#astaria answers

[astaria-the-nymph]

Sitting on top of Circe’s palace

Hello there

-🍉 @sneaky-melon

*she looks up, curious where the voice is coming from*

Oh! Hello up there!

*he smiles brightly, waving to them*

[the-inkwell-variable]

Could you tell me a little more about astaria?

Absolutely I could!

Astaria grew up with 24 other witches in Paelford Stronghold. There are other strongholds in other territories that have other witches, but she is quite happy in Paelford, thank you very much. There is a garden with flowers, another garden with food stuffs such as turnips and carrots and blueberries, a large library the size of a small house, and just everything a young witch would need to practice her craft.

The thing is, Astaria...can't. For some reason, she seems to have no magic. She can't cast anything, and spells cast against her seem to fizzle out before they hit her. When a witch reaches magical maturity, her eyes begin to glow the color of her chosen craft (purple for teleportation, blue for telekinesis, etc), but Astaria is the only witch in Paelford with nice normal brown eyes. (Don't tell anyone she said this, but glowing eyes kinda freak her out).

Because of this, she's never been selected as a wolf's potential mate. Ordinarily, this would be no big deal - when the mating spell wears off on her twenty-fifth birthday, she'd just join the other rejected witches in raising the little ones in Paelford and simply live out her life, right? Wrong-o. There are enough witches in Paelford, and Mother (the leader of the witches) is embarrassed of her...lack of talent... so Astaria will be sent to the outer edges of Tykra to a war-torn village to become their Keeper. A Keeper is a woman who is In Charge of Making Decisions, Helping the Community, and Healing the Sick. She's essentially a Mayor that Has to Actually Do Stuff and Has Consequences For Not Doing Stuff.

Thankfully, Dominic decided to break his pact with Aspen to marry Astaria for reasons even he can't explain, so now Astaria has to prepare for being a Keeper to a pack of wolves and witches who are all looking down on her for her lack of magic (at least, they probably will, why wouldn't they?) while also giving Dominic a Child, which terrifies her to no end. Thankfully, the mating ritual extends the spell that allows witches to carry wolf children until their mid-fifties or so, so there's no rush there, but it's still a terrifying prospect.

Especially since Aspen is now the Beta's mate and doesn't seem super thrilled that Astaria has taken her place...

[redlittlefoxari]

To The Ends Of Faêrun : Chapter Twelve: Binding

This series is book two of a fanfic I have already written called Astarion Epilogue: An Adventure in Making Life

Master List Here for Books One, and Two

*List includes a prequel that is essentially one-shots of their adventures over the fifty years after the battle at the end of the game*

Warnings: Blood, Sex, Violence, NSFW 18+, Smut

Summary: Tav, Astarion, and Apple all come face-to-face with the goddess Angharrad about little Apple’s binding contract and what happens if they refuse to answer the call of adventure.

Comments are always appreciated! I always think my writing is shit.

Tav and Astarion pounded their way upstairs, Apple in his arms. She cried into his chest, not fully knowing why she was in so much trouble but just knowing that she had done something wrong. Confusion and fear rattled through her while Astarion and Tav only felt fear and anger at what had been done to their child. She had been used to satisfy Angharradh’s cruel ends and get Tav to submit to the deal by forcing her child to accept.

How Anagharradh found out what Tav’s answer would be was easy enough to guess. The tattoo acted as a conduit between her and Tav. Linking them together and allowing her to listen in on anything she wanted a lot, like the eye Wyll once wore when Mizora was his patron. She had probably been listening to Astarion and Tav's whole conversation about the deal.

They cleared the top of the stairs and made their way to the master bedroom. Not stopping, they flung open the glass doors leading out into the cool night air, and Tav held out her forearm to the moonlight. There was a hum of power as the moon's light kissed her skin, and another wave of anger washed through her.

“Angharradh!” Tav screamed her name. “Come out from wherever you are hiding!” Her chest heaved as her white-hot rage took over.

In a flash of blinding light, Angharradh appeared with a coy smirk on her face. She glanced over the three of them, taking in the rage that was flowing from Astarion and Tav. Frowning at the sobbing Apple in Astarion’s arms. Her eyes locked with Tav’s as a smile appeared back on her face.

“What have you done to sweet little Asteria?” Angharradh chided. “When I saw her earlier, she was beaming with happiness; now look at her.” She motioned towards her. “She’s a sobbing mess.”

