#rockmarina

[gr8writingtips]

writing tip #3272:

if you cry hard enough onto your keyboard, your tears might start typing words as they fall

[dusiadrawsthings]

For the HP requests, how about Draco and Harry sharing an ice cream? :3 maybe it's three different flavours because they couldn't choose?

Why hello there, friend! What a fun idea :D Extra points for giving me an oppurtunity to draw something summery (summer is my favourite time of the year and I'm always in pain when it ends). Here you go!

(You're the last person to message me on the first day of opening requests, so you've waited the longest out of everyone, I'm really sorry! I hope I made your prompt justice! 💜✨)

[practicefortheheart]

Doodle prompt: one of them kissing the other soflty in the corner of their lips 👀 (I'm soft don't @ me)

I’m soft too, bab, don’t worry!

[ekayart]

What about Drarry dancing? 👀

Here you go !

[ano-ka-ba]

Title: A Royal Engagement

Characters: Harry/Draco

Summary:  Princes Harry and Draco are of marrying age. They hate each other at first sight, but strike a mutually enjoyable agreement to get their parents to leave them alone. They'll pretend to court, find an excuse to end it without their countries going to war, and NOT fall in love with each other. EASY.

A/N:  Dear rockmarina, I was torn between a fluffy or smutty piece since your prompts inspired both. Eventually, the words Gold, Royalty AU, and Forced Marriage really jumped at me! I hope you enjoy!

HD OWLPOST 2019 CLAIM - gift for rockmarina

[julcheninred]

@rockmarina said everyone in! 💜 1. Why did you choose your url?

It’s an homage to two friends who always supported my creativity.

2. Sideblogs?

Nothing active.

3. How long have you been on Tumblr?

I have one other Tumblr that predates my stumbling into fandom. I made it in 2010 because I was mentoring teenagers and they told me this was the place to be if I wanted to understand the references they made. 😂

4. Do you have a queue tag?

Nope. I reblog everything when I see it.

5. Why did you start your blog?

Because @shiftylinguini asked a question that I wanted to answer but not anonymously.

6. Why did you choose your icon?

It’s from a stained glass window designed by one of the friends who inspired my URL.

7. Why did you choose your header?

It’s an antique typewriter I used to own, and when I started this blog in Dec 2017, I wasn’t yet making anything in the fandom. I guess I should switch it up now!

8. Post with the most notes?

A version of the pandemic fingernails post that expressed short-nails lesbian/musician solidarity, followed by the A Brekfust Must Be Foodful stitchery for @m4g0rtz. But one of my Odd But Honest Comments posts was picked up by a major blog and runs a close third, and I’m fondest of it.

9. How many mutuals do you have?

I don’t actually know!

10. How many followers do you have?

617! I thought I was still ticking along under 600! I’m glad you’re here, y’all!

11. How many people do you follow?

291

12. Ever made a shitpost?

Not yet!

13. How often do you use Tumblr each day?

I generally have Tumblr open all the damn time.

14. Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog?

Not yet!

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

I'm not about them.

16. Do you like tag games?

Yes!

17. Do you like ask games?

Yes!

18. Which of your tumblr friends/mutuals do you think is famous?

Could be any of you. I lived in a college dorm with two people whom every one of you would recognize now, and they’re just nerds like all of us.

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

Don’t we all? ✏️ Who wants to play? Take it and run! Everybody in!

[xiaq]

👀 Fic title: "Moonlight"

I mean. Obviously, there need to be wolves. So I’m thinking a Witcher fic. Except, the whole “Geralt gets turned into a white wolf” thing has been done. I think I’d subvert that trope a bit and have Jaskier, after coming down from the mountain, encounter an angry sorceress (why is she angry? does she need an excuse?). She either has beef with him or with Geralt and, despite Jaskier assuring her that he and Geralt have permanently parted ways, she curses him: to take the form of a white wolf. Only in full moonlight will he be able to regain his human form and--oh dear--it’s the full moon tonight so it looks like you’ll be stuck as a wolf for the next month before you have the ability to tell anyone you’ve been cursed, how sad.

So Jaskier is now a heartbroken wolf. He’s gangly and awkward and hungry and four legs are difficult, ok? And he can’t even sing about it (the heartache or the four-leg issue). Worst day ever. He wanders for a bit and had a very trying experience first catching and then attempting to eat a rabbit and after a week he’s pretty much submitted himself to dying of hunger when he encounters Roach. Alone. Which isn’t good. He tracks down a badly injured Geralt by the corpse of something icky shortly afterward and manages to drag Geralt's bag to him and nudge him awake enough to take some potions.

