#all i have ever wanted my whole life is to be a fantasy adventurer. and none of them. not ONE of them looks like me | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

messiahzzz · 6 months

Text

thank you sm for the ask!! 💕 i’m glad you enjoy my posts and it is not a strange request by any means!

note: this is merely my read on gale’s sexual preferences/kinks. i don’t want to police anyone on their headcanons or claim they are “incorrect”. since the game doesn’t provide too much detail, many things remain up to interpretation. (and lest we forget fanfiction has always encouraged the exploration of dynamics that may not be present in canon.)

gale is a character who isn’t interested in walking the straight and narrow route. he is all about new experiences, favoring non-traditional means, putting his own spin on things, and the thrill of seeking the forbidden. the sheer romance of the uncharted and the unknown. he is enthusiastic in almost every aspect and possesses an infectious zest for life. in regards to his sexual preferences, this translates into an eagerness to explore, witness new sensations, and reach new heights together. while approaching the topic of sexuality with a generally playful, adventurous attitude.

if you’re looking for harder kinks, however — i don’t believe gale is the character for you. and in case it needs to be said again: there is nothing wrong with being vanilla.

initially, i see gale as a switch, who gravitates more towards assuming a dominant role, due to his ever-present desire to give and to impress. i do think he enjoys giving up control, yet you still have to actively convince him to let himself go and be spoiled for once. his first focus will always be to fulfill his partner's needs and drown them in his all-encompassing love and adoration. i also believe that gale will grow more comfortable with being the center of attention, once their relationship has reached a point of total security (and he had ample opportunities to show in just how many ways he can wow them). gale is not a strict dom, nor a sub. in his ideal relationship roles would be discarded entirely, deeming them too restrictive in his expression of intimacy with a trusted partner. it’s all about variety and ridding oneself of the shackles of the worldly, after all. melting into one perfect whole, not knowing where he ends and his partner begins.

gale: we are all sensual vessels. illusory magic lets us sail farther, and feel more deeply.

gale: [..] i could use the weave to make us feel sensations beyond reckoning.

based on what we know about gale, these could be some of his kinks:

lots of praise (this is non-negotiable), sensation/temperature play (waxplay, electrostimulation/all the many perks magic has to offer), sensory deprivation, light restrictions and bondage, the occasional roleplay, katoptronophilia (self-explanatory), altered mental-states (hypnosis, psychedelics), orgasm control & denial, body worship, olfactophilia and given his propensity towards verbosity: narratophilia and some very inventive dirty talk. as for my own self-indulgent take: due to the recurring emphasis on hands during his romance, as well as his being the main tool in how he shapes and navigates the world: quirofilia.

nodecontext: flustered, standing in front of his romance partner in bondage gear. not necessarily uncomfortable with the bondage aspect, just trying to stay focused.

now, what are gale’s hard-limits?

gale, after the player received loviatar's blessing: your hide, your choice. not quite my cup of tea though.

while projecting your own kinks and fantasies onto fictional characters is fine and well, disregarding and ignoring the source material (and the character's stated boundaries) is another matter entirely. fanon!gale is rather ooc and very different from his canon portrayal, which is something that tends to irk me. although this remains a common fandom phenomenon.

personally, i don’t see gale as someone who enjoys pain of any kind, be it giving or receiving (with the exception of spanking and light choking, if a certain mood strikes. although it is kept mostly playful). contrary to what fandom may claim, having self-worth issues, being loquacious, emotionally expressive, and vulnerability-seeking (as well as being commonly perceived as arrogant and insufferable) doesn't automatically equal having repressed masochistic tendencies. he could be convinced to dip a toe into sadism, but only upon his partner’s insistence. although i doubt he himself would find enjoyment in that.

the same applies to degradation/humiliation. i doubt that a character who is still very much struggling with inherent self-worth issues and a general feeling of being defective/not worthy would derive sexual gratification from being degraded. yes, it can certainly be healing for some, but gale doesn’t strike me as someone who would find particular enjoyment in that. quite the contrary, actually. nor would he like to do the degrading for that matter (he would vehemently refuse. all he wants to do is sing your praises.) gale wouldn’t enjoy being leashed and/or collared in any way either. the prospect of being tied up or restricted is rather intriguing, cause it serves to center one’s vulnerability while also allowing for more intense sensations. anything that taps into the puppy play/slave territory tho? he would find it demeaning… and, quite frankly, silly.

gale is also not a voyeur, nor a cuck. the entire scene with the drow twins leans way too much into dub-con territory for my tastes. the only way you can get him to participate at all is by rolling a persuasion check with DC 25. in every other dialogue option, he immediately (and explicitly) declines. even if you do manage to pass the persuasion check, he is still very hesitant about participating.

gale: i might enjoy watching you tangled up with the drow, as long as i was five paces back.

he then immediately runs from the room, because sending a simulacrum in his place was the only way to somewhat remove himself from the situation while still being able to please tav. because of course he wants to please and clearly this is important to tav so he might just… have to discard his reservations and... just go through with it?!

gale: well i suppose it would do no good to back out now. let us begin this little anthropological study, if we must.

i am aware that fandom uses the fact that his “orb lit up in telltale excitement” as a justification that persuading him was the right choice, as well as confirmation that he was secretly into it and “just needed a little push" to explore his desires/get out of his comfort zone. that implication alone is very suspect and goes straight into the sort of logic abusers often use. you can be physically aroused by certain scenes, images, or sounds, even while being visibly uncomfortable with the presented scenario. it is a natural response that you can’t often control. which is what he is showing throughout the entire scene: discomfort. he was coerced into this situation, without any prior discussion or an opportunity to talk about his boundaries. furthermore, this is what he has to say if you approach him after the threesome:

gale: ahem. i hope you're not here to ask about our recent, erm, activities. i'd rather those were consigned to the footnotes of our romance, if it's all the same with you.

since he is strictly monogamous, any arrangement involving another person is also a no. he made this rather clear when tav sought him out after receiving halsin's proposal. him being monogamous isn't solely rooted in his trauma, it isn't something he has to “overcome” in order to heal, nor does it mean that their relationship is any less fulfilling. call him greedy, stubborn, or old-fashioned, but he cannot comfortably agree to that.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 meta #now what do i even tag this as?#coercion cw #degradation tw #humiliation tw #will have to do some more thinking about the whole “gale has a breeding kink” take #as of now i don't believe that it is a kink nor a squick of his #as long as there's no actual risk of pregnancy involved that is #btw guys i love answering these #if you enjoy reading my long ass posts feel free to clutter my inbox #it speaks

382 notes · View notes

rwrbficrecs · 3 months

Text

First monthly faves for 2024 !! ❤️

Leave a message by @sherryvalli (book-verse)

@dot524: In the mood for some cute, heart-melting fluff? This is a one-shot that recounts Alex’s voicemail messages over the years from those who care about him - including Henry.

would you be my love, my love? (would you be mine) by ohprongs (book-verse)

@wilmonsfolklore: a strictly come dancing AU with a lot of feelings that I've been thinking about ever since i read it!!!

even though we know it isn't true by @matherines (book-verse)

@wilmonsfolklore: for everyone struggling with academic pressure, or anyone, really. it's pretty sad but of course there's comfort personified in Henry!!

beyond infatuation, how obsessively i adore you by @waterloolovers (book-verse)

@wilmonsfolklore: a new fandom classic if you ask me. Henry works at the daycare Alex's daughter goes to and their relationship progresses really naturally. the kid content in this fic is some of the cutest i have ever read and this is the perfect fic to go on your reread list for comfort.

And They Were Roommates by @14carrotghoul (book-verse)

@na-dineee: Alex and Henry get to know themselves and each other after they move in together. This story is not sugarcoated at all, very realistic - just how life is, and so so sweet. Also, unfortunately, rather short, but still worth the read - as are many other stories by this author, such as the 'Las flores' series.

Spirit of the Season by @pridepages (book-verse)

@heybuddy-drabbles: A little late to the game but I finally read E.J's Christmas story. Her way of story telling doesn't disappoint in this shorter tale (by her standards). It's not lighthearted and it touches some difficult topics (mostly canon) but it's all worth it because of the way they fall in love through Christmas Eve/night. Can't recommend it enough!

Where There Are Octobers by @iboatedhere (book-verse)

@na-dineee: 31 short chapters that are just really fun to read! Some are post-canon or canon-compliant, others are AUs - but in all of them the characters are so beautifully drawn, true to how we know and love them! A vet AU, a hospital AU, major fluff, even an X-Files AU - and who knows, maybe one or two dribbles will turn into more?! Fingers crossed!

The Art of Losing by bigfishbigpond (book-verse)

@dot524: If you think the mid-story breakup should have been longer and more angsty, here’s the story for you. An interesting and heartfelt story of what Henry and Alex are like apart, and what pulls them back together.

I know that you hate me (Do you though?) by @arand0mdutchgirl (book-verse)

@magnificentandcoolfez: A bit of good ADHD angst (with some comfort ofc). I like the focus on how hard adhd can be and it's a short and good read for those who like comfort that comes in the shape of your crush holding you until you feel grounded again.

blushing ears and beating hearts by @kill8a (book-verse)

@na-dineee: This story is not just slow burn, it is glacial burn. It's an college AU, set in New York, and so slow, so tender, so fluffy - after reading it I was floating on cloud 9 for quite a while. I don't know if you feel the same way, but it's funny how changing one given variable somehow changes the whole dynamic between the two of them. Or is it just me?! Either way, it's so wholesome to tag along as their love blossoms, I still feel so hugged and cared for.

all so human with our guards down by @maxbegone (book-verse)

@myheartalivewrites: a post-apocalyptic story that is unlike any other. There are no zombies or gore, but instead it focuses on rebuilding and the softest love growing between Alex and Henry, surrounded by family and friends. I kinda wanted to live there by the end of it.