“You son of a bitch.” Astarion put down Apple and charged towards Angharradh, stopping a few steps in front of Tav. “Let her out of whatever deal you made with her! She is too young to understand what it is that you asked of her.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” Angharradh let an innocent smile spread across her face. “She already signed the contract.”

Sparks danced between Astarion’s fingers as he flexed and then closed his fist tight into a fist. “If you do not let her out of the deal this instant, I will add you to my slain gods!” His eyes darkened as he bared his fangs, ready to strike.

“A vampire, Tav?” She clicked her tongue. “Such disgusting pests.”

Astraion lunged at her, fist cocked back, ready to spring forward. Angharradh rolled her eyes at his temper getting the better of him as she raised a shield. His fist hit solid air, stopping him in place as he screamed and fought the invisible force that prevented him from connecting. With a flip of her wrist, Astarion was sent flying back his body, only stopping once it made contact with Tav’s. Knocking the wind out of her. Tav caught him before he hit the ground, his body shaking with barely contained rage. She stood behind him, as Astarion crouched, trying to get a handle on the fury that ripped through him.

“And you want to make more children with such a beast.” Angharradh looked down her nose at him. “It’s a wonder how young Astaria came out such a polite little girl.”

“Daddy!” Apple ran to Astarion, pressing her face to his chest.

“I’m alright.” He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her gently against her soft white curls.

Tav moved in front of Apple and Astarion, using her body as a shield. “She’s six.” Tav ground out. “You made a deal with a six-year-old.”

“She seemed more than happy to help her mother, and after what I heard last night, I’m glad I came to her when I did.” Her eyes darkened. “Before you did something you would later come to regret.”

Apple sobbed into Astarion’s chest as Angharradh fixed Tav with a cool stare. She scoffed and rolled her eyes as she took in the sight of the three of them. Tav could feel Astarion’s rage building as Apple continued to cry against him, and the goddess looked at them with disgust.

Tav’s jaw ticked with anger. “Let my daughter out of the deal.”

“No.” She gave Tav a cruel smile. “What’s done is done; the only way out of the deal is to finish it.” Angharradh looked annoyed. “Find my daughter and bring her home.”

“And what if we refuse?” Tav grasped at something to get her out of the deal. “What stops us from staying at home where we are?”

“If my request is not fulfilled, then your daughter belongs to me.”

Tav’s blood turned to ice in her veins at the Goddess's words. “What does that mean exactly?”

Astarion picked Apple up off the ground and pulled her closer to his chest, turning away slightly from the goddess. His eyes dared her to try and take Apple away from him. Eyes full of hate and murderous intent if she so much as tried.

“I mean just that.” She sounded like she was suggesting something as simple as a change in the weather. “I will take Astaria and raise her as if she was my own.” She looked to Astarion, who was glaring at her. “She signed the contract.”

Angharradh produced a scroll that glowed just as she did and unfurled it. At the bottom of the parchment was a signature written as if a child had done it. Apple’s full legal name sprawled out on the paper. Tav felt like someone had kicked her in the stomach. As far as she could tell, this was binding, and Apple had sealed hers and their fates to the quest.

“What if we kill you?” Astarion spat. “Would that break the contract?”

“You could certainly try.” Angharradh leveled him with a challenging stare. “I wouldn’t recommend it, however, based on what just happened to you. I could still wipe you from the face of this planet like the leech you are.” Her voice dripped with venom as she produced a piece of parchment.

Tav shook with fury as she read the contract that was in front of her. Apple had signed her life away in order to fix her. Her sweet girl was just trying to help, and this Goddess had taken advantage of her to get what she wanted in the end. If they tried to break the deal, Apple would be taken away from them. Bile rose in Tav’s throat as she stared at her little girl's unsure signature.

I, Asteria Ancunin, hereby swear my life in service to this quest to find and return the Goddess Mielikki to her mother and, in doing so, reap the rewards requested of the Goddess Angharradh, queen of the Arvandor. These rewards are the ability to lift the limitations bestowed upon elven kind for my mother, Tav Ancunin. To produce new elven souls from her womb. If I fail in my duties, I will return to Arvandor with the Goddess Angharradh and serve her until my dying breath.

Astarion furiously read the contract, looking for any loopholes, cursing as he read every line. Reaching deep within his mind to pull out every scrap of knowledge he could remember about contracts and law from his time as a magistrate. From what he could tell, it was binding and could only be broken if the quest was completed or one of the two listed in the contract died in some way, shape, or form. Undiluted loathing bubbled up, filling Astarion with more rage than he had felt in recent years. Angharradh had trapped his child in a contract she didn’t fully understand, and he couldn’t help but remember when his old master, Cazador, had asked him to become one of his spawn. He, too, had omitted many details that, if he had known, Astarion would have never agreed.

