#Rod Widdensov

[sabineelectricheart]

Hidden Under the Canopy of the Trees

Summary: Rod and Lucette steal a moment for themselves in the damp darkness of the forest.

Rating: MA - Content is only suitable for mature adults. May contain explicit language and adult themes.

Words: 1100

Notes: We all know that Rod’s a pervert. That’s why he “thinks so loud”. Poor Sebby, the things he must’ve seen!

“You have to be quiet, darling.” Rod said against her ear.

That rare, precious voice wrapped itself around Lucette like the soft morning breeze on the open wheat fields, gently caressing her limbs with soft touches, sending shivers down her spine. The darkness of the shadows from the forest trees kept his features hidden from her, allowing the adopted prince to kiss her lips with his, tasting her with his tongue finding hers, dancing like mischievous birds that were chasing one another.

“Rod, if you don’t hurry, we’ll have to…” The rest of her sentence evaporated into silence.

Her head tilted back as his clothed cock rubbed against her heat, pushing her closer to the edge of desperation she was balancing on. The winds are blowing stronger through the woods and the birds chirp their own song, telling them of the safety of their temporary abode. The forest will guard them, even when they are not able to guard themselves anymore.

“Be patient, I’m right here.” The blond man muttered against her lips.

His cold fingers worked on lifting her skirts and helping her legs snake out of her hosen. For a moment, he lifted her off his lap, giving her enough space to shuffle out of her clothes while he pulled his cock free.

For days, they have been teasing one another, but no time had been free for them to give into their longing. No longer were they taking care of their shared kingdom, no longer there are matters of state interest to be attended to, no more guests or lessons, no more curses to be broken or cast.

Now, as it was just the two of them alone in the woodland, they were desperate to give into the passion thumping through their bodies.

“You’re soaked, darling. You’re so warm and so good.” He teased.

Lucette crawled back into his lap, thighs spread for him and his wandering hands. His raspy words felt like bullets piercing through her skin, leaving her crying and begging, she was addicted to her own stepbrother, to his taste, his touches, and his kind heart.

The blond kissed her neck. “Maker, I can’t wait to feel you.”

Rod’s fingers brushed through her slit, he was spreading her arousal on her clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves with his heart roaring in excitement. The crown princess could not stop her moans from bleeding from her lips, she could not help but move even closer to him, hand finding his cock in the shade.

“Rod…” His name rolled off her tongue, echoing through the humid darkness with desperation guiding it through the void. “Fuck me, I’m begging you.”

Without replying to her words, Rod lifted her hips, he grasped his cock, ran his tip through her slit a few times before she sank down on him.

Both moaned in unison, eyes fluttering close to let the sweet sensation wash through them. For a moment nothing moved, no sounds could be heard, it was just the two lovers and their racing hearts. Falling in love all over again.

Lucette started to move up and down his cock, fucking herself with it. The man’s hands wandered to her sides, stroking her soft skin with his head resting against the metallic seat. Both felt like they were floating, weightless bodies that kept moving through space, guided by their love. Even if they would fade to nothing within the next moments, they’d stayed connected, bodies and souls.

“Rub my clit, please.” The usually stoic lady moaned her plea.

She needed more, wanted to feel his thumb pushing her to her limits as his tip brushed against her swollen spot.

A few groans rumbled through the other prince as his hand found her cunt. She could feel him deep inside of her, buried to the hilt with every ferocious thrust.

“Hold onto me, princess.” Rod rose from the damp soil, with his hands placed on her behind, keeping her close until he pushed her against the nearest tree bark.

He fucked into her with his moans clawing through him. It was raw, rough and dirty, though something about it felt awfully intimate. Even as a string of curses rumbled through him, Lucette felt her heart fluttering in excitement.

“I love you, Rod.” She moaned.

“I love you.” He replied to her words with a kiss pressed to her swollen lips.

His hips snapped against hers, Rod tried to keep her head away from the wall, not wanting to hurt her as he fucked her raw. Soon enough, both would cum for the first time that fortnight, followed by a few shared kisses before they would find themselves again in town, in the palace, being watched closely and having to say goodbye to what they share.

This is the way. this love is what they have been born for, made for one another in the stars before they have found their life in this universe.

“I’m close, I...” She warns, scratching his pale back.

Lucette’s walls fluttered around his cock and, judging from his moans, Rod was just as close to his orgasm, ready to fill her with his cum painting her fleshy insides white.

“Cum inside of me, Rod.” She commanded.

“Are you sure?” He asked, surprised by the request.

