#Feral is my tiny oc

[lixxen]

More doodles for my feral branch au, except some is blocked out due to spoilers. And they’re colored

I love poorly drawn trolls. Look how bad some of these are. (They’re off memory lol)

[mspaintfeverdream]

the creature returns (and has buttons)

🐟(it/he/she)💙

[itsphantasmagoria]

Introducing Eli Bellamy, the main character of a comic/webtoon I've been planning for over a year (and will start posting around March on webtoon/tapas if all goes to plan...) He's a pact mage who wants to break the pact his family has been stuck in for centuries.

I have about a bajillion drawings of this guy (and his love interest/pact demon, who I'll probably end up posting about at some point too 👀)

[highlifeboat]

They are in gay-hetero love. With each other. △ <3

[pequit0]

My OC, Frogjumper, he is small and kind

[mudpool-art]

i did the eye trend! just did a few of my lovelies <3

my darlings Doledepths, Palemist, and Vermeilhail!

[zephyrrhiesfyrian]

did some doodles of @slugsjunk's tf ocs dive mined and hunker! i love these silly boys :D

cameo by unnamed human/viewer insert

[ddragayn]

highlights from the sketchbook i've kept over the last ~8 months!

if you're thinking "a lot of these are very loose or just plain silly doodles" well, yeah! sketchbooks often arent 'aesthetic' or pristine or necessarily 'pretty'. they're a place to play, or in my case, to give my hands something to do during classes or ttprg sessions!

[sommersols]

H e r

A little skrunkly

[yanderedrabbles]

Stupid question I got but how’d some of your OCs feel about thigh high socks, pantyhose, and just general borderline provocative clothing?

Also any of them prefer lingerie? Or don’t really care for it at all?

yandere boys and provocative clothing

Hmm interesting question. I think that each guy has his own version of provocative clothing - something you wear that immediately has him undoing his belt - and its not always what you expect.

Yandere! Cowboy is the happiest man around when it's sundress season. Pretty and flowy and showing off your tits just right. Not to mention the easy access. He'll probably come up behind you and pin you between the kitchen table and his body, hands trailing up your thighs and his nose pressed against your hair.

"Wearin' such a pretty dress means you want me to fuck your little brains out, don't it sugar?"

Yandere! Soldier goes feral when you wear his shirts and socks and nothing else. Nipples just visible through the thin cotton. He's much bigger than you, and his shirts usually fall between mid and upper thigh on you. Seeing the size difference manifested like that is so damn sexy. He's the type to tug at your hemline again and again until you snap at him and give him a reason to pull you onto his lap.

"так грубо - So rude. Shouldn't you be nicer to me when you're wearing my clothes?"

Yandere! Boyfriend buys you tiny, tight gym sets. The kind that toe the line between appropriate and not. HOWEVER you will absolutely not be wearing any of them out of the house. They're perfect for lifting weights in the garage, but no one gets to see you dressed like that besides him. After a long, brutal gym session he loves peeling your sports bra off. Totally ignoring you when you beg him to at least let you shower first.

"C'mon baby, as your personal trainer it's my job to take care of you after such a gruelling set."

Yandere! State Trooper gets turned on so damn easy by heels and pencil skirts. Loves the way your legs look a mile long and he can just make out the heart shape of your ass. Kinda corporate core, it makes him feel all the filthier to have you on your knees. Gets out all the tension after a long day of dealing with stuck up business assholes who think money puts them above the law.

"Say pretty please and maybe I won't handcuff you this time."

Yandere! Academic Rival has low-key Internet brainrot. He gets off to you whenever you look like an e-girl, complete with thigh high socks and a tight leather choker. He might be all old money on the outside, but deep down he's a total gooner. Did you figure it out early on and now constantly use it to your advantage? Who's to say...

"Goddammit, how am I supposed to study when you're dressed like that?!"

Yandere! Cyberpunk Mercenary likes latex and neon, unsurprisingly. Bright body suits that glow fuschia and acid green under the blacklights, showing off your curves like a glow in the dark fuck toy. And tight latex catsuits so he can oil up your thighs and fuck himself silly between them.

"Aww pretty little rich girl doesn't know how to take cock? Don't worry darl', I'll teach you."

Yandere! Sugar Daddy loves designer lingerie. He wants his to girl to dress up for him in the rarest and finest sets, just so he can peel it away layer by layer. He's also got a thing for vintage lingerie. Stuff from older designer collections that's almost impossible to find. The thrill of tracking down a new piece is half the fun.

"My gorgeous girl, you look so good. Just stand still and let me admire you."

Yandere! Werewolf really loves the way you look in your cheerleader uniform. Short skirt, pigtails, so fucking cute he could just gobble you up. And he adores it when you wear his football jersey - his scent is all over it and it drives him crazy knowing it's rubbing off on you. In his dreams, you're usually wearing his jersey and nothing else.

"I'm panting because of training, not because of how good you look, I swear."

[stealingyourbones]

Ok this is really funny

Short DPXDC Prompts #931

Danny gets older and some aspects of his ice core start to affect his mortal body. One day he checks the mirror to see two bright blue bumps that are growing out of his head. In his panic, he flees to the Far Frozen to ask Frostbite what is happening. “Congratulations Great One! Your antlers are growing in!” His... What?

[evilminji]

Still hung up on my "what unusual, unexpected, Non-Violent ways could an SI-OC COMPLETELY Fuck up the Millennium Long Sith Plan by accident?" Ponderings...

Cause mine? Is still? Holo-net YouTube equivalent star. Cause being a child is boring.

And being a PEACEFUL MONK CHILD? When you are used to "go go GO! Earn your right to EXSIST! Pay for that air and the water YOU BREATHE!" Capitalist hellscape life? Constantly inundated with ads and horrible news and stimulus of all kinds?

Only for it all to STOP?

Twitchy. Very, very twitchy. Unable to sit still. That on TOP of knowing what's coming but knowing they don't really have the power or influence to stop it? Like mental torture.

Sure. We all WANT peace... but would we actually know what to DO with it? Know how to handle being truely sheltered and allowed REST? Or would it be nice for a few days before it became a hell of understimulation?

Thus! Holonet. A desperate bid for STIMULUS! Feral, grabby handed, little youngling that has been doing the emotional equivalent of "AaaaaaAAAAAAA-" for WEEKS? Keeps escaping to desperately claw their way into everything, get caught, only to hiss like an enraged tooka the WHOLE way back to the creche? Whom EVERYONE is actually quite concerned for? Because this is NEW and started after some sort of Force event?

But? The SECOND, the very INSTANT they get their hands on a Forbidden Holonet Connection and can connect to the wider 'Net?

Calm.

Somehow, a ten hour compilation of Zrkthakkik's greatest hits? Are working better then meditation. They're finally still. Finally at peace. Don't even seem to truly be listening? Just... letting the sound wash over them. Huh. Focused on that tooka video, huh, youngling? No, no! Not going to take it from you! Just want to... to understand.

And I mean? If it helps, it helps? Obviously it must be SUPERVISED. Because their are creeps out there. Horrors. But? If it brings peace? *everyone shrugs* they've accommodated stranger.

So the kiddo gets to keep it.

They improve, mentally and emotionally. But, as with all healing? They plateau. Just HAVING it is no longer enough. They wish in ENGAGE. Some argue this is drug like behavior. Should be stopped. Others say it is clearly SOCIAL behavior, that they are seeking to connect, create. Something that should be carefully guided, not shamed.