The Snow Prince by @orchidscript (book-verse)

@zwiazdziarka: several fairy tale tropes meet to create this absolutely amazing story. It has dreaminess of a fable, best kind of yearning of your favourite slow burn fics and a little bit of adventure of a fantasy novel.

but to say that I'm a rainbow, to tell me that I'm bright (when I'm so used to feeling wrong, well, it helps me feel alright.) by What_Is_A_Mild_Opinion (book-verse)

@zwiazdziarka: Fandom is really sleeping on this one! This story is a canon rewrite with characters reimagined as creatures with animal characteristics. The wordbuilding is so fantastic that even if you are not a fan of long fics following canon step by step, it's absolutely worth to check this even for a chapter or two and get to know these wonderful versions of Alex and Henry. (Alex is literally rainbow.)

safe with me / more than I ever (in a thousand years)by @indomitable-love (book-verse)

@na-dineee: I think the author is very well known among all rwrb fanfic readers. I really, really liked these two stories, like a lot: Two 5+1 fics, one from Pez's point of view, the other from Bea's - unfortunately both characters are given too little attention in the book imho. As expected, both narrators are sharply observing, protective of Henry, loving, honest, tender - and you end up loving Henry (and Alex) even more.

check out our past Monthly Faves here ❤️

#monthly faves #rwrb fic recs #firstprince #firstprince fic recs

165 notes · View notes

lovemyavatar · 1 year

Note

May I request a Jake Sully x reader where she’s also involved in the Avatar program somehow? And Jake is convinced she’d like him better as an avatar when really, she just likes him period!! I feel like human Jake doesn’t get enough love round these parts (the avatar fandom) lol

this is my first ever full length Jake fic! I loved this idea and hope you enjoy :)

All of You

Human/Avatar!Jake Sully x Human/Avatar!Reader

Warnings: slight angst but mostly fluff, some smooching

“That was so cool!”

You practically throw yourself from your link unit, shoving the door open and tumbling out hastily. A wide grin splits your face as the unit beside yours pops open, revealing a chuckling Jake who merely shakes his head in amusement.

“Seriously, did you see that shot I landed?” You bounce on your toes excitedly, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

Your body hasn't caught up yet, doesn't realize you're no longer surrounded by dense forest, riding pa'li (direhorses) and firing arrows from handmade bows. Your heart thrums wildly between your ribs, pride swelling within your chest as you replay the day's events.

Nearly every day for the last several months has been dedicated to learning the ways of the Omatikaya clan. You’ve done things that so recently felt impossible, accomplished feats beyond your wildest dreams. It’s overtaken your life, blurred the lines between realities. At this point, you feel more like yourself when you’re in the Avatar, than when you’re just you.

It’s awe-inspiring and terrifying all at once. Getting lost in the breathtaking terrain of Pandora is easier than you anticipated. Hours pass within the blink of an eye when you're exploring the moon, almost like the whole thing is nothing but a fantasy.

When you're back at the lab, the world out there feels too good to be true. Whispers of self-doubt flood the back of your mind, convincing you that there's someone better, someone more worthy of experiencing such beauty. But the second your Avatar's eyes open, and you begin another day of exploration, everything feels right again.

Throughout the turbulent ebbs and flows of the program, the only constant, the single force keeping you sane, has been Jake.

You catch the way his eyes leave you, flicking downward before settling on his withered legs. A rough sigh falls from his lips, shoulders sagging as if, though only for a moment, he forgot his own limitations. Instinctively, you take a small step forward, arms outstretched.

You know he’s more than capable, know how he feels about people helping him, but it’s simply a reaction to the forlorn expression etched into his face. It has nothing to do with his ability, and everything to do with the fact that you can’t stand to see him upset.

One of his palms blocks your path, narrowed eyes cutting toward you harshly.

“I got it.” The words are clipped as he forces them through a tightly clenched jaw.

You’re quick to move back, spine rigid as remorse floods your chest. The last thing you want to do is make the transition harder for him, or give the impression that you doubt his ability. His attention gradually falls back to his legs, fingers griping the rough material of his jeans.

You nod curtly before briskly walking away, stomach twisting with unease. His gaze snaps toward your retreating back, lips pursing to contain a sigh of disappointment.

He's an idiot. A complete dufus because he can't fight the urge, the overwhelming knee-jerk reaction to push you away when he's like this. It's a challenge he never considered having to face, wrestling with another version of himself that's everything he's ever wanted.

Out there, in the forest, his body excels at things he's long resigned himself to never doing again. He can run, leap, climb like the adventurous child trapped within him has always begged to do.

But here? Here he’s just…human.

For the entirety of his adult life, he's struggled to make friends. The problem was only exacerbated after his accident, when he became closed off and callous to the world outside his own struggle.

It's been glaringly obvious from the beginning that he's nothing like the other Avatar program participants. He never wanted to be here. Not really. But what did he have to lose? His twin was already gone, legs rendered useless, and his life was going nowhere fast.

But then there was you. You, who—for reasons unfathomable to Jake—accepted him right away. No questions asked. From day one, the two of you flocked together like long lost buddies who hadn’t seen each other in years.

As the days tick by, your unlikely friendship has blossomed into full-blown co-dependency. Early on, the two of you requested a shared desk, opting to complete debriefings together more often than not. Your supervisors don't usually mind, since your structured nature reigns in Jake's tendency to wander.

You're glued to each other's sides almost every waking hour, whether in the Avatars or not. It just comes naturally, finding comfort in the solid presence of one another, especially when dropped in the unfamiliar environment of Pandora.

The clan has no qualms about your desire to stay together, and readily agreed to teach you their ways as a pair. It's enriched the experience, and led to both of your success in the program. Jake's heart flutters, a warmth blooming in his chest at the mere memory of your days spent together under the Pandoran sun.

But with every shared smile or lingering glance comes a wave of confusion at the inevitable switch in his demeanor once he re-enters his human body. You're accustomed to it by now, have come to expect it, but that doesn't lessen the sting of his dismissal.

He can't help the way he curls in on himself, can't even entertain the idea that you may adore him just as fiercely in this form. It makes him cold, abrasive despite the way his heart clenches every time your face pinches with hurt.

Stillness has settled over the lab, the rhythmic droll of typing the only interruption in the otherwise quiet workspace.

Your fingers pause over the keyboard in front of you, gaze wavering from the computer monitor for a brief moment. Just long enough to catch the beginning of a cheeky grin pointed in your direction. You quickly divert your eyes once again, using every ounce of self-control to ignore the distraction only inches away.

Just as your lips part to continue the day's video log, something hard smacks against the back of your hand. You freeze, glancing down to spot a wadded up piece of paper laying on your desk.

“Can I help you?” You lean to the side, keeping your voice low as to not disturb those working diligently on either side of your desk.

“I’m bored.” Jake whispers in return, leaning forward to rest his chin on his crossed arms.

Your stomach flips when he looks up at you, rounded eyes blinking innocently. His lips tug into a small, hopeful smile. A sigh fills the few feet between your side of the desk and his.

“That's because you're not working.” Your gaze flicks over the room before you dip forward to meet him halfway.

“Let’s get outta here.” His eyes dance with mischief, while yours pop wide at the suggestion.

“Jake…” His name is nothing more than a weak protest, because truthfully, you would love to avoid the remaining tasks piling up in your inbox.

Even so, using the Avatars outside of approved hours is strictly forbidden. He knows this, of course, but he's been antsy since returning that morning. He's losing his mind a bit, just sitting here reminiscing about all the ways his body is so much more out there.

A twinge of regret still weighs heavily in his chest from the way he snapped at you. He wants things to feel normal again. A piece of his soul aches to be back in the dream-like world of Pandora with you, where no real life bullshit can get in the way.

“I won’t tell if you don't.” His lips stretch into that dazzling, heart-stopping grin, and you're done for.

Sometimes, you can't help but wonder if he's aware of the effect he has on you. The way even a simple glance lights you up, makes your stomach flip as warmth blankets your skin.

He can't, can he? Otherwise he wouldn't be so hot and cold. Wouldn't make you think there could be something to the tension between you when you're in the Avatars, only to pull back the second you return to the lab.

Right?

A giggle bubbles in your chest, gaze flicking over your shoulder as a light touch caresses the tuft of hair at the base of your tail.

“Come on, I thought you were faster than that!”

The sore muscles of your legs protest as you pivot suddenly, hurriedly climbing the nearest tree for safety. You only make it a few feet before strong arms wrap around your middle, effortlessly peeling your weak grip from the rough bark.

Another laugh echoes through the quiet forest as Jake spins you around, pressing your back against the tree. Your chest heaves from the chase, ragged breath fanning his face as he crowds you. One of his hands rests above your head, the other firmly cupping your hip.

The innocent touch sets you ablaze, makes something warm pool in your lower belly. His lips pull into a lopsided grin, golden eyes searing a hole straight through you.

“Gotcha.” His heated gaze flickers over your face, lingering on your lips for just a moment too long before he forces it back to your eyes. “Again.”

“Alright, this time, you run.” Your palm meets his chest, with every intention of pushing him away, but the second his warmth seeps into you, you're frozen in place.

Your fingers twitch against his skin, eyelids growing heavy as you glance over the swell of muscle beneath your hand. He takes a slow breath in, terrified that you can feel the way his heart pounds between his ribs.

“I don't think that'd be very fair.” He rasps lowly, not trusting himself to speak any louder.

Your eyes raise slowly to meet his, breath hitching at the sweltering desire already locked firmly on you. His free hand leaves its resting place above your head, tentatively dropping until his fingers curl around the side of your neck. A shiver rolls down your spine when his tail gingerly wraps around your thigh, bringing you even closer.

You lean into the touch, eyes fluttering as your lips part in anticipation. His thumb hooks beneath your jaw, gently tilting your face upward as he slowly leans in.