For a moment his pace began to falter, his eyes are searching for hers in the darkness, bodies connected by slow thrusts. The please that left her urged him on to find his pace again, he kept spearing her on his cock with his teeth nibbling on her throat.

“Yes. They won’t be able to keep me away from you, then.” He smiled and began his thrusting anew. “I’m going to fill you up. Fuck, I want to see you round with my child. Beautiful, darling.”

Both came in unison, pushed over the edge with their hearts racing and their vision blurred. His heat began to spread through her, her walls clamped down on his cock, desperately trying to keep the man close.

As her muscles give out, spent with the physical activity that they shared together, Lucette begins to slip down the tree bark, wishing for the soft embrace of the damp soil beneath.

“I got you, don’t let go.” The man assures her.

Carefully, Rod pulled out of her. He had to stabilize her frame, pushed against his naked chest with his chin placed on top of her head. He felt her heart pumping in her chest, calling out to him with the sweetest tune, and with the sun setting behind the two, they kept strengthening their bond.

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Cinderella Phenomenon Masterlist

[aoikasaa]

hello everyone !! somehow or another, the Cinderella Phenomenon charms are finally complete !! there are 8 characters in this charm series, and I'll be releasing a preview of them every three days according to route order, starting with Rod :"))

fun fact: referencing the jasmines drawn in the corner of Rod's gallery in Evermore, his favorite flower is most likely the downey jasmine specifically, which doesn't have much of a scent unlike the common jasmine

! notes:

the design reveal posts will be scheduled posts as i'm on holiday, so i'll be slower in replying to any questions/concerns regarding the charms

pre-orders will open sometime in Nov, so keep an eye out or follow for more updates <3

check out the other cast reveals here!

[fairytale-poll]

ROUND 1C, MATCH 3 OUT OF 8!

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Nerissa:

[No Propaganda Submitted]

Rod:

Rod has a fairy tale curse based on the little mermaid. He traded his voice to become a prince so the girl he liked would notice him, but if his loved one does not return his feelings, he will turn into seafoam. The only way to counteract the curse is for the loved one to return his feelings, or for him to kill his loved one with a knife brought to him by his sibling.

Rod has, like many other in the series, had a Fairytale Curse put on him. In his case he becomes mute, only able to speak from the plush rabbit, Sebby, that sits on his shoulder. In his path you find out it's because he wanted to become a prince to marry his childhood friend, Viorica. Like the original Little Mermaid he will become seafoam die if his love is unrequited or he doesn't kill her lover.

[wizardessfleur]

My Aesthetics (nº66): Cinderella Phenomenon - Rod Benedikt Widdensov

[loosesodamarble]

Hi Erika! I’m so glad you’re playing my game too (thanks for the reblog! 🥰). 💖 please? Thank you 🥺

Hee hee! Im very happy to be using your ask game too! Takes me a bit of time to answer but that’s because I wanna give good answers. 😅💖

And now for me to tell you what characters you remind me of~!

Finral Roulacase (Black Clover)

You love the Space Bros very much so I at first thought to compare you to Finesse. But someone already beat me to it… However, thinking again, Finral suits you just as well if not better. You’re very open with your heart, like Finral (at least from what you show online). And while you might not be the aggressive type, you can get fired up for what you believe in like him.

Emelaigne Widdensov (Cinderella Phenomenon)

I also think you’re like Emelaigne (a supporting character from a beloved otome of mine). Em is unfortunately not present in many of the routes (poor baby girl only plays a major role in Rod’s route and 😭), and well, I can’t interact with you as much as I’d like to. But I understand that you have to take your breaks and put yourself first. Still, even though you’re not online all the time, you are always loved and appreciated, like Emelaigne. Also like her, you see the best in others and show a strong will when the situation calls for it.

And finally,

Emilico (Shadows House)

I think you’re like Emilico from Shadows House! She’s cheerful! You’re cheerful! You both shows determination in difficult circumstances. And similar to how Emilico brings out the best in those around her, I think you do an excellent job of showing the nuance and love of a tough character like Langris. Not quite the same, but a similar ideal. 💖

[wukindly]

I want to thank everyone who is sending me their requests. They are still open, so, please, keep sending them in!

Check out the characters I'm writing for here.

[yourfaveisyourfave]

Rod Widdensov from Cinderella Phenomenon

Requested by anonymous

[gicette]

i’m scared. i’ve never fallen from quite this high, falling into your ocean eyes. 

[nerosoraru]

i did this with my finger bc my stylus is broken so its awful but theres no emelaigne art?