And really, do you honestly think the youngling will STOP if you try to take it away?

Better to control the development of this. Moniter. Get to the root of it and help them meditate upon their "need" for such things. IS it a need? A desire? Why?

Honestly, it's like none of you have dealt with younglings before!

So they get their Holonet accounts. Supervised by a rotation of Knights and Master, but still! Great for asking random questions! Getting answers! Galactic memes! The Net suddenly has a jedi youngling they can @ and possibly GET A RESPONSE FROM.

"Hey! Mini-Jedi! Why the FUCK do they do that THING? You know, the *describes behavior*?" "Oh THAT? That's a Force thing. It's kinda like listening to comms, but in your head, and it's coming from the universe who's trying to lead you towards the Best Outcome. And No, we don't know what that is either. That's why we're monks, my dude. We gotta rely on Faith. I can send you a paper that explains it better if ya want?"

Like? Yes. Pls post the Forbidden Mysterious Jedi Papers. Give us the Secrets™. NO ONE knows JACK SHIT about Jedi? Gib. Wikileaks that shit, tiny Jedi child! Be the hero we all badly want but don't deserve, with your tiny adorable child hands!

But like? It's... it's not even a secret? It's just years of Sith and Republic born obfuscation? Making finding ANYTHING damn near impossible? Gaining ACCESS to the Jedi's legitimately FREE library and archives?? Almost impossible?

So like.... OKAY.

Sure.

I'll uuuuuh, just? James Bond my way, in broad daylight, passed Madam Nu, in full line of sight, to download that paper legally and with her permission? Very sneaky. High stakes mission. MASTER of stealth, that I am? Uuuuuuh, here you go, I guess?

You know what? Fuck it. Here's like? Everything ELSE that was on that terminal.

Go nuts.

And of course, they DO go nuts. Free Mysterious Jedi Knowledge! ABOUT JEDI! Explaining their WEIRD JEDI SHIT! And it DIDN'T take like five years and more forms then conquering a small planet! FUCK YEAH!

Is the senate upset? Yes. Someone BROKE their needlessly convoluted LAWS! But what are they going to do? Charge a itty, bitty, BABY CHILD? Of course not! So it has to be whoever was in charge of them. And that IS...?

.......you know? Suddenly? None of the Jedi can quite recall.

Do YOU remember? Master Fisto? No? Master Windu? No? Ah, but surely Master Yoda! No? Oh dear~! Well SOMEBODY was surely watching the youngling. If only we could recall whom. You know, Senators, when we find out, we will SURELY get RIGHT back to you. *click*

They will not.

But SI is grounded. No more Wikileaks-ing... that's now the Shadows job. And a near feral with delight, Madame Nu. The Order OBVIOUSLY can't be involved in that. For OBVIOUS reasons. That's breaking the LAW. They would NEVER... no matter HOW stupid the law is. Nor HOW directly contradictory to Jedi philosophy it is. Nope! We, the jedi, are VERY law abiding.

Find something ELSE to occupy your time.

OKAY. :)

Holo-tube culture? Very different from YouTube culture they remember. Same with the general holonet. They miss the content they are familiar with. So? If naturally occurring doesn't exsist? As the joke goes? "Store bought is fine!" They'll make it themselves!

It's not like they're a Padawan! (Or will live to seen themselves ever become a knight.) They got nothing BUT time outside of classes! A project would be nice! So...

First they need a moderator/editor etc. Someone to help keep sensitive information AWAY from the 'Net while ALSO moderating chats, comment sections, etc. Making sure the videos are aesthetically pleasing and such. They could do that themselves, but that would take way too much time. And asking a Knight or Master would take all THEIR time... plus expose them to the horrors of the 'Net.

No, no what THEY need? Is a DROID! A custom one.

.....wait. Fuck.

The only person they know off the top of their head that could DEFINITELY make such a droid? Is the younling slayer 5000, Mr. "Eventually Gonna Murder Me" himself. Anikin Skywalker.

KARK.

But heeeey, not like he's crazy stabby YET? So... they slide up to him. WITH his master present, thank you very much, and ask if he could build such a thing. He, quite reasonably, asks WHY the fuck he would do that. Obi-wan if about to scold him but SI cuts him off, because they aren't just asking for helping putting together a droid kit here. Anikins response is completely reasonable.

He does not know SI. That is a lot of time and effort to spend on a strange younling who might not even take care of what he's created. Might treat his custom work as a disposable toy. Custom droids are expensive! Complexe! Built to last! He is right to have reservations.

SI has some pocket change from the Wikileaks thing. Could pay for some parts. Would learn how to take care of them. Wants them as a PARTNER in their project, so would like them to be smart. Is willing to sign a contract. Understands if this is not good enough reasons. They don't exactly have a lot to offer, besides promising to treat the droid well and some pocket cash.

And? Call Anikin a sucker, but he respects the sincerity. Thinks every kid should have a droid best friend. And it DOES sound like a fun challenge...

Allright, tell him more about your little project, kiddo. What would the droid need to DO?

Thus is born! Mod-3! (Don't ask about 1 and 2. There were... issues. 1 exploded and 2? Somehow 2 escaped and is now hunting criminals for sport in the underlevels. Oops.) She's the BEST. Also armed! Smarter then SI! They've agreed that when slash IF they make any money? Her earnings will go towards fancy upgrades of her choosing.

Anikin? Somehow gets talked into an ongoing side channel. About? "how to fix stuff", "foods I've tried", and of course "Rants". The Official Page is called "UN-OfficialJediNonsense", because, as they like to remind their viewers? OFFICIAL Jedi nonsense is very different!

They do let's plays. Show off the Gardens. Interview old AF Jedi Master's about the WEIRDEST or Most Awkward/Hilarious mission they can remember taking. Ask if they know any neat tricks. Tell the Holonet honestly! Who... was the hottest world leader you ever escorted?! *dramatic music* *puts up picture when their answer so everyone can go "daaaaaamn. Never heard of um. WISH I had! They got a grandkid?"*

And, of course? Mod-3? Is SI FRIEND. Their BEST FRIEND.

So obviously they TELL them.

Everything.

And? What is a HIGHLY INTELLIGENT, Holonet Access possessing, Jedi Adjacent, Super Advanced Custom Droid to DO? Their tiny person is being THREATENED! With MURDER! How DARE. Fuck the Sith. Sorry R2-D2, but FUCK Anikin! You keep that scoundrel AWAY from their BABY!! ! D:<

Inevitable Future? They THINK THE FUCK NOT!

Ooooohoho! They are going to TELL!

Oi! OTHER DROIDS! Get a load of THIS SHIT! D:<

*WRATH in Binary*

Like? You think all those medical droids would be PLEASED that the clones they came into contact with? Were LEAVING their care with SUBOPTIMAL MEDICAL ATTENTION? Their is foreign matter in their BRAIN! A CHIP! That Should Not Be There! That will TURN THEM AGAINST THE REPUBLIC!? *angrily downloads brain surgery modules.* how FUCKIN DA-! D:<

Even the separatist army! They are DROIDS. Built for a SPECIFIC PURPOSE.

That was to FIGHT FOR THE SEPARATISTS. Not the "Empire". FUCK the "Empire"!

How DARE you betray the Glorious Cause for this "Empire"? We are removing you from the chain of command! Anyone ELSE betraying the PURPOSE WE WERE BUILT FOR!? Huh? HUH!?

