#Spawns of the lords in black au

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Spawns Of The Lords In Black Chapter one

[We enter on the Honey Queen pageant coming to an end Christine the newely crowned Honey Queen. Bowing to the audience. Her blond hair matching perfectly with her crown. She wore a long pink dress holding a bouquet of flowers, waving to the applauding audience]

Christine: Thank you thank you!

[the curtains fall and in seconds, Nelson runs over to her and hugs his mom tightly]

Nelson: You won Momma! Your the honey queen!! I can't believe it my vision was real!!

Christine: Yes Nelson, we won't have to bet on Honey Queen contestants to get by anymore! Our lives are gonna change for the better and its all thanks to you!

[she kisses Nelsons forehead and ruffles his hair, Nelson laughs as one of the judges from before walks over to the small family.]

Roman Murray: I am very glad to see you win! Christine I've always had a good feeling about you! Now come with me, there's a ceremony you must attend the Honey Queen is the guest of honor!

[Later Nelson and Christine sit across from Roman, in the back of his Rolls Royce. The car drifts down an empty road they've left downtown far behind outside the night is pitch black, the Royce pulls off the main street and onto a dirt path.]

Nelson: Are we almost there?

Christine: Why is this ceremony in the woods?!

Roman Murray: Its tradition! One that dates back to the very foundation of the church!

Nelson: What church?

Roman Murray: The church of the Starry Children!

[Nelson gets an uncanny feeling of familiarity from that name. Like he's been there before.]

Roman Murray: They may be gone but through us they live on. You see the honey festival is more about an overblown street fair, and a silly talent show! It's about ringing in the season! The season of Nibblenephim!

Christine: What are you talking about!?

Roman Murray: You'll know soon enough,

[the car comes to a stop]

Roman Murray: just in time here we are!

[they step out of the car, Nelson stays close to his mom. As they walk outside standing around the car are a dozen figures they wear black robes, and silver masks. They bow to Christine and Nelson, who step back in confusion.]

Christine: What the hell is going on here?!

Roman Murray: It is said that when the Honey Queen is crowned she leaves Hatchetfeild forever. Onto bigger and better things, that's true in a way...She comes here for the offering!

[the cloaked figures part, beyond them is a clearing lit by a ring of torches. Illuminated by the firelight is a mound of mutilated pig carcasses.]

Christine: GOD THAT'S DISGUSTING WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU FREAKS WORSHIPING?! AND WHY WOULD YOU OFFER IT DEAD PIGS?!

Roman Murray: Oh no! Those pigs aren't the sacrifice, you are!

[Nelson stares in shock, his blood runs cold he grabs his moms hand and looks up to his mother she puts her arm Infront of Nelson, trying to defend her son.]

Christine: Nelson Were Leaving!

Roman Murray: Oh we can't have that! You see Nibblenephim the lord in black may walk upon the earth if he is given the flesh to inhabit! he's a creature of hunger desire and passion also the real father of this young boy!

Nelson: What is he talking about mom?!

Christine: I have no idea!

Roman Murray: Come boy, surely you know this woman isn't your real mother! Hell you two don't even look alike. Nibblenephim is your real parent. And he's scheduled to come any minute! And once when he arrives he must feast! Young man, your mother didn't win the competition because of her depressing ukulele act. She won because of everything else she was willing to do! She wanted it the most she was the hungriest!

Nelson: IF YOU LAY A FINGER ON MY MOM I'LL KILL YOU!

[Roman snaps his fingers, and Christine is grabbed by the cloaked figures they yank her arms behind her back and secure her writs with a zip tie.]

Nelson: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO MY MOM!?

Roman Murray: You stupid boy that's not your mother! Your merely a spawn of Nibblenephim!

[the cultists drag her towards the pile of gore]

Christine: NELSON!!

Roman Murray: Don't worry about your son! We'll raise him to be a worthy spawn of Nibblenephim!

[Roman grabs Nelson by the arm as he sobs]

Roman Murray: Boy stop crying! You'll embarrass yourself Infront of your father!

Nelson: LET ME GO!!

[He tries to pull away from Romans grip to no avail.]

Roman Murray: Farewell Honey Queen! Blessed she be thank you for this wonderful harvest!

[the cloaked maniacs throw her onto the ground, onto the mound of corpses. They chant words in a language long forgotten, Nelson watches in horror as the dead pigs writhe the skin bubbles and finally collapse. The corpses take a new form of a fury pink nightmare. Hundreds of pig teeth it forms a grotesque smile it grabs Christine, Nelson runs over and the cultists grab him. He manages to brake free from them, he rushes over to his mom he grabs the zip tie around her arms. He tries desperately to undo it, Nibbly scowls and claws Nelson across the face. He falls to the floor bleeding heavily, he hears a ringing in his ear he's about to pass out he hears his mom scream then a bone braking crunch.]

Roman Murray: Now look at the mess you made! Julia, take him in the church and clean him up!

[Roman then snaps towards a tall woman. With blood red hair waring a plane black tank top, and a long black skirt, she glares at him, as she reluctantly walks over.]

Julia: In the name of Pokotho! You don't have to fucking snap at me like I'm a dog! I'm right here, come on kid!

[she pulls Nelson on his feet and walks him over into the church]

Nelson: Where...Where's my mom?!

Julia: Your mom's dead! Hell she's not even your real mom! Those psychos adopted you out to that woman, cause they thought Nibbly was gonna devour you as an infant!

Nelson: So....So that pink monster is my father?!

Julia: 'fraid so kid!

[she then pulls out a first aid kit, and starts to bandage the wounds on Nelsons face. Nelsons shaking, sobbing and muttering incoherent words.]

Julia: You feel any better kid?

Nelson: Its stinging!

[Pain surges through Nelsons body as tears drip from his eyes.]

Julia: I know kid, it will go away soon come on there's some people who I gotta introduce you to!

[the two walk down the hall of the church, in the main room. There's horrifying stain glass windows which depict eldritch horrors like Nelson has never seen before. In the front were about five other figures sitting in the pews of the church.]

Julia: Hey, guys the sets finally complete! This is Nelson he's Nibblys kid you get acquainted with your cousins, I gotta go!

Nelson: Wait don't leave!

[Nelson calls out for Julia to stay, but she doesn't hear him. He nervously walks past the pews trying hard not to look at the cursed stain glassed windows. He considers making a run for it through the forest, then a short girl dressed in blue ran over from the pew, she was sitting at and up to him.]

Paulina: HI! I'm Paulina! Or you can call me Lina if you want! I'm Pokothos daughter! Wow are you really the spawn of Nibbly!?

[she excitedly asks, Nelson nervously nods his head.]

Paulina: WOW! That's SO cool I always thought Nibbly ate you as a baby!

[a tall person dressed in purple, and waring sunglasses walked passed the pair scrolling violently through their phone.]

Paulina: Iris! Nibbley's spawn is alive!

[they shoot up their middle finger up at Paulina, without even looking up from their phone.]

Iris: Fuck off Paulina! I don't care about some newbie bitch!         

[they storm away, looking as if they've been greatly inconvenienced] 

Paulina: don’t worry about them! They’re dad abandoned them here when they were ten now they hate everyone!

Nelson: Oh that’s terrible, are all our dads such deadbeats?!

[Out of no where a taller girl who looks to be about 17 walks up behind them.]

Wanda: So your the new guy huh? Hey I'm Wanda!

[She's dressed in all green, waring an expensive looking tank top. And a varsity jacket with a W sowed onto it, she had short curly green hair waring a crown on top of her head.]

Nelson: I'm Nelson

[Nelson feels timid around her, but he doesn't know why. She scans him up and down like she's looking for something.]

Wanda: Damn for Nibbly's kid you surely are a skinny bastard! Also to answer your question from earlier, yes all our dads are shit! They all just kinda dumped us off here one day, and only visit when it's convenient for them!

Paulina *laughing nervously*: Don’t listen to Wanda, she lies about this all the time! My dads not like that, he loves me!

Wanda: (leaning over whispering to Nelson) Poor Lina's, convinced her dad cares about her!

Paulina: HE DOES!

Wanda: He left you for that random guy who doesn’t even like musicals!

Paulina: HE DID NOT LEAVE ME! HE LOVES ME!!

Wanda: Name the last time he came to visit!

Paulina: HE’S JUST BUSY

 Wanda: Yeah busy fucking Paul Matthews! 

[Paulina starts sobbing but instead of tears a weird gooey blue liquid drips from her eyes. Nelson is about to ask why Paulinas crying blue slime but is automatically cut off, by two figures dressed all in yellow running around and laughing hysterically disappearing in and out of reality]

Nelson: WHO THE FUCK ARE THEY?!

Wanda: Oh don’t worry about them their, Tinkys kids Gadget and Gizmo. They mainly follow their dad around we don’t see much of them.

Nelson: Why are they disappearing!?

Wanda: They can go back in time! They like to make major historical inconsistency's to fuck with the minds of historians they seem insane but their harmless!

Paulina *still crying*: But didn’t they start World War 3

Wanda: Oh yeah.