Your stomach dips, heart racing when his nose brushes yours, dragging along your skin for several long moments. Ragged breath mingles as both of you simply enjoy the newfound proximity. Your eyes close, mouth bracing for impact, until a sudden realization strikes you.

“Wait!” Your hand pushes against his chest, eyes popping wide as anxiety grips you.

Jake rears back, spine instantly rigid at the change of pace. He blinks down at you, utterly confused, searching your face for a sign that he did something wrong.

“We should—um...we should get back.” Your voice wobbles slightly with the declaration, chest tightening at the sight of him deflating before you.

Dread fills him, regret nearly splitting him in two as his heart clatters into his stomach. His mind races, wondering how he could've possibly misinterpreted the signals you were so clearly giving him. His hands and tail leave you, a dumbfounded nod the only response he's capable of at the moment.

You're quick to scurry away, chin tucked into your chest, tail lowered between your legs as you make a hasty exit. All he can do is stand there, watching you disappear through thick foliage, unsure what just happened. Fear prickles against his skin, panicked thoughts of your friendship being ruined plaguing him the entire journey back.

Much like that morning, you rush from the link pod the moment your consciousness reenters your body. Your feet hit the ground before Jake's pod is even open, but it doesn't stop you from crossing the small distance quickly. You wait with baited breath for him to emerge, heart threatening to give out at any moment.

He's surprised to see you waiting for him, avoids your eager gaze as his stomach turns at the memory of his earlier humiliation. He wants nothing more than to wheel his sorry ass to bed, and stay there for several days.

“Well...I’ll see you tomorrow.” He mumbles when he's safely in his chair, unable to leave you with nothing, though his eyes remain locked on the floor.

“Jake.” His traitorous arms stop the instant you call out to him, his already battered heart leaping hopefully.

You round his hunched form quickly, leaning down in an effort to catch his eyes, He still won't look at you, glancing at anything and everything to avoid the source of his turmoil.

“There's just one thing...”

Your fingertips hook under his chin, forcing his face toward you. Without allowing time for doubt, you duck down, capturing his lips with yours. His eyes pop open, brows raising in shock. He's only stunned for a split second before his hands leave the wheels of his chair, instead cupping both sides of your face tenderly.

Your mouths move together feverishly, months of pent up desire releasing through the passionate kiss. He groans into you, the low rumble landing firmly between your legs. His tongue prods against the seam of your lips, quickly taking control of the situation as his large hands pull you in.

Suddenly, he leans back, leaving just enough space between you to catch his breath.

“Trust me, I’m enjoying every second of this, but I thought…” His nose brushes along yours, eyes fluttering open to search yours.

Warmth blankets your cheeks, a coy smile pulling at your lips as you gaze down at him with every ounce of adoration you've been containing since the day you met.

“I didn’t want our first kiss to be in the Avatars.” Your murmur quietly, hands falling to his wrists, fingers curling around the steady hold on your face. “I want you, Jake Sully. The blue guy is just a bonus.”

A huge, boyish grin splits his face, matching your expression. Your admission washes over him, a pleasurable shiver rolling down his spine. Within seconds you're thrown off balance, a surprised yelp leaving you as he sweeps your feet from the floor, easily settling you onto his lap.

Your giggle is swallowed as his lips claim yours again. One of his hands leaves you, wheeling you toward his quarters blindly as he all but devours you, pure joy igniting in his chest.

@fanboyluvr @minjix @daeneeryss @aonungsmate @glimmering-darling-dolly

#jake sully #jake sully fic #jake sully imagine #avatar way of water #jake sully smut #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #jake sully fluff #jake sully angst #avatar angst #avatar fluff #avatar wow

759 notes · View notes

treysimp · 2 years

Text

I don't know how else to say this, do you want to make out on my couch? (Explicit Remix)

BOTH AFAB! and AMAB!Reader/Rook Hunt

First section has no pronouns or body description for reader, second sections still have no pronouns but do describe readers secondary sexual characteristics (breasts of unspecified size and a vagina for AFAB, and pecs and a penis for AMAB).

Trying a different format! We are doing a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure style fic with a smutty GN!Reader beginning that splits into AFAB and AMAB paths after the first section.

Let me know if you like this or the fully different pieces better!

The beginning of the fic is included immediately below if you want to read the whole thing, or skip to the second picture of (Groovy!) Rook to jump right to the steam. Tags: Explicit sexual content, oral sex (giving and receiving), slight snowballing, enthusiastic consent, praise-kink adjacent descriptions, incredibly bad French, porn with feelings, self-indulgent thirst from yours truly, ask to tag for more.

Want more TWST? Here's my Masterlist!

Thank you lovely readers, enjoy!

“Oh? Mon trésor, do repeat that request?”

You suddenly realized that you shouldn’t have turned your back to Rook when you felt one hand snake across your waist and the other brush behind your arm to grasp your chin. Startled but also more than a little excited at the close contact, you very much could hear each beat of your heart in your eardrums.

Hot breath fanned over your ear as you felt the skim of perfect teeth against your sensitive skin. Shivering excitedly, you stood perfectly still. Feeling as if you moved even slightly, took the smallest breath, or uttered the shortest syllable, the spell would be broken and he would disappear just as fast as he came into your life.

“You know, if you wanted to be caught by me, all you had to do was ask,” he murmured, each word tickling the baby hairs behind your ear.

The heat that crept up your neck was made of more than just embarrassment as you suddenly wondered if you did fall into a trap by asking this beautiful man inside of your house. The hand on your chin slowly turned your head to the side, and your eyes met with a sparkling crescent emerald green.

Feeling very much like every breath he took against your skin took away yours in turn, you closed your eyes for a moment. Feeling the thrill of him being so close and success being so close you could almost taste it. Building up your courage, you square your shoulders as you try to speak again.

“Is that a yes, Rook?” You ask. Your voice shook slightly more than you would have liked, but it certainly wasn’t from fear.

“Ah, ma belle amie, I think you already know the answer.” He said, a soft kiss descending to the cheek you had tilted nearest to him.

The beats of your heart go into overdrive at the simple and relatively innocent act of affection, and this forceful kickstart to your brain finally enticed you to turn your head to him.

Your eyes meet with one of the smuggest expressions you have ever seen in your life. You wanted to wipe it off of him.

“I suppose you’re right.” You say, taking the opportunity to surprise him for once by planting a passionate kiss onto the lips of the stupid, dumb, frustrating, incredibly hot, hunter.

With a soft hum, he reciprocates your kiss. A single strand falls loose from his ponytail and brushes past your cheek in a ticklish wave. The kisses are slow, soft, and so very tender. The romance that everyone wishes for when they dream of kissing the object of their affection for the first time.

Separating with a sigh, Rook’s cheeks are alight with a scarlet splash. “Oh! Mon amour! You do truly know how to stir the fondest fantasies of my heart.” He said, squeezing you ever closer. The embrace made you wonder if mice were this happy with the cheese they found before the trap clapped shut.

“… Rook.”

“Yes, my darling?”

“Can we go inside?”

Without a hint of embarrassment at being asked to let go, Rook loosens his arms to allow you to open the door you had been holding onto for the past couple of minutes.

Without skipping a beat, Rook places his hand at the small of your waist and ushers you inside, closing the door softly behind you both. You are escorted forward through the living room until you sit on the couch. However, rather than sit beside you, Rook kneels on the ground.

“Ma lune, mes étoiles-!” He begins, holding your hands in between one of his, the other elegantly removing his baseball cap with a flourish and holding it to his chest.

“Do you dare grant my fondest wish?”

You breathed in deeply, preparing yourself for what he may have cooked up in his french-speaking, romance-novel-infested brain.

“And what would that be, Rook?”

“For me to make a mess of you, my dear.”

You inhaled sharply, looking for any hint of a lie or facade in his glimmering emerald eyes.

Maybe you were just naive, but no matter how hard you searched each curve of his elegant face, you could never find anything that ever so much as hinted at deceit.

Well, you were down too bad to stop at this point anyway.

“I’m not convinced you’ve ever made a mess in your life, Rook.”

“Ohoho, well then ma cherie! Allow me the pleasure of surprising you.” throwing his hat into the air with an unnecessarily complex hand motion, Rook rises from his knees and uses his arms to box you in.

As he descends onto you with the promise of more, you can’t feel even a trace of regret at letting this hunter into your den. For better, or for worse.

Looking up at Rook from inside his embrace felt like a dream come true. His smile was infectious, bright eyes searing a hole into your mind with their intensity. His kisses were fleeting, always forcing you to follow him as he pulled away over and over, like a fleeting memory you couldn’t quite catch.

Each peck was punctuated with a soft chuckle, a compliment, a hair grab here, a caress across your shoulders there, he knew exactly how to leave you wanting more without ever making it seem like he wasn’t giving you enough in turn.

Your clothes left your body slowly and meticulously, it felt almost like he timed each button coming undone to certain breaths, each inch of skin exposed to the cold air being freed by the careful ritual of his perfected touches and pulls. You realized once all of your garments had made a perfect pile on the floor that the only thing that had been done to ruffle Rook’s perfect appearance was that the first few buttons of his shirt were undone. That wouldn’t do.

“Rook,” You admonished, holding him back from another flurry of kisses by the shoulders. “I expect you to start taking your clothes off too, you know.”

Rook swallowed audibly and for the first time in a while, he looked pleasantly surprised. His eyes crinkled at the edges as he nodded, getting to work on unbuttoning, unzipping, and rolling fabric off of his body.

And… Oh damn. He was way more built than you expected.

You could have guessed as much from the prominent veins on his forearms that you could sneak a peek at when he rolled up his sleeves during gym, but this was on a whole other level. Slim yet sleek muscles with every dip and curve defined, you thought of the professional runners of your world. Rook hid his form very well under all of his layers, but seeing the rippling definition that went from the top of his shoulders to his back, and oh my God, is that a v-line? Do people even have those in real life?

