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Okokok so elf reader BUT theyre pretty young like 16 (in human years) and the party had no fucking clue and they find out (somehow idk im bad at thinking) AND everyone kinda freaks out and readers just ":0 you didnt know???"
My math is probably off, but this felt like a good moment for reader to mention their age :)
"I'm turning 29 this year," Chilchuck mumbles.
"Really? We're the same age then!" you say.
"What?!" Marcille gasps. "No way you're that young!"
"Is that young for elves?" Laios asks.
"Is that not young for tall-men?" Senshi says.
"Not really," Laios answers with a shrug. "I'm 26."
"No way," Marcille says quietly. "You guys are all just kids!"
"I'm kind of surprised you didn't notice," you say. "Although, I have been told I have a mature face before."
"What the heck are you doing in a dungeon then? You should still be in school!"
"Okay, Mom," you tease. Marcille clamps her mouth shut, blushing.
"How old would you be if you were a tall-man?" Laios asks.
"You can't expect them to do the math that quick," Chilchuck says.
"Probably 16 or so?" you guess. "Teens is pretty young for tall-men, right?"
Just want to put it out there that currently, the only elf I have any real knowledge of is Marcille. I'm an anime-only and don't have a way to read the manga, so for now the Canaries are out of my wheelhouse. I hope you still like this :)
Marcille would be a little wary of you doing her hair at first because she's very particular about it. It's very important to her magic, after all.
After some insisting on your part and promising that you'll be careful, she agrees to let you do it. She thinks it's sweet that you want to.
She walks you through her hair routine, surprised and a little touched by how attentive you are the whole time.
The next time you have the opportunity to, you do every step of Marcille's hair routine for her, being very careful to do it just the way she does. She almost falls asleep while you're washing her hair. The feeling of your nails gently scratching at her scalp is just so soothing.
You dry, brush, and style her hair with the same care that you washed it. You love how silky it feels and how it looks like it's made of gold when it's freshly washed. You get distracted, running your fingers through her hair while you're supposed to be styling it, but she doesn't complain.
She loves the hairstyle you give her whether it's simple or complicated. More than anything, she's happy that you know how important her hair is to her and were just as thorough as she would have been, if not more.
Hello friends! Thank you for the prompts I've been receiving. It feels great to write again! I'm currently working on something that was supposed to be simple, but is currently about....*coughs* 1k words? Maybe more, I haven't checked recently.
Just wanted to make this post to ask that if you would like to send me a prompt, please do so through the ask feature. It's what works best for me. If you've replied to my recent post asking for dunmeshi prompts, I will get to that, but going forward I'll only be replying to prompts submitted via ask. Thanks for understanding!
At first, Laios would fail to see the appeal of cryptids. Why waste your time researching creatures that aren't proven to exist when monsters are right there and so cool?
He can certainly empathize with the way your interests and research are dismissed or considered weird, even pointless. Even if he doesn't have much interest in cryptids himself, he listens to you just like you listen to him talk about monsters.
You're twenty minutes in to an infodump about a cryptid from your homeland for what must be the hundredth time when he realizes hey, maybe one of the reasons he likes to listen to you talk is because he likes you.
The realization would excite him and make him nervous at the same time, because he's never been the best with people. You're different, though—you understand a part of him that not many other people do.
He's one of the few people who you don't have to physically drag into the middle of the woods to look for cryptids. He'll come along happily! (Mostly because he likes spending time with you and spending time outdoors, so it's a win-win situation)
Laios would tell you how he feels about you on one of these excursions. It would be at one of the most inopportune times because that's just how he is. Probably right when you think you're finally going to catch a glimpse of something, only for him to confess to you and draw your attention away from the shadowy figure half obscured by bushes in between the trees. It's not there when you look back, of course.
You can't bring yourself to be upset though. Not when you tell him you feel the same way and he grins and hugs you so tight you can hardly breathe.
...You do sulk about it later though. He promises to make it up to you.
Greetings! Just found your blog and you have earned a fan!
I was wondering if maybe you could make some Cyllene fluff? After the festival part and the credits roll, Laventon mentions that he actually saw her having fun (something she denies and claims he must be imagining). So now I’m curious…what do you think transpired over the festival?
