even if you don’t play DnD definitely go see honor among thieves; it’s super fun and well-done and accessible to people who’ve never played. if you want a slightly enhanced experience, do what I did an go with folks who do play, and ask them some of their favorite settings, character types, creatures, or tropes on the way over so you can be delighted when you recognize something.
fish hello!!! im back :D i have returned, hopefully properly. everything has been so fucking busy and it is the WORST i need time with the gay people in my phone again ‼️
i'm not sure if you're still taking requests (and if not that's perfectly fine! i know you've already got your hands full as is with so many prompts) but if you ever have the time or interest, perhaps i might request Ye Old Elezen Hubs + Hien + Zenos with a strong fem WoL who unintentionally flexes? Like. They take their shirt off: flex. They pick up a box: flex. They get out of a primal fight with the sleeves torn to shit because Flex. Lyse may or may not have called them Swol Wol once.
.... Swole WoL as requested ❤️
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Aymeric
The warrior blinks down at the long rectangular box that Aymeric had set in front of them.
"For me?" They ask, lifting the lid. Inside is a long pair of gloves very much similar to the pair that Aymeric wore himself.
"Gloves?"
Aymeric clears his throat, leaning forward with steepled fingers as he watches them with that intense gaze. "Aye. You did say you liked them, did you not?"
"First a cloak similar to yours, and now gloves as well?" They chuckle. "Are you marking your territory by dressing me in your fashion, good Ser?"
Aymeric ducks his head, lips quirking with his bashful laugh. "Ah, forgive me that. I only thought you might look fetching in them. Are they not to your taste? If not..."
They shake their head and whip off their long sleeved shirt, leaving them only in their sleeveless undershirt— layering was necessary in these cold climes—and pluck a glove from the box to slide up over their hand. The fabric is soft but warm, molding to the curve of their musculature perfectly. They admire the one for a moment, twisting their wrist and bending their arm, and decide to try on the other as well.
A shadow blocks out the light and they look up to find Aymeric intimately close.
"May I?" He asks in a voice pitched low, extending his hands out towards you.
They nod their head, a smile quirking their lips at the flush on his face and the gleam in his eye, and place their hands in his.
Aymeric exhales noisily, and they do not miss the way his hands faintly tremble as he drags his fingers up from theirs, skimming ticklishly at the undersides of their arms before curling over to squeeze at their biceps. The gloves fit to them perfectly, snug, form fitting, and doing much to bring attention to how toned their arms are.
"They...," the Lord Commander's voice cracks and he clears his throat, "They suit you very much."
He has yet to let go. His palms lingering curved over their arms, and fingers still very much kneading at their muscles like a cat with pleasing finery under their paws.
The warrior smiles slow. "I think they require more testing, my lord."
Aymeric's lips part, his tongue darting out to wet them, those blue eyes bright behind unfairly long and pretty lashes. "Do you?"
"Oh yes. Shall we put them to the test?"
...
Estinien
"You call this hard, Estinien?" The warrior teases, laughing.
Estinien grunts from his spot on top of them. "Keep going. I didn't say you could stop."
They sigh, and keep going. Up, down. Up, down. "How much longer?" They ask, a little cheeky. And mayhap just a tad bored.
"Until I say to stop," Estinien replies, his tone of voice telling enough that they were beginning to frustrate him.
The warrior rolls their eyes, sighing. "I'm hardly working up a sweat."
"You want more difficulty?" Estinien grouses. "You can only use one hand now."
They roll their eyes on with even more feeling. "What? Like it's hard?"
Estinien growls. "One finger."
Ok, that was a little more like it. All their focus directed to one point of contact. Their breath coming a little faster. Up, down. Up, down.
"Ok, ok," they huff, laughing a little. "Sorry for continually sassing you, Estinien, but... It's just still too easy."
Estinien sighs, hopping off of the warrior's back. "Fine, enough push ups."
They jump to their feet, stretching out their arms. Estinien stares at them, lingering.
"What?" They ask, smiling.
Estinien presses close, taking their wrists in his hands, and massages up and over their arms.
The warrior hums, groaning low. That felt nice.
Estinien curls his hands around their biceps, his eyes flicking up to stare intently into theirs.
The warrior feels their face flush, and watch as Estinien's face reddens, too.
He clears his throat roughly and steps back.
"It's important to take care of yourself. Massage is very important."
The hero snorts, forcing a light laugh. "Take care of myself? Sounds funny coming from you."
Estinien coughs, muttering something about doing better now with someone's constant nagging.
....
Foulques
"You're a little clumsy, aren't you?" The warrior teases, laughing as they catch Foulques in their arms. A failed dragoon jump that might have made the duskwight lancer eat shite if they hadn't sprung forward in their own more precise jump to catch him just in time.
Foulques stares at them, wide eyed and clearly flustered as he squeezes at their arms. Squeezing, and staring, and lingering overlong. If they didn't know any better, they'd say the lancer was feeling at the muscles in their arms. Just shy of calling it pawing. But that was ridiculous, right?
They help the duskwight lancer find his feet, feeling flustered at his intense, thoughtful stare. What was going on in that head of his?
"Ah," the hero rubs at their neck, very aware of the flexing of muscles in their arms as they rub bashfully at the back of their neck. Foulques' lingering gaze burning into them. "...Want to try that again?"
Foulques eyes them, a peculiar smile tugging his lips, and nods his head.
...They have catch him three more times.
....
Haurchefant
The hero grins, their elbow propped up on the table, hand held open in a ready position. Ready to lock onto the next unfortunate knight who wanted to try their hand at winning an arm wrestling match against the Warrior of Light.
Several knights had already tried and spectacularly failed. Some smart enough to decline, knowing it for what it was. A bit of tomfoolery.