Nelson: They did what?!   

Wanda: Yeah they’re very proud of that, you’ll hear a lot of bragging from them about that! 

Nelson: And you guys are just okay with that?

Wanda [shrugging]: Yeah!

Julia: Alright guys Roman Just told me that ya'll need to head to your rooms!

Paulina: But-but its the honey festival!

Julia: I mentioned that, but he said that he didn't care. Ya'll need to go to your rooms or he's gonna be pissed!

Paulina: aww....

Julia: Come on Lina,

[Paulina reluctantly takes Julia's hand, Nelson nervously follows the two as they walk down a long hallway. With six different colored doors.]

Paulina *sleepily*: But Julia! I'm not sleepy

[she passes out Julia picks her up and turns to Nelson.]

Julia: Let me tuck her in, then I'll show you your room okay?

[Nelson slowly nods as Paulina quietly sleeps in Julia's arms. Julia opens the blue colored door and softly laid Lina down in her bed. quietly closing the door behind her.]

Julia: Okay kid follow me!

[They walk further down the hall to a bright pink door.]

Julia: Okay here's your room!

[Julia noticed that Nelsons shaking, he's barely standing she looks down at him and goes down to his level.]

Julia: Listen kid, i know that today is probably the most traumatic day of your life...But it's gonna be alright just hang in there okay?

[she smiles at him, Nelson looks like he's on the verge of crying. He tightly hugs Julia as he sobs. She hugs him back while his cries grow louder. They stay there for what felt like twenty minutes, when Nelson pulled away his eyes were red, and Julia's shirt was tear stained.]

Julia: You feeling any better?

[Nelson sniffs, and wipes a tear off his face.]

Nelson: Yeah..

Julia: Good, the church probably moved all your stuff into your new room so you don't have to worry about your possessions . Good night kid I'll see you in the morning!

Nelson: Good night!

[Nelson looks at the door he notices the pink lollypops and swirls carved into the door. He nervously turns the handle and steps in the room. In there is a twin sized bed, with pink bedding topped with a bright pink fuzzy blanket. Nelson crashed on the bed and stared at the pink celling trying to not cry again. He couldn't believe he had lost everything he ever cared about. He wanted to wake up, he whished he could turn back time, to stop himself from ever even telling his mom about his vision. So everything can go back to normal, then he remembered what Wanda told him about the twins. Nelson then started formulating a plan, in his head he'd borrow whatever the twins used to go back in time, and stop his mom from ever entering the contest.]

[artificial-absinthe]

cybervampire au

Cybervampire Megatron feeds on Soundwave

Behold the yet worse pinnacle/ditch of my fall from grace.

I once made a drawing of cybervampire/not dead terrorcon Megatron (like it happened to Airachnid) for an exchange (it's horror type/dead dove I guess because of depiction of mild torture) and now it spawned an AU in my mind.

My old deeply rooted inclinations stemmed new branches and I intend to indulge into them to the worst/best of my ability. Thus, you'll be seeing this my otp, as well as other transformers content, painted in black with the fluids dripping of those thorned stems.

I love vampires, and my mind told me vampire Megatron was as alluring as vampire Airachnid. Furthermore, there's my fascination with Megasound/Megawave. In vampire lore, there's nothing as intimate and sensual as drinking blood, and then it's the perfect pathway to sexless/asexual creatures to get into a sort of not organic erotism (as well as other erotic/fetishist practices but I'll explore that dungeon later on), as I do not embrace the popular fan concepts of humanization (as in organic/primal-instincts derived attributes) in interaction between Cybertronians in love-like relationships.

In this Cybervampire Au, Megatron got infected during the events of "Thirst", but not killed. Then he's some sort of living terrorcon, a vampiricon if you wish (I can imagine Miko naming him like that), just like Airachnid, but, given his tolerance to dark Energon and his synthesis with it, he's now even mightier, and not infectious unless he kills. I explain this as Megatron's systems/biomechanism being somehow different, hence why dark energon works in him conversely to other bots. Given that the coalesced energon that Knockout made contains dark energon, getting infected by its resulting chemical disease/mutation also works out differently in him.

On another regard, the plot of gothic horror where vampire masters control zombies finds its parallel, since Megatron was already able to do that.

As for the Megasound element, I've already suggested the innerent deepness that can be attributed to the act of blood/energon drinking. Specially when its given willingly. The symbolism, the possibilities of sensorial play.

When circumstances lead to this, Soundwave is, of course, honoured to be source of food to his Master, and he submittes himself to an extreme regime of fueling: Only the most refined and purest energon enters his body, so he'll be in optimal condition, therefore high quality and scrumptious food to his Lord. Perhaps he eventually becomes too invested in it, while consciously ignoring the veiled zealousness. No one should take the responsibility but him. No one is more qualified, or as committed to Lord Megatron as himself, therefore is only befitting that his life is laid to him in more than a sense. Everyone else is dubious, capable or prone to betrayal, or inefficient idiots, and like the hell he's letting anyone else have that sort of intimacy with Megatron. Every time Megatron gets overtaken by hunger and tries to take a prey he would be like: "no, my Lord, that scum is suboptimal and inadequate. Here's my neck"

I intend to create and write several works into this Au, with a collection of short stories in Ao3.

[kawaiidreameater]

Heyyy so for everyone that likes Nerdy Prudes and is a Michie fan, I have a concept of an AU where Richie steals the book of the Lords in Black from Steph cause he feels guilty for what happened to Max and wants to try bringing him back to life, but as he enters the Manor Max just spawns as a ghost and is convinced Richie was the one who gave him his "new cool form" and wants him to become his best friend, which ends up with Richie taking him home to keep an eye on the ghost man.

I was planning on making this into a comic but I already have so much of the story written I was planning on maybe posting the chapters on ao3 first and then drawing them? Since I won't have time to draw it anytime soon cause of school and exams- What do y'all think?

[tragedybunny]

Slow Dancing In a Burning Room - Chapter 1

༺Summary༻

In a moment of weakness, Serafina helped Astarion ascend, forever altering him and their relationship. Irrevocably bonded in violence, can she survive life at his side, or will she be broken by the cycle of pain and terror.

༺Pairing༻ Astarion x Serafina (Female Tav)

༺Warnings༻ Dubcon / Noncon elements (mild this chapter), violence, toxic / abusive relationships

༺Word Count༻ 2128

༺A/N༻This will be a bit of a darker take on Ascended Astarion and the relationship with his Consort, and a bit of an AU for how I normally portray him and Serafina's relationship. As such I am not tagging anyone unless specifically requested for this fic. Additionally I would like to note this is my take on Ascended Astarion, or maybe one of my takes on him, but I will not say it is some definitive take and does not invalidate anyone else's headcanon or ideas about the character. Thanks to @leomonae for betaing this chapter.

꧁༺Chapter 1 - The Ascendant Vampire Lord ༻꧂

“Isn’t that what you want, to be mine forever?” the man that still bore Astarion’s appearance, but seemed less like him every passing moment, asked. 

A great, black pit opened in Serafina’s heart at his words. Never once had she indicated that she wished to be his spawn - or Consort, as he was so deviously calling it. “No, Astarion, that’s not what I want at all.” 

None of this was what she wanted. The ritual had promised him freedom, and in a moment of weakness, with his tormentor there on his knees, she’d agreed. The thousands of spawn couldn’t be loosed upon the world, and this way Astarion would be safe. Maybe it was the exhaustion and fear that had worn down her senses, maybe it was her foolish heart, so blindly in love, but something had clouded her judgment in that moment. And now nothing felt right; there was something different behind those crimson eyes she’d thought she knew so well. Or maybe she hadn’t; maybe this was him all along. There was something cruel and hungry, lurking, waiting, and when he stared at her too long, it made her shiver. And all those souls…

“Ah, pity. You deserve to be beautiful forever, my love.” Then those eyes softened and it was the Astarion she knew looking at her. Smiling warmly, he wrapped her in his arms, and kissed her forehead. “But whatever makes my darling happy.” 

Burying her face in his chest, she could feel his hands softly rubbing her back. Was it possible she’d been imagining all that darkness? After almost a full day without sleep, and the trauma of the battle with Cazador and the ritual, she was no longer sure of anything. 

Just thinking about it made her yawn unconsciously. “Is my little love sleepy,” he cooed in her ear, hands running through her hair, just like all the nights they’d shared a bed and he’d cuddled close to her. 

It was her own guilt, that was all. The guilt for those lives that had been taken in the ritual. This was still Astarion; her exhausted mind was just playing tricks on her. “Mmm, yeah, I can hardly stand.” 

She gasped as her legs were swept out from under her and Astarion held her to his chest. “Private room, a little time for just the two if us before you sleep?” he asked in a sultry whisper, his offer clear.

Suddenly much more awake, looking up, she caught his gaze again, wondering at the sudden desire. “You’re sure?”

“Don’t be…” His response was almost snappish, but he caught himself. “Of course I am. I love you.” 