“I’ll rip your throat out, witch.” Astarion took a step forward, and Tav stopped him. “What are you doing? We can’t let her do this?”

“We can’t win against her Astarion, not when it’s just the two of us.” Tav felt powerless. “We are unarmed.”

“We can certainly try!” Astarion snarled, leveling Angharradh with a look that could kill. “I’m not just going to lie down and submit.” Astarion snarled. ”I’m not giving up our child.”

“I never said we were going to!” Tav shouted back. “There's only one thing we can do, and I know you’re not going to like it, but if we want to get Apple out of this deal, it is our only option at the moment.”

“I know what you’re going to say, and you’re right. I don’t like it.” Astarion cradled the back of Apple’s head and kissed her on the side of the face.

“Astaria is going either on the quest or with me. The choice is yours.” Angharradh was starting to sound impatient. “Give me your answer.”

“Shut up!” Tav rolled her eyes and spat at her. “You will have your answer in a moment.” Tav took a few steps towards Astarion and closed the distance. “We have to.”

“I read the contract, and it’s binding.” Astarion blew out a breath in frustration.

“We’ll need Gale and at least Shadowheart.” Astarion frowned. “Wyll and Karlach are too old to go on adventures, and bringing Gale is pushing it.”

“He’s at least an archmage, so time works for him a bit differently.” Tav let out a heavy sigh. “So we have no choice.” She looked at him with desperation in her eyes. “Are we doing this?”

“Yes.” Astarion bit his bottom lip. “I guess we are.”

“I look forward to Mielikki's safe return.” Angharradh smiled.

“Fuck off.” Astarion cursed her.

“And with that, I will depart.” Angharradh bowed and then vanished.

They all stood in silence for several moments, processing what just happened. What Apple had just bound herself to? Tav started to think about what their next move would be where they would start with their search for Mielikki. While Astarion thought about all the ways he was going to kill Angharradh for what she had done. Apple just held her face against Astarion, waiting for the punishment she knew would be coming.

“Apple, you won’t be going to school for a while.” Tav broke the silence.

“How long?” Apple’s voice was horse as she spoke.

“Probably not for a few months,” Astarion answered. “And we are going to have a nice long chat about not accepting contracts from gods, goddesses, demons, or devils.”

“I know you were just trying to help, honey, but this is not how we help.” Tav walked over and patted her back. “Next time, maybe just do the dishes or show Mommy some magic.”

“Okay…” Apple pouted as all her tears had dried up.

“We’ll need a few days to gather supplies and ask the others to join us.” Astarion started to make his way back inside.

Tav followed close behind. “Right, let's finish dinner and then head over to Gale’s; we’ll need to tell him right away that Apple won’t be in school for a while anyway.”

“Why don’t you go talk to the old wizard while I finish dinner and talk to this one.” Astarion continued down the stairs.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go?” Tav looked at him with a puzzled look.

“I’m sure.” Astarion seethed. “I’m already in a foul mood, and listening to Gale prattle on is not going to help matters.” He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and placed a kiss on Tav’s lips before continuing. “It will just lead to one dead wizard.”

“I can talk to him tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow is a Monday, and he will be busy with whatever he does regarding running that school.” He cut her off. “Go now and come back as soon as you're done. We'll be here when you get back.”

“As long as you are okay with that.” She gave him a sad smile.

“Can I go with Mom to see Uncle Gale?”

“No.” Tav and Astarion spoke at the same time.

Apple shrank down as small as she could get in Astarion’s arms. This was the first time in her life that she had indeed done something that landed her in trouble, and she had no idea what for. She didn’t understand what she had done wrong, and Tav could see that in her sad eyes. She thought she had done the right thing in accepting the quest because it would help Tav.

“Listen, honey, I know you thought you were doing the right thing, but sometimes doing the right thing and what we think is right are two completely different things.” Tav patted her on the head before waiting for her to respond.

“I don’t get it.”

“Well, you’re six, so that’s understandable.” Tav gave Astarion a kiss before moving past him towards the linen closet. “I’ll be no more than an hour any longer than that, and please come and save me from Gale’s ramblings.”

“Will do, Darling.”

Astarion carried Apple towards the kitchen, stopping to watch as Tav opened the door to Waterdeep, and purple tendrils of the weave enveloped her. Drawing her in and swallowing her into the void.