[otomes-and-tears]

Hi! You said in your post that you accepted requests for Cnderella phenomenon. I read your rules and I have two prompts that I believe that fit your rules. The first prompt is a Lucette/Rod soulmates AU. The second prompt is Lucette's wedding with Rod. Sorry if I misunderstood any of your rules. Since you have an AO3 account, you can fullfil my prompts there if you like the ideas. I can't put the link, but you just have to search for the "otome games SFW plot bunnies" prompt meme challenge.

♦ redamancy (1/?) ♦

► tags/warnings: Rod x Lucette, Soulmate!Au, Implied/referenced child abuse.

► words: 1216

► summary: Fate, Lucette discerned, never had been particularly kind to her. It was a bothersome thing. An annoyance, really. She has been born with everything, all the pretty dolls and jewellery that any girl could ever dream of. Servants waiting on her, ready to realise her every whim. She had everything. Everything except a soulmate. ► a/n: Also being posted on AO3 ♡ ► Masterlist

“Mother, are you and father in true love? Like in the fairytales?”

It seemed like the wrong thing to say, judging by how her mother’s lips quirked downwards, displeased. 

Anyone living in the palace was accustomed to the tiny intricacies of Hildyr’s expressions. The way her brow furrowed in annoyance, or the specific way she held herself when she was angry.

It was an important skill to acquire while living in the palace, but no servants, not even the king himself were quite as adept as Lucette, the crown princess.

She loved her mother, truly.

Even when she was harsh, her mother would always be truthful and teach her the most valuable lessons.

That’s why she learned not to bother her, to be able to read her moods to guarantee that she wasn't being a burden.

That’s why she mustn’t waste her time with questions unless they’re truly important.

Still, as silly as it seemed, knowing this was of the utmost importance to Lucette.

At her age, a soul mark was bound to appear anytime and she needed to be prepared!

“I thought I forbid you to speak of fairytales. Have you been reading them?”

“N-no, Mother.” Lucette said, truthfully. She considered stealing one or two books but figured it wouldn’t be worth her mother’s ire. “I overheard someone in the palace talking about it today.”

“Then I have to find that person and make sure that they know what an appropriate topic of conversation in the palace is.”

“B-but mother, the true love in fairytales sounds so nice! Do you think I can fall in love with a prince?”

Her mother’s brows furrowed in annoyance. Lucette could feel it in the air— the static-y tension that arose every time she made a misstep.

She didn’t mean to insist. Didn’t mean to speak out of turn, but she really wished to know why.

Weren’t her parents in love? Why are they married then? 

She heard whispers in the corridors about mother not being blessed with a marking. About her father being bound to another. Were these things true? Were they not just nasty rumours?

Hildyr’s hand touched Lucette’s chin, gently raising her head so that her mother could properly see her.

She smiled. It was the same smile she always gave before giving her a lesson.

Her answer wouldn’t please Lucette, she could already tell. None of mother’s lessons were ever things she’d wanted to hear, after all, but there was no use in being told comfortable lies only to have the truth revealed later on.

Lucette was a big girl of ten and the crown princess, she more than needed to be told the truth.

“Dearest one, true love like that does not exist.” She said, firmly. Lucette did her best to hide the disappointment she felt at the statement. “The love between mother and child is the truest kind. It cannot be replicated by anything else.” 

“But… What about soulmates?”

“All other kinds of love are an illusion. My love is all you will ever need. Do you understand me, my heart?”

“Yes, mother.”

—

Fate, Lucette discerned, never had been particularly kind to her.

It was a bothersome thing. An annoyance, really.

She has been born with everything, all the pretty dolls and jewellery that any girl could ever dream of, Servants waiting on her, ready to realise her every whim.

She had everything.

Everything except a soulmate.

She used to yearn for it, at a young age. 

Stand in front of the mirror and check every inch of her body for a mark, any mark, any indication that her soulmate was there and that they existed.

But it had been for nought. No markings ever appeared and she had been burdened with the knowledge that she was, in fact, alone.

It seemed fitting. Her father never loved her, he didn’t even like her most days, the servants would at best shower her with apathy and her own kingdom despised her despite Lucette not having ever set foot outside of the castle walls.

Mother had been Lucette’s only source of love, but she was long gone now, leaving only her lessons in her wake.

Romantic love, her mother taught her, was an illusory thing.

A useless invention. Something made to distract people from their duties.

Soulmates were much the same. An invisible shackle bound to your ankle. A mysterious magic made to limit people’s potential, a weakness.

It was a good thing Lucette didn’t have one, she had said, these things only cause heartbreak. They could only stop her from achieving greatness, like her mother.

Not long after Lucette’s questions about soulmates, exposing one’s soulmark and even the mention of fated ones made the list of the unmentionable topics in the castle, with strict punishment for noncompliance.

