#the trickster one-shot

[volomori-notdead]

The Trickster x reader

(less than 1k words. one-shot: ‘you’, blood, a bit horny and dark?)

(i am not english native speaker, so sorry in advance if there any mistakes)

another trial. your hair, soaked with cold sweat, stuck to your face while you tried to hold your breath so as not to make a sound. you held on to the walls of the locker with your shaking hands, hoping that he would pass by.

"hush, hush. i must hold on, i must hold on," you were saying to yourself like a mantra, trying to fight for life and convince yourself that everything will be okay. even if you knew, that it won’t.

well… hope dies last, right?—

from the locker, you could hear heavy footsteps running somewhere nearby, as if approaching. a familiar humming was heard. your heart started beating faster, you froze, as if trying to merge with the locker. make it look like there's no one in it, expect fancy Trickster’s knives.

but the humming stopped. so are the steps.

“hmm?”

the man’s deep and soft voice said more to himself, while standing beside the locker where you were. even if you didn’t see, you could have sworn there was a smile on his face.

you're holding your breath. how many times have you done this already? your heart started beating even faster, ready to jump straight out of your chest. this beating seemed so loud to you, as if it would be absolutely audible to other survivors at the difficult end of the map.

the locker swayed a little as if killer was checking to see if anyone was in it, which almost make you bit your tongue from the usual animal fear that you always feel in this place.

the doors opened abruptly, loudly and you pressed into the back wall of the locker, staring straight at the killer. the same light pink hair, slightly disheveled from running, and crazy golden-yellow eyes that look straight into the soul. you were right: he was smiling.

“ohh~ found you!~”

The Trickster’s face spread even wider in a smile, revealing a sharp snow-white grin that incredibly suited him. you clearly understood why he had such a huge fan base.

he hit his bat next to your head, but instead of lifting you onto his shoulder, he just brought it closer to your face, feeding off your fear like a vampire. he was enjoying how scared you were and couldn't help but chuckle.

taking a step forward, he was approaching your face and you already began to feel his heavy, hot breath on your skin.

he lightly touched his lips to the skin of your neck and slightly went down and walked them to your ear. Trickster was covered in the blood of your teammates, which you could perfectly smell from his skin and coat, but you couldn't go against yourself. you blushed, holding your breath.

he was playing with you.

he pressed you against the wall of the locker and one of his hands went down to your waist, as if holding you in place. men's hands slightly squeezed your skin, when his lips goes straight to your earlobe.

you felt his loud breath and it makes you shiver. from fear. and from excitement.

his hand reaches right up to your neck and squeezes it. you could feel his hand holding you tightly, making your breathing become deeper and heavier. killer’s lips were still at your ear and you could hear him humming something to you again. the voice became lower, a little rougher and deeper, which only made you froze once again. you didn’t move even at inch, but your face became even more red.

what The Trickster, of course, noticed. you heard a laugh again.

“ohh! did i make you blush, sweetheart?~”

he get closed to your earlobe and you felt how his tongue slightly lick it, after which you felt small pain. he bite you and it almost make you moan.

another laugh. Trickster enjoys your reactions on the fullest.

“darling, you’re supposed to fear me, if you haven’t forgotten.”

you swallowed and remain silent, not moving. The Trickster was looking right at your red ears and cheek. he let out a low groan in your ear and said the last thing before pulling you out of the locker,

“It's time to get out, dear. I want to see how your pretty face show pure fear again.”

he throw you over his shoulder and carry you straight to the hook. and you knew completely well: you’ll have to show him the fear that he desires.

[dootznbootz]

I'm going feral again with a silly headcanon.

I just had that post on how Odysseus made Puzzles for himself and Penelope and I have another idea and I'm just really excited to share it lksdjf

I basically plan to have this man in love with Penelope within 10 mins (I HAVE A PLAN! It sounds crazy but I think it'll work. Plus these two are reckless and young when married. His first crush and he's not handling it well.)

This is them. Or at the very least Penelope is definitely playing it off very nonchalantly and is kind of messing around at first, thinking that the "trickster" is "not being genuine" when he's never been more genuine in his life. She can see right through all his lies and bullshit and basically forces him to be vulnerable, something he loves yet is TERRIFIED of. Especially as she "unmasked" him so quickly (and tricked HIM.😉 Won't say how. no spoilers yet) and so effortlessly and he's just a MESS. Athena isn't helping and just watches them both fumble around, even when Odysseus is asking for some guidance, Athena just smiles and is all like "I'm the Goddess of Wisdom, not of Love. Figure it out yourself." (PENELOPE IS JUST AS MUCH OF A BLORBO TO HER AS ODYSSEUS IS, YOU COWARDS!)

(Art by isei-silva right here on tumblr! Their post! )

I won't go into huge details. I WILL write this fic someday and I need to leave SOME things a surprise. But KNOW this man will be pulling out all the stops trying to impress her and tries to show all the things he's good at and one will be his "puzzle making".

He'll bring a puzzle to her TRYING to talk all "suave" (he'll be semi-tongue tied. Something that he's not used to and is annoyed that he can't seem to think around her)

It'll probably have a little gift inside and he'll be chatting away about how he worked hard to make it and that there's a trick to it and blah blah blah

Penelope: Oh! There's (some sort of treat or gift) inside!

Odysseus: Wait, you solved it already?

Penelope,🤨: Yes. All you have to do is this.

Odysseus, falling (more like sprinting at this point) further in love but also mad his plan to woo her didn't work: Well... Yeah. That's a gift for you.