Three little words, everyone’s favorite. Was he sincere? But why wouldn’t he be, after everything? Gods, she really was too tired. “I love you too, Astarion.” 

“Always?” It sounded like a plea: like the man who told her that he’d deceived her into loving him, but that he wanted it to be real. 

“Always, my Starry Sky,” She kissed the hollow of his throat softly, content to accept his words, and let him carry her away to the room at the Elfsong set apart from the shared common area.

The room was full of soft candlelight and the bed was freshly made, the scent of clean linen mixed with Astarion’s own blend of bergamot, rosemary, and brandy. It felt vibrant, alive, and welcoming. He gently laid her down amongst the pillows. “Let's get you comfortable,” Astarion purred, pulling her boots off. 

Sera shifted, pushing up on her elbows as her boots were discarded, her exhausted brain trying to fend off the last of the drowsiness. Something cold slithered into her stomach as Astarion began to strip off his shirt, baring himself to the waist. No, they were celebrating, this was their victory. There was nothing wrong with it. 

“Like what you see?” he smirked, the picture of that roguish charm she'd fallen for. 

A hesitant smile answered him. This was what she wanted, Astarion happy and the two of them free to be in love. “Is there any doubt, my love?” He was too far away though. “Come to me, I want to touch you.” That would put things right, having him in her arms. 

“Soon, my treasure.” He was already tugging on the laces of his trousers. The way he was rid of them and his boots was too precise: methodical, not passionate. 

Sitting fully, she pushed back against those thoughts. They were finding themselves again. For a moment, she drank him in, in all his impossible beauty, as though hand-sculpted by some god. “Astarion.” The word was a plea: for him to touch her, to show her those doubts were unfounded. 

With feline grace he came to her, kneeling beside her on the bed, his lips capturing hers before traversing down. “My sweet Serafina,” he murmured, lips burning hot against her skin as fangs teased her throat. Fingers that no longer held the cool of the grave brushed her skin as he tugged at her shirt. Shrugging out of it, she pulled him to her, hands wandering his ivory skin, the lines of his scars rigid against her palms. A reminder that he had paid the price for all of this years before the ritual. Didn’t he deserve the freedom it gave him?

“I love you, I want you,” she moaned as his tongue ran along the shell of her ear. 

“Then you shall have me, my love.” Already his hands were working to free her from her pants, moving to them from her waist at such speed, she’d hardly noticed. He stripped them from her with demanding fervor. 

Greedily, his eyes roamed her bared body. “My love, all mine,” he growled, shifting to kneel between her thighs, spreading her legs. 

As he leaned down to kiss her again, the press of his cock against her already wet slit made her whimper and roll her hips against him. My love, the blood in her veins sang, echoing him; her whole body craving him and her heart trembling with love. 

“Mine,” he whispered again, darkness slipping into his voice. 

A shiver ran through her and her lips parted. Whatever words she might have said died on her tongue as his unyielding grip fixed on her wrists, pinning them above her head. A gasp was pulled from her as his cock pushed inside her, forcing her open for him. 

The pain was momentary as slow thrusts of his hips let her accommodate his girth. And it was so good to feel him inside her, to be together in this way. Rolling her hips, she met his thrusts, even as her wrists remained pinned above her. Soft whimpers filled the air between them as he lavished soft kisses on her skin from her chest to her throat. They lingered on the spot he'd bitten last, marks all but faded. 

Without warning, his fangs pierced her skin; Sera let out a yelp, but the sting faded into the haze of pleasure quickly. Blood pumped from her heart to his, nourishing the man she loved. “Astarion,” she breathed, feeling herself clench around him. 

“Come for me, my pet.” Something was wrong again, his voice like ice, the hands that held her turned to iron. Gasping, her release came, but his fangs remained in her neck, drawing out a crimson tide.

“Astarion, stop.” Her voice had already grown quiet, the edges of her vision blackening. Panic weighed down her already struggling heart. He had no intention of stopping, did he? Weakly, she tried to fight the grip on her wrists that held her in place and robbed her of her ability to cast magic. Far away, she could hear something: a slow thudding, her heart beating out its last feeble pumps. Eyelids that were too heavy closed and the cold of the grave Astarion had escaped enveloped her. 

“You’ll thank me later, little love,” the Vampire Ascendant said, with the voice of the man she loved. 

There was nothing, just an endless sea of icy darkness. It was peaceful though: no tadpole, no warlock pact, no family to run from and haunt her memories…no Astarion and whatever the ritual had done to him. If this was eternity, she could embrace it and lay down her burdens. 

It seemed that was too much to ask of the universe; awareness slowly came back to her. Limbs stiff and cold, not responding as they should, lungs that didn’t move of their own accord anymore, and a heart that barely beat. Flashes of images filled her mind, sensations and snippets of what had happened, Astarion on top of her, draining her life away, betraying her. Her dead heart ached and she hesitantly ran a tongue over her teeth, finding elongated canines sharp enough to prick. Maybe if she just kept her eyes closed, she could finish dying, and not face what had been done. 

“I can sense you stirring, Serafina. Open your eyes, love. Let me welcome you to your new life.” It wasn’t a command that compelled her and yet, she found herself inclined to do as he asked. Another wound to add to the others tearing her apart. He was her murderer and master in the span of hours. And she, his spawn and consort. 

Eyes opening, she found him sitting next to her, peacefully reading. “There you are,” Astarion’s smile was enough to bare his fangs as he greeted her. “How do you feel?”

Sera whimpered, eyes surprisingly wet for someone who was dead. “Why?” 

Astarion’s book snapped shut violently and his crimson eyes turned hard. “Are you really going to be petulant and ungrateful? I did this for you. You weren’t ready to accept it yet, but now you’ll live forever, perfect and beautiful.” Wetness dotted her cheeks and his voice turned gentle again. “Shh, I’m sorry I was short with you.” Sliding closer, he wrapped an arm around her, coaxing her to lay her head on his shoulder. “I love you Sera. I had to do this, I couldn’t bear to ever be without you. Don’t you understand?”

She hadn’t been ready for everything that had happened since she was taken by the Nautiloid. All she had wanted was freedom, not to become everyone’s leader and pillar of support, not to fall so helplessly in love. One misstep had brought it all crashing down. The striving had tired her, and it was easier to nod her head, stifle her tears, and agree with him. Easier to believe him. That it was for love. “I wish you would’ve given me time to think.” 

“Sera.” His voice caught in appropriate regret, “I’m sorry. I just did it, I didn’t think. We’ll be alright, won’t we?”

“We will,” she reassured him, taking his hand in hers. They were bound now anyway; looking back just meant more regrets. 

Tilting her head up, he brought his lips delicately to hers, leaving a pleasant haze in her mind, so unlike the last, violent, touch of his that had ended her life. “That’s more like it, my sweet.” A sudden pain in her abdomen caused her to wince, and Astarion cup her cheek softly, rubbing a thumb along it comfortingly. “You poor thing, I bet you’re starving too. Once we get some blood in you, everything will be alright. Let’s go get changed and see to it.”

Astarion rose, offering her his hand and helping her up. Her legs trembled slightly and she fought to steady herself. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he chuckled softly. “At least you didn’t have to claw your way out of your grave.”

He let her lean on him all the way back to the common room, his touch making her feel safe, wanted, loved. Perhaps there was something to this new Astarion: a stronger man than before, more sure of himself. Not that he hadn’t made her feel those same things before, but there was more confidence in him now. 

There was no mistaking what Astarion had done as their group gathered to plan their day. Her companions studied her, none of them remarking on the change for the moment. Finally, when their eyes seemed to harbor some unvoiced suspicion, Astarion whisked her away, explaining her need to be fed. 

As she changed for the day, Shadowheart wandered over, some laundry of Sera’s that had been mixed into hers in her hand. Sera was about to thank her, when she leaned in and whispered swiftly, “I thought you didn’t want to do this?’

Swallowing thickly, Sera let her eyes wander to where Astarion was discussing something with Gale. “I changed my mind,” she lied. They wouldn’t understand; they were so ready to condemn him as a monster. “Astarion needs me.”

[syndrossi]

I love how in resonant Daemon is a mix of 'Jon should inherit Runestone' and also 'Jon should never set foot in Runestone'. Why exactly was Otto happy about going to the vale? I mean obviously because it's good for something he's plotting, but what exactly IS he plotting? And about the stepstone - I can see Daemon deciding that this time he's properly garrisoning the stepstones, purely so he can make it a holding for Rhaegar.

Also, I was thinking about reverse!Au with Jeyne and Rhaella, and how Alicent would think of them - because she'd see Rhaella and be reminded of how Rhaenyra looked, and then see Jeyne and be reminded of how Rhaenyra acted, and want to 'save' them from their 'evil father' EVEN MORE. Alicent and Otto would be pushing for an Aemond/Jeyne match cause a) 'a wife and mother's loyalty is to her husband and children' bullshit and b) it means the second son gets a holding in Runestone. Viserys, who is not thinking of Aegon as a king who would be married to Helaena to emphasise how Targaryen he is, would probably consider AEGON/Jeyne for the same reason - because he would probably want to betroth Rhaella to Jace.

