#and guess who's half man half elf?

[shorthaltsjester]

god. i’ve been chewing on vex’s “save him.” to percy when she died in c3e114 for her knowing percy’s one-track vengeance mind reasons but i’m currently rewatching/reading through transcripts for unrelated rotting reasons and was reminded of the moment in c1e102 after both the twins had been killed (vex via power word kill iirc & vax via disintegrate) and vex was brought back only for the moment the fight ended to ask “where’s vax?” and her horror to realize her and her brother had both been dead and now only he was and that he’d been left alone (and she’d been left without him) and when vax came wandering out of the woods as a revenant but still undoubtedly Vax how vex was ready to accept him without question even when percy raised the very real question of vax’s identity, given that they were fighting the perversion of death and i’m just head in hands about the consistency and the heartbreak that is the twins and the fact that vax’s deal to ensure he would not lose his sister ensured that vex would lose her brother and regardless of the circumstances vex accepting whatever version of him she might get to keep: the one who walks loomingly out of a fey forest and the one who speaks stiltedly at her wedding and the one who is stiff as he returns her embrace while she explains the children who carry her legacy (and his as well, she’s ensured).

like. nearly 30 years ago vex came back from death knowing she left her brother behind only to soon learn that he’d be returning to not-quite-death in a matter of (little) time and that she’d have however long her life would be left to live without him. and then she’s on a battle field fighting to free a version of her brother that isn’t quite right, that is dead and isn’t, who is lost to her but still in her grasp, and she thinks she’s dying and she begs the man she’s gotten to spend a lifetime with (nearly the same length of a life that her brother’d gotten) to save him. and i wonder if that was a plea to save vax in the sense of somehow bringing him back or to release him to the raven queen, so that vex could be in the reach of her brother again, not the matron’s champion, even if she was dead alongside him.

[crovvlipso]

Omg Aetha, I'm such a big fan.

[morrigan-sims]

I made Rook's father in the sims, and he's saved to my gallery as "Lord Shithead", lmao.

I now have three sim versions of different OCs' shitty fathers in my sims gallery. (Well two that I made and one that Miranda simgerale made for me.) I needed all of them for edits or else I wouldn't have made them at all (they don't deserve the honor), but it's a little funny.

[eglerieth]

Some of y’all are not appreciating Bilbo Baggins enough. I am here to remedy that. This guy has:

• somehow managed to establish himself as a respectable, staid hobbit by the time he was fifty, despite being both a grandson of Bullroarer Took and the Shire champion of pretty much every aiming-game known to hobbitkind

• had an in-depth debate on pleasantries with a random guy passing by in the street, who turned out to be GANDALF

• collapsed in front of his own fire shaking and muttering “struck by lightning” over and over again in response to hearing about dragons and danger

• mind you, this was after he screamed loud enough to startle a roomful of Dwarves

• signed up for a dangerous quest completely outside of his league out of spite

• when told to scout out a mysterious light, saw some trolls, and instead of reporting back with the information, decided to PICK THE TROLLS POCKET

• arrived in Rivendell for the first time and said it “smelled like elves”

• upon meeting a strange creature that visibly wanted to eat him, he decided to play a riddle game with him- and guessed pretty much every one, and made up his own riddles, afraid and alone, that not only were good and full of linguistic puns, but actually stumped the other guy- AND THEN CHEATED AND WON WITH A QUESTION

• showed mercy to said strange creature who wanted to kill him, and was now standing between him and freedom

• eavesdropped on the dwarves arguing over whether to try to save him, then popped up casually smack in the middle of them just as they were debating

• somehow managed to sleep like a log at the really really high eyrie full of wild predators

• found himself in a bad situation, said eff it, and turned around and antagonized and fought off an insane amount of man eating spiders, like enough of them that fifty was a small portion, by singing at them with incredibly complex and punny insulting songs composed on the spot, while simultaneously slaying them in multitudes despite having zero combat training. Seriously, we don’t discuss enough how epic the spider scene is.

• broke a company of dwarves out of the very secure prison of the Elvenking by inventing white water rafting with barrels

• charmed his way out of being eaten by a dragon

• stole the frickin Arkenstone from the guys who employed him, one of whom was a king

• took part in an epic battle, only to be knocked out in the first ten minutes and miss the entire thing

• was named elf-friend by the guy who’s prisoners he sprung

• wrote his own autobiography, complete with all the narrative recognition of his own heroics

• spent 60 years writing said autobiography

• taught his lower class neighbor’s kid how to read

• taught his nephew Elvish- not only Sindarin, but Quenya too

• spent decades telling his cousins his own story as fairy tales, complete with character impressions accurate enough that one of them was able to fool a servant of the Enemy with a second hand impression

• used the One Ring of Power to hide from his neighbors

• planned an elaborate feast with multiple social faux pas to mess with his neighbors, complete with a purposefully bewildering speech and culminating in him vanishing into thin air in front of everyone

• left his cousins and neighbors very unsubtle passive aggressive gifts in his will

• settled into Rivendell, randomly befriended the heir to the throne of like half of Middle Earth, and apparently spent his time writing very personal poems about his hosts and reciting them to crowds of elves

• after being invited to a Council of basically every major kingdom in the continent, spent a quarter of the time reciting vague poems about his friends, a quarter of the time telling anyone who would listen about his heroic past, and half the time interrupting to ask when lunch would be

• volunteered to bring the ring to Mordor

• became one of only four or five mortals in history to live in Valinor

Seriously, Bilbo Baggins may well be the most chaotic, insane person in the entire legendarium, and that includes the likes of people like Finrod “bit a werewolf to death to save the life of guy who he just met and gave up his kingdom for” Felagund.

[dkniade]

🌌💫🌒

Fan art of @kianamaiart’s characters from I Don’t Want To Be A Magical Girl! (with glasses, ft misc glasses characters & two IDWTBAMG universe fan characters)

I’ve been following this project from the start so it’s been great seeing interactions between the characters and how the fandom is so excited for it. ^^

I tried to draw the cast from memory and, while Miss seems a little different from canon, at least I got the dark hair roots and strands sticking out lol. But details aside they’re all recognizable! Which means they’re lovely designs that are unique from one another✨

Eclipse’s shades are a combination of his usual eye mask and the shades from this artwork, and Hoshi’s glasses are inspired by this one!🌒⭐️

Designs… (I don’t have a name for her yet but) the pigtails girl’s shapes are a combination of curves pointing downwards and curves pointing upwards. The idea ended up being that she’s on Eclipse and Lady DeVoid’s side so (after reading this post by Kiana about how most of the characters had Aika’s design as the springboard and are designed to complement eachother) I wanted her design to complement those two’s, with some influence from Zira. I like that the strands of hair on her forehead and the shape around them mirror both Zira’s hair and DeVoid’s horns haha. Plus, I was trying to figure out how to design her glasses and they ended up being kind of the inverse of Eclipse’s eye mask, which is very nice. Eclipse and DeVoid seem to be associated with sharp curves and circle shapes; maybe her outfit could be a lot fancier…

As for what her role might be in the story… I dunno, if she works with Eclipse and DeVoid, and Eclipse is all ~theatric and grand~ then maybe she could be like… his assistant… or something? Who knows. Or, I say “observer from afar” so perhaps she actually gets along with Zira well and they’d watch on the sidelines while Aika and Eclipse duke it out…?

Eclipse… Moon… Umbra… man what if I just name the pigtails girl Yueshi (月食, lunar eclipse)(for both the moon motif that Zira and Eclipse have, and the darkness motif that Eclipse and DeVoid have haha)

Shooting star and telescope don’t feel quite right, but with the circular shapes and the lunar eclipse, I could kind of see her having some star trail motifs with her sweater…

I guess Umbra would be the same type of elf (? darkness/concept personified?) as Lady DeVoid but I’m not sure haha. We don’t have much information on DeVoid other than the fact that she is darkness itself and that she lost most of her powers which she can’t remember how to use. Banished by a Star Guardian, revenge, recruiting Eclipse to help spread the darkness particles to destroy the Star Guardian… If she has a similar backstory to MLP:FIM’s Princess Luna then does that mean she was originally Aika’s teammate or something? haha

About Umbra’s hair… (Feel free to correct me for any inaccuracies.) I think from the reference photos I was trying to draw box braids but got so focused on also making the braids look like moon phases that I’m not sure if it’d still be box braids in the end? They seem more like cornrows now, at least for the side ones?

Here are some earlier versions of the OCs! and more rambling about designs

Well, initially I scribbled down Yueshi so I could experiment with values because I was thinking about how light-coloured pants draw the eye too much if the outfit or the top half of the character is darker. (Half way through she ended up looking like a IDWTBAMG character so I tried to match the proportions with Aika’s turnaround.) But I suppose if there’s enough contrast for the upper half (and IDWTBAMG’s stark black design style gives a lot of contrast) then it works out better. I think the combination of making Yueshi’s hair and the top half of her sweater black and the circle shape white worked out okay. Initially she had large round eyes so I tried giving her round glasses too but since she ended up being a fan character in the universe, it was too similar to Aika and Zira.

Umbra’s design kind of popped into my mind today so I tried to scribble it down and experimented with hairstyles. But green and purple are already associated with Zira, and that shade of lavender is more like Eclipse so I guess I’ll fiddle around with her colour scheme more. Maybe there’s not enough of the signature black there, and both could use some more details to match the level of details in the canon designs… (If Yueshi works under DeVoid then she’d probably get a fancy outfit too.) Then again, Umbra is more like Miss in terms of detail so it seems she’d be a background/supporting character or something…🤔

(I can’t seem to escape the puffy sleeves/cone shape silhouette🤔 Gotta diversify. Also, not sure if it’s ‘cause of the project’s style or if I just really love circles in character design haha)

[tenjikufag]

Duration.

Laios Touden x Tiefling!MaleReader

-continuation of PART1 **LONG PART

-typical angst warnings, read part 1 to get the gist of it all. Thanks for reading! Surprised how many people wanted a part two, I hope it meets any expectations //hides

“Laios! Hey! We need to have a plan for this!”

Chilchuck grabbed the back of the blondes shirt, trying to drag him back. Laios had become hard headed and didn’t think one bit about how to find you aside from starting to explore.

“We can ask around first! You don’t even know where you’re going!”