He's trying SOOOO hard but he has to stop "showboating" to genuinely impress her. Man has to be fucking vulnerable for her to be impressed by him because she already can read his "tells" on when he's pulling something. No more "tricks". Be yourself, you fucking idiot >:D

[depravedangelbaby]

ohmyg-d i absolutely love firbolgs too!! i’m basically a firbolg honestly

-feral lesbian anon

I've only played a firbolg once before, so I'm very excited to play another!! I recently played a half orc too n that was sooo much fun. I like playing tall PCs lol I'm a lil halfling irl!!

[thorarms]

The loki series is fascinating to me in that it says so much more about the writers than it ever could about loki himself

[blujayonthewing]

the problem is my mom would probably be WAY more fun to play dnd with than my dad, actually, but the reason the fam campaign fell apart was that we could never get ahold of or schedule with my youngest brother, which would continue to be a problem if we tried starting a new one with my mom instead oTL

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Ngl not looking forward to next weeks DW episode...because its got UNIT in it.

[fruitbatvampiresociety]

Love is making dnd characters for each other and both basing them off of your special interests

[theoniprince]

Next level D&D session.

[monsterfvckersunited]

Jackie has released a new ATEEZ fic for Kinktober!

Kinktober Day 28 - Yandere!Trickster!Hongjoong + Body Worship & Somnophilia

Anonymous Said: For Kinktober; Trickster Hongjoong with body praising and/or somnophilia ? I can't wait to see all the stories of october hehe 👀 have a nice day 🔅 A/n: Trickster!Hongjoong will always hold a special place in my heart. It just suits him so well omg, and as much as I tried not to make him yandere, you can definitely see some (a lot of) yandere tendencies coming through... I mean, it's trickster!joong we're talking about here. I can't not make him at least a little yandere... Anyways, I hope you enjoy!! Warnings/Genre/Rating: 18+ MDNI - Smut, Mature, Established Relationship, Possession, Monster Features, Lowkey Highkey Yandere Word Count: 2,811 Kinktober 2024 Mini Masterlist

The first few rays of the morning sun filter in through the windows, casting a warm glow around the room. Hongjoong props himself up behind you, head resting in his hand as he admires you laying before him. His fingers lightly trace over your arm, eyes studying every inch of your exposed skin.

For a brief moment, his gaze flashes a deep yellow. A pleased smile pulls at his lips, inhaling the scents of the room deeply. He can still smell his scent all over you, and yours all over him. Despite the thin blanket covering most of your body from sight, the memories from last night of your pure form swirl unforgivingly inside of his head.

Exhaling a light sigh through his nose, his lashes flutter in bliss. Leaning into you, Hongjoong rests his forehead against the back of your head, inhaling your scent eagerly. His whole body shudders, the fingers he had been using to trace over your arm slipping beneath the sheets and pushing them downwards.

Every inch of your skin that he exposes to the cool morning air, he admires. Greedily, his gaze trails over every dip and curve, hand soon returning to your body to trace over your side.

His eyes flash open, meeting his own dark gaze in the wide mirror across from the bed. From this angle, Hongjoong can see everything, and he has to stop himself from immediately waking you to observe the glorious sight that is your body, bare and exposed, before you.

Shifting slightly, he nuzzles his face affectionately into the side of your neck. Tender kisses are placed upon your skin, trailing down your shoulder as his hand rests on your hip. His thumb gently strokes over you in circles, inching himself closer so that his chest is pressed right up against your back.

A pleased hum escapes his throat.

Sliding his touch forwards, Hongjoong splays his hand over your stomach. An appreciative squeeze is given to your flesh, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he watches the path his fingers trace over your skin in the reflection of the mirror.

Carefully, he slips his opposite arm beneath you, wrapping you fully in his embrace and pulling you in closer. Luckily, you remain asleep for the time being, seemingly nuzzling happily into his embrace as you rest in his arms.

His touch is soft and slow, juxtaposed to the harsh and needy grip he had on your body last night. Now that he’s finally claimed you as his own, he doesn’t need to rush. He feels no need to. Right now, you both have all the time in the world. Hongjoong will always make sure of it. Yet, like always when it comes to you, he only wants more.

His lips continue to press tender kisses to your skin, nibbling lightly at your shoulder as the arm he had wrapped around your body shifts to cup your one breast in his hand. His fingers eagerly squeeze the flesh, a pleased hum escaping him. The feeling of you beneath his touch is unlike anything he’s ever experienced, and Hongjoong will kill to ensure that he always gets to indulge in his favourite pastimes. Pastimes that will only ever involve you.

Sucking lightly on your pulse, Hongjoong begins to roll your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Gently, he gives the pert bud a playful squeeze, moaning softly at the feel of you against his hands.

His hips lightly grind into your ass, pressing you in even closer against his chest.

The hand he has on your stomach slips lower, fingers dancing across the skin of your thighs. Slowly, carefully, his fingers dig into your flesh as he parts your legs, opening you up for him to fully admire.

Sliding his fingers back down your thigh, Hongjoong settles his touch over your bare cunt. The sight of his hand cupping you so tenderly over your mound, combined with the way you begin to arch into his touch while still unconscious makes his head spin. His cock twitches against your ass, pressing himself firmly against you as he drags a finger lightly through your folds.

A low moan escapes him, yellow eyes flashing in the mirror as he feels how wet you are. His gaze is hooded, arms tightening their hold over you as he parts your folds using two of his fingers. The way he can see your essence glistening in the morning sun has a pleased rumble shaking his chest.

Slowly, you begin to stir.

Slipping his fingers through your folds once more, Hongjoong takes his time teasing at your clit. Each drag of his touch spreads your juices over your cunt, making each movement against you that much easier. Your scent is driving him insane, and the fact that he can feel your cunt pulse against him has his hips jerking against your ass.

Finally, he brings his fingers up to properly circle over your clit.