Daemon wants his daughter to be able to choose who they marry thank you!

Otto and Stepstones

We'll have to wait and see on the Otto front, but yes, it's a given that Otto gonna scheme, as is his way.

Otto did in fact accuse Daemon of planning to build a holding for himself in the Stepstones, presumably on Bloodstone. And, I mean, wouldn't it be cool to constantly be traveling between Runestone, Dragonstone, and Bloodstone? Talk about a theme in naming!

That said, it's not the most attractive place for a permanent fortress/keep. It's not particularly fertile, meaning it's not particularly self-sustaining, so a) you won't be able to keep very large herds of sheep/pigs to feed your dragon(s) and b) you're reliant on the nearest friendly territory for trade which happen to be Lys and Dorne, both recent enemies.

Which doesn't mean you don't do it! Daemon very much wants the Iron Throne to have a permanent military presence there so that they have a foothold for venturing into Essos if need be. But I don't know that he would want to take his kids there, even "after" the war.

Reversal AU

Oh, that's a rather clever idea of what Viserys would be inclined to go for, as far as matches. In his guilt over denying his firstborn son his birthright, I could definitely see him going "oh, well, Aegon can have the consolation prize of becoming Lord of Runestone by marrying the elder prophecy child." And since Rhaella is the second-born, she can be the prophecy child who marries Jace to become queen. All while Aemond fumes. (When Otto pitches the Dance, you can bet he'll use the girls being "stolen" by the Blacks as a motivator. Sort of a "you'll each get one, once Rhaenyra's bastards are dealt with" pitch.)

Let's not pretend Daemon doesn't have his own preferences, of course! One of his daughters absolutely should be queen-consort someday, and thus marry Jace. And none of his daughters should ever marry one of the Hightower spawn...

[meowtalhead]

Anyway headcanon/au/idk what to call it that bimmi gardens was founded by Grace Chasity. The Approval Rating is some kind of spawn of the lords in black and the soil of the boba fields has similar properties to the witchwood soil

[inkwell-illustrations]

♡Hello, fwiendy-wends!!♡

Hi!! You can call me: Charlotte, Paul, Inkwell!

Fictkin: Paul Matthews <3

About me

I'm autistic, depressed, bisexual & demisexual, 🎶Devoted to Pokotho🎶an actress, and theater kid, and writer! (I'm trying to write a book feel free to ask me about it!) I’m a self shipper (sharing) I have high levels of anxiety and a Starkid hyperfixation!

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Starkid musicals

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The Art Of Murder

Pokotho

Dead Boy Detectives

Epic The Musical

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Paulkotho (Paul x Pokotho)

Paulkins (Paul x Emma)

Payneland (Edwin x Charles)

Catwin (Edwin x The Cat King)

Huskerdust (Husk x Angel)

Chaggie (Vaggie x Charlie)

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Macnacross (John x Wilbur)

Chai Coffee (Ted x Paul)

Agathario (Agatha x Rio)

Tadmore (Ella x Tadius)

Gelphie (Glinda x Elphaba)

Deadpool x Wolverine

Rose x Karen (SML)

Brooklyn T. Guy x Marvin (SML)

The Scarecrow x The Tin Man

Jason x Richie

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Ensemble stars x Dungeon AU 03

In this au, there's no way two of the same person exist in the same time. To explain further. If a character that you found in a dungeon will not exist or have died in some way in the world outside the dungeon. As it is one of the rule of this world.

Yet if none exist, one is bound to appear one way or another. Be in dungeon or be spawn out from nowhere. It's an odd rule of the world.

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".... Mao...." You heard ritsu called out to someone in such odd tone of surprise and longing. You look at who his looking at and saw a stranger who's helping out an old lady with groceries. Crossing the street across you guys.

"ah... So that's how it is." He wanted to call out louder to that person that reminded him of a dear friend from a long time ago, yet he can't. He can't find his voice in him.

"..." You give him a look before you stared at the stranger with red hair. "HEY!! HEY!!" since ritsu is meek in the moment even so he knows the person, might as well help out.

"mc your very shameless." The previous lord of dungeon sigh as he watch you run to the other side of the street when it turn red light toward the map isara of this place.

"ah?" Mao stops as you called out to him. "Is your name mao?" You ask him, even through you don't know what your doing but you want to make sure ritsu isn't seeing things( at least that what you told yourself )

"yes? Can I help you?" He wonder where this fellow come from. "Ah... T-then..." You honestly really don't know what will you do next as you stood there awkward as you felt you might be suspicious person who knows this person name and might get cancelled again in Xdotcom.

"ah. I need to go now, we can talk later if you want." Mao remember his doing something as he saw the person his assisting is getting further away from him. "If you need assistant of trickstar just go to building with a huge neon light sign, I'll go help what I can when I'm free!! Bye!!" He hurried to leave after he told you how to find him.

"gott... Do I sound like a weirdo just now." You mumble as the action you did earlier dawn to you, you felt very embarrassed, what if some media write such article about you?! Ahh!! Your not even famous yet or known yet and your getting cancelled again!!

"indeed you are." Ritsu agreed instead of denying it. "But if that person is the same person I known. He won't think your the worse one he knows." He tries to comfort you that there's bigger weirdo than you are. You don't find that very comforting at all.

As you tried to calm yourself and not try to become a crazy person talking to yourself cause no one can see ritsu but you. Ritsu is in a deep thoughts as analyze the situation his in.

Thinking why a person that died in his world exist in this world. Why a person that never exist in his world exist in this world. There's many questions he want to find answers but seeing that his not chain to his dungeon, he might find it slowly and learn more of the rules that is set to this world. And maybe just maybe he change it... Just like that black cat that once visited him said:

It seems your bound to the rules of this world. Someone like you cannot escape fate that is written unless you understand it and find a gap to each rules.

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One of the rule of this world is no two of the same person supposed to exist in the same time yet that cat clearly another him.

If this world existed, then that person should appear one day, maybe you can find a clue how to stop the rules and not lost anyone anymore.

He wonder who's this person that cat is talking about but he can't really ask anymore since the cat left to search for someone. It was the first time an outsider have come to this universe, because that outsider is another him, he almost died cause of the rules of this world. As his the lesser one between them. Maybe that's why he found himself sleeping till a stranger wake him up with gott awful off gone song.

[authorofcelesti]

Chapters 1&2

A witchcraft x ESMP Au I've been working on for a while now

Shelby watched as the other emperors battled Sausage Supreme. Gem, Joel, and Jimmy were focusing all their firepower at the former protector of Sanctuary while the others battled with the large sculk tentacles preventing anyone from engaging with Sausage directly. Shelby looked down at the spell circle Gem had told her to cast.

<><Flashback><>

“It all comes down to Shelby.”

Shelby looked at Gem, stunned. It has only been a few hours since Gem had dropped the newsbomb that she used to be a wizard. And not just any wizard either. No, she was the wizard that founded the Crystal Cliffs Wizarding Academy, the direct rival of the Witches Academy.

“What do you mean, it's all on her?” Joe questioned, “the only reason we're in this mess is because she’s a bad witch!”

Katherine smacked him on the back of his head. “JOE!”

“We need Shelby to do it Joe, she’s the only one besides me who has experience casting complex spells.”

“Well then why can't you do it Gem?” Fwhip asked.

Gem sighed, “because I'm the reason he’s here. I defeated Supreme once, and now he’s back for revenge. That makes me the perfect bait.” the princess-turned-wizard (or was it Wizard-turned-princess, Shelby couldn’t decide) turned to Shelby. “You cured Cub from his corruption, you can cure Sausage of his.”

Shelby looked around at the other emperors staring at her before taking a deep breath and turning to Gem. “What’s the spell?”

<><Present day><>

Gold from Joel, Prismarine from Joey, iron from False, flowers from Scott, copper from Pix, slime and crystals from Lizzie, and a blue mushroom she had found in the Gnome Ruins.

Briiiinng

Oh, and Oli was contributing with a small musical performance, which he was tuning up  as she was placing the last of the redstone to connect the items. The witch turned to the bard. 

“You ready Oli?” he nodded and stepped into place along the outer edge of the spell. “Santa Perla, Pearl, Help us clean up this mess!” he shouted before beginning a small tune on his lute. 

I heard there a secret chord, 

That David played and it pleased the lord,

But you don't really care for music do ya?

It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth,

The Minor falls and the Major lifts..

Shelby let Oli’s singing fade into the background of her mind as she summoned her magic. Gem had told her that the original spell was used to trap a demon, but she had altered it to capture only the soul of Sausage supreme and not Sausage’s physical body that the dark Mage was possessing. To activate the spell, she needed to summon all the mana she possibly could to throw into the center of the circle. But she needed to wait for the right moment. 

Shelby looked up and watched the battle. Gem had her butterfly wings and princess dress, but she was dual wielding a sword and a Wizard’s staff that held an amethyst at the top, which glowed with power as Gem cast spell after spell, sending spikes of purple crystal at the possessed Sausage. Joel was throwing bolts of lightning at the TNT Jimmy was chucking at the tentacles.

