#yieldingdreams; puck.

[gctchell]

@yieldingdreams said: Puck with admire and also give her food. He didnt cook it though. He stole it. He can't cook.

There he is.. that very pretty man with the nice voice. Niffty's head tilts, watching Puck in return with a soft hum. It's mutual admiration, curiosity and fawning in her gaze. A girl can't help herself with a beautiful boy like that, you know? She does, however, break out of it when food is offered.

"Me?" Niffty touches her chest gently. "I mean, for me? Are you sure?" She doesn't really give him a moment to clarify, she's taking it and digging around in her apron pocket.. and drawing out a little lollipop with strawberry-printed wrapping. A trade! This for that! "Here!"

[stardustedstories]

@yieldingdreams asked: In the darkness of night, illuminated by the blue-white glow of moonlight, Puck approached where Percy slept. He moved like a soft wind, his movements near impossible to detect until he finally reached out to touch the other. Innocently, of course. Fingertips gingerly touching the man's arm to test if he would startle up before he got closer. His palms fell on the man's chest as he descended from where he'd been floating to lay his body comfortably atop the other man. Using him as a soft place to rest, with his head falling on the gunslinger's shoulder. He let out a quiet hum of contentment as his eyes fell shut, perfectly content with his newly chosen pillow. He didn't think Percy would mind. He hoped not anyway.

semi-unprompted // always accepting

Percy had been sleeping so much easier, now that Whitestone, now that his home was safe. There was a lot of work to do to rebuild, and he was under no illusions that it was going to be easy or simple, but the fact that it was a possibility was…..everything. So many lives had been lost…., but so many had been saved, too. And he had a sister again, something that made his heart ache when he thought about it. He had Cassandra back in his life.

He didn't always sleep through the night, but he'd stopped waking up at every little noise, treating everything like a threat.

The hand on his arm draws him to consciousness, but he smiles when he sees the figure above him, his white hair framed and seemingly set aglow by the moonlight. And when Puck settles against him, Percy wraps his arms around the fae, sleepily nuzzling into his hair, more than content with this new arrangement.

[mister-bloom]

Rate your muse’s traits 0-10!

Compassion: 3/10 Bitterness: 1/10 Happiness: 4/10 Politeness: 7/10 Chivalry: 3/10 Pride: 10/10 Honesty: 5/10* Bravery: 10/10 Recklessness: 10/10 Ambition: 10/10 Loyalty: 0/10 Love: 2/10 Sense of family: 0/10 Attractiveness: ?/10* Agility: 8/10 Sex drive: 2/10

Tagged by: @red-hemlock Tagging: @no-rose-without-a-thorne @hisrighthandman @d-d-disgusting @the-last-laugh @yieldingdreams (for puck) and anyone else who wants to

[storiedhistories]

@yieldingdreams asked: ‘ did you think that i had left you for good? ’ for Percy from Puck

On the road as much as they were these days, it had been quite some time since Percival had seen Puck. And he found himself actually missing his presence. To be quite honest, he hadn't been sure what to think of him initially, but he'd been polite and had quickly discovered that Puck was an immensely interesting figure. He was quite powerful in his own right, and for some reason, he'd taken an interest in Percy, of all people.

While he still wasn't entirely sure he understood Puck's interest, Percy would be lying if he said he wasn't flattered. He'd always been fascinated by the Feywild, and Vox Machina's little trip there had been quite different from what he'd been imagining from his books. And the fac that Puck indulged at least some of his questions delighted the gunslinger.

Thanks to Scanlan's Magnificent Mansion, he even had a full workshop while they were traveling, though he had to bring along his own materials, if he wanted to take anything out of the mansion with him. He'd been tinkering with different materials when he could, trying to create a gun without any iron in it, since Puck had seemed interested in his inventions. It hadn't quite worked, which meant he needed to try a few other things before he could build any sort of prototype.

In the meantime, he'd been working on a puzzle box, just to make something that wasn't purely for destruction, even though that was what much of their free time was currently focused on.

He'd been working on the box when he heard a familiar voice, one he hadn't thought he'd hear again for quite some time, if ever. After all, Puck surely had more important things to do than to hang around him as much as he had been for a little while there.

Percy looked up, an easy grin on his face when he saw his visitor.

"I hadn't been certain," he admitted, sitting back in his chair. "I just assumed you'd come to your senses after all and found something better to do than hang around here." His tone was nonchalant, but he was quite delighted to see the fae again, if he was being honest with himself.

