#he is indeed my favorite trickster

[voidscape-o]

Heuuoooo~

PV and SM look like a couple and I DID NOT intend for it, their relationship is just quirky💅🏻

Shadow Milk might be the (former) virtue of knowledge, but he knows no personal space

I also added a timelapse!!!!!

[autistichalsin]

Some of my favorite voice lines (either because of the lines themselves or because of Dave's delivery) from this collection of every line Halsin had in the game (and some he technically didn't because they weren't Halsin lines at all, but lines other characters have that they had Dave record for some reason):

5:07 "Fancy a b-oink? Indeed, you'll be hard-pressed to find a joke I haven't."

8:26 "I am Halsin. First Druid of the Emerald Grove. And I am here to VISIT NATURE'S FURY UPON YOU!" (From his revenge scene if the grove is raided- just, brilliant acting, gives me the chills every time. Give Dave an award please)

10:10 "Karlach. I am glad you can enjoy the touch of another once again. And I hope you are afforded much more time than you've been told. A lifetime and more, if I have a say in it."

17:33 "Lae'zel could not have wished for a finer companion by her side. You truly love her, I can tell. Just... keep each other safe, please."

25:05 (Tav or Durge line) "Yeah, she's not coming back."

27:44 "Shadowheart. These truths that have been revealed to you... I know they must be painful. But Oak Father as my witness, I know you are strong enough to bear them. You need not walk this path alone."

34:08 "I am sorry, Gale. You tried. Mystra was wrong to turn on you, no matter what mistakes you made in the past."

35:57 "Time can prove to be a trickster on one's recollections. What would be multiple lifetimes for others now separate me from my captivity. Perhaps I have lost perspective on what happened to me."

39:06 "Re-education. As if this sect has not mangled poor Shadowheart's mind enough already."

41:59 "I need you!"

47:08 (Shadowheart line) "Let's see what comfort we can offer a grieving mother."

47:57 "You have carried this burden for too long already. I simply do not believe that ceremorphosis is the only course left to you! Orpheus must help us." (He is so protective of the player 😭 )

52:03 "We need to be gone from here- now!"

53:10 (Tav/Dark urge line) "In my name." (Amazing acting for that line, makes me wish SO BAD we could have Origin Halsin)

1:04:13 "A mindflayer?! What foul trickery is this?"

1:04:20 "I am no stranger to the Underdark. Cruelty comes to Lolth's followers as naturally as breathing. I have seen it- experienced it." (You can tell he still holds so much grief and anger over what happened to him in the Underdark.)

1:04:32 "Do not yield, Karlach. The world has need for you yet. I have need for you yet. Please." (The way his voice breaks here just wrecks me.)

1:10:13 "Let our enemies' corpses nourish the ground!"

1:13:20 "Gale, what's troubling you? We're nearly at the end, I know it."

1:14:52 (Tav/Dark Urge line) "That's what was in there? Those little shits."

1:21:26 "You have upended nature's balance. Only your death can restore it!" (From the Halsin revenge scene.)

1:24:31 "Last Light fell because you could not control the violence in your heart. All those people perished because of what you did to Isobel. You must try harder. You must be better."

1:24:26 "There must be no more Yennas."

1:25:39 "No, it's wooden. Um. I suppose it burns if you find yourself in dire need of kindling, but I hope it does not come to that." (Referring to his whittled duck)

1:35:12 (Karlach line) "Rest in peace, Astarion. You may have been a bloodthirsty murderer, but I liked you all the same."

1:37:03 "Death is nature's final slumber. It awaits us all. Do not punish yourself over those lost, or give in to despair. Not while there are folks in need of your help."

1:40:57 "Do not yield, Karlach. Stay with us. Stay with the ones who love you." (Just breaks my heart. 😭 )

1:43:28 "You deserve so much better, but alas... I understand. Do as you must."

1:57:27 "You seem to be mumbling to yourself- aren't I enough company for you?" (To Shadowheart)

2:08:57 "GLORY?! There's no glory here! Now there's nothing here. Only shadows, and the total absence of hope!"

2:09:37 "I see. Well. Perhaps not all friendships are destined to be balanced and reciprocal. But I remain eternally grateful for having met you, all the same. Rest well."

2:13:27 "We are. Yet there is a burden to being the survivor, the witness to others' tragedies. It only grows heavier with time."

2:16:26 "You worship Shar?! That umbral witch unleashed a plague of darkness on nature! Her followers slew many of my fellow Druids!" (So much pain and anger here.)

2:20:41 "It wasn't just power this needed! It was wisdom, understanding! I suffered along with this place for years trying to understand the curse! And it seems I will continue to do so."

2:21:46 Maniacal laughter (I can only imagine this happens if you get hit with Tasha's Hideous Laughter, and this one was incredible in that it SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME LMFAO I was so creeped out. HUGE props to Dave Jones for that one.)

2:26:15 (Dark Urge line) "In Bhaal's name."

2:33:13 "Poor creature! Locked in a cage, denied her true nature. Civilization would cause her a monstrosity, yet it treats her like this?!"

2:34:54 "What are you doing?! No!"

2:39:01 "Ah, but the glory can be found in the telling! The children love tales of underdogs, facing odds most unlikely! They shall appreciate your story, trust me."

2:40:20 "The Rite of Thorns? No..."

2:42:09 "I was not here to guide them. Now they rest forever, while I carry the weight of my failings."

2:52:35 "Nature cares little for nobility- it is pure artifice. But I can still hold some respect for Wyll's accomplishment. He shall be a fine duke, I am sure."

2:53:50 "Please. Don't sully the gratitude I feel towards you by making excuses for Kagha. My choice was clear."

2:56:01 (Orin-as-Halsin) "Please, wait. I did not want this. I could not stop it."

3:19:56 "Hmm. Perhaps I can substitute the bloodlust and, well, general lust for cuddles and animals in the retelling. The children will be confused, but no matter- they will soon be asleep."

3:23:38 "I am glad to have Gale back with us. The group would be poorer without his insights- and his company."

3:27:00 "That was no killing blow- far from it. What happened?"

3:27:49 "Silvanus guard us- what have you done?!"

3:29:58 "If this is what you truly want, I shall respect your wishes. But know that you shall not die, not truly. Nature's realm shall be yours- in the air, the trees, the waters."

3:32:27 "Don't do this! Your life!" (When a mind flayer character commits suicide in the ending)

3:34:47 Pained groaning (IDK it just sounded so damn real here, I could just imagine Halsin with a giant gaping wound or something here)

3:38:53 "The machine! It's going to blow!"

3:41:12 "Come on, you useless turnip!"

3:46:43 "You can still save yourself, Karlach. You can return to Avernus- it need not be forever. Just long enough to give yourself a chance..." (His voice sounds so small and pleading here 😭 )

3:48:12 (Dark Urge line) "In Bhaal's name." (Just a really good delivery)

3:48:54 "But... friendship is no consolation trophy. I cherish the bond we have forged. Whether it should grow into something else is... not for me to predict."

3:49:20 "Vampire spawn assailing us in the night? I thought we had ample troubles as it was. At least you are safe, Astarion."

3:51:00 "I was never afforded a chance to start a family of my own- serving nature always had to come first."

3:51:07 "You thought she was an imposter- a threat. This was a trap of Orin's creation. Yenna's death is on her hands, not yours."

3:51:22 "Your rage is most impressive, Karlach. If the lesson is not to provoke your temper, consider it well-learned."

3:59:04 "Ha! I suppose I did, didn't I? I was so focused on helping Thaniel that my sense of decorum was neglected."

4:06:02 "Truly? I thought you felt the same way as me. There was a connection, I-I was sure!" (Oh my god he sounds like he's fucking CRYING here and this legitimately made me whimper out loud and hide my face. I have NEVER needed to hug a character THIS BADLY before oh my god give Dave Jones all of the awards please)

4:17:03 "Oak Father, what did I do to deserve such allies?!"

4:18:03 "This... orb. Gale carries a most dire burden. I wish he had shared it with us sooner."

4:18:58 "Time for blood!" (In bear form)

4:19:31 "Karlach has had her mortality defined to her in most cruel terms. I do not know if we can help her, but perhaps we can at least be there for her."

4:23:19 "FINE!" (He just sounds so done lmfao)

4:23:20 "And yet, she fears there are none to inherit her work, so she goes on. Long life can be a burden at times- I know that well."

4:24:45 "You shall live on. And wherever I go, I shall feel your presence, and you mine." (To Origin Karlach in the ending- this whole scene would be really beautiful if they would just fix a few things)

4:27:55 "Your power is buoyed by a sea of innocent blood! I hope you are pleased."

4:28:26 (Tav/Dark Urge line) "In my name." (Gave me chills)

4:30:59 (Tav/Dark Urge line) "What in the hells, Astarion?! You bit me!"

4:32:39 "Remember, whatever evil is trying to control you, I know you are stronger. Resist."

4:35:08 Pained groaning and cries (They just sounded so real and painful)

4:37:11 "Dominate the brain! Do it now, or all is lost!"

4:47:46 "I will not go on without you!"

4:49:18 "Perhaps try attacking the enemy!" (He sounds so done lmfao)

4:49:25 "That contraption looks set to kill you, not save you! Get clear of it at once!"

4:50:27 "A cruel blow. Astarion loved feeling the caress of the sun, only now it gouges him with its claws. Perhaps we shall meet again, beneath the shield of darkness."

4:53:23 Maniacal laughter (Truly terrifying just like the other one)

4:58:49 (Yenna line [yes really]) "Where am I? I don't like this dream!"

4:59:04 "Nature bows to none. It will fight on and survive, no matter what madness your god has inspired you to undertake."

5:03:51 "Stuck, eh? Straight out of bawdy literature."

5:09:57 "Killing Orin won't bring Yenna back, but it may give her some peace, and me... a great deal of satisfaction."

5:11:26 "No! Have you taken leave of your senses?!"

5:15:27 "This may keep the city safe, but to seal all those unfortunates away forever? Death would have been more merciful."

5:16:44 "Stay your hand, Astarion! To sacrifice so many is a tyrant's ambition!"

5:16:52 "I... cannot imagine how you are feeling, Gale. For a goddess to ask a mortal to pay such a price... I am sorry for... for your burden."

5:19:44 "Immortal... and angered. What have I done...?"

5:20:43 "The power of the bear lies within me!"

5:22:47 "In that case, nothing more needs to be said. Farewell." (Said if a player who has low approval with Halsin at the epilogue party says they have no interest in taking the olive branch Halsin extended; I like this one because he sounds like a strange combination of sad and relieved at the same time, which is such a realistic combination of feelings!)

5:26:14 "Slain and stuffed. I would like to do the same to whoever's handiwork this is." (About a taxidermy baby bear)

5:26:19 "My heart grows heavy for Karlach. She can touch once more, yet is her remaining time to truly be so short? I shall pray to Silvanus that it does not come to pass."