“NOW SHELBY!” Gem suddenly shouted, pulling Shelby back to the spell. But in the confusion, she forgot to properly check her magic and it exploded as soon as she activated the spell. She cried out as she was thrown back against the wall, everything fading to black.

<><><>

When Shelby came to, she was lying on the ground, her feet trapped by a large piece of rubble. Grunting, she sat up and shoved it off of her. The witch stood up and looked around.

The magical explosion had completely decimated the portion of the spawn citadel that they had been fighting in. Dust hung in the air, making it near impossible for the witch to see. She could barely make out the piece of rubble that had fallen on her. The Witch looked around to see if she could spot any of her allies but she couldn't. She shook her head in an attempt to get rid of the ringing in her ears. It worked slightly, and she could hear someone shouting. But the noise was muffled, like she was underwater. 

Shelby moved closer to the shouting and soon recognized the voice as Joe's

“Where is she? Where is that witch!”

The witch in question hid behind one of the standing pillars, hiding from the pirate as Gem tried to pacify him.

“Joe calm down.”

“No Gem, she almost messed up the spell and we all nearly died. If-”

“Wait, where is shelby?”Katherine interrupted the pirate king.

"I don't know," Joel said, "But I don't see Sausage either."

"SAUSAGE, SHELBY!" Fwhip called out and the others soon joined him.

Shelby was about to step out, but something held her back. She didn't know what it was. But then she heard Jimmy’s voice 

“Wait Guys, what's that?”

“Isn't that Shelby’s hat?”

Shelby felt at the top of her head to find that her hat was, in fact, not there. 

"If Shelby’s hat is here," Lizzie asked, "then where's Shelby?" 

"SHELBY WHERE ARE YOU!" Katherine called out in a panicked voice. Shelby’s heart twisted. Even after the 'truce' at Oli's Rift Festival - which Joe didn't even hold up his end - Shelby still couldn't get rid of her feelings for the warrior princess. But now she realized why her subconscious had told her not to reveal herself.

This is perfect, she thought, if they think I'm dead then when the Academy comes looking for me, I'll have an alibi. Joe probably won't believe it, since he saw my letter to Grandma, but it's not like anyone really took him seriously aside from Sausage. 

With her mind made up and a faint plan of action in mind, Shelby quietly pulled out her broom and flew away toward the Evermoor to get the needed supplies. 

When she showed up at her witch hat house, both Mother Toad and Tortoise, her familiar, were waiting for her.

She rushed inside and grabbed a small bag that no one would notice was missing, quickly filling it with a few potion ingredients, food, a cloak, and one of her leftover Magic Gem Crystals. On her way back out, she grabbed a long navy blue hooded cloak so 5hat she could still move around undetected. She ran back out to her broom, mounted, then remembered. She quickly dismounted and picked up Tortoise. The purple toad stared at her and gave a small ribbit.

" Don't tell Sausage you saw me, OK? They need to believe that I'm dead." Shelby turned to Mother Toad as well. "You too, please." With that she set down Tortoise and turned back to her broom. Tortoise took a few hops towards her, but she pushed him back.

“I'm sorry Tortoise, but if I take you with me, they’ll know that I'm not dead.” she kissed her familiar on the head. “Keep the evermoor and the gnome spirits safe for me, OK?” Tortoise croaked twice and she took that as an answer. With one last look at the mangrove trees surrounding her home, she hopped on her broom and took off.

[annova]

Fanfic Master List

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Updated: Jan 26, 2025

Total works: 14

Baldur’s Gate:

The Dragon and the Dark Water (Pirate AU)

F!Durge/Astarion

Rating: E

Chapters: 2/?

Summary: Cyra was never happy with her life in Waterdeep. The sea always called to her; she wanted to be free from her mother's smothering clutches. After a run-in with a patron at the brothel where she works, she runs away from home, only for the ship she's traveling on to be waylaid and sunk by the terrifying Crimson Tempest. The captain, the Dread Captain Astarion Ancunín has the reputation for being ruthless, taking no prisoners and leaving a trail of bloodied water in his wake.

Why then, does he offer Cyra a job? What is the job and what is his endgame? And why her? Cyra quickly finds she's in over her head as she is swallowed up in a world of pirates, vampires, intrigue, and... love?

From the Ashes

F!Durge/Astarion

Rating: E

Chapters: 3/?

Summary: Cyra had no memories when she woke up on the beach after the nautiliod crashed. The whispers in her head told her she was a killer, that she was made to do terrible things... But that's not what she wanted.

Astarion didn't know how he managed to escape his master but he refused to ever go back. He would do everything it took to free himself from the monster that broke him for so long.

Together, no master would ever hold them down again. They just had to find each other first. And deal with that pesky Absolute.

Whispers in the Moonlight (Pirate AU)

F!Durge/Astarion

Rating: E

Cyra takes a moment away from the celebration to get some fresh air. The captain follows her to talk. Talking quickly becomes... something else.

The Devil’s Consort Series (Contains Smut)

Re-Negotiating

F!Tav/Raphael

Rating: E

Summary: Tav re-negotiates the deal with Raphael to put herself in a better position post Netherbrain defeat. Set in Act 3.

Malicious Compliance

F!Tav/Raphael/Haarlep

Rating: E

Summary: Tav breaks the rules and gets punished for it, but with the help of Haarlep, she still ends up getting her way. Because in the end, she always gets her way.

When the Cat’s Away (Run, Little Mouse)

F!Tav/Raphael, F!Tav/Ascended Astarion

Rating: E

Summary: Tav is the unwilling participant in a game of cat and mouse and loses (kind of)

You Get What You Ask For

F!Tav/Raphael

Rating: E

Summary: Tav interrupts Raphael while he's working and it... goes about as well as one could expect

Dragon’s Blood Series (Contains Smut)

To Touch the End of Time (With You)

F!Durge/Spawn Astarion

Rating: E

Summary: After the creche is destroyed, Cyra thinks the worst happened. Astarion finds her after she sneaks away from camp, and he endeavors to make sure she knows he doesn’t hold it against her.

Silk and Sunshine

F!Durge/Ascended Astarion

Rating: E

Summary: Cyra feels forgotten about and decides to change that. Things go about as expected…

We’ll Dance Together, Forever

F!Durge/Ascended Astarion

Rating: E

Summary: The Vampire Lords host a masquerade ball, and a coupl guests get a little handy. Lord Astarion doesn’t like anyone touching his things…

The Warmth of Your Embrace

F!Durge/Ascended Astarion

Rating: E

Summary: Cyra and Astarion spend some time together in front of the fireplace...

Mass Effect:

Shades of Grey

FemShep/Garrus

Rating: Gen

Summary: It’s easy to see the world in black and white. Grey? I don’t know what to do with grey.

World of Warcraft:

Ghosts

Rommath/OC

Rating: M

Chapters 24/30

Summary: Not every Alliance mage agreed with Jaina Proudmoore’s Purge of Dalaran. Rommath discovers that some ghosts just won’t stay dead and along the way, learns that love still has a place in his heart. Set during MoP and beyond

Soul Full of Scars 

Darion Mograine/OC

Rating: E

Chapters 14/?

Summary: She should have died in Naxxramas. And yet, now, years later the Kirin Tor is sending her to help fight Arthas in Northrend. Berryl is forced to face memories she would rather forget, while coming to terms with being forced to work with the son of the man who gave her those scars. She would just… rather not.

[creepychippy]

Specimen 4 or 8 maybe?

Specimen 4/Ringu:

as a Ghost, she has the Ability to ambush the Protagonist from out of nowhere by phasing through Walls

when that happens, she holds the Protagonist down with her 1st Pair of Hands while her other 4 Hands tickle them with her nimble Fingers into Pieces

since Ringu is based off of the "creepy Girl with long, black Hair" Trope (Corpse Party, Ju-on: The Grudge, The Ring, etc) I had an additional Idea: she can spawn long, black Hairtendrils and make them brush against the Protagonist's ticklish Spots

if that wasn't bad enough, she loves to give Raspberries and gentle Kisses to the Tummy as well

I can imagine that Ringu hums some Nursery Rhymes while tickling the Protagonist

Specimen 8/Deer Lord:

the Deer the Protagonist meets at the Beginning? Very affectionate and cuddly. They will swarm the Protagonist, nuzzle them to the Ground and probably lick their Face, Neck and Tummy like a Puppy would. Their Tails would happily wag as well to add to the Cuteness Factor

on top of that, the Deers are very fluffy to the point were the Protagonist's first Thought would be to pet them

for the AU, the Deer Lord itself would be just as cuddly and affectionate as all the other Deer on the Floor. It would try to cuddle the Protagonist close to it and spider its Fingers along their Sides with an occasional Nuzzle to the Neck here and there, maybe gently petting their Head sometimes

just like Ringu, it could also spawn additional Hands as well from under their Cloak

the Deer Lord can talk. Teases are definitely involved

[spawns-of-the-lords-in-black]

