#WANDER THE NIGHT

[aroaessidhe]

aro & ace books: aroace boys/men

in some of these it's explored significantly, in others it's only vaguely/briefly implied!

Sailing By Orion’s Star - historical trilogy, 3 aroace MCs

The Stones Stay Silent - high fantasy

Fallen Thorns - urban fantasy/paranormal

The Wolf Among The Wild Hunt - dark fantasy

The Siren The Song and The Spy - YA fantasy, one of various MCs (in book 2)

Wander The Night - urban fantasy

Lord of the Empty Isles - scifi/fantasy

Sinners - dark fantasy duology

The Dragon of Ynys - fantasy

Royal Rescue - high fantasy

City of Exile - high fantasy series, one of many MCs (other aspec chars too)

The Loudest Silence - YA contemporary, 1 of 2 MCs

See also: Rick, The Rhythm of My Soul, Party of Fools, The Chronicles of Nerezia

#aspec books / aspec database / tumblr masterpost

[creative-aces]

WANDER THE NIGHT

Have you heard about aro ace author Sydney Cobb? Well, we have one artful book for you! 

The fey can’t lie, but secrets never die.

Robin Goodfellow is at home in a world of chaos, and there is plenty while serving in the Green Court of Faerie, a place of veiled magical deceit, and fickle immortal kings and queens.

When it is discovered a servant is the rightful successor to the throne, Robin's kingdom faces falling apart as a dangerous invading land prepares to steal the heir for their own cruel ends. In order to save the secret prince he helped raise, Robin must rebel against everything he has ever known.

To come out alive, he will have to take action and sacrifice every false identity he’s ever created. Because who he really is—beyond the trickster persona and under the hilarious wit and sarcasm—easily could be more valuable and feared to his power-hungry enemies than to himself. Treacherous adventures, deadly consequences, and powerful truths that cannot be unspoken push the bonds between friends and family alike to their lethal limits, but will they break?

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[aspeccharactersoftheday]

Robin Goodfellow from Wander the Night is aromantic asexual!

[fandomsandkittens]

New Book Review

Wander the Night by Sydney Cobb 100/10 ⭐️

(Mild Spoilers so read at your own risk)

Wander the Night is a modern day sequel to A Midsummer Night’s Dream by William Shakespeare. What makes this book special to me is that the cast is full of familiar characters we know and love from the Shakespeare play. Also to my surprise, there are even characters from over plays that make an appearance or are mentioned throughout the story. This book has a fun, action-packed plot that keeps you on the edge of your seat until the very end.

Now to the main reason I read this book: Robin Goodfellow is aroace. Even though he never uses the actual word on page, his orientation is heavily implied from the very first chapter. I also applaud Cobb for her use of aroace symbolism throughout the story in both subtle and obvious ways.

When talking of romance, Robin is asked what team he’s on. He states he is “not on a team.”

Robin (for reasons I won’t give due to spoilers) gives Kavi a black ring that he immediately puts on his right middle finger.

Robin is no good at sword fighting but is skilled with arrows (get it? aro?). He was even the real Robin Hood.

Throughout the book, Robin has to hide out with various female characters and even has to share a bed with a few of them. There was no awkwardness at all. He just went to sleep. I appreciated that.

He also obviously gets uncomfortable when people flirt with him or make romantic jokes. Robin always acts disgusted and says he doesn’t understand romance. The people in his life, especially Oberon, know this and accept him for who he is.

Wander the Night is a great book that has wonderful aroace representation. I highly recommend it to any fantasy/Shakespeare lover.

[mienar]

the wandering painter, part one

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[allastoredeer]

Someone on Twitter said they're scared of deer because deer will just stare at you for a long time before bounding away and, well, this was the first thing that came time mind.

RIP Angel Dust. He's never going to get a midnight snack ever again.

[4the11th]

MEN who eat you out like his life depends on it ! ( figuratively and literally )

He's fingering you so harshly as his tongue and lips work their magic on your clit, the combination being more than enough to send your moans bouncing off the walls in high volume. He could go on for HOURS just devouring your cunt. He's so addicted to your taste that he needs it 24/7—all he wants to do is please you, overstimulate you until you become a sobbing and moaning mess. He absolutely loves it when you start screaming out in complete bliss. The way you squirm and frantically grab onto the locks of his hair in a attempts to pull him even closer as if it was possible, gosh how he adores the sight of that so much. When he looks up even for a mere split second, he's in awe at the sight of you falling deeper into the depths of pleasure all because of him.

