#reasons to fear rook hunt

[shikiii-skadi]

How the Twisted Wonderland characters look at you:

INCLUDES: riddle rosehearts, deuce spade, azul ashengrotto, floyd leech, kalim al asim, jamil viper, rook hunt, epel felmier, vil schoenheit, idia shroud, malleus draconia, silver, sebek zigvolt

WARNINGS: reader is described as shorter than floyd, reader wears mascara in rooks part

NAVIGATION: Twisted Wonderland Masterlist

❤️Riddle Rosehearts❤️

Like you are the most beautiful rose in the garden - According to the rules, each rose at the unbirthday party had to be perfect. But even your imperfect sides made you beautiful. But that had to be against the rules, right?

❤️Deuce Spade❤️

Like he wants to make you proud of him - Deuce had made many mistakes during his delinquent days but he is more than determined to change and become an honor student. Every time you support him or help him archive his goal, he feels the overwhelming urge to make you proud of him. Which is why he puts even more effort into everything (which may or may not end badly).

💙Azul Ashengrotto💙

Like you are an easy target for his schemes - You were just a helpless and magicless human from another world. Who would have been better to manipulate in a contract, that was clearly more beneficial to the contractor than the client, than someone like you? But you weren't as naive as Azul thought you are and were able to somehow wiggle yourself out of every attempt of his to either make you sign a contract with him or be otherwise in debt to him. Seems like you are quite intelligent. He should definitely keep an eye on you. Of course, this has nothing to do with personal reasons.

💙Floyd Leech💙

Like you are a squeezable little shrimp - You were just so defenseless and small compared to Floyd, that he couldn't help but squeeze you incredibly tight every time he saw you. I mean, he has that urge with everyone he sees, but with you, it was extra strong. And you could do nothing but accept it if you didn't want to risk becoming the cause of one of his scary mood swings.

🧡Kalim Al-Asim🧡

Like you are a ray of sunshine - Whenever Kalim saw you, he was beaming with joy. You were just so much fun to be around. His everlasting cheerfulness was through the roof when you were around. Kalim has definitely impulsively purchased things for your entertainment, like a jet ski, so he can witness your laughs and smiles more often. (Jamil is crying in a corner)

🧡Jamil Viper🧡

Like he has his only rest when you are near - As vice houswarden of Scarabia and Kalim's attendant, Jamil rarely has even five minutes to relax. No, scratch that, he never actually had time off. But when you are there, he can finally get a well-deserved break. Scarabia could be on fire or Kalim could fall off his flying carpet in those few minutes with you, Jamil doesn't care. He will deal with it afterward.

💜Vil Schoenheit💜

Like he is the only one, who can make you reach your full potential - Vil could clearly see the beauty you possessed, even if it was diminished by your miserable living conditions and the little money Crowley gave you for clothes and beauty products. But fear not, that is where Vil steps in. He was sure that he was the only one capable of leading you to your utmost beauty.

💜Epel Felmier💜

Like you are his damsel in distress - I mean, yeah, sure realistically Epel knows that you don't need him to save you and that you aren't really a helpless damsel, but it makes him feel manly when you ask him to open a jar for you or get something from a higher shelf.

💜Rook Hunt💜

Like you are the embodiment of beauty - Rook enjoys to watch you in every situation of your life. You just come home having to run the entire way from the school building to Ramshackle Dorm with Grim in tow through the pouring rain, your clothes are completely soaked, your hair looks like a wet dog, and your mascara is running down your cheeks. Rook has never seen anything more beautiful.

💙Idia Shroud💙

Like you are a cute kitty - Idia is a cat lover. And he can't help thinking that you're just as cute as the fluffy feline creatures he loves so much. Not that he would ever say that out loud. The thought alone was enough to make his hair turn red. And a plus is that you don't run away when he approaches you.

💚Malleus Draconia💚

Like you are his only friend - Malleus was very lonely all his life until you ended up in Twisted Wonderland and made his favorite ruin your home. You were the only person who ever thought of inviting him, who didn't run away in fear or put him on a pedestal. Instead, you just treated him like a friend. And Malleus was sure to treasure that for all eternity.

💚Silver💚

Like you are his fairytale princess/prince - Among all the eccentric characters at Night Raven College, Silver was almost unnoticeable. Not that he was particularly bothered by that. But you always managed to make him feel special, even if he was just a mere knight (that's what Silver says at least). And when you jokingly tell him that he was like your knight in shining armor, that must mean that you are his princess/prince then, right?

💚Sebek Zigvolt💚

Like you aren't that bad for a human - Sebek wanted nothing to do with you. You weren't worth his attention because you were just a mere human. In addition, you have greatly upset him by having the audacity to call his great liege by a silly little nickname. Imagine how irritated Sebek is when he realizes that he thinks your company is actually quite nice. Maybe you're not that bad for a human. Not that he actually likes you, of course! No, he is definitely not blushing!

[crheativity]

SUMMARY: Someone's picked a fight with Prefect! But he isn't going to let anyone hurt you anymore. Not on his watch. Part 2! Part 1 w/ Cater and Azul can be found here.

WARNINGS: Prefect (you) gets hit in the face & a cut is on your head. Use of the words t*cked (in Vil’s part) and h*ll (in Silver’s)

COMMENTS: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I MIGHT HAVE CARPAL TUNNEL SO WRITING IS HARD- I might be writing less for a while :( Not sure if I’ll do another part to this one (unless you guys request for it)! but also! This is also dedicated to two people! @vtoriacore (happy extremely late birthday!!) and @silvers-numberonefan!! I hope you guys like it!!

It must be raining.

You were just out in a storm. That’s all.

That would explain the crack of thunder that collided with your face and gave you a throbbing headache. The warm liquid blurring your vision and dripping out of your mouth and nose was just the rain, not some unholy mix of blood and tears. The chills that froze you where you stood was just humidity and the cold, not adrenaline and raw fear.

And yet, even with your desperate brain trying to come up with some reasonable explanation, the only thunderstorm you could see in front of you was a student you couldn’t recognise. Not with your head pounding like this. Not with the thunder in your ears.

There was something about the boy that scared you. That wasn’t uncommon - this school was full of terrifyingly promising mages. But the scariest thing wasn’t how he wielded his magical pen with deadly accuracy, or how strong he so evidently was.

It was just how much he seemed to be enjoying the mix of horror and pain, of blood and tears, that must have been so evidently and delicately splashed across your face.

His smile twisted as he raised pen again, something in those cruel eyes of his setting off alarm signals in your aching head.

“This’ll teach you not to meddle where you don’t belong.”

The pen glowed, pure magic surrounding it as he prepared to shoot. His sadistic eyes were alight with entertainment. He knew what he was about to do. He didn’t care.

You squeeze your eyes shut and braced for the lightning.

And then everything went black.

“Darling…“ Your boyfriend and the Pomefiore housewarden, Vil Schoenheit, knelt in front of you as you sat on the floor. His voice, normally so perfect and soothing was now strained and tense. Barely hidden traces of wrath seeped through his words as he gently tilted your chin to observe the bruises and blood on your face.

You had arrived not that long ago. Upon defending you from your assailant, Rook Hunt, Pomefiore’s vice housewarden had speedily brought you to Vil. After filling the housewarden in on the situation, one thing became abundantly clear to you:

Vil Schoenheit was ticked.

He pulled a phial full of green liquid out of his bag, not releasing the hand gently and delicately cupping your cheek. Unstopping the cork, he gently lifted it to your lips.

“Drink.” His voice was gentle, but firm. Tilting your head back, you slowly drank the potion. It had the taste of lime and the consistency of honey. Warmth began to flood through you as you drank. Slowly, miraculously, you felt the pain ease, and your cuts started to stitch back together. The bruises you had gained began to fade, and the pounding in your head relaxed. Bit by bit, the potion took effect.

Bit by bit, the storm’s damage was fading.

Vil reached back into his bag and pulled out some makeup removal wipes. Gently bringing your face closer to his, he delicately began clearing the blood away. His blonde hair framed his face perfectly as he worked, the purple ombré highlighting his matching eyes. Eyes normally filled with calm determination, a gentle storm of amethyst.

Now, however, they contained a different kind of storm.

A storm filled with conflict. A storm filled with both the desire to protect and the desire to avenge. One you knew would never hurt you. One you could get lost in, and know you were perfectly safe.