“Now, my sweet Apple.” Astarion shifted his attention towards Apple. “We are going to have a long chat about all things we do not agree to without a parent present, at least until you are no longer living under my roof.”

Apple swallowed hard as Astarion started his lecture.

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[themessangergod]

Hello friends! Yes it is I, Hermes. I am here to answer some questions and pass on any messages you want me to!

Pronouns: Any I suppose!

Sexuality: Idk people just be hot

Age: what a rude question! (I’m kidding darling) I honestly don’t know anymore lost track awhile ago

God of messages/ the messenger god

Account owner: Hi! I am Zoogly! @zoogly-woogly is my main. I’m a minor so please act accordingly. This is a account purely for fun! I also have another rp account @astaria-the-nymph which is an OC account I made, imm pretty inactive on there because no one interacts.

Pronouns: he/she/they

Age: Minor, you don’t need more than that! I’m in high school though!

Please be respectful on here to everyone!

[whxtedreams]

A CHARACTER STUDY

Oath Broken and Sound Bound - aka Astaria and her broken boys

A post full of quick character backgrounds & questions about them BEFORE the fic begins. Their views and answers may or may not change throughout the story. Although this fic does include multiple Pedro charaters, the main character is Din and the OC! Astaria.

If you have extra questions to ask them, let me know and I'll add them if they give spoiler free answers.

Series Masterlist

DIN DJARIN

Age: 43 Occupation: Witch Hunter

Quick Back Story

He was adopted as a child by the Hunters and raised to be one of the deadliest Witch Hunters to roam the Kingdom.  Although he’s cold and ruthless, he still holds the same fascination towards the witches as he did as a young child. That part of him, could never be taken by the Lords with all the training they forced upon him.

Now he has adopted a kid in the Hunters Camp that doesn’t talk and he’s beginning to believe that this child, Grogu might be a cub hiding in the wolf’s den. And by that he means he thinks this kid was stupid enough to stumble into his camp full of Witch Hunters, as a Witch….This very small and helpless child has crawled his way into whatever heart Din has left and Din decides it might be time he left to find the kid a new home.

When the Lords task Din on traveling to the forbidden south to hunt a group of dangerous witches they believed to be hiding there, Din finds the perfect time to take the kid with him for “training”. For the Lords won’t look for the kid in the south.

He’ll take the kid, kill some witches and drop Grogu off somewhere safe and tell the Lords the child died in training. Simple right?

Random Questions

What is something they regret? He’s not sure if he can talk about that.

How do they spend their downtime? Spending time in the Hunter camp, teaching the children there how to hunt witches. He doesn’t exactly have a lot of down time as he spends most of his time hunting Witches.

Any irrational fears? Machines. He’s thought about his hands getting stuck in them too often. He’d rather work on something with his hands than use a death trap. Also Grogu. He’s not sure why but the way that kid looks at frogs makes him uncomfortable.

How do they show they’re uncomfortable? Silent, frozen.

What’s their view on magic? It’s interesting… but also forbidden and a curse on the land. Din will kill any sign of magic, after he let’s it linger for a second.

What’s their view on the Lords? He has devoted his life to them, taken an oath to rid the lands of witches and magic. He is nothing without them.

Favourite sound? He’s never thought about that.

ASTARIA LOWELL (OC!)

Age: 26 Occupation: Witch, Flower gatherer

Quick Back story

Astaria was born after the Witch Hunt spread across the lands, raised in a hidden coven on an island surrounded by the mainland. Her life is quiet, peaceful on the island with her found family and of course, her familiar Sarah the Fox. She did not know her true family, but she can not imagine a life not raised by a group of old women.

She tends to her flowers and sells them in the nearest village on the shoreline, something she believes she’s doing in secret since the High Priestess forbids any witches to leave the safety of the island. The High Priestess knows of course. She actually watches how creative Astaria gets in her escape attempts. She could tell her she can leave by the boats she has stored in the boat house for her own ventures to the mainland but watching Astaria struggle is much more entertaining.

And after all, Hunters don’t venture this far south. She should be safe in the village, right? There’s definitely not the Kingdoms deadliest Witch Hunter in the village who has a strange fascination with Astaria. No- of course not, Witch Hunters DON’T venture this far south for a reason.

Random Questions

What is something they regret? Not looking into her bloodline earlier. Too much time has passed now and all leads of who she is has vanished with time. She says she’s content with her life but sometimes her mind wanders to what could have been.