5:32:10 "I... cannot imagine how you are feeling, Gale. For a goddess to ask a mortal to pay such a price... I am sorry for... for your burden. Though I wish you had told us of your predicament before."

5:36:33 (Orin-as-Halsin) "I lost control. I felt the bear take over, blood-crazed. And she forced me into a cage, along with... *sobs* with children, taken from the streets." (I think this one is a slightly different version than what ended up used? The sobbing is definitely more prominent if nothing else.)

5:39:28 "I hoped my friends would save me..." (Dave manages to make Halsin's body sound dead-corpse-emotionless and yet sad at the same time.)

5:39:45 "I hoped my loved would save me..." (Same as above)

5:41:08 "Your gold and your loins. Not for me to dictate what you do with either."

5:41:20 "You were not even born when Shar's followers slew my fellow Druids, or when her shadow curse tainted the land. I can get past those... but I truly wish you had trusted me sooner."

5:52:36 "No matter how long I live, I will never get used to the cruelty that infests our world. That such evil is allowed to breathe the same air as us is an abomination."

5:57:33 (Tav/Durge line) "In my name."

6:02:56 "Of course... somehow I'd hoped for a miracle, but of course... the only miracles are those we make ourselves." (He's talking about Karlach/her engine here)

6:03:57 "I was all too eager to surrender my responsibilities towards the Grove, and now it has been sealed away from the world! Perhaps I was never meant to be Archdruid... to be a leader."

6:08:29 "NO! Cease now, before you doom us all!"

6:09:22 (Dark Urge line) "In Bhaal's name."

6:20:05 "I shall endeavor to be more tactful when trying to make friends in future."

6:22:06 "You are afraid because you are alive, and you have something to lose. Hold onto that."

6:26:58 "You will not desecrate this grove! Not while I draw breath!"

6:33:00 "This need not be a parting, so long as you fight on. You and I can each roam apart, until nature compels our paths to cross once again."

6:41:42 "I shall miss him, though I hope he proves to be a kindly god. I've had my fill of the tyrannical sort."

6:42:29 "Do as you must, as shall I. We shall meet again. It is as sure as the break of dawn, or the spring thaw."

6:44:49 "And I have been evicted from the very place I was charged to safeguard. A telling summary of my time as Archdruid, perhaps."

6:45:47 "Stay with me, my love."

6:50:36 "Do not falter, I am here!"

6:51:15 "Karlach. I am sorry. I shall not try to soothe you with gilded words, but... know that I am here for you."

[thedarkcircuswritings]

Do my eyes deceive me? Did our favorite trickster came back to the 1st place?

Indeed he has!! Shadow Milk has become number 1 in the circus once more! I wonder how long that'll last...

[lilacstargazer]

hiiiii i'm here to gush about one who holds a star by @justaduckarts and no one can stop me ♡ here's the fanart, and i'll get to rambling under the cut :)

OKAY SO i kinda accidentally stumbled upon One Who Holds A Star, because i haven't watched all of the TSAMS episodes, but that sure didn't stop me! i binged all the chapters available to us right now, and i love so much about this fic, so bear with me while i go on and on about it!

i love the personality and character you can feel in every sentence. i love eclipse's honesty, even when it might not turn out to serve him, and it's so sweet to watch him and the star holder slowly lower their guard and enjoy their time together like nothing else they have in their lives. all of the characters in this fic have big personality, and he is one of my favorite examples: he may be one son of a bitch, a manipulative and conniving little guy, but he also has a driving force behind all that, and it's got me very curious indeed to see how far he has to take things in order to achieve his goals

okay soooo now it's time to talk about lunar! he's my baby grill. i LOVE this little trickster god. as soon as i read this:

i knew it was going to spend the next 8 hours cranking out crunchy art based off of it. and now i'm making it Y'ALLs problem. (by the way uhhhh i know that technically the hand is supposed to be on the other side and holding up a DIFFERENT corner of the mouth but it's too late i'm afraid)

i apologize for giving him the dumpy, duck 😔 i couldn't help myself. i'm so curious to know more about the star, and lunar, and pluto (by the way, her relationship with the star holder and with lunar are just. chefs kiss). i'm hoping there's going to be much more fanart of your silly guys, duck, because they have my heart!

have a lovely day, and thank you for sharing your beautiful writing with us!!

[it-happened-one-fic]

Jive - Quite Literally Floating - Strictly NRC Dancing

Author Notes: Another character I have never written a fic for, but I can say he was an interesting person to write. I also now have a healthy respect for the people who dance jives and a healthy alarm for the aerials and flips that are done in swing dancing. The dance in this fic was largely inspired by Jordan Fisher and Lindsay Arnold’s jive on week 9, season 22 of  Dancing With the Stars. It's an enjoyable performance that is well worth watching so I recommend it. Just like the rest of this AU/series the reader is female for this fic. I hope you enjoy!

If you would like to read more this AU/series, the fics can be found here: Strictly NRC Dancing Master-List

Type: Dance AU/female reader/fluff/platonic but could probably be taken as romantic

Word Count: 1009

I rolled my shoulders in preparation for what was no doubt going to be a very…. Interesting, experience. 

It wasn’t that I was scared or didn’t trust Lilia. Because as much of a trickster as the potentially ancient fae was, he would never let me get hurt and would sooner hurt himself before he caused me any injury during the dance.

I also wasn’t actually concerned about the dance I was going to be performing with the lively third year. The jive was a good fit for Lilia. It was bubbly and vivacious, just like he was. 

My only concern was how well he would obey the rules.

This was Lilia’s third dance class, and by now it was beyond obvious that the man knew how to dance. I could imagine that this was due to his having been part of the Valley of Thorns court, as I understood it. 

During choreography practice, he’d even told me that dancing was like child’s play to him. Which was perhaps the reason why he had so much fun taking the rulebook and throwing it out the window as hard as he could.

I eyed the short man with at least a small degree of wariness that had his pink eyes sparkling, “Let’s have fun with this, child.”

There was a giggle to his voice that had me wondering exactly what the mischievous little fellow was planning, even as I shook my head with a slight smile, “As if you’d have it any other way.”

Everything was fine at the start of the dance, with the two of us having few to no problems. In fact, dancing with Lilia was almost like dancing with a shorter version of one of the teachers.

 He knew exactly what he was doing, where he needed to be, and how to guide me around for the maximum effect.

A small part of me began to wonder if he would indeed pass this class without incident. Perhaps the jive was just wild enough that he didn’t feel the need to add his own sort of pizzazz to the dance. But I soon realized that I’d been ridiculous to think that when I noticed the height of Lilia’s head had shifted.

It took only a glance to confirm my fears. The fae man was no longer grounded and was now, quite literally, floating his way through the dance. Perhaps the most impressive thing about it was that he was still executing his moves perfectly.

To make matters worse, he was gradually pulling me up with him, causing my grip on his to tighten as my eyes flew back to his sparkling ones. He winked and gave a tiny snap of his fingers on his free hand as he released me.

I let out a tiny squeak in fear before realizing I had not fallen. No, I was seemingly dancing on an invisible dancefloor even though I no longer had a hold of the impish fae, who was still grinning as he danced next to me. 

I looked up, my eyes finding Crewel’s, who looked just as flabbergasted as I was and offered no guidance. Leaving me to place all my trust in whatever magic Lilia had worked as I resolved to do my best to finish the dance as planned. 

And it was a good thing too, considering it had come time for the flips. I glanced over at my partner to see him already grinning my way. Obviously ready for the part of the dance he'd dubbed his favorite section just moments before we’d started dancing.

I cartwheeled towards him, his hands catching my waist as my arms locked around his legs, and he proceeded to cartwheel while holding onto me. I made a total of three revolutions with him like that, stopping hand in hand with him and letting him twirl me back into him as he lowered us to the ground.

We touched down to the final drum beat of the pounding song, with me still holding quite tightly to his shoulders as I forced myself to relax.

I was on solid, visible ground again.

I’d known dancing Lilia would be undoubtedly fast-paced, but nothing could have prepared me for having to dance while floating at least a foot over the ground with a considerably excitable partner who’d been giggling the whole time.

I at last released the still chuckling fae and stepped back, eyeing him closely. 

Lilia had just executed an impressive jive that I doubted anyone else could pull off, but he wasn’t passing this class. Because while there was no rule explicitly saying you couldn’t float, something told me that Trein, at the very least, would frown upon that. 

 Especially since there technically weren’t supposed to be any lifts in a jive, though that rule had been flouted with astonishing success in past classes.

True to form, Trein was frowning, Crewel was shaking his head, Crowley and Vargas didn’t look like they knew what to think, and Sam was laughing. 

Lilia glanced my way and shrugged, eyes still sparkling like those of a little boy who knew he was in trouble but really didn’t care, “Tough crowd.”

“Lilia… You do realize you aren’t supposed to use magic in these classes, correct?” I didn’t know if I pitied Trein at this point or if I was impressed with his ability to continue enforcing his rules. 

Lilia shrugged, giving a little fanged grin at Treins’s question, “I just couldn’t help myself; Y/n makes a wonderful partner, and the jive is an equally enjoyable dance.”

“Be that as it may, I’m afraid you aren’t going to pass this class either, Mr. Vanrouge,” Crowley shook his head, still mystified-looking, but delivering the judges' grade nonetheless as Sam at last recovered.

“Even though that was possibly the funniest jive I have seen. Especially with the face Y/n made when you started floating.” The shopkeeper was still wiping away mirthful tears as Lilia offered me a smooth bow and wink before strolling off to watch the next performance.

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[gascon-en-exil]

How Knives in Three Houses Could Have Worked

I've had this thought for a post for quite some time. Knives are probably my favorite secondary weapon type in FE, and after Fates made them so interesting and powerful I was disappointed to see Three Houses remove them in favor of brawling (but it also came with the return of light magic and pseudo-Catholic classes - IS gives and IS takes). But now we have Engage which has both, so...what would FE16 have looked like if it had had knives as well?

Stats and Parameters

Knives in Three Houses would have been a natural evolution of their appearance in Fates: low might but with reliable 1-2 range. Let's say IS came up with the concept of Engage knives a little early, and so had the poison mechanic as well as stronger, 1 range knives (which were also present in Radiant Dawn). Knives would have very low might, comparable to gauntlets only without the auto-brave effect, although 1 range knives would be only slightly weaker than swords of similar rank to compensate for the lack of versatility. Knives could also replace spells in the secondary weapon triangle (gauntlets > magic > bows > gauntlets), because magic has always seemed a bit awkward grouped in with those as it's a completely different system.

Although Engage has wolf knights, I prefer that knives be unusable by mounted units, like gauntlets, because the alternative seems a bit silly. That said, unlike gauntlets knives could be used by pure magic classes, and indeed would be a solid options for casters who don't want to expend spell uses and still want to debuff the enemy while attacking safely from range. There would also be at least one magic knife to match the other magic weapons, which would be particularly helpful for certain mage characters with knife boons (see below).