The half foot was exhausted, it hadn’t even been a week of you missing- they haven’t even checked the morgues or even put up missing posters of you!

“Brother, he’s right.. we need to plan something or else we may miss him..”

Falin’s hand stroked her brothers shoulder, making him stop.. he knew they were right but he wanted to find you as quick as he could.

“Marcille! You have spells to trace things right?”

The elfen girl jolted, not expecting to be called on so suddenly. She clutched Ambrosia close to her chest

“I can only trace recent tracks! He’s been gone long enough that the traces would be gone!”

Her brash response made the man frown, he guessed that was a possibility. It wasn’t his only idea but for now he would have to go through the typical missing persons route…

They checked in with their neighbours, any friends they knew that might’ve seen you, checked the morgues, asked around in taverns, consulted guilds… and nothing came up. No one had even seen you leave? He found that hard to believe!

Suddenly a dog barked, happy to see the group walk by, taking the man out of his thoughts. Falin smiled and knelt down to pet the dogs head.

“You guys seem awfully busy, harassing everyone within earshot. What’s got ya in such a mind?”

An older woman leaned forward in her rocking chair, passing a treat to Falin to feed the dog.

“Harass?! I’ll have you know-!”

Chilchuck was about to rant before Laios covered his mouth

“We are looking for someone, he’s been missing for quite some time now.”

Laios informed them, the dog barked and wiggled it’s way to the others in the group.

“Is that so? Well looks like ya found yerself just the guild for the job..”

Marcille and Falin tilted their head, before looking around the surround area of the building.

Dogs were everywhere, inside and outside of the building. It seemed there were many people involved with this and many more leaving with happy dogs in tow..

“Hunting dogs?”

“If that’s what ya wanna call these buggers. They’re also used for retrieval, search and rescue, or just a dog if ya wanted one.”

Marcille perked up, but before she could approach the woman further a hand came up from the woman

“We don’t lend these dogs to people who are gonna kill them for those goddamn roots, just s’yaknow..”

That’s right.. Marcille hadn’t really thought about the vision of an elf lurching for a dog.. and the implications..

“These dogs here are all trained, I’ve trained every single one of them. They’re reliable, if you need to find someone I’ve got just the dog for you..”

She slowly got up, whipping a cane out from under her and trudged her way into the building.

“Come on, don’t make me walk so much- I’m old can’t ya see?!”

The group apologized, Laios had a new determined look on him. What a lucky break!

The woman walked through the crowd, dogs were excited to see her but drove their attention back to the companions they were being introduced to.

“This one right here, it’s been stubborn to other training but it’s good at scent tracking. It was gonna be one of the guild dogs but it would probably be happier working.”

A large black dog sniffed the woman’s hand before circling around her and sitting. It looked quite dopey.. big and fluffy, big eyes and just a smidgen of drool coming from its mouth.

“How much?”

Laios knew they were low on funds but if this was the way to go.. and it had to be, he would sell everything he had!

“Fer this one? He’s hard headed so his price’ll be lower but name a price.”

The group quickly huddled, negotiating what was reasonable for both parties.

“We got this, and it’s all we got on us right now!”

Laios held out their singular pouch of funds..

Chilchuck couldn’t even argue, he knew the situation and didn’t have the heart to discourage the man further…

“Hm? Oh this is too much. Here, lemme take what I think is reasonable..”

The woman took the bag of coins and counted up a handful of them. Handing back the bag, it was barely any lighter than before.

“Are you sure?! You can ask for more!”

Marcille panicked, feeling bad despite not wanting to lose all of the partys money..

“Don’t question it long ears, this one doesn’t seem like it’ll let you leave without em~”

She laughed, watching the dog pounce onto Chilchuck as soon as she let the lead go. The dog was bigger than the half foot and took over him like he was a toy.

Laios smiled, nodding his head and thanking the woman.

“Just give em the scent yer lookin for and it’s gonna find them, guilds promise.”

The woman was happy, she knew the dog would be a good fit for the group and knew they were trust worthy just from the look of them.

They all split, leading the new companion through the town.

“Whatre you gonna make it smell?”

Chilchuck asked, the dog still nudging his arm for pets. Laios already knew what to give the dog..

Your underwear!

“Hah?! Don’t ya think a sock or maybe a shirt would do?!”

“I want him to smell something intimate, a smell that wouldn’t change because of different soaps.”

The group, aside from Falin, protested but once the dog was offered the scent- it completely pulled away from Chilchuck. It began sniffing around the house and seemingly followed a route that you had done before leaving. It began scratching at the closed front door, indicating the scent left the house.

“Woah, didn’t think it’d work that fast..”

Laios took the leash and let the dog drag them, it was strong in pulling on the lead. Despite its determined snout pressed on the ground it managed to evade any passerby and obstacles in its way.

“Good thing we all packed up before giving the scent..”

The dog led them outside of the town.

—

You sat at a table, surrounded by tieflings. Several towns over you’d found yourself a guild, a community of them; they were more than happy to accept you even if you weren’t one by birth..

They were kind. Accepting. Indiscriminate.

Just like Laios.

Your story was quickly shared amongst them all, many eager to hear of your life before the incident. They all held empathy towards you, trying to help you adjust to the new body and life.

“We don’t have any ways of reversing such a spell.. with no traces or idea of what it could have been.. the risks far outweigh the positives..”

An elder spoke to you, pouring tea for you. You’d expected that answer but it was hard to hear nonetheless..

“I can’t imagine what you’ve gone through, especially losing your mate. We can only help you cope, young one.”

Nodding, you agreed to their terms. It wasn’t anything crazy like devoting your life or anything but simply being able to contribute to the homestead- take care of yourself and be mindful of others.

That’s where you found yourself, amongst other tieflings and learning their ways to make integration easier. You figured you’d lucked out with this and wouldn’t push further.. it was better this way, right?

“You’re gonna make your horns sag with all the frowning ya do!”

A voice cackled, a new friend you’d made walked over and nudged your shoulder. Were you really frowning that much?

“Thinkin’ about him again?”

You nodded, it was obvious to everyone that you were heartbroken in more than one way, not just affected by your change.

“Why’d ya leave if you knew it’d be this hard? Wouldn’t it be easier with him, don’t ya think?”

You really weren’t sure, shrugging towards your friend; she only sighed. She was a mature tiefling, having lived for about 180 years by now so she’s had her fair share of relationships before landing herself a mate.

“Is he hateful? Do ya think he woulda kicked you out anyways?”

No, he wouldn’t. Laios wasn’t like that.. you left because you thought it was the best course of action. What had been done could not be undone, but the guilt and regret ate at you endlessly.

“No.. he was everything to me. The only one I’ll love, kind is an understatement and nowhere near strong enough to describe him..”

Tears pricked at your eyes, you were quick to wipe them away but the soft sniffles still made their way to the woman’s ears.

“Then.. why did you leave.. really? You gotta be honest with yourself.”

You left because it was what was right…. Right? How would he be able to accept you? Why would you subject him to such a horror, and how could you force yourself to watch his love for you change before your very eyes?!

“What I’m hearin is that it was selfish. I’m not gonna sugar coat it for ya love. You don’t know what he woulda said, how do ya think he’s feelin’ right now?”

It felt like cotton was stuffed in your mouth and throat, drying in realization of what you’ve done.. even in the worst case scenario you would never imagine Laios to be a horrid person, it was unfair to think that of him.

You knew he would look for you. You knew how heartbroken he must’ve been..

She was right, it was selfish.. but how could you repent for this? It was done. You were gone from his life and even if he did search for you, it wasn’t like he was going to find you.

Even if he did manage to pass through, he wouldn’t recognize you..

Pulling the hood over your head and clutching it over your ears, you sighed and listened to the woman beside you talk.

“Make sure you’re not late for dinner, sorry for the lecture. Just hate seein’ someone in pain.”

She got up and walked away, leaving you to sulk in the emotions and thoughts.

—

The party had been walking for what seemed like ages, their feet tired and bodies heavy from the week long trek. The dog seemed to have no issue, even trying to forego breaks and sleeping at night!

Sitting at the top of a large hill that overlooked a quaint town, they decided they’d set up camp before traversing the rough terrain below them.

Their dog barked and whined, pulling at the lead Laios tied to a strong tree.

“How does it even breathe with its nose pressed on the ground?”

Chilchuck grimaced, wiping the dogs face of the dirt as Falin readied a bowl of food and water for it.

“It’s a working dog, it probably expects a big reward for finishing its task.”

She smiled, putting down the bowls and watching the dog hesitate before scarfing it down.

“Wish I was that motivated for a damn snack..”

Falin lightly laughed at the man’s words, sitting down beside her brother as he looked over the town in thought.

Laios wasn’t his usual self, he was quiet and almost pensive the whole journey. Everyone had expected some sort of change but this made them uneasy to say the least- he was even more determined than the dog! It was only when the group lectured him (and the dog) that he needed to rest did he relent somewhat.

Pulling out a map, he crossed out another town that they’d just passed through without a sign of you.

“What’s the next town? I hope there’s an inn..”

The elf sighed wistfully, dreaming of a warm bed and a good bath. She looked over the blondes shoulder, seeing where he was reading

“The next town is —! There should be an inn.. and since we didn’t spend all too much getting here we could probably stay there..”

Chilchuck felt himself pale..

“Isn’t that the place with the huge tiefling guild?”

Marcille perked up, double checking the area and the name

“Yes! It is! Oh we should stop there-“

“For what?!”

“They have all sorts of magic that I’ve not been able to study for.. reasons but it will be a great opportunity for my dungeon research!”

Laios furrowed his brows. Tieflings? He’s never seen one in person and never really thought about them..

“Tieflings? What magic would they have?”

Before Marcille could inform him, Chilchuck piped up immediately

“Do you really not know?! They’re all necromancers!”

Marcille smacked the half-foots head,

“They are not! Many are just normal in their magic practices- dead magic is strictly forbidden amongst almost all guilds!”

The two of them argued, Laios was fascinated nonetheless but he still ended up thinking about you.. if you died would he be able to ask them for help?

“Just because the only known Tieflings were necromancers and created the magic doesn’t make them all one! That’s ignorant to say!”

“That’s all I need to know!”

The two of them went at it for quite some time, until eventually cooling off and walking away from eachother.