But, based on the way he was looking at you now, you weren’t so sure that the other boy would get off unscathed. You almost winced in sympathy for him.

Almost.

Vil quietly put the now empty potion bottle and used wipes back in his bag. He then turned to face you.

“Are you feeling all right? Any better than before?“ His eyes searched yours for any indication that you weren’t okay.

You gave a strained, tense smile. “I’m alright now. Thank you.”

His worries seemed to soothe a little, for a brief moment. Then, he cast his eyes towards the floor and mumbled a curse under his breath.

“I don’t know what that arrogant potato was thinking. If only I had been there, that fool would have significantly less to show for his impulsive idiocy…”

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m alright, see?“ You wiggle your fingers in his face for proof, his smile becoming more relaxed when he saw you were alright enough to be silly.

“Still,” he huffed, “that unintelligent potato should know better. Who was he, by the way?”

You shook your head. “I don’t know. I think I’ve seen him around before, but never learned his name.”

Vil studied you, as if trying to figure out whether you were trying to protect your assailant - the filthy potato that attacked you - or if you genuinely didn’t know.

“In any case, it doesn’t matter, right? Everything’s okay now. As long as he leaves me alone, that is, haha…” you scratched your head awkwardly and smiled. It was nowhere near the perfect, practised smile that Vil gave his audience, but to him it was personification of beauty itself.

To him, you were the fairest of them all.

And to you?

You pondered this as you smiled at his perfect features. He truely was the most beautiful person you’d ever seen. But your love for him wasn’t wrapped up in anything physical.

You simply loved him because of who he was. Flaws, insecurities and all. You loved the storm that he was - one that would always keep you safe, and never intentionally hurt you. The storm that would protect you as much as he was able. The one that had you dancing in and singing praises to the rain.

He smiled at you, wondering what thoughts were going through your head as he pulled you into a gentle, tight hug.

He was definitely going to ask Rook about that student. That potato would have to learn not to mess with you ever again.

After all, was it not the job of a ruler to protect those dear to them?

The sound of ice clashing with metal screamed through the air, ripping open your eyes in shock. A boy in black and green stood in front of you, his sword raised in a defensive position. His silver hair shone in the light, and you could see his eyes reflected in the blade he wielded with deadly expertise.

His concerned eyes met yours in the blade’s reflection.

His eyes.

You didn’t even know where to begin in describing them. Some argued they were light purple, others light blue. Everyone agreed on one thing, though. They were as dazzling as an aurora, shining with determination like a gem in the light.

“Are you alright, Prefect?”

“I-”

“Don’t you dare ignore me!” Your assailant fired two more spells in your direction. Your saviour, Silver, blocked them with ease, wielding his sword with surprising accuracy for someone who had been asleep less than five minutes ago.

Sheathing his sword, he pulled out his magical pen and raised it in self defence. “Excuse me, but I’m afraid I can’t let you hurt the prefect. You should leave now.”

Your assailant barked out a derisive laugh. “Like hell I will.”

“If you continue to try and hurt them, I will continue to protect them. I will not hold back. Make your choice.” His words weren’t loud, nor angry. He was offering your assailant a decision - walk away with his honour in tact, or accept the consequences of his actions.

There was something about Silver that had evidently unnerved your attacker. Whether it was the way he held himself, the way he spoke with such levelheadedness and determination, or maybe even just the way he wielded both his sword and his pen with such confidence, you didn’t know.

“This isn’t over.” He hissed at you as he wheeled around and stormed off.

You blinked. The storm was over almost as quickly as it had began.

You sank to the floor, dazed. Silver turned around and, seeing you on your knees, quickly started towards you. He knelt in front of you.

“Prefect. I am going to inspect and treat your injuries now. Do I have your permission?” He waited, his eyes searching yours for consent. When you nodded, he immediately reached for you.

His touch was gentle as he took your arms, turning them over to check for any major injuries. Upon finding nothing of note, he brushed your hair away to see the wound on your head clearer. After inspecting it tenderly, he gave a satisfied nod.

“The wound isn’t very deep. I could heal it now, or we could go to the nurse if you’d prefer?” He smiled at you gently and reassuringly.

“Um… could you do it please? If the others hear I’ve visited the nurse, they’d get worried, so…”

“Of course.” Lifting his pen, he gently tapped your forehead. You closed your eyes as you felt your cut knit together. The pounding in your head slow and stopped, and you breathed a sigh of relief.

Opening your eyes, you met Silver’s. He looked concerned, but offered you that soft, caring smile of his. You realised then just how close you both were, and that he was still holding your hand, rubbing comforting patterns into it with his thumb.

The reality of what had just happened started to set in, and tears pricked at your eyes, stinging almost as bad as the injuries had. Silver smiled at you sadly, and opened his arms silently, offering a hug. You quietly accepted. He held you tightly, rubbing your back and remaining a solid support for you.

He always was.

Silver always had kept an eye out for you during your time at NRC. You hoped he always would, his presence was a comfort and a strength during your hardest times.

He had always provided shelter from the storm.

And he always would.

(BONUS)

“Ahh, young love!” Lilia had found the two of you, fallen asleep in each other’s arms. Pulling out his phone, he snapped a photo with a devious smile.

♥Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it!!♥

[underqualified-human]

Riddle, Vil, Rook, Azul: S/O kept their birthday hidden

→ Request: Hello 👋 I love your works so much 🥺 May I please request a headcannon GN!S/O w/ Vil Schoenheit,Riddle Roseheart,Rook Hunt and Azul Ashengrotto

'Their s/o never told them when their birthday and they forgot to ask until one day,they accidentally hear their s/o just celebrating by theirself.'

You can ignore this request if u want,if you DO this request then thank you~

~Shiro

→ A/N: So I added a little drabble in between the headcanons for fun!

→ Warnings:

→ Fandom: Disney: Twisted Wonderland

→ Genre: Headcanons/Drabbles

→ Pronouns: They/Them

Riddle Rosehearts:

I know for a fact how this played out

Riddle wanted to invite you to an unbirthday party. You were his significant other of course he wanted you to attend. He also wanted to show off a little bit, though it was only natural to want to show your partner the best of yourself. A few times you'd asked him to let you help with setting up. Those were his favourite times. He'd sent you a letter invitation - as he usually does- but you hadn't responded to it yet. There was a small ball of nerves forming in the pit of his stomach.

As he climbed the steps to The Ramshackle dorm, he heard laughter. With a slightly angry hand, he knocked on the dorm. His anger lessened ever so slightly you answered the door, still smiling. "Why didn't you respond to my letter?" 

He asked, trying to hide his fear behind irritation. He looked past you and saw streamers hanging from the dirty dorm ceiling.

"Well, today's my birthday. It would be pretty rude to show up to an unbirthday party on my birthday."

Oh.

The ghosts dragged him into Ramshackle and made him miss his own unbirthday party 

He felt so bad, but doesn't let it show too much

Constantly beats himself up over the fact that he didn't even ask you

He gets you a gift the next day to try and make up for it

Marks the date on his calendar with a bright red heart

Vil Schoenheit:

The photographer had called for a 15-minute break and Vil had quickly checked his Magicam feed. On there he saw you'd posted a photo of a cake you had baked yourself (he could tell). There was a caption under the photo which said 'Happy Birthday To Me!'

Oh boy strap in

Is honestly upset with both you and himself. You because 'why didn't you tell me?' and himself because 'why didn't I just ask?'

Forces Convinces you to join him on a spa day when he's done with his work

Goes shopping with you and lets you pick out almost anything you want to buy

Makes sure to always remember the date from now on

Rook Hunt:

Rook likes to watch you from afar. This is not new information. The Frenchman is almost always nearby, just observing. It brought a sense of calm to your life knowing that he was never too far away. Whether you’d just grown accustomed to the feeling of him being around, or he’d gotten much better at hiding, you couldn’t feel his eyes watching that day. You saw him later walking in the hallway, but you never interacted with him that day beyond a small wave and a smile. You can’t always spend time with your boyfriend, life is busy sometimes. So, you spent the day with yourself and your friends. He popped up later that night, in the middle of your own little birthday party. How he found out you had no idea, maybe he didn’t know and just wanted to spend time with you. Whatever the reason may be, he was here and you were happy about it.

Honestly thinks it's funny that you managed to keep this a secret from him for so long, but still tries to hide it.

