#BUT HE IS SO UWU HERE

[snnydcysarch]

"but  i’d  like  to  be  that  one  person  in  your  life  who  doesn’t  make  you  feel  like  you  have  to  be  someone  or  something  you’re  not.  i  want  you  to  be  yourself,  with  me." 

ft. eric nielsen @doubtsndemons mutuals may react / please don't reblog unless tagged gif credit : @doubtsndemons

[katabay]

PERCEVAL THE UNHAPPY, THE MISERABLE, THE UNFORTUNATE, THE FISHER KING!

Perceval, de Troyes (trans. Burton Raffel)

ALRIGHT alright. so previously I did an illustration that explained the premise of all this, that it's inspired by the narrative choices that Bresson made in his film Lancelot du Lac etc

to dive in more into it (because this is something like derivative fiction. I'm putting concepts into a blender and seeing what comes out of it): the setting is haunted by the previously existing narratives that started cannibalizing each other until it regurgitates itself into the more well known narrative beats, and something else about the invasive rot of christianity and empire mythmaking into settings. it's an intertextual haunting, if you will! and this scene takes place during the grail quest narrative, but the temptation of Perceval plays out differently.

in both Chretien (and Wolfram's) Perceval narratives, what 'wakes' Perceval up (in more ways than one. desire and self actualization in one go!) is seeing knights, something his mother tried hard to keep him from. so instead of the temptation of lust & etc in the Morte narrative taking the form of a lady, it takes the form of a knight. the temptation to renounce one's faith to serve something else remains.

so Perceval still stabs himself, but instead of continuing on the grail quest in the shadow of Galahad, he becomes the narrative's Fisher King because his earlier state of being as a the grail quest hero is creeping back into his marrow. it was waiting for an opening, and stabbing yourself in the thigh is one hell of a parallel!!!

that wound isn't going to heal buddy, and the state of the setting will now be reflected on your body. sure hope that Arthur hasn't like. corrupted the justice of the land or anything. that sure would suck for your overall health.

all the red in this sequence is because in de Troyes' Perceval, Perceval takes the armor of the Red Knight and becomes known as the Knight in Red.

and now for the citations, which I will try to order in a way that makes sense!

Seeing Knights For The First Time

Perceval, de Troyes (trans. Burton Raffel)

The Temptation of Perceval

Le Morte Darthur, Mallory (modernized by Baines)

The Fisher King, and Perceval The Unfortunate

Perceval, de Troyes (trans. Burton Raffel)

On Perceval and Gender, etc.

Clothes Make The Man: Parzival Dressed and Undressed, Michael D. Amey

On Wounds

Wounded Masculinity: Injury and Gender in Sir Thomas Malory's Le Morte Darthur, Kenneth Hodges

The Red Knight

Perceval, de Troyes (trans. Burton Raffel)

On Arthur and the Corruption of Justice

The Failure of Justice, the Failure of Arthur, L.K. Bedwell

[opens-up-4-nobody]

The x-files jersey devil picture is so precious to me

[jinstronaut]

plaidkook, for @jiniekook happy birthday, san! ♡♡♡ (cr. dwellingsouls)

[jasonisaacs]

Jason Isaacs as Colonel William Tavington THE PATRIOT (2000)

[lilybug-02]

Artfight against @ejsuperstar ft. The Mad King and Chip. They're both so evil. I hope they have the most extravagant downfall of any onscreen villain.

This interaction is based on a little fic writing >:)

[pa-pa-plasma]

[andfangs]

#spymaster just wanted some attention

[writer-room]

Of course Jay would end up as a manager in the former Realm of Madness, it's Jay. Dude literally could not thrive anywhere else. Any other option would have him being kidnapped again, and god knows that guy has been tortured more than enough.

Now, on an analyzing scale, I do have to wonder if Jay's just the manager for displacing people, and if that's the case, does it have anything to do with him trying to find the others? That, if his friends were lost, then at some point they'd surely end up down here and he could find them? Which would be extra painful when remembering how close Arin was to just missing him, and the fact that Nya showing up in some other remains of the Realm of Madness means that she was probably really close to him and had no idea.