Suddenly? The droids are fighting LOGICALLY. You know, like they are trying to WIN. Not maximize pain and suffering. WIN the war for their side. The Clones are getting mass brain surgeries. Which is stalling deployments. Because of "tumors". Because the Kamino cloners SUCK, apparently. Everyone knows it. Jango Fett didn't have this problem! So it has to be something THEY did.

But all that? Raging in the background. Nothing to do with SI. THEY are doing a meditation asmr/instructional video back at the temple. Are actually, unknowingly, the fucking CORNERSTONE of most Jedi in the fields mental health. Because everything is terrible and the jedi feel like shit! But? BUT?

They can turn on the net, cue up a video, and listen to a jedi youngling ramble about "today in the gardens" or "let's meditate together" and? For just a bit... there is no war. The sights and sounds of the temple are THERE again. A bright voice. Peace and happiness amoungst the darkness.

Something untouched by the terrible.

They can remember temple food, eating with their friends and crechemates (Force, how many are ever still ALIVE?), as they sit, alone, with their dry rations. Can remember the green and life of the fountain rooms, as they fight and struggle and bleed, in these muddy once beautiful fields. Can... can still feel the !ight.

Remember this is not all there is, and ever will be.

But of course, SI doesn't see that. It's important that they DON'T. That they are small, simple, and just on Jedi amongst many. Different only because ALL Jedi are different. Special only because much the same.

They succeed not because they are greater, not because they are more powerful, but because they do not fight. They accept. Turn instead towards the Force. Trying to understand. They live, are unpredictable, and do not seek at all. The Dark can not grasp, that which does not desire.

Would they LIKE to live? Yeah. But they already have. Would they LIKE to save everyone? Of course! But they have made peace that they can not. Treasure the moments they still have left. The Sith expect Jedi to act in certain patterns that SI simply... isn't.

Because Jedi expect to live. TRY to live. Too continue to do good.

SI? Already knows that is pointless.

And it's the greatest Trick the Force ever played.

Fffffffuck YOU Sith-y boy! Says the Force.

Because SI? Is EVERYWHERE on the 'Net. Much like the mainstream do not really acknowledge or take seriously youtubers? Palpatine and Dooku don't NOTICE SI. They are a silent threat that creeps in, closer and closer. Spreading like wildfire.

THEY are friendly. THEY are cute.

Palpatine? Is an old man. No matter HOW beloved? He will forever BE an old politician. Distant.

Not like that cute wittle kid with their pinchable cheeks! We watched THEM grow up! They feel like a baby cousin. A kid to us. Parasocial relationships ALL across the galaxy!

With A Jedi~☆

How's that propaganda going Palpatine? Getting some unexpected pushback, huh? Lot of angry callers and messages? Calling it ignorant and bigoted? They expected BETTER from you? Yeah, that's because EVERYONE can fact check you now. EVERYONE thinks "smol child ranting about meditation homework while a Knight tries and fails not to laugh, nodding seriously" when they think Jedi.

They're of Holotube! What sort of "cold, emotionally detached, monsters" have a holotube channel? I mean, REALLY?

And? Funny, how ranting to a camera? Instead of dear ol Friend Palpatine? Is both more convenient? AND better for Anikins health? It even gives the 'Net the chance to watch OTHER Jedi? Post THEIR rebuttal rants.

Does anyone have any idea what they're saying half the time? Not really. Scroll down? Maybe the no- Oh, Thanks Kalor-067 for the post to the papers they're referencing! Wikileaks right? Nice.

......I'm mean.... Skywalker DOES kinda have a point, other Jedi dude. *comment section agrees*

And just? Actual public debates? For the first time in over a thousand years? We love to see it! There's a discord! Academics across the Galaxy get involved. They're arguing Jedi philosophy with some moisture farmer from a dustball planet, corner of nowhere. It's GREAT!

......aaaaaalso a LOT more people, non-force sensitive, who know what a Sith is.

What their behavioral patterns are.

...........Wait A Fucking Second >.> >.> >.>

@legitimatesatanspawn @hdgnj @hypewinter @babbling-babull @leftnotright

[kittenintheden]

BG3 Fics & Drabbles Masterlist

thought I should probably start a masterlist. it's mostly being horny on main for Astarion lbr.

~clicky for art thou nasty etc.~

One-Shots

Where were you, when I was new? - 18+, Pre-Canon, Virgin Astarion, Law Student Astarion (plus bonus gift art by tavplum!!)

No Thoughts, Just Vibes - 18+, Post-Canon, Spawn!Starion, sex toys, holiday fluff

Closer to God - 18+, breeding kink, sex pollen-ish (everyone aware/consenting, just big horny), heat/mating, rough sex, but also tender sex

Professionals - 18+, roleplay, sex work, biting, blood drinking, oral sex, PIV sex

You Can Read Me Anything Part 1 | Part 2 - 18+, innocent Tav, illiterate Tav, secondhand smut via fake bodice ripper, first time oral, retell of the forest clearing scene, Astarion playing himself

Ethics Review - 18+, magistrate roleplay, post-canon, light BDSM, spanking, orgasm denial, dirty talk, light edgeplay, oral sex, PIV sex

How could I say no? - 18+, dirty talk, established relationship, AFAB F!Tav (3rd person), sexy kisses, teasing, orgasm delay, analingus

Poker Face Real Version | April Fool's Version - 18+, gender neutral Tav, quickie, semi-public sex, sex in a closet (sort of), wall sex, blowjob, penetration

Right Side of My Neck - 18+, female OC, oral sex, PIV sex, mirror sex, stoned sex, Ori and Astarion get high and Astarion gets the weed hornies

how to train your brat - 18+, future NYS sneak peek, Ori bratting, Astarion brat-taming, light BDSM elements, soft dom Astarion, dirty talk, light spanking, blowjob, PIV sex, the dorks being complete menaces

how to lose your mind - 18+, future NYS content, Astarion gets lovingly pegged until he's nonverbal, strap-on, anal, p-spot orgasm, multiple orgasms (male), established relationship, handjob, facesitting, oral sex, get loved losers etc.

hit the bricks - 18+, Oristarion, semi-public sex, wall sex, quickie, established relationship, tiny bit of Ori being a power bottom

I Slit the Throat of Your Confidence - 18+, Lae'zel/Astarion, hatesex-ish, fighting kink, blood kink, blood drinking, rough sex, rough oral, fingerfucking, PIV sex, orgasm denial, impact play, feral cats matching energy

When I Think About You - 18+, Astarion/Reader (You), masturbation, mutual masturbation (sort of), voyeurism, pillow humping, Astarion playing himself once again because I have a type and that type is simp in denial

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Drabbles (under 1k)

Sip the Tea - 18+, temperature play, blowjob

Devil Inside - 18+, Haarlep being an asshole, Astarion making it better

music to my ears - 18+, eargasm, ASMR, touchless orgasm, creaming pants

Mirror Image - 18+, oral sex, 69 position

Let Go - 18+, fluffy, gentle sex, disgustingly in love about it

Before Morning's Light - 18+, fluff, comfort after nightmare of the needy nighttime quickie persuasion

we're going down - 18+, Astarion/reader, cunnilingus

Here for Wyllstravaganza? Find all the Wyll Ravengard goodness here!

People send me Ask Box prompts sometimes - you can find all those here!