Bakes a cake/whatever else you want with you [macarons, he also makes macarons]

Your birthday is now one of his passwords

Takes you on a cute little picnic date the next day

Azul Ashengrotto:

Azul hadn't seen you all day and he'd started to get worried. You didn't have a lot of classes that overlapped, but you would normally spend lunches together. Today was a weekend, which made him even more nervous.

Luckily or not, weekends were when the lounge was most busy so he threw himself into his work to distract from the growing thoughts that swirled in his head.

He made it until past noon before he left to go look for you.

He checked all your usual spots but couldn't find you or your friends. When he finally checked your dorm, he heard loud laughter from the backyard. He walked along the side of the house and spotted you and Grimm having a water balloon fight. One hit you in the face and you slipped, laughing all the way down. 

When Grimm spotted him, his laughter died down. You turned your head to see Azul standing at the entrance to your little overgrown garden.

Before he could ask what was going on he saw a small cake on one of the nearby tables. You hit him in the face with a balloon, the plastic sticking to his glasses.

Congrats! You now have to comfort him for hours on your birthday because he's sad 😢

But seriously he knows well enough what it's like to be alone on your birthday and feels horrible that he'd unknowingly subject you to that. 

Spends the rest of the day with you doing what you want

At the end of the day, he has a little impromptu dinner at the Lounge, free of charge! (The price is actually a kiss on the cheek)

Tagging: None

[mellosdrawings]

Twisted boys worst to best, GO!!

I'll make it my fav to my meh if thats fine with you. I fear I would spend hours on a detailed analysis for what I consider to be perfect chara design and motivations otherwise.

-Azul (perfect, 12/10, makes my autism go brr, I still need to do that full analysis for him because I love him too much and have too many thoughts, must pull)

-Jamil (perfect, 11/10, someone please give this man freedom and his weight in cookies, must pull)

-Cater (perfect, 10/10, flashy guy with completely dead eyes, reminds me of Childe, pull if possible)

-Rook (perfect, 10/10, makes my autism go brr, perfect world view ideology, rewired my brain chemistry, pull if possible)

-Idia (perfect, 10/10, peak brother, family angst makes my heart go brr, insufferable asshole, pull if possible)

-Jade (9/10, creepy, would go mushroom hunting with him so we could see who's the most autistic about fungi, sometimes pull)

-Vil (9/10, perfection, made me fall in love instantly during his chapter despite me expecting to dislike him, fawn whenever I see him, pull if possible)

-Leona (8/10, absolute asshole, insufferable dick, wish his flashback was done better so we could see how horrendous it could have truly been, plan on rewriting something someday about that, should be on the pull if possible list but I have no self control for this fucker so I always pull for him)

-Riddle (7/10, made me fall in love with the game, used to kin him in all the wrong ways lol, would've overblotted too in his place, no pull)

-Ruggie (7/10, freaky evil little guy syndrome, has the funniest synergy with Leona, love him, would pull for him if I was rich)

-Kalim (10/10, best character ever and people underestimate him and his potential too much, would smother him in kisses, despite being perfect he is still low on the list coz I'm a mess, sometimes pull)

-Floyd (7/10, creepy asshole, love his mood swings and how everybody just works around it, perfect trio with the two others, sometimes pull)

-Deuce (6/10, lovely little mama boy, doing his best, I want to cheer for him, no pull)

-Trey (6/10, perfect house husband, love how hard he tries to be normal even though he's just as much a freak as everybody else, no pull though was tempted once)

-Sebek (5/10, I see potential but I'm not yet familiar with him, golden retriever vibe, would give him a smooch, no pull though I was tempted once)

-Silver (5/10, not familiar with him yet but he has very interesting themes, no pull)

-Epel (5/10, little dick, needs to learn to move past his misogyny and I love that theme for him, but keeps being done dirty by the story who refuses to have him learn the lesson, no pull)

-Lilia (4/10, should be one of my fav coz I absolutely love the "retired war god who settled down to become a father" trope, but I just can't get the spark with him for some reason..., no pull though I was tempted once)

-Ortho (5/10, best baby bro, has a lot of potential, but rarely ever used properly, no pull)

-Jack (4/10, best tsundere boy but kinda boring in my opinion, no pull)

-Ace (5/10, very good character but I would've blocked him so hard coz I can't stand that kind of behavior lol, no pull)

-Malleus (3/10, just like Lilia his trope is usually one I love but I seriously can't care about him no matter how hard I try, no pull)

Others:

-Crowley (10/10, peak character, would punch him in the face if he was real, must pull)

-Sam (9/10, very interesting, would love to see his card or have him more often on screen, would pull)

-Crewel (9/10, dom daddy, gives a mix of Vil and Leona vibe lol, must pull)

-Trein (9/10, father and widower, cat dad, would make him tea and scones, must pull)

-Vargas (3/10, surprisingly one dimensional when the game is so good at fully fleshing its characters, waiting to see more)

-Rollo (9/10, absolute asshole, desperately needs a hug and therapy, should also probably go in prison lol, very interesting fodder for Idia, would have pulled if I had any extra gems)

-Fellow and Gidel (10/10, brothers, assholes, completely out if it and loving them for it, still need to read their stories but I already love them, must pull)

-Skully/Skelly (10/10, looks like the weirdest little shit, super cringe, already loving him but still need to see, must pull)

[arbaughart]

I give you the Blight Blossom masterpost 💖

Lotus Aldwir was raised Dalish, and her birth caused quite a stir with the presence of her black sclera--the sun's eclipse. Though for her entire life, she lived in a clan of two--she and her father Faenadar--the Dalish teachings were always at the forefront of her learning. And upon learning of her gods, it came abundantly clear that one stood out among the rest--Elgar'nan.

A wall of text under the cut, including game spoilers and endgame canon divergence for their ending, so to speak.

Lotus Aldwir

she/her

35 years old

Dalish

Veil Jumper

necromancer

serious, secretive, kind, sad

a loner who can't bring herself to let others in

Faenadar always called upon the god of vengeance, namely in the interest of avenging his late wife, and Lotus' mother, Ilona, who died at the hands of negligent humans shortly after Lotus' birth. And no sooner did Lotus learn his name that she began to do the same. She was angry, regretful that her mere existence tore her mother from the earth.

But that's all a story for another time.

Elgar'nan haunted Lotus' dreams from the moment he came out of that damned prison; Solas was not the only god-figure to bind himself to her through the use of her blood, no. In the midst of the chaos caused by the failure of the ritual and the release of Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain from their prison, Lotus left more than enough blood behind at the site that more than one god could get a hold of it. Thus, Elgar'nan first entered her dreams, only but a night after Solas.

His markings upon her face gave him pause when they first spoke--though she was the enemy, there was a certain devotion she had to him, no? Lotus, however, did not see it that way. The Elgar'nan of her past was not the Elgar'nan of her present, and though a deep chasm separated them in their part of the Fade--the part of the Fade created by their bond in her blood--she knew it was only a matter of time before a bridge between them was built.

And for that, she stopped sleeping.

Weeks passed where she refused to let her mind into a much-needed slumber. She only allowed light napping, out of fear that he might touch her mind again. However, the lack of sleep weakened her to a point where she passed out, and when her mind finally allowed itself the rest it so desperately needed, she found that the chasm that was once between them was no longer and endless pit between them. Should she reach out, she was certain that her hand could touch his.

Fortunately, the Lighthouse still protected her, but that did not meant Elgar'nan couldn't reach her in the depths of her mind. With each step she took toward her goal of defeating the blighted gods, Elgar'nan only grew closer, their bond through blood strengthening as her proximity to him in the waking world brought her near him. His honeyed words sent goosebumps dancing down her spine, and the seduction he used to gain her trust nearly caused Lotus to stumble. She, however, thought to try and turn the tides. Perhaps she could try and seduce a god.

It was a long game of cat and mouse that took place in her slumbering mind, each and every night. Lotus knew she was being hunted, and Elgar'nan knew it was only a matter of time before this 'Rook' fell to him. But by the gods, Lotus was stubborn, and her will was strong. There was just something about this mortal that piqued Elgar'nan's interest. This mortal who bore his vallaslin, though resisted every temptation he laid bare before her. It was more than a game, now. More than a need for her to submit to him. He needed her. And he would do anything to get her.