After eating, they drew straws for nightwatch. Even if they were in safe territories and could sleep peacefully without being ransacked or attacked by monsters; somebody needed to keep the dog occupied. It truly was a stubborn dog.

Laios took the first watch. He sat down by the dog, running his fingers through the soft fur on its back.

Why would you leave? With the quiet and just him alone.. tears welled up in his eyes. He couldn’t understand it.. what exactly happened? What could have been so bad that you’d leave him with nothing but a letter? It worried him sick aside from being absolutely heartbroken..

The dog quieted down, laying its head on his lap and staring up at him in hopes to comfort him.. he smiled softly and wiped away his tears.

He had always wanted to get a dog with you, growing up with them he absolutely adored them and in his perfect vision of your future it would be you, him, Falin, and a dog or two. It hurt that he only got a dog in these circumstances.

—

The town was already busy, even with it just passing the morning sunrise there were people scurrying between shops, door chimes filled the air, and loud chattering busied the groups thoughts.

Their dog started barking.

It began to pull harshly on the lead, wheezing as it practically choked itself of air. The barks weren’t the typical “let’s go!” But more of a viscous sound, like an alert.

“Dog doesn’t like tieflings, eh?”

Laios looked over, seeing a man chuckling lightly at the dog.

“It’s typical from what I’ve heard, somethin’ about the devils sets them off.”

Marcille rolled her eyes, beckoning the male to move along. It was odd behaviour he had to admit but would dogs really have an innate ability to dislike a group like that? He wasn’t all too sure..

The deeper they got into the city, they started to see them.

Long ears, tails, pointed teeth, horns..

Some had typical skin tones, others were grey, red, and other washed out pale colours but stood out nonetheless.. chilchuck slotted himself in the middle of everyone as if he was walking between three protective walls. Marcille on the other hand seemed giddy, already chatting up a storm with a pair that sat outside..

The others had noticed they’d ended up right infront of the tiefling guild, before Chilchuck could protest anything, the dog started to howl.

It made the new friends Marcille found herself, flinch and excuse themselves.

“Hey! Quiet down..”

Laios spoke down to the dog, trying to keep it close to him but it continued to stand on its hind legs to howl and cry. He apologized profusely to the people who moved away, not really sure what he could do to calm the dog.

The guild buildings front door opened and a hooded figure came out, quick to turn away and walk the way they faced. He couldn’t put his finger on it but something made him gravitate towards the person.

Something about the build and way they walked looked familiar but he dismissed it.. but

The dog got loose.

It had jumped and flipped itself around just right to slip out of its collar- the group stood in shock for a moment before screaming and running after the dog.

—

“There’s a dog outside, I’d avoid it if ya can. Can’t say it would do anythin’ but some people train their dogs to attack us.”

You were warned, pulling your hood up over your head. What a weird thing to do.. but you heard the dog and commotion outside, even seeing two of the other residents come in and complain about the dog.

“-and we were having such a good chat with a cute elf girl!”

Elf? Elves weren’t common to see around these parts from what you’d gathered, never seeing one in the time you’ve been here despite seeing essentially all other groups of people.

Patting yourself down, you said a quick goodbye to the head member.

Slinking out of the door, you saw the dog in the corner of your eye and made way to avoid it. Preoccupied with your thoughts and list of what you had to do, you didn’t hear the people behind you start to holler about a loose dog.

That’s when you felt a bite on your tail.

Pain curled up your spine before you whipped around and saw the dog, it then jumped on you and placed its front paws on your abdomen trying to stop you.

“Go on! Get!”

It only gave a dopey head tilt to you before howling.

“Ah! I’m so sorry! It slipped out of its collar and-“

It was Laios.

The two of you made eye contact, ignoring the dog happily circling around you and sitting down proudly- giving one more bark of “I found you!”..

It was like a standoff, you felt the blood drain from your face and stomach start to churn as his gaze shook while looking at you.

“Y/n? Is.. is that you?”

Your throat felt dry, no words coming but your mouth was left slightly agape.. he found you. How did he find you? You took a quick glance behind him and saw Chilchuck, Marcille, and Falin.

They’d all come for you?

The feeling in your chest dropped like a bad of sand and you spun around and took off, much to the protests of Laios who quickly left the dog with his friends and told them to wait.

You ran around the corner, quick on your feet to escape a confrontation.

He wasn’t supposed to find you! Yeah he could have searched and looked for as long as he wanted but you never expected him to find you!

“Y/n! Wait!”

Air was leaving your lungs quickly, you needed to find an escape but with a final turn you found yourself at a dead end in an alleyway.

“Dammit!”

The sound of Laios skidding on his feet behind you made sure to let you know that you were caught.

A feeling of dread filled every cavity in your body, anxious vibrations and chattering in your teeth while his steps got closer.

“Don’t come any closer!”

You hunched over yourself, pulling your hood down further to cover your ears and face.

“So.. it is you?”

“You wouldn’t believe it if I said no.. would you?”

Laios felt his heart break, the cracking in your voice and the way your body shook broke him inside; he’d never seen you this distraught.. he scanned over your cowering figure, first noticing the tail that tucked itself under your legs and the faint silhouette of horns on top of your head.. but he smiled softly to himself.

It was you, and you were still alive.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, flinching away and trying to get up and run but he caught you quickly. Wrapping you in his arms tightly despite you thrashing and trying to get out of his grip.

“Let me go! Please! I don’t want you to see me like this!”

He listened to you sob and scream, letting you scratch his skin and almost tears his clothes; all he could focus on was the warmth he held from you, the familiar sensation of you in his arms calmed his once ever growing nerves even in such a moment.

You were in his arms, breathing and safe. That’s all he knew and all he needed for now.

“Laios Touden! Let me go!”

“No, not until you tell me why you left.”

You stopped thrashing around at his words.. with your lax body he hugged you properly and rubbed his face into your shoulder. The tears wetting your cape and shoulder.

“Did you.. did you leave because you wanted to?”

Your breathe hitched, of course not. You never intended to leave him but.. the change..

“I left because I..”

Sighing softly, you tried to pull away again but his grip only tightened with his own soft shaky breathe.

“Can you let me go for just a moment? I won’t run..”

He hesitated, his arms tensing and he squeezed you before he reluctantly pulled away but kept himself close to you.

Reaching up, you raised your head and took off the hood.

Laios’ eyes widened, looking at your horns first, seeing the way your ears had changed and the other new features you’d gained..

“This. This is why I left.. I can’t imagine that you’d still love me-“

“But you’re still.. you, right?”

He grabbed your hands into his, inspecting the long claw like nails.. lacing his fingers with his own with a soft smile on his lips.

You were still you, nothing inside had changed.. it was all exterior as far as you knew. Biting your lip, the tip of one of your canines peeked out and tears welled in your eyes.

“I don’t know.. why are you looking at me like that?”

Laios had seemed like he was hyper focused and already in his own world.. he was still Laios.. you weren’t sure if it was curious disgust or if he was still surprised to see you like this..

“Laios..? Stop gawking at me! Please say something!”

“Can you uh, can you open your mouth?”

Blinking, you went to speak but before words could come up he already had a hand pushing softly on your upper lip.

“Fangs? That’s.. hot!”

You blushed, pulling your face away from his hand. Why wasn’t he saying anything else about you leaving?!

“What are you saying?! Aren’t you scared?! Disgusted? Just tell me what you feel so I can leave! So you can carry on with your life!”

He flinched, not used to you screaming at him.

“What do you mean?”

His puppy eyes watered, hurt that you’d scream at him and a familiar guilt burned at you.

“What do I mean?! Look at me! I left you, don’t you feel any hatred towards me?!”

He shook his head, once again grabbing both your hands in his.

“I could never hate you. I came looking for you because I love you and don’t want to continue without you.”

The man’s voice wavered, a realization seemingly hit him.

“.. do you hate me?”

He suddenly dropped your hands, for once during the whole interaction he took a step back. Without any thought you quickly wrapped your arms around him to keep him from going further.

“No! I don’t hate you! It’s because of me changing that I left and I just thought that you’d be better off without me like this!”

His tight grip on your waist returned, he leaned his forehead on yours.

“I could never be any better off without you. Never.”

You watched his lip quiver, his eyes shut but you saw tears appearing on his lashes..

“I’m.. I’m sorry. I’m sorry Laios..”

He breathed in, opening his eyes to look into yours.

“Is it okay if I kiss you? Or.. do you still want me to leave you alone.. are you happier here?”

Your heart thrummed in your chest, you planted your lips on his and the two of you desperately exchanged kisses. A bite at your lip made you open your mouth and he took claim immediately, you felt him lick along your new fangs. Pushing onto him he backed away and let you explore his mouth, nipping at his lip and leaving a faint scratch- just enough to draw blood. He winced and you pulled away.

He was flushed red, a faint dot of blood on his lips.

“Are you okay?”

Poking out his tongue, he licked the blood off his lip with a smile.

“Never better… come home with me, Y/n”

You wanted to cry.

He still wanted you, despite everything he still travelled and searched for you- the same love in his eyes from all those years still vibrant and glowing. You nodded, before the two of you left the dead end he gave you a much needed confirming hug. Making sure to nuzzle himself into your neck, feeling your skin against his was a much needed relief.. he was happy.

Laios would never think any less of you, his view of you would never change- so long as you allowed him to be, he would be by your side. He hoped it would be forever.

[sleepyyghostt]

GIGGLES

honestly it went really well anyways. we investigated genla's apartment n found out HER BACKSTORYYYYYYYYYY from piecing together her notes n journals (w great investigation rollssss) plus really really cool lore stuff re augmentium, the abyss, and the exact nature of the connection to the prime plane, aannnddd what needs to be done to stop it :3 :3

(debating infodumping it here. hmmm.)