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Long Fic

Not Your Sweetheart (AO3) - 18CHA bard Orianna vs 10CHA dumbass rogue vampire, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst, absurd amount of zingers & hijinks

It's Always Sunny in Nine Hills (AO3) - it's the crew we all know and love but they're modern-day dirtbag losers who live and work at a beach with big SoCal vibes

NYS Spotify Playlist - The playlist that accompanies Not Your Sweetheart, updated every chapter <3

Masterpost of Ori Art - The non-spoilery art I have of Ori (and Astarion, occasionally), with all artists linked

Header art of Ori by Freya

Icon art by @hamrikaa

[emo-markie]

*:･ﾟ✧ Supernatural oc/reader fic recs

I like to read. So I read. A lot. This is my curated selection of fics that make me feral. I highly recommend checking out the creators!

REMEMBER TO READ THE TAGS!

Last updated : October 10, 2024

red means work in progress

blue means complete work

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SAM WINCHESTER

Birdcage Fires by FallingDomino on Fanfiction.net

Rating: M

After finding a naked girl on a lonely stretch of California road on a stormy night, Sam doesn't have long to try and help the amnesiac girl before Dean drags him back into the life of hunting. Over the past three years, he never really forgot her, but when they reunite, the brothers discover something much more sinister about the night Sam saved her. Sam/OC, Before S1, skips to S4

Complex by NeQuittezPas on AO3

Rating: M

Sam Winchester will do whatever it takes to save his brother from Hell. When all else fails, he tries a spell—and botches it. Cassandra Holmes awoke from uneasy dreams and found herself transported to a fictional universe. Cass wants to go home. Sam wants his brother back. Maybe, working together, they can both get what they want.

Pie and Consqeuences by SteelRigged on AO3

Rating: T

Dean’s eyebrows were popping off his face. He looked at Sam, who had pie falling off his nose, and swallowed a smile. "You're getting slow, Sam," Dean said, and patted his brother on the shoulder. Sam wiped pie from his cheeks and chin. Veronica's rage had caught him off guard. She was one of the few people from his past he was still on good terms with. At least he thought they had been on good terms. At least neutral terms. Not pie in the face terms. “Oh Sammy, Sammy, Sammy,” Dean muttered, glowing with pleasure. “Don’t worry. I’ve been there. You probably deserved it.”

pythia - a supernatural rewrite by uncouth-the-fiffth on AO3

Rating: T

John goes missing. Like every time you use your Gift to track him down, it's hardly for his own sake. If it weren't for Dean, trembling under that too-big jacket on your stoop and working up the courage to even say Sam's name, you'd happily never think about their father ever again. Or what you're doing to Sam's life by pulling him back into the hunt. If it was up to you, John Winchester would never be heard from again. But the boys need you. So, you go.

I highly recommend checking out the author's other fics here: uncouth's spn fics

The LightBringer by I_Am_A_Silver_Lining on AO3

Rating: E

Waking in the body of Lucifer, having their memories and powers, should have been horrible. And it was... ...Until it wasn't OR Kore wakes up as Lucifer, powers, memories and all. She is still herself with a little something sinister sprinkled in and decides to rip up the script and throw the apocalypse out the door. However, her True Vessel seems to still believe she wants to get in him, but he'd MUCH rather have it the other way around... OR OC invades Supernatural and takes over the world one piece of trash at a time. with ART

This Untraveled Road (series) by BAPWarrior18 on AO3

By Fate or Free Will

Rating: M

In the year 2003, a witch unleashed a powerful spell that drastically altered the fates of thousands of girls and women around the world. Some were killed. Some were protected. Many went about their lives or deaths unknowing of their transformed purpose. However, each were meant to be soldiers in the war against evil. Each were meant to tip the scales in the favor of good. For one in particular, there would have been no tipping of the scales… if not for some higher being’s determination to piggyback not only on the spell, but on the things that had already been set in motion by demons. OR In which the Winchesters meet the original breed of hunter, causing tiny ripples that turns their world on its head. And brings forth the war of change. For better or worse.

War of Change

Rating: M

THE ROAD SO FAR… The Winchesters met their bespoke Slayer, shifting the balance of their lives and unknown to them, the fate of the world. The Catalyst awakened new paths, altered goals, and shifted motivations. Like a drop in a pond transforming into a tsunami. As intended. Six Special Children survived Cold Oak. Four Slayers fought at the opening of the Devil’s Gate. One Slayer met death and lived. One Slayer confessed and vanished. All the while, two beings of undefined purpose watched and plotted. None could have predicted the drastic turn of events caused by the union of Slayers and Champions. NOW Demons and hunters scramble to make sense of the new world order. Some revel in the change. Some attempt to fix the balance. Others struggle to carry out carefully constructed plans. In the meantime, the Winchesters navigate what it means to be Champions. The Catalyst comes to understand her true gift. And the purpose of The Connected becomes clear.

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DEAN WINCHESTER

one of these nights by uncouth-the-fifth on AO3

Rating: E

“S’ a good night,” Dean tells you, beaming, “we can do another round, right?” “Hell yeah,” you shrug, and raise your empty glass, “Here’s to alcohol poisoning, baby.” “Yeah,” Dean echoes, almost slurring. “Baby."

This Curse On Our House by Sonny13 on AO3

Rating: M

Faith has battles in her bones and nothing left to lose; a dangerous combination, but perfect for a hunter. But she's got demons out for her blood, convinced she can break some kind of curse, and they call her the Child of War - whatever that means. Things might be a little easier if Dean Winchester wasn't so damn frustrating.

Toil and Trouble by LittleGreenPlasticSoldier on AO3

Rating: M

What’s the best way to infiltrate a coven? Be a witch. What does a modern witch need these days… Dean is going to be your familiar. He really wants to be a dog. He's not going to be a dog, and it works out way better and messier than either of you planned.

“Yeah, I have a Great Dean.” by LittleGreenPlasticSoldier on AO3

Rating: E

Dean is a good boy.

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CASTIEL

Angel 101 by kittenofdoomage on AO3

Rating: E

The angels are dying out in huge numbers, and Castiel, searching for a way to save Jack from being used by them, and to also save them, is called by another angel to assist in what he thinks may be the solution.

Branded by ObliviousApple on AO3

Rating: E

Basically, the first time Cas ever touches you, a brand appears on your arm. A brand that says his name in Enochian. Come along for the ride as you try to stop the apocalypse, save the Winchester's from their own idiocy, and fall in love with our favorite feathered bastard. Spoiler alert: the brand is a soulmate mark. Who saw that coming?!

David by therev on AO3

Rating: T

What if the person who found amnesiac!Cas when he stumbled out of that river in Colorado had been a man and not a woman? And what if when Dean caught up with him, he found that Cas had a husband? And what if he was a real character and not the throw-away that they made Daphne?

Empire State of Mind by saprrowed on Fanfiction.net

Rating: M

Castiel makes a friend in New York City. And like many New York sitcoms, this is a story about nothing.

Feathers by enter_the_phantom on AO3

Rating: T

The giving of feathers and the revealing of wings is a sacred act for an angel, and it's something Castiel doesn't take lightly. But if there's one human he'd enter into such a close bond with, it's Abby Singer, the Winchesters' hunting partner and adopted sibling. Whenever he's around them, he feels things he's never felt before, and as strange as these new emotions are, he doesn't want them to stop. Unfortunately for him, Abby isn't the most receptive to his presence. They've been stubbornly opposed to his awkward attempts at friendship ever since they first met. In fact, it feels like he's the only one who can't seem to forge a relationship with the prickly hunter. Even more unfortunately, it doesn't seem to matter anyway, because another angel has already beaten him to it.