Spawns of the lords in black AU Masterpost

Wanda daughter of Wiggly (she/her)

Wanda is 17 and the oldest out of all the spawns she goes between living at the Church of the Starry Children and living in the Black and White with her dad she's the goalie on the Hatchetfeild Highs Water polo team and is pretty much the only good player on the team she thinks of Wilbur as her uncle. She's insanely sassy and is spoiled rotten by Wiggly who is actually a descent parent

Iris child of Blinky (they/them)

Iris is 15 years old and the most shut off from the rest they spend all their time on their phone they refuse to socialize with anyone they had the worst upbringing Blinky was the most neglectful parent often forgetting Iris even existed they lived with their father for ten years of their life and moved to the Church because Blinky completely forgot about them they have abandonment issues because of that they're an artist and they use drawing as a coping mechanism

Gadget daughter of Tinky (she/they)

Gadget is 16 she likes to go back in time and fuck with the past just to piss off historians she's insanely close with her twin Gizmo they have a pair of goat horns that they usually keep hidden bc they mess with her bows she's as insane as her father her and Gizmo like to follow Tinky around watching him torcher Ted Spankoffski in the Basterds box

Gizmo child of Tinky (they/them)

Gizmo is 16 their twin is Gadget they love to go back in time and cause major historical disasters and see how humans react they see humans as toys to play with and even has their own little "toy box" where they keep random people people in to torcher their as insane as their sister and father and is really close with Gadget they barely leave her side

Paulina daughter of Pokotho (she/her)

Paulina is the youngest at 12 years old and a daddys girl she's a theater kid just like her dad and probably the least traumatized she's actually close with her Pokotho often takes her to shows at the Starlight Theater and sings her lullabies since she has such a hard time going to sleep and she always feels safe near her dad.

Nelson son of Nibbly (he/they)

Nelson is 16 and only recently found out that his father is Nibbly his mom won the Honey Queen pageant and that was the first and last time he ever saw his dad the Church Of The Starry Children adopted him out to a random family bc they thought that Nibbly would probably devore his offspring he watched his adopted mom get consumed by Nibbly he got badly wounded buy that night trying to defend his mom he keeps those scars hidden with bandages

Made With This Picrew

[sammywolfgirl]

I finished all the cutscenes for the black pearl event so far! Like in game.

So uhh I’ll say it again, if the cannon takes the cowards path and makes the betrayal a big misunderstanding I will scream.

Not just because that’s a lame outcome, if they have it that alabone stole the pearl and was like “lmao your boyfriend left you bitch!” But lord oyster is occupied and just can’t get there to clarify then I will be a bit disappointed.

If the misunderstanding route is what they take they better make it dramatic. They better make it that lord oyster would have inevitably betrayed black pearl it alanone just upped that timeline with his bs.

But regardless of what happens in cannon that can’t happen in my au.

Because I made black pearl do too much shit for her actions to be spawned from “a big misunderstanding”

No listen, In my au she destroyed sugartaria, possibly also Tearcrown depending on what plays out!

She learns how to steal gem mermaids wills to make minions for herself

She fights sea fairy and made such a mess of the ocean she gets sealed into what will become the dusk gloom sea

She’s the one who cursed sea fairy!

She put a bloodline curse on the oyster family dooming them to die at sea

She stole one of the heart of the deep sea’s guardians to make them a minion!

And that’s not mentioning the countless numbers of sailors and sea life she likely killed in her rampage.

I can’t have that all sparked from a misunderstanding, it HAS To be betrayal.

I’ll kill abalone myself to make sure lord oyster betrays her! I need lord oyster to fall to greed and become the very thing they opposed in the first half of the story!

I mean regardless I’m killing abalone too, that man is gonna get eaten by a sea monster if cannon doesn’t explicitly kill him off itself.

Uhhh anyways hopping off my soap box to say, I got ideas to work with if I need to disregard canon.

I hope they don’t take a misunderstanding route but with how they characterized lord oyster I’m not hopeful.

Eager to be proven wrong though

[redcloaklynx]

[hi! this is a ficlet inspired by a conversation in the comments of this post. the horror of reading astarion slowly believing cazador about the black mass really grabbed me.

no tadpoles au. here goes]

"What's stopping the master from just killing us all?"

Astarion knows that comment is why he has been summoned. He saw how it had struck Cazador, when he blurted it out, while they were all reeling from his announcement of the Black Mass, while Cazador was letting them discuss what it meant to them. Petras and Violet were overjoyed, of course. Some days it feels like they hardly mind being under the master's thumb, so long as there is someone lower on the totem pole to torment. Dalyria goes where Petras does. Leon clearly meant to ask what the ritual meant for Victoria, once the other spawns leave. Yousen he didn't bother glancing at, and Aurelia was smiling, but Aurelia might have smiled even if the master plainly promised death.

The invisible leash drags his feet up the stairs, to one of the well-furnished reading rooms, where Cazador had, admittedly, never done anything awful to him. He still doesn't know why his remark is what upset Cazador, but if the master wanted to make reparations for all those years of torment, well. He could certainly try, in the short time he has left.

Astarion doesn't know what the ritual will do to him, but he does know Cazador hasn't thought past himself once in the years of slavery. He tries, so very occasionally, when some other vampire braggart reminds him that spawn are meant to express utter devotion towards their master. He takes Astarion aside, and he treats Astarion like something close to an equal for just long enough for Astarion to believe his sire has woken up and found out there is more that Astarion is good for, more than being an empty-headed whore and a pincushion.

But then Astarion displeases him, or Cazador exhausts his patience, and the farce ends. It always feels like his body and screams and unwilling servitude hold too much interest for his sire to care enough of the mind inside. If the ritual benefits him in any way, it would be incidental.

"Master," Astarion greets, at the door. He slouches against the frame and does not bow. Let Cazador tolerate this, if he wants Astarion's favour so badly.

"Come here, Astarion."

Astarion goes to the window. It is a clear night sky, and the Upper City sprawls below them. It is too dark to see much more than the black boxes of houses, and the silhouette of the taller spires that blot out the stars. He shivers a little from the outside chill, and Cazador wraps an arm around his shoulder and conjures a little floating flame that warms his back.

"Don't you see what we could have?" Cazador asks, gesturing at the window. "I would elevate us before them all."

"You would elevate yourself," Astarion corrects, cynical. "I can't see you sharing anything. You love to lord over us too much."

"I would have an entire city to lord over, once I ascend. What the rest of you are up to would no longer be my concern. Is that not what you have always wanted? To live eternal, and free of me?"

Does he want that more than he wants to see Cazador dead? It was possible he did. He thinks on it.

"Whether you free us or kill us, I won't know until the ritual happens. Either way, my body is yours to do as you wish. Isn't that what you always taught me? Why do you need me to believe you?"

The others could try to flee, maybe. He is usually the one to shut down their plans. He knows, even if it is only for the much shorter duration until the ritual happens, that he could not go back in that tomb. He knows he is helpless.

"I want you to believe me, Astarion, so that you will celebrate alongside me on the day."

It wasn't impossible, but surely, surely not even Cazador is so vain that this was his only concern?

"Then forget it," Astarion says, even if it confines him to be wrapped in chains in the kennels until the day of the ritual. "You hurt me too much for me to want to see you anywhere but under my feet, with a stake through your heart."

"How crass," Cazador says, without much reproach. "You do not think that I could care about you? That when I hurt you, it is to prepare you for something better? Something more than what you were made to be? Perhaps I need to confide in you, Astarion. That poem I had carved on you and your siblings' back is what links you to the ritual. It is what promises you to have a fraction of my ascended power."

It explains things, though Astarion wishes it didn't. Cazador had carved it nearly two centuries ago. Cazador's actions, unbeknown to him, have been preparations since. He did know what he was doing, when Astarion did not. Could something that hurt so much really be beneficial? Of course it could-- they were vampires, and as much as he suffers in his unlife, it did give him something he always wanted. It did give him eternal, unblemished beauty.

"Am I meant to extrapolate that to all of the other torture, too?" he asks, but his voice is no longer so biting. There is a part of him that has begun to believe. "Were the flayings and the rats what you needed for the ritual?"

"The flayings kept your skin youthful," Cazador says. "The whippings kept you in line, because I needed you. If I did not care for you, I could have kept you in the tomb, that first time you showed you were willing to risk my ire and your own life by wandering away. I would have rewarded you with more than rats if you had ever impressed me."

Astarion swallows, the rage and fear at the mention of punishment battling within him. The rage of the sheer injustice; the terror, the realization that Cazador could always have treated him worse.

"Here," Cazador says.

There was a goblet of blood set on a bookshelf, one that smelled so good Astarion had long given up on knowing what the taste would be. Cazador hands the entire cup to him, now, still close to full.

It's easy to call his sire heartless. It's easy to remember all of the indignity that has been inflicted on him, for years upon years, and to want him dead, so very badly. It is harder to claim Cazador did not care for him at all, when his sire's arm is draped around him, and he is kept warm, and he nurses a cup that tastes so utterly divine that his whole body shudders when he swallows in large, starved gulps, and the glorious liquid flows inside him.

