave me bushel after bushel and called it a kindness. For a while, I merely set them aside. Now, I set them ablaze and add them to the lighthouse beacon that my candle has become.

#rowan writes #been a couple years since i used that tag!! #i'm not expecting this to get much attention but if you're reading this. hi :) #btw this is about being a queer mormon but if you relate to this at all then it's about your experience too #religion #tw death ment #tw knives #tw blood #tw drowning #tw noose #tw hanging #please lmk if i need to tag anything else #this is kind of a revamp of a few old vent poems i wrote years ago #i rediscovered them today and decided i liked the imagery but wanted smthn hopeful with it #tumblrstake #queerstake #(might as well lol)

[impossiblerebelblaze]

Finally wrote another Chaos Gods fic like I said I would! @oatmealoatmealoatmealoatmealoatm and @azorith wanted to see it!

— Five Year Anniversary party prep! The ship is Elijah Kamski (dbh) / me, it got really popular on my blog and it’s still a bit of a guilty pleasure for me to write occasionally!

“Look, I know it’s supposed to be a party. How many decorations do you possibly need?” Eli looks up at me from the floor, arms crossed.

“It’s a party, you said it! If it’s gonna be the holiday party and our five-year anniversary, of course I’m gonna decorate.” I look down from my perch on the ladder, shaking tinsel off a tree branch down onto him. He waves his hands, trying to shake it off, unsuccessfully. He groans in disgust, making his way over to the couch in the lounge where he curls up like a disgruntled cat. He pulls his knees up to his chin, looking at his phone. I smile to myself, he still has some glitter caught in his hair. I turn back to my decorations, feeling awfully proud of myself for finally convincing him to let me get and decorate such a big tree. He called it gaudy and unnecessary, and I called him a grinch. Maybe if he didn’t want me to get such a big tree, he shouldn’t have had a two-floor open plan lounge.

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The tree’s the last piece of decoration I had, and I step back to admire my work. The whole lounge and dining area is lit warmly with strings of glass bulbs and baubles, turning the whole ceiling into a shining, glimmering spectacle. Ornaments hang in strings along the walls, and an old record player I found plays some soft carols. The tree itself sits proudly in a corner, gifts piled underneath.

“Oh, Eli, come on. It looks so warm and cozy in here, it’s.. nice.” I wander over to the couch where he’s sat, taking a sip from his mug of hot chocolate and placing it back onto the little reindeer coaster. “It’s so festive, it’s so homely!” I lean over the back of the couch, pulling him into a small hug. “I saved the star on the tree for you, I’ll hold the ladder.”

Eli tilts his head back, looking at me. “You’re the only person I know who gets this excited about the holidays, you know that?”

“Oh, bull. The Chloes do, too.”

“Only because you taught them.”

“That still counts!”

He sighs, rolling his eyes. “So you saved the star on top for me?”

“I did,” I hum, smiling. “I wanted you to be included, even though I know you don’t like all the cheer and joy of the season.” I poke him, laughing.

“Hey, come on! I’m not that much of a stick in the mud!” He pushes me away a bit, also laughing. “Fine, I’ll put the star up.” He leans forward out of my arms, standing up. He wanders around a little, looking at all the work that me and the Chloes did. “All right, I admit it does look nice.” He looks up at the tree. “I’m still surprised you fit that thing in here.”

“I had to take the back sliding door off its track,” I admit.

“What?”

“I didn’t wanna break the glass! I put it back on, and it’s finally oiled properly so it doesn’t squeal anymore!”

Eli puts a hand over his eyes, sighing. “And is that how you’ll take it back out?”

“Probably. Why?”

“Nothing. You’re nothing if not committed, I’ll admit that.”

I smile. “Thank you. Now come on, get up there and star that tree.” I hand him the box that holds the star.

He rolls his eyes, opening it up. He pauses, looking at it.

“Do you like it?”

“I.. do, I do like it.” He pulls it out, it’s a simple star, crafted the way he stars important passages in his notes. It’s not much, but it’s one of the few times his personality shows through in his work.

“I think it’ll look nice up there.”

“I do, too.” He glances at me, a soft, genuine smile on his face. He heads to the ladder, pausing as I follow and hold onto the rungs, steadying it for him. He tucks the box under one arm, making his way up. He gets to the top, balancing the box and pulling out the star, carefully winding it onto the top of the tree. He pauses, admiring his work, then heads back down.

I nod. “Perfect.”

He nods as well. “It does look nice in here, I’m sorry for saying otherwise.”

I laugh, pulling him into a hug. “It’s okay, I get it. I can tell when you like things, I’ve seen you watching me all day. I know the holidays aren’t your favourite, but I’m glad you don’t mind letting me decorate.”

“As long as I get to spend the time with you, I’m as happy as can be.”

“Hope that holds true for the party.”

“God. How many people are we inviting?”

“Aallll of your other CEO friends, and their other important friends. Gotta keep up positive publicity!”

“God, just kill me now.”

“But you have such a good face with the public! You’re such a kind and generous man, beloved by all!”

He scoffs. “And then we mock them all behind their backs.”