Your mouth was dry. Clearly beauty for Pomefiore was more than just the soft boyish beauties that defined most of the dorm populace.

Rook’s eyebrow rose as he watched the way that you hungrily examined his body. The power of his smile could light a whole city, you thought.

“Tu as perdu ta langue, mon couer?” He asked playfully, slipping his thumbs under the waistband of his boxer briefs to give you a single tantalizing inch more of his form. Oh my god, please, please take those off.

You wished you had elected to take more French classes when you had the chance. Something about a tongue? Well, you could work with that, you guessed.

Tracing your fingers from his waist to meet where his fingers had been pulling at the soft fabric of his final piece of clothing, you held his hands in yours as you eased down the garment to finally get an entire look at him.

Apparently, that thin underwear had been stronger than it looked. He sprung to attention right in front of your eyes and you couldn’t hold back your quiet squeak of surprise.

Okay, you understood where his weird amount of confidence came from.

He was big. The veins on his cock were pronounced, making you again think of how gorgeous those forearms were going to look strained and clenching with pleasure once you were finally able to have your way with him. His tip was a beautiful rose flush, the same color that his kiss-enflamed lips were. Said lips were being bitten rather harshly at this moment, the soft blush enveloping Rook’s face only serving to make his eyes look all the greener and emphasize just how poreless and smooth his skin was from head to toe.

More of his hair had fallen sloppily out of his ponytail, some strands lightly curling in a way that made you wonder if his hair was naturally that straight. You were incredibly jealous of how thick his it was and his lovely honey-blonde color, that was for sure. Seeing that the windows matched the drapes in his case, soft curls of flax surrounding the base of his generous cock, you were pretty confident that he didn’t dye it.

While examining the beauty of his body, you were stricken by how much genuine emotion Rook had on his face at this moment. You were so used to his perfectly calculated smile, that you were unsure how many other expressions he had.

Chest heaving ever so slightly, nails digging into his palms as he carefully watched every slight movement of your eyes scanning his body, you felt like his moment had turned him on far more than any previous.

Getting back to the fact that the one word you understood in his gratuitous French speech was ‘mouth’, you decided it was time to get to work.

Gently covering his velvet skin with your slightly chilly hands, Rook lightly hissed an inhale as he screwed his eyes shut from your first hesitant touches.

“Is this okay?” You asked, worried that said sound was from pain.

“Yes… yes, please keep going.” He murmured, breath labored as you slowly increased the strength of your grip and the speed of your pumps.

Swallowing audibly, you slowly leaned closer to him, gently rubbing his length against your cheek, nuzzling him softly as you began giving him fleeing kisses from base to tip.

He was all out groaning at this point, even though you hadn’t felt like you had done much. You moved your palm to the head of his cock and began grasping his head in swirling circles while your mouth moved up and down to softly drag your tongue against his sides.

Rook’s palm was slapped over his gaping mouth, spilling out a garble of compliments, your name, and French that you did not understand one bit. At some point, you thought you heard ‘mon chou’, which you vaguely remembered as translating to ‘my cabbage’? Filing that thought away for later, maybe it was context-dependent.

Rook had slowly begun bucking his hips into your grasp, which you took as your cue to intensify your motions. You moved your hand to the base of his cock, trailing your tongue from the underside of his twitching balls to envelop his head in your mouth. You began moving your head to a slow bobbing rhythm, pulling your mouth off with a pop every so often like you were enjoying a particularly good sucker. The wet noises of your movement would have been embarrassing if Rook hadn’t moved his hand to the back of your head to gently pull at your scalp at that very moment. Fuck.

You tried different paces, strokes, bobbing without disconnecting from him, mouthing at him from the sides, below, it seemed to be working as his breath was becoming more labored, his eyes screwed shut and he couldn’t even will himself to speak any longer.

It looked like he was close, and as much as you were enjoying this, your neck and your hands had begun cramping just a little (not to mention the guaranteed bruising on your knees from kneeling on your crappy hardwood floor).

You sped up and intensified everything you had been doing, gripping harder with your hands, sucking more aggressively with your mouth, moving faster to a sloppy arhythmic beat. You were both shaking, and Rook began desperately pushing himself into your face in earnest, face screwed up in unabashed pleasure.

Quickly separating himself from you at the last possible second, you felt a warm splatter on your face as you opened your eyes to see the end of Rook’s impressive climax. Wrinkling your nose slightly, you wished that he had asked before electing to cum on your face, but you really couldn’t deny how fucking hot that all was.

Gasping, shaking, Rook holds his slowly drooping cock in hand, gaze fixated on the strands of his release on your face.

Slowly kneeling to your level, Rook places a hand to cup your cheek as the other rubs a single drop of his cum off of your skin with a swipe of his thumb. He carefully laved the digit with his tongue, licking it clean while his eyes smoldered at yours.

Rook drags his tongue down the trails that moisten your face, cleaning every bit of himself off of you. Once he has finished this painstaking process of clearing your face of him, he gives you a passionate open-mouthed kiss, gifting you the taste of him that you had missed from his choice of release. Musky, but surprisingly palatable, you wondered just what in the world he ate to keep his taste so light and unassuming.

Separating from your kiss at a deliberately slow pace, Rook’s eyes bore into you yet again. You feel even more naked than you already were.

“Mon trésor… please allow me to return the favor.”

(END OF Gender Neutral Section):

For AFAB!Reader, go to the second banner, for AMAB!Reader, continue reading below.

(AMAB!Reader, start!)

Your gaze followed Rook’s as he unabashedly stared at your hard cock straining against your boxers, a wet patch of pre-cum creating a small splotch that indicated your overwhelming arousal.

“Please.” You asked, cheeks burning, chest heaving.

After Rook made quite the show of cleaning you up after his climax you weren’t sure how long you were going to last, but you also might pass out from blood loss if you didn’t have his beautiful man touching you as soon as possible.

Rook reaches towards your waist and eases your underwear down, smile slightly intensifying as you lift your hips to allow him to take them off, legs slightly shaking from kneeling so long while you serviced him. Your erection jumped up from its cloth prison much like Rook’s did at the start of this encounter. You felt like you were getting impossibly even harder due to the way his gaze looked upon you so hungrily.

Rook did not take the time to tease that you did, immediately gripping you firmly in his hand and beginning even strokes in earnest, eyes twinkling at the way you crinkled your nose in a combination of surprise and arousal from the sudden action.

“I simply must see what your lovely face looks like when you cum, my dear.” Rook said with a dreamy sigh, “Will you grant me that foolish wish of mine?”

You nod dumbly, entranced with the ways the muscles of his arms flex while he pumps your length. It was impossible to tell just exactly what it was, but you could tell that every time you got yourself off from here on out was going to pale in comparison. You very much didn’t want to blow your load immediately, but Rook was making it difficult.

Taking your length at the base, Rook started dragging his tongue up and around your balls in earnest, softly pumping with his hand as his mouth made effort to explore every visible inch of you.

Your cock was visibly twitching, your legs spasming at each tiny variation of touch that he was giving you. How unfair was this? You felt like he was unraveling you thread by thread, knotting and unknotting the pressure just below your belly.

“R-Rook…” You gasped. God, you wanted to last longer but…

Rook’s smile stretched wide as he took that moment to pull all of you in his mouth, bobbing his head, soft hair bouncing up and down like an angel’s halo.

All of your restraint snapping in one instant, you grabbed Rook by the base of his perfect ponytail and began face-fucking him in earnest, nails digging into his scalp, unabashed moans spilling from your lips.

Rook’s gaze met yours, strained breaths coming from his nose. He looked perfect like this, mouth around you, hair a mess, you wished you could take a picture to keep forever, but this memory would have to do.

With a final strangled moan, you came into his mouth. A hurried and sputtering release coated the inside of his mouth.

Gasping, groaning, you bit your lip as you saw Rook swallow thickly, taking all of your finish with it.

You briefly considered if it was worth trying to get hard again, but the ache in your balls said no dice.

Rook slowly stood to full height, eyes beaming and a smile splitting his face in twain.

“Give me just a moment, mon coeur.” He whispered, stealing his way down the hall and towards your room, returning momentarily with two pairs of your sleepwear, one for you and one for him.

Slowly, carefully, he pulled the shirt over your head and coaxed you into your sweats before putting on his garments with a flourish.

Kissing you on the forehead as you stifled a yawn, Rook braced his arm behind the crook of your knees, pulling you into a bridal carry as you grabbed his neck in surprise.

Taking you to your bedroom, Rook took his time to lay you down, oh so carefully on your well-worn mattress. He smoothed the sweaty hair from your forehead, beaming all the while. Seemingly satisfied with your comfort, Rook climbed in beside you, pulling your head to the crook of his neck as you heard his breathing slow.

“...Hey, Rook?” you mumbled sleepily, pushing your head even further against his skin to smell the sweet fragrance of his cologne.

“Yes, my dear?”

“Why did you call me a cabbage earlier?”

(AFAB!Reader, start!)

You come to the sudden realization of just how sticky and constricting your panties were on your frame as Rook idly traces his finger down the hem that sits on the crook of where your hips and legs meet.

“I… would love that.” You reply shakily, eyes glued to the way Rook’s fingers teased along the sensitive skin that was just millimeters from where you wanted him most.

Rook’s smile grew impossibly wider as he moved his hand to hook the edges of your bottoms and slide them off of your hips, slyly tucking them in his back pocket while you were distracted by the way his eyes examined every pore of your now visible skin.

It was embarrassing, of course, being bare to him as he looked at you so intensely. You idly thought of how perfect and blemishless his complexion was and how very much not perfect your skin was in comparison.