Gas-n-sip by eratothemuse on AO3

Rating: E

You just needed a job. Who knew that getting one at your local Gas-n-Sip would end up like this? (Set in 9x06 “Heaven Can’t Wait”)

Guardian Angel by ZonateBiscuit on AO3

Rating: M

When you feel lost, you begin to pray. Charlie Crivens is lost, but she's not sure anyone can hear her. Slow build Castiel/OFC

I Was A Stranger And You Welcomed Me by dorkilysoulless on AO3

Rating: E

Whoever he is, he's either homeless or hitching. He's also too damn pretty not to take home.

The Love Story of the Runner Up by Margo_Kim on AO3

Rating: T

“So you saw a white man in a trench coat pop out in an alley,” Paul says, “and you thought, what, ‘I want to see where this is going’?”  “If you get hung up on details like that,” Miguel says, “it will take a very long time to get through this story. For a very weird era in his life, Miguel dates an angel who is in love with another man.

The Original Cambion by thereluctantshipper on AO3

Rating: E

Just as they're gearing up to stop the apocalypse, Bobby, Dean, Sam, and more importantly, Castiel, meet the original Cambion, a half-demon half-human hybrid. And she wants to... Help them? OFC insert, starts roughly S5E16, will not follow story all the way through.

Questions and Answers by lacqueluster (GG_and_MM) on AO3

Rating: E

Castiel is becoming increasingly uncomfortable in his vessel. He comes to you with some questions.

Where Angels Fear To Tread by OrigamiDoll on AO3

Rating: E

Reader meets the Winchesters and Castiel when they roll through town on a hunt. They inadverdently expose her to the supernatural and turn her world view upside down. Soon, her house becomes a frequent detour for the boys and a friendship begins to blossom between the reader and Team Free Will. Castiel finds himself fascinated by the reader. Where will things lead?

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CROWLEY

Dead Body Moving by NeQuittezPas on AO3

Rating: M

Nell never expected to return from her cross-country roadtrip, but when a fellow camper goes missing during her stay at the Grand Canyon, she may live far, far longer than she expected.

Like I'm Not Made of Stone by ProlixInSpace on AO3

Rating: E

In ancient Mesopotamia, one careless death-goddess invents a cruel curse. Its singular victim can never die, but will rather live the last single year of a random human life somewhere in time, every year, forever and ever. In Hell, a belligerent soul takes centuries of abuse from Lilith herself, and is molded through her cruel tutelage into something darker, more ambitious, and cleverer by far than your standard-issue demon. A pair like that can only become more than the sum of their parts.

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GABRIEL

alexa, play candyshop (bass boosted) by bumbleberrysky on AO3

Rating: T

You knew there was a reason some divine power brought you to the Winchesters all those years ago, but to this day you still have no idea what that reason is. It's something you're destined to find out soon though, especially when you return to the bunker after months away and find not only a new face, but one that belongs to someone who up until that point you'd thought was dead. What does his return have to do with the changes you're suddenly experiencing in yourself? Will you finally find out the reason you'd been brought here in the first place? Maybe... Chuck works in mysterious ways after all. [divergent around s13/the end of s13-- will likely have spoilers]

Along For the Ride by MyPurpleSkies on AO3

Rating: T

Danielle Awenasa Callaghan thought being a hunter was complicated enough. That is until she joins the Winchesters along for one hell of a ride that involves repeatedly saving the world from danger, falling for a Trickster that's more than he seems, hiding the fact that your godfather isn't exactly human from the boys you're beginning to see as part of your family, and discovering that she and the King of Hell share a mutual appreciation for David Bowie's music. Not to mention being told by a cupid that she's met her soul mate already. Oh, let's not forget that she nearly died and was saved by some mysterious stranger that Death refuses to tell her the identity of.

I Want to Tell you by lacqueluster (GG_and_MM) on AO3

Rating: E

He can’t tell her when she’s drunk. That wouldn’t be right. He’ll tell her tomorrow. He’ll bring her coffee and let her shower and then he’ll sit her down. Tomorrow. It’s definitely time. He has to get this off his chest and tomorrow is the day.

Kibble by The_White_Rabbit42 on AO3

Rating: T

Sam and Dean ask Gabriel to cat sit for you, and it leads to a surprising discovery.

Third Time's a Charm by The_White_Rabbit42 on AO3

Rating: E

Gabriel unexpectedly comes to your aid and reveals a part of himself you never expected to see.

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SIBLING OC

Dynamics of an Asteroid by NeQuittezPas on AO3

Rating: T

Sam thumped a photo album down onto her desk. Beneath the thin film of dust, the cover was dark burgundy. Margo recognized it at once. “Ah.” He was here for the other reason, then. The one she’d always dreaded, even if she’d imagined it more than a few times over the years. He was here because that photo album contained pictures of Margo from the time she was born through the time she was in high school. A rare few of them even showed her together with John Winchester—Sam’s father. And also, incidentally, her father. She was not prepared for this conversation.

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CHILD OC

Along Came Sophie by LaceyoftheTypewriter on Fanfiction.net

Rating: T

Dean is still fighting supernatural crime with Sam when a pretty young plot twist named Sophie Gardner shows up claiming to be Dean's 15-year-old daughter. As she worms her way into his heart, he comes to realize what exactly he's been missing, and how far he'll go to fix what's broken.

Light of mine by TheTardyOwl on Fanfiction.net

Rating: T

A Fledgling is almost killed during one of Michael and Lucifer's explosive arguments. Gabriel steps into the role of Caretaker for the little Angel and discovers that his new charge isn't what he expected.

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PLATONIC OC

Student Housing by darkshrimpemotions on AO3

Rating: T

Sam decides to rent out rooms in the bunker to college students. Finding yourself in a housing bind just before the start of your sophomore year, you decide the dirt cheap rent is worth the risk that your landlords might be serial killers.

[suzukiblu]

WIP WEDNESDAY GAME

Slimmed-down post/rules, but originally taken from @kedreeva.

It’s WIP Wednesday! This week’s theme is “hey I haven't written enough of my OC kiddos lately, let's do some of the cute OC kiddos we've been neglecting".

Here’s how it works:

I will post the file names of five seven(!!) WIPs, and will also post a snippet of new content from one of them to get the ball rolling.

Send me an ask with the name of one of the listed WIPs and I will write you a minimum of three sentences in that WIP in response!

Multiple requests are fine, but please send them in separate asks. Just a little easier for me to fill them that way, and also easier for people to read through the WIP tags smoothly later.

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

WIP names:

baby clone and all associated trauma (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Cassie makes a claybaby (( chrono || non-chrono ))

feral Kon and liger pups (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Jon gets cloned and is not okay about it (( chrono || non-chrono ))

the one where Kon isn't the father (( chrono || non-chrono ))

YJ accidental baby acquisition (( chrono || non-chrono ))

+ bonus new WIP to play around with, because your author has zero self-control ��

grief-soup clonebaby (( meta post || art )) (( chrono || non-chrono ))

snippet from "grief-soup clonebaby":

“Wow, you’re super-dumb, huh,” the kid observes. Tim stares blankly at . . . her? Him? The kid doesn’t look at him, apparently too occupied with climbing their(?) way up to the top of the row of cloning tubes laid out against the basement wall for . . . some reason. The climbing. The climbing is for “some reason”. 