Geralt, once he gets his senses back and stumbles back to camp, is pretty confused. He knows the wolf isn’t a normal wolf, but he owes his life to it...whatever the creature is. He offers the wolf dinner and it clearly understands that invitation. So after a few days of recuperation and sharing meals, when he sets off and the wolf follows him, he...doesn’t dissuade the animal. It’s nice to have company again, actually. He doesn’t think about why that might be.

Jaskier, meanwhile, decides that he’ll stay with Geralt until the next full moon. Then he can explain the situation, and Geralt can call his BFF Yennefer and they can fix him, because Geralt owes him, okay? And then they can part ways again. Permanently, this time. It’ll be fine.

Except, Jaskier realizes, a little belatedly, that Geralt has his lute. It’s hung on Roach’s saddlebags, wrapped in some sort of tanned skin to keep it safe. Hit lute! Taking up valuable space! On Geralt’s horse! Jaskier is baffled. One, because the last time he saw his lute when the Angry Magic Lady turned him furry and he had no choice but to leave it, and the rest of his things, at his campsite near the base of the mountain. Two, because that means that Geralt must have come upon his campsite and…elected to take the lute. Which doesn’t make sense. He has questions. Which he will ask in 3 weeks when he has the ability to ask questions again.

I’m sure there are some hijinks re The White Wolf traveling with a white wolf; maybe they run into Eskel or Lambert and Geralt gets a solid ribbing for acquiring his namesake as a pet and Jaskier comes to his defense which only makes them laugh more. Except then Eskel, we’ll say it’s Eskel, asks him about his bard and he admits that they fought and by the time he got over his pride and went back to look for Jaskier, all he found was an empty campsite full of Jaskier’s things—but no Jaskier. He waited for two days before packing up the most important items like his lute and the two doublets that he knew Jaskier preferred, and now he’s on his way to find Yennefer to see if she can locate him because clearly disaster has befallen him because he wouldn’t just leave his lute.

Anyway. I’m sure you can guess what happens next because I am a sucker for the standard “usually quiet/stoic one ends up inadvertently spilling their guts about how regretful they are and the One They Have Hurt overhears their heartfelt confession/angst” trope (that’s a trope, right?). Geralt starts talking to the wolf. Telling him about Jaskier. About how he mistreated him. About how he misses him. And Jaskier all but crawls into his lap and Geralt is like, what an empathetic creature. Hm. And Jaskier is like: eye roll.

Anyway.

Either the reveal is calm and sweet: Geralt is cuddling with the wolf as the moon rises and then suddenly he’s cuddling with Jaskier who explains everything and they take full advantage of the few hours Jaskier has in human-form. Then they find Yennefer and she gets rid of the curse and they live happily ever after.

Or the reveal is Fraught With Peril: Jaskier ends up injured (by some sort of terrible beastie) just as he changes back into his human shape and they only get a few short moments to speak before he passes out. And then The White Wolf shows up to the nearest town the next morning holding an actual white wolf in his arms snarling about locating a healer who can treat the animal. And the townsfolk are completely befuddled and a little charmed to see a Big Scary Witcher (the Butcher, even!) spend the last of his coin to rent a room for a wolf and buy hearty stew for a wolf and pay a healer to come daily for a week to treat a wolf. And by the end of the week, half the town is in love with Geralt who cares so, obviously, deeply for the poor animal, and the half that isn’t in love with Geralt is in love with Jaskier because Geralt carries him to lay in front of the fire in the inn’s common room every evening and, regardless of his form, Jaskier makes friends easily.

And a bard passing through (not Valdo, thank goodness), makes a song about the bond between the White Wolf and his White Wolf that Jaskier, rather grudgingly, admits is quite good.

Eventually, he heals enough to travel and they track down Yennefer who removes the curse and Geralt uses his words like an adult to apologize propperly and they all live happily ever after. And Jaskier sometimes sings the song to Geralt because, even though it’s not one of his own, it is rather sweet.

[bites-and-bubblegum]

Oooh here's a prompt! Bubbline +nightmare ❤️

(sorry this took so long, friend! time got away from me ^^;)

Drabble Requests: closed

...

She woke with a gasp, lurching forward with the adrenaline from her dream. She had been reaching, desperately trying to grasp-

“You good, Bon?” Marceline asked hesitantly, settling onto the sheets instead of drifting above them.

“I’m… fine,” the princess settled on the word uncertainly. She took a deep breath before reaffirming it, “I’m fine. Just a dream.”

“You need to talk about it?” she asked, placing her hand over Bubblegum’s.

Bonnie turned her hand over and pulled Marcy’s up to her lips before giving it a gentle kiss.

“Thanks. But I’ll be okay,” she gave a breathy laugh, “I don’t even remember what it was about, to be honest.”

Marcy leaned forward to kiss her forehead.

“Try to get some sleep then, Bon. Night’s not over yet.”