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[mrsrookhunt]

Arkham Eddie this. Dano Eddie that. I am absolutely baffled as to why SOLITAIRE Eddie doesn’t come up more. NOBODY writes for him. I CANT WRITE ENOUGH FOR ONE MAN DAMMIT. EVERYONE RECOGNIZES THAT HES A GREAT CHARACTERIZATION BUT NO ONE EVER CONSIDERS HIM FOR FANFICS. THE UTTER LACK OF YOGURT MAN IS APPALLING

Reasons why I think he should be beloved

Has the more mature design charm of telltale riddler

Extremely calculating & very detailed basically everything that a riddler should be

Charisma? Off the charts

LORE? Even MORE off the charts he’s PERFECTLY PETTY AND PRETTY JUST THE WAY A RIDDLER SHOULD BE

IMPLICATIONS of lore ALSO off the charts

INNER THOUGHTS?? THOUGHTING.

MEDITATION? FUCK YEAH ELUCIDATING THE IMAGE OF RIDDLER TRYING YOGA CLASSES IN ARKHAM

RIDDLES? EXCELLENT

OUTFIT??? MAGNIFICENT

FRIGHTENING? IN A SADISTICALLY SEXY WAY

SETTING PERSONAL BOUNDARIES???? KING BEHAVIOR

LIKES YOGURT??????

LISTENS TO MUSIC = RELATABLE

HE’S 100% LISTENING TO PIERCE THE VEIL

DID I MENTION HE LIKES YOGURT??? CHARACTER REVELATION BASICALLY FUCK

HE HAS BIG BEAUTIFUL BROWN DOE EYES FOR A SINGLE PANEL AND THE FACT THAT THERES NO FAN ART FOR THAT IS A CRIME

MAGICALLY CHANGING HAIR COLOR. IS IT RED. IS IT BROWN. NOBODY KNOWS

A REGULAR AVERAGE BODY. NOT HOLLYWOOD’S STANDARD HOT GUY. NO CHISELED JAW. PLUS A HOOKED NOSE???? ARUGH. SHOWS SIGNS OF NATURAL AGING TOO???!?!?! WOOF WOOF AWOOOOOGA

PLEASE FOR THE SAKE OF THE UNIVERSE AND ALL THAT HANGS IN THE BALANCE, CAN WE ALL PRETTY PLEASE START WRITING FOR SOLITAIRE RIDDLER?????

thanks for coming to this pent up rage session your attendance was mandatory but greatly appreciated

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I felt the cool touch of his fingertips. And then it was soft. Not the blankets. Not where I lay, half dead. I was soft. I had fallen for my captor.

The Woods | Yan!Monster!Rook Hunt x Reader | Chapter one

WARNING! EXPLICIT VIOLENT CONTENT! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Hey guys, I’m almost 18 now so I’m going to let a few of my darker stories escape the vault lol. Please enjoy. This is one of my favorites that I’ve ever come up with.

Details: Reader is she/her, in her 20s, Rook is 29 in appearance, age unknown. Rook is an unspecified forest creature with a human form. He works as a butcher, and has a human job simply to people watch. Kidnapping, threats, gore. Not proofread.

Reader’s eyes

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It couldn’t have been past noon on the day that I disappeared. A bright, early winter morning in January. Too early. No one would know I was gone until I never came home. How long did I have to live? Hours? Minutes?

How much longer could I survive, tied up in the back of a rusted green pickup truck, bound and gagged like an animal, clawing my own hands in a desperate effort to escape my mind, knowing I could not escape my bonds?

They say the first 4 hours are crucial to finding a missing person. No one would even start looking for me until the 8 hour mark. Maybe even 24 hours, if the police assumed I had left of my own accord. But no, I hadn’t chosen to leave. Hadn’t chosen to be drugged at a small-town farmers market and dragged into the forest while a man I’d vaguely known around the town for his curiously creepy smile and generally eerie nature pressed his palm to my mouth to cover up my weak screams.

It was broad daylight. There were people. I don’t know how no one saw him do it. Did he time it that perfectly? Could a human being even get it that right?

No witnesses, no traces, no evidence. I knew it in my bones by the time I was gagged. He was known for his silent footsteps, his nature so intertwined with creeping around the forest floor; a professional hunter, a respectful young man, a local butcher with a smile on his face every morning. Every person knew the name Rook Hunt, and believed the esteemed respect that it carried. Sure, some people thought he was a bit… off. Not right in the head. But, who would be completely with it, spending every day in the forest, among the wilderness? No one. They’d never come looking for me at his home, miles outside of town. No. He was too respected to ever be a suspect.