THE MANACLE ISNT SOMETHING, LIKE, BINDING HER, ITS THE ACTUAL LITERAL TETHER OF AUGMENTIUM'S LAYER OF THE ABYSS TO THE MATERIAL PLANE ITSELF

thats what she meant when she said she 'became the gateway'.... and now roots has it.

she found the manacle in a chamber with abyssal script on the walls during an archeological trip for uni, and it latched onto her. afterwards she started excelling in magic non-suspiciously and used it to get STUNNING uni grades and scholarships. and. um. im realising that this will actually take me forever to type

WELL! she starts getting the augmentium dreams, a massive figure slowly approaching across a void towards the crumbling city etc. and then she starts talking to him. and surely hes niceys :))) promising many good things!!! magical theory! growing!! flourishing!

at the same time, she starts translating the abyssal found on the walls of the chamber. she learns the name augmentium, and slowly discovers the story of a group of sun elves that long ago gave themselves to augmentium, selling their being for growth, prosperity, magical advancement, change. They created the chain to anchor his plane to ours, and nothing in existence has the ability to destroy it except for what it was created from- the bloodline of that group of sun elves. so augmentium slaughtered them.

That crumbling city that we see in those dreams? Thats where those elves lived. He made that city a ruin.

and now, there is only one remaining elf from that bloodline. Ivan Inferla

HE'S the benefactor that genla talked about. the 'one guy who can destroy the demon portal but will only do so in exchange for the results of arolin gray's research'

and IN his defense. he would have had no way of knowing that gray was experimenting on children. we also discussed the implications of the planes drifting away from us/magic fading away from the world. stuff like rotscale would become more common as magical species lose, well, magic. all magical creatures r screwed and in a couple millenias time, anything but like, humans and halflings would probably go extinct. my theory here is that if Ivan knew that the abyssal tether was a Guarantee of magic remaining and increasing in the world, he wouldn't sever willingly that unless he also had a guarantee that the world could still remain magical (even if it was a form of magic that will ummm consume the world and cause the actual apocalypse). and the sort of increase of magic in the world that he'd be looking for happens to be THE EXACT SORT OF THING THAT GRAY WAS STRIVING FOR (insert his freak ramblings of advancing humanity and returning to the days when dragonborn flew and elves lived for millenia (before he ran off and died of toxic smoke inhalation in a burning building) here)

we did a bunch of roleplay after that too but yeah :D that was the bulk of the lore reveal i think!!!

the dnd session was beyond harrowing but at the very least i have one less thing to be worried about than the rest of the party bc i got to say some cryptic stuff with massive implications and not elaborate before everyone got attacked by demons. so now the rest of the group is left to wonder what the hell henry jacks meant when he said "do you know where henry jacks is" whereas i already know what i was on about . all i have to grapple with is. ........... ........... everything else

[anythingforstories]

Currently reading Lord of the Rings for the first time. Never seen the movies (I want to read the book first) and the majority of my LOTR knowledge comes through memes and spoilers on Tumblr analysis posts. I've made it through Fellowship of the Ring and am now in The Two Towers, specifically the chapter where Merry and Pippin meet Treebeard.

Thoughts and predictions at this point (contains spoilers, but it's been out since 1954, so deal with it):

-So I guess "They're taking the hobbits to Isengard" was Merry and Pippin? In which case, they did not end up taking the hobbits to Isengard. Pity.

-(No but really, I had thought that referred to Frodo and Sam because I think they're slaves at some point? IDK. Maybe they're slaves in Mordor. I shall have to wait and see.)

-I am happy that Merry and Pippin have had more page time and got to have a clever escape. I was beginning to wonder why they were there in the story. I do like them, though.

-I wonder if Treebeard is important?

-During the entire second half of Fellowship of the Ring, I was thinking, "Surely Legolas has a bigger role, based upon the number of fangirls?" I now see that he does have more page time, though still at this point, I feel his fangirls may have overinflated his role within the story. Perhaps he shall do more later, though. Still a cool dude, in any case, sleeping while walking and all that.

-Gandalf's defeat was less dramatic than I'd always imagined. Pretty sure he's not gone forever, based mostly upon memes and fanart. And also the fact that he seems to be rather too important to be gone this soon.

-I'd honestly anticipated a long redemption arc for Boromir. Based upon all the analysis I've seen about him, I had vaguely known he sacrificed himself for the hobbits, but didn't expect it to be this soon. Not sure how I feel about this. (I did cry, and then I cried again when Aragorn didn't reveal what he'd been up to to Legolas and Gimli. I didn't actually expect to cry while reading LOTR. But the tragedy hit hard.)

-I know there's gonna be a romance between an elf-lady and a man, but I'm not sure who with whom. I don't think there's been a single hint of that yet. Maybe I'm wrong.

-Pretty sure they're going to see the ocean?

-"I am no man!" (Or something along those lines. I hope that wasn't movie-original; I think I've seen pictures of that text in the books? But it sounds very epic.)

-Gollum is a persistent chap. I rather like him. I do, unfortunately, know his fate. My sisters watched the movies when they were little and that's one of the only things they can remember.

-It's definitely picked up compared to the first book! Unlike many people, though, I did read through all those pages of pure worldbuilding lore at the beginning. It was boring and yet delightful.

-I need a map. I'm borrowing a friend's version where there's all the books in one cover with lots of illustrations and such. There was a map of the Shire but not of everything. I could easily look it up online, but I'm stubborn and want to see if the book will have one at some point.

-Can't wait for Aragorn to come back as king. I assume this shall happen in Return of the King. It would make sense. He seems a good fit for the job.

-I would DEVOUR an anime of this series. Specifically, a book-accurate one.

-Sam is excellent.

-Lots of fantasy seems so much less original after reading LOTR :P

[persephinae]

i'm not sure if it was just recently added, or if I finally got enough affinity, but if you talk to Jaheira after bringing her to visit her house and family (after rescuing Minsc), you find a necklace that her late husband gave her and you can slowly talk to Jaheira about her past

she had married a shy man, a fellow half-elf Harper who would be considered timid by most people, but when there was something he could not ignore, when you really needed him most, he was as brave as the rest of them. Braver even, as it wasn't really in his nature to be brave or bold, he had to fight against himself to do what others considered easy

she loved him with her whole entire heart, and when he died she continued to mourn and miss him. That is what she's talking about when she mentions that sometimes people become so important to you that even when they're no longer there, you still continue to twine your heart and life around them.

you also find evidence that she was gathering knowledge on a spell to extend her life even more than what she had as a half elf, as she despaired that there was no one else to continue the fight as she had

and if you have high affinity with her, you can talk her out of using that forbidden spell and have faith that others will continue on after she's gone with the fight to help people (I'm guessing the full quest was cut for time)

but it's interesting to see these snippets of Jaheira. She's such an interesting complex character - she can be brusque and guarded, but she loves fiercely, she can be wise in battle or judging people but she makes rash or foolish decisions with those she's close with as she's so desperately afraid of losing them. Once you have her loyalty, you have it for all time, unless you do something so abhorrent that she breaks with those who have dishonored that loyalty.

i would love to go back and play the earlier games just for more insight into Jaheira tbh

also i think it's really really cool that Larien allowed her to be old and still kick ass and be awesome

[impossible3girl]

Sirius Balck: If you want to know what a man's like, take a look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.

It's ironic that Sirius is the one saying this. Wasn’t he the one who bullied and tried to kill a poor half-blood? Wasn’t he the one who made fun of Peter Pettigrew? Wasn’t he the one who treated his house-elf like shit? Well, I guess he got what he deserved, especially from Kreacher. I mean, it was Kreacher's lie that led to his death.

[psiroller]

OkOk, so I know you’re currently in the middle of writing who knows how many more dunmeshi fics, but have you considered Tall-man x Tall-man Chillchuck and Laios yet? Maybe for a quick little drabble or something? I feel like that could go somewhere maybe.. If not this is just me rambling 😔, so feel free to ramble back and have a good day <3

oh anon. you found me juuust as i was raring up to procrastinate. you are in luck. CHILAIOS/656 WORDS/TALLCHUCKXLAIOS/CONSIDER THIS BREAK THE LOCK CANON

“Okay,” Chilchuck said, his voice deeper and rougher than Laios was used to. “What’re you staring at?”

Laios blinked. “You, obviously.”

“But aren’t you used to this shit yet? Do I look different now that you’ve changed back?”

Laios cocked his head. The changeling effect had worn off for Laios a few hours ago, but Chilchuck was still a tallman. Maybe because he was lower to the ground, he got a larger payload? Laios had made extra sure they’d scrubbed everything off him, so it was only a matter of time. Laios didn’t like to think about the possibility Chilchuck never changing back, but with his taller stature returned he could properly appreciate the differences. Chilchuck loomed over Laios as a dwarf and was still taller than him now. His cheekbones were higher, his face stretched along a taller jaw, stubble emerging so soon after a morning shave. Yet, besides the slightly sunken and tired look, Chilchuck’s eyes were still the same; pitch dark in low light, amber-brown in front of the fire, intense when met.

“You do,” Laios said, “but you don’t. I keep noticing little things.”

A blush rose on Chilchuck’s gaunt face, scratching at the nape of his neck. “Well, don’t get too invested. It’s gonna wear off soon.” He rubbed the pressure point on his temple. “Hopefully.”

“It will,” Laios assured him, and scooted closer. “But it’s fascinating… I wonder how the changeling spores decide what form to change someone into?”

“I guess whatever’s funniest,” Chilchuck said with a wry grin. “You saw Izutsumi.”

“I don’t think you’re funny looking, though,” Laios frowned, his eyebrows pinching together. Chilchuck pshawed at him and put a hand on his face when he got close. Laios pushed against it and wriggled, an over-affectionate dog held at bay.

“It’s supposed to make me look freakish to everyone else, so I die alone, right?” Chilchuck said. “Half-foot to tall-man makes sense. I’m twice the size of the biggest guy in my family. Imagine if I came home to my kids like this when they were young.”

He frowned at that, the dark humor sucked out of it by frank darkness. “And an elf to a half-foot,” he went on, trying to wipe the annoying concern off Laios’ face, “That’s gotta be a nightmare. We’re the lowest of the low to them, right?”

“Chilchuck.”

Laios was back in Chilchuck’s space, having evaded his hand, or Chilchuck had let him. It didn’t matter. Chilchuck’s hand found Laios’ shoulder but he didn’t shove. Chilchuck hated being observed so closely, but he made endless exceptions for Laios.

“You’re beautiful,” he said. Chilchuck honked out a laugh. “I’m serious!” Laios barked, and Chilchuck petered out. “I mean it, Chil.”

Chilchuck rolled his eyes. “Well, that’s a shame, since you’re never gonna see this face again.”