Class Changes

Myrmidon would be available with either a sword or knife rank, like how fighter and monk work already.

Thief, assassin, and trickster would have their sword requirements changed to knives. This would also remove the need for trickster's odd thief prerequisite, as the two classes would be more strongly tied together by their weapon type. Assassin would of course have Swordfaire replaced with Knifefaire.

Archer would boost knives rather than swords, to facilitate archer -> assassin

The master tier would be the most difficult, as I don't want to alter mortal savant and none of the other existing classes are really viable knife wielders. Instead, I'd add another class based on Fates's master ninja, with knife and sword requirements. Dread fighter, maybe? It would have Knifefaire, Stealth, and...some other new class skill, possibly one based around improving poison damage.

Boons and Budding Talents

Probably the most interesting thing to consider, as we get to talk about characters. I will be adhering to the unspoken rule in-game that no character can have more than three weapon boons, with budding talents included. That means that if I think a character would have had a knife boon but already has three weapon boons, one of them will have to removed to compensate.

Hubert - an obvious choice, a personal favorite, and half the reason I even thought of this concept. If three weapon boons (with lances/bows) is too much for a primary mage character, then I'd remove his boon in bows which in his case feels like a stand-in for the lack of knives anyway.

Linhardt - in the actual game Linhardt stands out as the only character to not have a single weapon boon, so let's give him one. It can be his budding talent, as something he'd pick up later despite his hemophobia because of his inspiring self-insert teacher, etc.

Petra - her "canon" class is thief/assassin, and she's a dagger unit in her only Heroes appearance, so this is a natural fit. I'd drop her sword boon to make room, leaving her with bows for assassin and axes for wyvern rider which is also semi-canonical for her (at least in terms of wearing her unique outfit)

Ashe - a former thief, and he has assassin available in Cindered Shadows. He already has three weapon boons, so I'd see him drop axes so he can keep his bow focus as well as his lance budding talent as a reflection of his aspirations to knighthood.

Ignatz - a bit unusual, but he's got room for a third weapon boon and this way he's still got a path to trickster for the support role for which he's more designed.

Leonie - if only to give her boons more diversity than simply the list of bow knight requirements, and to further distinguish her from Jeralt. Also, hunters use knives.

Hanneman and Manuela - I think both of them could use knife boons, in each case replacing an existing weapon boon that would no longer seem thematically necessary: bows for Hanneman, swords for Manuela. For Manuela they make sense as a medical instrument, whereas Hanneman can lean into the idea of knives as an off-weapon for mages. More comically, this would also make for a more natural lead-in to a meme build like Aura Knuckles Hanneman.

Shamir - similar to Leonie, it would suit her as a hunter/assassin...but Shamir's boons and banes are structured to parallel Catherine's, so I'd remove her random lance boon to preserve that dynamic.

Yuri - the most obvious fit of all, as he's a dagger unit in Heroes and they suit the thief/trickster identity perfectly. He can even still keep his sword boon, as he's got space for it.

Banes

These are a tougher call, but I can identify a few logical choices. In some cases I'd swap out an existing bane so I don't feel like I'd be nerfing the character too much.

Ferdinand - yes, this would actually give Ferdinand a bane and would remove him from the exclusive club of characters without them, but he already stands above the rest with his number of boons. Also, this would make for entertaining contrast with Hubert - and a parallel with his tea friend Lorenz who already has a single weapon bane to his name.

Caspar - swap out his bane in bows for one here, to better parallel Linhardt.

Raphael - similar to Caspar, changing his bane in bows to one in knives better highlights his lack of precision and preference for the brute force approach (I'd do this for Edelgard's bow bane too, but the house leaders' banes seem to have been designed with each other's in mind so it's worth keeping).

Seteth - either swap it out for his riding bane (kind of weird that he has this when cavalier is in his base class set) or just add to what he's already got, because Seteth's doing fairly well either way. As with Ferdinand, it would match his straightforward approach to combat and dislike of subterfuge.

Gilbert - I really don't want to give him a bane, as the lack of them is one of the things that allows Gilbert to be nowhere near as much of a headache as Jeritza when it comes to 100%, but it is still a bit odd that this guy has no banes to speak of.

Hapi - as a replacement for her random brawling bane, I think this works, setting her apart from the other female characters unfortunate enough to have brawling and heavy armor banes (Bernadetta and Marianne) while also not giving her a bane in the weapon type that is her friend Constance's budding talent.

That's 10 boons and 6 banes. For reference, in the actual game 10 characters have brawling boons and 5 have banes - so that's reasonable.

Regrettably, I have a pretty good guess as to why knives were left out of Three Houses, related to Koei-Tecmo's involvement and the difficulty of using such small weapons in the big, flashy sorts of attacks favored by Warriors games...but still I can dream, right?

[justaduckarts]

Hello!

Was the insinuation in the latest chapter that Pluto gave her shard/ a shard to Lunar somehow? It felt like that's what was being insinuated? (Is he a greater God now somehow? Does he have connections to Eclipse in some way? I must have missed a detail about the four arms thing, forgive me.)

I'm sure it'll be explained more in depth as the story goes on, I was just takin the chance to ask if not.

I think Lunar is probably my favorite character in the story (followed closely by literally every other character because they are all wonderfully written and very interesting! Each new detail in each new chapter shows just how much thought is put into each character! I love them. Including Aurelia I remember writing out an entire essay about Aurelia back when chapter, like, 3 released) because he's so intriguing! Chaos trickster God indeed!

Just wanted to pop in and ask and gush a little! Thank you for the story! I'm super enjoying it! :)

Hello!

Let's take a look at what was written :)

"Couldn't you just-

"Don't even suggest it. You know I hate using that gift."

"I know." Tenderly, Pluto wrapped her arms around him. "I understand why. Sun never liked his gift, either."

"Yeah, but he still uses it every time the mood strikes him and we both know it." Lunar shook his head. "I'm not like him. I'm not going to force people unless I really have to."

"...And besides, we both know it's... unstable." He twisted, quietly wrapping his arms around Pluto.

Here, Lunar is talking about a gift that's dangerous to use. He implies that it can be unstable. :0

As he rose, he looked over the snake tattooed on her arm. His smile fell.

"...Do you miss it?" He brushed the tattoo. "Your gift? Your familiar?"

"Not anymore. Of course, I'll always miss Pip. But..." She placed her hand over the place where she'd been marked by the star.

"I've been without my gift this long." Pluto shrugged.

"We'll find a way to fix it, Pluto." Lunar said quietly. He bent and picked up his corset and tunic. "We'll get your gift back. We'll set things right."

And here, Lunar asks Pluto if she misses her gift. Note that this happens after he brushes over her tattoo, which is a snake.

When I wrote these two paragraphs, I meant to bring up two points:

First, Lunar has a gift we've yet to see.

Second, Pluto can no longer use one of her sacred gifts. We know based on the fact that she can read emotions that her 'lost' gift must be the gift of earth. (I'm sorry for this being vague but I have plans to go into depth about this very soon)

You didn't miss any details! The four arms were revealed just this chapter and no, Lunar is not related to Eclipse in any way.

Also AAAAAAAAAA Thank you so much!! You honor me! I'm so glad you like my characters!! <3 <3 <3 :D Lunar is my favorite too. /Don't tell Eclipse/

[jessicanjpa]

prayer

We're visiting the 13th century today! This is an excerpt from the first chapter of Renata's three-shot, Untouchable.

(mentions of domestic abuse)

I spoke to Uncle Luca many times as I grew, though I no longer prayed. If he was indeed my uncle, saint or not, I thought it must be very lonely to only have people pray to you and not talk to you. So I talked instead. I told him my stories, too.

I wondered aloud what kind of stories he liked. One day I found a book lying in the thicket where Diana and I often rested: De Gestis Britonum by Geoffrey of Monmouth. I read it aloud so that Uncle Luca could hear his favorite stories again, and thus I began to learn about faraway kings and their courts. From that day on I would sometimes find other treasures in the woods: more adventures to be read aloud, ribbons for Diana's mane, little trinkets for me. Uncle Luca never spoke, though he had never spoken in the stories, either. But I bore him no less love for his silence. Quite the opposite; all the mortals I knew seemed to talk far too much.

Sometimes he seemed to have gone away. Sometimes I wondered whether it had only been my imagination all along. Months would pass without a present or any sign of his being real... but then one day the breeze would grow sweet again. Diana, now a sturdy matron with a pony of her own, would grow solemn once more, though she never startled as she used to. And I would often find a new present waiting for me: a beautiful comb of jade, or a delicious fruit that grew somewhere else, or a new book or poem no one in my family had heard of before.

As I grew older, I began to notice that the servants' children did not have quite so much as I did. I began to talk about that, too, and one day shyly asked for a present on their behalf. Two days afterward I discovered a crate full of clever little toys; another time, a nice fat goose honking angrily in a wooden crate. I happily shared the gifts as they came, though I craved most the books for myself. It was not pretty for a girl to read very much, my father had said when I was small, but he had quite given up; sometimes it was he who would bring home a new adventure for me to read.

On winter days, when the weather was poor, I would sit inside by the fire and read to my cousins. They were jealous of Uncle Luca's favor upon me, though they hadn't the patience to sit in the woods like I did. They talked of him as a trickster spirit, disbelieving his kindness even when I showed them his gifts. Sometimes I thought they did not believe in him at all. But I believed, and not only because of the books and the trinkets.

One cloudy day, when I was in the woods having a picnic with my dolls and had left Diana at home with her baby, I was greeted not by a sweet breeze but by a low growl. It was a wolf. Its yellow eyes gleamed in the shadows as it slunk towards me.

"Uncle!" I cried out, throwing my food at the wolf because I did not know what else to do. The beast caught the sausage neatly in its mouth, but it only seemed to make him hungrier. He crouched down to spring. But there was a flash of blue and the wolf vanished into thin air. I hugged myself tight and wept for a moment even though, strangely, I had never felt so safe before.

But Uncle Luca could not protect us from everything. Father died suddenly when I was fourteen; he complained of a pain in his arm and a weight on his chest one evening, and then he was gone. The count soon presented Mother with a new husband: a younger man of noble blood and empty purse.

My stepfather seemed kind in the beginning, but he resented the marriage to an older widow. He spent more time looking at me than at my mother. Now she quietly encouraged me to spend as much time in the woods as I liked. She grew even more pale, and ugly bruises began to bloom across her beautiful skin.

My stepfather touched me only once. He came into my rooms one evening, saying that he should like to borrow one of my books. As I turned to fetch it from the shelf, I felt his strong hand on my waist. I whirled around in a fright just in time to see him stumble away as though he had been struck. He looked at me with fear and crossed himself, fleeing from the room. I looked around and tasted the air; surely Uncle Luca had intervened! But the room felt empty. My head was pounding as it had not in years.

