#rova

[moneyisnobject]

Riva 54METRI Project

[clownprincehoeshi]

Twisted Deception Materlist

Synopsis: Betrayal and manipulation were always a constant in your life. Leading your family’s legacy as a mafia boss is not an easy task and most of the times can lead to losing the ones you love most. You’ve always kept away from love, but even is this dark and unforgiving world it finds you. But it also breaks you.

Pairing: mafia boss Mingyu x fem mafia boss

doctor Seungcheol x fem mafia boss

Genre: strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers, mafia au, angst, fluff, smut

Warnings: mafia scenarios, death, gun mentions, blood, cheating, sex scenes, nudity… will post others along the way if needed

Status: ongoing

Started: july 23th 2024

Information: So I wanted to do something different for this fic. I’ve decided to use a name instead of Y/N(RUA). For me, it gves more depth and dimension to the character and it helps with the wrting/reading process. It’s a random name that I thought about randomly and it also starts with the letter of my own name. I don’t know, I find it pretty, short and simple. I will start writing on the first chapter after I finish with Parallel Hearts story(about two more chapters to go). Not sure how many chapters this one will have, maybe 2 or 3. Sugestions and comments are welcomed.

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Masterlist:

Teaser

The Characters

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

more to come...

[bunnimal]

attempting the great outdoors again so she can vent her energy a bit less destructively

[kneipe]

leipzig 2024

[leahfrog]

The umbrella is for ambiance, I guess lol.

[heavydirtyscul]

can you tell me everything you know about rova (jonah's old band), please??

(MY ANSWER GOT LOST BECAUSE THE TUMBLR IS TUMBLR AND I HAD TO WRITE IT ONCE AGAIN 😭)

hi anon-poppy 🩷 thank you for sending this 🩷

you want to know more about rova the band? ok, so let’s back to early 2010s, the prime time of tumblr dot com (ekhm…), the beginning of instagram and the rule of influencers and, also the glory days of soundcloud and its little indie artists. i want to stick a bit to the latter ones cause that’s the core part of your question. Rova the band, consisted of members Jonah Hauer-King, Rufus Gibbs, Tom Gould and Fergus Burnand, was one of many rock alternative/indie bands who were inspired/amazed by arctic monkeys, bombay bicycle club, suede, radiohead or jeff buckley, BUT! it has one distinguish feature other than others! Tall, skinny, curly-haired boy with bright eyes and adorable dimples who happened to be also the singer and the front man of the group! They not only played covers (another prominent mark of 2010s and start of many careers on youtube channels!) but also their own songs! They even released EP Strings in October 2012, which is still available to listen for free on soundcloud, and consists of tracks: Measured Motion (my personal faveee!), Mama Save Me, and album titled song - Strings. The band was named after the Turkish poet, and also frontman’s first soft toy, as they reported in the interview. (awwwww, Jonaaaaah! 😂☺️ mkay mkaaay back to my essay!) They played many gigs around North London and also Paris in 2011-2012, many videos of them performing are available on youtube, which I highly recommend to watch. Unfortunately, for reasons unknown, at least for me, the band didn’t last long. After all, Jonah pursued the dream of being an actor, which he successfully achieved! ✨ And, as we know, his music talent did not go to waste as he used it in The Little Mermaid, Postcards from London, RENT the musical (RIP ME, forever haunted by this, please someone send me the footage and end my suffering!!!!), World on Fire (a little bit but still?), or even the mockery of singing in Old Boys (Winch, you will be famous forever!) Once again, I highly recommend to check their songs, and leave you with my favourite one!

Measured Motion acoustic session 🎶🌿

Thank you for the ask and I’m always at your service! 🫡☺️🩷

[inkybirdy]

since I’ve drawn her as she appears in the fic currently, I ended up doodling Rova’s younger self too. 

“I suppose the summer tournament will be canceled this year, then.” “It does seem that way, princess.” 

The young Gerudo stood with her arms folded atop the high wall of her capitol city, cool water from the aqueduct rushing past her ankles in defiance of the blistering midday sun. The moblin beside her adjusted its bow and quiver on its back, and cast a brief and pitying look in her direction. 