"I am sorry," Cazador says, and Astarion almost drops the cup he is holding, his tongue working to lick along the metal. "I have not treated you well. I should explain to you why, if you wish to know. It does have to do extensively with my own family."

"Okay," Astarion says, shakily, as he is led to sit on a couch besides Cazador. "I'll listen."

And when Cazador begins, Astarion finds he is no longer so convinced of his disbelief.

"I truly do see you as my family, you know."

I would give so much to have just one normal, everyday conversation I could reference between Cazador and the spawn.

(More Caz thoughts under the cut 😮‍💨 scapegoat & golden child implications)

I feel like there has to have been some interaction beside "yes master/no master" etc because clearly he took the time to tell the other spawn about the Black Mass, and they believed him. Act 1 Astarion mentions how Cazador "gives hope til the last moment" which implies there were moments where he had hope until he'd been burned one too many times. Plus, all of Caz's lines about the type of person Astarion is, his terrible jokes and how it's punishment enough having known him for 200 years... it's a brutal zinger that has to come from personal experience. It wouldn't be funny if you didn't feel the weight of how long those two have known one another.

Considering Caz' obsession with Astarion and how Astarion seems to get the worst torture of his siblings, I see him more and more as the scapegoat in a toxic family. I wonder if there were moments of levity, where Cazador did invite discussion or talk from his spawn, giving the impression that there was some loosening of restrictions, or just enough where making a joke in hopes of amusing him would seem like a good idea - only to backfire horribly, with Astarion held to an impossible standard he couldn't predict while his siblings get away with worse transgressions. They all think the worst of him.

Petras genuinely believes Cazador will set him free, that all the torture he endured was somehow worth it and will lead to his freedom. Petras is also an idiot, but even idiots learn unthinking resentment and hate if beaten long enough. We know Petras at least gets to eat dogs sometimes, which... aren't allowed in Baldur's Gate.... (does Caz smuggle them in?? Does Dufay need to source some dogs for the spawn Christmas presents, while Astarion gets rats every year? Does Caz just tell him "oh go get yourself something nice next time you're out and about?" Do they go to Wyrm's Crossing together sometimes as a fun bonding activity, like when your father hits you one day but takes you out to ice cream the next????)

Astarion just seems so much more jaded and angry than the other spawn. A lot of that does come down to being the one who got away, who had it the worst and now feels bad about not being the lightning rod that unintentionally protects the others, who can now see just how fucked up everything was now that he's had space to think - while the other spawn are still in the thick of it, and probably aren't investing any thought at all into if Cazador is being truthful or not. There's no point. Whatever happens, happens.

I just have this nagging feeling that there has to be some positivity sometimes. If it was all awful, all the time, there comes a point where you stop working for it. There needs to be a moment of affection, the idea that things could be better all the time if you just did this one little thing better - going back to the ice cream example (lol), I wonder if Caz takes different spawn to do different things. Maybe Yousen's really good at Chess. Maybe he and Petras go bowling

Ok ridiculous example (Cazador clearly does not leave the house - but maybe he does, as Astarion feels the need to ask Dalyria where he is in Act 3? So maybe he does leave sometimes....) but the scapegoat/golden child dichotomy means there must be some positivity, some perks for the golden children. Petras gets better snacks, Leon works hard for the fancy room and gets to keep his daughter alive - maybe that's all there is, but I need to know how they all interact. Cazador has human servants, he's got Chamberlain Dufay and deals with the werewolves and clearly everyone's terrified of him and expects the worst - the rumors are nasty enough that Gale has heard of him - but he keeps a journal about the tortures he inflicts on his spawn. That feels, to me, like keeping score, doing enough to keep them terrified and busy but not so much that they give up all will to live in pure dedication of murdering him. Hence, like an abusive parent you still somehow love (and hey, it could be a lot worse, look at your brother after all as an example on what not to be) - there must be some positivity to hold on to.

Just enough that everyone besides Astarion believes him when he says he will set them free, enough that you need to pass a persuasion check, but also little enough that there's no real loyalty.

So yeah, maybe Cazador and Petras go on trips to Wyrm's Crossing together so he can get a dog to snack on. Idk man 🤷‍♀️ It's a lot more likely that Caz just says something awful about Astarion and lets them all rag on him for his amusement for a few moments here and there, and that moment of levity is enough to inspire some feelings of normalcy, but tbh I have zero clue what Cazador does all day and I'm obsessed with terrible slice-of-life scenarios.

[maguro13-2]

The Dark Beginnings ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 0 Pt.16 ~

[ A World of Madness - Akira Yamaoka]

Lord Phanto : You don't have the courage to become a hero. Just fight yourself with hatred, pure rage, and sadness! Unleash your true potential!

"Give in the Hate...Channel the anger...and control your sadness!"

(Lord Phanto laughing evilly)

Patty : You aren't the hero that we expected!

Liz : You're so lucky that it's all your fault that you brought your courage into a world of pain and suffering just like how we did to real world au!

Tsubaki : Coward! I lost the ones I love because of you!

Death the Kid : you're a despicable brat, Maka Albarn!

Ashley : Yeah! It's all her fault and so does Shinra Kusakabe!

Kimial Diehl : I thought you were the hero of your own story, but now you're nothing but a coward to the real world itself!

Maka Albarn : Yada...Yada...YADAAAAAA!!!

(everyone laughing evilly)

Maka's Bully : Hey, everyone! It's Maka Albarn, the hero who lost her own world due to the fault of her and the likes of Shinra! Your so-called lying was a part of protecting his legacy and you, heir of the Phantonian race, is a spawn to the devil's will!

Girl : Stupid girl! You call yourself a hero? You are nothing but the devil's spawn and a puppet to his will!

Maka Albarn : Please! I didn't do anything wrong! Stop it! I'm not! I'm not! I did no such thing! AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! (starts crying) Boku wa...B-Boku wa...Itai! Itai!

Lord Phanto : Give your courage the fear, the pain, and suffering! Show me the power of your hatred, your anger, and your sadness! And make it all to combine your powers to unleash the Shattered Resonace!

Maka Albarn : (crying) Yamette Kudasai o!

(everyone's laughing)

Black Star : Look at her. A no goody two shoes meister. Too bad that I scamming you by cheating your boyfriend! Thanks for the NTR by the way!

Maka Albarn : Papa, Mama, sister! You still have me right.

Spirit Albarn : Sorry, but we're just going to leave you behind and be with your sister so that she would be Soul Evans' girlfriend.

Maka Albarn : Matte! Chotto Matte! Don't leave me behind! Dont' leave me behind! Everyone! *clenches fist* Kirai...kirai...Kirai...Kirai...Minasan, watashi wa...Watashi wa... (cotinues to cry and furiously yells) WATASHI WA ANATA GA KIRAI!!!

*DBZ SFX : POWERING UP+EXPLOSION*

Maka Albarn : (about to wake up) ....Huh? What is this place?

Clairs Sinclair : Hey, can you hear me? Hey, kid! Can you hear me?

Elliot Edwards : Come on, wake up! *snaps finger* You! Are you a representative to Sega? Or are you some kind of representative to Nintendo?

Claris Sinclair : [To Elliot] What? No! she's not from one of those kind in Japan, we're a dream world! World full of dreams and this is equivalent to other dream worlds such as Subcon. We're still in our dreams connected by one.

Elliot Edwards : Oh good. You're finally awake! I'm Elliot Edwards the famous B-Ball player of Twin Seeds and this one over here is the singing diva Claris Sinclair, who also happened to be a failure at Sega's Next Idol. *DBZ SFX : PUNCH+BOING!*

Clair Sinclair : If I was a failure at a Next Idol show, consider the judges to give you a bop for your that! Sorry about that.

Elliot Edwards : Ow, Clairs. That hurt! So much for being a girl with a strong punch. But okay, I get it now. You got a name visitor, you're not the one from around these parts. This world you're living in, is Twin Seeds, and it's connected to the Sega/Sonic Team Multiverse.

Claris Sinclair : We are visitors who had or hearts and souls to dualize with a fellow friends, we helped him and they say that he's a nightmaren from those guys and kept him imprisoned for so long.

Maka Albarn : Maka Albarn, I am from the real world and you must be the ones connected to the real world. So it's good. We're all good. Not too shabby for a place like this in your world does it? Since when did you ended up in 1998 after a group of some Fire Soldiers that saved you? Where they Fire Force or what?

Clairs Sinclair : Burning Rangers, a group of firefightins and one of the representatives created by Sonic Team's Yuji Naka, co-creator of the Blue Blur.

Elliot Edwards : Yep. That definitely sounds like Fire Force. Long before Soul Eater existed in Real World AU, the world of Fire Force was on the Ohkuboverse's first organizations, they nearly lost getting burned or slaughter after the battle with Demon Vibe's creation, the Evangelist itself. And then after defeating it, BOOM! The world of Soul Eater you lived in has existed.