A low, pleased hum escapes you, along with a sharp inhale. Your body arches in his hold, stretching lightly as you blink your eyes open and attempt to clear the sleep from them. Almost instantly, your gaze catches your image in the mirror, body fully on display as Hongjoong’s intense stare drinks in every inch of your exposed skin.

Dark eyes lock onto your own, and a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. Purposely, he pinches at your nipple, the fingers of his opposite hand slipping back down to your entrance. Without wasting another moment, he slides two deep inside of you.

The gasp you let out is music to his ears.

“Mornin’, Honey Bee,” His voice drawls out, low and sultry. “I would have waited, but you know I can never help myself with you. You’re just too damn sexy.”

A sharp nip is given to your ear, fangs teasing at your skin. The chuckle he lets out as you jolt slightly in his arms reverberates against your back, his nose soon tracing a line up your neck.

Languidly, he thrusts his fingers into you, massaging the tips against your inner walls. His thumb finds your clit, humming lowly as you gasp again in response.

“Feel good, Baby?” He coos, placing wet, open mouthed kisses against your pulse.

A moan slipping passed your lips has his own quirking upwards in the corners. His chest shakes with another pleased chuckle, shifting his one hand to your opposite breast to give it the same attention.

“See how beautiful you are?” He shifts forward, leaning over you slightly and pressing his cheek right up against your own. “Look how gorgeous you look with my fingers buried in your precious cunt.”

Turning his head, he places a tender kiss to your cheek.

Another moan escapes you, ending on a slight whine as his fingers find that sensitive spot inside of you. Your one thigh twitches, hips jerking against his hand as he smirks against your skin. Almost immediately, he increases the pressure of his thumb over your clit, fingers working at that special spot deep within you.

“Fuck- Hongjoong-” Lightly, you toss your head back, eyes fluttering in bliss. Your one hand slips upwards, tangling your fingers in his hair as you hold him to you. Eagerly, you place your opposite hand over his own on your breast, pressing his touch firmer against yourself and making him squeeze the flesh.

��My needy girl,” Hongjoong chuckles, grinding his hard cock against your ass. “Not even awake for five minutes and you’re already begging for me to make you come.”

“That’s cause you fuck me so well, Baby,” You coo, turning your head to gaze upon him with hooded eyes.

However, the moment those words leave your lips, Hongjoong pauses all movements over you. His body seems to tense, not even his chest rising and falling with breath. The way he turns to you, pressing his forehead against your own with such an intense look shining in his yellow eyes has your breath catching in your throat.

You swallow.

“I don’t ‘fuck' you, Honey Bee. I will never ‘fuck’ you.” His voice is low, a sort of tenderness that only you can evoke from him suddenly underlying every word. “I will only ever make love to you, for it is no less than you deserve. Every touch, no matter how rough or intense we get, is filled with nothing but my undying love and devotion for you. You will never be ‘just a fuck’ to me. You will always be mine. My Everything.”

Your breath catches in your throat at his tender words, clenching involuntarily around his fingers. Your heart flutters inside of your chest, eyes softening as you gaze up at him so lovingly. Another moan nearly parts your lips as he slips his fingers from your cunt, opting instead to hold onto you with both hands.

Carefully, you reach up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing tenderly against his skin. Taking a soft breath in, your lips tug upwards in a smile. “Make love to me, then, My Darling. I’m all yours.”

A wicked grin stretches across his features, eyes darkening as you find yourself suddenly on your back, pinned beneath him.

“With pleasure.”

The head of his cock teases at your folds, his sharp eyes still locked onto your own. Slowly, he begins pushing his hips forward, letting his cock slip against your cunt and coating himself in your juices. The tip bumps against your clit a few times, causing your breath to stutter as little jolts of pleasure flood your veins.

Wrapping your hands around his back, your nails bite into his skin. You attempt to pull him in closer to you, but he doesn’t budge. Instead, he chuckles at your feeble actions, continuing to tease your cunt by dragging his cock through your folds.

“If I’d have known you’d get this desperate, I would have done this ages ago.” Tilting his head forward, he bumps his nose with your own.

“It’s not my fault I have an extremely sexy deity hovering over me right now.” You counter, brow quirking slightly. “You can’t blame me for wanting your cock buried deep inside of me instead of just teasing at my cunt.”

A low growl echoes around the room, and suddenly, Hongjoong buries himself deep within your cunt. The intrusion makes you gasp, hips jerking against his own as your nails scratch down his back.

Hongjoong’s eyes fall shut, a low groan escaping him. His cock twitches, the glorious sensation of your velvet walls wrapped around him taking his breath away. How he always seems to fit so perfectly within you only serves to make his chest swell with pride, nothing but a profound loving desire flooding his very being.

“Feel good, Baby?” You repeat his words from earlier, a teasing quirk to your lips.

“Like fucking paradise, Honey Bee.” He growls out, eyes flashing open to meet your own. “Taking me so well every fucking time… Like you were made for me.”

A content hum escapes you, one of your hands coming up to begin threading your fingers through the hair at the back of his neck. 

“Maybe I was.” Keeping your tone low, you dart your tongue out over your lips. “Or maybe you were made for me.”

A snarl of agreement tears from his throat, hands tightening over your body. “Fuck- I love you.”

Without wasting another moment, Hongjoong begins a brutal pace. His hips snap into your own, eyes locked solely on yours as he holds you close. His teeth are bared in a snarl, fangs glinting beneath the light of the morning sun as his claws suddenly prick into the skin of your hips.

The unexpected intensity of his movements has your lips parting, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You arch into his touch, tightening your arms around him as your nails claw at his back. Nothing but high pitched whines escape you, along with whimpers of his name. A moment later, and you’re wrapping your legs around his waist, needing to feel all of him against all of you.