Likewise, Lotus felt something over the connection she had with Elgar'nan. Deep down, it both frightened and thrilled her, despite all the warnings signalling in her head, and she merely reasoned that it was all a part of their game. The game to find his weakness, to throw him off of his grand plan. Perhaps she was foolish for entertaining the notion. Perhaps she was foolish for not telling her friends about the other elven god rattling around in her unconscious mind.

But she was always a loner when it came to this sort of thing. She didn't need anyone's help, and with something like this, there wasn't much anyone could do.

With each night that passed them by, the tension grew into an unbearable crescendo. After nearly defeating Ghilan'nain after destroying her dragons, the anger was palpable within the Fade of her making. Lotus had seen Elgar'nan, in the flesh, for the first time. He had locked eyes with her across the battlefield, as he led his sister away by the hand. With a slightest expression, Lotus knew there would be words exchanged that night.

She should have been afraid. Logic told her that it was what she was supposed to feel. So then, tell her why, at the very pit of her stomach, she felt thrill?

Words were exchanged. Cool, cold, calculated words between adversaries, mortal enemies. Hands clenched into fists, curled lips exposing enraged grimaces. Curled lips...hands clenched into locks of hair....calculated words breathed into each other's mouths....

Lotus woke the next morning unable to move, realizing that perhaps the game of seduction they both played was more than that.

Lotus may have been Rook, but her younger, adoptive sister, Iris, helped her along the way--and this is important to the next part of the story.

Near the end of the Blood of Arlathan, as Lotus makes her way toward the Eluvian to escape to the Lighthouse, she hands off the ritual dagger to Iris, urging her to lead everyone through to ensure their escape. Naturally, everyone made it through, until the Venatori had the mirror shattered...leaving Lotus behind. She killed the Venatori around her, naturally, but the issue was, she was now physically in Elgar'nan's presence, without the security of a battlefield to keep her shielded.

Of course, Lotus is his special princess who he loves so she's not in any real danger, but she doesn't realize that. Yet. Until she realizes that he can't strike her down because she's his mortal, and Lotus is oddly...happy?...about that. Oops, feelings.

Also regarding their endgame lore, Lotus ends up absorbing his soul in a very FleMythal sort of way. How ironic that the child of his children becomes the creator, lovingly crafting a god a new body, carrying his soul with her until she makes him anew.

Anyway, that's my Elgarook lore for Lotus & Elgar'nan.

[k1ngdom-of-thieves]

Can I get a headcanon of the Pomefiore trio as vampires and Riddle as a Ghost Groom falling in love with y/n please? Gender neutral please and thank you!

I’m just gonna assume that the reader is human for this

Vampire!Pomefiore Trio and Ghost Groom!Riddle + falling in love with reader!

Vil Schoenhiet

Vil rarely goes out into the towns, there’s too many people and he would most definitely be noticed by someone. It’s fairly difficult being a famous vampire, either people flock to try to see you or people come for him with pitchforks and torches like it’s still the 18th century.

That doesn’t stop him from coming in from time to time. Which led to him bumping into you while you were taking care of a last minute errand.

At first, he was intrigued as to why you didn’t run away in fear when you saw who was in front of you. And when you looked directly into his eyes, he only grew more interested in learning more about you.

He started to come to the town more, and strangely enough he started to see you around more as well. Although his mind told him that you just happened to have a couple of errands to run, his heart hoped that you truly did want to see him.

“Oh hello there, I was hoping to run into you again. Would you allow me to walk with you to your next errand? I would love to talk with you a little more.”

Rook Hunt

Rook has always been one to watch and observe than immediately get involved right away. So when you catch his eye on a stormy night, he intended to do just that.

What he didn’t intend was for you to realize he was “observing” being a creep and started to ask him questions. Rook is a lot of things, but he isn’t a liar, he outright tells you that he’s a vampire when you ask.

He’ll be more surprised if you don’t run away screaming profanities and curses at him. Delighted, but still very surprised.

He’d love it if you’d walk with him during the nights, he rarely gets to speak with people other than vampires. He loves hearing what you think of life in the daylight.

“Oh mon ami, I adore it when you speak your mind! Please allow me to be in your presence once again soon.”

Epel Felmier

Epel never saw that many humans from where he lived. They often told stories of a “haunted farm” where the animals were fed and crops were grown without a person watching them.

These stories of course, were just ways to keep people from going to the Felmier farm. There was, as always, people who tried to get in for one reason or another.

One of those people was you. Usually Epel would just “take care” of any intruders but he was told to “have some more dignity and self-respect” by one of the older vampires so he’s been forced to trying to do that.

When he came up to try and scare you off, he noticed that you didn’t run or scream in terror. Instead you asked why he was alone on a farm. You were also petting one of his horses but he chose to ignore that.

“Oh y’know…just running the farm by myself. I could let you look around some more if you’d like.”

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle never thought he’d be able to love again. You know, because of the whole “Being left at the altar and then forced to watch others get the happy ending that you’ve always wanted” thing.

That was until he saw you. He watched as you roamed the chapel that he is frequently spotted at.

He knew that he’d just be a creep to continue watching you without at least formally introducing himself. Unsurprisingly, you were terrified when he appeared a few feet beside you.

After that initial shock, you two became very well acquainted and the two of you started to see each other more often. Although he once detested the idea of falling in love again, he figures it won’t be so bad if it was with you.

“I haven’t felt this alive since- I can’t even remember when. I suppose it may have something to do with you.”

[moraysoiree]

heels

Awestruck, Rook wraps his arms around your body, enjoying every second of you looking down onto him from above, just like you should. Perhaps he would very much prefer to be at your feet at all times, conquered, vanquished, and powerless.

characters: Rook Hunt x gn!reader tags: smut, dom!reader, reader is shorter than Rook, gn!reader ('reine' – french for 'queen' is used), clothed sex, heels, biting, mentions of blood, slight humiliation word count: 1354

Halloween is the busiest time of year, and most important in terms of boosting the prestige of your alma mater, too. All the more reason to spare no effort in preparation. And so you do, making sure to look your best in the vampire getup Pomefiore have chosen this year. The last touch to your look being the highest heels you could find in Vil’s wardrobe, the deadly and imposing creature of the night image is designed to inspire the basest of fears in the onlooker and pin them to the ground for the taking. And you get the chance to see it in action rather quickly, with your lover as lab rabbit, no less.

As you enter the still empty Hall of Mirrors, the first one to notice you is Rook. He freezes completely right in the midst of a conversation, staring at your form as you approach him, making it more and more obvious that your heels give the usually much shorter you a rare opportunity to tower over him. His conversation partner long gone (everybody knows how insufferable you two are together and prefers to avoid those displays to the best of their ability), Rook comes closer to you, admiration written all over his face as plain as black ink on white paper. ‘Mon amour,’ he takes your hand to his lips and presses a kiss, looking up at you in reverence, ‘Your radiance is most blinding today.’ His eyes travel up and down your body, soaking in this new position you two find yourselves in. ‘Had I known high heels would impress you so, I would’ve worn them much sooner,’ you giggle. ‘Nothing is ever to escape your attention, as expected of the possessor of my heart,’ he laments at being discovered so easily, but you stop him with a finger to his lips. ‘Meet me in the sideroom in an hour,’ and you’re gone with a quick kiss on his cheek, leaving him longing and yearning for your withdrawing presence.

Awestruck, Rook wraps his arms around your body, enjoying every second of you looking down onto him from above, just like you should. Perhaps he would very much prefer to be at your feet at all times, conquered, vanquished, and powerless. ‘You are positively enchanting today, mon amour. I feel like I would do anything under this mesmeric gaze.’

You are stricken with a curious idea at that declaration. ‘Anything at all?’ you question, all but baring your teeth in a carnivorous smile. ‘Anything, ma reine’, he echoes and kisses a lock of your hair gently, as if to underscore his intent. It takes you a lot not to let out a chuckle of anticipation for what’s to come next.

‘Kneel,’ your voice is firm and leaves no room for debate. Not that there would be any, really, with the way Rook’s eyes widen a bit, laying his emotions to you out on a plate. He processes the order, his eyes crease in delight. Without a word, he complies, slowly descending before you as his hand finds the slit of your dress and slides up your leg. His gaze unfalteringly fixed on yours, Rook kisses your thigh time after time, leaving black lipstick marks all over. His eyes are deep and hungry, you’ve ever seen him look like that at you – as if you are the most fascinating and delicate songbird an archer could lay his gaze upon. And this archer, as of now, is caught in the headlights and at the edge of the arrow you are pointing at him.

