#this is a trickster god

[omnybus]

I think what I love most about mythology is that the “Trickster God/Spirit” is an archetypical character found in almost every body of folklore. It’s like “Oh, here’s our God of the Sun, our God of the Sea, our God of Fertility, and our God of Being A Wretched Little Gremlin Who Causes Problems On Purpose”

[izunias-meme-hole]

Behold, Hikari Toriumi's take on Loki's Rivals design.

[corseque]

More info on the deleted Solas sex scene

[vintra-lavellan]

absolutely in Love with how much Solas was an asshole in DATV. He was just too babygirl in DAI (and a terrible liar too—hello mr. i-miss-court-intrigue) for me to fully believe that he was the elven god of lies. Batting his eyelashes at Inky when taking her hand, ir abelas vhenan everywhere etc...

But to Rook? He is such a Little Lying Piece of Shit. He would leave Rook dead in a ditch no second thoughts i love it

[sualne]

wolf crier, scapegoat, first on scene, first accused.

[causalityparadoxes]

The Pantheon of Discord | Doctor Who, The Legend of Ruby Sunday

[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..

★·.·´🇪‌🇵‌🇮‌🇨‌: 🇹‌🇭‌🇪‌ 🇲‌🇺‌🇸‌🇮‌🇨‌🇦‌🇱‌ 🇲‌🇦‌🇸‌🇹‌🇪‌🇷‌🇱‌🇮‌🇸‌🇹‌`·.·★

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.

[blueskittlesart]

I noticed you into persona again and drew botw link in zelda what would their link and zelda perssona and outfit be like if they were in persona?

this was. an interesting exercise in character design if nothing else. not entirely vibing with the golden goddesses which is why i didnt color them fully & also i exclusively referenced p5 personas (& orpheus p3 purely because i remember that design). not entirely sure they're reading as game-accurate because i honestly don't pay much attention to the actual persona designs so i was really just focusing on silhouette and vibe lmfao. anyway if you're an artist and you ever feel like torturing yourself try designing a character or 5 based off the persona franchise

[tihohodka]

Another Loki for y’all

[krems-chair]

I don't need "I'll tear the world apart for you" all the time, ya know? Sometimes, a "the world has torn me apart, but every last wretched note that remains sings for you" will do the trick quite nicely

[marimomo]

listen. sarcastic rook and solas have insane chemistry. im about to be blogging things that sol*vellan stans are gonna crucify me for

[cupid-tune]

EEEEE!! ur art look like how I feel the tricksters would feel like!!!! I would love to see some tricker art from you eventually! Xp

Pov you just woke up what are your last words

[corseque]

Transferring a twitter Dragon Age 4 theory to tumblr:

This is a theory about the very latest DA4 information that people were upset to learn about because they want to wait for the game rather than hear too much, so look elswhere if that is you. I suspect that Rook is called "Rook" for a reason. I suspect their color is purple for a reason.

Rook is associated with trickery and death, a bad omen.

Hmm.... that reminds me a little of a "dread wolf."

I, for a long time, thought the game was called "Dreadwolf" because the main character would be taking on the trials and tribulations and responsibilities of the Dread Wolf onto their own shoulders. This suspicion has expanded hugely in my mind when I think about DA4 because what exactly is the story set-up, here? What is the Dread Wolf?

Solas, who is playing the role in the story of Dragon Age of an ancient trickster deity, has claim and power over the functions that trickster gods. Namely, power over doorways, thresholds, boundaries.

It doesn't matter what Solas thinks about godhood if he has all the trappings and power of godhood. There is no material difference in a fictional story.

(I love that Solas in the prologue is demonstrating exactly what you would expect from a Trickster God in this situation - manipulating boundaries, and then being Just a Little Guy.)

So the game prologue opens on Solas, a trickster god, delicately manipulating the magical boundary between worlds, which is something that you would expect a trickster god to do. Then unfolds a scene in which a tiny figure (Rook) causes a larger-than-life god (Solas) mischief and, with Rook's foolish meddling, undoes the very fabric of normalcy, trapping the trickster god and throwing the world into chaos, upsetting the very balance of power between the gods, threatening the end of the world.