How do they spend their downtime? She loves practicing her magic in the safety of the island. She loves experimenting on her plants and watching them come to life. She loves listening to Ezra’s past ventures and Frankie’s time in the skies. She loves to spend time with the animals. She just loves life and everything it has to offer her.

Any irrational fears? Fish. They’re slimy. They have cool stories though.

How do they show they’re uncomfortable? She will say “I am uncomfortable.” Turn around and leave the encounter.

What’s their view on magic? Her life is her magic. If the High Priestess wouldn’t yell at her for sleeping outside on the ground where the magic is stronger, she would sleep outside with the animals.

What’s their view on the Lords? She hates what they have done to the Kingdom, her people. But she understands. She’s as afraid of them, as they are of her. 

Favourite sound? The sound of nature. The birds chirping in the morning as she wakes. Frankie’s laughter when Ezra manages to make him laugh. Ezra’s whistle when he’s doing something he shouldn’t be.

EZRA (???)

Age ???? Probably in his 30’s but he’s also talked about being over 100 and a wizard from a far land cast a youth spell on him. No one actually believes this. Occupation: He’s said about about everything by now, who knows what he actually does. Except for a thief, everyone knows he’s a thief.

Quick Back story

Ezra is a liar; don’t believe a word he says. In fact, no one knows if Ezra is his real name as the name dragged on his lips as he introduced himself. It’s a miracle he didn’t call himself the first thing he saw. Imagine, “Suuuuuuuunwaaaaater. Sunwater. My name is Sunwater.” He’s also definitely never done that before.

He lives in the coven with Astaria and Frankie as the High Priestess has a tendency to bring in strays, and he is by all definitions: a stray.

He tells people he’s a pirate and although it’s obvious he’s traveled the planet, it’s also obvious he’s NOT a pirate. He was abandoned by the crew he claims to be a very important member of, left on the shores of the Kingdom to die. They probably grew tired of his lies and constant rambling. No one could blame them after spending an hour with him.

But despite all this, Astaria has grown to like his stories, for what they are: stories. And Frankie, well Frankie doesn’t know how Ezra stole his heart but Ezra has always been a thief.

Random Questions

What is something they regret? Absolutely nothing. Everything he’s done brought him where he needs to be. But maybe, if he were to think of one thing, it would be crossing Joel Millers path before arriving at the coven. Yeah, he definitely wouldn’t do that again.

How do they spend their downtime? Mostly spent with Frankie. He studies his maps and also loves telling his stories to anyone who will listen. that list is shrinking but he knows either Frankie or Astaria will always listen to him. As much as Frankie complains about it, he senses when Frankie comes searching for a story to take his mind off things.

Any irrational fears? his tongue being cut off. It’s been threatened too many times and he’s worried someone might actually do it. Also Joel Miller.

How do they show they’re uncomfortable? somehow he rambles MORE. And MORE. But somehow it makes more sense?

What’s their view on magic? He’s been studying it for years. He’s spent time in other lands where magic isn’t frowned upon and fell in love with what people have done with it. He wishes he could learn but for some reason no one will trust him with anything?

What’s their view on the Lords? Very easy to manipulate, he barely tried and they gave him free passage of their lands. All he had to say was he was a ruler of some made up land without any proof and they believed him? No wonder they’re so weird about magic, dumb as rocks and will believe anything. People that dumb and easy to manipulate really shouldn’t have access to armies. 

Favourite sound? Most people would say his favourite sound would be the sound of his own voice, and he would say they’re rude. They’re right. But he also loves the sound of the sea. He loves different accents. and most importantly he loves the sound of Frankie’s snores.

FRANKIE MORALES

Age: 40 Occupation: Ex Dragon Rider

Quick Back story

Frankie spends most of his time daydreaming of the skies, his head in the clouds. He was a Dragon Rider. Key word: was. Frankie was one of the Kingdoms best Dragon Riders but when the Lords ordered for all Dragons to be killed and he had to watch his family, his children, shot from the skies, well, Frankie hasn’t exactly been the same since. It’s been seven years since the Lords deemed Dragons and their Riders an enemy of the Kingdom as they began to believe they held the same forbidden magic as witches: how else could they fly?

Frankie fled his home and spent the first year on the run before the coven took Frankie in when he washed ashore of the island six years ago. And he had a peaceful life there until Ezra strolled in four years ago. Frankie complains about how Ezra has stuck to this his side like glue, but everyone knows he has a soft spot for the thief. They live together after all.