With a smile, you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug, making him fall back a little in surprise. It’s painfully obvious how much this little game of cat and mouse is affecting him. Rook’s expression becomes a tiny bit frenzied in agitation, you know this look to emerge a short moment before he loses control. ‘Uh-huh,’ you chide. ‘Was it not you who said he would do anything for sa reine?’ His face falls theatrically and he throws his hands in the air in defeat, ‘I beg you to pardon my frivolities, but however am I expected to stay still when overwhelmed with such all-consuming beauty? Will you grace this lowly servant with your forgiveness, votre majesté?’ You giggle. ‘I will, for I am a kind ruler,’ you catch yourself thinking that that just now has sounded like a very poor impression of Crowley, but throw this annoying face (or mask, actually) out of your head immediately. ‘Now, how shall my chevalier repent, I wonder,’ you hum. Then your eyes sparkle, and you put your heel onto Rook’s chest, making him fall back even further as he caresses your calf and lowers his head to leave kisses there, too. The way he holds your shin is nothing short of a person holding the most exquisite of treasures, worshipping every inch of your skin with his lips.

His face is thoroughly flushed, and the hooded eyes, fixed on yours with an overflowing desire, leave little to imagination. ‘My, what a peculiar hunter! How he enjoys being driven into the corner,’ you drawl as you slide your leg down to a very telling bulge in his pants. ‘What an unusual display.’ His breath hitches when you press down, fingers tightening around your ankle. ‘Ma reine claims to be merciful, only to mock her poor servant so’, he sighs and shakes his head in fake dejection. You ignore his jests, silently lower onto his lap and push him down by the shoulders, still meeting no resistance whatsoever. You feel Rook grasp your waist with his hands desperately, but don’t break eye contact even for a moment, as you know that your prey will leap onto you the second you lose vigilance. You wrap your hand around his neck and close the distance between your faces, kissing his jawline. ‘Look at you, completely at my mercy now.’ ‘And wouldn’t have it any other way, mon amour,’ Rook whispers, not even trying to hide how he revels in this defeat. You tighten your hand on his neck, and snake the other one between you to cup his dick through the clothes. ‘Tell me?’, you urge him playfully. ‘You are the most fascinating creature to ever grace the lands of this world,’ he manages in a shaky voice as you continue stroking him through the velvety fabric of the fancy vampire costume. He looks the most breathtaking like this, elegant and strong yet still overpowered and bound to your will of his own volition. ‘Were you a wild savannah beast, I would gladly be devoured by your razor-sharp canines and torn by your knife-like claws, if only to surrender to your majestic beauty one last time and quench your bloodthirst,’ white-hot wave engulfs your mind and you clutch his dick harder, letting go of the neck just to yank his head back by the hair and clamp your teeth down on the tender skin so hard as if drawing blood is truly what you intend to do. He comes with a moan, and you keep stroking him through the aftershocks without unclenching your jaws. Only after you feel Rook still do you stop and raise your head to look at him.

The sight awaiting you is gratifying: ragged breaths escaping his chest, parted lips with smudged black lipstick, and, all the more thrilling, the delirious and disoriented look in his half-lidded eyes – it satisfies your hunger better than any hearty meal ever could. You leave a tender kiss on his forehead and get up, leaving Rook down on the floor beneath you, motionless and utterly ruined. You plant your heels on both sides of his head and look down, making sure to commit this sight to memory. ‘Come on, mon petit lapin, it’s high time we got back to work,’ your right shoe nudges his cheek softly and you leave, the clacking of your heels thinning out as you exit the room. Paralyzed, Rook moves no muscle in his body, his glassy eyes just boring the ceiling with a thousand-yard stare.

‘Beauté…’

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

A little angst but idk if ur k with this or not but yandere dorm leaders plus leech with a reader whos experienced SA?

A Survivor | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

In the past you’ve survived a horrible ordeal that forever hangs over your relationships. Unfortunately being the apple of everyone’s eye doesn’t make this go away. With advances unknown and otherwise coming left and right it wouldn’t be long before you confided in one of your newfound friends. Or using the tools at their disposal to find out what’s been ailing you: 

Ruggie Bucci

He notices the flinching first

The smell of sweat clinging to your back

Your attention drifting far away from the present

The discomfort and fear is teeming off of you and he just can’t ignore it

“Hey, I’m right here. Where you’re safe.”

Hand-holding, nuzzling, or whatever works for you

He hates that your past has hurt you so much…and if he can’t eradicate the one who caused it 

He’ll settle with protecting you now

Rook Hunt

A hunter recognizes the fear of prey

He just hoped it’d never be from you

You probably won’t have to tell him 

He’ll figure it out before you even allude to it

Now more determined than ever to help you find a way back home 

Just so he can personally exact his revenge 

And then drag you back for a protected and beautiful life with him Twisted Wonderland

Better yet perhaps he’ll catch you now

Make sure your comfortable and your safety is ensured before pursuing the bane of his existence

“I’ll always be here ma fleur. For all your flaws and fears plus beaux!”

Lilia Varnouge

Too many times has he seen the effects of others throughout his years

It angers him that he sees them in you

“Hey (Y/n), mind if I treat you love? You look a little sad.”

He’ll wait for you to tell him

Until then he’s slowly trying to heal what’s been hurt 

Provide the protection he wished he could’ve given you so much longer ago

Revenge is but a passing thought

Because if there’s no way to return the cursed world that they exist in then he sees no reason to even try to go back

[perpetualprocrastinationisme]

After seeing Cassie's recent interview in Spain where she said that Kit would still be mad at Ty when he comes to him at Cirenworth after three years of being apart, one of my biggest hopes for TWP is that Ty gets to defend himself against Kit being angry with him. I sincerely hope that the entire book doesn't go on with it seeming like Kit has every right to be mad at Ty while one of Ty's biggest plot points is that he needs to earn Kit's forgiveness.

Now let me say this, yes, Kit has every right to be mad, angry, furious, and everything else at Johnny Rook for not loving him like he deserved. For being a horrible father when he deserved the best the world could give him. He has every right in the world to be angry at Mother Hawthorn and the powers in the Faerie that have hunted his family for generations, killed his mom, and wrecked his life. These people need to earn Kit's forgiveness and they deserve to suffer for the horrible things they've done to him. They richly deserve to be hated for what they've done.

However, Ty is not on that list of people. Kit knew that Ty doesn't process things like other people do, he knew that if he outwardly approved of what Ty was doing that Ty wouldn't question it. He wouldn't look for reasons for Kit not to mean what he said. Also, I can understand being hurt by Ty not saying he loved him back but he was literally in the middle of raising Livvy!?! Like, my man, what did you expect Ty to do? Drop everything instantly and confess his love for you? It's not exactly the best timing coupled with the fact that Ty was also going through his own grief and was likely incredibly startled. I just sincerely cannot understand his anger towards Ty that he's held onto for three years. I can understand having immense regret over not stopping Ty sooner. Feeling guilt, sadness, grief, trauma, and so many other things from raising Livvy, but I cannot understand being mad at Ty.

But there is something else to consider, emotions can be misplaced and misunderstood. We can be incredibly mad at someone, direct it at them, all to understand that later on we were really mad at someone else entirely (like our parents or even ourselves) and just took it out on someone else because we simply didn't know what else to do with those emotions. We can also misunderstand an emotion as anger when it is really regret, grief, trauma, and anxiety all rolled into one. I definitely think this could be the case for Kit, I sincerely hope it is at least. We are all human and we are all entitled to make mistakes and Kit is no exception. He has the right to be misguided with his emotions. He's also just a teenager that's whole life was turned upside down (multiple times) in the span of a few weeks and now must live in fear for himself and those he cares about because of the threats from Faerie.

My thing is that I hope that in TWP Kit can come to this understanding and that part of Ty's plot isn't solely invested in earning Kit's forgiveness. Ty definitely has to atone for raising Livvy and all that it has wrought, I just don't think he has to also shoulder the burden of Kit's anger when it is unfairly aimed at him. I want to see Ty acknowledge that he has things he as to make up for in life but firmly show Kit that he's not the one who should get all of his anger. I want to see Ty's plotline devoted to him being one of the most talented and elite Shadowhunters of all time while also seeing him come to terms with what he's done while making amends for it. I want to see heroic Ty, the fierce protector and genius.