I did not want to tell Mother what had happened. She was already so unhappy, and she also was beginning to look unwell. I simply told her that I did not like her new husband. She pressed her lips together in her quiet way and said that perhaps the count had made a mistake, but there was little we could do but pray.

It was winter, and I had not been spending time in the woods, but this could not wait for springtime. I went out in my shawl that night and cried my heart out to Uncle Luca. My teeth chattered as I told him everything. But I did not think he heard me, or if he did, he could do nothing. There was no trinket that would cure the disease that had fallen on our home.

I turned to other prayers, but they were answered in a strange way. On the first day of spring I awoke in the middle of the night, frightened to see a shadow looming over my bed. Fearing my stepfather, I opened my mouth to scream, but was silenced by my mother's gentle shush. She was clad in a dark cloak and held a basket hooked on one arm. It was filled with white flowers. Their perfume filled the room with a sweetness exactly like Uncle Luca's presence.

"Dress yourself, Renata, and come with me. You are old enough."

I followed her out through the orchards. The trees out in the western corner grew closer together and more gnarled with disuse, tangling together until they blended with the little forest that lay between us and the farmland of the next estate. I had never been here before. My mother, whom I had never once seen walk in the woods, moved through the trees like a ghost.

We soon came upon an altar wrought of marble. It was overgrown with vines; a bird's nest adorned one corner. Mother moved in slow motion, cleaning off the altar with wooden movements. Her arms looked like marble themselves in the moonlight, but for the bruises that marred them.

She laid the flowers on the altar one by one. When the basket was empty she drew a small knife out of her cloak. She held out her hand over the flowers and made a little cut, letting her blood drip over the pure white of the flowers and the altar itself.

Then she held the knife out to me. I did not know what we were doing, but the look in Mother's eyes—like she was awake for the first time since Father had died—told me I should do as she said. I took the knife and pressed it into my palm. My fingers shook; I could not make myself break the skin. But then I remembered the feel of my stepfather's hand on me and I found the strength to let the blade bite me. Once the flowers had been dotted with our blood, Mother lifted her face to the moonlight.

"I call upon you, Great Uncle," she said in a whisper. "Hear my prayer. Your children have fallen into a great trial... the count has given me a new husband." She drew a breath, clenching her fists on the altar. When she spoke again, her voice sounded like steel.

"And I want you to take him away."

The breeze swirled around us, stirring the blossoms with its sweetness.

[mitspeiler]

Director's Commentary Ch. 8

These are for my book The Dream Quest of Henry Sinclair, which you can read here on Ao3 or here on Royal Road.

Ahh, The Woods are Lovely, Dark and Deep, my favorite individual chapter in Dream Quest as well as my biggest flop (somehow the chapters immediately before and after it have more views on Royal Road. I don't know why).

I don't actually have a lot to say about this chapter, which, most likely, is not selling you on why this is my favorite. I gush about my love of fairy tales and the original inspiration for this bit in the author's notes.

One thing I shall say is that it was originally going to be longer. Ayane would have gone on to rescue Henry from Dream Lady Titania's Dark Tower on a bit of a quest. But I decided it was just a bit too much for a single chapter worth of content. The scenario will yet play out in a future entry; Titania is still out there and interested in Henry, (or rather, interested in taking him away to see how people react to his absence.) I want to expand on Titania, who has risen to fill a certain niche in my heart that was not altogether displayed in the text; that of an agent of chaos who is first and foremost an actress playing a role, and loving it. I also want to expand on Hans. In spite of everything, he's still an Einzeller, which is what a call a sort of derivative of trickster who's just dumb and lucky rather than intelligent, and I want to experiment with how that would play out in a conflict.

To expand on this concept a little more, I was often fascinated by the use of the term Dark Tower in Joseph Jacobs' version of Child Rowland, in contrast to Robert Browning's Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came. They are, in fact, completely unrelated stories, and indeed, Jacobs named the Elf King's castle The Dark Tower as a deliberate reference. But they idea they could be somehow one and the same haunted me. We'll come to a Dark Tower yet.

[lilitblaukatz]

First of all I'm glad you finally had some rest! <3

Second, I was ready to apologize for dumping almost all of my thoughts in the repost but if it's all right with you I'm relieved. I don't think I want to do a separate post yet (or ever)

and third, to the discussion! :)

About Sunshine and his possible influence on HE. There is a huge clue: Jeff himself can't stop thinking about him. He continues to shoot different versions of Dum Dum (for long months I am being sure we haven't seen the end of Dum Dum yet: 1) rehashing good thing several times is a good thing, 2) there is no tighter grip on an author than a character (ask Conan Doyle, he tried to get rid of his, don't ask Robert Howard, it ended badly) and Sunshine is indeed prevalent.

I AM SUNSHINE (he apparantly is)

Sunshine is a psychopomp probably (not a trickster as he doesn't lie iirc) among other things (and here we have another association of mine - sparrows as psychopomps from the Dark Half, probably the cruelest Stephen King book, about a character coming to life and a dead twin), he is our (and Jeff's!) guide in that world (I should be alone in hell - Jeff Satur recently). If Jeff would bring someone into his next big thing, which HE absolutely is, it is Sunshine.

I like how people distinguish Sunshine, Moonshine and LoveDie :) I don't have a clear picture, but I can't forget the text Jeff put on his insta under a picture of Sunshine: (from memory): Sunshine comes Moonshine then Love Die.

Till this day I wonder was it just a mistake in English, and what if not. I have two versions: Sunshine becomes Moonshine and then Love Die, or Sunshine comes to Monshine and together they are Love Die.

I don't know. Jeff, please elaborate (if he knows it himself yet)

Thank you very much for the names meaning and for identifying the dagger. I need to google it and see its intended purpose.

Joanna as a christian character with a dark side? With a cold weapon? A. Michael, is that u? :)

I am with you here, I was reluctantly thinking, that Finn looks like he came from a hard boiled detective novel (I am old and can't remember the famous author of my favorite I have read more than twenty years ago). Some other shots look unreal and kind of from the past (or period piece) too! Finn smoking. Damon dancing.

Oh good you saw the braille in the hood shot! I can't watch in high quality yet or on big enough screen and may see what is not there and not see what has to be seen. What am I talking about then. Jeff and his ability to electrocute my tired brain, that's what.

On hands I am also with you and Nail Tech Mom. My thought process was that logically hands under the sun should be Finn's and Joanna's (and blinded windows ones are Damon and Anawin), but Jeff abides human logic so I decided to believe both pairs are Damon and Anawin. The rings, I wonder about the rings.

Don't apologize for Pippin and Merry please <3

Could be merry but it's sad - the sweetest definition of blues I ever heard :) Also Jeff and his music: when bad things happen to a good man...

Narrative sings is nice, I am a fan of sense and purpose in general. If it doesn't serve the purpose (narrative, plot, etc) than why would you put it in there. It is a curse as I can't function if I don't know things.

(the latest moment being Jeff with Sunshine - he just existed. What do you mean he just..? Where he came from? Where is he going??? What's his motivation? What is he capable of? C'mon man elaborate!) lol I am hopeless.

So, enjoy reality?

I wonder how dark HE will get. I see Jeff still holds himself down, despite his characters being quite violent and ruthless. His most unhinged alter ego is called Sunshine, ffs... Yk, like the sunshine as prediction for Villanelle in that one episode :)

But as he holds himself from his dark side ( I see darkness in you starts to play) as he holds from happiness too. Which way that twin imagery he has will lead him? (btw you are a piesces as Jeff, I am a gemini, so we all know what being (at least) two in one feels like)

(I think about how Jeff talks about Barcode too much really. Throw up rainbows every time. The world wasn't cruel. When I'm sad I watch Barcode. And every sweet name he can think of in every language he knows (including music and what now braille (not a language but still) and codes in general??))

(I guess an ultimate cheat code to HE is Jeff about Barcode, so we'll see)

Hey, Canadian friend! You are talking to a half dead Russian (from exhaustion) so I think we're match :)

That was long! Feel free to ignore <3

Hello welcome to the ramblings of an Art Historian and Researcher who is hella tired from no sleep. This is a Happy Ending post. I'm starting out strong: I think Sunshine and Moonshine are all over this. Sunshine especially.

He saw the Beast of Prey in the midst of day. Sunshine will appear Tomorrow. Also just.. the dreaming part, if Anawin dreamt up Damon and designed him. Did he dream of Moonshine? We all know Moonshine is unhinged from the Dum Dum M/V. Moonshine will disappear till you close your eyes. Okay. There's also a name-science. I'm noticing it. This could be me in my delulu. But I am a world-builder and conceptual artist by trade. The first thing I do when I am naming something is look into meanings. Damon means: The one who subdues/tames. A historical Damon dazzles Dionysus who is considered untamable with his loyalty for Pythias. It also means Guardian Spirit. His braille on his neck "I am not a demon" (quoted by Studio on Saturn) could be nodding towards maybe Sunshine (who Jeff says is not an angelic form he just has always existed/is an immortal) or the idea that maybe Damon really isn't a demon and is actually given a second chance to watch over either his creator or creation: Anawin. However Damon and Dam/Dum do have a Thai Script in common. both being renditions of the same Thai nickname for men. ISTG if. If. Damon has Dam or Dum for a Chue Len. I'm gonna flip (in a good way). Dum and Dam meaning "Dark, black, topsoil and/or Merciless". Anawin has a few meanings: beautiful, little one, humble person, poor. Okay the amount of fanfic writers who have Little One or Angel monikers for Barcode, I'm like. I'm crazy for that. Keep it up. Because my brain thought about that. (I thought of War really). Also the.. last post of mine with the sneak peek for the pilot coming on the 15th. I considered that the song is describing Anawin. And it's fun to see how the lyrics stack up together with Anawin's name meaning. I think I see you Jeff. Maybe just a little bit. Also. I think if no one is blind/has low vision, someone is definitely colourblind. And for the blindness I think

This looks like someone's vision. I have a blind spot in my right eye in my far peripheral. It gives me that.

[lokisninerealms]

Caught In The Act

Summary: Loki has the worst (or best) timing and ends up walking in on you sunbathing….in the nude.

Pairing: Loki x F!Reader

Warnings: (18+ Content) Contains heavy, heavy smut material, slight oral (male receiving, female receiving), Dom!Loki, descriptions of sexual intercourse

A/N: this has been sitting in my drafts for some time so i’m glad to finally be posting it. this is straight up SMUT oop. and as always, enjoy!

MASTERLIST

Your soft skin was met with the scalding rays from the sun. Reclining in your tanning chair, a book in one hand while the other nursed a glass of red wine. The sounds of birds chirping and light whistling breeze around you. Every now and then, a bee or two would fly by but you remained serene in the presence of nature.

Steve had informed you earlier about an urgent call from Tony with needing assistance on a current mission. In a frazzled state, Steve quickly ordered you to stay at the compound in case of emergency. Not that you minded of course, with being an Avenger calls for hectic schedules and nonstop saving the world. So you relished on days like this where you could catch a breathe and just….relax.