Beyond the wall, the marketplace that led to the icehouses stood in ruins. What once was a lively center for trade had been turned into rows of tent-pitched barracks for Hylian soldiers. Further, the coliseum now housed prisoners of war, and towering catapults and cannons, instead of challenges of honor and festivity. It was as if the changes had happened overnight, the unfamiliar soldiers settling like stubborn mites in the sand. 

“It wouldn’t be wise for you to go out on your own.” The moblin said, breaking the tense silence that had settled between them. “If you would like some help down-” “I can manage, thank you.” She frowned, but broke her glare at the market in favor of turning on her heel and leaving the moblin to its patrol. 

Forgoing hopping down to the crates that led out into the desert, she instead returned to the rickety ladder that allowed her to slide back down into the courtyard. Despite a few raised eyebrows from the stationed guards in the area, the girl straightened her posture and strode back into the palace with a confidence usually foreign to children of twelve-or-so. 

Despite the chaos beyond the thick stone of the outer walls, the cool carved and sun-dappled halls of the palace itself were peaceful. The tapping of the girl’s shoes against the colorful floor tiles nearly felt like an affront to the chapel-quiet that had settled toward the throne room. At the very least she was able to slip into the grand chamber without much noise, with the heavy door left ajar to facilitate the collaborative breeze between the vast windows and the sheer curtains of the entryways. 

Bypassing the empty throne and its sunlit grandeur, the girl strolled over to kneel next to the plush couch in the more hospitable corner of the chamber. Ichor-stained hands rested atop a shallowly-breathing chest, the golden warmth of the light and the vibrant tones of a silken shawl unable to hide the sickly fragility of the figure to whom they belonged.

“Baba?” She murmured, pressing the back of her hand to their forehead, “How are you feeling?” A bit of a startle, pale blue eyes opening a little to compliment a soft smile, “I’m fine, baby. Just a little dizzy.” “If you’re feeling poorly, I can go get someone-” “No - No, please don’t.” The girl paused, brow furrowing, “Why?” “You know how he’ll get, when he hears.” A bit of a fidget, as much as they could manage, “Just, very… fussy.” 

She wasn’t convinced, but gentle hands grasped one of hers, “Instead, tell me about practice. Did you beat your time?” “The track is gone.” Her expression soured further, and blue eyes softened. “Oh. I’m sorry, baby.” “He promised he wouldn’t let them have it.” “He tried.” 

“Rova.” As if summoned, the door to the throne room opened more fully. The Gerudo King was stately despite the exhaustion that stained his features, his posture as noble and looming as ever and his golden eyes piercing as he entered the chamber. “Papa.” She answered, still holding one of her other parent’s hands as she stood. 

Whatever conversation she was expecting didn’t come, as the king rubbed a hand down his face, growling slightly as if he were attempting to scare off a headache. “Rova.” He began, again. “Yes?” “Give us a minute.” “But, I wanted to-” “Now, please.” A gentle squeeze at her hand, and Rova cast a wary look back down to the couch. However, a nod toward the door shooed her away, and she stalked past her father and out of the room. Though she ducked behind the heavy door and out of sight instead of truly leaving, crouching to peer through the gap between its hinges and the wall. 

While on any other day the Gerudo King would have noticed immediately and bid her properly to leave, his fatigue had either dulled his senses or drained him of his care on the matter. He knelt next to the couch in a similar way to his daughter and met the open arms of his spouse, pressing his lips to their cheek. “You’re feverish.” He muttered. “You’re exhausted.” They countered softly, already knitting their fingers through his thick, flame-red hair, “And you should go talk to your daughter.” “Later.” “What happened?” A sigh, letting his eyes fall closed, and the king rested their foreheads together. “Your meeting didn’t go well, then?”  “She fancies herself a conqueror.” “It’s not you she wants a war with, though…?” “She wants a supply of soldiers. Territory. Weapons. Hyrule commands that we nullify our treaty with the Rito, until the Highlands are surrendered.” “Or?” “Or we’re combatants, and treated accordingly.” Humming in thought, his spouse idly twisted a loose braid among his locks. He surrendered to the touch, shifting to nuzzle into the crook of their neck. 

“I think,” He continued, after a while, “It will be best if I send you and Rova elsewhere.” “Rova enjoys the coast. I’m not going anywhere, though.” “Don’t be difficult.” “Don’t be foolish.” 

The king pulled back to give a solemn look, a warning frown already answering, but Rova was already fleeing back down the corridor. 

[eva-artist-face]

A little Rova comic