I say all of this because I love Kit Herondale so much. He deserves and desperately needs complete healing. Healing that is not clouded by him misdirecting his emotions at Ty in the form of anger and denying himself closeness with someone he obviously loves (Ty). Closeness that could bring healing. He deserves clarity over what he's been through and that means fully being able to acknowledge who hurt him: Johnny, Mother Hawthorn, Annabel, etc. while also realizing who didn't: Ty.

I just don't want the whole plot to be drenched in misplaced anger and angst :( I just want Kit and Ty to fully acknowledge what they've been through and find healing together

[cvlutos]

“I like to Write”

| Repost: 02.18.23 | 1.1 K | Rated PG |

Malleus D., Rook H., Idia S., Azul A. X GN!Writer!Reader

| Characters18+ | Headcannons | Super Sweet | Suggestive w/ Idia | Fluff | Platonic/Romantic Relationships | Proceed with Caution, Beloved. |

T.Manor.Requests: For the Lovely @sidra-29 Thank you for the request!!

I was WAITING FOR THIS-

Ahem… Can I request Malleus, Rook, Idia and Azul with a Gn!Reader who writes stuff. Like books and all on the internet and sometimes they even write some special things for our boys

Take your time and stay healthy dear !

♡ Malleus Draconia ♡

Malleus Draconia is a lot of things, and one of them is being super supportive.

♡♡ Whether you’re his partner or simply his friend, he is guaranteed to be your biggest fan. Even if all you write is dribbles or short little things, nonetheless he’s reading. If you write fanfic, he will take it very seriously and be highly entertained by it. If it makes you happy, it makes him happier. If you want tips or constructive criticism, he’ll give it. If you just want his genuine reaction, he’ll do that as well.

♡♡ He keeps all of your work. Even if you hate it, he keeps it and stores it away, so that later you’ll see your progress, he’s super encouraging and won’t ever call your work badly, but he might allude to something not being your best piece, but he doesn’t fault for it. Anything your write for him, he wont stop talking about it. Like will casually bring it up, and if you dont write something for anyone else, he is so smug.

♡♡ He also likes to stand over you when you write. Sometimes he’s doing his own thing while you type. But when you write with pen and paper, he likes to stand over you. Silently watching your hand move back and forth. He likes your handwriting and likes seeing how you write. How your ‘a’s curl and how you dot your ‘i’s. For some odd reason, he enjoys it, and no matter how messy it is, he can read it well. [100% guarantee Lilia’s handwriting half the time is horrendous and unreadable.]

“Whatever you write, it is an absolute pleasure for me to read. Always.”

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♡ Rook Hunt ♡

Rook is somewhat of a writer himself, though he only sticks to poetry. Though finds beauty in longer length stories.

♡♡ If you write, he’s considering this a time for you and him to get snacks and read each other’s pieces. Aloud or silently, though over time, it changes into Rook wanting to act out scenes with you. Scenes with the slightest hint of romance. Whether you’re romantic or platonic, he’s going to want to act out scenes. He does love a good tragedy. But Rook is also super supportive and loves sharing your story ideas. If your write fanfic, Rook likes it too. A little too much to the point he’s subconsciously shipping people. He finds it so much fun, he won’t play matchmaker, but he loves watching it unfold naturally.

♡♡ Just like Malleus, he’s keeping all your writings. Each and every single one, half of which you aren’t sure how he found or got, but he has them. Heavily protected. But let you write him something specifically for him. He’s reading it every day, before bed, when he wakes up. He won’t tell anyone about it, but Vil knows, cause he accidentally mentioned it.

♡♡ Rook, also like Malleus, likes your handwriting. But oddly enough, has it memorized and if he wanted to, he could easily replicate it. Wouldn’t, but if he wanted to impersonate you, he could. Casually mentions it all the time. If you have a blog or any socials, he’s always in your comments sections acting up. Writing full poems and paragraphs.

“Oh ! Ça doit être la meilleure histoire écrite à ce jour~ Je dois en lire plus !”

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♡ Idia Shroud ♡

You and Him fanfic when?

♡♡ He’d never ask. He would rather let his HP drop to zero and face the final boss with low-grade weapons. In fact, Idia would never talk about you writing, and would simply leave you be. Not out of not caring but more out of fear that if he tries to talk about it, he’ll seem like some normie who knows not a damn thing.

♡♡ Idia had read fanfiction, that’s it. Has tabs saved, so if you do “official writing”, he’s going to be unsure of what to do. If you write fanfic though and post online, he’s sending in anonymous requests, anonymous commissions of his favorite characters. If you write for a fandom he doesn’t know, he’ll binge it.

♡♡ If you write anything for him, he’s done for. K.Oed. Zero Health, and he lost all his EXP. He’s at the beginner level and has to mass farm everything back before he can even read it. He’ll thank you, but won’t touch it for days before he forces himself too while screeching. If it’s cute and sweet, he’s a mess, snot bubbles and tears. If it is remotely sexual—well—he might need a new copy. Though unlike the first two, he doesn’t really care for you handwriting, it’s yours, but he likes to see you type, especially if you type hella fast.

“—YOU WHAT—I mean… Thank you for the… For the… Mm—Thank you for the story….”

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♡ Azul Ashengrotto ♡

*Cue him thinking of ways to make money with your writing*

♡♡ He views it as an admirable talent. Azul only writes essays, reports, documents. And a lot of contracts, so idle writing really isn’t his thing. He’s tried, but most of it comes out messy, so he sticks to reading. So if you write, he’s requesting something to pass the time. He also enjoys it when someone, especially your friends, asks what he’s reading. He will brag and be like “[Name]’s work. Oh, you haven’t read any.. Well then…” He’s an instigator.

♡♡ He will definitely mention your writing to his mother, especially if it was a gift from you for him about him. He’s rambling to his mom about how talented you are. He refuses to tell the twins about it, but they undeniably know and tease him about it. Any chance they get, they’ll use it as ammunition. But it won’t be just Azul, but you, too. I mean, you wrote it for their dormleader. You must love him~

♡♡ Other than that, Azul won’t interfere. If you want to share and write in his presence, you can. If you want to tell him your ideas and plans, hell gladly listen. Hell gives critics on overused ideas, views him as your personal editor. He will host events in the Mostro Longue for you, to give you more exposure. [A third of the event was the twins giving out threats if they didn’t support you.]

“I mean, you are, uh, dear to me. So your success is mine of course I would and will provide all I can.”

ⓒ 2023 love-thanatopsis — all rights reserved. Any sort of plagiarizing, copying, modifying, translating, editing of my works are strictly prohibited.

[riddles-fiddles]

Help! Rook is in my backyard!!

Geez sorry my bad I didn't think he would be able to escape the basement. Anyway this gave me an idea for a short yandere Rook fic

Synopsis: it's not your mind playing tricks on you. Characters: Rook Hunt Tags: yandere, dark themes, drugging, stalking, Rook being a creep Notes: gender neutral reader

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You can't tell with precision when it all started, but you do remember a lingering sense of uneasiness keeping you up your toes from the first day of the new semester. You were just sitting down by the cafeteria, sharing breakfast with Ace and Deuce and everything looked nothing out of the ordinary; the room was filled with vibrant chatter and the tantalizing smell of fresh scrambled eggs. Your friends seemed oblivious, too deep in conversation to notice the way you uncomfortably shifted on your seat, hairs standing on end.

You felt watched, predatory eyes scanning over your spine. Slowly, you turn to face the crowd, trying to make sense of someone that might have been staring for too long, but you find nothing. Everyone around looked equally emerged on their own interests, so you decided to rush on your meal, urgency rushing through you to get out of the cafeteria as soon as possible.

You can feel the ghost of those eyes when you are at class, but everytime you tried to peek, be it over your shoulder or looking through the mirror of your phone, nothing seemed out of place, no one was looking directly into you. By the extending days of this strange event, you try to reason with the fact you're apparently growing paranoid.

After some time, things cool down and the innerving feeling dies out. You grow strangely tired through the passing weeks, and you can't quite grasp what might be causing it; you have tried to sleep earlier, eat better and even sought medical help from the school's nurses, just for your blood tests to come out fine and healthy. Truly, your mind is just so constantly hazy that you don't even notice how the food you have been cooking tastes strangely more appetizing - actually, when was the last time you cooked? You can't remember, but you're too tired to try and think things through, so you just finish your soup and leave it by the sink.