—♡ wanderer, scaramouche, childe/tartaglia, dottore, capitano, pierro, alhaitham, cyno, kaeya, abyss!aether, itto, heizou, wriothesley, neuvillette, + ur faves !! <3

@4the11th est. 2024 ★ do not copy, plagiarize, translate, etc.

[sticcmann]

Hehehahaha

[huxyafepwa]

I love them very much ♡

[alexmurison]

Well that has just been the most ridiculous couple of hours of my life witnessing the most beautiful, vibrant and mesmerising Aurora Borealis literally a 5 minute walk from my front door.

[aroaessidhe]

read in 2023: fey (or fey-adjacent)

That Self-Same Metal

Desdemona And The Deep

Hamra and the Jungle of Memories

Wander The Night

Road of the Lost

Unseelie

The Buried and the Bound

The Faerie Hounds of York

The Story of the Hundred Promises

[creative-aces]

Absolutely had to share this review from James W. Wright!

5 out of 5 stars absolutely incredible!!!

Most of my thoughts surrounding the book is just screaming, in the absolute best way ever. I find it very hard to stay engaged with a book, but this one had me hooked from the beginning and I never wanted to put it down. I discovered the book during a huge midsummer night's dream hyperfixation and I instantly wanted to read it, especially as an aroace person who's favorite character from midsummer is Puck. I love this book so much and cannot recommend it enough. The plot and twists were incredible and the characterization was so fun. The worldbuilding was fantastic and I truly felt almost transported to the worlds described, even as someone who cannot visualize. I love this book so much and can't wait to read it again!!

Get your own copy of paperback, ebook, or preorder the hardcover version today!

[sofiaruelle]

Another commission for the lovely, @flowerandthesongstress of Sam, Sebastian and Abigail enjoying the afternoon sun.

The companion piece.

my commissions are Open!

[qingxin-dream]

“Whiskey”

summary | he likes this side of you. vulnerable. honest. eager to please. who is he to deny you in your time of need?

warnings | not proofread, profanity, possessive, smut [18+, MDNI], dubcon, female-bodied reader, reader wears a skirt, lots of teasing, edging/orgasm denial, overstimulation, grinding/panty-fucking, degradation + praise, rough sex, a sprinkle of dacryphilia, creampie

genre | smut (happy valentine’s day❤️‍🔥)

word count | 2k

pairing | wanderer x reader

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𝓗umans are truly fascinating.

There’s this innate sense of wonder in those reflective violet eyes of his—one which begs to be satisfied. You can tell just by the way he looks at you with an imperceptible quiver of his soft lips that he may be debating on lashing you with another sarcastic remark.

You find yourself more enamored by the possibility the puppet might be persuaded to throw caution into the wind and finally give you that taste of him you’ve been so obviously craving. The slight aroma of whiskey piques his interest further.

After all, alcohol has a tendency to remove a human’s superficial barriers in expressing their true thoughts. Some even claim it to be an aphrodisiac.

Wanderer’s mouth curls up in amusement, enjoying the predicament you have presented before him.

Here you are, his precious little companion who guards her heart with awkward excuses and shy apologies, all tangled up with him against the wall. If you were a bit more sober, he’d delight in your typical reply—a small shriek of embarrassment followed by a deep, pink flush of your whole face.

This time, however, you are the one to plead for his touch.

“Scara… I mean, W-Wanderer,” you whine into his collarbone, beginning to grip his white robe just above his belt. You liked feeling the contours of his body, but not openly. No, you’ve tortured yourself with a game of accidental touches and fleeting brushes of skin. Every time it’s as if you get another piece of the puzzle to his silhouette, sparking your imagination as to what the full picture might look like.

“What? A little alcohol and you can barely call me by my name,” Wanderer muses in a low tone, his hand drifting to the dip of your waist where it perfectly slots into your form. His other hand is presently preoccupied, nearly pinned to the wall behind him and fingers lazily intertwined with yours. “I never cared for titles anyway, but… Master has a nice ring to it.”

“Dick,” you curse instinctively, rolling your eyes. Your displeased scoff trickles over his sensitive collarbone. Out of spite, you seriously consider sinking your teeth into his neck to leave a bruised mark on his pretty skin.