A mixture of oil and sunscreen dripped down your body while you laid in the baking sun. Pools of sweat forming at the nape of your neck to your bare thighs. A thin layer already collecting above your hairline as little drops ran down your back. A clear indication that what you read about the heat index being six to be true. Taking another sip of your wine while saving the next chapter of your book, setting both items in your hand down on the glass table. Your eyes slowly closing to rest from laying in the sun for just mere of an hour.

Completely oblivious to the God, of which was nude himself, who sat above you on his own balcony.

Loki’s own body glowing against the suns rays on his pale skin. Unbothered by the extreme heat, him being of frost giant having its perks as he stayed cool. Even in excruciating heat on torturous summer days.

Leaning back in his own tanning chair, he propped both feet up with a cross of his ankles. A book nestled in his hands as he flipped a page or two every so often. Too invested in his newfound novel from Stark’s library to even acknowledge that he was indeed not alone.

A couple moments passed before the Asgardian found himself growing thirsty, his throat craving a cool liquid to settle his alcoholic need. Making his way to the kitchen as he strolled down the halls in nude. His cock moving with every step until he stopped in front of the shared Avenger fridge. Furrowing his eyebrows when he realized his favorite wine was nowhere to be found.

“What the……” He mumbled, eyes scanning around the room only to fall at the sight of you, “….fuck”

His cock twitched already hardening at the sight of your bare self glistening in sweat and tanning oil. Your breasts on display, a leg propped up that shield him from viewing your pussy. Watching as you laid there naked in content.

Eyeing the wine bottle that sat on the table to your right. His wine. He smirked, already knowing that you had a thing for the God which played in his sweet advantage.

“I don’t recall a proper invitation…..would have been much more courteous, don’t you think darling?”

The familiar velvet voice scaring you nearly half-to-death as your heart rate picked up. Beating rapidly against your chest from the sudden interaction. You quickly opened your eyes only to be met with the raven haired trickster. Hovering slightly above you with a signature mischievous grin of his.

Stepping back a bit to give you some space, “Did my presence startle you, my dear?” Loki chuckled.

You huffed already annoyed with his arrogance. But you couldn’t help yourself letting your eyes roam his body. Skin pale with a slight tan from sitting in the sun with defined muscles aligning his biceps and chest. Your eyes stopping at the sight of his manhood sat between his muscled thighs. His thick shaft stood slightly erected in all its glory.

“Eyes up here darling,” Loki teased, “unless you want a taste, of course.” Your eyes snapping back up to his grin plastered face, his eyes gleamed in amusement.

Taking a taunting step closer towards your spot on the tanning chair. He was mocking you.

His cock shifted with each step causing your core to tingle just at the sight of him. A tingling sensation overwhelming every nerve in your body. Clenching your sweat covered thighs in need, arousal building in you.

Your lips parted slightly as he stood right in front of you. The tip of his cock nearly hitting you in the face while you stared up at him, at lost for words under his challenging gaze. Loki darted his tongue out, slowly wetting his lips as he quirked his brow at you.

Challenging you even further when you gave no reaction to his teasing. He nudged his tip forward to rub against your lips, the wet drops of his pre-cum covering them.

“Open wide, pretty girl, I know you want a taste,” he taunted. His mind swirling with thoughts of your soft lips wrapped around his thick shaft gagging on his girth.

Shifting your legs so you could have a better angle, you complied with him as you licked your lips. Batting your eyelashes up at the raven haired man in front of you. His dick eagerly waiting for your plump lips to wrap around them.

Deciding to tease him at his own game, you placed a delicate kiss on his tip. Red and angry while you gently placed your hand to run up and down his shaft. His gaze burning into you through irritated and impatient eyes.

Picking up on your little game, Loki took matters into his own hands when your lips went to slowly suck his tip. Winding a fistful of your hair in his hand behind your head before thrusting his dick forward. Immediately gagging when the tip of his cock jammed the back of your throat.

Slowly retracting his cock before thrusting his hips forwards. Tears welled up in your eyes as he brutally abused your throat with his cock. Sliding in and out while his girth filled your mouth, your jaw aching around him. Allowing your tongue to circle his length, a mixture of Loki’s pre-cum and sweat lacing your tongue in flavor.

Wrapping your hands around his thick, defined thighs you gripped onto him for stability. Never breaking eye contact as his blue-green eyes looked down at you menacingly. The sight of your lips wrapped around his cock causing an itch to bury himself deep inside of you.

Gagging on his dick one last time, Loki roughly pulled out. Coughing immediately while your struggled to find your breathe.

“I will say, for a bratty little girl, you have an excellent work of the tongue” he snickered.

Wiping your lips from the saliva that had fallen, you scoffed at him. What a fucking cocky bastard.

“For being so full of yourself, I’m surprised you let your dick do all the talking for you,” you remarked. Glaring up at him for his crude comments.

“Are you inquiring we test that out?” Loki smirked, loving how quickly his taunts and teases affected you.

Cock still aching for a release to be devoured in your warm cunt. Arousal pooled in between your thighs, the familiar tingling shooting electrifying heat to your core.

A surge of confidence rushing through him, as he ushered to pull you off the chair, setting you on top of him. Rough hands moving each leg to straddle him, his erection rubbing slightly along your folds. The proximity becoming too much while you inhaled his scent, a hint of cologne that left you feeling intoxicated.

He rubbed the skin of your legs, slowly lifting you up to sink down on his length. A loud moan leaving both of your lips. Feeling your walls stretch to his above average size, the veins of his cock penetrating every inch of you.

“Norns….you’re so….you feel so…good…” Loki breathed, his cool hands moving to caress the skin of your hips.

Rubbing slow circles while giving you time to adjust to him, a reassuring squeeze pressed to your sides. Letting you know to take your time before continuing. Your head already spinning from arousal and lust.

Slowly moving up and down, you began to bounce on top of him. Placing a hand on one shoulder while the other traced the defined muscles on his chest. Creating a steady rhythm before picking it up. Loki thrusting beneath to aid in stimulating your g-spot, earning a cry from you.

“Fuck, Loki….Harder….” You cried, your knees becoming numb from the constant bouncing.

The thin layer of sweat on your forehead slowly dripping down your face. His hands tangling in your hair while he gripped onto your for dear life. Loki’s moans filling your ears with every thrust he pounded into you.

“Say it again, say my name,” Loki grunted from his position bottoming you out, “I love it when you say my name.”

He thrusted harder into you, “Let them know my name, who this pussy belongs to,” he growled in your ear.

Both of you becoming a withering mess, a string of moans and vulgar language leaving your lips. Your head falling back to look up at the blue skies, shutting them closed as you relished in his cock.

Every thrust of his hips and riding him relentlessly tipping you both near the edge. Completely entranced in each other that you hardly noticed the Quinjet fly above you.

Too preoccupied in getting a high out of each other. Loki engulfed you in a heated kiss, his soft lips tangling with yours. Biting your lip before quickly slipping his tongue to intertwine with yours. Tasting his own pre-cum in an exchanged shared kiss. The scent of your tanning oil and sunscreen consuming him.

Moving a hand to untangle from your hair, he crept his slim fingers to tease your clit. Your breathe hitching at the cool sensation only to moan loudly against him. His fingers drawing circular motions against the bundle of nerves. Assisting you in reaching your climax faster.

“Faster….I..I need you to go faster,” You panted as you pulled away from him.

Lokis fingers along with the thrusts of his dick inside of you picking up at pace. Your legs feeling like they were going to give out at any second.

“I must say, watching you beg for the touch of my fingers and cock buried deep inside of your swollen cunt is quite delightful,” Loki drawled, noticing your walls clench.

His thick length of a cock abusing your pussy with every thrust propelling you towards release. The coil in your stomach growing tighter with every flick and spin of his finger. Loki continuing to thrust, each one staggering after the other, slowly losing rhythm until his vision clouded.

“I’m…I’m going to come,” He mewled into you, his lust filled blue-green eyes meeting yours once more.

“My face…Cum on my face,” you insisted.

Quickly pulling his cock out of your clenching pussy, he flipped you so you were beneath him. Closing your eyes before hot spurts of his come spilled on the skin of your face. Dripping down the side of your cheek, Lokis face contorting in his own pleasure.

Already becoming aroused again at the sight of his seed covering your face. The exquisite beauty of your being still leaving his breathless.

Still working his fingers to massage your clit, tears welled up in your eyes. A cry leaving your lips, suddenly feeling your walls clench around nothing but the stimulation of him playing with your clit. Missing the fill of Lokis cock studded inside of you.

“L-Loki….I’m close…I’m gonna come,” you panted.

Maneuvering your way to nestle between your sweaty thighs, Loki nudged them further apart. Sinking to his own knees as he became face level with your pussy. Slim fingers continuing to push you towards climax.

“Come darling, let go,” his breathe against the skin of your swollen cunt.

Hot ropes of your own come shooting out, the warmth of Lokis tongue licking every drop of cum that spilled. You tangled your hand through his dark locks, the trickster smirking against your cunt. Darting his tongue out to suck the flesh, swirling his tongue with a flick every now and then. Humming in satisfactory of your savory taste.

Pulling away to meet your tired eyes, his blue-green ones glinted with mischief. You licked the drips of Lokis cum around your lips, leaning to pull him in for another heated kiss. The taste of both of your juices on each other’s tongue.

“Hey guys, we just got back from….Oh, shit…shit…shit”

You gasped, quickly moving yourself off Loki. Both of your faces flushed in embarrassment as he flicked his finger. Cleaning your cum-filled face and magicking a blanket to cover both of your naked bodies.

Loki groaned, “Peter, Norns, you have the absolute worst timing.” Glaring at the poor boy who trembled against the God’s intense stare.

“Sorry…sorry, Hi Y/N!,” Peter squeaked. His voice higher than usual due to walking in on you and Loki’s intimacy.

Looking behind your shoulder, you weakly waved your hand at the young Avenger. Giggling to yourself as Peter scurried off, completely intimidated and humiliated by the God of Mischief.

“Poor kid. I think we traumatized him,” you laughed.

Lokis deep laugh joining you, his naked body still on top of yours. Wrapping his arms around you, the heat of your burning skin under the suns gaze meeting his cool touch.

An arrange of orange, yellow and pink from the suns setting casting an ethereal glow on you. Loki felt his heart beat picking up with every intense stare of your gaze. You were beautiful, more stunning than Aphrodite and any Goddess in the nine realms.

Tucking a hair behind your ear, both of you admiring each other. The breathe you were holding still hitched as the colors of the suns dawn settled against his pale skin. Every feature on his face enhanced with the rich glow of his blue-green eyes on yours. He looked more like a God in this moment, sculpted to absolute perfection.

Loki leaned closer to you, already feeling yourself follow his movements. Melting into each other’s touch for a heated, passionate kiss. This one different from the rest as you fully retrouvaille in the presence of each other.