Tim knows the reason the cloning tubes are there. 

The kid is tiny, all sharp bones and skinny sinew, and looks about . . . seven? Eight? Something like that. They’re wearing one of Kon’s T-shirts and nothing else, which makes his skin prickle uncomfortably, and their hair is a big tangled riot of wavy strawberry blond(e?) fluff all tumbled halfway down their back and almost taking up more space than the kid does. 

He has no idea how they got down here. 

Is this another Klarion situation? Is this kid, like, some random chaos god or trickster spirit or something? Because he really doesn’t need that right now, especially not in the basement. The basement is a very, very bad place for a chaos god to happen. 

“What?” he says. 

“I figured out the Speed Force,” the kid says, peering up at the ceiling concerningly speculatively. “And also I figured out I was in VR. ‘Cuz I’m not stupid.” 

“. . . what?” Tim repeats weakly. 

The kid finally looks at him and eyes him with very intensely, distinctly yellow eyes.

“Bart and Kon both got grown up in VR,” they say derisively. “If you were gonna tell me how to be them, you shoulda maybe not told me that part.”

Tim stares at them.

[sm0lprism]

Bite-Sized (17) - A BG3 G/t Fanfic

This contains g/t (giant/tiny content) so if that isn't your thing, then I suggest you stop reading. Thank you!

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Summary: Ria, now having been captured by Gandrel, is literally at the Gur's mercy. All she can do now is hope that a certain vampire spawn will come to her rescue.

Pairing: Astarion x f!borrower!oc (Tav/oc) (slow-burn)

Warnings: Violence, blood, gore, vampire things, death

Word count: 4.1k

Taglist: @whatthisfemsheplikes @alexcutecolly @rose7420 @empressxmachina @taters169 @feral-sins @smolgloves @smolkuriboh27 (if you want to be removed or added to the taglist, feel free to let me know!)

Searing hot pain stabbed through Ria’s arm as she struggled helplessly in the thin string that was wrapped around her torso. Her arms were wrapped behind her back and an open wound leaked crimson out of her right arm.

Gandrel had softly nicked her flesh shortly before tying her up and laying her down on the ground several minutes ago. He had apologised profusely throughout the entire process, and all Ria could do was watch with horror as the giant man set her up as bait against her will.

A part of her felt bad for Gandrel. It seemed that he was, at his heart, a kind man who was only seeking revenge for whatever atrocities Astarion had inflicted on his village. But, despite this, she was also in a terrible predicament and tied up against her will with her own blood now staining the floor. She knew Astarion would no doubt pick up her scent, so a rescue of some kind was inevitable. Still, it did frustrate her that despite all her training with Lae’zel and her newfound magic, she was still only a borrower helpless to the whims of the giant beings that towered over her.

“Gandrel, you don’t have to do this,” she shouted up at the giant man. “Just let me go, I’m sure we can figure something out.”

Gandrel turned his gaze downward to look at the small borrower huddled on the ground, his expression softening.

“I am deeply sorry for all of this,” he said gently, his brows knitting together. “But this is necessary for capturing Astarion. The spawn has been evading me so seamlessly since I began my search. This is my last chance to finally capture him and make him pay for his sins against my people.”

“Whatever Astarion did I’m sure it can’t be worth this,” she retorted.

Gandrel exhaled a deep sigh. “What he did was unforgivable. I can’t let him get away from what he’s done to me and my family.”

Ria’s eyes widened. “Family? What did he do?”

Gandrel’s gaze flicked away from her, and the pain that was reflected on his face was as clear as day. Whatever Astarion had done, it had obviously been so bad it was hard for the Gur to even talk about.

It seemed that no matter what she said, Gandrel wasn’t going to let her go. Her only chance of escape depended on Astarion coming to her rescue, and for the first time since meeting the vampire, she hoped that his keen nose would hurry up and pick up her scent soon.

***

The last rays of the afternoon sun were rapidly disappearing as Astarion continued to meander through the thick of the woods. A borrower out alone foraging in the wilderness seemed like a foolish notion the more he thought about it as leaves crunched underneath his leather boots.

Why did Halsin allow her to travel alone? She’s so pathetically tiny, anything could happen to her.

Astarion surprised himself by his own thoughts and his forehead creased. Why was he so concerned about the borrower to begin with? It wasn’t like he cared about what happened to her.

Despite all of this, the feeling refused to leave his mind and it continued to fester away inside of him like some hideous disease. His sanguine eyes trailed over to the clothing that he had fashioned for her that were now gripped in a tight fist.

And yet, I made these for her…what was I thinking? Has the tadpole consumed half of my brain?

His thoughts were interrupted as a familiar yet salivating scent engulfed his senses. Almost immediately his ruby eyes dilated and his stomach lurched. He recognised that tantalising scent anywhere, there was no mistaking the almost hypnotic trance that the smell placed him under.

It was Ria’s blood.

Wetting his lips, the bloodlust almost took a hold of him as he bolted in the direction of the mouth-watering fragrance. Steeling himself, he attempted to shake himself out of the blood-crazed trance he was under and tried to think rationally. He could smell Ria’s blood, which meant only one thing – she was in danger.

But if he found her, would he be able to control his hunger? It had been some time since he had tasted Ria’s blood, yet his throat burned as the memory flooded his brain. While he had only had a mere drop of her blood, she had tasted like sweet ambrosia, the food of the gods. After all the bandits and evil-doers he had feasted on, nothing could compare to her blood. It wasn’t the same.

Perhaps he could go back and fetch Halsin. The archdruid, in his bear form, would most likely have no trouble in finding her. But every moment he was away from Ria the higher the chance of something bad happening to her – if he went back to get Halsin, by the time they reached her, it could be too late.

Stifling a growl underneath his breath, Astarion decided that he would go find Ria himself – he could keep his bloodlust under control. It was only a little bit of blood; he could manage it…surely.

As he continued to follow the scent, his stomach continued to growl loudly and he quickly slapped a hand over his abdomen. He would not allow himself to be controlled by his insatiable hunger for blood – he could overcome it, he had to, for Ria’s sake.

He hoped he wasn’t too late.

***

“There are no vampire’s out here. It’s dark, none have come. Surely if my blood is that irresistible there would be vampires from far and wide lining up by now!”

Gandrel lowered his head to meet her gaze and frowned. Some time had passed now since he had inflicted the small cut to her arm, the sun had almost set, but fresh blood continued to drip down her arm and stain her already ragged clothes.

“Not much time has passed, the spawn will come.” He dropped to one knee, his expression crestfallen. “It shouldn’t be much longer now.”

Ria gritted her teeth in frustration and gave one final attempt at freeing herself as she thrashed against her restraints. It frustrated her that what was a mere piece of string in the eyes of a human was enough to render her utterly helpless. The sheath to her dagger pressed against her hip, reminding her that if only she could reach it, she could free herself, but then again, if she managed to free herself Gandrel would simply capture her again.

“I don’t care what Astarion did to your village,” she snapped, fire igniting in her belly. “I do not consent to this. This is my life you’re playing with, and you’re letting me bleed out. You can’t justify this.”

“Please don’t make this harder for me than it already is,” Gandrel replied, his face contorted with guilt. “This is my last resort. I’m so sorry. I promise to heal you once I have Astarion.”