“Fucking glorious,” He rasps out, voice gravelly and almost demonic. “Could spend the rest of time buried in this tight little cunt. So fucking warm and soft… All just for me.”

You keen into him, a desperate cry of his name falling from your lips. The moment he slips his hand between your bodies, thumb finding your clit, you shudder.

“Can’t wait to fill you with my endless love today, and the next, and the next…” Burying his face into the side of your neck, he nips at your pulse. “Never gonna let you forget who you belong to, and who belongs to you.”

“Hongjoong-“ A choked gasp of his name escapes you, devolving into a moan as the head of his cock hits that special spot deep within you.

Adjusting his hips slightly, Hongjoong ensures to hit that spot every time he buries himself inside of you. His thumb presses against your clit, desperately drawing circles over that sensitive little bud and practically demanding you fall apart for him.

“Gonna spend all morning making love to My Honey Bee,” A particularly harsh bite is given directly over your pulse. “Can’t keep my hands off her… So fucking pretty withering beneath me… Come on, Love, let me hear you scream.”

As if you’re body is set to obey his every command, you do.

A guttural scream tears from your throat, head tossing back onto the pillows as your orgasm crashes into you. The feeling is so sudden and intense that your vision goes white despite your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You can feel yourself squeezing around him, release flooding out of you and over your thighs as your whole body shakes. Harshly, your nails cut lines down his back, arching into his touch so that your chest is pressed right up against his own.

The moment he feels you coming around him, Hongjoong loses it. Black veins crackle out from the edges of his irises, eyes glowing bright yellow. His hips stutter, thumb pressing right up against your clit as he bursts deep inside of you. Every pulse of your delicate walls around him draws another moan from his lips, face buried in the side of your neck. His one arm has long since slipped around your waist, holding you flush against him as spurt after spurt of hot come escapes him.

Through the blissful haze clouding your mind you realize that the low rumbling you hear filling the room is actually Hongjoong growling your name in his hunting voice. A fact of which that only adds to the overwhelming pleasure that you’re already feeling.

A shiver caresses your spine, and you involuntarily clench around him. The way he twitches inside of you in response, make a faint smile tug at your lips. Each breath you take is heavy, hands still clinging to him for dear life. Yet, internally, you feel light. A giddy sort of happiness spreads through your body as he clings to you just as tightly as you cling to him.

Finally, you both seem to catch your breaths, calming down enough to release your almost suffocating holds on the other.

Pulling away to stare deeply into your eyes, a self-satisfied smile pulls at Hongjoong’s lips.

“Nobody compares to you, My Love.” He hums, reaching up to cup the side of your face tenderly. “Nobody else could ever make me feel the way you do.”

A soft sound of agreement escapes you, gazing up at him so tenderly through hooded eyes. “The feeling is very much mutual, Joongie. I’m yours, and you’re mine, and I never plan on letting you go.”

A giddy laugh escapes him, eyes crinkling as his smile turns loving.

“Who said I ever wanted to escape you?” He teases, nudging his nose tenderly against your own. Again, he tilts his head forward, resting his forehead against your own. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, though. I was never planning on letting you go, either.”

Grinning widely, you’re quick to place a kiss onto his lips. Then, in the blink of an eye, you’ve managed to flip your positions, his cock still buried deep inside of you. The way he looks up at you with a raised brow, smug expression on his features has you chuckling.

“You got to make love to me,” You say, matter of factly as you trace a nail teasingly down his chest. “Now, it’s my turn to make love to you.”

You physically feel him shudder beneath you. His eyes glint with excitement, licking his lips in anticipation as he watches your every move carefully.

His hands settle onto your waist, and he smiles.

“With pleasure.”

[hydrofates]

I'm a little late on making gifs of my favorite moments from the trailer but oh well. Better late than never :3

Also bonus Aventurine cameo moment:

[shadykazama]

Sun Wukong/The destined one (mostly relationship) headcanons!

The people have spoken and the people crave monkey business. So let's get down to it!

❤

Post journey Wukong is a wiser, stronger monkey, but don't let him fool you he's still a trickster at heart.

When you first meet, he has you refer to him as 'Great Sage'.

Earning the right to say his given name isn't so much a big moment as it is just him beginning to care for you. You slip up, whether it be because you were sick or injured or just not thinking, and he doesn't correct you. In fact he kind of likes it.

He doesn't make a big deal out of it, but if you watch closely you can see his tail twitch and his eyes lost in thought.

One character flaw you'll have to deal with, even when you're just friends, is Wukong thinks he knows what's best. He's old and wisened and POWERFUL; if he thinks he knows something will be best for you, he'll do it without so much as telling you.

Credit to Hanibalistic! Their one shot about Wukong and stealing an immortal peach for a mortal reader was perfect and exactly how I think he'd act! That impulsive, "I care about this person and will do what I think is best for them regardless of the consequences or their opinion" is very... him.

Hey, we all have our flaws. (Just don't tell him that.)

On the positive side, he wouldn't let a scratch befall you. At some point you'll stop instinctually defending yourself because of how safe you feel with him. Which is heavily ironic considering how often he himself will put you in dangerous situations just to pull a prank.

But besides your poor heart from getting scared so often, you have nothing to worry about. Wukong won't leave room for even one mistake to slip by him.

Expect him to never call you by your name, almost ever. He chronically tends to call people by titles or nicknames. From calling the tang monk, master, or how he'd call Bajie 'idiot' for most of the book- just expect something. He'd only refer to you by name if he were really serious.

Something I personally find really funny that isn't represented in many medias with him is that he's OLD. He's old as hell and he knows it. In the book he'll often refer to basically everyone as 'nephew' or 'little brother' which is oddly endearing and also really funny.