Laios held his face and turned Chilchuck to face him, to kiss him. Their faces fit together unevenly even though they were the same size now. Laios scratched his fingers through Chilchuck’s stubble and nuzzled their noses together, did that creepy thing where he opened his eyes to watch Chilchuck as they kissed that always drove him crazy. Laios reached up to touch Chilchuck’s ear, finding a nick in his ear that Marcille could never fully heal all the way, and Chilchuck grumbled as he felt—something like it, it was doing something for him, but maddeningly dull compared to his memory.

“That’s just it, Chil,” Laios breathed. “Seeing you like this, as cool as it is…” he grinned sadly. “I miss you as you are.”

When Laios brought up his other hand to cup Chil’s head, there was a rush of something electric. As he drifted back into reality, he was engulfed in Laios’ warm shadow, and they couldn’t easily interlock their hands. Chilchuck gripped the broad gap between Laios’ middle and ring fingers, and thanked the stupid mushrooms for letting them fit together properly again.

[bareee]

Kid zoned

Durin a convo with a bud a mine Gale’s age came up, havin thought it was mid 40s with what I saw a year ago both of us were surprised when now everythin’s proven his to be 35 or as young as 30. Puttin’ him in the kid zone for Mark XD so yal’s old man loves are doomed as it was old man liesssss

I’ll leave it up yal in the comment(Or reblog tags here i guess…) and who actually reads these if from here I go by his official age of 35 or the age I’ve always assumed(45ish/closer to his voice actors age), cause I don’t care as much bout Gale bein kid zoned compared to mayhaps some of you commenters XD one way or another I’m still gonna make fun of how clingy he was durin’ my run but when it comes to yal’s choices I give ya and me givin’ yal more control over who Mark grows to cares about Gale won’t be on the list of ‘possible partners’. A age gap of 13 ‘s a bit much for my comfort, why half the companions are stuck behind that kid wall and Gale’ll join em. I have at least some lines I won’t cross for yal humph and there’s still two pain in the asses left for ya, Aint even gonna get in elf age dilemmas… so Shadowheart and Astarion are safe… for now~

[animehouse-moe]

Ryoko Kui's Daydream Hour

I am moving at a glacial pace with tidying up and editing the images of this art book, so I'm going to take a break and talk about Kui's incredible character design on Delicious In Dungeon, using elves here as an example

So, first of all, race-defining traits. With the elves, it's obviously ears as the first. But, Kui plays around with that far more and in an incredibly natural way. The size of their ears differs, the angle at which they protrude from the side of the head can be different, their rotation in terms of where the opening of the ear faces can change, and even the "pointyness" is unique to each elf.

It creates incredibly varied views and "styles" of elf within the world, and complements a lot more of the physical traits that reflect ethnicity in our world.

Take, for example, the hair of elves. In the vast majority of cases it remains blonde or silver/white, and is straight. As you can tell with some of the images, it's not always smooth or silky like some exhibit, but in the vast majority of cases, for elves that are pure elves, their hair is straight (potentially with some shape/volume as you can see with the gray-haired elf with green markings on their face).

Similarly, elves are shown to have characteristically blue or green eyes. Which begins to draw your attention towards an outlier.

This elf. The one with purple eyes. Immediately, you might think "oh, they must only be part elf", but Ryoko Kui was only laying a trap with that idea. This elf is certainly 100% elf, it's just that they exhibit traits that are heterogenous to how Kui's defined elves as a race.

The biggest outliers being the purple eyes, but then also the ears. Here's the thing though, there's not a race that strongly exhibits purple eyes throughout Ryoko Kui's work on Delicious In Dungeon. It's just that elves exhibit strong homogeneity in regards to eye color. A similar thing can arguably be said about the ears which may make viewers think something's up. They're certainly the smallest of the bunch, and the most rotated, but other elves also see aggressively rotated ears, just not to the degree that this one does.

If you want to talk about how the traits of elves mix with that of other races we actually have two examples. Marcille Donato, obviously, as a half elf and half tall-man, but also this other blonde woman with blue eyes.

We know of Marcille's heritage so let's focus on the woman on the right. The first thing that you notice as a heterogenous is her hair: it's wavy. It's a trait that's very much separate from Kui's depiction of elves. Similarly, the shape of the eyes betrays that much more narrow and sharp style.

Then there's also the ears, which are larger, noticeably shorter, more round, and most noteworthy are thicker.

With that last piece I'm sure many are thinking, "Oh, she has to be half Gnome!". Yes, the shape and size of the ears does very much fit Kui's style of Gnome (as does her height, I'll say more later), but let me show you a (bad and unedited) image of how Kui draws gnomes.

Their eyes are far more slanted and downturned. It's a very strong trait of the Gnomes, alongside their very prominent noses and hair that isn't noticeably curly or wavy.

So no, it's not Gnome, and I wouldn't say it's Dwarf either. My guess is that this woman is part half-foot. The smaller stature (yes, the headshot shows that she's shorter than the other elves), the curly hair, the shorter yet more prominent and thicker ears, the rounder eyes, it all speaks to similarities expressed by Half-Foot characters.

And I think that's really incredible. It's just a wonderful highlight of how thoughtful and creative Kui is with their character design, and how unique they're able to make a race.

At a glance, you can tell who's what, but they don't all look the same by any means.

That's something that's really driven home with Ryoko Kui's Daydream Hour, and something I really want to talk about more. Though, as you can tell, I've got a lot of work ahead of me to get images that are actually good and presentable, so we'll see when I'm able to squeeze out a proper post.

[kandy-sticks-zaza-blogs]

Octavia Godparent

Octavia x God parent!Reader

Platonic/sfw/fluff/comfort/angst kinda?

Octavia deserves a better parental figure than Stolas.

Fairly oddparents AU

Octavia a teenager who lives in the mansion as a moody teenager.

Her parents argued again as they shouted at eachother blaming that Stolas slept with an imp and Stella is angry at Stolas slutty behaviour as Octavia turned her music up.

Octavia feels miserable as she holds her knees to her chest. Stolas forgets his daughter promises as she felt upset.

“It’s not fair all he thinks about is that man I wished I would see the stars…” She threw the useless gift her dad gave her in the bin as she kick the bookshelf one book fell onto the floor.

Octavia hold the book in her hands as she goes in her room she brushed the dusty book off she smelled the scent from the book that smelled like…dark chocolate and cinnamon?Octavia hold it in her arms hiding it as she goes to her bedroom as she shut the door she take the chains off with her magic as she opens the book a puffy smokey vortex blow up out of the book as there’s a silhouette came out.She coughed covering her mouth as she her a deep voice.

“Awww….feeling the misery already?Do no worry wart!For as I….Y/N THE HALF ANTI-FAIRY!Will shall help you cheer up!!” A blue skinned fairy with a sharp elf ears,a floating yellow crown,a demon wings and a very old ancient clothes appeared out of the smoke as they use a huge wand as their own prop as they put on the smug face they walked around Octavia in circle.

“What even are you anyway?Are you a grown adult playing dress up and pretend to be a fairy for Halloween?” She looked Y/N roasted them as they were speechless. “Ah- I’m sorry what?”The Half Anti Fairy looked at Octavia in confusion.

“You know you should try a better fashion sense than this.” Y/N is offended by her “No I’m not wearing a costume!Anyway…AHEM!I am your fairy godparent! I will make any wish you desire,Octavia!”

“Wait how did you know my name?”

“Well it’s said you’re name on my list after all and you freed me!Damn it’s been 100 that I am trapped in that cramped book!"You stretched as the bone cracked.

“Wait you said that you were trapped in the book for 100 years?”

"Yes by your ancestors and Jorgen Von Strangle they used their magic to trap me in here!Cursed your ancestors...." You said bitterly in your voice at the end of the sentence. "Okay there are rules or whatever,Do not tell anyone about fairies do exist if you do tell you'll forget me and I'll disappear forever."

"Okay I won't tell anyone it's not like I am a very talkative person..."

"So where am I?Am I in Hollywood or...."

You open the curtains as you see redness everywhere that in fact that you are unaware that you are in hell as you scream from the red that blinded you.

"AHHH!TOO MUCH RED!!"You covered your eyes while rolling around on the floor Octavia watched you in confusion.

You heard a loud shouting walked with your prop limping as you see two adults arguing eachother as you are confused. "That's my mom and dad, Stella & Stolas...they are always fighting."

"Oh and what caused them to ruin their relationship?"

"My dad cheated on my mom with a man." Octavia says as you turn your head slowly with a disgusted expression as your face darken. "Do you want me to turn your father into a cockroach?"

"What no!" Octavia tried to stop you as Stella walked passed Octavia ignoring you and Octavia you immediately make Stolas fainted by shooting a beam from your wand.

Octavia is shocked by your actions as she was about to tell you off you control Stolas standing up like a puppet.

"Hello daughter I was wondering we could see the stars together!"

"What have you done to my dad?!" Octavia scolded you as you put on a smug face. "Oh you know I changed his personality to be a good father he is and guess what he deserves it!"You poking his eyes making fun of him.

"So you said you want to make a wish?What do you wish for Octavia?"

"I wish I want to see the star."

The wand began to glow as the portal appears as they see spaces filled with stars and beautiful atmosphere. They are both wearing a spacesuit as you smirk feeling proud of yourself.

"Wow it's so beautiful..." Octavia smiled as she began to float she is confused as the you pulled the rope down to you. "Come on let's jump like we're on the moon!" Octavia jump with her mind control dad as you watch them. Octavia began to smile feeling the joy in her again as they are both having fun.

After many hours she flopped onto the bed as you put her unconscious dad to his bed. You walked in the room as you see Octavia smiling as you tucked her up.

Stolas keeps getting nightmares for his karma as you and Octavia have so many fun and wish everyday. You both go on the adventures,disguise as a teenager demon to hang out with her in public,see the stars and go out for food.

You sit next to Octavia staring at the sunset as you looked down at the reflection of the water having flashbacks of your past.

"Please don't take my child away!"

"Mom!"

"Y/N NO!!"

“Mom!”you feel sweaty in your dog form as Octavia woken up by your outburst.

“Y/N are you okay?”

"I'm okay it's my past... I'm the one who caused bad things happened I'm the one who keeps putting everyone in danger."