Rook didn’t seem to have those same thoughts though, as he was fluttering his touch around the edges of your labia, relishing in the different textures of your body.

“...Tu es superbe… quelle belle femme.” He mumbles, which in this single case you can context clue your way to the fact it was a compliment due to how breathlessly Rook said the phrase.

Rook moved closer to your core with a deep inhale, lashes fluttering and warm breath causing you to lightly writhe at the stimulation.

“Please touch me, Rook.” You shamelessly beg, eyes slightly teary at the intensity you feel from even the barest of touches.

Snapping his eyes to yours, you feel like if his eyes could suddenly turn ablaze they would.

Rook dives into you with fervor, teeth nibbling at your soft lower lips and fingers lightly tracing your hereto-ignored hole. The sensation is overwhelming, so warm, so wet, his tongue expertly seeking out every erogenous zone that it could find.

You had to restrain the instinct to buck your hips into his face, not wanting to lose contact with his body for even the barest second it would take you to twitch under his touch.

The finger that had been tracing your entrance slowly started pushing inside you, and you had to bite your lip to silence the embarrassing moan that threatened to spill out of you. Rook removed his face from you and tutted, shaking his head back and forth vigorously.

“That will not do, ma belle!” he admonishes, “If you do not wish for me to stop you must not temper your voice! Let me hear you!”

Nodding dizzily from the sudden revoking of his sensations, you agreed. Satisfied with your response, Rook returns to his salacious movements with even more fervor, clearly intending to undo you at the soonest opportunity.

“Oh… Rook…” You gasped.

How in the world was he so good at this? To your knowledge, there wasn’t a ‘Pussy 101’ class at Night Raven (though on second thought, maybe there should be).

Rook was desperately pumping you with his fingers, he had added a second digit to stretch you, and shortly after, a third. His eyes were glued to your face, committing every blink and moan to memory. He was going to make you cum if it killed him, a gentleman would do no less.

Desperately massaging your clit, Rook timed his thrusts with captivating twirls of his tongue.

You felt so hot, so overwhelmingly hot, your legs were clenching, your fists balled up on the couch as they scrambled for purchase and found none. You saw sparks begin to pop up behind your closed eyelids and you knew it was only a matter of time.

“Rook… Rook, please!” You almost screamed.

Rook increased in intensity, pumping you faster, sucking harder, his again half-hard dick grinding uselessly into the leg of the couch.

Gasping, shaking, a desperate clench and then the deepest relaxation you had ever felt washed over you.

Still panting, you slowly lowered your legs from the vice-grip that they had subjected Rook’s head to.

Rook himself was beaming, carelessly wiping the taste of you onto his arm before taking a moment to suck the essence off of the fingers that he had buried in you just seconds prior.

“Oh, my love, we simply must make a habit of this.” Rook declared, eyes again sparkling dangerously from between your legs, “but for now, let me clean you up, dearest.”

Heaving your naked form over his shoulder like you weighed nothing, Rook carried you to the bathroom, wiping you clean with a wet washcloth.

He spent his time looking intensely at every drop of water as it caressed itself down your body, tracing his eyes to mentally make a map of where he still had yet to touch himself.

“…Rook?” You whispered, enchanted by the way he gently cleaned your body before gracefully swiping the same cloth over his own.

“Yes?” He replied, face again alight as the sound of your voice.

“Why did you call me a cabbage earlier?”

-----

And here is the conclusion for the most frequently requested character, Rook! Y'all surprised me with your thirst for this one, but I 100% agree with you that this man is a whole-ass meal.

Let me know what you thought, send me prompts, or tell me who I (we) should do next.

(Should I do a poll? Do people even like polls?)

Love you, reader!

Requested Tags: @readinganas, @yandere-kou, @daeda21, @buckketboy, @stygianoir, @kxhyuns, @aikochan4859, @naniky, @kashasenpai, @the-mermaid-of-the-stars @destinationdesignation, @ninjas-are-the-shit, @prince-zukohere,

1K notes · View notes

mari-lair · 3 months

Note

Do you think Aoi will ever be able to show nene her “ugly” side and open up to her? Perhaps with the help of Akane? Or will she keep up her “popular girl” act with Nene to avoid the risk of losing her as a friend?

If we put the responsibility 100% on Aoi she will stay stuck in her popular persona forever. Aoi opening up is very important for change to be made, it is fundamental, but this friendship was built by two, and Aoi didn't get stuck in this superficial 'bubbly bff popular girl' image alone, Nene had just as much of a role keeping her in this box.

Nene lives in a fantasy and blinds herself to reality. Aoi is a big part of the idealistic high school life she desperately clings to, so even if Aoi tries to open up, Nene will either blind herself to Aoi's problems or go out of her way to shut Aoi down before the illusion is broken.

Even with the help of Akane I find it unlikely, cause 1- Akane knows this isn't his business, he let Aoi reunite with Nene alone and currently believes the two made up.

And number 2, even when people call Nene out directly, Nene does not change her behavior. If she doesn't want to think about something that distresses her, she will cover her eyes and not think about it. There is A LOT to talk about when it comes to this problem of hers, but I'll keep it brief, no need to go over the whole manga for this point.

Think about her dilemma with Hanako: She is always surprised when someone calls him a murderer, either making excuses for him or unable to reply, still not making a hint of progress untangling how she personally feels regarding his murder despite this being an internal conflict that was introduced at the very start of the manga.

Why does she not have an answer? Because she doesn't want to think about it. The idea of him murdering someone is troubling and scary and not a nice fantasy at all, she doesn't want to think about it. So she doesn't think about it. Is that simple.

Nene is no longer a normal girl. But she is in denial. She still wants to believe she is a normal girl.

We can say "A lot of 15 year olds girls live in a fantasy world and are boy crazy :D" but we can't say "A lot of 15 year old girls know they'll die in 1 year, have seen ghosts being broken and doomed, nearly lost their friend cause their crush got extreme in their attempts to help, had seen the eaten remains of a possible friend (sumire), but their priority is to confess to their crush." That's not normal. That's a Nene thing.

She is determined to stay the same even when the world around her begs her to change. Begs her to sit down and think about the reality she is facing.

She is shocked when she sees bad things but she doesn't allow herself to process it. The manga itself calls her out for not learning from her mistakes.

She treats high-stakes scenarios as a normal high school life scenario. Fantasy may be one of Nene's charms but it is also her biggest flaw.

Nene has many moments where her reality is challenged, moments that feel like it will lead to introspection, but she never thinks about what she is told. what she sees. She doesn't want to stay mad at Hanako. She doesn't want to think about the situation. So she focuses on the no priority of "omg I need to make my crush confess!" as best she can.

Anything that is too serious or dark to fit her high school fantasy adventure will not be thought about. She is a kind person, there is no denial, but this incapability to face reality, to take off her bubbly fantasy glasses, makes her very insensitive at times.

She is so far up la la land that she hasn't properly processed that Hanako is dead yet.

She non ironically says "l'll live a happy life as a dead person" at the idea of being with Hanako. Aoi's rescue is a run away narrative in her mind, a forbidden romance. She is not in reality.

It is understandable to go in denial, to reject reality when reality is something you don't want to face, especially at 15, but just because it is understandable doesn't make her devoid of responsability. Nene is being a coward, her fantasies are far more charming than Aoi's brand of cowardness but she is, in her own way, still running away from her problems.

Even Hanako, who is madly in love with her, acknowledges she is self-centered and childish.

Aoi being a popular queen is the embodiment of her fantasy that "being popular is amazing! Is a dream come true"

So if Aoi works on the courage to speak up, if Akane calls Nene out, but Nene doesn't work on her bad habit of ignoring reality for the sake of her high school dream life, she will keep turning a blind eye to every hint she had witnessed that being popular is not a sea of roses and Aoi have problems and flaws like everyone.

Aoi had tried to talk about her ugly sides before after all.

But Nene covered her eyes, dismissed the drugged Aoi she had seen as a complete fake and embracing her cute bubbly bff without asking any questions about her feelings, her behavior, etc.

She does not want Aoi to have flaws, so she won't see those flaws.

She won't change.

I talk in detail about how her fantasy problem affects her relationship with Aoi here

#i am assuming you already read the 'nene and aoi empty friendship' post anon but i linked it just to be safe yay #tbhk #yashiro nene #toilet bound hanako kun #jshk #jibaku shounen hanako kun #nene yashiro

101 notes · View notes

accio-lo-ki · 3 months

Note

Hii would you have any percabeth fic recs?? I'm just deprived 😭😭

Oh I have a LOT. If you’re as insane about this ship as I am, you’ve probably read all of them but I’m still going to list them down anyway. So, in no particular order:

Whiny Little Pitch by petersgwen - this fic literally made me scream multiple times. everything by this author is chef’s kiss btw. Sports au like no other + exes to lovers

Apartment 305 by waddled - a literal serotonin boost monster of a fic that i’m sure most already know about . i love percy and annabeth’s relationship here, and their characterization. It’s got college romance, olympic athlete Percy, and pipabeth bffism at its finest.

Five Times Percy Jackson Cheated at School by lammermoorian - man this one I reread a lot. I just love it so much. Academic!Percy, domestic percabeth, and just a whole lot of charm

Honesty and Promise Me by Darkmagyk, lammermoorian - never thought I would enjoy punk!annabeth until this fic. it has unexpected pregnancy but it’s so well done! fwb to lovers!

For Real This Time by captainjackson, timelesslords - anything written by this pair is a must-read, but this is one of their best! roman!percy and divorced annabeth! the premise is so interesting and the setting even more so.