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[thesunshineriptide]

hi hi ! i was wondering if you could do a rook x fem! reader, where the reader is always taking his hat and wearing it. like straight up just grabbing it off his head at the most random moments and walking off wearing it. i like to think rook would be confused by it lol 😂 if it can be fluffy romantic type beat, that would be amazing!! thank you and have a nice day <3

This was fun! I’ve never focused on Rook so much but I’m beginning to like him a lot 👀 hope this suits all your hat-stealing needs

Four times the Ramshackle Prefect stole Rook Hunt’s hat (and one time he got them back)

Rook Hunt/Female!Reader

Tw// camping, French people, rook typical creeping, she/her pronouns used for reader

1 -

It’s a lovely, golden afternoon on campus. The sun is shining in a way that’s both bright and delicate to the skin, there’s a light breeze that livens the air without causing it to become too cold, the birds are singing sweetly, and you and your boyfriend are lazing about in the pollinator gardens outside, soaking up the day.

It had begun, as nearly everything does, as a study date, but after a while of bemoaning an oncoming stress headache, Rook sighed.

“Ma petit bichette, every moment of pain that strikes you is double more for me. The sun is bright and lively, the trees dance and sway, and yet you pout so. What can I do to soothe your sores?”

You let out a wistful sigh, “Studying is no fun when you’re sitting all the way over there. How can I play with your hair when you’re so far away?”

Rook let out a playful laugh, taking off his hat to hold against his chest as he laid with his head in your lap, “Is this better, Ma choute?”

He didn’t miss the momentary smirk you let out before it melted into a sweeter smile, your hand reaching to rake fingers through his hair, “Much better, darling, thank you.”

He watched as something in your body languages shifted, much like a cat about to pounce, and he barely refrained from narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

A second later, his hat was removed from his grasp, and he raised an eyebrow as you placed it on your own head, preening side to side to show off for him.

“Do you think I look okay?”

He laughed softly and reached up to caress your cheek, “Absolutely beautiful, chèrie.” He his lips were twisted into something both soft and playful as he flicked the brim up, “But really, now. I’m worried you may have simply been after my accessory and not my love. Surely this isn’t true, is it?”

When all you did was smirk and lean down to press a kiss to his lips, he knew at once that he was half right.

2 -

It had been three days since that incident in the garden when he heard familiar footsteps approaching form behind.

“Ah! Ma sucre d’orge, how fairs my fairest?” He smiled as you wrapped your arms around him from behind, and turned around in your grasp to see your face. “Mademoiselle Trickster, the stars dance in your eyes. Are you up to mischief?” He watched as your hand slowly made its way up to his head, and felt the weight of his hat being lifted. He tilted his head in interest, a tiny smirk playing on his lips, “ah, my hat again? Do you like it so much?”

He couldn’t stop himself from the smile that he was trying to fight back when you sheepishly smiled and said, “I just think it’s neat.” Before you plopped his hat directly back onto your own head.

He hummed and leaned down to peck your cheek, “If you desire it so much, I suppose I can part with it for now. Be sure to care for it well, will you? It’s my favorite headpiece.”

As you nodded eagerly and turned to skip off, he couldn’t stop himself from laughing again. You had ventured all the way to the third year classrooms just to stop him and steal his hat? What a marvelous creature you are indeed.

3 -

He’s beginning to regret saying he could part with his hat.

It’s been two weeks of you sneaking up behind him and stealing his hat, with a kiss and a ‘thanks’ if he’s lucky, and sometimes without a word if he isn’t. Being hatless all the time is making him feel naked. How can he hide his eyes from the sun? How can he keep his hair from being messed up? Why were you doing this to him?

Well, he finally decided to put a stop to it.

It was a Thursday when he left his dorm room with a box in tow, wrapped in delicate, lacy patterned pink wrapping paper and headed his way to the Ramshackle dorm that his lover stayed.

“Ma amor! I’ve come bearing a present for you!” He called into the darkness of the dorm.

When you emerged from upstairs, looking sleepy in your pajamas, rubbing at one eye with the worst case of bed head he’d ever seen, he thought he might swoon. There’s a certain beauty in someone so relaxed, so sweet, so docile, isn’t there?

“Hi baby, wha’s up?” You hummed, walking right up to him to snuggle your way into his arms, “I missed you.”

“I believe you may have been asleep, lovely,” Rook said with fondness and amusement, “I brought you a present.”

You looked up with big eyes, “Ah?! Why, what day is it? Oh shit, Rook, I’m so sorry, I didn’t get you anything-“

He cut you off with a kiss and patted your head, “Non, Ma ange, it’s no holiday today. I simply noticed you like my hat.” He smiled when he saw you perk up, staring intently at him. “So I brought you this.”

He watched as you carefully undid the paper, eyes flicking up to him every few seconds nervously. He walked to stand behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, head resting on your shoulder as you opened the box to reveal…

A hat!

He listened to your heart beat flutter as you looked over it. It looked remarkably similar to his signature hat, but the colors were different. It was a cool grey-blue with a white ribbon, rather than his usual tan and black one, and it had a white plume that matched his own, but on the opposite side of his, and angled lower so as not to stick up.

He watched as your eyes looked between him and the hat, a mix of emotions evident on your face, before you put it on and smiled at him, “Thank you, Rook. This is really sweet, I love it.”

4 -

It seems as though this gift did not stop the prefect from stealing her boyfriend’s hat, however. It wasn’t as often - he saw them wear her matching hat to class a lot - but sometimes they would still do it; Either having forgotten their hat at their dorm and stealing his, or simply taking his hat and stacking it on top of their hat.

He thought it amusing and cute at first, but was readily growing less enchanted with it, often taking his hat back from them before they could run off with it and watching them pout in retaliation.

It seemed this only made them more determined, and he had to swat away their hands more often throughout the day.

“Trickster, is there a reason you want to steal my hat? You have a matching one of your own, non? Do you not like it?”

His lovers hands halted and their mischievous grin slipped from their face as they lowered their arms back to their sides, “Is it…annoying you?”

Rook hummed a moment before speaking carefully, “This game is becoming somewhat tiresome for myself, but it seems as though you could not get enough. Why do you enjoy it so?”

He watched as you shifted side to side and to play with your fingers, “I like having a reminder of you during the day when we’re in separate classes. Your hat smells like you…”

He looked shocked for a moment before giving a doe-eyed smile to them. How sweet is that? How lucky to have someone who admires him as much as he admires them.

“Ma chèrie, there is truly no other like you. Come by my dorm later, I will aid your quest, but I ask you not steal my hat any longer. I have a look to maintain, you know.”

Counterattack -

Rook hummed as he wandered around Ramshackle dorm. His lover had been asked to be the scorekeeper for Vargas’s camping trip, and he was left behind, all alone!

He understood, now, why you had kept stealing his hat. It had already been three days and it felt tortuous without you.

He was on a mission, though. He sifted carefully through the coat rack in the foyer, eyes pealed for- yes, there it is!

Your grey-blue hat with the white band and matching plume. He smiled to himself as he took off his own tan hat, placing it where yours had once been. He placed your hat on his head, sighing softly. It has simply been awful with you gone.

He jumped as he heard approaching footsteps and the jingling of keys, turning to look at the door. He didn’t need any magic spells to know you were on the other side.

When you opened the door, looking exhausted and hungry, only to find your boyfriends standing there in YOUR hat, a hysterical laugh bubbled over your lips.

Grim wandered in behind you, grumbling about tuna or classes or something, who cares, and promptly began screeching upon seeing Rook just…standing there.

“Ah, Ma bichette, you’ve returned! Welcome home. You have a…pale beauty about you. Shall I make you something to eat? Perhaps some soup for the soul?”

[fairy-tale-writer]

Harsh Fall From Cloud Nine

Vil Schonheit & Fem!Reader & Rook

WARNING: BULLYING! NONCONSENSUAL LEWD PHOTOS!

Prompt: When you got a note from your crush asking you to meet him in the courtyard at night, you thought it would end in a happy ending...

Note: I just really wanted to write some fluffy Momma! Vil and Papa! Rook. They're one of my favorite fluff ships because they legit act like a couple already.

Expect heartbreak and forehead kisses! :3!

Forehead kisses just are the best kisses I'm sorry...🥺👉👈!

CHEERS!

Come to the courtyard at 10. I'll be waiting~❤️

Your heart was pounding wildly in your chest as you finished your makeup. It was during alchemy class when you slipped the note from your crush.

Every time you read the note in your classes, or even felt your fingers brush against the paper in your pocket, your heart thudded. It was like a drum was in your chest and your brain would turn to mush.

The evening couldn't have come soon enough.

You finished placing a stray lock of hair in place before deciding you were ready. The courtyard was not far a walk from Pomefiore's dorms, but you wanted to be there early.

The outfit you selectively picked was sexy and mature. You even slipped in a couple foil packets--if it was a best-case scenario, you never know.

Safety first!

Now, you just had to make it to the courtyard as quiet as possible--Vil had a strict curfew of being in bed at ten, lights out at eleven.

You had your heels in your hand so you could walk down the hallway barefoot. Thankfully the hallway had a long rug over the cold, wooden floors making it easier to be quiet.

You tip-toed down the hall keeping your head on a swivel. When you arrived at the corner of a hallway, you cautiously peeked around the wall. You didn't even hear a single noise when a hand suddenly covered your mouth. You shrieked, but thankfully the leather glove muffled it from being loud.

"What are you doing sneaking around, lil' birdie?"

Rook?

You moved your head and saw it was indeed the huntsman. He wasn't as bad as running into Vil, but he was a higher gamble of getting you in trouble than a normal student.

Then again the Pomefiore students jumped at the chance of snitching to Vil to get his approval.

With Rook being very close to Vil--you question if they're dating--it was a high risk. Then again Rook was a close friend with you and seemed to adore you like a little sister.

You turned around to face him, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Rook, what are you doing?" You hissed.

"I could ask the same of you, mademoiselle. Are you going out on a date?" His eyes traveled down with a smirk.

You blushed and tucked your hands in your arms. "Don't worry about it. Are you going to rat me out to Vil now?"

"Not if you tell me who you're seeing."

"Rook!"

The huntsman grinned with a chuckle, "Or of course, I can report right away to Vil-sama."

Fuck.

"Fine. It's... it's the guy from Pomefiore I've been liking." You muttered.

"Oh?"

You blushed with a love-sick smile on your lips.

"He told me to meet him in the courtyard at ten. Isn't that romantic?"

"Wee wee! Just be safe, madamosille." Rook said.

He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on your brow. When he pulled away you nodded before scurrying off.

Rook's eyes narrowed in worry, your crush was known to be a trickster.

But would he be so cruel as to pull a trick on you?...

It seemed like time was ticking by so slowly.

You were waiting in the courtyard as your crush had said, several minutes early. He didn't specify where but you picked the bench in front of the koi pond.

