#rf 2

I wanna practice sketching so give me a couple and a number 👀

Dunno where these prompts came from so if you do, lmk so I can give credit!

Hello there, @jake-marshall , I was your emergency @runefactorysecretsanta!♥

You demanded some Max De Sainte-Coquille, with maybe a bit of siblings, and maybe a bit of Margaret, so I decided, why not all three? The siblings are visiting Selphia and dropping by our favorite restaurant, owned by their eccentric uncle~

Apologise for all the tags this is going to show up in, but I'm looking for the roleplayer of Sofia De Saint Coquille from the harvest moon group 'Return to Prana.' That was open about 2-3 years ago.

i’m temporarily opening requests while i’m not busy! make sure to check out my rules page for what i will/won’t write

Out of all Rune Factory games?? ooh boy…

(in no particular order)

1. Kyle x Jake2. Arthur x Kiel3. Lest x Doug4. Clorica x Frey5. Aden x Elena

So first sorry this took so long!

I haven’t played much of RF3 so I don’t do a lot of prompts from them

Anyway, I hope you like it!

Max huffed again, his hands on his hips as he stared down at the empty plate that had once been his lunch. Now all that remained were a few crumbs and a few burnt chips.

“CECI!”

With a squeak, the red haired elf appeared from the kitchen into the dining room, her green eyes wide.

“Y-Yes, Max? What… oh.”

Her eyes rested on the empty plate.

“Do you know who keeps doing this?” he asked, “This is the fifth time this week my food has disappeared! You haven’t let an animal into the house, have you?”

Ceci covered her face with her hand at the same time a giggle sounded behind him.

Max whipped around to see amber eyes glinting at him before the girl disappeared.

“Er… I believe that Rosalind’s friend might be, um… hungry,” Ceci finished, scratching her cheek with an apologetic smile.

Max frowned, his cheeks warm.

That girl has been stealing his food?

He sighed and turned to Ceci.

“This would look amazing with your eyes! Please? For me?”

Rosalind eyed the fluffy purple dress, her lips curled in distaste.

“I don’t know, Julia…”

The gray haired woman pouted, clutching the dress to her chest.

Articles of clothing like it lay strewn about Rosalind’s room, tossed on the backs of chairs or at the end of her bed. All of them came from a large brown bag Julia had tugged in not an hour earlier. It still didn’t look big enough to have carried the array of dresses, skirts, and blouses Julia pulled out one after the other with just as much zeal as the last.

Since there were no dress shops in Alvarna, the villagers had to order from other towns, and Julia had helped Rosalind pick out all sorts of options for the wedding.

Finally, Rosalind sighed.

“Okay,” she seceded, holding out a hand.

Julia beamed and handed the dress to her before helping untie the back of the yellow dress Rosalind already wore.

“I still can’t believe Dorothy is getting married–our Dorothy!”

Rosalind smiled.

“I can’t, either,” she admitted.

Julia grinned.

“He’s a lucky guy.”

Rosalind agreed.

Once the yellow dress had been discarded, Julia helped Rosalind step into the purple dress. It had three layers, the outer one the thickest, and Rosalind’s arm got caught in it more than twice.

When there was nothing to see of her but her hands, Rosalind waved them around.

“Help! Help!” she cried, her voice muffled.

Julia laughed.

“Okay, okay, hold on!”

With more tugging, laughing, and adjusting, Rosalind’s head popped up out of the neckline of the dress, and turned to the mirror. Behind her, Julia took a peek, too.

The sleeves of the dress fluffed up almost to Rosalind’s ears, and a huge flowery rose stuck out from her chest. Instead of accentuating her hips, the dress added another accent around her stomach and puffed out again at her ankles.

Julia pursed her lips as Rosalind stared in horror.

“You know,” Julia said, tapping her chin, “It looked a lot better in the catalogue…”

Rosalind’s face turned bright red, and their eyes met in the mirror. 

So true! I think I’ve only seen one or two fanfics of it, and no art D:

Anyway, I hope you like it! :)

Ray admired Kyle more than he would like to admit.

He wasn’t sure when it started. He would see Kyle occasionally at festivals, and they would meet each other in stores and the clinic–the clinic the most. Kyle always came in more battered and bruised than the last time, but still grinning sheepishly because he knew Nancy was going to give him an earful.

That’s what Ray loved about Kyle the most. He was always smiling. He was always helping out other people, wherever he could, with no expectation of anything in return.

But Ray kept these thoughts silent. All they exchanged were a few words and smiles, and Ray was okay with that, for now. Until he built up the courage to tell the other man any of what he felt.

It came out of nowhere. At least, that’s what Kyle thought at first.

But when he really thought of it, late at night when he stared up at the ceiling, body aching from the day, Kyle realized that it hadn’t been sudden at all. It was the little things–the shy smiles, the twinkling, promising eyes. Ray’s silky, soft voice.

Everything about him Kyle noticed in little moments, appreciating more every time they met, until one day Kyle looked at Ray, the man smiled at him, and it was like someone kicked Kyle in the chest.

Kyle tried his best to figure out what Ray thought of him. At first, he thought he had no chance, but one day Rosalind mentioned, rather knowingly, that her brother had always been shy–especially about people he genuinely cared about.

Reassured, Kyle then tried to devise a plan to tell Ray.

It was hard, though. They were hardly ever alone together, and Kyle didn’t want to make things awkward by bringing it up in public.

It came to him one day at the clinic, when Natalie was scolding him.

He could see Ray’s shape in the corridor, and was so distracted by it that he barely heard when Natalie excused herself and left to retrieve something. As she left, Kyle kept his eyes pinned on Ray’s shape.

To his shock, as soon as Natalie had disappeared, Ray shifted and appeared at the door, a shy smile on his face.

Kyle couldn’t help but grin back.

Ray’s cheeks flushed pink, and Kyle’s heart pounded.

“Hey, Kyle,” Ray greeted, avoiding his eye.

Kyle laughed.

“Hey, Ray. Erm… can we talk?”

Ray looked up at him in surprise. He observed Kyle for a long time, his pink cheeks and his bright smile, before flushing again. Ray nodded and stepped further into the room.