Archons, you don’t even recognize your own impulse anymore.

“Not yet,” he tuts, unable to resist the smug grin tugging at the corner of his lips. The hand on your waist slips away, taking his warmth with it. Wanderer leans in close enough so your noses are nearly touching, a newfound fire in his eyes. He waits a beat, his words drawn out in a slow, breathy whisper in an attempt to mask his own desperation. “I want you to cum all over my fingers first.”

The puppet’s eyes are trained on you like a predatory hawk, reveling in all the ways your body responds as he hooks his fingers on the hem of your underwear, yanking it down just below your skirt. Before you can protest, his long, slender fingers dipped into your needy hole, dragging your wet slick towards your clit to lubricate your folds for him.

Your knees practically buckle on the spot with a little cry of pleasure and surprise. Blissfully unaware, you whimper and try to lean in further to silently beg for some semblance of affection. Something to keep your mind from reeling like crazy. Even just a kiss will do. As much as you hate him for reading you like a book so often, you couldn’t be more turned on by his willingness to indulge you.

Merely the thought of his cock filling you to the brim has your hole fluttering with anticipation and he’s only touched you once.

“Mm, it’s so good,” you whimper with need, slowly bucking your hips in rhythm with his fingers circling your clit. When you have the strength to open your eyes again, Wanderer is marveling at your delectable expression. Within seconds, he captures your lips in a gentle kiss that burns like a candle—patiently but passionately.

A soft moan escapes you, swallowed eagerly by Wanderer’s tongue slipping into your mouth. He wants to hear it again, though the sound of his fingers in your pussy is a close second. He grunts with a bit of laughter as a particularly delicious thought crosses his mind. The puppet keeps rubbing your puffy clit at a steady pace, occasionally slipping two fingers barely at your entrance.

The instant his fingers teased your core, you melted into him, chasing after that sensation once more. “Oh my god… it’s so fucking hot. Please…”

“Please what, baby?” Wanderer coaxes you with a tender but playful undertone, feigning innocence to your question. He quiets you with a few more decadent kisses, maintaining that pressure-building pleasure concentrated on your clit.

You struggle to maintain what little composure you have left. You’re trying your damnedest to be good for him, but you can’t help the shaky whine purring deep in your throat. It takes you a moment to gather the courage to say it. “F-fuck me. Please.”

“Mhmm,” he moans freely and heavily onto your lips, nodding into another kiss with excitement. The puppet hears you. He knows you are beginning to feel a wave swelling in your lower stomach at his ministrations, ready to crest over in a magnificent release. “But what if I want you to cum all over your panties, hm? I want you to earn it first.”

Wanderer pumps the tips of his fingers into you just to bring you closer to the edge before quickly returning to your overly-sensitive nub. You can’t take it anymore, you’ll do anything to convince him otherwise. Biting your lower lip, you mewl, “Why don’t you cum in them instead? I-I just need to feel you…”

He chuckles lightheartedly at you, finding your desperate state to be cute. The glassy look in your eyes as if you could cry at any moment is the cherry on top. Perhaps he is feeling merciful today. You yelp with surprise when the puppet replaces his index and middle finger with the wet slap of his cock against your pink folds, grinding it between them.

“Fuck, yes,” sighing heavily, you relax against Wanderer, sucking in a breath with each thrust of his tip that reaches your entrance. You’ve completely surrendered to the intoxicating image of his cock pushing into your tight hole, cursing under your breath. All your needy moans are his for the taking, swirling his tongue against yours in a steamy exchange.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, it’s pathetic,” the puppet chuckles, but his words are hardly degrading. Rather, his low baritone is steeped with lust. Without warning, he removes your panties entirely to lift you by your hips, pressing your back flush to the wall and sheathing the leaking tip of his cock inside your warmth repeatedly. “Is this what you wanted? Huh?”

“A-ah!” your mouth forms an ‘o’ shape at your lover’s unexpected but very much welcome intrusion, looking down at how your pussy is taking him in by the inch. There’s already a ring of fluids beginning to gather around his tip. “Yes, mm, please… more. Fuck.”

