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[puckish-rogue]

" The fuck is up with people on the Internet talkin' about how they want me to break their spine? Y'all need help! Oh yeah, I'm sure you'd love it if I went and snapped you in half like a fuckin' Kit-Kat. I bet you'd moan too. "

[puckish-rogue-archive-deux]

" Just a quick heads up, but I'd recommend y'all pay attention to wherever you get your news. Let's just say that the Met Gala's gonna have a real mess on their hands pretty soon. "

[offorestsongs]

Rapunzel/Fairy Tale AU

so the past few days i've been spinning a Rapunzel/fairy tale AU for lilyarrow in my head (i was mostly inspired by @cheerleaderman's great Cinderella/fairy tale AU 🫶) and i really wanted to write a little fic for it. so here it is, Rook and Lysander's first meeting. enjoy! (i hope)

| 1.5k+ words • oc x canon • cw: brief description of injury/blood at the beginning

The wire digging into the delicate skin around Lysander's ankle was cold. Pulling it apart shouldn't be that hard of a task; he was certainly smarter than a rabbit or a doe that the snare was probably intended for, and he tried to be rational about it all. To not panic, to not blindly pull at the wire. And yet, despite his efforts, it seemed to only close tighter on his leg. His fingers, trembling and stiff from being exposed to the chilly night air for too long, slid from it again and again.

First came the sensation of something warm running down his foot. Would wild animals be able to smell it?, was Lysander's first thought as he watched the dark trail of blood on his skin with an almost blank expression. He didn't even feel the pain. Not at first, at least. It came to him a few seconds too late, after the initial wave of shock had weaned.

The days were long and lonely for Lysander, and he would often fill them up with cooking. The warm smell of bread and soups and meat almost made his little tower room feel like home, and his grandma was always just a bit easier to bear if he prepared a meal for the two of them to share. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t count all the times his knife would accidentally slide, cutting into his fingers or palms. He was well accustomed to that sharp pain, the stinging sensation of opened skin. The pain he felt now was ten times that. It felt as if all those cuts he accumulated over years had opened up again, all at once.

His grandma was right. He was a fool to think he could ever pull this off. He was a fool to think he was ever fit to live on his own.

Or maybe this was a punishment for trying to run away in the first place.

Alright. No. Nothing good would come out of letting himself wallow in fear and guilt. He had to think.

If there was one thing Lysander surely knew about himself, it was that he was good at making do with whatever he currently had at hand. Sure, maybe he didn't have a knife to try and cut the wire, but a sharp stone could also work, if he could only find one lying around. Or he could try to locate the other end of the snare, try digging it out; if he could at least walk, he could figure the rest out later.

“Oh là là! What have we got there?”

The sudden, unfamiliar voice sounding just above Lysander's head startled him, his heart almost leaping out of his chest. Carefully, he looked up.

There was a man standing just a few steps away, looking at Lysander like he was some sort of curiosity, smiling all too cheerfully for Lysander's dreary situation. He was dressed in the sort of practical clothes that suggested he was no stranger to living in the forest — the same sort of clothes Lysander tried to sew for himself in preparation for his escape — and wore a round, feathered hat that cast shadows over his face. In one of his hands he held a heap of silver-furred hares; all dead, tied together by their back legs.

Lysander didn't hear any footsteps. He was certain he should’ve heard some footsteps.

The man, meanwhile, crouched to be on the same eye level as Lysander.

“What an extraordinary little rabbit you are,” he said, then paused. “Ah, non, not a rabbit. A hare, perhaps.”

Lysander blinked. “I’m not a rabbit! Or a hare! Or anything, really!,” he said defensively.

“Pardonne-moi, but you must forgive me. It is not often that a human falls into one of my traps. I shall aid you, at the least.”

The man moved closer; in a few skilful moves, too fast for Lysander to ever register, he untied the wire, freeing Lysander at last.

“Oh, thank you,” Lysander said, voice a bit hoarse. He expected to cry from the relief, but his eyes remained dry. For the better, probably.

Without wasting time, Lysander tore off a part of his sleeve. When sewing his new clothes, he made the billowing sleeves purely out of aesthetic reasons, but now he was thankful for his past-self’s moment of vanity. The excess of material surely came in use now. His strange saviour widened his eyes, surprised, but then nodded, as if approving of Lysander’s willingness to part with the nice lace trim.

“You must be the young lady of the tower,” he said, watching as Lysander wrapped his wound in the fabric of what used to be his blouse and, before that, a particularly ugly dress that his grandma bought out for him.

Lysander raised his head. Once again, his heart leaped, right into his throat.

“You must be. I could never confuse such a fair face with another! I would come upon your little tower from time to time during my hunts and each time, I simply had to stop and observe. Watching you work incessantly in that room of yours, always so busy, like a little bird building its nest — it was like a balm to my heart upon days of work!”

Maybe it was an obvious oversight, but Lysander had never thought that somebody from the outside could see him going about his day in his room. It was so high up! But just the thought that there was somebody else observing him suddenly made all of those lonely moments feel just a little bit less lonely. Lysander’s cheeks suddenly felt hot. Except… there was the other thing, the one that felt like a twist in his guts.

“Not a lady,” he managed to say. “I’m, uh, I’m Lysander,” he added, surprised by how good it felt to finally be able to say it out loud. He expected to be scared, not happy. The giddiness that suddenly came over him was almost enough to make him forget about the pain he still felt.

The man made a face like that should have been obvious to him all along. “Ah! Apologies!” He took Lysander’s hand, as if that was a normal thing to do, and pressed the gentlest of kisses to Lysander’s knuckles as if, again, that was a normal thing to do. “Rook Hunt. The pleasure’s all mine.”