Murkiest Intentions by inkncoffee - i feel like this fic shows my age, but when i tell you it’s a classic! jurassic world au (it sounds crazy but it’s so good) i’ve been rereading this since high school and it still holds up

Would it really kill you (if we kissed) by greenconverses - i mean, who hasn’t read this and all the author’s works? but it’s a classic in the fandom and it’s a classic for a reason

The Old Guard au by ananbeth, blackjacktheboss - this series is so well-written with such a solid worldbuilding you have to binge it this instant go

Love me, won’t you by ananbeth, blackjacktheboss - modern romeo and juliet with greece as a backdrop? sign me tf up

the sun stands by petersgwen- if you want pain this is it this fic is pain in fanfiction form

That crosses the white sea by husborth - another well-written masterpiece with percabeth in college

Voice on the radio by PastyPirate - another fandom classic! this one has me giggling kicking my feet everytime i reread it. soulmate au! musician!percy! and friendship bracelets!

The Heart is a Muscle by thebackupkid - I feel like this one is so underrated, but it’s so good and so interesting and distinct! it’s got magic and adventure and fantasy! the worldbuilding again is so good!

Impossible Year by bananannabeth - another pain in fiction form. but this time it has a breakup trope, which destroys me so much I always need years before i want to reread this again. but it’s a masterpiece and you should experience it at least once in your life!!

Game, Set, Match by ananbeth, blackjacktheboss - if there’s a classic percabeth sports au, it’s this. and it has fwb too and it’s just too iconic

Stucco Hearts by ananbeth, writergirl8 - another fandom classic, but this time it’s a soulmate au! this is so so interesting and one of my favorite soulmate aus ever. the worldbuilding is so interesting. another case of it’s a classic for a reason!

Puck It by bipercabeth, jasonmclean - hockey au + friends w benefits. again, another fandom classic. unfortunately i think this was discontinued by the authors but it’s still too good not to read!

Broken glass, no reflection by ananbeth, flyingcrowbar - another (potentially) discontinued fic that I still think about now. it’s a pacific rim au and it’s so. goddamn. good. read it now !!

kiss me once cause you know i had a good night by herecomesthepun - this one is pure comedic fluff and if you need a serotonin boost you have to read it. workplace romance with a twist !

slow motion double vision in a rose blush by herecomesthepun - ooh this one is a high school fwb secret relationship au with a punk percy and a student council president annabeth so basically it’s a classic

and they were roommates by bipercabeth - friends to lovers + college percabeth like no other. another fandom classic

Never Shall We Die by captainjackson, timelesslords - this pirate au series is INSANE it’s crazy good the worldbuilding is amazing it makes me feral actually

Wreck my plan, that’s my man by seaweedbraens - everything by this author is so good they’re a fandom icon but this one in particular i think about daily (tho it’s ongoing)

How to Seduce an Earl by sinfulindulgence - this is hella spicy but it’s also so addicting? i blame bridgerton (this author does so much stuff w this vibe that u should check out too! i liked Revenge of the Duchess as well)

Night at the Museum by lammermoorian - it’s so niche and crazy and camp but also angsty and fluffy and you need to read it right this second ! i LOVE this one

faster than a hairpin trigger by medeaa - this one is the quintessential percabeth fwb college au TO ME. unfortunately it’s (potentially) discontinued, but it’s still one of my favorites.

watch me fall at your feet by maydayparade8123 - this is a really well-written friends to lovers fic that realt explored how confusing it is to fall in love with your best friend like,, it’s a classic but also it’s so real !! this author is a fandom icon but i think they deleted / orphaned their accounts on ff.net and ao3

spellbound by writergirl8 - this is the percabeth hogwarts au. i dont make the rules.

home is where i want to be (but i guess i’m already there) by percivaljackson - fake dating + holidays! this is so well-written!

‘tis the damn season by captainjackson - regency au at its finest!!

This is way too long already lmao i dont have the time to list down everything (i have 700+ percabeth fanfics downloaded on my ibooks app 😭) but these are the ones that i can recall at this time !! Happy reading!

#this got out of hand #percabeth #fanfic #fic rec #pjo #percabeth fic rec

92 notes · View notes

coffehbeans · 3 months

Text

G/t WAC Day 2

"Post a prompt/scenario you wish you saw more often"

Oh boi, there's so many things I want to see more stories of!

More adventurous stories. Usually, some g/t stories feel a little... Boring. Sorry. It's just, even when there's fantasy it mostly revolves around two characters interacting in a slice of life rhythm, in the same place (usually a house or an apartment) and it gets stale pretty easily. I talked about this in a post before. Put your blorbos in situations! Make subplots, or conflicts, explore your world, change the setting, raise the stakes, you know? I just wish giants and tinies stopped being fixed in the same setting the entire story, and if they are, make smth more interesting happen, idk. I struggle with this too so I understand.

Growth. It's still so underutilized in stories. But oh, not any type of growth, no, I wish there were more lowkey body horror growth scenes. Like, make the character terrified of what they're becoming, make the growth painful, almost monstrous smh, make me, the reader, terrified, idk lol. I just wish there was more horror-centered growth sequences and the existential dread that comes with becoming five stories tall.

Giant Kaiju battles. Yeah. This is so hyper specific lmaoo like, I've only read one story with giants duking it out in the middle of the city and it was so cool that I wanna see more of it. Preferably with the little humans running away, to add that sweet old tension!

Accidental city rampage. Like, I never see this trope, ever. Idk, maybe this is the climax of a story, or a giant is stranded in a planet of tiny people and ends up in the middle of a bustling city, or someone becomes a giant and is so confused they're stepping over cars and breaking stuff. It's just that underlying fear of someone unwillingly commiting so much destruction that keeps me on my toes.

Giant elves?? Idk, just a race of really big, really elegant giants.

Fairies and fairy worlds! I loved Tinkerbell as a kid and just wish to see more stories with that child-like wonder of discovering a magical society of cute, tiny fairies.

Bring back that trope of someone finding a giant in the forest but like, let it come to a tense climax. I've read some stories that have this trope and then... Nothing happens. It's just, the giant lives comfortably in a huge house or smth, or goes back to their dimension, or is friends with the government. Where's the drama?? Lmaoo like, make a climax where the giant gets captured and the whole world knows, or give the tiny a rescue arc but then the giant secret is exposed, idk make stuff happen lol you could even add accidental city rampage in this one, there's so many possibilities.

I think that's all I could think about!

#gtwac #wacprompts #g/t #giant/tiny #sfw g/t #coffeh speaks up

67 notes · View notes

beazlerat · 11 months

Text

The Adventure Zone

I know I’m like 6 years late, but I just finished the Balance arc of the Adventure Zone! If you have not listened to it, DO IT. Just spent 20 minutes bawling my eyes out after the last episode, and I think my life shifted a little.

Anyway, the whole point of the story is that love is crucial for anyone who exists, and friendship is magic (a critical plot point), and isolation is the killer of the soul, and asking and then receiving that help is the greatest strength anyone can ever have, and the world is good if we try to make it good, and it all started because a family of 4 started playing D&D and had to defeat Magic Brian and his pet spider Bryan. 10/10 would recommend, it starts off lacking much story, but DAMN does it pick up. The yes-and’s are continuous, and the DMs ability to roll with any punch is breathtaking, and the characters adapt before your very eyes as the players learn who they want to put in this fantasy world. You have people popping up you thought the DM forgot about, and plot points hidden before your very eyes from episode 1.

My final selling point is this: If you want a good intro to the game this is it. I think everyone (except the DM) are learning it from scratch, and it is so cool to see them learn.

#the adventure zone #the adventure zone balance #taz #taz balance

169 notes · View notes

doctorho · 6 months

Text

Holy Darkness, pt. 1

hello! my peeps! what's up!!!

it's here! the vampire au! i have no idea how long i'm gonna make this thing, we'll see where the Vibes take us.

this is going to be vampire!Viktor x gender neutral reader multichapter fic

2,3k words, no warnings. i mean, general spooky vibes, but we all know he isn't actually evil okay. i mean the reader doesn't know that. yet. but we know that. right?

(some backstory for this fic idea here and here)

I mean. It’s not like you meant to trespass on the property of the nocturnal hermit living in a rundown abandoned library.

Or maybe you did. A little bit. But that’s not the point.

The point is that you’re there now, in the quiet darkness, surrounded by the scent of wet leaves and heavy silence; the kind that drips down the back of your neck and tingles as it curls around your spine.

It had been a perfectly ordinary night, so far. You’d closed up the small bookshop you worked at, quietly getting everything ready for the next day, swept the floors, just like you always did. You’d eaten dinner alone in your small quiet apartment, just like you always did. You’d put out some food for the too-thin stray cat that hung around your street, and wished, bone-deep, that something in your small quiet life would change.

Just like you always did.

It wasn’t bad, your life. It was actually pretty good, considering. But it was boring. Stagnant. And you just…wanted something more. The town was small and quiet and nothing much ever happened – the most exciting event of your week was usually the gossip you overheard at the weekly book club meetings, which didn’t exactly make you feel better about your own life. A good percentage of the elderly ladies in the book club (or their neighbors) seemed to lead more exciting lives than you did.

You shouldn’t compare yourself to others, you knew that. But your life was boring, and you spent your days surrounded by books; epic adventures, romances that made your heart melt, countless stories where someone gets thrown into a land straight out of your imagination, fantasies where there’s a whole other world just a breath away from this one–

It made your own life seem even more boring in comparison.

And it didn’t exactly help that the only thing this town had going for itself – besides the book club – was that there was an abandoned library that was, allegedly, inhabited by a hermit, who – allegedly – might have been a vampire.

You weren’t sure how much of that story was true. Yes, there was the abandoned library, condemned to be closed down years ago after some unfortunate water damage and lack of funding to rebuild it. Yes, there seemed to be someone living in there. Sometimes you saw lights on in the windows, things that had moved around as if on their own. Someone seemed to be taking care of the property, too, at least to some extent.

Yes, no-one ever really saw this person out during daylight hours.