They say the woods do strange things.

I vaguely wonder if he was ever different before. Would he ever have thought of something like this with horror creeping across his face? The disgust of the rational? Or was he born with the a soul half shattered, broken from the beginning?

And then the truck stops.

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I don’t sit up. Not when 5 minutes pass. Not when 10 do.

I don’t know if it’s a trap. I don’t know if when I sit up, I’ll commit myself to a death sentence, like a bear with its paw halfway inside, too late to realize the metal teeth are closing in. Too slow to turn back.

Instead, I pretend I’m still asleep. Pretend whatever poison he gave me hasn’t worn off ages ago. Hope he doesn’t know how long the effects last. Pray he’ll believe.

20 minutes pass before the truck bed opens suddenly, with the loud screech of rusted metal. Almost enough to jolt me. But fear has kept me frozen.

A slow clapping sound fills the air.

My heart sinks to my stomach.

“Very good, mon Cherí. An amicable performance. So very clever; but certainly not clever enough.” He tsks. “Prey rarely escapes by standing still.”

I feel a tug on my feet, and I realize that I can hardly move anyways. He’s right. It hadn’t even occurred to me to try. I discover that my arms and legs are heavy, my fingers numb; I’m not sure whether it’s with ice, poison, or the fear that seems to paralyze me inside regardless of the actual physical state of my limbs.

My eyes burn, open wide as he drags me to the edge of the truck bed.

I don’t like what he does next. It’s so swift, I hardly have time to register movement as I process the dizziness that comes with being scooped into someone’s arms from a resting position I’ve been in for hours.

I try to scream, but only the weakest garbled noise comes out. My jaw is slack and it gives me an instant headache as I try to move my head.

“Shhh… shh.. Be kind, dear. These woods, they have ears. They don’t take so kindly to loud sounds.”

Shh

Like I’m a child who has no right to be upset. Throwing a tantrum. Not fighting for my life.

The words slap me in the face with a poignant sting that leaves me contemplating my future.

Does he see me as something small? Inferior?

Is that an easier justification for killers? Is it easier to take a life, when they view something as beneath them?

Is this how he treats the animals he hunts? Or, judging by the reverence he has for their pelts and fine cuts of meat, am I an anomaly that means even less?

Before the staticky haze even clears from my eyes, the loud creak of a door handle assaults my tender senses.

The door closes behind us swifter than I imagined someone carrying a whole person’s weight would’ve been able to do. I feel something I haven’t felt the pleasure of in hours, and suddenly the pain in my fingertips, on my face and nose hits me all at once as the effects of the cold seem to suddenly set in.

Warmth. Heat. A blessing, as we move through what looks to be a living room. I soak it all in, for a moment forgetting my circumstances as I recall one of the basic human needs, shelter from the elements.

The heat doesn’t soak in long enough.

Another door opens; and as we descend weathered, concrete stairs, this room is hardly warmer than the chilled blasts outside.

It’s just a basement. With a small electric space heater and a blanket. A line of wooden cabinets with tools, clean and shiny.

A… Butcher’s block. The bile rises in my stomach. Tucked in the corner, next to the cabinets; a tall wooden block on wheels, for easy access to every side. Unfinished wood. Less clean. Less shiny. Dulled with brown stains on the top and dripping down the sides.

The oiled golden stain of the wood can do nothing to distract from the blood stains.

I can do no more looking around, as he sets me down on the blanket, gentler than I expect.

A chill runs through me as the space heater barely clicks to life. Half of it is out. The other half seems to burn too bright.

Hunt says nothing, leaning over me with an unsettling leer that turns into a smile filled with a sort of cold kindness that I cannot imagine, suddenly, how was ever filled with any sort of warmth at all.

His bright eyes pierce me in the dim light of the room. What was he looking for?

Something I can use as a weapon? A resolve? A will to survive and escape him?

Or was he looking for the perfect place to cut?

Was he finding the spot he knew would be most precise to carve?

Or was I just imagining things?

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Rook’s eyes

The chill of the basement is almost suitable for the icy glare in her eyes. The determination I see within them can hold no candle to any intent I may bear.

Beauté!

Though this moment would certainly hold its beauty through the passage of time if only I had captured it on camera…

That expression. Trés bien! It shall never exist again in any moment in time. What a shame.