(What indeed 👀)
For the first time since coming to Hisui, Cyllene is thoroughly out of her element. She’s meant for the clinical, orderly environment of the Galaxy Hall, where everyone stays in their assigned station, be that standing in front of a desk receiving orders or in the seat behind issuing them. This festival takes her regular routine and tosses it haphazardly out the window. Galaxy, diamond, and pearl alike mix together, ranks and positions and honors lacking their usual hold over social interaction. There’s certainly something refreshing about being free from her typical responsibilities, that no one will ask anything of her, but for the most part, Cyllene feels lost.
Thankfully (or woefully, depending on the day), Laventon is incredibly meddlesome. He refuses to let her sit on the sidelines and observe the festivities; he shoves some sort of sweet in her hands and ushers her over to his little group consisting of himself, Rei, and you. You pause your conversation with Rei when Laventon calls out to the two of you and smile as your eyes meet Cyllene’s. She responds with a nod. The usual fluttering feeling in her stomach that accompanies one of your smiles is harder to push down than usual. Perhaps it has something to do with the complete dismantling of the social structure she’s become accustomed to in the past few years.
“Evening, captain,” you say, a playful sparkle in your eyes as you address her as formally as you would any other day.
“Good evening,” Cyllene replies. She racks her brain for something else to say, something that doesn’t relate to work, but comes up empty. It’s hard for her to think while she can see your relaxed smile and posture, the lantern light bringing out your features and reflecting in your eyes.
“Have you tried any of the festival games?” you ask. When Cyllene simply shakes her head, you grin and take her hand. “Come on then!”
Cyllene lets you lead her through the crowd to the road that leads out of town and to Prelude Beach. It’s full of all manner of vendors and games. The two of you go to the first one, which is a ring toss.
“I bet I can win more games than you,” you say.
“That’s a bold claim to make,” Cyllene says. “Are you sure you’d like to take me up on that bet?”
“I never back down from a challenge.”
Cyllene holds out her hand. You grin and deposit a set of rings into it. Determined to prove you wrong, she throws with as much accuracy as she can manage. Her last ring bounces off the top of the peg and lands uselessly on the floor of the booth. When your turn comes, you throw all three of your rings in quick succession and they all land on the same peg. Cyllene realizes she’s been hustled—you throw pokéballs all day, and she processes paperwork.
Somehow, that makes her even more determined.
You and Cyllene go down the line of festival games. You’re certainly dominant in the field of hand-eye coordination, but Cyllene is stubborn. She wins a fair number of them, and by the time you’ve played every single game at the festival, you’ve only won three more than her. It’s not a victory, but it’s an accomplishment that leaves her feeling satisfied.
“Told you,” you tease as you turn away from the games and in the direction of the food. “You put up a good fight, though.”
“I always give my best,” Cyllene says.
“It was fun, right?” There’s a note of uncertainty in your voice.
“It was.”
Cyllene gives you a smile so small that most would miss it. Your eyes light up, and you take her hand again. She doesn’t push down the warm, fluttering feeling this time, letting it rise from her stomach all the way up to her cheeks, which redden the slightest amount. You take notice of this and stop in your tracks, fixing her with an unreadable look in your eyes.
Just as she’s about to ask what’s wrong, your hand comes up to her cheek, slow and hesitant. Cyllene doesn’t flinch away, leaning ever so slightly into your touch instead. You’ve been staring into her eyes ever since you stopped abruptly, but now your gaze darts down to her mouth. Cyllene answers your silent question by closing the distance between you. You sigh through your nose, melting into her as your lips meet. The kiss ends all too soon, and Cyllene’s heart stutters when she sees your flushed cheeks and bright smile. You kiss her again before tugging her toward the food vendors, giggling and stumbling over your feet.
The next morning, when Laventon makes a comment about seeing Cyllene “making merry”, she sends a knowing glance in your direction, smiling a bit to herself at the blush creeping into your cheeks.
hi there! I just discovered your blog and I absolutely love it!! and your post about laventon comforting the reader after volo’s betrayal has me 👀 so how do you think cyllene would react in that same kind of situation? thanks so much- have a lovely day! -⛈
Anon...your brain...
This was originally going to be headcanons, but the first line I typed kinda just...turned into a little drabble. Hope you don't mind!