However, if I know Jay Walker, and I have roughly 12 years worth of episodes to know him, then let's be entirely honest with ourselves here: dude just fucked around and found out. He's high off his newfound power and it's gonna take about an entire season to drag him away from the Administration and give up his cushy 'doing nothing all day' lifestyle to go back to almost dying every other week. And it will finally end with him deciding to come home in about 10 minutes, Tournament of Elements style, and it's probably going to be because he misses Nya. Except they're also going to let him be a snarky little bitch again, which means it's going to be an absolute nightmare, and I'm thrilled

[oceanwithouthermoon]

ive come to realise that i dont actually hate kubokai, i just hate the way people write them

[its-pit-not-icarus]

hey lightning rod ⚡ (tap/click for higher quality!)

[paimonial-rage]

wriothesley 3, 16, 17 :3 -- @milkstore

[Character Analysis Ask Meme]

What is Wriothesley’s mbti/enneagram?

Wriothesley is a 9w8 ESTP sp/so.

What is the best way to win Wriothesley’s heart?

Wriothesley is a simple man, and simple men require simple methods. Simply put, the best way to win Wriothesley’s heart is to flirt with him. He doesn’t need much more than that. Challenge him, tease him, take him by surprise. Play hot and cold. Accept his invitations for tea, then spurn his advancements the next. Present yourself as a catch, dance right out of his reach, and let his instincts kick in. But make sure you’re having fun too. It’s not a game if both people aren’t having fun.

What are Wriothesley’s strengths in a relationship?

Of the many traits Wriothesley was blessed with, two that stand out are his level-headedness and his tendency toward action. No matter what you may go through as a couple, he will not be overcome by stress or fear. You can always trust him to be solid no matter the storm. Not to mention you can trust he will not take the backseat in your relationship. If there is anything wrong, he will address it. But more than that, if he sees the chance to make you happy, he will take it, whether it’d be bringing home flowers or taking you on a date to something you want to see. In a relationship, he won’t let you feel alone.

[cannibalcreeps]

Love this grumpy grumbly man

[jinstronaut]

a jin a day while he is away ♥

day 538

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Stimulation

In which you, dear reader, discover a certain wizard gets turned on seeing you fight. NSFW.

“It’s quite thrilling, to fight off such grim creatures as this region throws at us. Especially being by your side.” Gale smiles warmly at you after you, Shadowheart, Astarion, him, and the Harpers you came across fought beings warped by the Shadow Curse. He becomes nervous in an instant. “I once read a book that explained in some detail the effect a brush with danger has on one’s desire for…other forms of stimulation.”

You blink. Is he…he surely can’t be suggesting…

“Have you ever read anything on the subject?”

Have I…WHAT?! No, he…oh my gods, is he turned on by me fighting?!?!?

Your brow furrows. “What are you saying exactly?”

“Only that I find you quite irresistible. Even illuminated by such rotten light as this place produces.” He is turned on by me fighting. “Perhaps it’s just the thrill of our near-undead experience talking. But standing at your side through such darkness and disrepair, it only makes me want you more.” OH MY GODS?!?!? He winces and then shrugs. “Unfortunately, this is neither the time nor place to indulge such feelings. So, we must be patient and push all such thoughts aside. For now.”

You blink a few more times, trying to process what he said.

“Erm, we should be going, no?” Astarion coughs under his breath. “To the safe haven the Harpers told us about?”

You nod, heat rushing to your cheeks. “Yes, of course. Let’s go.”

***

Several hours later, and you still cannot believe the conversation you and Gale had. As you lay on your bedroll, you stare up at the canvas of your tent. He actually finds me attractive when fighting? When I’m sweating and gross and—

Then again…

You think about how every time he casts Mage Armor on himself you get a little jolt of pleasure. His voice is so sexy. He could read me a census, and I’d melt. The thought of him summoning fire, lightning, and ice makes you feel like all those elements are in your veins. He said his power’s been diminished because of the orb, but gods, he’s magnificent and talented and handsome and kind and funny and—

“Hello?”