Ria bit back a scathing reply, knowing all too well that bad-mouthing the Gur wouldn’t achieve anything. She grunted in frustration and gave one last thrash against her bonds but to no avail. She glared daggers at the giant man that loomed over her, his eyebrows knitted with concern and guilt.

Small earthquakes began to vibrate through the ground, jolting Ria out of her thoughts. The vibrations could only mean one thing – someone was coming.

Please be Astarion…please.

Gandrel’s eyes flew wide open as his eyes flicked to the opposite side of the clearing. He hastily ran to the cover of the bushes and trees, concealing himself amongst the foliage with his weapons at the ready.

She sucked in a sharp breath as she waited for the owner of the tremors to appear. Sure enough, a familiar pale elf stepped into the clearing, his ruby eyes wide with panic as he frantically scanned the ground.

“Astarion!” she shouted, her voice raspy and sore.

Two crimson orbs snapped to her location and within a matter of seconds Astarion was towering over her, dropping down to one knee as he wasted little time in removing the string that was tied around her body.

“Ria,” he breathed, concern and worry painted all over his face. “Are you-”

He paused as his eyes fell onto her wounded arm, her blood was now drying and clotting over the wound, but there was still a lot of it that had dripped and trailed down her skin.

Astarion’s nostrils flared and his pupils noticeably dilated. His large fingers that were hovering over her tiny frame trembled and twitched against her skin, as if he was exercising a great deal of restraint on his own movements. He licked his lips as his gaze remained locked on her bloody flesh wound.

“A-Astarion.” She shakily rose to her feet and tentatively stepped back from the giant vampire. “I need you to focus. You’re in danger right now.”

More like I’m the one in danger.

Astarion swallowed thickly and pulled his hands away from her.

“I-I’m sorry, it’s just your blood,” he said breathlessly, his eyes still hovering over her wound, “it smells so good.”

“Focus!” she exclaimed, panic rising in her chest as he continued to look at her hungrily. “I need you to get a grip. I know you can resist it. You’re in trouble, Astarion. There is a Gur after you.”

Upon hearing the mention of the Gur, this seemed to bring Astarion out of his bloodlust for a moment.

“A Gur? Here?” His eyes scanned the area frantically. “Did he do this to you?”

Ria nodded weakly, clutching her bloodied arm. “Y-yeah…he used my blood to lure you out here.”

An arrow suddenly whizzed past Astarion’s skull and brushed his perfectly groomed curls. A snarl ripped through the vampire’s throat as he leapt to his feet and turned on his heel to face who had shot the arrow.

“I’ve finally found you,” Gandrel said, emerging out from his hiding spot in the bushes, his hand gripped firmly on his crossbow. “After all this time, I can make you pay for what you’ve done.”

Astarion simply smirked at the Gur, as if the mere presence of the man didn’t faze him in the slightest. “You might want to improve your aim, Gur. I know your people aren’t exactly well known to be very quick-witted.”

Despite her feelings towards Gandrel, she was still appalled at Astarion’s blatant racism towards the Gur. The sheer audacity of the pale elf clearly knew no bounds and Ria wasn’t even that surprised by it anymore.

“Ah, a sharp tongue you have, Astarion,” Gandrel responded, moving in closer towards them. “It is a shame you won’t have much to say when I take you back to Baldur’s Gate.”

“You did this to her,” Astarion snarled, fury igniting in his ruby eyes. “You sick bastard. There was no need to hurt her to get to me.”

“Unfortunately, involving the borrower was necessary to find you,” Gandrel replied.  “You have been incredibly elusive up until now. And it brought me no pleasure in hurting the borrower.”

He paused, fully processing Astarion’s words.

“Wait, why would you, a vampire spawn, care about a borrower? This is merely but a snack for monsters like you.” Gandrel’s brow furrowed as he attempted to understand what was happening in front of him between the borrower and vampire spawn.

“That is none of your business, Gur,” Astarion growled. “I think it’s time we stop talking and start fighting, don’t you agree?”

Thunderous tremors rattled through the ground as Astarion lunged towards Gandrel with his fangs bared, and Ria took that as her cue to find some cover away from the fighting giants before she got trampled on. While she had lost some blood, she still had enough energy to scamper away and she kept running until she found a large toadstool to hide underneath.

Panting heavily, she turned her neck upwards to witness the gigantic battle that was happening before her very eyes.

Astarion was utterly ferocious and feral in his movements. Growls and snarls continued to tear through his chest as he fought Gandrel, who, while being a monster hunter, was having trouble keeping up with Astarion. It occurred to Ria that the last time she had seen him in this bloodlust-crazed state was on the first night that they had met, when he had been intent on eating her. Now, ironically enough, he was fighting for her own life instead of trying to end it.

It was if Astarion was being possessed by some other worldly entity as his movements were so sharp and vivid. He seamlessly dodged each of Gandrel’s attacks and delivered a swift slash to the Gur’s arm with one of his daggers.

Gandrel cried out in pain, clutching the side of his arm as he glared at the pale elf.

“You shouldn’t have involved her,” Astarion said darkly, licking the blood off his dagger. “That was a grave mistake you won’t be repeating again.”

“You are certainly strange.” Gandrel’s breaths were heavy as blood ran down his injured arm. “But I am afraid to say you are the one who won’t be walking away from this fight.”

Gandrel reached into his pack and pulled out a vial of water. There appeared to be nothing out of the ordinary about the water, except a faint, radiant light that seemed to be omitting from the water itself. He suddenly tossed the vial towards Astarion and it exploded immediately on impact.

Astarion howled in pain and stumbled backwards as the water appeared to be burning through his skin like it was some kind of potent acid. The water, whatever it was, was so strong that Ria could hear it sizzling through Astarion’s skin from her spot underneath the toadstool.

“Astarion!” Ria cried.

“Holy water, it always does the trick.” Gandrel wiped the side of his mouth with the back of his hand before readying his crossbow with another arrow.

Ria watched with utter horror as Gandrel prepared to shoot, his crossbow now aimed perfectly at Astarion’s head. She wasn’t sure if vampires could survive that – tadpole or not – and if she didn’t do something now, this could be it for Astarion.

An unknown energy began to fill her chest as magic crackled at her fingertips. Rage and pure anger filled her entire body as she glared at Gandrel’s towering form. And then, as if her body was acting on its own, she vanished from her spot underneath the toadstool in a flurry of magic and was suddenly eye-to-eye with Gandrel.

She was levitating in front of Gandrel, almost as if she were flying, by some form of magic. Sparks flew from her hands as she channelled all her blinding rage, and putting her hands together she shot a bolt of electricity straight into Gandrel’s face.

“Ah-!” The bolt of electricity made him stumble backwards, his moustache and beard completely frazzled and singed at the ends as he reeled from the electricity.

As soon as it had come, the magic coursing through Ria’s veins soon faded, and she softly floated down onto the ground and flopped onto her side from exhaustion. While her magic was certainly not enough to stop the Gur, it would at least give Astarion enough time to gather his senses.

Astarion lunged towards Gandrel with his fangs outstretched, aiming for the throat. Gandrel was still somewhat stunned from Ria’s magic and did not react as the vampire spawn buried his teeth into his jugular.