When you reach your bed, you simply fall between the comfy sheets and slumber hits you almost instantly. Your body is heavy and you can't fight the closing of your eyes; a gloved hand reaches for the half open window, but you're already too drunk on your exhaustion to make sense of that vision, so when you wake up, you just assume it was a dream, a very weird one by that - hands reaching for your windows and a faceless figure hovering you with twisted devotion. Maybe you're not as over the mysterious creep from last week as you thought.

Small gifts seem to appear from nowhere on your bedside table, on the counter, or anywhere you can easily spot them - chocolate, roses, and small letters. You don't want to feed the growing sense of fear and vulnerability within you, knowing you're practically living alone, and the prospect of having a stalker was... not something you wanted to deal with - so you settle with the idea that Ace and Deuce are the ones leaving heartfelt gifts while you're away.

Rook revels on your oblivious innocence, watching from the shadows as you go about your day. What you don't know, though, is that Rook is an avid hunter, and that he has living with you ever since that night where he climbed over your window - such a romantic display of affection! Just like the fairytales of forbidden love he had grown with. He's fidgety, quietly listening to the lulling sound of your breath, aching for the night he'll be able to lay down beside you and hug you tightly, but for now, he can satisfy his most romantic urges by watching your sleep with almost unblinking eyes, etching to memory the way your chest flutters in a peaceful slumber.

He'll make sure that you're the most happy with small actions of service, cooking you nice meals with his tranquilizer formula - just to help you sleep better, of course! He wouldn't even dream of doing something innapropriate to his precious trickster! - and then cleaning all the mess you leave behind.

Rook hopes that someday you'll learn about his quirky advances, yearning for the day you'll appreciate him and reciprocate his deep, undying love for you.

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

https://at.tumblr.com/twistedwonderlandimaginesblog/hi-could-i-please-the-dorm-leaders-reactions-when/ig9u1thr34hy

Hello! Can you please write this, but with vice leaders (with Ruggie included and with Floyd instead of Ortho) ? Thank you ❤️

Floyd Leech: 

You handled yourself quite well but that didn’t mean Floyd could just let the issue rest. He has to wonder if the person who flipped your skirt only had half a brain, because in most places Floyd’s reputation preceded him. He had made it all too clear that you were an item, and yet this person had still decided to touch you? He drags the man to you shaking like a leaf, holding them up in front of you and demanding a sincere apology (one that he’ll make him repeat if he doesn’t find it sincere enough).

Jade Leech:

Jade knows he puts out a bit of a different picture than his brother, but he didn’t realize that people had such little respect for him that they didn’t fear his abilities properly. He’d love to make your attacker something a little more subtle but he wants it known you’re under his protection, should they make another foolish move like that again. He’s not above using Azul’s pull on Crowley to get any punishment on your end wiped, hoping to also make the punishment on your harasser that much more extreme.

Jamil Viper: 

To Jamil it sounded like someone abusing their power over you, especially if it was a senpai who had rudely invaded your privacy. He understood just how frustrated you were with getting punished, as it seemed like people could never retaliate without seeming ‘just as bad as the aggressor’. Jamil is firmly on your side, using his unique magic to make them grovel on their hands and knees in front of you. The humiliation they suffer is enough for him to feel like they got their just desserts, and he hoped you felt the same.

Lilia Vanrouge:

Life had taught him a fair few things, and one of those things was that there wasn’t always justice served where it was due. He agreed that the kick was deserved as who knew what might happen next if you hadn’t defended yourself, taking the situation rather seriously (when you thought he might making it feel a little more light-hearted for the sake of helping you move on). He decided to speak to that person and make it clear the effect they had on you, coming off as if he’s educating them; while there is some food for thought in Lilia’s words there’s also an underlying threatening aura that is daring them to try something like that with you again.

Rook Hunt: 

Rook isn’t one to resort to violence as his first line of defense, but it’s not possible for him to simply ignore what had happened to you. Especially if you confided in him about your fears and frustrations, it was simply not something Rook could let go. He’ll take what seemed to be a more passive route where he’s ‘hunting’ the person down, committing their schedule to heart and appearing around every corner they turned for the next month. The threat is a subtle one but he has them begging you for forgiveness, asking to call your guard dog off so their life could continue.

Ruggie Bucchi:

Ruggie can’t help but snicker when you first tell him about the incident, knowing that the other dude had it coming more likely than not. Hearing the reason behind you striking back makes it far less funny, and he finds a sour taste remained in his mouth when he thought about it. He had a way of making things happen, unfortunate things, and he knew his unique magic could take care of your harasser in no time. He might have to get permission from Leona before doing anything too crazy, but as long as he covered his tracks he’s sure his dorm leader is willing to turn a blind eye.

Trey Clover:

Trey is a man of opportunity. In the moment when you’re confiding in him about your troubles, he’ll focus on comforting you. It’s not an easy situation to be in and he empathizes with the choices you had to make, and how you feel like the other party didn’t get in nearly enough trouble. He won’t actively seek revenge for you but if the chance ever presented itself, allowing Trey to get rather underhanded, he would take the opportunity.

[caitchercatlady]

Not Having a Good Time

-Pomefiore Version

Vil Schoenheit

This whole week has been a mess for you both emotionally and physically. You would hate for anyone to see you in your current state, but then you get a text message. When you read that it's from Vil, your heart sinks. He is inviting you over to Pomefiore (invitation, more like a command). You hate to go over there in your state, and you do not have time to fix yourself, so you trudge over to Pomefiore without a choice. When Vil sees you arrive, you are surprised that he doesn't react. In fact, all he does is signal you over to the Housewarden bedchamber, and you are welcomed to a full spa set ready for use.

"The first step to relieving your stress is to take care of yourself. Perhaps, this session will inspire you to keep you as your first priority in the future."

At his command, you take a seat in the spa chair, as Vil treats you to a full session of a massage and washing of your face, hair, and skin, and he does not take the session lightly. You expect the deep session to hurt, but you receive the opposite, actually. It's so relaxing that by the end of it, you've already fallen asleep. Vil finds you adorable as he carries you to his bed and cloaks you with the most comfortable blanket he owns. He hopes you have the sweetest of dreams after a lovely evening.

Rook Hunt

Rook has his "ways" of finding you even when you're trying to hide for the sole purpose of not being disturbed. However, he can also detect what your comfort needs are. He knows you love being in the forest to soak in the sun through the trees' branches. To find out what caused you to find privacy without causing a conflict between the two of you, he finds out through the first-year gossip line that the week had been rough classwork wise, which involves a huge test Professor Trein is preparing. There is one way Rook can offer his caring services. He has attached a letter to the door of Ramshackle, so when you return to the dorm, you see it read:

"Trickster, this invitation is an offre for me to assist you in your work efforts. It would be my honnuer to tutor you for your upcoming examen."

As far as you were concerned, this message is the least sus offer of help Rook had ever delivered. You go onto your phone and text Rook if he meant what he said so you two could work in the library. Rook immediately texts back that as long as you were interested, he was ready to assist.

Epel Felmier

Epel can't help but question what has been up with you for the past few days. You've always been talkative about pretty much anything, and your conversations have been Epel's escape from Pomefiore's responsibilities. The less you talk, the more concern Epel becomes. When the last class ends on that Friday, Epel corners you from leaving, demanding an explanation. He fears that you hate him for a reason that he doesn't know about. You thankfully respond that's not the case, but you're afraid to explain why with people around. Epel takes you to his private place, which is the west cliffs of the school campus, where the sun sets every day.

"If you're afraid to tell someone physically, you can yell into the wind. That's what Deuce taught me, and that's when I do when I'm sad about something."

Epel gives an example by yelling about a stupid thing that Vil is having him do for the weekend. When he's done, he lets you take a crack at it. You yell about the Headmage being a jerk as usual, Ace and Deuce have been arguing, Ruggie has been asking to share your lunch all week, and you've ruined a baking gift that you meant to give Malleus tomorrow. Admittedly, Epel doesn't know how to help with the other issues, but baking is his speciality, so he would be more than glad to show you a special recipe he knows as a gift you could give to Malleus. You can't thank Epel enough for sure.

[luzial]

Happy DADWC!! FOR Solavellen how about from the sensory prompts Raindrops on eyelashes !

Thank you for the prompt! Here's some Veilguard Solavellan (heavy spoilers for Act 3/endgame).