Ah, I am not a patient man.

But even so, I must hold on. Desperate as I may be. Trust is key. And I must earn it.

Oh la la… I can hardly wait for the moment she understands.

“… Your day is coming, Ma Cherí.”

Reader’s eyes

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He drawls, a gleam in his eyes telling the tale of a sickening excitement I fear may consume me in the end.

He ascends up the stairs quickly and suddenly, leaving me with the ghost of a joyful tune he hummed to himself as he left.

Even the horror cannot keep me up long. My body aches for a recovery only found in rest. It isn’t long before I find solace in the comforting embrace of sleep.

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Hope y’all enjoyed the first chapter! I am trying to get back into writing and I hope to be back with more soon. It was so fun to finally flesh this idea out after years of holding onto it. As I said, I hope to make this my most powerful yandere story yet, and I hope it speaks to my Yan!Rook lovers out there! Have a good week, everyone.

June 24th, 2025

-Kaori

[mrsrookhunt]

I called it two years ago!! I said malleus is losing a horn. Knew it!! It’s such a beautiful symbolic reference to how much pain he’s been through and how much he fears loss, and yet, at the same time— it sets him free.

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Learning to Love Again | Zero Year! Edward Nygma X Reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

This isn’t good so I’m probably just gonna request better authors to write their versions LOL but I’ll give it a shot. Sorry for the 2 year hiatus!

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At first, Eddie is so hesitant to be touched. He’s scared— fearful of touch, terrified of the consequences of any hand laid upon him except his own.

Years of being mistreated have made every touch a painful one, whether it intends to inflict pain or not. The strike of fear through his body as it hammers into his heart is too close to the feeling that comes before a blow. He, a man with much to hide, does not feel he is a man with much to love. It’s one of his only insecurities, though he hates to admit it even to himself. The experiences he’s had consume his ability to open his heart to new ones.

When you first come into the picture, he does not consider how much he needs to put into the relationship— cocky as always, he wants the benefits, without the expectation of giving back the love he demands. He makes it clear that touch is hardly his thing. You kissed him once, and he used it as an excuse to make a dramatic scene of repulsion by it.

Really, the issue was that it’d caught him off guard. It was scary, new, and unfamiliar to him. Something he didn’t expect, and wasn’t ready to feel. The warmth in the pit of his stomach that came after the dread. The hypnotic buzz in his brain that made his mind go blank and dull for the moment it lasted.

For months, there was no touch— no care, no affections, between the two of you.

His and your desires in a relationship could not be more different.

Finally, it comes up. In the form of an argument, an angry outburst of pain as you cannot grasp why he cannot accept the very base of human love and affection. It’s painful for both, but Eddie needs to hear it. To know that he has caused pain, in his attempt to distance himself from his own.

After the dust settles, you give him options. You can go your separate ways, or he can start working on this. He needs to. The human body desperately needs that affection to function, and he needs to confront his fear of it.

He chooses the latter. It takes him a while— his ego hurts him deeply as he grapples with the thought that he’s done anything wrong at all, that anything he’s done could have consequences in his personal life. But eventually, he gets the message. He can’t avoid this. He has to do it, if he wants to keep the one person who’d ever loved him the way he always felt he’d deserved.

It starts off with small touches. You kiss him in the morning, he kisses you in the evening. It’s soft, and brief, but it helps you let him know that not all touches equal brutality and painful endings. It’s hard to unlearn concepts derived from desperation, but overtime, you get there. It’s slow, and sometimes painful in its own way, but it means a lot.

Eddie becomes far more receptive to the occasional touch— a hug, a kiss, maybe even the rare snuggle. It takes months, but he find his way into it, eventually.

The day you find yourself slow dancing with him in the kitchen, laughing, relaxed, his hands on your hips and yours around his neck— is the first time you’re ever sure, with a certainty so great, you have the overwhelming urge to cry, that everything will be alright.

You’re the first person who’s ever showed him that care; that love, that deep down, every human instinctually desires. After he lets go of the damning idea that he couldn’t possibly need someone to love him— your relationship becomes what it needed to be. What you and Eddie needed.

Over time, Eddie becomes the main initiator of intimacy & affections. He desperately craves touch, and try as he might to hide it with his ego, he fails in his actions. His desire to curl up on you, snuggle with you in the shower, or lean over your shoulder as you brush your teeth to give you the softest kisses to the neck. To him, you’re his everything.