The small pond was lit up with lights for the safety of the students and staff. The water changed colors slowly with the aid of the lights illuminating the fish in the water.

It was kinda soothing to watch.

You glanced down at your phone, it was past ten o clock by a few minutes.

Maybe they were running late?

Or did they get caught by Vil or another teacher?

What if they cancelled?

You did have to admit to yourself it was odd of them to suddenly ask you out. They never really seemed to notice you in your alchemy class, or even talked to you before. You nervously chewed on the inside of your cheeks.

The courtyard was rather dark at night with very few light sources available. If a wild predator were to find it's way in here, you would be done for.

Duh, that's why the curfew was in place for--to keep students from doing illegal or sexual things on school grounds--as well as for the danger of nocturnal predators.

God those damn heels were so painful to wear!

You reached down and hooked the back of them allowing your aching feet to slip out.

Relief.

Just then you heard footsteps.

A silhouette of a human being stepped closer into the light.

It was your crush.

Being a fellow Pomefiore student, he was dressed handsomely. His makeup looked flawless and his clothing was more elegant and mature, just a bit toned down from yours.

"Hi." He greeted.

"Hey." You greeted back.

"Sorry, you were probably waiting for me for a while."

"I-It's no problem." You lied, as if you weren't scared or worried. Thank god for the low, tinted light hiding the blush on your cheeks.

He strolled over and sat down beside you in the most graceful way possible. The low lighting highlighted his gorgeously, chiseled features.

"So...why did you invite me here?" You asked trying to start a conversation.

"I just wanted to talk to you," He answered with a shy shrug, "I was too nervous to talk to you during alchemy class cuz ya know...you're really pretty."

The flush on your cheeks only seemed to grow hotter. He was scared of talking to you because you were pretty? Does this dude even look in a mirror at how handsome he is?

"I think you're...really handsome." You commented.

This was so awkward, you always struggled with flirting and confidence. Vil was mentoring you on it, which was difficult but it seemed to work.

When you lifted your eyes from the bench you saw he was awfully close to your face, his head tilted. You met him halfway pressing your lips against his. Kissing was not your strength, but your crush surely made up for your lack of experience.

His lips were soft and gentle, his hands sliding up your arm from your wrist to your neck.

Was that a click noise?

He trailed down from your lips to your neck gently suckling and biting.

That was when you were sure you heard a click.

"What's that noise?" You whispered.

The boy hummed, not pulling his lips off of you. This time you swore you heard a clicking noise, but you couldn't tell clicking of what. His other hand slid up your legs under your skirt. 

"I'm serious!" You snapped pulling his hand out.

His handsome features turned into a sort of disappointed scowl.

"There is something clicking." You hissed.

"Just ignore it." He leaned forward again and you took his shoulders pushing him away.

"I don't feel comfortable, I'm going to go look." You stood up but your crush quickly grabbed onto your wrist.

"I told you it's nothing." He snarled.

There was something clearly off, he could see the suspicion in your eyes. His scowl turned into a gentle smile.

"C'mon...don't leave me yet. We're just getting started."

"I-I..."

CRUNCH!

A silhouette of a human fell from a bush. When you peered closer you saw it was one of the first years of Pomefiore. He scrambled to grab his phone that was lit up with the pictures app on the screen.

"You idiot!" Your crush snarled.

"Y-You know this creep?!" You shrieked.

The man sighed and turned to you opening his mouth as if he had a reasonable explaination.

Instead he gave you a shove.

Right into the koi pond.

The pond was deeper than originally thought, especially when one is pushed in. You sat up completely soaked, the water just below your chest.

You heard cackling and clicking noises. Your heart sunk seeing the two boys were laughing at you, the freshman frantically taking photos. You realized your legs were spread apart with only the mini skirt you were wearing revealing your vulnerable area.

You quickly closed them but it was too late, as the camera kept snapping. You stood up to get out, but you failed to release just how slippery the bottom was. You fell again, scratching your palms and knees on the rough fabric below.

Your crush continued laughing like he was a mad man. You grabbed the rock edge and pulled yourself out of the pond.

The water was freezing cold causing you to shiver.

As if to add salt to the wound your crush sneered.

"How did you even get into Pomefiore you ugly, fool?"

He walked away and the first year took several more photos before following after him like a lost puppy. You sniffed, holding yourself tight as if that would heal you from the horrible scenario that just happened.

You needed to get back and change, the water was freezing. You held back your tears not trusting if they had actually walked away. You sniffed and wiped at your cheek leaving smeared makeup at the back of your hand.

You no doubt looked like a drowned racoon right now.

You stood up and grabbed your heels before heading out. The cool night air once bearable was now freezing. The sexy white blouse you wore stuck to your skin and was opaque.

What was worse was that if you moved your arms anyone could easily see your bra--or see through it. It was made of a thin, sexy lingere lace which was also see through from the water.

Your bare toes were red and swollen making it painful to walk on the dirt path. Your fingers were in just as bad condition, even tucked under your arms they weren't getting any warmer.

When you happened to glance behind you, there was wet footprints and  drips leading back to you.

Shit.

Hopefully you would dry just enough before you reached the castle. Vil would surely have a stroke if you left a trail of dirt and water in the dorm. Then again, Vil was at the back of your things to worry about right now.

You didn't give much of a damn for anything. You were just embarrassed by the guy of your dreams and then had embarrassing photos taken of you.

You felt so violated and betrayed.

The hard lump in your throat returned causing tears to come to your eyes. You angrily wiped them away reminding yourself that you could cry in a few minutes when you were safely back into your room.

No better place to have a nice cry than in a boiling hot shower. Until then you had to make it there.

It didn't take too long for you to arrive to the doors.

You carefully pushed one of the doors open just enough for you to slid in the crack and close it with out causing too much noise. The long and spacious hallway caused noises to be very echoey and loud.

You hurried across the entrance rug--as soon as you were to open the door you were safe stepping into the gigantic area rug into the main lobby.

It felt like you were stepping on broken glass when your bare feet touched the cold tiling. Your ankles wobbled with every slow and careful step to the doors.

Thankfully your feet were dry so you didn't have to worry about slipping. At last you arrived to the doors and carefully opened one before slipping through once again.

Your back was to the room as you slowly shut the door.

"Why so sneaky?"

You screamed and turned around, your back slamming into the door.

Fuck! It was Vil!

He looked less than displeased to see you, sitting regally on the couch. At the couch across from him was Rook lounging back with his leg crossed.

"You...you fuckin' snitched?!" You snarled at the huntsman.

Vil stood, "Rook did not report you. We caught another couple of students carelessly stomping in and cackling. They mentioned you also broke curfew, as if that would save them from punishment."

Vil took a few steps forward narrowing his eyes.

"What happened to you?"

Rook suddenly stood and hurried over when he saw your condition.

"I...I fell." You lied.

You were afraid if you spoke the truth you would end up crying in front of them--and that was the last thing you wanted to do.

"Into a bath tub?" Vil asked.

You shoulders shook as you ducked your head in shame. There was a  weight draped across your shoulders. Rook had draped his school uniform jacket upon you noticing you were shivering violently.

"Did he do this to you?" Rook asked.

Vil sighed and touched your cold face causing you to look up. His face showed remorse as he examined the messy makeup on your face.

"Go take a warm shower and then come back here immeadiately after." Vi ordered.

"I just want to go to bed." You muttered.

"Sweet potato, you cannot go to bed at this state. Rook, make sure she follows through." The huntsman nodded and gently took your shoulder, guiding you to your room.

"Did he do this?" Rook asked, his voice low with aggravation.

You didn't trust your voice and instead nodded. The rest of the walk was uncharacteristically silent until you arrived to your room.

"I'll wait on the bed." Rook still sounded as cheerful as ever, but his cheeriness was eerie for the situation.

You didn't glance his way as you grabbed comfortable pajamas and undergarments. You dared a peek at yourself in the mirror; at least your makeup wasn't as badly smudged as you had assumed.

Although your mascara was a dripping, inky, smeared mess and the redness of your nose made you look like a clown.

You felt like a clown...

In the shower you had a nice, good cry as you warmed and cleaned yourself up. You were quick knowing Rook and Vil were waiting for you, but it did at least make you feel a little better.

When you stepped out Rook gave you a gentle smile, "Feel better, madamosille?"

"A little." You sniffed, rubbing your sore cheeks.

The huntsman once again accompanied you back to the main room. This time he was much more of a jabber mouth, jabbering away about light hearted things.

Like the chipmunk he rescued and nursed before setting them back into the wild. Or how he discovered a hidden forest where a rare flower bloomed.

It made the walk back to the main living room more comfortable. When you walked in the smell of tea pulled you in.

Vil had set down three tea cups and a tea pot on the coffee table. When you say down Vil poured the hot tea into the cups. You picked yours up and smelled it; the one scent you could recognize was lavender. Being an expert potion-maker meant he was also very good at making tea.

"May you explain to me what happened?" Vil asked softly.

You took another sip of your tea avoiding eye contact.

"You were to meet at the courtyard, is that correct?" You choked but nodded slowly.

Vil frowned noticing tears forming in your swollen eyes. He reached over to touch your knee, noticing your freshly scraped wounds.

"Did he hurt you?" Vil questioned.

You swallowed but your voice was still a creaky mess. "He-He shoved me...i-into the koi pond.

"That explains why you were soaking wet. I will have to have...a little talk with him." Vil said.

"Was that all he did?" Rook questioned.

You visibly stiffened. "That was it."

The model narrowed his eyes as a few tears dripped from your eyes. Rook who sat beside you, pulled you into a gentle side hug.

"Madame, there's no need to be afraid--Vil won't be mad at you." He comforted, brushing a few stray locks of hair from your face.

You hid your face in your hands as a sob slipped past your lips. Rook held you tighter as you desperately wiped at your face. Your eyes were already swollen and red and rubbing at your face was just making it worse.

After a minute you managed to gather yourself enough to speak.

"He...He had one of his friends take embarrassing...eh, lewd photos of me." There was a high tension in the room of intense anger.

Rook's grip on your shoulder got tighter. 

"He did what now?"

Although it sounded like a question, Vil wasn't asking you to repeat yourself. His hand pulled away from your knee to curl into a fist. Even Rook who was always cheerful and sweet was visibly upset.

"It's because I'm the only girl of the school...isn't it?" You sniffed.

"Or perhaps he's jealous of your close relationship with Vil-sama." Rook said.

"Tt, a bastard who believes that humiliating others in such a pitiful way is no greater than gum on my shoe." He spat.

"I'm so sorry...I was so stupid." You sobbed.

Vil's eyes softened as he sat down beside you gently taking your hand. It honestly felt kinda nice being lightly squished between Vil and Rook. They both has this sort of relaxing aura to them, or maybe it was the tea.

Either way you felt safe.

Vil kissed your forehead and you felt warm inside.

"Do not let that rotted potato upset you darling, we'll take care of everything."

"So I'm not in trouble?" You asked softly.