You see Gale’s silhouette against the side of your tent and inwardly panic. Shit. Fuck. I’m thinking about how hot and bothered he makes me and he’s HERE?!?!? “Hi Gale.”

“Do you mind if I come in? If you’re too busy or tired, then I can—”

“No, come in!” Don’t say come!!!!! Don’t torture yourself!!! You try to sneakily adjust your top (the girls must look good) before he enters, a large smile on his face.

“Forgive me, I know the hour is late, but after our…conversation earlier, I wanted to see you.” He sits beside you on your bedroll, hands folded in his lap. “If I made you at all uncomfortable, then I do apologize. It wasn’t my intent to embarrass you or—”

Shut up.

You suddenly take his perfect face in your hands and kiss him soundly. Gale hums softly, deepening the kiss. After a few moments, you break off and your forehead rests against his. “Not uncomfortable at all. Just unexpected.”

“Why unexpected, my dear? I thought I was fairly obvious with my intentions the night of the celebration. I clearly wanted to do more than simply chat with you.” Gale explains. “Gods, I wanted to sit with you under the stars and kiss you just like this,” he whispers and pulls you for another kiss. This one is slower but no less passionate. He shifts slightly to easily wrap an arm around your ample waist. His other hand caresses your cheek gently. I could melt into him right now. Let him envelope me. “And tell you that I love you most ardently.”

Heat builds inside you as you kiss and suddenly appears on your face when he confesses his feelings. You look into those soulful brown eyes and cannot stop grinning. “I love you too, Gale.” After a quick kiss, you bury your face in your hands. “That night I thought you were letting me down in the nicest possible way.” Because I’m not a goddess.

Gale blinks. “By Elminster’s beard, no! I wanted to experience the Weave with you again. Far more intimately. We could…” His hand on your waist gives you a squeeze. “Do that tonight, if you wish.” He looks at you expectantly, while you feel as if your heart is going to beat out of your chest.

Magic sex? Nah.

Reminding him of the pleasures of the flesh now that the orb won’t go off if he comes? Absolutely.

“Another night. What was it you said earlier?” You tease, shifting so that your legs go over his lap, your lips inches from his. Oh. Oh wow. He is very hard. How long has he been like this?! “Seeing me fight…stimulates you?” You kiss him and then trace the purple lines under his eye. The orb? Must be. “Tell me about it, love.”

He swallows, his apple of throat bobbing. “I, well, you see when you’re casting spells, sweat dripping down your brow as fire explodes from your hands, when you use your quarterstaff to crack a skull, gods you’re so beautiful. I mean, that’s not to say you aren’t normally, darling!” He grins sheepishly. “You are stunning. You take my breath away each time I see you.” He cradles your cheek in his hand, and he kisses you again. You can feel his thumb rubbing gently against the corner of your mouth. A part of you wants to shove him down and ride him until dawn, but before you have a chance to act, he ends the kiss and stares into your eyes like I’m the only person alive. Gods, I love you. “I must ask something of you, my beauty. Please, let us wait. I want our first night together to be perfect and not so rushed after a long day. I’ll make it worth your while,” he smirks. “I swear, my love.”

You raise a teasing eyebrow. “Is that so, Mr. of Waterdeep? Then you’ll simply leave me wanting tonight?” Of course, he won’t. He’s so giving and generous and amazing and funny and—

“I will never leave you wanting. Allow me,” he conjures perfectly soft pillows under your head with the snap of his fingers. His brown eyes are full of excitement as he reaches for your thick thighs, running his hands up and down them. “May I remove this offending garment and possibly one more under it?”

Your cheeks burn and heat pools in your belly. “Gods, yes. Please.” You pant, lifting your hips slightly as his long, elegant fingers far too slowly pull down your leggings and underwear. Now, with your lower half bared to him, you feel a little self-conscious. “I, um, don’t shave down there, sorry.”

Gale shakes his head, his soulful eyes twinkling. “What luck, my love! I happen to adore that. If you could spread those beautiful legs for me…that’s it. There’s a good girl.” You dutifully do as you were told, the heat in your belly becoming quickly unbearable. He must have noticed because he smirks. “Do you like that? Being called a good girl?”