“Come on, some of them deserve it for dressing the way they do. You remember Lestrade last year?”

“The fucking bright purple and orange suit?”

“And the green one on Easter.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.”

#rowan speaks #Rowan writes #I think?? I don’t remember my writing tag #sorry it looked longer in my notes app #if this gets like 2 notes I’ll post another chapter or something idk

[brokenchainsandfallenleaves]

the urge to write about Your AU Blorbos and Your AU Blorbos Specifically but at the same time knowing that makes your fics Incredibly Niche and all the while Craving Validation in the form of Kudos

#personal #rowan writes #yes i know likes/kudos aren't the goal #but STILL

[radiantrowanwriting]

I am writing again but I have such a hard time writing anything that isn’t bare-bones, stripped away plot.

I feel so uncreative but I know the only thing I can do is move forward. :/

Anyway, I think I’m gonna do some sketches of some characters from my WIPs when I get home from work and see if that helps me

#thinking out loud #ramblings #rowan writes

[jhonny]

"stop talking like that boy you're ruining my tboy swag" - yami bakura, probably

or, when both bakuras are trans but only one of them has perfected the trans voice.

+ bonus thief king (as a treat)

#yugioh #yu gi oh #ygo #bakura ryou #yami bakura #thief king bakura #rowan art #TKB has so much transmasc swag it's INSANE. #guy walks in with his hard-earned muscles dripping butch energy and then reincarnates into a gay little boy who talks very politely. #*TKB tearing his hair out* SPEAK UP SPEAK UP SPEAK UP FOR THE LOVE OF APEPI YOU ARE FAILING TO COMMAND THE ROOM. #where is your anger. where is your manspreading. where is your KILLING INSTINCT. RISE. RISE. RISE. #meanwhile ryou is just sitting here like um. i appreciate it but . i'm not into all that. thank you #ryou not being hypermasculine to compensate for his transness is incomprehensible to TKB who fought tooth + nail to be recognised as a man. #yes i Am writing fic about these two no it is Not good thank you and goodnight #rowan.txt

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Faeries and Flower Shops

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When Shoto ventures into the tiny back-alley flower shop, he expects nothing more than to pick out some flowers for his sister's bouquet. He wasn't even sure this place would have what he wanted, it was so tiny.

But not only did he find that the shop was much bigger on the inside, but also that it's owner was a cute faerie boy who doesn't care that he's crown prince of the kingdom that hates magic. So with the stress a ball of his own design quickly approaching, Shoto can't help but continue to go back to that little flower shop again and again.

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| Read the fic here! |

A huge thanks to my artist! @silvandar !! Go check out the wonderful art she did for this fic here on Tumblr, or on her Instagram or Twitter!

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Warnings: Homophobia mention, Endeavour is just a shit a king as he is a parent.

Parings: Tododeku (obviously) Background MomoJiro

Word Count: 10491

Notes:

This is my piece for the @tododekubigbang 2023 event!

I don't really write bnha fic anymore, but I couldn't NOT do this event, so here we are :)

The fic itself is only posted on ao3, sorry to the purely Tumblr users if you exist, but I'm too tired for this shit.

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#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #tododeku #tododeku big bang 2023 #tddkbb2023 #rowan writes

[starman-waitinginthesky81]

Padfoot?

in which remus comes home to a dog… and Sirius.

“Hey Pads, can you help me with these bags?” Remus called as he pushed through the door, hands full of groceries. No answer. “Pads… Sirius!” Still there was no answer. Dumping his bags on the counter, Remus went to investigate. “Sirius are you ho-” he opened the door to their bedroom only to be greeted by a dog and a guilty looking Sirius. They did not own a dog. “What in God's name?”

“Hello to you too,”

“I was gone for an hour,”

“Mhm,” mhm really? He’d been gone for an hour and Sirius somehow managed to obtain a dog - quite a large one at that - and all Sirius could say was mhm!

Remus sighed and wiped a hand over his face. “Okay Sirius, where did you find the dog?”

“He found me, actually,”

“Care to elaborate,”

“well you see, after you left i got bored so i went for a walk, on this walk i found Padfoot, he then followed me home,”

Remus didn’t really think that was enough information, he said as much. “Not as detailed as i would have liked, you named the dog after yourself?”

“I-“ he paused, “couldn’t think of a better name,”

#this isn’t finished #i found it in my drafts and went 🤷 and clicked post #marauders era #marauders #harry potter #wolfstar #the marauders #james & peter & remus & sirius #remus x sirius #sirius black #remus lupin #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #padfoot #the dog not the animagus #rowan writes #wolfstar microfic

[exo-levi]

I am so sorry for the long wait for prompt 12 😭 I will post it in a few hours. I haven’t slept yet hehet I PROMISE I WILL POST IT WITHIN THE DAY I’ll rest first mwa

#levi ackerman prompts #requests #delayed #im sorry!! #levi x reader #rowan writes

[thoughtfulshepherdmongerkid]

Of course I FINALLY want to write and I ha e to be a work

#personal #rowan writes #? #as soon as I’m off it’s over for you bitches #it’s an elain pov #I can’t wait