And with that, for years following, Lucette barely thought about it.

—

Emelaigne had a soul mark.

Because of course, she did.

Her new step-sister had a way of always managing to get things that Lucette had failed to acquire, even if she seemed to be a failure in all other regards.

Still, she had a soul mark that she loved to show off:

A white carnation on her left shoulder.

Purity .

Luck .

Pure love .

What a fucking joke .

Emelaigne’s mother, Ophelia, also had one:

A single forget-me-not, that seemed to perfectly match King Genaro’s.

Lucette had never even seen his marking before, the small flower on his wrist, against his pulse, being hidden by cufflinks and gloves before her mother’s death.

The only person in that family who didn’t seem quite as comfortable showing his soul mark off was Rod, who scarcely even mentioned it.

It made him slightly less intolerable than the rest of his family, in her eyes. It wasn’t strong praise, since he carried his own brand of despicable, but Lucette’s hatred towards him lessened by his inclination to keep to himself and not rub her inadequacy in her face, like his sister seemed to often do (even if, admittedly, accidentally).

Still, he had one.

She was certain of it, since Ophelia and Emelaigne would always talk about when he’d meet them instead of awkwardly side-stepping the topic like her father often did with her, when he even remembered her lack of soulmate.

Lucette had no idea what it was or where it was located, but the existence of Rod’s soulmate was a certainty.

(Distantly, she wondered what his mark looked like, but she banished these frivolous thoughts as soon as they appeared)

It was bad enough to be forced into playing happy families with commoners, but even worse when she was made to feel so out of place when this was supposed to be her court. Her family.

Maybe this is why her father showed them so much love and care.

They had marks.

They had a soul bond.

They were, by definition, loveable . 

Lucette was no such thing.

He heard it often, Servants in the corridors whispering about how she didn’t have a mark because she lacked a soul. These cutting remarks bothered her far more than she ever cared to admit, even if they came from those below her.

(Distantly, she wondered if their jokes had a small backing in truth).

Not for the first time, she wished they’d all disappear.

[otome-corner-cafe]

[sabineelectricheart]

Curse-Breaking Nightmare

Summary: Rod dreams of the night that he broke his curse. He leaves to find his girlfriend sleeping on her room.

Rating: T - Suitable for teens, 13 years and older, with some violence, minor coarse language, and minor suggestive adult themes.

Words: 1000

Notes: I mean, out of all curses, that one seems to be the harshest, though the wish was also the grandest.

Lucette is having a quiet, tranquil dream. Those where nothing in particular never happen, but rather a sequence of calming images mumbled together in a dark picture, more of what the concept of relaxed muscles would be if they were sensible to the eye.

Then, she is awake.

"Huh?" She groaned, more in surprise than in annoyance as her bedroom flooded with light.

A quick glance at the pendulum clock resting on one corner of the room pointed that it was 2:13 on the morning, a rather odd time for someone to come into her chambers, regardless of the reason. It is then that her body tenses up and she jumps to see who it was, lest it is an assassin sent for her head.

The princess turned her squinted eyes towards her open door, where a tall silhouette was stood, hunched over in its frame.

As the light hits the platinum blond hair on their head, Lucette can recognize this figure to be her boyfriend, though it was worrying as to why he would show up in the dead of night. He usually slept just fine, going to bed and waking up in inflexible hours.

He is well-disciplined even when unconscious, the red-haired princess notes with mirth.

“Is there anything on the matter, Rod?” She asked, her throat still a little hoarse from sleep.

"Can I please…?" Rod croaked out, his voice breaking off before he could even finish speaking.

Instinctively, the girl shifted over in her bed, redistributed the pillows and patted the new space next to her. Her unspoken invitation led him straight under her covers, his arms instantly winding around her waist as he pressed his forehead into the crook of her neck.

The young princess knew better than to pressure him into speaking, so she simply lets him lay against her, her hand soothing up and down his back in an earnest attempt to help slow his breathing and calm his restless spirit.

"I just had to make sure you were safe." He murmured, tensing his thin arms around her as if she would disappear at any moment.

His position effectively hid his face from view, and the darkness of the moonless sky would banish any possibility for her to see his face in any turn that she can make. Nevertheless, the feeling of his warm tears slipping onto her skin betrayed his deception.

"Of course, I am safe. I am perfectly fine." Lucette reassured him calmly. "Did you have a nightmare?"

Rod only hummed to confirm her suspicions, but she could feel his breathing even out slowly.