All anyone knew was that 1) there seemed to be someone living there, 2) the collective guess was that it was a man, probably pretty young, and definitely a loner.

And at some point the collective understanding had also accepted that this man was, allegedly, a vampire.

You weren’t sure you believed that last part. Vampires were, technically, not recognized by science. You’d never met one, that you knew of. But…they were a stable factor in local folklore, and all those stories had to come from somewhere. Right?

And…the longer you stood there, watching the dark building and the dim golden light pouring out from the windows, the more you started to entertain the thought that maybe vampires existed, and maybe this man was one of them.

He seemed to lead an unusual life, and yeah, maybe he was just a hermit, but…for some reason you couldn’t quite convince yourself of that. No-one just appears out of nowhere and sets up camp in an abandoned building, never to be seen in daylight again.

You’d seen his shadow in the window a few times, passing by. You couldn’t see much of his features, but he was lean, like people had said. You stayed hidden the best you could – this was the first time you’d gotten this close – and just…tried to win this internal fight with yourself about whether you should turn around and go home right now or just get a little bit closer. Just stay a little bit longer.

(You weren’t sure which side of your brain you were hoping would win).

You knew it was stupid, being there.

You didn’t know how dangerous this man was, vampire or not. For all you knew he could have been 100% human and still been a murderer or something.

But you were curious.

That’s all it boiled down to.

You didn’t want anything from this man. You just wanted to know. Who he was, what he was doing in there–

and if vampires really existed.

Maybe you should be blaming all those fantasy books in your shop, but – dammit – you wanted to know if something more than this boring human existence really was out there. It was like an itching in your bones; you wanted to know. Your soul refused to settle, and it got more and more restless the longer you went on with your normal little life.

Besides, the man lived in a library. You had no idea how many books were in there that no-one in this town even remembered anymore.

You wanted to know.

That’s what makes you stay. Even when half your brain and most of your blood was constantly telling you that you should go, leave, now.

You don’t really even have a plan. It’s not like you’re going to just knock and go up to him and say hey, I was wondering, what’s your deal?

Yeah. You weren’t going to do that.

What you were planning on doing was just…sort of circling that idea, the possibility of maybe running into him. Walking just on the edge of the property, telling yourself it’s not on purpose. Stopping to see if there’s a light in the windows tonight. That’s it.

It’s not like you were planning on actually going to talk to him.

So when he’s suddenly standing in front of you, you don’t know what to say. Or do.

He is standing there, all sharp-edged in the shadows, dark and tall and silent, and looking at you with the most intense eyes you’ve ever seen.

There’s a moment, when you’re just staring at him, where you feel like your heart beats a hollow beat and everything in the night is silent. The shadows seem to twirl around him, though that was probably just your imagination. Probably.

“Is there a reason you’re lingering in the shadows out here?” He asks, his voice a quiet, captivating drawl.

He seems calm, the kind of stationary bottom-of-the-sea calm that you’d only seen in very intelligent animals before.

(You try to quiet the part of your brain that tries to substitute ‘animals’ with ‘predators’, and you try your best to keep your breathing even. It takes more effort than it should).

His eyes were golden, deep golden, and that definitely wasn’t usual for…humans.

And there was something about his features that made you instantly accept that if vampires existed, and this man was one, you wouldn’t be the least bit surprised.

“No,” you answer, and the word is so light that it feels like a lie as soon as it leaves your lips.

You’re not sure what kind of vampiric powers this man might have, but you’re suddenly worried that he might be able to hear your heartbeat, which was definitely way faster than it should have been.

“Hm.” He says, still looking at you, as if he was studying you.

You both pretend that he isn’t the reason you’re there. Or, you pretend he isn’t, and he pretends he doesn’t know that.

You take a deep breath.

“What are the chances you would just go back inside and forget I was ever here?” You ask, trying to sound like you weren’t worried about what the alternative to that might be.

“Very low,” he answers, straight-forward, and then he tilts his head slightly and his eyes trail over you.

He was still studying you.

“I don’t get many…visitors.” He says, and then he smiles. It’s a small, knowing, stupidly attractive smile, and, god, yeah, the man definitely has small fangs. Christ. Was it like a feature that vampires were attractive to like, lure you in? Was that a thing they did?

He couldn't read your thoughts, could he?

“So it is not likely that I’ll forget you were ever here, no.” He continues, “but if you want me to, I will go back inside.” He meets your eyes, “if you tell me why you’re really here.”

You swallow.

Fine, that was reasonable. You were on his property.

Well. Technically it was still probably the town’s property. But still. In essence it was his now.

You take a deep breath and try to silence the annoyingly rattling part of your monkey-brain that was still tugging at you to run away, be smart, please-

The longer you dissect this situation in your brain though, the clearer it becomes.

Yes, you were currently in a dark secluded space with a stranger. Who might be a vampire.

But…he hadn’t actually done anything to scare you, had he?

He hadn’t threatened you.

He seemed quite reasonable, actually.

And if he wanted to hurt you, he could have done that already. Many times over.

But instead, he was out here. Making civil conversation.

Did you really even want him to go back inside?

Wasn’t this why you were here? To find out more about him?

You swallow, lick your lips, and then meet his eyes. Take a breath.

“I was curious.”

“About?” He counters, watching you, tilting his head, as if he didn’t already know.

You furrow your eyes a little bit. Just look at him for a few seconds. He just waits for you to answer, patiently.

“You.” You finally answer. Hold his gaze.

“Ah.” He says, then nods slowly and smiles again, faintly. “Me.”

Then, he looks at you again, now with something more purposeful in his eyes. More…interested. “Why?”

You blink. Go through a quick mental check of what your choices were here; you could lie – and say what?

Or you could tell the truth, and see where it took you.

And – honestly? You were still curious.

So you shrug with one shoulder, trying your best to seem casual about it. Pretend your heart wasn’t still pounding.

“I was curious,” You answer, “about the mysterious stranger living in the abandoned library.”

He looks at you. Studies you. Nods slowly.

"Hm." he says again. "Well, here I am."

You take a deep breath.

He shifts his weight.

"What would you like to know?" He asks, remarkably casually. Like an offering. Or, possibly, a bait.

You take it, whichever one it was.

One way to find out.

"Who are you?"

You start with the obvious, though you're not really sure what kind of an answer you're hoping for.

"My name is Viktor." He says, simply, still with the ghost of a smile on his face.

Nice. A name. Progress.

Viktor.

That still didn't tell you much about what he was really doing here, but it was a start.

You offer your own name in return, hoping not to seem rude. Not that he'd do much with your name; it wasn't very likely that you two would become pen pals or something.

"And you've just…been living in our rundown library?"

"Yes," he answers, shifting his weight a bit again, and again, looking at you like he was inspecting you. Waiting for something.

"Why?"

He tilts his head a little. "That is," he says, "not a one-word answer."

"Most answers aren't." You answer, before you can really think it through. This whole situation was absurd; were you really out here just… having a casual conversation with this cryptid of a man?

He makes a sound that is… close to a chuckle. More of an exhale, but still. You can hear it loud and clear in the quiet darkness, and that makes it feel like he’s much closer to you than he actually is. Like the small sound fills the air around you.

"That is true." He says after a moment. Then, he takes a breath. Visibly.

So he wasn't at least entirely undead then.

"How about we make a deal." he offers, "I'll tell you," he meets your eyes again and smiles a little, "for a price."

"And what might that be?" You ask in return, entertaining the idea, and trying your best to seem casual about it.

His smile widens. "One of those strawberry pies from the bakery, and your favorite book."

You blink. How he knew about the strawberry pies, you weren't sure, but you weren't about to question that now. The answer could have been a lot worse, so you'll take strawberry pie, sure.

"Do I need to point out that you literally live in a library?"

He shifts his weight again, leaning more heavily on his cane. "A library that hasn't gotten any new books in years."

You look at him. Really look at him.

So this alleged-vampire, nocturnal cryptid hermit of a man, had just offered to tell you his life story, in exchange for a pie and a book?

Yeah, if you were honest with yourself, you were never going to not take that deal.

"Okay," you tell him, "my place or yours?"

His lips quirk up a little. "Mine," he answers, "I think that's probably best." Then, he nods slowly and meets your eyes. "It's quiet and peaceful in there."

He smiles, just enough for you to get a glimpse of his teeth again, and it's the most sharp-edged-beautiful thing you've seen in a while.

Something curls around your spine in the darkness, and you're still not sure if it was a bait or an offering that you took.

You're not sure you care.

#viktor arcane x reader #viktor x reader #vampire!viktor #vampire au #arcane fanfic

59 notes · View notes

sorcerous-caress · 6 months

Note

In adventuring party full of non humans—varying from elves to other races, there is like one humans among them and everybody is silently expected (wish) to fuck that human

— RED anon

Do you live in my brain. Have you been reading my mind?

I never had an original thought in my life omfg anon that is one of my BIGGEST fantasy daydreams.

Because the thing is, those races, will demolish each other if given the chance.

You expect the high elf not to look down on the gnomes and dwarves? Good luck convincing them not to put explosives into the high elf's luggage.

The drow won't stop referring to the wood elf as tree hugger no matter how many times you beg them to, and the wood elf keeps putting poisonous leaves into the drow's drinks.

The aasmire won't stop giving dirty looks to the tiefling, murmuring a small prayer whenever they pass by as if to rebel a devil, the tiefling just keeps "accidentally" ruining their holy water by spilling them onto their holy textbooks.

The half-orc and dragonborn had like 3 fights since everyone woke up, and it's still 7 in the morning. Dragonborn thinks they are superior and more efficient while the half-orc says they're nothing but failed dragon spawns.

Oh and the dwarves and the gnomes are also fighting in between each other, terrorising the high elf was the only peace they ever got.

There is hafling, smiling while being passive agressive to the scrowling gith next to them who looks seconds away from unleashing their sword.