"Octavia if you grew up and become the queen would you ever forget who I am...?"

"No why would I ever forget about you? Your the best parent I needed in my entire life."She hugged you without a warning as you tear up feeling butterfly in your heart as you feel comfortable with your godkid.

You began to raise her better as a god parent as you feel happy again after 100 years trapped in the book you'll always find the right person who came into your life.

[roguishcat]

What happens at Sharess', stays at Sharess'

Excerpt: “Cora, sweetheart,” Astarion leaned closer to her, brushing a strand of inky black hair behind her ear, delighting in the fact that she leaned into his touch. “Can you tell me what you did last night to that nice drow man to have him in hysterics, hm?”

Pairing: Astarion x my OC, Astarion x female Tav

Word count: 3.2k

Tags: Fluff, Act III, Spoilers for Act III, named female Tav, OC

Set in Act III

A/N: I feel a bit nervous about posting this, and hope you like Cora, she is so cunning and chaotic, quite different from how I usually portray Tav in my other stories. Enjoy! ❤️

Art by @floadwarf1

Astarion prided himself on being able to read people. But then along came Cora. The seemingly dimwitted and charming high-born half-elf who was a magnet for trouble.

Yet, once you got to know her more, you realised that it was all a front and Cora was, in fact, so much more than just a conceited rich girl. Just like the rest of them, Cora kept her secrets close to her chest initially, but ended up confessing everything, overwhelmed by guilt, feeling that she was letting her friends down by not being entirely honest. Seeing as all of them were either keeping secrets or straight up lying to each other from the word go, the revelation was received well enough. And it was after Cora finally told them the truth about her shadowcaster heritage and dysfunctional, borderline psychotic patriar family that Astarion really saw her in a new light.

She was intelligent and ruthlessly vicious when dealing with enemies, making them end themselves by using their madness to quicken their demise. Her sharp tongue and the way she twisted words were rather useful when they were directed at someone else. He was especially impressed by the way she handled Yurgir. Large doe eyes and deceptively frail frame aside, Cora could be trusted to be cruel when the situation called for it.

Yet, Cora was fiercely loyal and protective to the group, to the point that it was near suicidal, which drove Astarion up the wall.

When Astarion first decided to sleep with her to get their unanimously appointed leader under his thumb, he did not realise that he bit off more than he could chew, figuratively speaking. Initially, Cora did not reveal her ancestry, she was ashamed of its corruptive power. But as they progressed on their journey, she managed to harness the shadows without succumbing to the corruption.

A tenday ago, as their band of misfits finally made it to the city, Cora grew quiet and withdrawn, quite a contrast to her usual chatterbox ways. Astarion guessed that it had everything to do with being reunited with her family, an unavoidable, worrying inevitability that frightened her to the point of making Cora distracted and even careless. Granted, she wasn’t the only one with an unpleasant family reunion, but it made her worries no less valid. But after Gortash’s coronation and Wyll’s subsequent decision to be free of Mizora at the cost of his father’s freedom, Astarion saw a familiar stubborn look in her eyes as she fell into her problem-solving mode.

She had a plan.

Cora squared her shoulders and thrust her chin up stubbornly, bulldozing her way through the city, swindling the innkeeper into giving them rooms at the Elfsong for free, fighting tooth and nail to make sure that they obtained all the information that could aid them on their personal quests. They defeated Cazador, which, surprisingly, was far less troublesome than he thought it would be, although it didn’t make it any less traumatic, were confronted by the Sharrans, and ambushed by Orin. Cora dealt with each crisis to the best of her ability. But it was not enough.

It felt as if for every step they took forward, they were thrust back two paces. They needed information and they needed it now.

When the sky dusked, Astarion saw Cora getting dressed with a glint in her eyes that he knew meant that she had come to a decision.

“Cora? Dearest? Where are you headed this fine evening?”

“Sharess’.”

He raised an eyebrow at that.

“Would you like me to come with you?” he asked tentatively. Being all but abandoned by her family to grow up at Sharess’ meant that if circumstances were different, Cora would avoid the place like the Bubonic plague. Several days back they helped the Mamzell find out who was behind the murder of one of the prostitutes. A favor which she wanted to repay by offering a free ride. Cora refused politely yet firmly.

“No need. Though I would appreciate it if you came to get me tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? Are you planning to,” he swallowed around a lump in his throat, “stay the night?”

“Yes,” she said simply, grabbing her brocade bag and making sure she had everything she needed.

“I see,” he said, trying to sound nonchalant. As if she told him what the weather was going to be like rather than telling him that he would have to sleep alone that night.

“Oh Star, it’s not like that!” Cora wound her arms around his neck and pressed a kiss under his jaw. “I’ve got an idea, but it might not work. So, not telling for now, okay? But I promise, I’m not going to lay a finger on anyone there. And no one sure as hells is touching me,” she said almost ominously.

Then her expression changed, she smooched his cheek and with that, she was gone.

Astarion followed her, of course. Because, as he kept telling himself, she was going to get mugged twice before she even made it to the brothel. Well, perhaps that was an exaggeration. He knew that she was powerful and very dangerous, but he couldn’t help but still think of her as the inept girl that she was when they first crashed on the beach. Now she was mistress of the shadows, one of the creatures that went bump in the night.

And of course she made it completely fine, walking into Sharess’ with confidence and levelling Mamzell with a hard look that that came from years of ordering people about. Astarion turned himself invisible and snuck after her, noting that Cora almost immediately ducked through the curtain and made a beeline for the drow twins.

Astarion scowled as it all clicked in his mind. So, this was it then. She just didn’t want him to be upset that she went back to taste whatever was on offer. It was understandable, really. With how much there was at stake, with all her responsibilities, it was no surprise that Cora needed to let herself forget, if only for a moment. Lose herself in someone willing, someone capable.

With the music being loud and the patrons getting rowdier and handsier as they got drunker, he could not hear exactly what she said to the twins. After a brief exchange, the brother, Sorn, if Astarion remembered correctly, motioned for Cora to follow him.

Astarion did not want to see anymore. He knew that technically he insisted that Cora indulge with the drow when they were here last time. Astarion was nowhere near ready to resume the sexual part of their relationship, but he still felt… he was not sure how he felt.

As they walked up the stairs, Astarion caught some of their conversation.

“Don’t you worry, I pride myself on delivering absolute satisfaction to every guest.”

“Let’s hope that you live up to your reputation. I am very particular when it comes to what gets me… excited.”

“Is that so? Well, whatever the fantasy, we always guarantee discretion. No one will ever find out.”

“I would like to think that. It would be shame if your establishment-.”

As they rounded the corner, Astarion could not catch the rest of what Cora was saying. He was sure that if his heart could beat it would be hammering loudly. He heard enough to make his insecurity rear its ugly head.

Of course he was not enough. How could he ever be? And Cora, the sweet, kind creature that she was when it came to him, did not want him to know of his inadequacy. The one thing that he was ever good for. And even that he could not provide. She did not take Halsin up on his offer, perhaps because she did not want him to witness whatever they would get up to. So, she had to take care of her needs in a different way.

Woodenly, Astarion made it to the bar and ordered wine. Might as well wait for her here. He didn’t want to go back to Elfsong and answer questions about Cora’s whereabouts. And it didn’t really matter if he drove himself mad thinking about what the drow was doing to her here at the bar or back in Elfsong.

As hours ticked by, he was approached several times by the men and women who worked there until they finally got the hint and left him be. Gods, he wished that he could get drunk. But apparently, he was not even allowed such small mercies. He rubbed his hand across his face. Picking up his glass, Astarion decided to relocate to a corner table near the window, to be left alone with his thoughts.

When morning finally came and the first slither of light warmed his cheek, Astarion heard a door slam open and shut somewhere. Someone, possibly one of the workers, ran past him and darted up the stairs with impressive speed. Then another and another. Just what in the hells was going on there?

The answer to his question came in a form of sniffling drow who was half-pulled, half-coaxed down the stairs by two servants, his bewildered and confused sibling waiting for him at the foot of the stairs.

“Sister! My head, my eyes, my hand, oh it hurts!” he wailed quite pathetically, making Astarion’s ears perk up in curiosity, “I have never been subjected to something like this in my life!”

“Brother? Are you well? Shall I call for a healer?”

“No, I don’t need a healer. What I need is rest!” he threw his arms up and pushed past her, confusing whatever guests were still milling about with his theatrics. “Do not expect me to entertain for at least a tenday! In the very least, I earned this respite!”

Now that was interesting. Astarion was curious to know what exactly was it that Cora had the drow do. Because surely… surely it could not be that bad and depraved, right? Had she been going easy on him all this time? He swallowed, not sure if he was concerned or impressed.

As he snuck past the workers and walked into the drow’s room, Astarion watched Cora stuff her face with the delicate little breakfast pastries, finely cut meat and whatever else was on the table. Quite a spread for a simple breakfast. But then again, she was quite the guest, apparently. And here at Sharess’ they knew how to cater to every whim.

“Astarion! You’re here already? Didn’t expect you to be so early,” she smiled from across the room, waving him over.

A quick glance told him that whatever happened last night did not involve the bed, as it was clearly untouched. He felt his shoulders relax a little as he got a better look at Cora. She looked tired out. But Astarion knew what a well-fucked Cora looked like, and this was not it. Which begged the question, what exactly did she get up to?

“Cora, sweetheart,” Astarion leaned closer to her, brushing a strand of inky black hair behind her ear, delighting in the fact that she leaned into his touch. “Can you tell me what you did last night to that nice drow man to have him in hysterics, hm?”

She blinked and swallowed her food, feigning ignorance. “But my love, I have no idea! I kept my promise to you, I didn’t even touch him! Well, once. But that was more of a slap than a touch, so nothing down south.”

“He seems to be of the opinion that after one night with you, he will have to take a tenday off work. ‘To heal physically and emotionally’ if I were to quote him.”

Cora snorted in amusement. It was quite perplexing how she could be a fine, noble-born lady one moment, a little rascal the next, and also a murder-happy villain when the situation called for it. Naturally, Astarion rather liked all of the above.

“Well, my Star,” she purred, pulling his face closer to her own, lips close to the shell of his ear as she whispered softly, only for him to hear, “it seems that only your magic touch is enough when it comes to me.”