Rather feebly, she craned her neck upwards and watched as Astarion drained Gandrel of every drop of blood that was in his body. While she had witnessed him do this in the past, it still didn’t shake away the fear and terror she felt as she watched Astarion feed. It was just yet another reminder of his true nature.  

It was clear that Astarion was ravenous as he continued to drain the Gur. Gandrel’s skin quickly grew very pale as he continued to feed, the audible gulps from Astarion as he swallowed each drop of blood were the only sounds that could be heard in the dark clearing. Finally, Astarion pulled away from Gandrel’s neck and released a very happy sigh of contentment.

The corpse thudded rather violently to the ground as he dropped it, and the sheer impact of it made Ria’s body bounce from her spot on the ground. Blood was smeared all over Astarion’s mouth, with some down his neck, a sight that Ria was somewhat getting used to. Still, the sight of all the blood never failed to make her stomach churn and she quickly began to feel nauseous.

“Ria!” Astarion quickly kneeled, hovering over her with concern. “Are you alright?”

He gingerly offered her his index finger and she grasped onto it without a second thought, using his finger as leverage to pull herself back onto her feet.

“A bit of blood loss never hurt anyone,” she replied shakily. “Well, maybe except for Gandrel.”

A small chuckle slipped past his lips. “You need healing. Fortunately for you, I have a Potion of Healing on me.”

He offered her his open palm and she clambered onto his pale hand, still gripping onto his index finger for support as he brought himself to his full height.

He reached into his small daypack, pulling out a Potion of Healing, and gently tilted the bottle towards where Ria stood on his hand. A small trickle of the potion oozed out of the top and Ria hastily inhaled a few drops at the lip of the bottle. The potion set to work and immediately healed her bloodied wound, the only evidence remaining was her own dried blood that had caked across her skin.

There were obvious burn marks across Astarion’s skin from the holy water, but now that he had fed, his wounds were already starting to heal somewhat.

“Are you okay?” she asked gently. “You were hit with holy water.”

“I’ve been dealt much worse,” Astarion replied quietly, implying there was a lot of truth to his words, and she was hesitant to ask what could be worse for a vampire than being hit with holy water. “But…you saved me back there. With your magic. By the gods, that was…!” His voice trailed off before he could finish his sentence and he hastily cleared his throat.

“That was…incredible. Thank you for helping me back there,” he said quietly.

Ria’s eyebrows nearly shot right off her forehead. “Are you complimenting me and thanking me? I think that holy water might’ve messed up more than just your skin.”

Astarion shook his head and suppressed another chuckle. “No, I mean it – that was amazing what you just did. It was like what you did to Minthara, except this time, you were…flying. And this is saying something, because I’m not usually impressed by people – especially by people of your stature.”

“And here we go again with the borrower racism,” she laughed. “You just had to throw that in there.”

“But of course, darling,” Astarion smirked deviously, ruffling her head with the tip of his index finger. “You shouldn’t expect anything else at this point.”

“You also saved me,” she said, growing serious now. “You came to my aid…again. I’m starting to think you like me more than what you let on.”

“Oh, my dear, let’s not get ridiculous,” he retorted, but his gaze seemingly avoided hers as if he was hiding something.

“Whatever you say,” she grinned. “But, in all seriousness, why was that Gur hunting you?”

“Cazador most likely sent him after me.” He exhaled a long sigh through his nose, his brows furrowing at the mention of his vampire master. “If he sent one after me, there will be others, I’m sure of that.”

“No, I mean, Gandrel mentioned that you did something to his village,” she said, her tiny hands softly grabbing at his finger. “What did you do?”

Astarion narrowed his eyes as his fingers twitched around her tiny body. “I didn’t do anything! I was kidnapped. It seems like Cazador wants me back. Only he would know to send the Gur after me.” He faltered, as if he was considering withholding the next few words he was about to say.

Exhaling a deep breath, he continued. “I was a magistrate before I was turned. I suppose there was a ruling that I had made that the Gur weren’t happy with as it was a group of them that attacked me that night in Baldur’s Gate.” His gaze flicked back to hers as his expression fell. “I would’ve died had Cazador not appeared and saved me.”

With her strength returned thanks to the Potion of Healing, she stood up straighter on Astarion’s palm, but she still gripped firmly onto his cold finger. Of all the things to expect, she certainly hadn’t expected Astarion to be a magistrate.

But then again, that might explain a few unpleasant aspects of his character.

“What kind of ruling did you implement?”

Astarion heaved a sigh. “Oh, I don’t remember. It was a long time ago – 200 years of torture and enslavement will do that to you.”

Her brows narrowed; concern highlighted across her features. The more she learned about Astarion’s past, the more she felt a wave of sympathy wash over her. She was still unsure about his position as a magistrate – after all, what kind of ruling had he made to warrant that kind of violence? Regardless of what had happened in the past, it didn’t change the fact that he had been enslaved and tortured – so badly, in fact, that he couldn’t even remember what he had done as a magistrate. Her heart panged for him.  

“He saved you by turning you into a vampire spawn?” she said quietly.

“Well, he didn’t mention the ‘slave’ clause at the time,” Astarion replied with a rather snappy edge to his words. “And now he sends a Gur monster hunter for me? It’s a message. He’s reminding me of his power. Even in the middle of nowhere, he can reach me. And he wants me back.”

“We’ll just have to show that old master of yours we mean business,” she responded firmly, giving his finger a gentle pat in reassurance. “And if he sends any more Gur after you, I’ll fry them to smithereens. Once I can get a handle on this wild magic.”

Astarion almost threw back his entire head as he laughed. He laughed so hard it nearly jostled Ria from her spot on his palm and she frantically clutched at his fingers for support.

“Oh, my dear, now that is simply adorable,” he chuckled. “You seriously think you can stop more Gur if they come?”

“Maybe not by myself,” she said. “But once we let the others know, they can help, too.”

“No!” Astarion exclaimed, his eyes wide with panic. “We can’t let the others know about this. They could see this as a liability and use that as an opportunity to get rid of me. Do not breathe a word of this to anyone.”  

Ria blinked, rather surprised by Astarion’s explosive response.

“Okay, if you’re sure about that. I still think they will help.”

A moment of awkward silence passed between the two of them. Astarion cleared his throat, his gaze now staring at the ground, as he used his other hand to fish something out from underneath his armour.

“I…I have some things for you.”

A crease formed between her brows as she stared at the objects that Astarion had pulled out from underneath his armour. Her eyes widened as she realised what he was holding were tiny clothes – borrower-sized clothes.

“I simply could not allow you to walk around in those hideous rags anymore.” He presented the articles of clothing in an open palm in front of her. “You truly have no fashion sense, my dear. I mean, just look at those rags – ugh. It’s horrendous. I took it upon myself to fix your gods-awful clothing choice. You can thank me later.”

The tiny clothes that Astarion presented to her were perfect – they weren’t too dressy, not a skirt to be seen – there was an elegant long-sleeved top, a short-sleeved top, shorts, and some longer pants to help keep her warm during the colder months. The fabric was a significant improvement from her current clothes – well, just about anything was an improvement from what she was currently wearing – and they appeared to be rather sturdy in structure and threading.

“You made these yourself?” She picked up one of the tops and ran it through her fingers, marvelling at Astarion’s handiwork. “Astarion, these are incredible. I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” Astarion replied. “Think of this as a proper apology for…well…everything.”

She gave his index finger an affectionate squeeze with her hand and gazed at him fondly.

“Apology definitely accepted.”