#rxa

[vouai]

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man losing it over this otp prompt generator where u insert two characters and it gives u a setting, and been having some fun w rochefort/athos and compiled a good amount

//long post below bc i went a bit overboard and a bit of ramble, nothing coherent rlly

hmm feel obliged to add quick disclaimer in case anyone else reading, this is not about the bbc rochefort/athos, must mostly book/movie media compiled characterizations like playdoh in my mind

ok not gonna ramble for all tbh just want to save some of them here to go back to later

YEAH P MUCH THE BASIS so off to a great start!

rochefort either pretending to be sick or truly is.......either way when athos leans over and is nearly close enough to kiss, rochefort’s face is burning, waiting for the moment only for athos to press his forehead against his rochefort dies immediately

sweet, w both playing it off as if they didn’t spend an inordinate amount of time on them thinking of the other and if they would like it

oh can see athos being the “this is the dollar store how good could it b” good kush guy

next athos and rochefort get lost in ikea

rochefort puts his cold feet under athos so they even out this is the rule of equivalent (body warmth) exchange

;AKJ;FDKJKAD GOD !! 10 minutes later they say fck it and share it outside in the parking lot bc they both had a terrible day, might as well end it by sharing it w a stranger meanwhile the poor convenient store employee sighs in relief and makes a note to restock plenty tomorrow

rochefort hysterical laughing thru tears but also slightly emotional bc it’s Their Song ft kazoo

oof....ok the only bbc mention. had a bbc musketeers s2 fix it au where he can’t remember being a spy and then places himself in the musketeers (specific athos) care, forming bonds with them and being saved by them, inserting himself as an ally and friend, only then to regain his memories and realize he has to choose a side, haha..........

honestly have more of these saved than i care to admit might add some later

[sadisim]

Rumi’s Valentines Day special outfit for the date with Jelloooooo ~

She was a bit extra but seriously isn’t she the cutest? <3

Click for HQ~ 

[nottefierr]

i never draw good with just a pen

[jasonharper]

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[finnglas]

Ex spiritus

[i saw a pretty art and it inspired me so i ficced. mea culpa?]

He can feel Cabeswater breathing. He thinks of the steady, low thrum beneath his feet as the heartbeat, and laced through that is the gentle swell and ebb of...something. Energy. Life. Breath.

Don’t go, Cabeswater says, and he feels something cool and soft brush his ankle, the greedy cling of a young, tender vine. The tendril inches up under the worn cuff of his jeans, and he fights the impulse to kick it loose. Please don’t go.

He closes his eyes and lets himself feel it, the watery cling and sorrow of a dreamplace. A golden kind of sound hangs in the air, like a song waiting for a voice, and it stirs a deep, restless longing in him.

You have Aurora here to keep you company, he thinks toward the heartbeat, and the vine lets go quickly, slithering into the ground. I’ll visit when I come back. I won’t be gone forever.

The vine snaps back, and it brings others, older, stronger, bursting up out of the ground. They latch around him, and a thousand tiny voices shimmer in the leaves. Don’t leave us!

“I’m sorry,” Adam whispers. “I can’t stay.”

Then there are hands, large and rough and somehow familiar, cupping his jaw, his neck, fingers pushing into his hair. The vines release him and the air stills, Cabeswater holding its breath -- or is it just that he can’t catch his?

“Please.” The voice is as rough and warm as the hands, and just as familiar; even before he opens his eyes, he knows. Ronan stares at him, gaunt and shadowed, and the trees yearn toward them both, the way Adam can feel Ronan reaching for him and himself reaching back, a sweet ache pulsing through his hands where he clenches them by his side.

He tries to keep his eyes open when Ronan’s mouth brushes his, open and tender and testing, not quite a kiss. There’s a thrumming golden heat in the space between them, and when Adam inhales Ronan’s exhale, he thinks he must know how the first man felt, lurching into life with the breath of God inside him.

“I love you,” Ronan whispers, so quiet he’d think he imagined it if it weren’t seared into his skin. There’s a rough scrape of denim under his palms, Ronan’s hips bony and sharp when he presses against him. “Please don’t go.”

He can feel a galaxy of stars sparking to life everywhere they touch, a universe being born in their kiss, shivering and sliding together. When it fades, he opens his eyes and finds Ronan watching him, waiting. He nods slowly, grip tightening on Ronan’s hips. “Okay.”

Ronan and Cabeswater release their held breath at the same time, and Ronan’s smile tastes like the sun.

[finnglas]

confessions of a rxa shipper

i just... i have a mighty need for ronan and adam and flowers 

maybe even flower crowns

[america-ferrera-fan]

America Ferrera was seen strolling hand-in-hand with her husband Ryan Piers Williams towards the open-air Delacorte Theatre in New York's Central Park.