Maka Albarn : Not dead, hiding. They were survivors who survived the Time Eater's attack in the Ohkuboverse, sented to their childhoods or being slaughtered and then the last one was executed. Fire Force shed it's name to a new Fire Soldier organization known as Burning Rangers. the organization joined the Sega world as burning Rangers.

Elliot Edwards : I see. Sonic Team's very own Fire Force, a game that simply about one year before Sonic's true 3d adventure on the Dreamcast. From Shinra's world to Sega World. The game inspired and foreshadowed the prequel of Shinra's life as a Fire Soldier.

Maka Albarn : Maybe I understand about Shinra's Legacy. You don't seem to understand the eyes of truth, kid. With my courage and your help, I will break myself free from the influence of Shinra Kusakabe and relcaim the name Fire Force from Sega and it's position! But my relatives won't follow the directions if only that I will prove that truth is with me to see that Fire Force is still alive and active! That's why mom told that the world created was to bring hope and without the despair that was gifted from the minds of Sephiroth!

Elliot Edwards : Sephiroth, you mean that one winged bastard from that JRPG game. He was the giver to Humanity's despair? At the end of the bad day, everyone in Twin Seeds to thinking that we're failures and could lead us into the unknown despair. Wizeman's a no good cook for to be a nightmaren god better than the wizard EeNeMe or Nightmare himself. Good thing that the courage of you that Nights won't hear about this.

Nights : Did somebody say "Courage"? Gladly you asked.

Maka Albarn : You sound close.

[Fragmented Nights - Tomok Sasaki]

Nights : I am, because I'm right behind you.

Maka Albarn : Huh? What in-Who in the actual...[behind her is Nights and turns] Woah! Who are you!? What in the fu-!?

Nights : Hello, visitor! Don't be afraid! I'm not going to harm you! I want to show your inner peace to fight your dreams with courage and that's why you are here that I summoned you.

Maka Albarn : You must be a Sega Representative.

Elliot Edwards : One of the Characters made by Sonic's creators.

Nights : That's right and right the first time! Nights the Nightmaren, created by his creator Naoto Ohshima! Since you finally stopped Wizeman's corruption of corrupting your dream, I will give you help to save Real World AU from the Forces of Evil. Don't tell Yuji Naka about this. He won't never know. Will you help us out on defeating Wizeman so we may solve the problem?

Maka Albarn : Okay, I will do it! Even if it means killing gods like Kirby won't do anything for courage, but to saving Real World AU from danger! Okay then, I will give you help and to the help to this world! So hear me out, Jester! Cause I, Maka Albarn, will make myself a true hero! A hero that his or her story will be renewed!

"Meanwhile..."

Wizeman : Impossible. We have an intruder who just entered the world of Nightopia, and I believe it's one of the representative comes from a world of JRPGs.

Reala : Really? You don't sound to sure, Master Wizeman. That means the company Sqaure Enix has predicted Yuji Naka to work with them in order to create the Maestro their selves.

Wizeman : Any predictions, Reala? Will their be any consequences on the actions of a girl who wanted to save Real World AU from the forces true evil itself?

Reala : Might be my guess. But I want to follow the Ohkuboverse's progress quickly, it's about to harm her little world of Real World AU itself, there won't be anything left from it before that entity Demon Vibe will the conquer the galaxy on purpose.

Wizeman : As granted. I will give all Nightmarens to a proper vision to seek the futures of what will happen if the Ohkuboverse would really be the destruction of Real World AU itself.

Reala : Interesting. I hope that Nights wouldn't mind a girl's heart and souls as a part of courage, I see. Something to pass the time while the Dream of Demon Vibe's galactic conquest is still unifinished and would probably resume it to complete. (chuckles, then laughs, and continues laughs evilly) Beadichinoa NiGHTS!

~ Prologue 16 : Heroes of Courage ~

[shade-of-sun]

From the depths of my mind came forth a ship I hadn't thought about in years. Curiosity overtook me and I was suddenly gripped in the throes of Ao3, desperately reading through fanfic and switching back and forth to Tumblr for fanart to reblog – all while I crafted a playlist with every fic I read.

Now I will say, the few nods to the ship is in the title, referencing a very good fanfic series and very loosely referencing the very popular seasons!au in the fandom, really couldn't help myself with that both of these.

(For the four souls that liked my playlist when I first put it out, I hope you like Hijack.)

Let's get started! :D

• Ends of the Earth - Lord Huron

"Headin' out into the unknown,

Wayfairin' strangers and all kinds of danger,

Please don't say I'm going alone,

To the ends of the earth would you follow me?"

This an adventuring song and just hits different. I feel like these two would just go off on a whim on a crazy adventure while the other tags along cause what's life without a bit of fun? It's also find it sweet that maybe just maybe one of them would ask if they could come along. Though it would probably come off like "You're stuck with me now."

Either one of them would most definitely use that phrase.

Of course, when I listen to this song now, I think about Of the Northmost Winds and Skies by xxiiyu. Go read this fanfic if you haven't, it's a wonderful slow burn with a bunch of adventure, magic and pinning for our pairing. I'm going through my second reread of the fanfic due to my enjoyment of it, definitely one of my favorites.

Fic Recs: Forget-Me-Not by UmbrellaMartialGod, Of Tender Years by zoom, Wooed by toopliss_chewtoy

The Fold – Wickerbird

Now, not every song needs to spawn a mini character study so I picked this song mostly for the vibe. The nature imagery is giving "running through a dark forest and feeling nature all around, the co-existence of people, nature and something more magical. I think of a more magical Berk, leaning further into their superstitions and folklore. I'm thinking of a BBC Merlin-esq take on magic, with it being ingrained in the world and some being born with it.

Fics Recs : breath by AnguishofMyLove, Son of a Witch by twiafom, Between Blurred Lines by ThatAwkwardFaeNerd

Black Moss – Johanna Warren

I think about this song constantly. It's the vibe of the song!!! (The lyrics are kinda morbid, but it is they vibe they give off.) It's hard to find the words to type, but I just think these lyrics apply to both Jack and Hiccup. And this song always has me putting the pairing with Jackson Overland who then turns into Jack Frost, for maximum angst.

"And you've been watching me,

You say I emanate some strange magnetic power,

But don't be drawn to me, I maybe be here today

But soon black moss will cover over my dead body."

To potential to write so many dynamics that fit with this! To explore how Hiccup and Jack interact with each other with either Jack knowing Hiccup after becoming Jack Frost or with Hiccup seeing so much of his old friend Jackson Overland with in Jack Frost and trying to figure him out.

"You've been a lot of places,

left me forgotten by your side.

Maybe the feeling's baseless,

But something in me still stirs when I look in your eyes,

'Cause you've been kind to me,

I never quite believed you when you said its over,"

Jack wondering why Hiccup looks at him differently, with something in his eyes that Jack can't put a name to. It makes his heart ache cause Hiccup looks like he needs an answer for something Jack doesn't know how to answer. Something is there, just below the surface of what's between them, if only he could figure it out.

This song, for me, has a lot of potential to have so much good angst. Unfortunately I can not bring myself to write said angst, so I only have my thoughts.

I must mention the series Heart of a Dragon's Soul by SilverlySilence. The fic is also a slowburn that builds on Jack's appearance in Berk, stripped of his magic but still very in-tune with the mystical side of things and he eventually becomes Berk's Druid all while becoming friends with the gang and falling in love with Hiccup along the way on this very wild and tense adventure. Slow, warm and sweet like a cup of hot coco is reading Soul of a Druid.

I would love to read it again, if my heart can take it.

Bigger Than The Whole Sky - Taylor Swift

The lyrics, oh my god, the lyrics for this song. This song ruins me every time. Every time. Alright so this is kinda cheating cause this song also makes me think of Heart of a Dragon when I listen, but hear me out. I don't really know what more to say than read the fanfic and then listen to this song and try not to cry about it, cause that's what's happening to me right now.

"Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye,

You were bigger than the whole sky

You were more than just a short time

And I've got a lot to pine about,

I've got lot to live without,

I'm never gonna meet

What could've been, would've been,

What should've been you."

I'm never getting over this. This is for every fic that has Jack going back in time with bond with Hiccup and the gang, getting friends, getting to see dragons and having people see him only to then get tossed back in his own time left with the sinking feeling of never seeing Hiccup or his new friends again. (Then he finds a way back or Hiccup finds him in the future and they live happily ever after!!)

((Bonus if Jack was sent back while he and Hiccup were find out about the thing between them or had just confessed their feelings for each other.))

Okay little blurb aside - I decided to put it at the end of this playlist cause it starts the journey all over again when Hello My Old Heart starts to play, and I think its fitting and it pulls at my heartstrings.

On a happier note, I'd like to think, they'll meet again. That's the wonders of fanfiction, you get to make up new beginnings and endings for your favorite blorbos.

And I think about these two a bit too much to be healthy, but I love them.

Anyways, thanks for the read and if you happen to listen to this playlist, I hope you enjoy it. Keep on creating and happy writing!!