#rook writes

[rooksilver]

sneak peek of a prime defenders oneshot im working on

[rookfeatherrambles]

What if I posted the completed first chapter of TATCI tomorrow on AO3

[obsidian-jaw]

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tav/Zevlor (Baldur's Gate), Zevlor (Baldur's Gate)/Original Female Character(s), Zevlor (Baldur's Gate)/Original Character(s) Series: Part 1 of the elements that make us

Once seems random. Twice seems odd. But when Gwen and Zevlor cross paths three times, it must be fate.

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giving this a little bit of a bump since ill be posting part 3 soon yaaaaaaay 

for anyone looking for Zevlor love this fic might be for you. general ‘mind the tags’ warning for those who aren’t into/don’t want spicy shit. 

[emrys-and-his-king]

picturing merlin singing you are my sunshine to aithusa and they’re so very cute, i love them

[thebookishwallflower]

friends to lovers pipeline. but shaped like a curly straw

[rooksilverr]

hey this is a new blog bc my old one got sniped but PLANETARY GO CH5 IS OUT NOW!!!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[jackdaw-lines]

❝  the golden prince  ❞  — an introduction

genre: high fantasy, lgbtq+, young adult

The world was birthed by three angels: Hopheht, the angel of Light; Estrosh, the angel of The Gray; and Beofrera, the angel of Dark. From the velvet black sheaves of the universe, stardust was weaved by their hands into galaxies and planets. On a particular world, of which Estrosh and Beofrera grew quite fond, they created life.

When the creating was all done on that particular world, the two angels sought out Hopheht who was busy decorating the skies, and they left their creations to their own devices—although, not without some divine supervision. Hopheht, when they had been told of the pair's workings, grew a little jealous at being forgotten. To appease their sibling, Estrosh and Beofrera allowed Hopheht to place a creation of their own on the planet: one that would serve as a guiding hand of brilliance and light in their absence. From the sun's rays and summer dust, Hopheht created the Medusan.

A strong maiden-people who lived in delight of warmth and the sun, with a crown of brilliantly-scaled serpents, the Medusan were firstly revered as gifts from the common folk's gods.

Ages passed, however, and the gods fell out of favor with the common people. With them fell the Medusan. Most were regarded as monstrous and were shunned to the high-off temples where they continued to worship and pray to their absent gods in hopes of their return. Others mingled with the common folk, and their blood diluted from its celestial gold to muddy red. Many offspring of the common people and the Medusan lost their serpentine crown; it was for the best, however, for snakes had also fallen from a visage of healing and strength to that of dishonesty and death. Any child born with scales adorning their head was misplaced or killed.

With a passing of the Dark Sun, a new child comes into the world—a new king. Within him, golden blood runs, and he brings with his crowning a new Turning of the Ages. 

playlist: soldier, poet, king -- the oh hellos; achilles come down -- gang of youths; saturn -- sleeping at last; soldier -- fleurie; king -- lauren aquilina; x

status: wip; in writing stage

[eudaemxn]

Fake Dating Chapter 2:                      Lightbulb

Pairings: Prinxiety, Logicality

“It’s just so annoying, I mean, I’d have to meet a guy in the next week to be able to have a date. Who am I gonna meet by then? And I can’t just not have a date, because then I’m so single and it’s embarrassing.” Roman whined.

“Yeah…” Virgil was hesitant to share his idea.

“I mean, I could take anyone, but like, a wedding is a serious date, you know? You can’t take a guy to your brother’s wedding on the first date.”

“Yeah, especially when you’re the man of honour, so you’re gonna be super busy, and they have to meet all your childhood friends and it’s just a little too fast.  So then they get to hear all the embarrassing stories before you get to convince them you’re not a total freak. It’d be so much better to take someone you already know.” Virgil settled for hinting at it, make Roman think it’s his idea. Better than it being his own idea.

“Yeah, I mean, I’m amazing, but I totally get where you’re coming from. Dating is hard, I wish I could have a relationship without all the hard parts. You know, just being cute and stuff. Oh, a boy can dream…” Roman stared wistfully at the ceiling.

“You mean like a fake relationship, just for show, I guess that wouldn’t be terrible.” Virgil pretended to muse, Roman may be an actor, but Virgil wasn’t too bad himself. 

“Yeah, exactly!” You could practically see Roman’s neurons firing and the idea occurring to him. “Wait, what if we did that? We could go to the wedding together so we don’t look all single and lonely.”

“I mean, we could, but we’d have to start like tomorrow, and we’d have to stage a break-up afterwards.” Virgil had started to see the downside, as always.

“Oh c’mon, lighten up, this could be fun, and Patton’ll be thrilled. Oh, this’ll be such fun, like a constant play. Too bad it’s not a musical, I’d love to show off my gorgeous voice.”

“If it were a musical, I’d have to sing. I don’t sing,” he grunted.

“Could’ve sworn I heard Meant to Be Yours coming from the shower last night…”

“I swear to the gods, I will kill you,” Virgil growled.

“Oh, but you have a lovely voice, J.Delightful.” Roman jested.

“Shut up before I make you.”

“You don’t scare me, Count Virgil.”

“Wait until you see my fangs.”

The next day Roman was dancing and washing the dishes, Gaga blasting from his headphones. He almost dropped the glass he was cleaning when he saw Virgil lounging on the counter waiting for him.

“What are you doing here?!”

“I thought I’d take you to a play. There’s a showing of Bridges of Madison County at the local theatre. If you want, we could skip it and just get the ticket stubs, though…” Virgil shrugged.

“Are you kidding??? I love that musical! You don’t have to, but I’m going.” Roman huffed.

“Ugh, I guess I’ll go, we should probably have evidence of it anyway. So, do you want to tell Patton and Logan or should I?”

“What if we went on a double date? We could take them out to eat, after the musical! Tell them it’s to celebrate their engagement then announce that we’re dating instead!” Roman enthused, and Virgil could almost see the image. For once, he was actually hopeful about a social engagement.

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