Then she gave him a peck just below his ear, grabbed her bag and grinned mischievously.

“Let’s head back to Elfsong. I’ve got something in this bag that will make you very, very happy.”

Astarion felt a tingle run down his spine and swallowed nervously.

An hour later, they were back in their room. The separate room that Gale insisted they should take. Astarion did not know what in the world the wizard’s problem was. He was practically a saint with how well-behaved he’s been lately!

“So… spill dearest. What have you been up to?”.                         

“Help me with this dress,” she smiled over her shoulder.

She was stalling. He could see that suddenly she felt nervous, her fingers fiddling with the strap of her bag.

“I wonder however you managed to put it on yourself without any help,” he clicked his tongue, trailing gentle fingers up her sides until they rested on her shoulders.

“I didn’t say I couldn’t do it. But I’d rather you were the one to do it.”

He smirked and pressed a kiss to her neck, spinning her around to face him.

“And no funny business Ancunín,” she swatted at his hand when he tried to cop a feel. “Not until I show you what I got.”

“Yes, dearest. I promise to be a perfect gentleman.”

“You are not a gentleman. That’s part of your appeal. But you are perfect, my love.”

Astarion felt a lump in throat at how earnest she looked when she said that. Trust Cora to be the one person to look at him, a vampire who had been a slave for 200 and did unspeakable things, some of which she witnessed firsthand, and still call him perfect and mean it. Her fingers felt so warm against his skin as she cradled his cheek. He wanted to lean into her touch, kiss the underside of her wrist and draw her in, pulling her close and swallowing her gasp as he desperately ravaged her.

But his twice-cursed mind would not let him succumb to his own desires, or at least not let him enjoy it. And he wanted to. By gods he wanted to. Cora deserved to have the entirety of his attentions, for her lover to be present, to be there in the moment.

And that was why, with a crooked smile and a chaste peck, Astarion quickly helped her out of her dress and withdrew. Cora was a saint for pretending that she did not notice his inner turmoil.

“Lady Coraline Ravenshade, you will tell me what you got for your efforts this minute or so help me I’m leaving,” he crossed his arms and tapped his foot in a mock display of impatience.

“Fine,” Cora changed into her sleepwear and opened her bag, rummaging around and pulling out papers and parchments.

“We needed information and I thought, when does one let their guard down? When do we reveal our secrets? Whisper them into others’ ears, hushed tones, candlelight soft and intimate?”

“Are you talking about pillow talk?” Astarion said slowly, not quite sure where she was going with this.

“And then I thought, where do the richest and most influential Baldurians go?”

“Sharess’.” Astarion’s eyes widened as it all clicked.

“And of course they would choose to spend an evening with the best that coin could buy,” she nodded, spreading the papers on their shared bed with a triumphant look in her eyes.

“But why Sorn? Why not the sister?”

“Well, that was a bit of a gamble,” she admitted with a shrug. “But I figured sweet and soft would not cut it in this case. And I was right.”

Astarion picked up the papers scattered on their shared bed. Confessions, secrets revealed, plans uncovered. It was all theirs.

“You brilliant terror!” Astarion’s grin was all fangs as he quickly skimmed through the confessions the journalists at the Baldur's Mouth would pay a mountain of gold for. “But how did you convince the drow to tell you these?”

“Ah, well that took a bit of creativity. He didn’t realise that there was a kink quite like mine until last night. Because what makes me really, really hot,” she brought her lips to the shell of Astarion’s ear, “is when my lover writes.”

“We spent the whole night writing down all the gossip that the drow could think of. Quills gliding against parchment, ink stains on fingers, lips being bitten as concentration wavers and then” she said breathily, “with a thrust of the tip into the pot, back to writing we went.”

Astarion eyed her incredulously. Cora could not take it anymore and giggled.

“Was it a deeply satisfying experience, love?”

“Oh, yes. Very much. I’m afraid I tired him and myself out completely. My hand definitely cramped once or twice, but I kept at it. You know how thorough I am in everything I do,” she yawned loudly and wiped her bleary eyes.

“But the best part, my love, is that they guarantee discretion when it comes to kinks. Not when it comes to what is said after the deed is done. Sorn didn’t do anything wrong by telling me everything that he knows. But he cannot tell of anything that transpired between him and I, because that goes against everything that they stand for.”

Astarion just looked at all that she had accomplished in one night. It was so simple yet so brilliant.

“It is all here, Star,” she took his hands into her own, giving his knuckles a kiss. “The underwater prison where Gortash is probably keeping Wyll’s father. The rumours about Bhaalists, sightings in the sewers. And so much more! We can blackmail tons of people into giving us even more information!”

Astarion pulled her towards him with a chuckle and snaked his arms around her middle.

“You villain! I love how your mind works!”

“I told you, I never want to be with anyone but you. I love you. And I want to be with you for as long as you allow it.”

Astarion cradled her body against his tightly, burying his face in Cora’s unbound hair.

“This was all I could think of,” she said softly, running her fingers through his curls with a sigh. “Coming back to you and you holding me.”

It was a moment so tender that he felt like his heart couldn’t take it. It was simply too much. So Astarion threw the covers aside, the papers flying off the bed like startled birds to scatter in all directions, pushed Cora onto the bed and lay down next to her.

“Oh, be quiet and sleep! You frail half-elves need your rest,” he grumbled and pulled the covers back up to cover Cora up to her chin.

“You knew I was a yapper all along. So you have no choice but to grin and bear it.”

“Tsk, shush. Don’t make me silence you.”

“Promises, promises,” she yawned, closing her eyes with a happy sigh.

And for a moment, all was perfect. He knew that this would not last. Tomorrow would bring some new horrors and new battles. But somehow, for the first time in centuries, he found himself feeling hopeful about his future. About their future.

Because whatever happened, they would face it together. And have a lot of fun doing it.

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[monster-disaster]

[elf] Elaris

elf!Elaris x human!Hazel & Mark Good to know: Elaris!Reader, voyeurism, cuckold, bisex males, a bit of humiliation

Summary: You spend your night with a soon-to-be-married couple.

You can feel their gaze on you the whole night. You can barely hide your knowing smirk behind your glass as you continue drinking at the counter. The music is quiet and soft, mixing with the conversations all around the bar of the hotel. It's a busy but calm night. You feel relaxed and curious. You watch as the woman stands up from the table nearby, saying goodbye to her friends. Her high heels softly click on the shiny marble floor. The pair stays seated, leaning closer to each other to speak. Anticipation rushes in your blood. You wait.

And you don't have to wait for long.

A few minutes later, someone sits down next to you. A half-empty glass lands on the counter with long, delicate fingers around it. Your eyes move up to the woman from the table. For long seconds, none of you say anything. "Can I help you?" You break the silence. "I hope you can," she replies, smiling. "My name is Hazel." "Elaris," you nod. Your gaze wanders from her eyes over her shoulder. The man is still at the table, trying not to stare too much. "He is Mark," Hazel tells you. "We will get married tomorrow." You lift your glass. "Congratulations." "Thank you," she smiles, looking back at Mark for a second. "Would you like to join us?" She nods to the table. "Our friends just left, and we would really like the company." "I'm not sure I am the company a soon-to-be-married couple would want," you tell her. "Don't be so sure about it," Hazel replies with a small grin. A glint in her eyes makes you change your mind. There is something in it that you want to explore some more. Of course, you already have a guess at what they may want, and you are not opposed to the idea. "Okay," you tell her, standing up from your seat and holding out your hand for her to take. Her fingers slip into your warm palm. "If you are sure."

Mark greets you with a handshake and an introduction. "Elaris," you reply, sitting down on the chair where, not long ago, their friend sat. "Your girl told me you would like some company." At the mention of his bride, Mark curls his arm around Hazel's shoulder and pulls her against his side. There is no possessiveness in his movements as Mark smiles at Hazel before turning his attention back to you. "We will get married tomorrow," he says, and you nod, sipping from your drink. "And we would like to enjoy our last night as girlfriend and boyfriend." One of your brows moves up in question, and the corner of your lips jerk as you fight with your smirk. "Oh?" You hum. "I heard there are a lot of options for couples." Hazel grins. "And what do you think about threesomes?"

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You are already hard when you reach their room. The keys softly jingle in the young woman's hands as she opens the door. You follow her inside. Her soon-to-be husband is behind you. His steps are soft and quiet on the thick carpet. The door clicks when he pushes it close, turning back the lock so nobody can disturb you. Hazel's bag lands on a chair with a thud as she makes herself comfortable. Soon, her dark brown hair falls from its ties over her shoulders in soft curls. You miss the sight of the elegant curve of her delicate neck. The golden necklace glints under the light when she turns around, facing you. A giddy smile plays on the corner of her lips, and her eyes jump back and forth between you and Mark. You can see excitement and desire shining in her dark irises.

"Are you sure about this?" Your attention turns to the young man. There is still a hint of doubt in you, even though you saw Mark watching you with the same need as his girlfriend. They want you, and you bask in their attention. "Yes," Mark nods immediately. "She is yours for the night." "And what about you?" You ask him, stepping closer. His breath hitches. "Who do you belong to for the night?" "You?" His reply sounds like a question. "That's right," you smirk, grabbing the back of his neck when you are close enough to kiss his lips. You tower over him easily. His hands grip your shoulders, bracing himself against your body. You push your mouth against his, running your tongue over the seam of his lips. "So you enjoy other men fucking your girlfriend, huh?" You ask him. Your words brush over his lips. His soft pants fan over your face. "Seeing another cock filling up her tight pussy makes you hard." "Yes," he groans. His eyes flutter shut at the image. "Then make me ready," you order him, pushing him down to his knees. "Get me ready for her cunt."

While Mark is busy taking out your cock, you glance over at Hazel. She watches your pair with half-closed eyes. Her breathing is already heavy and fast. "And you." The woman needs a few seconds to tear her eyes away from his boyfriend. "Get naked and lay down on the bed." Hazel does as you say. For a second, the sound of the dress's zipper fills the room, and the tight fabric falls around her legs to the floor. Her underwear matches. "Don't take off your panties," you change your mind after a second. A deep grunt leaves your lips when you feel Mark's fingers around your erection. "Lay down on the bed and play with yourself. I want your panties soaked by the time your boyfriend sucks me off." Even though you are not an incubus, you can almost feel their desire slapping you across your face. It pumps into your veins, rushing down your blood to your already hard cock.