The Lord of Camp Dragonhead takes a seat across from them, smile a malm wide, and places his hand in theirs.
Several knights cheer him on. Other only wince and murmur in sympathy, rubbing at their aching arms, wrists, hands, and elbows.
Haurchefant puts up a good fight, they'll give him that. And he certainly seems to enjoy himself, laughing and breathing heavily and complimenting the hero's muscles.
"Trying to distract me with flattery?" The warrior teases, adjusting their grip and slowly forcing his arm down.
Haurchefant's eyes are very blue, wide and manic with glee as they beat him.
"Again," he breathes.
They stare at him, smiling at how ridiculous he was, and readjust back to the starting position.
This time —just as they're about to pin his arm again —Haurchefant leans across the table and kisses them.
They falter, freezing in fluster, and in their distraction Haurchefant takes advantage. Winning.
They gape at him, dumbfounded at the gall. The audacity. Impressed, but mad about it.
They snatch him by the collar and steal a kiss of their own.
Haurchefant is flushed when they pull away. Starry eyed and practically swooning.
"That was far from a fair win," They say, licking at their lower lip. Haurchefant must be wearing some sort of sweet balm on his lips, they can still taste it.
"Was it not?" Haurchefant grins so adoringly they can almost see flowers floating through the air. Or was that just his knights tossing flower petals in celebration of they two finally kissing?? "Your strength far exceeds my own, my dear. One must use every advantage when dealing with a stronger adversary."
"Oh, you do this with all your opponents?" The hero asks with a snort.
Haurchefant winks. "Only the ones I invite to my chambers," he says, and oh, what a delight to make the warrior of light blush. The hero glancing to the onlooking knights who suddenly pretend to not have heard them by talking amongst themselves. Hahh, they were good people...
"Best two out of three?" The lord says eagerly.
The hero laughs, unable to help but be charmed by him.
...
Urianger
The hero had been caught by surprise as much as Uruanger had as his footwear had caught on a loose stone, sending the scholarly scion stumbling and straight into the warrior's arms.
They catch him, far too steady to be knocked off balance by one almost fall.
"You ok?" They ask as Urianger clings to their arms with tight, grasping fingers and wide golden eyes. His lips part soundlessly, kneading at the muscle there. The usual verbose man struck speechless as his face reddens before their eyes, from cheeks to to eartips.
The hero coughs gently.
Urianger hurriedly straightens, making to move away, only to fall into them again with a wounded sound.
The warrior tsks, sweeping the man up into their arms lest he fall again a third time and injure himself worse. "Sprained your ankle, huh?"
Urianger is clearly flustered. Embarrassed. His muttered, "So it may seem," a little sullen. The red of his blush making the purple markings on his face stand out all the more attractively.
"It happens to the best of us," the hero says, squeezing their arms around him gently in a bid to comfort. "I've got you."
Urianger ducks his head, flustering further. "Indeed. So you do."
....
Hien
"What are you doing?" The hero asks, quirking a brow as Hien grasps at their wrist and bends their arm, pressing himself up to their side as he flexes his other arm and glances between them.
"I am simply wondering," the king of doma says with a twinkle of mischief in his pretty eyes, "just what is it that your muscles are made of that makes you so much stronger than anyone I have ever met?"
The hero snorts, flexing for him and watching the man as he curls a his hand over their bicep and squeezes. His palm is warm, his fingers long and calloused. "I am flesh and blood the same as you."
Hien chuckles, tossing his head, that majestic black hair swishing and tickling against them with the samurai pressed so close. "But you were magnificent and—!"
"—Not a little terrifying?" The warrior says with humor. Repeating words Hien had already said to them. "I get that a lot," they chuckle. "Do you find me intimidating?"
Hien grins. "Oh, undoubtedly. You have a power about you on the battlefield that strikes fear in a man's heart."
The hero lays a hand over his, gazing into his eyes. "How about now? Are you terrified?"
Hien pauses, swallowing as the warrior leans closer, curling his hair in their fingers. "Beyond belief, but... I will not lie by saying it is not all the more thrilling."
The hero smiles and Hien forgets how to breathe as their face draws nearer to his.
...
Zenos
"You've grown stronger, my friend, my enemy," Zenos crows with ecstatic, strangled delight as he is slammed once, twice, three times into the ground, the hero's hand on his throat fairly crushing his windpipe. His blood rushes with excitement and adrenaline, the lack of oxygen not stopping him from feeling magic glee to finally be reunited with his beloved enemy.
The warrior stares him down with bloodthirst in their eyes, as if they could very easily and happily tear his head from his shoulders. Zenos groans throatily, his hands grasping at their arms and kneading. Pulling them in instead of pushing away, as if he wished to goad them on to destroy him.
"I can feel it, my beast," Zenos gasps as their hold on him tightens. "Your hunger has grown... just as much!"
The hero growls at him like they did indeed want to bite down on his jugular, to rip his throat out with their teeth if only to shut him up.
It only makes Zenos smile all the more, laughter wheezing out of him as the hero squeezes.
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ok im gonna ramble about my worldbuilding project hahaha
ive been working on it since i was 16 im pretty sure? and im nowhere near done because ive been reworking it over and over til i got to this point (and im actually very happy with it).
original concepts, i think from 2016?
current concept from the 22nd of this month :)
ive gotten like. way more into birds more than i used to be so they changed from cowboy foxes (literally) to ice age era birdpeople/animals essentially haha, and its taken me A VERY LONG TIME to figure out something i like and theres so many renditions of them (some that are lost to time even) and its just like a big weight taken off my chest since i kept returning to it over and over haha
i dont have much information to release at the moment for it anyways but i also dont want to spoil too much about them EITHER...
