Jrwi Rolan Deep - Tumblr Posts
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Charlie Slimecicle
In His Mountain Goat Era | fluff | 680 words
I'm a dance major (and I'm not) 5 6 7 8! | fluff | 1.5k words
Life's too short not to rizz up the beautiful stranger in the club | fluff | 1.7k words
The Best of Us, The Worst of Us (The Last of Us) | fluff, heavy angst | 6.6k words
We Were (Never) Meant To Be | light angst | 955 words
I Still Love You (Do You?) | light angst | 1.3k words
a firefly in your night sky | comfort | 1.4k words
i'm in love with you too, dumbass | light angst, fluff | 4k words
you smile you snooze (i do, when i'm with you) | fluff | 1.4k words
you've captured me (and my heart) | suggestive | 1.4k words
photobooth shenanigans | fluff | 866 words
arm's length | light angst | 965 words
Just Roll With It
Blood in the Bayou
last one left in the bayou | AO3
Apotheosis
HTTYD angelstone au
The Suckening
thinking about Arthur Bennet and his twins
rolan deep on his knees in the shallow murky waters of the bayou. The red soaks through and stains his suit, one he can’t remember why he wears. His arm is jagged and mutilated, built for hurting, built for a soldier. That’s what he is now.
The water rises, the slowing heartbeat contracting and relaxing in time with his owm, and it pulls him further out away from the town. The queen is dying, as is he.
The water is warm, comforting. He lays back in it and lets it cover his wretched body. He turns to his left and sees himself, younger, and dead. He reaches out with his one good arm and hugs himself.
Rolan will die twice in the bayou, and this will be the last time. He lets out a last string of clicks, the sound making him feel sick to his stomach. He thinks of Rand and he thinks of Kian and he thinks of himself. The younger Rolan that hadn’t yet done anything wrong.
The heartbeats stop. And rolan dies.
soda/theo 🤝 rolan deep
carrying cans of carbonated drinks (soda/alcohol)