A snicker resounds from his throat as he slowly sinks himself into you, watching with utter fascination as you struggle to adjust to his girth. Cooing sweet nothings into the shell of your ear, Wanderer shifts so that you’re pressed to the wall entirely by his pelvis. Your spongy walls flutter and throb around his thick length, spurring him to grab your face firmly by the jaw. “You’re doing so good for me, baby. Look at you, so pretty for me. Kiss me.”

Little did you know that the sweet relief of his plush lips on yours was but a distraction. While you wrapped your arms around his neck, Wanderer slides his cock out to your wet entrance, fucking just the tip inside you. The moment you began to show signs of protest, he plunged deep into your pussy with an audible smack of skin. You let out a cracked yelp.

“What was that, baby?” he moans into your mouth teasingly, a hand squeezing lightly on your jugular. It was just enough to make you a little dizzy and drunk on his cock. That much was evident as the puppet pulls out for the umpteenth time to overstimulate your hole.

“I-I…” you stutter out breathlessly, clinging to him like your life depended on it. Your mind was empty. Only the tantalizing sensation of his cock dragging against your walls could make your world turn once more.

With a sinister giggle, Wanderer silences with you with another sloppy kiss. When he buries his cock into you abruptly this time, you babble incoherent nonsense about cumming. He takes advantage of it, thrusting his hips at a fast pace and practically fucking you into the wall.

“Yeah? You wanna cum? Fuck… you’re gripping me so tight,” his voice morphs into a hiss as he attempts to delay his own impending orgasm. Your head rolls back in ecstasy, on the brink of release as Wanderer drills your cunt wildly, ripping loud moans from your parched throat.

Just as you were hurtled toward the precipice of your orgasm, Wanderer lifted you off of his cock and the pressure in your stomach dissipated. The emptiness inside your walls was unbearable. Marching into the bedroom, he positions your ass up on the bed and immediately splits your pussy open with his throbbing cock again and again.

“Shit, shit, yes. I fucking love it. I love you so much,” you growl into a pillow raggedly, a dreamy, fucked-out look in your eyes as he pounds into you.

The puppet yanks the pillow out from underneath you, wrapping your hair around his fist so he can make sure you don’t dare stifle your praise and moans from him. “You fucking like that? Being my little cocksleeve, yeah? Lemme hear you say it, baby. Mine… all mine.”

You are completely dazed by Wanderer’s cock fucking you as if he wanted to make a permanent impression of his curve in your soft pussy. He was ready to pump you full of his cum. His fingers tighten on your hair slightly, and you’re reminded that you were given a command. “Mm, mhmm! Y-yours…”

“My what?” he presses further, mesmerized by the ripple of your skin every time he thrusts into you from behind. His hand smacks your ass as a warning.

“Y-your cocksleeve!” you blurt out with tears beginning to pool in the corners of your eyes. The overstimulation at this point is the perfect concoction of pain and pleasure, driving you to the edge. Your eyes start to roll back a little, succumbing to the hypnotic sensation of his veiny cock burying itself in your core.

Wanderer releases your hair, possessively planting his hands over your hips to deepen his thrusts. “And what do good cocksleeves do?”

“T-take… your cum… a-ah, fuck. That’s it. That’s it. I’m gonna cum!” you reply with the last remaining ounce of your willpower. Your entirely body tenses and spasms with pleasure as a litany of profanities and prayers spill from your lips. You’ve never had an orgasm as intense as this, you can’t control your own bodily response.

Wanderer immediately pulls you in, his muscular chest pressed to your back, cooing and shushing you gently as he succumbs to his own orgasm. You can vividly feel his cock pulsating inside your warmth, spurting hot, thick ropes of his seed across your gummy walls. “That’s okay, cum for me, baby. I love you so fucking much, yeah. Shhh…”

The room is filled with heavy breaths and the smell of sex. Your lover’s grip never falters. Instead, the puppet gently kisses the crook between your neck and shoulder.

“I’ll take care of you. I promise. You’re my good girl.”

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[kyoukorpse]

how the last few weeks at work have been going tbh

[teawithghosts]

I may be reaching corn plate levels here but I do like thinking about the music player in Silco's office.

Silco turning The Last Drop into a nightclub coincides with the general consensus that Young Silco was one for dancing his heart out.

Yet it's hard for me to picture Present Silco having much joy left in him to dance.

But maybe some nights when the horrors are quiet enough he clicks it on and allows himself to let loose for a moment before it all gets a bit too nostalgic. Especially when dancing alone.