Well. Maybe that was a normal thing to do. Maybe that just simply was how one greeted strangers. It’s not like Lysander had any way of knowing. He had never met any strangers before.

“Do you need help getting home?” Rook asked. For a man with a fist full of dead hares, he seemed strangely… sweet.

“Not home! Just… somewhere safe. I’m travelling, you see. If you could maybe help me get somewhere where I could let this heal, then I could be off on my journey again”

Lysander purposefully didn’t say that he actually had no idea what the destination of his travel was. Somewhere, where he could find his parents, or at least find a new place to live. Or both. Preferably both.

“I’m afraid there aren’t many such places out here in the woods. Not nearby, at the least. Though my summer home, where I was heading, is fairly close.”

“Oh, no, I wouldn’t want to be a bother!”

Rook smiled. “I am partially responsible for your sorry state, am I not? It would weigh on my conscience if you didn’t allow me to help you, monsieur.”

It didn't seem like the best of ideas, but Lysander was well aware that he didn't have many other options and the mere mention of going back home clouded his reason with panic.

“If you’re sure I wouldn’t be a burden…”

“Could the presence of a beautiful flower ever be a burden?” Rook leapt to his feet, not giving Lysander the time to think about what was that even supposed to mean. He extended his hand.

Lysander took it. Slowly, he got back on his feet, carefully avoiding putting his body weight onto the injured leg. Yet when Rook offered his shoulder to lean on, Lysander firmly refused.

“Thank you. You are very kind, but I’m sure I can manage on my own,” he said. Rook was already being too kind and Lysander didn't like taking more from other people than strictly necessary.

“Well, if you’re so sure. Let us head off then.”

The smile on Rook’s face should have been a warning. Lysander tried to hop awkwardly; the moment his injured leg touched the ground with just a little bit too much force, a sharp stab of pain shot through his entire body, almost knocking his breath away. He lost his balance. The whole world seemed to spin.

And yet instead of meeting with the cold, hard ground, he landed right into Rook’s arms.

“Caught you again,” the man said, sounding way too amused for the situation, though Lysander could barely hear him over the sound of his own heart, beating in his ears like a war drum. “Are you certain you’re not a hare?”

With a long, defeated sigh, Lysander took Rook’s arm.

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[htilney]

if you're complaining about the d.arcy casting based purely on hair color and the alternatives you suggest are o.scar i.saac and a.dam d.river.... i need you to shhhh

[waversteppes]

MY FUCKING. ART SIDEBLOG HAS BEEN SHADOWBANNED TOO IM GONNA FSHDGDGERYUW*(#$43983547834587

[cloudpools]

"You.... weren't supposed to see that!" Holly is mortified, staring at the intruder with wide hazel eyes. She'd thought that this alley was clear. A safe place to transform from magical girl to regular girl.

Whoops.

Marching up to whoever this person was, blonde pigtails bouncing with each step, she grabs them by the shoulders. "Promise. You have to promise you won't tell anyone about this." No one was supposed to know she was the one and only protector of the world: Iris!!!!

[sansloii]

“If you all wanted me to get on my knees and open my mouth so badly, all you had to do was ask. I'm obedient enough to do what I'm told.”

[simplyafountainpen]

This is a formal reminder that my inbox is open. Be it requests or simple chatter I am always willing to listen.

Don’t be afraid. I don’t bite. Not unless you ask.

[angel-anachronism]

(REPOST) REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Do you have an idea for a fanfic but don't know how to execute it? Do you perhaps want to see more fanfics in your fandom yet you have no one who's open enough to accept your idea and develop it? Well, don't worry anymore! Your friendly neighborhood writer Luce is here to save the day!

The rules are on my pinned post, and the fandoms I write for are right here! ( I am up to write for any fandom, even ones that aren't on the list)

Now, if you want me to write for another fandom, please recommend me a fandom you'd like me to write for. I'm up to write quite about anything as long as the source doesn't contain disgusting fetishy things.

I'll also make fanfics with original characters if you have an idea for a fanfic that doesn't contain a character from a particular source.

The sky is the limit! Request me anything, and I'll probably write a fanfic that's well over 1k-2k words (if I decide to post them quickly) (if I take my time, I could write a fanfic well over 10k words)

(I also accept writing dark fanfics, as long as it doesn't romanticize a toxic relationship)

Toodles!

~Luce/Eden

[incarnaet]

" so, if you and another person stand under that plant, the mistletoe .. you should both kiss ? " she's staring up at the mistletoe that hung in the doorway, careful not to stand under it, " it sounds very romantic. "

open starter, mutuals only.

[electrose]

open to mutuals.

❝ It's sweet of you to worry, but I'm fine. Just a little tired, is all. Why don't you join me for a cup of tea, hm? ❞

[puckish-rogue]

" Happy New Year. You've gone and survived another one. Good job! Proud of you. "

[puckish-rogue-archive-deux]

" Was thinking about skipping on the Halloween parties this year and focusing on something that'll really get people scared. Y'know, like committing arson. "

[offorestsongs]

it is soo important to me that Lysander is so pretty, but most people at nrc cant stand his vibe so he's just stuck with the resident weirdo <3

[psychicbloom]

"When I couldn't fall asleep at night, my Gothitelle used to use her powers to create beautiful starry skies for me. It was like having my own planetarium in my bedroom." Such fond, precious memories.

[slothprince]

❝ oh no, i came to last year's ball as well. it was quite delightful. ❞

And it was true, too. The many-eyed Sin is looking quite comfortable amongst the crowds of people, strands of her mane shifting to a calming sky blue from under her hat as she peruses the selections of drinks.

❝ i'm not participating in as many of the acitivites this year though, but i'd like to take the chance to mingle a little more than i usually would. ❞