“I dreamt about the day we broke the curse. I dream about that much too often, to be completely honest.” He muttered. “I dream that I kill you under that spell, or that Emelaigne convinces me to kill you out of my own will. It is terrifying and I always wake up drenched in sweat. Crying, too, most often.”

“Rod, I don’t…” She begins to respond.

“Don’t.” He cut her off. “Do not say anything of it. I do not want to hear your pity, so do not waste it on me. Just stay there.”

After a small pause, he shuffled around to be eye-to-eye with his stepsister, with the side of his face pressed into the side of her pillow. She could feel the warmth of his body due to the small size of the bed, and he was sure she would be able to hear his racing heart.

Lucette notes with a chuckle that her father probably never bothered to commission her a larger bed in fears of having her a guest on it. Now, the narrowness come as a feature, not a bug, when it comes to his stepson.

The orange fire light from the torches under her window crept through the windows and illuminated his face ever so slightly and the small, comfortable smile that was on it.

"Are you alright?" She whispers, resting a palm on his cheek.

The girl brushed away a few damp tear-trails from the soft skin on his face, which made his eyes flutter shut in content. He found comfort in her steady presence.

She is glad that the boy came to her this time. He usually bottled everything up or resorted to anger to deal with everything, and if the debacle with his curse comes to prove anything, it is that this is hardly constructive behaviour.

Rod nodded, moving a hand of his up to his face to hold hers, "Yeah, thank you for letting me come in here."

"You are always welcome here." Lucette smiles back. "I love you, remember?"

"I love you too." Her boyfriend smiles back, then seals his words with a soft kiss to her lips.

It is remarkably chaste, and it only lasts for a couple of seconds, but when he pulls away, he lays an arm over her waist and gently tugs her figure, pressing closer to him. Now, her head is buried in the crook of his neck, with his arms delicately but securely wrapped around her, holding her firm in position.

"I am not going to die. I am not going anywhere, Rod, and I am certainly not leaving you behind. You out of anyone should know that." she mumble.

The blond prince could not help but smile at her. Even whilst half-asleep, even when he does not want it, she managed to reassure him. It is difficult to believe that he once thought that she was completely incapable of kindness and solidarity.

Before he could even reply, Lucette succumbed to her tiredness again and had fell asleep against him. All he could do was press a light kiss to the top of her head, trying to be as still as possible.

He kept she in his arms, now confident that his nightmare scenario was only in his head.

"Goodnight, my love." Rod whispered, nuzzling his face into her hair.

In the morning, she was alone in her bed.

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Cinderella Phenomenon Masterlist

[luckybooklrbyhistory]

Credit for artist @hohohoibu on Twitter

It's a wonderful duet for @dicesuki

[aoikasaa]

all the countdown art together ! thank you and congratulations once again to @dicesuki for Evermore’s release and for such an incredible game !!!

commissions are open // kofi linked on blog

[rose-of-fair]

Cinderella Phenomon: A Free Visual Novel

A few months ago I stumbled upon this game through steam. To my surprised and delight it was free! I downloaded the game and honestly was so in love with the game. The art is stunning, the characters are likeable and interesting, and I even enjoy the MC herself. Despite her struggles and difficulty to open up to others in the beginning of the story, she really grows and learns valuable lessons.

Here is the story:

Here are the love interests!

My Overall Thoughts:

I really enjoyed the game. I like how I can easily play the entire route in one sitting! Keeps me more immersed in a game that doesn’t rely on currency to select the options you desire. There are good and bad endings which keeps you on your toes. The supporting characters are also very intriguing. I didn’t feel like they were mindless background characters, each of them had a purpose and propelled the story forwards. My only complaint is that you feel that you must play all of the routes to get a full grasp of the entire story and the subplots. However, this motivated me to play all the routes anyways as I wanted to explore the world more and understand the MC and her past better. Speaking of the MC, I was worried at first that she would be your typical tsundere character that never grows out of her behaviours but I was wrong. She did grow and you can see how her personality changes and how she treats others is quite a difference from the beginning to the end of the story. Can I also say the ost is an absolute banger? I spent so much time sitting back and listening to the music

There is a sequel called Cinderella Phenomon Evermore which will be released on November 27th, 2020!

[loosesodamarble]

I’ve figured out that Cinderella Phenomenon and Nameless have similar love interest line-ups.

Just hear me out. I’ll prove it.

The long-haired pretty boy who goes back and forth on whether they like you and also crossdresses at some point.

The older, flirtatious guy who doesn’t have everything figured out and deserves a few of the slaps he gets.

The heroic one who vows to protect/save you and has one of the darker routes in his respective game.

The soft, good boy with and supernatural powers who is treated as younger by those around him.

The problematic one.

..........

See what I mean?