@dadrunkwriting - Veilguard spoilers 787 words

The small group of Grey Wardens perched by the precipice parted when the Inquisitor stepped toward them. Perhaps it was out of respect, but she had learned that fear, pity, and distrust were all equally possible. Now, seeing what he had become, those who hunted monsters gave way for the woman who loved one.

Nevermind, she told herself as she looked out over the blighted city. Rain soaked through her leathers and down to her freezing skin. They had stopped here to regroup, to heal, to account for the lost and the dead. 

But he had not stopped. 

She had fallen to her knees when she first saw him towering over the city streets, wonderful and terrible in the distance. She was no fool - she had seen his paintings, caught him in the corner of her eye when her sleeping mind wandered the Fade. She knew the wolf was more than just a title. But to see it - oh, to see it!

Then, Dorian had rushed to her side and shoved a vial into her hand. Her old friend had given her too much credit, assuming exhaustion was the reason she knelt rather than the desperate, inescapable mix of terror and pride she felt as she watched him launch himself at the archdemon. She drank the lyrium potion anyway, tossed the vial to the ground, and sent a bolt of white-hot lightning directly into the skull of the Venatori who blocked their path. In the distance, the wolf howled, then locked its jaws around the dragon’s neck.

Now, her patience wore thin. She shivered against the cold, but not only that. To think that they stood here, anxiously making jokes to chase away their fears, when the battle raged on. 

He was dying. She was certain of it. She had spent enough time in the wild to recognize the sounds of a wounded animal. The yelps, the shrieks - all of it an involuntary cry for help.

But no matter how familiar she was with the sounds of death, nothing had prepared her to discover Solas’ voice buried within the wolf’s desperate keening.

It nearly took her to her knees again. 

In each howl she heard the words she had guarded so preciously these past years, fresh and  tender as they had been the first time. She heard the soft way he said her name, and the desperation when his sweet whispers of vhenan gave away more than they should. He had told her she changed everything. As she looked out on Dorian’s beloved city reduced to ash and disease, she knew he had been right.

A few blocks away, she heard something enormous slam into a tower. The ground trembled beneath her. She could only watch helplessly as bricks rained down on the streets and the wolf screamed in agony again. She put her hand over her mouth, nauseous from the smells and the fear.

How much longer can he last, she thought. How much longer must I wait?

She nearly cried out with relief when she heard Morrigan’s voice behind her.

“Rook’s team has gathered. They are preparing to make the final assault.”

She swallowed hard, choking down the terror that still gripped her heart, and willed herself to block out the wolf’s cries.

Just for a little, she told herself. Just for now. If he was to die, she would find a way to be at his side, no matter what. She would not allow him to leave this world alone. 

She was grateful, when she turned to face Morrigan, for the steady storm that still raged and for the raindrops that coated her eyelashes. Perhaps they would be enough to obscure the truth - if not from Morrigan, then at least from the others.

Despite their many disagreements over the years, Morrigan took one look at her face and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Take heart, Lady Inquisitor,” she said. “The old things of this world are harder to break than you might think. And I believe you have that in common.”

She nodded, grateful for the reminder even if it brought little comfort. Then she fell into step behind Morrigan.

Just like the old days, she thought. Forget yourself. Be only the title. The Inquisitor, after all, was someone who could face the death of the man she loved if it meant saving the world in the process. She had learned to lie from the best of them, after all. 

And as for her - the real her? As always, she would foolishly nurture the delicate hope that perhaps fate would grant her one final chance to speak to the only person who had known her as herself before he was stolen away again.

[siren-serenity]

ingame voicelines

what would they say about you? would they murmur sweet compliments or chuckle at your silly mistakes? in which yuu asks these strange students of night raven college about you: and is surprised to find out that they have lovers?

characters: riddle rosehearts, leona kingscholar, azul ashengrotto, rook hunt, gn!reader warnings: reader is not yuu! a/n: feedback is appreciated!

"have you seen y/n around? they promised me that they would have tea with me around this time...oh? they had to stay back to help professor crewel? *chuckle* i always knew my king of hearts was very studious but still..."

"no! yuu, don't sit there! rule 29 of the queen of hearts, only the king of hearts can sit on the right side of the queen! phew, you almost broke a rule. i didn't want to have your head, not during the unbirthday party."

"oh, hello yuu! 'why am i smiling?' you asked? well, *blushes* my king just came to wish me good luck for my riding competition before pinning their good-luck brooch onto my outfit. i'm so blessed to have them..."

"grrr, hey. herbivore. if you see y/n around, tell them to come to their king. i can't sleep without them.....why are you laughing?"

"hm? you asked why did i ask ruggie to get me two sandwiches instead of one? y/n's joining me today to play a round of chess. they've been insisting on spending quality time as a couple, tch. they're so sweet........you heard me? no, you didn't."

"*sigh* the one time i actually want to go to class and i'm being hounded by a curious herbivore...what do you want, yuu? *listens* hmm? i'm gonna go to class because y/n's in it. now, move. they're waiting for me and i have no intentions of keeping them waiting."

"who is y/n? oh, they were someone who i made a deal with in the past. why do you look so worried, yuu? do not fear, i hold y/n too close in my heart to hurt them."

"terribly sorry but i cannot permit you to sit there...why? my beloved adores sitting there, staring into mostro's aquarium while doing their homework is one of their favorites...i cannot allow anyone else to take away their happiness."

"when did i meet y/n? let's see...it was during our childhood. we grew up together; y/n always defended me from my bullies like my knight in shining armor. i still cannot believe that they stayed with me through everything even going as far to joining me at the surface and enrolling in night raven college together. *lovesick smile* oh, what did i do to deserve them?"

"yuu! what a glorious day it is today- hmm? what does 'amour de ma vie' mean? *snickers* your pronunciation is so cute, but needs some work, mon ami! amour de ma vie means love of my life..."

"what do i love about them? why, i could go on for centuries! their smile is like the sun; it gives me life and reasons to live. i could never go a day without seeing their beautiful face caressed by the morning dawn nor could i go a day without seeing their peaceful expression as they slumber into the evening night. *sees yuu's taken-aback expression and laughs* apologies, yuu. i could never shut up when it comes to mon amour."

"excuse me, yuu! please step aside for a moment. *prepares his bow and arrow to fire* don't fear! i'm simply sending an arrow of love to mon amour...*fires before smiling at a shocked yuu* don't worry, the arrow is enchanted to not hurt them, it's a spell of protection from their beloved hunter...*smiles dreamily* i wonder how they shall reply! *arrow fires back, nearly hitting yuu but rests in a grinning rook's hand. he reads it before dashing away but not before shouting over his shoulder* goodbye, mon ami! mon cheri awaits me!"

[mymainwastoocluttered]

Manhwa Cliche: Illegitimate Noble Child/Hated Noble

Been thinking about it and some of those bozos fit the "hated noble/royal with a reputation of being ruthless and cruel but is mostly a good guy who MC gets married to as a sacrifice/replacement" trope so well it's insane:

MALLEUS: Scary Crown Prince™, famous for being cold and uncaring and very powerful. His reputation is so bad that people don't even care that marrying him will make them royals

LEONA: Scary Second Prince™, the one people both fear for being wild and powerful but also hate because "he'll never amount to anything". Definitely had a rumour that he eats his suitors

RIDDLE: Strict Count/Earl who no one particularly wants to marry because he has a reputation of being a tyrant. Known for being unreasonable to an impossible degree

VIL: Strict Marquis who is also known as a tyrant, has publicly humiliated suitors who he thinks are "out of line". Everyone is afraid he'll think of them as inadequate and make their lives hell, so they stay away

IDIA: Hermit Duke. Because he barely appears, all sorts of wild rumours are told about him and House Shroud, and when he dies appear, his odd appearance and unwillingness to socialize only reinforces the rumours

ROOK: Eccentric Viscount with a very odd penchant for hunting, rumours say he hunts people for fun. Despite his mostly pleasant personality, people are still hesitant around him

LILIA: Duke of the North. If you read manhwa, you know where this is going. Since he's always out fighting and the North is not an hospitable place, the rumours paint him more of a monster than a person. He thinks it's funny.

AZUL: Shady Count/Earl no one trusts. Said to make deals under the table, to be involved with the illegal market and to conspire with enemies so long it benefits House Ashengrotto.