I feel as though most people don't utilize how heavy he is- even in movies and stuff. His staff is like thousands of pounds! You aren't moving him unless he wants you to. God forbid you end up cuddling. Even while resting I never think he'd put his full weight on you, but you'd definitely be stuck.

Will never refuse to help you, but will tease you endlessly for needing it. "Helpless little thing aren't you?"

His love language is gift giving and acts of service.

He's impulsive with words, but look at how he treats you and you'll see how he cares.

Considering his connections, expect to have the world at your fingertips. He'll never leave you wanting, you'll always be satisfied. There is no gift beyond his reach. Just be careful what you ask for, because he WILL get it one way or another.

He is a king, a leader- it's basically second nature to be serviced, and that's why it's so important how he acts toward you. For you, he stays vigilant, ready to catch you if you fall or feed you when you're hungry. For you, he'll carry you in his arms if you're tired. For you he'd put himself in servitude.

Monkeys also show affection to one another by grabbing at each other for attention, and grooming one another's hair.

I don't think he'd have any trouble getting your attention, he's very vocal! So he'd focus more on your hair. Don't be surprised if he randomly starts combing through with his fingers or just playing with it. It's calming for him, and another form of affection.

You've changed him for the better... And for the worse. He happier, more content and occupied (which is good for everyone). BUT, should you ever disappear or get stolen from him he would surely devastate heaven and earth to get you back. The last thing anyone needs is another, more wrathful, Wukong rampage.

Expect to get shown off at every convenience! You're his king/queen and he'll make sure everyone knows it.

You have the BIGGEST wedding. And I think the best part would've been the Chuangmen, which is a wedding game tradition, usually meant for the groom to prove his loyalty, devotion, and desire to marry the bride by completing tests made by her bridesmaids. There are a ton of really interesting Chinese wedding traditions that I would recommend reading about, but with the sheer power of Wukong, these challenges in particular could've been absolutely ridiculous!

Wukong isn't jealous, no that would be ridiculous, he has nothing to fear. That by no means doesn't mean that he doesn't get offended on your behalf. He's gotten upset at not being greeted properly, there's no way in HELL he doesn't get pissed if someone were to flirt with you. They're lucky if all he does is kill them.

Feel free to make fun of him for not being able to swim. He'll absolutely make you regret it, but do it anyway it'll be funny.

Am I the only one that thinks he'd be great with kids? 🤚

Like COME ON- the dude probably helps take care of the baby monkeys on his mountain. He tells them cool stories to get them riled up. Will lay down and let them play with his hair while you read or sing to him.

Give this man kids I dare you.

That's a topic for a different post 😌

Likes kissing you on the top of the head, will also lay his forehead against yours just to be close to you.

These two designs I really like for him! Y'all let me know in the comments which version is your favorite <3

💙

The destined one may look like Wukong, but they're certainly different in... most areas.

Being selectively mute makes things a good share more difficult to communicate with him than Wukong, but it has it's charms.

You'd just been... tagging along with him. He didn't mind, unlike the wolves and undead he'd been beating through, you proved no threat to him.

He figured you would just leave on your own- or die. But by some miracle even he didn't understand, you stuck by him through rain and dust storms alike. By the time you made it to the New West he felt obligated to keep you around.

For the first time since you started following him, you were actually in danger. And to both of your surprises, he dropped what he was doing to protect you.

Don't bother asking him why. Whether you do, or simply tell him thank you, he'll just wave you off. But you notice him walking closer to you than normal after that. No longer were you left to catch up with him while he sprinted off; he'd keep stride with you now, glancing at you every now and then.

He CAN talk, and he probably surprises you the first time he does. It's not even for something important. It's just one fateful night where you happen to decide to mess with his hair. You'd pull away after a moment and he'd rumble out a little, "Don't stop."

Now that you KNOW he can talk, it's even more annoying when he refuses to answer you.

He finds it amusing when you get frustrated with him about it. He can't help it. The whole time you're grumbling or ranting at him, he's just staring at you with his stoic face... thinking about how cute you are.

Feel free to give him a name. Not like he'll argue with whatever you pick-

But really, please call him something other than "the destined one". He'd never really needed a name before, but he'd treasure whatever you decide to call him.

He probably has a nickname for you too, he just only says it in his head...

Will click his tongue at you to get your attention. (Absolutely does the 'tsk tsk tsk' thing people do to call their cats)

Speaking of getting your attention- ^ remember how monkeys show affection by just kind of grabbing each other and squeezing and pressing their head against each other?

Yeeeeah. He's a touchy monkey. He won't ask for affection, so he kind of just does it himself. Will rub his head on you, not unlike how cats or rabbits do to mark things they like. Except he's just doing it to be affectionate.

Gets cuteness aggression and WILL just grab you.

If it wasn't obvious, his love languages are physical touch and quality time.

Doesn't need help putting armor on, but if you want to help he won't stop you. (The closeness makes his heart beat fast)

If you were ever both in a bad spot- being threatened and not in a place to put up a good fight, he'd cover your body with his and bare his fangs at whatever was trying to hurt you guys to intimidate it. (It probably wouldn't work- but it's an instinctual response.)

If your feet got cold in the snow in the New West he'd pick you up and let you rest on his back for awhile.

Likes when you rely on him like that, it makes him feel stronger. And besides it just "being his destiny", knowing you'll get hurt if he loses helps him focus during fights.

Terribly jealous individual.

The glare he would give someone is straight up deadly. Watch out for how his tail flicks around when he's irritated too 🤭.

Absolutely adores the sound of your voice, it could bring him out of a coma fr.

Doesn't mind being little or big spoon, he just likes cuddling. Wraps his tail around you when you do.

Always always makes sure you eat before he does, even though he's the one doing all the fighting.

Will let you win play fights (most of the time).