Vil gave you a look, "You'll get two extra chores for an entire week."

"Vil-sama," Rook defended.

"Hmph, you experienced enough of a punishment. Go to bed and rest now sweet potato,"

Before you could get up, you were squeezed into a tight hug between both Rook and Vil.

It was more like Rook pulled the both you and Vil in and the latter just made it a group hug.

You smiled and rested your head against Rook's shoulder.

Screw that rotted potato!

You had Vil and Rook....

[emyluwinter]

A little care from the Prefect~

Gift When Rook had a birthday, Yuu asked him for a phone to give him a "gift"

- Oh Trickster-san. I'm burning with curiosity~

Yuu sends several files to the Hunter phone and presses record playback.

"Good Morning Rook! I wish you a good day!"

This phrase was said... by himself…

Neigu Le Blanche

Rook froze in disbelief. Yuu awkwardly smiling shyly giving back the phone to the owner.

- I'm sorry I was in a bit of a hurry..there are only about 10 replicas.

Rook seems petrified on the spot. And stopped breathing?

Yuu gets nervous and looks at Vil. She was very nervous. Killing the birthday boy was definitely not part of her plans.

- I think I accidentally killed him…

Rook starts fanning his face with his palms. He was barely holding back tears.

- Oh, what an amazing gift!!I am so touched that tears of joy threaten to ruin my makeup. Oh, this is incredible!!Ah, i can't miss a single tear. My body is bursting with happiness!

Rook was so happy that he wanted to know the details of how Yuu was able to get something like this. Everything turned out to be much simpler. When there was a VDC, Yuu asked Neigu to make voice cues for the Rook.

For one of the most loyal fans. Rook listened to these lines for 40 minutes.

Vil almost strangled Yuu when he heard Neigu voice in his dorm for so long.

Rook gave Yu about two poems and 15-minute hugs.

**

Lunch time~

From the very beginning, the day turned out to be very difficult and eventful. Even for Jade, there were a lot of knots in the threads that were difficult to untangle.

And as luck would have it, his favorite dishes with mushrooms were sold out in the cafeteria.

After finding a place for himself and starting the meal, Jade looks in surprise as someone on the right puts a large fried grimm in cheese on his plate.

- A hard day, yes, Jade-senpai?

Yuu received the most tender and appreciative smile from Jade. Did this little Prefect notice his upset look under his eternal mask? Indeed, this magical student is full of riddles.

- Oya-oya. Are you trying to bribe me, Prefect?

- no. I just saw how upset you were that there was nothing with mushrooms and wanted to share.

- How merciful of you. ~

- Let's agree that you just charged me for a couple of mushrooms with cheese so I could sit next to you?

Yuu remembered well about the "life motto" of this dorm. And she was also in her right mind so as not to get herself into unnecessary trouble.

Jade agreed.

He spent the rest of the day in a better mood. Floyd and Azul were seriously scared, because he was usually like this after hiking. And this entailed whole bags of unknown mushrooms and other herbs.

Tea~

Lilia always suffered from the long sleeves on his lab coat. And Yuu noticed how he already rolls up his sleeves once every 4.

- Lilia Senpai can you borrow your robe for a while?

- Ufufu. What do you want to do, child? - Lilia was very curious to find out what she was up to.

Taking out a small sewing kit from her pocket, Yuu folded the fabric to the desired length, measuring the approximate distance. And I made several stitches in four sections in the places where it was necessary to hold the fabric.

- Please try it on if I can change anything.

Lilia was pleasantly surprised when he found that the sleeves now do not get in the way, and they are neatly sewn.

- Wonderful!!Now me don't have to be distracted by it during classes! What a kind, wonderful child!

Yuu was slightly embarrassed.

- It's not a big deal.

- Prefect, please come to our tea party in Diasomnia today. I want to thank you properly!

Silver had to barricade the kitchen together with other students when Lilia wanted to bake "cookies" for tea with Yuu.

Lilia was a little offended that he was not allowed into the kitchen again.

Malleus quickly resolved the conflict by saying that it would be better to avoid cookies because he does not know if the Prefect has an allergy. And so that there is no conflict, they will take some jam or small snacks from the Cafeteria.

That evening, Yuu was saved from his own attempted murder without even knowing it.

[mara-xx217]

May I request a Trickster x Reader with Breeding Kink and Sex infront of a mirror with lots of dirty talk? ^^

I- Uh, I- ...oh my... 😳 Literally my favorite things...? You spoil me, Anon!

Warnings: Mirror Kink, Some Dirty Talk, Breeding Kink, Marking

Ji-Woon is a lot of things, and one of those things was vain. He loved himself, and he certainly loved to look at himself. When you became his muse, that, in a way, extended to you, as well. He most definitely loved to admire you, both from afar and up close. He's already memorized nearly every inch of your body, to the point he knows your body by touch, alone. But sometimes, Ji-Woon can't help himself with wanting to... observe every last inch of your flushed and needy form.

Every time you tried to hang your head in embarrassment, a fistful of your hair was grabbed, forcing you to look at the full body mirror that was set before you. Between the harsh grip on your hair, the hand crushed in between your thighs, and the cock that was pounding into you from behind, you were beyond overwhelmed and at your breaking point.

Red lipstick was smeared across your body; all over your face, your neck and shoulders, your inner thighs... The teary eyed, disheveled look suited you well, and Ji-Woon had every intention of burning this image of you into his mind so that he would never forget it. Your every little moan, the way your thighs tremble every time he strokes your clit, the way you keep on sheepishly ducking your head down- all of it belonged in the forefront of his mind.

He knew just how to push you over the edge with his voice, alone. You're so beautiful when you cry. I love it when you scream my name. Keep your head up so I can see that look on your face. Hear those sounds you are making here? Music to my ears... It's more than embarrassing, and it brings you tumbling over the edge every single time he forces you to watch just how much you can take before you are overflowing and quivering in his arms.

By the end of the night, you'll be a slippery and hypersensitive mess, unable to sit upright without Ji-Woon's assistance. Your reflection would be admired, every smudge, every bruise and scratch traced over, immortalized in his memory. And when he finally pulls out of you? What a glorious sight, indeed... He'll be sure to capture this moment... physically, whether it be a photograph or recorded, and he'll treasure it forever and always.

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Omg the kitsune ideas! can we have more crumbs of it? 🧐

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Since Gorou is also coming in the future updates, I imagine both Kazuha and Gorou have some rivalry. How did a kitsune meet another kitsune? Simple, you took him in your shrine when you saw how badly wounded Gorou was in his fox form

You can't leave him all alone there outside so dirty and wet so you treated his wounds and asked Kazuha to watch over him. Reluctantly accepting since he doesn't want to leave your side, he patiently waits for you to come back while guarding the sleeping fox.

For some reason, he had a bad feeling about him. He’s unsure for what reason but he always trusts his instincts. So he keeps his guard up and occasionally glares at Gorou whenever he shifts in his sleep.

Once fox boi was recovered, he reverted to his human form and then got all clingy around you.

“Mistress! Mistress! Is there anything you need?”

“Mistress, look I caught this bug!”

“Mistress, you look beautiful wearing that kimono!”

Is Gorou seriously stealing his role as your familiar? Kazuha clenched his teeth and stomped his way to the fox. Grabbing his shoulder harshly, he forced a smile, and through his gritted teeth, he told him this

“If you’re already feeling well, it’s best to leave this shrine and go back to where you come from.”

He attempted to say that to him politely. Gorou blankly stared at him and fully faced him.

“No.”

Dumbfounded by his straightforward answer, Gorou took this as a chance to look for you and spend his time with the god.

As he chased after that mischievous brunette fox, Kazuha was too late to stop him and there he saw him hugging you so casually.

“[Name]-sama, that kitsune is a bad sign if he stays in this shrine!” Your familiar interjected and looked at you with pleading eyes, on the other hand, Gorou was sullen by his words, his ears drooping.

“Kazuha, where are your manners?” You scolded before patting Gorou's hair to mollify his gloomy state.

That damn fox!! He’s just acting all innocent in front of you!

“But— he’s a nogitsune*!”

Gorou turned pale, his figure stiffening before quickly changing back to his usual state. Out of the blue, a puff of clouds surrounded you and you shut your eyes that it’s becoming blinding for your vision.

Kazuha instantly ran to where you were sitting but before he could grab you, he stopped in his tracks seeing a child on your lap. And it’s not just an ordinary child, he has an uncanny resemblance to that fox.

Did he seriously change his form?

You felt a tugging in your sleeve and looking down, your heart thumped when round teal eyes were peering at you.

“Ne, mistress, you won’t abandon me right?” From the corner of his eyes, you saw a small tear welling up, almost threatening to stream down his face.

“I don’t have any place to live in and if you… if you plan to leave me, then please let me serve you one last time as my gratitude for helping me.”

Kazuha turned to you, shaking his head furiously to reject his offer, hoping you’ll say no to that cheeky kitsune yet his world shattered when you smiled at Gorou so gently.

“I won’t kick you out, Gorou. If you’re still looking for a shelter, you can stay here as long as you want.”

Now that you’ve got a closer look at this child fox, he reminds you of that tanuki who also visits you in her free time…

“Then can I become mistress’s familiar as well?”

You gaped at him for a moment, his question surprising you. The only familiar you have is Kazuha and he’s been by your side for as long as you can remember. Being asked if they can be your servant is one thing you haven’t heard in a long time. You really don’t need it, especially that you’re almost a forgotten god of Inazuma.

“Well, if that is what you wish but I’m not a strong god if that is what you are expecting…”

“It’s fine! And…” Another puff of clouds has surrounded the area and you faintly see a tall silhouette and fox ears standing up before it knelt down before you and kissed the back of your hand.

“Serving you is already enough for me.”

A strong and heavy impact made contact with his face and Gorou groaned, rubbing his throbbing head before glaring at the culprit.

“Such despicable and blasphemy thing you’re doing to Lady [Name]. Have you no sense of shame to respect a god that is right before you?”

Kazuha ridiculed the nogitsune with a scoff.

Calming down their banter and glaring contest, you waved to him to come sit down next to you. Noticing his rudeness, he quickly cleared his throat and apologized.

“Kazuha-kun is a messenger, perhaps he can also train you to become one.”

His body didn’t know how to react, it just shut down. He froze to a point where he was hardly breathing. He looked at you in disbelief, lips opening and closing to try to reason out with you.

“[Name]-sama, this must be a joke of some sort, is it?”

That smile. That sweet, sweet smile of yours made him entirely stop operating. There’s no way he’s going to live with this damn nogitsune and serve along with him, is he? Yes, perhaps this is just a nightmare he’s been dreaming of.

Oh, how Kazuha wished it is indeed just a mere nightmare.

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nogitsune- a wild kitsune that do not have a divine soul or serve as messengers of the gods. nogitsune are notorious tricksters. one of their favorite activities is transforming in order to trick foolish humans