If I scream, “Fuck yes, don’t stop” does that count as an answer? You nod slowly, never breaking eye contact. “Yes. Please, keep going, Gale.” He hums to himself as settles between your legs, on his knees. He complains about his knees frequently, but I suppose it’s fine for…whatever sexy thing he’s going to do. With one hand resting on a thigh (gods, he has such beautiful hands), the other dances towards the apex of your thighs. You let out a small whine as he rubs your clit.

“Sing for me, my beauty. Let me hear you.” You feel a finger tease your opening, once again making you whine. “So very wet, dearest. Is this all for me?”

You moan, nodding slightly. “I-I fantasize…a lot…ah, about you…” Morning, noon, and night. Only you. Want you.

He hums softly, a long, elegant finger now curling inside you. “Truly, my dear? Please tell me what antics I’m up to in your fantasies. Am I doing this?” He sticks a second finger inside, and you are already starting to see stars. “Or perhaps this?” With a frankly delicious smirk, he removes his fingers and dives headfirst into your curls.

Too much. Not enough. Want more. Want him. Always him. “Yes, gods yes. And fucking me senseless…in every room…of your tower…”

His parasite connects with yours.

In every room in every possible position, my love. I can see it now---you bent over the desk in my study as I fill you until you’re positively bursting with my seed. What a beautiful image…perfect in every way…like you…

“Gale…love…please…so close…” You moan, grabbing his brown hair and tugging slightly. “Shit sorry!”

No, my sweet. Pull as much as you desire. It only drives me madder for you.

When the bowstring within you snaps, you see not simply stars but entire universes forming. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard. Ever. As you pant and gasp from the aftershocks, you can feel Gale’s beard tickling your thighs.

You’re very welcome, my dearest lady.

Your eyes widen. “So, uh…you heard that, huh?”

He chuckles, finally raising his head. His beard is soaked with your juices, and he grabs a cloth to wipe it. “I did! Unexpected but extremely pleasurable. To know that I have that effect on you makes me feel like the most fortunate man in realms. I’ll not lie---one of my fantasies is devour you while these beauties,” he ran his hands up and down your thick, soft thighs. “Make the most valiant attempt to squeeze my head.” He wiggles his thick eyebrows, making you giggle softly. “While a few mage hands see to any other needs you have. I told you I’ll never leave you wanting, and I mean it.”

“But Gale,” your eyes travel to the significantly large tent in his trousers. “What about you, love?” I can’t leave him like THAT.

To your surprise, he shook his head, smiling warmly at you. “I’ll be fine, darling. You needn’t worry. Now, we’ve had a long day, and you need your rest.” He takes one your hands and gently presses a kiss to your knuckles.

Oh, fuck that. “I’d rest better if you stay. Please.” You say as your mouth forms what Mum calls “the pretty please” face.

His features softened more than they already were. Works every time! “Of course, my dear.” You and Gale settle onto your bedroll, barely fitting the two of you. He is spooning you from behind, his hands settling on your belly. “Do you know what I love about fantasies?” He whispers, a hand going under your shirt. Shaking your head, you wait for him to answer. “The only limit is our imaginations. I cannot wait to discover what we can create together, my beauty. But I do know this,” he presses a kiss to your neck. “It will be magnificent.”

You hum softly, your eyes growing heavier by the second. “And discover the effects of certain stimuli on such things, love.” You tease as you drift off to sleep.

When you wake the next morning, you find yourself alone. He must be making breakfast for everyone. As you sit up, you see a note where Gale was laying the night before. A mischievous grin appears on your face while you read its contents.

My darling,

I very much look forward to our further experiments regarding the effects of specific battle-related stimuli on my desire and hopefully, yours as well.

All my love and devotion,

Gale

[essektheylyss]

Honestly, it is so funny remembering that Annabeth Chase's literal, stated, canonical fatal flaw is hubris.

Rick Riordan was like, "This clever, neurodivergent preteen girl believes that she is smarter than the gods, and she will get the chance to prove herself right," and he was correct. 😌