Hearing him laugh is the cutest thing ever I swear- It probably took you off guard the first time you manage it.

Doesn't know how to take compliments.

Probably short circuited the first time you complimented his appearance.

Very gentle, slow kisser. Likes having you in his lap, but will grab cheeky kisses every now and then too. Will tilt your chin up when you kiss, every time.

Art by @marcu-bug

[dootznbootz]

opinions on helen of sparta being compared to prey animals? blink blink

*blink blinks back* Then immediately sits like this because of the question.

It's a good question that I'm happy to answer! It just makes me mad.... I sincerely hate the wording of "prey" being used to describe her.

SHE IS A VICTIM! THAT DOES NOT MEAN SHE IS "PREY"!

I can...see how people in ancient times may have used that word and still meant it in how she is a victim... but modern-day English-speaking people calling her that??? (considering how in different languages the word "prey" could have different meanings.) I'll just say that as someone who has been "prey" herself at one point, I REALLY hate that word as a descriptor. Just say victim or survivor. 👍

Honestly to call ANY victim "prey" is so fucked up. "Prey" to me, feels like "it's meant to happen." "Prey" are part of the food chain and so that's what happens. And to compare that to abduction and SA? Almost as if "that's our place"? It also kind of implies something being "eaten" or killed... Helen SURVIVES. She's traumatized and definitely needs healing and support but it's not like she can't find joy or peace ever again. Prey just feels so fucking gross.

Also, if someone calls victims "prey", I hope they know that Moose, Elk, Boars, Bovine, ZEBRAS, etc. are technically "prey". And these are VERY aggressive animals while still being "prey" for some other animals. And also that doesn't mean that "Oh, they're powerful! Clearly they should've been able to stop it." That's victim blaming :P

She is a clever, determined, caring woman who was ripped from her home for YEARS because Paris was a dipshit who decided he needed the prettiest woman in the world despite already having a wife. He didn't care about the fact that Helen didn't want to be there and was already married. He is so selfish that he will not let her go back even when THOUSANDS have died in the war! EVEN HIS BROTHER HECTOR AND PRIAM DO NOT BLAME HER! Granted, we do not know if Aphrodite would have let him undo their deal of "I want the prettiest woman" if he DID end up feeling bad for Helen and he wished to let her go home (I doubt it based on his personality though).

"Oh, if she is so independent/strong, then why didn't she just kill Paris and leave?"

AGAIN! Victim blaming!!! First thing, people who ask that have media literacy that is piss on the poor. You also have no idea about the political implications that would have happened if she DID kill Paris. She literally cries about staying there and argues with Aphrodite about seeing Paris, only to get strongarmed by Aphrodite as, guess what? A GODDESS WILL ALWAYS OVERPOWER A DEMIGOD. (This isn't Percy Jackson where he "killed" Ares as a 12 year old (Percy, you were my childhood, but that's bullshit.))

Even confined in Troy, she ARGUED with APHRODITE about going to see Paris! She is not some meek woman who just does as she's told with no pushback! She argued with a GODDESSS! Very few survive doing that!!!

She's not "Prey to fate", she's a "VICTIM of Fate".

[vbecker10]

I might pull more of Shadows of the Past apart to make one shots... it's so long and there are a lot of little things that happen that I think might make good stand alone little fics

Loki's Cooking Lesson

Pairing: Loki x female reader (y/n)

Warnings: I got nothing... just some fluff

Summary: Loki asked if you could teach him how to cook something for date night and you can't help using this as an opportunity to prank the trickster.

Word Count: 1k words

A/N: I was reading through some of my longer fic, Shadows of the Past, and I thought this chapter would be a fun little oneshot. I reworked it so you don't need to know anything else about the story to read it. If you do like it though... it is chapter 19 and the link to the rest of the fic is here (work in progress) Shadows of the Past

You stand in front of the door to Loki's apartment and check your phone one last time to make sure everything is set. You smile to yourself and slip it back into your pocket before knocking. The door swings open almost immediately and you are greeted by Loki.

"Hello darling," he smiles as he gestures for you to enter.

After closing the door behind you, he wraps his arms around you tightly. You hug him back, resting your head against his chest. One of his hands remains on your lower back but he moves his other hand to the back of your head and lightly runs his fingers through your hair. You look up at him and he leans down, kissing you softly.

"Hi mischief," you giggle quietly when he loosens his hold of you. You take his hand and start towards the kitchen. “Now, I think it’s time for you to make me some dinner," you remind him.

“That was the plan... although I warn you, I have almost no idea what I’m doing,” he responds.

You try not to laugh at how nervous he sounds and reassure him, “Don't worry, if it turns out to be inedible we can just order a pizza."

He rubs the back of his neck and you kiss his cheek, causing him to smile again. "We've got this Loki, you ready?" you ask and he nods.

“Ok so, first rule of cooking...” you say to him as you open up your music app.  “We need some good music,” you smile.

"Really?" he asks, raising one of his eyebrows at you.

"Absolutely," you answer matter-of-factly. You scroll down and select the playlist you made specifically for tonight.

He looks at you curiously as he waits for the first song to start.

“First one is a classic, you're going to love it,” you tell him. After a few seconds of silence, AC/DC’s Thunderstruck begins to play loudly and the smile vanishes from his face.

    Thunder, Thunder, Thunder, Thunder, Thunder,

    Thunder, Thunder, Thunder, Thunder, Thunder,

    I was caught

    In the middle of a railroad track (Thunder) ....

You pause the song and he sighs loudly as he rolls his eyes. “Not a fan?” you ask him, trying to stifle a laugh. He shakes his head slowly, crossing his arms against his chest. 

“Ok... not your style, I can work around that. This next one is a bit newer,” you explain as you click on the next song on the playlist.  