Post-game spoilers under the cut! And I hope you have a lovely day too! <3
Cyllene is never startled; she's too composed for that. But she's certainly caught off guard when the door to her office flies open without a knock preceding it. She looks up from her paperwork, fully intending to scold whoever would be brazen enough to barge in on her, but she stops short when she sees the state you're in. Your hair is a mess, you're covered in scrapes and marks that will surely turn into bruises, and the expression she's faced with now is perhaps the most devastated one she's ever seen.
Just as your name starts to form on her lips, you burst into tears. Cyllene stares at you for a moment, letting out sobs that trail into ragged gasps, before snapping herself back to reality and approaching you as one would a wounded pokémon.
"What happened?" Cyllene asks, her fingertips just brushing your arm. That only makes you sob harder. You sink to your knees in the middle of her office, dissolving into a puddle of tears. Cyllene kneels next to you, gently guiding your head to her chest.
You choke everything out between hiccupping sobs, explaining how Volo used you, and worse, had planned to get rid of you entirely. As your story goes on, Cyllene's anger deepens. She keeps her exterior cool, as always, allowing the smallest crack in her façade by way of her furrowed brow and steely gaze which she fixes on the doorway.
"I put the village—all of Hisui in danger by helping him," you whisper against Cyllene's tearstained uniform. "I'm sorry. I didn't know. If I had, I never would have—"
"That's enough," Cyllene says softly. She presses you closer against her, feeling more than hearing your shuddering sigh. "You're hurt. You need to come to the medical ward right away, and I'll have the professor see to your pokémon."
You agree hoarsely, and Cyllene presses a kiss to your cheek in a rare show of affection outside of her quarters or yours before getting you to your feet and helping you to the medical ward. She leaves Peselle and the other Medical Corps members to fuss over you and leaves your injured pokémon with a very concerned Laventon. There's no sense in going to visit you now—you'll be being treated. She'll come back later to ensure that she doesn't get in the way.
In the meantime, however, Cyllene has orders to deliver to the Security Corps about tracking down a certain member of the Ginkgo Guild.
Can I have some cute fluffy hcs with Adaman and s/o? Just wholesomeness 💞💞
Every time Adaman sees you playing or cuddling with his leafeon, he absolutely melts. Seeing the two of you curled up asleep first thing in the morning? Call this man an ambulance.
He’s not shy at all about pda. He loves you and he doesn’t care who knows it! (Though, of course, if you aren’t comfortable with that, he’ll tone it down. But when it’s just the two of you, he’ll shower you with affection)
It’s not uncommon at all for Adaman to just lay his head in your lap with a sigh after a stressful day. Whenever this happens, you’ll take down his hair and run your fingers through it, either listening to him vent or just being there to comfort him.
If you’ve been away for more than a few days, when you come home, Adaman is always the first to greet you. He’ll hug you so tight he lifts you off the ground and cover your face in kisses until you’re bright red and laughing
Sorry I haven't posted in a few days—work has gotten busy. If you sent in a request, don't worry. I promise I'll get to them soon! Thank you for your patience ❤
Thank you for confirming!! In that case, do you think I could ask for some general Yandere Irida and Adaman headcanons please? Thank you so much, I appreciate it! If you need me to be a bit more specific, please let me know!
Adaman
The first time Adaman saw you, he knew he wanted you to be his
You were all he could think about. He often daydreamed about bringing you to the Diamond Clan so you could always be near him
Seeing you with Irida makes his blood boil. Why do you spend any of your time with her? Can’t you see that you’re meant to be with him?
Whenever you’re in the Crimson Mirelands, he watches you. He doesn’t want to disturb your work, but knowing you’re in the same region as he is, he can’t stay away. If there’s an opportunity for him to approach you, he will, and he’ll stay with you the rest of the time you’re there
Adaman knows your schedule down to the minute. When you wake up, when you go shopping, when you start a survey—he knows how you spend your time, so he always knows when the best time is to come find you
Irida
It wasn’t instant for Irida like it was for Adaman. She knew she had to have you when she saw your face in the light that came off of Kleavor once he’d been calmed
Irida makes every excuse to be near you. She spends as much time in Jubilife as she does in the Pearl Settlement, if not more
She often offers for you to come live in the Pearl Settlement, pushing down her disappointment every time you politely decline. She knows that one of these days you’ll come around
If she finds out that someone made you upset, whoever did it will end up having to take a trip to the medical ward full of ice shards
Irida doesn’t like seeing you with Adaman, but it doesn’t make her very angry. She knows that she’s closer to you than he ever will be