Rook then recieves power over the Veil the trickster god has, the sacred knife that the trickster god wields, the ability to traverse back and forth between the boundaries only easily traversed by the trickster god, the magical mirror teleportation network of the trickster god, the magical floating Lighthouse home of the trickster god, the responsibilities of the trickster god, etc.

Rook also recieves the advice of the trickster god, whether they want it or not (it seems).

Do you see what I'm saying?

"They call me the Dread Wolf, what will they call you when this is over?"

I think this game may be about Rook becoming a trickster god.

As Felassan tells Briala in The Masked Empire, "[Becoming a god] is for the stories to decide."

Tricksters in folklore are very often mortal, human heroes. Very often, they act stupidly and foolishly (like we are said to do by interrupting Solas in the prologue) and somehow win anyway.

And what more powerful figure could there be, to fight with gods? Only a little guy like Solas or Rook, could hope to fight multiple gods and win. A little tiny trickster hero who makes foolish mistakes but is unkillable like Bugs Bunny is actually the perfect challenger to all-powerful deities.

Anyway, so if we get all of Solas' powers and his responsibilities, if we're, in a way, in training to become a trickster god. We may be stepping into myth and doing his job for him, disrupting things the way he does, and there will be comparisons. (the articles tell us that Solas is comparing himself to Rook, and that he doesn't like what he sees of himself in Rook). People always acted like Solas' situation was incredibly easy, but imo we could never actually understand what his story was, or see it from his point of view, enough to judge him. But if we actually walk in his shoes, then maybe we can actually have a part of the conversation. And later, maybe part of the myth.

The little Rook-bird that tugged the Dread Wolf's tail and let the creators free again, the little trickster Rook that destroyed or saved the world. I wonder what kind of trickster they will call us, when it is all over?

[inkedfictionista]

I must confess, it’s growing on me. I love him as the sad little egg he is, but that ginger hair is just 👌

[harpoonsnotspoons]

They call him the happy smiler

[winxanity-ii]

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍

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𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 ━━ ❝You should be thanking me, little thief.❞

𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- you, a mortal thief, steal from the gods, catching the attention of Olympus' most notorious trickster. From curses to chases, Hermes sticks by your side-for better or worse-and it's hard to tell if he's saving you… or setting you up for disaster.

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《 𝔸𝕠𝟛 𝕧𝕖𝕣. | 𝕎𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕡𝕒𝕕 𝕧𝕖𝕣. | ℚ𝕦𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕧 𝕧𝕖𝕣. 》

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Parts: 00 ┃ 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁 - 436 wc

01 ┃ 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 - 1.6k wc

02 ┃ 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 & 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 - 2.0k wc

03 ┃ 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 - 2.4k wc

04 ┃ 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 & 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐲 - 2.6k wc

05 ┃ 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 - 2.9k wc

06 ┃ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 - 2.2k wc

07 ┃ 𝐫𝐮𝐧, 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 - 2.8k wc

08┃ 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 & 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 - 3.5k wc

09 ┃ 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡 - 3.0k wc

10 ┃ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 3.1k wc

11 ┃ 𝐭𝐡���� 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐬 - 2.1k wc

12 ┃ 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠 & 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 - 3.3k wc

13 ┃ 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥 - 1.8k wc

14 ┃ 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 - 4.5k wc

15 ┃ 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫 - 4.9k wc

16 ┃ 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐦 - 3.9k wc

17 ┃ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - 2.2k wc

18 ┃ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 - 2.7k wc

19 ┃ 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 - 1.7k wc

20 ┃ 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 - 2.9k wc

❏ Note: this fic will be a mixture of EPIC: The musical and the many variations of Greek mythological Gods to better fit the narrative, so basically, knowledge of EPIC: The Musical isn't technically needed; this book can be read with just common knowledge of Greek mythology.

⌜𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐅𝐢𝐜⌟

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾　🇵‌🇴‌🇸‌🇹‌-ᴇᴘɪᴄ!ᴀᴜ　☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

➢ 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥-𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚 ➢ 𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞/𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ➢ 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ➢ 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲/𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