    Just a young gun with a quick fuse

    I was uptight, wanna let loose

    I was dreaming of bigger things

    And wanna leave my old life behind

    Not a yes-sir, not a follower

    Fit the box, fit the mold

    Have a seat in the foyer, take a number

    I was lightning before the thunder

You watch him closely as he leans on the counter next to you. He doesn’t seem to be enjoying the song but his expression is neutral until the chorus to Imagine Dragon’s Thunder starts.

    Thunder, thunder

    Thunder, thun-, thunder

    Thun-thun-thunder, thunder, thunder ....

“Oh for Norns sake!” he says loudly, throwing his hands up.

You can barely contain your laughter as he walks a few steps away from you then turns back. You feign innocence as you pause the song, “You don’t like this one either?”

“No... I do not like that one either,” he says as he steps closer to you. He puts one arm around your waist and pulls you flush against him. He leans down, keeping his eyes locked on yours. “You have one more chance, Y/N," he says slowly in a calm voice.

Without saying a word you nod and reach for your phone. “I think you are really going to like this one. It's supposed to be very relaxing," you tell him as you lean into his embrace.

You click on the next song and bite your lip lightly as Loki continues to hold you close to him. The song starts gently with an orchestra playing softly. Loki's face softens a bit and he seems to be enjoying the music until the sound of light rain can be made out in the background.

Loki pulls back slightly from you and looks at you questioningly. “Tell me that is not what I think it is,” he says and you can hardly keep a straight face as you shrug.

The sounds of the rain become louder and the crack of thunder breaks through the melody of the orchestra. Loki lets go of you and puts his hand over his eyes as he groans loudly.  

“I honestly have no idea what I’m going to do with you, Y/N,” he says shaking his head as you pause the nature sounds.

You finally let out the laugh you've been holding and answer, “I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

“Hmmm,” he hums as he backs you against the counter. Loki slips one arm around your waist and places his other hand under your chin, tilting your head so you are looking up at him. “I do have an idea or two,” he says in a serious tone.

He moves quickly, kissing you hard while he presses his body against yours. You wrap your arms around him and kiss him back. His lips travel to your cheek, your jaw then down your neck. You can’t help but moan softly when he kisses your collarbone and he pauses when he hears it.

“That is a much better sound than thunder,” he says with a smirk and you nod in agreement.  

He lets go of you and you pout a little, “Now, I believe you promised to teach me how to cook... if you are ready to behave?” he asks.

"I'll be good,” you respond.

“Good girl,” he says quietly in your ear causing you to blush. "Shall we get started?" he asks and you nod before heading over to the fridge to take out the necessary ingredients.

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[shallowrambles]

They’re investigating what looks like a simple ghost when they get locked in a big creepy house, and are given various weapons: a candlestick, a knife, a lead pipe, a revolver, a rope, and a wrench. (Clue-style)

They each appear to meet melodramatic, horrific deaths, one by one, till it’s just jack and Sam left.

[winxanity-ii]

could i request hermes headcanons with a male lover?

of course! sorry if not the best, just the concept of hermes taking one of apollos followers 😩

THAT BOY IS MINE

ship: hermes x male!apollo devotee!reader warnings: non-explicit word count: 861 a/n: my first male reader request hehhehe; i lowkey wanna make a full one-shot..

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Trickster god Hermes, who first noticed you during one of Apollo's grand performances, as you stood in the crowd, bright laughter escaping your lips.

He didn't think much of it until he saw how you looked at Apollo—admiration clear in your eyes—and suddenly, the idea of getting your attention and challenging your admiration for Apollo was too irresistible for him to pass up.

Trickster god Hermes, who slips beside you during festivals, the kind of presence that catches you off guard.

He'd grin, that troublemaker smile of his, leaning in to whisper something sly about Apollo's radiance. "You think he's the only god worthy of your gaze?" he'd murmur, his eyes glinting with mischief as your cheeks warmed under his gaze.

Trickster god Hermes, who made sure you couldn't ignore him.

At first, it was harmless jokes, a teasing smile from across the temple grounds, or a comment as he materialized at your side, seemingly out of nowhere. But soon, he was there more often, lingering in your shadow. He loved the way you stiffened when he appeared, as if he had found a crack in your composure—and he intended to widen it.

Trickster god Hermes, who brushed his fingers against yours when you were organizing offerings in Apollo's temple, just to see the way you startled, your eyes meeting his in confusion.

He grinned, his voice dropping to a near whisper, "How devoted you are makes me envious, little muse. Would you give the same amount of devotion to me?" His words held a challenge, and for a moment, you wondered if there was more than jest in his eyes.

Trickster god Hermes, who knew how to make life an adventure, began slipping into your routines with ease.

He whisked you away from your duties, convincing you to join him on escapades across hills, through rivers, and into places you were not supposed to go. He showed you joy beyond Apollo’s measured perfection—the kind found in laughter that left you breathless, in the thrill of racing the wind, in moments stolen away just for yourselves. He made the divine feel real, imperfect, and you couldn't help but love that.

Trickster god Hermes, who was unpredictable, daring, and somehow made you feel seen.

He didn't look at you as merely another worshipper. He looked at you as someone he wanted. It unsettled you, the way he lingered too close, the intensity of his gaze following you as if you were the only one that mattered in a room full of people.

Trickster god Hermes, who found you alone in a grove, your shoulders slumped in loneliness as Apollo was too busy for you.

Instead of his usual antics, Hermes simply sat beside you, his shoulder brushing yours. He didn't say anything—he was just there—and for once, his presence wasn’t meant to charm or impress; it was just... real. It was the first time you saw something other than playful mischief in his eyes—it was care, and it unraveled something inside you.