He may have days where he doesn’t want to be touched, or he still gets that rush of adrenaline and dread, but it leaves quickly. You’re his new rock. The person who taught him that maybe not all touch is, was a new means of suffering. Maybe, it can make the heart bloom instead of shrink.

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Once again, sorry for the two year hiatus! :p

-Kaori

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I’m working on writing more I’m just lazy LOL sorry guys

Works in progress:

• TWST X Reader SEQUEL TO THE LAB BABY SERIES!!!

• ZY! Edward Nygma X Reader cuddling/touch hcs

• Music Meister X Reader Partners in Crime hcs

So small update yall O///O hope your day is going well! Returning soon!

[mrsrookhunt]

I GOT HIS ASS IN ONE PULL THE HAPPINESS I AM FEELING CANNOT BE EXPRESSED!!!!!

Have a video of my husband speaking bc when he speaks everyone stops to listen

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Everyone’s heard the ‘Rook is related to Robin Hood’ theory yeah yeah yeah. But there’s one glaring paradox here: Rook IS the rich one. And he doesn’t give to the poor, as we can see when Ruggie is eating dandelions for lunch and he doesn’t even offer to help like damn we know you got the money 😭

Guys…. We’re gonna have to pull a Mangione on Rook 😦

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Yeah, they told him if he didn’t stop staring at Leona he would miss out on the rest of life around him 💔

Yuu’s Pajama Rook Reaction

Yuu: *bursting into Rook’s room* Happy Birthd—

Yuu: …

Rook: …

Yuu: Could you… stand up for me? Just for a sec

Rook stands, suspicious

Yuu: Would you say you’ve… awoke to such a clatter you arose from your bed to see what was the matter?

Rook: 😐

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Yuu’s Pajama Rook Reaction

Yuu: *bursting into Rook’s room* Happy Birthd—

Yuu: …

Rook: …

Yuu: Could you… stand up for me? Just for a sec

Rook stands, suspicious

Yuu: Would you say you’ve… awoke to such a clatter you arose from your bed to see what was the matter?

Rook: 😐

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Guys I nightgown’d my Rook plushie 💘💘💘

(I am a terrible sewer & grounded so I’m not allowed to use my sewing machine, pretend this looks better than it actually does)

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FUCKING SOBBING. I FUCKING LOVE HIM. THE BOWS IN HIS HAIR. THE EVERYTHING. HE IS PERFECTION.

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Rook Hunt after Escaping the Baptismal Pool

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Mf got that 1800s witchcraft level white linens fr

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GOOD MORNING ROOK HUNT FANS!!

I HAVE APPARENTLY MARRIED A BARD FROM 1639 (and I would do it again)

ITS THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEARRRRR

Where the Rook cards are dropping and hearts are a glowing, we’ll be of good cheer… it’s the WONDERFUL time, it’s the most wonderful time, OF THE YEARRRRRRRRRR

I think they’re just playing a prank on us considering everyone always headcanoned he’d wear something similar LMAO

FUCKING LOVE THIS RAWWWWWRRRRRRE RAWRRORROOROR OMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM

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PLEASE CHECK OUT THIS KICKSTARTER!!

Calling all TWST fans!!! This small business (Tyrentar on social media) has put out a Kickstarter for some really awesome TWST Ita bags, and they’re not getting a lot of attention— let’s fix it! It’d be really cool if you could please share this and let’s see if we can get these goals far surpassed! 🫶🫶🫶💗💗

(sorry guys, tumblr refuses to let me post with the link! You can find these Ita bags under the creator’s name (Tyrentar) and on social media by the same handle!) 💗💗

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GOT THE OFFICIAL EN TRANSLATION TWST ART BOOK TODAY!!!

LITERALLY SCREAMING!! This was preorder, and it was delayed so I imagine everyone else is getting theirs too about now. But anyways, here’s some characters I think y’all will be the most interested to see!!

Not sure why they’re uploading upside down lol

Anyways let me know if there’s anymore characters yall wanna see!! Every character also has a banner page, card art behind the scenes and the arts for their ceremonial robes and labwear cards! I was slightly disappointed in the lack of dorm uniform card arts (which was what I was most looking forward to), but I supposed I shall have to seek those from the next art book that comes out 💔

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Epel: SOMEBODY COME GITTT HERRR SHE'S DANCING LIKE A STRIPPERRRR

Yuu: *gently vibing*

Rook/Malleus: *bursting in the door* WHERE?!?

Epel: See, I told ya we could lure 'em in if we tried.