[gloryseized]

"Conversations are a lot like teeth, you can only have so many." Puck for Link. One of the only fairy creatures who is very uninterested in giving him a tutorial or fetch quest lol

Meme Tag -- @yieldingdreams

Link blinked at the figure, eyes scanning first in one direction than the other. This had to be some sort of test, he figured. Most folk of this sort he met tended to want something from him, or at least the Great Fairies in their fountains did. The smaller fairies tended to keep to themselves, aiding him if he was able to catch one before returning to their own affairs. Considering this seemed to be a fairy of the larger variety, he expected some mission, but instead got... this.

Goddess, he hoped this one didn't want his teeth.

Tapping his chest, both arms crossed in front of his chest before swinging wide. Reaching forward, both hands tugged back. Both hands, palms flattened, then crossed in front of his forehead before he pointed at the other. << I don't want to trouble you. >> he signed, trying to be polite before he offered a small bow, hoping to leave with all his teeth.

[firstwcman]

@yieldingdreams asked, ↕ 5'4" for Puck. He's a little fella

⛧ — send me ↕ + your muse’s height ; I will compare theirs to mine.

"But you are like me, aren't you?" She could be as tall as a mountain and he could still soar right over her with absolute ease. Levitation is such a lovely and handy bit of magic.

[heartheaded]

i finished my drafts then hunted down a few lost ones!....

@chibitantei, @gemscales-and-tea (drak), @cxffeeshxp (jax), and @yieldingdreams (puck) are the last 4 on deck real soon-----!

(please let me know if i'm missing you if your reply wasn't in the spam today!)

[gctchell]

From Puck. He couldn't decide how he wanted to fill it out. Forgot the free space lol (it's a very MILD 'enjoys violence' . He likes the chaos but he doesn't usually want people dead or permanently harmed djskfjd he also likes all animals and refuses to commit to any specific one more than others)

Are you Niffty's type?

Yowza. That's a lot of checks, and at least three bingos? Yowza! Her eye grows big, and then she giggles. A hand presses to her cheek, the maid swinging herself side-to-side with one arm fashioning over her waist.

"You like your girls funny, don'tcha?"

[gctchell]

"You're pulling my leg."

"Milk."

"Heavy cream specifically."

[gctchell]

GOLLY GEEZ LOUISE-

[gloryseized]

"My wife can stab me a little bit I don't care." Oberon for Mimir. Just another day in their very dysfunctional marriage lol

Meme Tag -- @yieldingdreams

A wide toothy grin climbs across his mouth, moving from one end to the other as his eyes light with mischief. "Meaning no offense, your Majesty, but seeing how you and your lady love are with one another, I doubt I'll ever find a partner for myself," said Puck, all of his brazen hubris of youth on display.

Righting himself slightly from where he'd been reclining, foot ceasing it's tapping so he could swing it around to better tuck underneath him, he peered at the king keenly. "Did she have some particular thing to be stabbing you for, or was she also not in the mood for caring?"

[storiedhistories]

an assortment of dialogue prompts // Accepting!

@yieldingdreams asked: ❛ may i have this dance? ❜ Puck for Percy

Percy was lost in thought, watching the rest of his party members all dance and enjoy themselves. Cassandra was even joining in, something he hadn't seen in far too long. It had been quite some time since there had really been reason to celebrate in Whitestone, and now that there was a moment to breathe, they were all taking advantage of it.

So why was he standing by the wall while everyone else enjoyed themselves? Why was he just observing instead of participating? Any of his party members would have danced with him, if he wanted (well, except for maybe Grog, but he was enjoying himself in his own way; Percy was pretty sure he'd last seen him having a drinking contest with Pike), but he hadn't sought any of them out.

It wasn't as though he didn't enjoy dancing; he was quite good, when he put his mind to it. He supposed he just wasn't in a partying mood. Which was ridiculous considering the fact that he'd been the one to suggest that they throw this particular celebration, to give the people of Whitestone something to do, to look forward to that wasn't the Winter's Crest festival.

He'd been considering retreating to his workshop when he heard a familiar voice, asking if he might have this dance.

Percy turned in Puck's direction, offering him a smile. "How could I refuse such a request?" he murmured, taking the fairy's hand to lead him through the steps. After all, he'd been taught all of these particular dances growing up, and he wasn't certain if Puck was familiar with the steps.