After watching Hazel get comfortable on the bed, you look down at Mark. His face is just a few inches away from the tip of your length. His fingers are around your shaft, pumping. "How can you like this?" You ask him, smirking and with a hint of mockery in your voice. "How does it feel, hm? Making my cock wet and ready to fuck your woman? Does it make you hard?" "Yes," he forces a ragged answer out of his lips. His eyes are on your cock the whole time. Grabbing the base of your erection, you draw the line of her lips with the tip. You let your pre-cum wet his skin. You can see his tongue poking out for a taste. "Open up," you order him. His jaw falls open immediately. You hit his tongue a few times. Letting a few drops fall into his mouth. "Do you like it? Do you want more?" Mark nods. His hands are on your thighs, digging his fingers into your jeans-covered muscles. "Then suck me," you tell him. "So I can fuck your soon-to-be wife."

A loud groan escapes your chest when you feel his warm mouth around your cock. He gulps you down easily, not even gagging, even though you can feel the back of his throat. A shaky laugh mixes with your next words. "You are like your girl, aren't you? A cock hungry slut." His moan goes straight to your balls. Your whole body jerks at the vibration. Your fingers curl around his dark blonde locks. Your rings glint under the lights of the room. "Fuck," you groan. Mark closes his lips, hollowing his cheeks. He wants to suck the life out of you. "Are you sure you are not an incubus?" His mouth is warm and wet. His tongue is flat against your shaft, and his throat tightens as he gulps. Your grip on his hair is almost painful. Your hips jerk forward, making him gulp down more of your cock. Tears glint in the corner of her bright blue eyes. His pale skin is flushed into a nice pink color. "Use your saliva," you tell him.

The only sounds coming from Hazel are her loud breathing and heavy pants. You look at her. The young woman lies in the middle of the bed, legs spread open. Her pink nipples are hard pebbles from playing with them so much. Her other hand is between her legs, trying to give herself as much friction as she can through the thin fabric of her panties. "He is such a pretty boy, no?" You ask Hazel. "His mouth is full of my cock." Mark moans, and you grunt again. Your hips buck forward. Tears run down his cheeks at the pressure. Hazel says nothing besides an impatient whine. "How often do you do this, hm? Watching your man sucking off another so he can fuck you? Which one of you is more desperate?" You really can't choose. Mark sucks your cock like his life depends on it while Hazel stares at the scene, mesmerized.

When you feel your orgasm building up, you have to force yourself out of his sweet mouth. Your fingers curl around the base of your shaft to stop yourself from cumming. Not now. You have other plans. "I would love to plaster your throat with my seed, but I have to take care of your girl," you tell him, enjoying the disappointment on his expression. Leaning down, you tilt his head up to kiss him again. Pushing your tongue into his mouth, you can taste yourself. "Don't worry," you tell him. "If you can keep yourself from cumming, I will have a reward for you."

You let go of the young man so he can fetch himself a chair not far from the bed where his girlfriend is still playing with her pussy. You make your way to Hazel, climbing up on the bed and tugging down her panties. Her pussy glints with wetness, but you are busy with the soaked fabric. "Take out your cock," you tell Mark, watching him obey you once again. His erection pops out of his pants. Hard and red. You fling the fabric over to him, and he catches it with one hand. "Use it to jerk off."

Your attention turns back to the girl in front of you. Your eyes wander over her body, pausing at her wet pussy and the soft globes of her breasts. Adjusting yourself above her, you let your arms take most of your weight as you lean down to kiss her. It's softer than what you shared with her fiancé, but not as submissive. She teases you back as you push your tongue over her lips, licking into her mouth. By the time you are done with her, her lips are swollen and red. You continue your way down her body, licking into the curve of her collarbone, flicking her nipple with your nose before taking it into your mouth. Your tongue rubs the small pebble, sucking. Her fingers find their way to your hair. Her nails scrape your skull. Her back arches, pushing her tits more to your face until you let it go with a quiet pop. It glints with your saliva.

While you are busy tasting her body, your cock is still hard between your legs. You can feel her soft skin as you rub yourself against her. A thin path of pre-cum leads the way to her pussy. Licking up your own juice, you bury your face into her cunt. You don't waste your time with warming her up. You lick up on her slit, ravishing her soft folds and sucking on her clit. You rub the small bundle of nerves with your tongue, biting it softly until Hazel bucks her hips against your face. Her cry is hoarse and desperate. She soaks your face, filling your senses with her taste and smell.

Mark watches you feasting on her girlfriend's pussy the whole time. His hand is around his own cock, pumping himself with a steady rhythm. He stares at the way Haze's muscles twitch with pleasure, and her lips open with another moan. He can't see your face because of her thighs. Your fingers dig into the soft flesh as you keep Hazel open for yourself. Your other hand slips down between her legs. He can only imagine your fingers disappearing in her soon-to-be wife's pussy. You smear her juices even more, pushing and stretching her hole so she can take you soon. Hazel's back leaves the bed again; her tits are round and heavy. Mark can see the soft line of her ribs in that position. For a second, his heart jumps into his throat with despair. He can feel his balls jerking with the need to cum. He needs his every control to stop himself at the last second. He doesn't know what his reward will be, but he doesn't want to give it up. Hazel's panties are still around his cock. The soft fabric is wet with the mix of Hazel's and his juices. He can smell it. He can almost taste it.

Hazel's body starts to shake as you push her through her first orgasm. Her thighs tighten around your head, keeping you in place. You can feel the fluttering of her pussy around your fingers. Your cock jerks at the feeling. You can't wait to feel it for real.

"If I have to die between a woman's legs, I'm happy to go," you groan when she lets you go. Your face is a mess of her cum. You can taste nothing but her. "Your pussy tastes so sweet. Now I understand why your boyfriend likes to share you. It would be a sin to keep you just for himself." From Hazel's flushed, breathless form, you turn your gaze to the man still sitting on the chair. He almost looks pathetic. A thin layer of sweat glints on his skin; he is as flushed as his woman. He looks beautiful. "Did you enjoy it?" You ask him. "Seeing me feasting on this sweet cunt?" Mark nods. "Do you want more?" You continue to taunt him. "You want to see my cock disappearing in this tight hole until she screams my name?" "Yes." His answer is barely louder than a whisper. "Say it," you tell him. "I want to hear it." "Fuck her." "Fuck who?" You smirk. "Fuck my girlfriend," Mark gasps out. "Fuck her until she can't walk." Your smile widens. "It wouldn't be good for your wedding now, would it? Imagine her walking down the aisle with my cum seeping down her legs. She says her vows and still feels me in her cunt." Both of them moan at your words. Yeah, you like the thought of it too.

When Hazel calms down a bit, you kneel up, pointing your cock to her entrance. Letting your cock soak in her juices, you tease her clit, rubbing the tip against the small bud. "Are you ready?" You ask her. "I will fuck you in front of your husband. He can watch as I pump you full with my cock." Hazel nods. "Please." "You two are just desperate sluts, aren't you? Both of you are so ready for my cock." The woman moans and nods. Anticipation rushes through her body straight between her legs. Her pussy throbs with her previous orgasm and need for more.

And you are ready to give it to her.

You push into her slowly, letting her get used to your size as you stretch her walls and fill her pussy. Her walls are tight and warm. A low groan breaks free from your chest at the feeling. "Can you take all of me?" You ask her, watching your cock disappear in her wet channel. "Can you be a good slut and do it?" "Yes," she cries, nodding. "Please." With a hard thrust, you fuck into her fully. Your groans mix in the quiet room. You can feel her pulsing around you, sucking you in. "Fuck!"

Mark's hand stops around his erection for long seconds. Your body molds against her girlfriend's as you lean onto the bed again. He can see the line of your muscles. Your hips move back and forth with fastening speed. You fuck into the young woman with such force Hazel has to grip the bedsheet to keep herself in place. Her hips move in sync with yours. The wet sound of your fucking rings in his ears. His cock throbs between his fingers.

Every nerve in Hazel's body is on edge. Her muscles are taut, and the burning coil in her stomach sears through her veins. You reach every sweet spot in her pussy, making her cry for more. Your grunts vibrate against her chest. Her nipples graze your chest.

"Does it feel good?" You grunt. "Taking my cock in front of the man you plan to marry tomorrow like a good slut. How many times did you take another man in front of him, huh? How much cum did you take from strangers? Fuck!" Her nails dig into your shoulder blades. The red mark burns on your skin. "Fucking sluts! Pathetic!" The more you talk, the more they moan. The couple finds pleasure in your words as you continue. "Cum around me then! You are so desperate for cock one is not even enough anymore. I want to feel your pulse around me as I pump you full." "Yesyesyes," Hazel chants under you, her lips are open, and her eyes are half-closed. A drop of sweat runs down her neck, and you lean down to lick it up. "If your little boyfriend stays being a good boy, I even let him eat my cum from your pussy." Another moan echoes off the wall from both of them. "Cum, Hazel," you grunt with clenched teeth. Your eyes glint with dark desire as you pump her. Your cock slides in and out of her pussy. Your juices drip down her ass, pooling on the sheets.

Your growl fills the room when you feel her tightening around you even more. You can barely move in her hold. The woman's body twitches and shakes as her orgasm wrecks her body. Tears run down her cheeks, and saliva shines on her lips. Her pussy sucks you in, demanding everything you can give her. "Mark," you groan out the man's name. The veins on your neck are visible as you force the words out before you reach your orgasm. "Cum!"

You and the young man cum at the same time. While Mark paints his own clothes and hand with the pearly liquid, you shoot your seed inside Hazel's pussy. Your hips move on their own, pumping her until your juices flow out her hole even more. Your whole body shakes as you keep yourself from falling on the woman. For a second, you think you will never stop cumming. You will be here forever, between the woman's legs, keeping her full and wet.

You sigh heavily as you pull out of her, hearing Hazel's sensitive hiss at the loss of your cock in her still-throbbing cunt. You fall onto the bed next to her, pulling on her thigh to keep her open. Mark still pants after his orgasm as you smirk over at him. "Come and eat," you tell him.

As you watch the man slurping out your seed from her girlfriend's pussy, you know you have a long night ahead of you.

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