Trickster god Hermes, who watched you with a longing that was hard to ignore.

He'd catch you glancing at Apollo from a distance, and his jaw would tense, that smile dropping for a heartbeat before it returned, sharper. He'd then make his presence known—his fingers skimming your waist, or his lips brushing your ear as he whispered something that made your pulse quicken. You were never just a follower to him, and he needed you to understand that.

Trickster god Hermes, who, for all his confidence, had waited for you to come to him.

He bided his time and made sure you knew he was always there. He listened when you spoke, his gaze never leaving your face, as though everything you said was the most important thing in the world. It wasn't Apollo's grandness, but it was real—and you found yourself seeking out Hermes more and more, your heart pulling toward the trickster who seemed to understand you in ways others didn't.

Trickster god Hermes, who watched with a soft smile the day you gave in.

When you leaned in to kiss him, he wrapped his arms around you as you kissed him, his lips curving against yours, the playful grin giving way to something deeper. Hermes held you close, as if you were the greatest treasure he had ever stolen, and he had no intention of letting go.

Trickster god Hermes, who made no secret of your connection afterward.

He'd drape himself over you in the presence of Apollo, his arm snug around your waist, whispering something teasingly possessive just loud enough for the sun god to hear with a knowing grin, as if to say, "He's mine now." There was no malice in it, only pride—pride that he had managed to steal your heart and that you had given it willingly.

Trickster god Hermes, who stole your heart in the most unexpected way, not by charm alone but through his laughter, his warmth, and his genuine affection.

He saw you not as someone worshipping from the shadows but as someone deserving of the spotlight, deserving of a love that was wild and unrestrained, just like the wind.

[wosoamazing]

New Normal 2.0

Alessia x Child!R - Part 3 of the Diabetes & Love Series Warnings: Hospitals, Diabetes, Cannulas

The last actual part of the series, all the next fics part of the series will be one-shots/blurbs

After a week-long stay in the hospital you were finally allowed to go home. Alessia was slightly nervous to go home but she knew it had to happen eventually and she knew she could do it.

“Mummy, icky,” you said as you walked over to her, leaving your toys in the middle of the floor, your Mum was over near the new set of shelves you helped build earlier that day, she was organising all your new supplies so they were easy to get. You had been told how important it was that you told an adult when you felt bad, so that's what you were doing, your Mum had quickly learnt that icky seemed to be for lows and yucky was for highs, she checked her phone to see your sensor did indeed say you were low, however as always you had to have your finger pricked first to check, “ow” you smiled cheekily, your Mum knew it didn’t hurt you but sometimes you like to say it as a joke.

“You little trickster, and also it does seem that you are icky, do you want a juice?” you nodded and she made quick work of fetching you a juice, “why don’t you help Mummy organise these while you have your juice,” she said handing you the pile of small wipe packets which had been mixed up when Lotte accidently dropped them, when she started helping, but she was quickly banned from helping and was sent to the grocery store, some of them were to help get rid of the sticky, some were to help clean your skin and then the others were to help your sensors stick to you, you agreed and quickly got to work sorting out the wipes into their respective containers. Your Mummy knew getting you to help her would keep you still for long enough time that the juice could start bringing up your blood sugar.

By the time you had finished organising the wipes your Mum had finished putting everything away.

“Pea, what if we did some shopping together on Mummy’s computer, there are stickers we could put over your helpers so that they stay in place better but also look pretty, and we could find some new better looking bags to put all your supplies in,” you nodded eagerly before following her into to the office, she helped you sit on her lap, as you looked at many different things with her, “that one!” you exclaimed as you pointed to a case that had a pale pink cow patch pattern on it, and Alessia added it to the cart, along with many different patch designs, device stickers and another case which was larger for when you travelled, and some other items.

________

Three days later a package arrived for you and you were very excited to open it, knowing what it was. 

“Look Mummy!” you yelled as you pulled out one of the sticker packs. “Do you like them?” you nodded eagerly, and she immediately knew she had her answer, “well what if we take off your current sensors, and give you a bath and then when we put your new sensors on we can choose which patches we put on,”

“Okay,” you said before taking her hand and pulling her into the bathroom. Alessia was the most nervous for this. This would be her first time changing your pod and sensor without the nurses or doctors watching, she did it herself before you left but it was still different because she knew if she needed it there was help. 

-

“Okay now, are you ready to help me put the insulin in?” “yep,” you said and your Mum inserted the needle into the small hole on the back of the pod before allowing you to help her push it in, “good job, now, where do you want to put this? Your back, stomach or your leg?” “leg, other one arm,” your Mum nodded as she cleaned a spot on your thigh before placing some skin-glue around the area and sticking your pod on your leg, she then used her hand to squeeze your leg, “okay, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,” she counted with you as you waited for the cannula to be inserted, “it’s in, good job, you sure you still want to put that patch on,” you nodded your head, and so she stuck it down, “okay ready for the next, 3, 2, 1” she clicked the button on the applicated and the cannula inserted, however unlike usual you cried, “I’m sorry Pea, I know it doesn't normally hurt and I don’t know why it hurt, but you did such an excellent job, you’re my big strong girl. What if we watch a movie tonight in my bed and you can sleep with me,” you sadly nodded your head and after finishing your site changes she carried you through to her room.

-

“Night, night mummy,” you mumbled as you started to fall asleep, you were lying on top of her, your head resting on her chest.

“Night bubba, love you,” Alessia replied. After being at home for four days now and having done a double sight change herself Alessia felt a lot better, she knew that soon this would become second nature, she knew you were strong and you hadn’t shied away from anyone who asked any questions yet and had taken it in your stride, she honestly couldn’t be prouder of you and she would make sure you knew that. It was just you and her, still, together forever, with the addition of your mini helpers now.