The singular human there will have to be shared as the communal peace keeper. Or even communal target in case of the evil races deciding to team up against them.

Now imagine adding sexual tension into the equation. Each race has their own different mating standards.

Drows need to own you, they don't accept anything less. Both sex and love, your whole being will belong to them.

High elves think your souls must intertwine and see each other throughoutly before getting to third base.

Dwarves courting will shower you in all kinds of expensive gifts and weaponry. They're very hardworking to earn your heart and body.

Gnomes share their secrets, open their inner circles to you and expect you to do the same. Their harsh surface softening just for you.

Half-orcs want to overpower you into submission, show you that you'll be very protected under them. That they are soley deserving of being your mate here.

Dragonborns entice you with their shiny shimmering scales, purring and growling whenever you touch them and wrapping their tail around you protectively. You're part of the herd and it's just a matter of time before you realise it.

Haflings will bake you the most delicious things you have ever tasted, make you truly relax, laugh and forget your worries. They charm you beyond your comprehension and make you feel like you're at home.

Githyanki will become more overbearing, making sure you're eating full meals, sleeping full hours and getting all the training you need. They look out for your health and performance, even allowing you the intimacy of being near them while they train.

#♡human! reader #♡human kink #♡smut #♡red anon

49 notes · View notes

juliettedunn · 1 year

Text

Witches Before Wizards and The Collector Parallels

Witches Before Wizards is crucial to both Luz’s character development as a whole and foreshadowing for the Collector.

In the episode, Luz actually states her core wish of being understood that she only fully realized in For the Future. Just before her rude awakening, she says “I always suspected there was a reason no one understood my wacky antics back home!”That is quite cool that you can see her wish so clearly on!

Luz doesn’t understand why she is an outcast. She is lonely, misunderstood, and desperate for some kind of meaning to her life.

She is easily taken in by the saccharine, technicolor world that Adegast presents to her. It is an easy one. Everything plays out in a perfectly predictable and safe manner. She is misunderstood because she is the Chosen One, and now she can be surrounded by friends who cherish her as she goes on to complete her quest.

Only, they aren’t true friends. There is no depth to anything that happens. She has no real relationship with them, they only speak predictable lines. Contrary to her core wish, they can’t actually understand her, because they aren’t real people, merely…puppets.

Literally, as when Adegast reveals himself, he commandeers all the “friends” she had made, their faces melting into grotesque puppetry.

Mocked and isolated so many times before, of course Luz doesn’t want to be subjected to more pain. The real world holds grief and uncertainty. But it is also the only way Luz can have true and meaningful bonds.

She has to allow that vulnerability, that uncertainty. She has to embrace a strange landscape, one quite often grotesque and horrifying, to reach the messy, deep bonds that come with it.

And she has. Despite being beaten down, Luz has found friends and family who understand her, and made a place for herself in the Boiling Isles. She has now realized her core wish of being understood, and with that self awareness, she is more powerful than ever.

She doesn’t need a perfectly saccharine universe to find happiness. She can embrace the real one, including all the grief that comes with it.

This is the same lesson that the Collector must learn. The Collector lives in a world of puppets too, one of his own making. Every day, he plays out that saccharine fantasy, scripted and stiff. King told him about Luz’s adventures, and the Collector was enamored.

But he doesn’t know how to have such a genuine experience or bond, so he flattened the experiences, simplified and purified them into the “messed up version” of Luz’s life now going on.

It is a sign of Luz’s maturity that she recognized how messed up it was. She no longer wants a world that’s cute and feel-good on the surface, but on the inside is empty and cold.

And that is what The Collector’s life is, right now. It’s hollow. King is the only real thing there, and he forces King to play out the scripted performance as well.

The Collector may think he is happy, but he isn’t. He can’t find real happiness with such a life. He is lost, lonely, and he doesn’t know how to fix it. He doesn’t know how to have a genuine bond, and so he desperately tries to make it work with his puppet show.

At the end of Witches Before Wizards, Luz rejects her puppet fantasy. I am sure the Collector will as well. Likely, with Luz’s help, as she gets through to him and uses her own experience with loneliness and isolation, that wish for a perfect world that understands you, to show him a path toward true meaning and connection.

#the owl house #toh #luz noceda #the owl house luz #the collector #enzo gabriel #julietteanalyzes

181 notes · View notes

gay-disabled-characters-showdown · 17 days

Text

LGBTQ+ Disabled Characters Showdown Round 1, Wave 5, Poll 5

A character being totally canon LGBTQ+ and disabled was not required to be in this competition. Please check qualifications and propaganda before asking why a character is included.

Check out the other polls in this wave and prior here.

Mille Roper-The Arcadia Project

Qualifications:

She has BPD, which is a rarely represented disorder as it is, and is also a quadruple amputee, and she's one of the best characters with BPD I have ever had the pleasure of reading about. She is also canonically bisexual!

Propaganda:

GODDDDDD Millie she is one of my favorite bisexual, borderline, and amputee characters ever and when it comes to bi and BPD rep, she reminds me frankly of myself....I love her so much I need to reread borderline

Wen Kexing-Faraway Wanderers / Tian Ya Ke

Qualifications:

1. The LGBTQ+ part: he is canonically a gay man. (Though he does not identify by this specific word due to being from, yknow, fantasy ancient China, he is very vocal about only having interest in men / not having interest in women.) He is also one half of the main (canon, mlm) couple in the book. 2. Disability part: he has complex PTSD, with dissociative symptoms being most prominent. It's not articulated as clearly as the gay part, but there's a lot of textual evidence. For example, for his bouts of dissociation, he has a clear trigger - thinking or talking about personal loss (mostly his initial traumatic event, brutal murder of his parents when he was a child, but at least once it was fear of losing his partner), - and there's a very distinctive way the author describes it: "far-off gaze", "blank" expression or eyes, being "in a daze"/"dazed" were all words used more than once in those situations. He also exhibits symptoms of depersonalization, especially in contexts of violence. The one that made it click for me was a moment when someone was striking to kill him while he couldn't defend himself, and he was described as being calm "as if the one about to die was not himself", but there are also smaller hints, like several times he is described as 'fighting as if he doesn't notice pain and exhaustion' - which I would not take as evidence on its own, but tied in to other dissociative moments of his... yeah. 3. Last thing, in case you aren't sure PTSD/dissociative disorder should count as a disability, I want to make my argument that it should, as it noticeably impacts the character's quality of life. Both continuously (he mentions, for example, sleep problems/insomnia - that clearly stem from his traumatic experiences) and at specific moments (like that time he started dissociating in the middle of the battlefield, nearly resulting in him getting killed........)

Propaganda:

Okay, imagine a classical Chinese martial arts story. Young orphan meets a mysterious master, who imparts all his knowledge upon him; the boy trains hard and challenges various villains, until making it all the way to the final boss who was behind everything. Now, imagine if, in the very beginning of this story, the final boss accidentally ran into that mysterious master. And became suspicious of him. And began following him under pretense of falling in love with him at first sight. And then fell for him for real. And then they had adventures and also started co-parenting that young orphan.

THAT is the plot of Tian Ya Ke. And the final boss in question? Well, that's Wen Kexing I'm submitting! And yes, Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu - the aforementioned mysterious master and the main character of TYK - are a canon couple. Wen Kexing in particular is very, ah, out and loud gay. Gay and making it everyone else's problem even. So that's the LGBTQ+ part. (Also they are SUCH a couple. They're so funny! The whole circus! And then they do something and you are like oh yeah right. each of them is a villain of a different story. Good thing they decided to play house instead.) On the disability front, Wen Kexing has mental health stuff - to be specific, complex PTSD with signs of dissociative disorder. I'm not gonna describe his wide array of traumatic experiences on the form because it needs SO many trigger warnings, but the important part is how those impacted him. For example, he mentions having sleep problems/insomnia due to fear. (Which made the fandom lose our shit once we connected it to the earlier moment where he, in a vulnerable state, drags himself to Zhou Zishu's side and falls asleep on his lap. The! Trust! That! Shows!) He also dissociates frequently when thinking/talking about his initial traumatic event. Which is my favorite part of the portrayal of his PTSD because... you know how there's this trend in media with superpowers/magic when the character's trauma response is portrayed through their powers, like their powers going out of control? And TYK went 'yeah, no, when /our/ OP final boss has a ptsd flare up, he just dissociates like a normal person'. (and I, a normal person who also copes by dissociating, was like 'i owe u my life'.) Also, I think it's great that not all of his episodes are plot relevant. Like, in four out of five cases it's just something that happens (the narration / pov character makes note of it), and then the scene moves on - so it feels like a feature of his character, as opposed to a plot devise for creating situations. And the one case where it does happen in an action moment - when Wen Kexing gets revenge on the person responsible for his initial trauma and promptly starts dissociating in the middle of the battlefield, and someone else has to step in to prevent him from getting killed by other enemies - kinda highlights the disability aspect, imo. Like, it shows that PTSD creates barriers for him where a person without it wouldn't have any.

Anything Else?:

1. It's a Chinese novel, so character names are written down with surname first. So Wen Kexing = surname Wen + given name Kexing. 2. There's a live action adaptation of this novel, called Shan He Ling / Word of Honor, but it's uh. well. The portrayal of Wen Kexing's trauma and PTSD in it is. Bad. 'Completely butchered everything I thought was refreshing about it in the novel' bad. (please understand i hate everything about the adaptation and am barely refraining from infodumping about how much I deplore it here) So if WKX makes it into the tournament and none of the images I sent work for u, pls at least don't use the live-action version? He is practically a different character there!

#polls #poll #disabled characters #lgbtq characters #disability #lgbtq #lgbtq dcs round 1 #lgbtq dcs wave 5 #mille roper #the arcadia project #wen kexing #faraway wanderers #tian ya ke #id in alt text

15 notes · View notes