Random Questions

What is something they regret? He should have been up in the skies with the rest of his squad. Should have died with them. But he won’t say that, it makes Ezra quiet and that’s always a dangerous thing.

How do they spend their downtime? These days it’s mostly with Ezra. His… partner is very good at keeping his mind focused and not on his past. He think he loves the mornings the most, when he wakes up with Ezra and he tells Frankie about his dreams as he holds him. Yeah, he likes that.

Any irrational fears? He doesn’t like the ocean. He knows the skies over the Kingdom like the back of his hand, but the ocean? Too big, too deep. He doesn’t like that he can’t see the bottom of the water. A shiver even runs up his spine when Ezra talks about his time on the ocean.

How do they show they’re uncomfortable? Normally he finds something of Ezra to hold onto, as he’s always close by. Before he would have yelled and took command and nothing would make him uncomfortable — but these days, he’s not the same person anymore.

What’s their view on magic? It’s beautiful. He loves watching the witches and wizards of the coven work. He loves watching Astaria and her plants. He loves- loved his dragons. He loved them more than anything. He loves how Ezra tries to feel the magic in the earth, tries to bargain with the witches to teach him. Frankie feels the magic, but has no interest in using it. Not anymore.

What’s their view on the Lords? Frankie doesn’t want to talk about them.

favourite sound? The wind. Storms. The way Ezra’s voice never seems to tire when he rambles for hours on end. His dragons.

JOEL MILLER

Age: 58 Occupation: Don’t ask.

Quick Back story

Joel Miller wants to be left alone.

He used to live in the city with his wife and child but when a rival carpenter accused his girls of witchcraft to get him out of the business, well Joel lost everything.

The ten years that followed their deaths is something he does NOT talk about so it’s best not to ask him about that. Trust me, you don’t want to know.

Now Joel lives a solitary life with his dog, Ellie. He hadn’t wanted her at first but after she slept on his porch for three weeks straight (and he certainly did not leave food out for her each night) he finally let her inside and she hasn’t left his side since. He definitely doesn’t panic when she ventures off when he goes on a horse ride with her.

So when Din arrives at his doorstep to cash in his favour with his newly formed crew consisting of; a completely normal girl who he definitely doesn’t see talking to his animals like they can talk back, a fox that won’t stop staring at him, a kid who doesn’t talk and has the weirdest fascination with frogs, a pathological liar he wants to kill more than anything and a Dragon Rider without his Dragon, Joel wishes he never asked Din for a favour ten years ago.

Random Questions

What is something they regret? He should have left the city sooner. Shouldn’t have done a lot of things after.

How do they spend their downtime? He carves owls out of wood and sells them at the nearby village. And before you ask, no he won’t make you anything else- he ONLY carves owls. And he likes to ride down to the rivers with Ellie, she likes the water. 

Any irrational fears? Mushrooms. they’re slimy and look weird.

How do they show they’re uncomfortable? They grunt or glare.

What’s their view on magic? Joel doesn’t want to talk about magic.

What’s their view on the Lords? Joel doesn’t want to talk about them.

Favourite sound? The quiet. The fire crackling. His guitar. And Ellie’s sneezes when she sticks her head in pollen again, that’s always funny.

These varients of characters have been in my head for weeks. Ezra has my heart, just as I want to hug frankie. Joel deserves happiness. Astaria's heart is too big for the world and Din is in a straight up murder cult istg.

[an-ithacan-princess]

"Hm? Oh, um, hello there. My name is Kaliza, Princess of Ithaca. My mentor is Athena, and my brother is Telemachus. I've been trained in combat, and some I have taught myself. Not surprising for a daughter of a Spartan Queen, is it? Hah..."

Age?: "18 and a half."

Pronouns?: "She/her, my mod is as well."

Sexually Attracted To?: "Males, usually taller and a bit older than me..."

Relationships?: "Here's a list, I guess:"

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Telemachus - {untagged} "My older brother."

Telemache - @the-not-daughter-in-question "My... Brother, but, as a sister, I'm pretty sure?"

Penelope - @ithacas-queen "My mother."

Odysseus - {untagged} "My father, whom... Doesn't even know I exist, most likely."

Any Suitors - {untagged} "The stupid suitors..."

Athena - {untagged} "My mentor, whom I sort of see as another parent..."

Hermes - @/its-a-little-bit-dangerous "My uncle, I think? That or a grandfather of sorts..."

Astaria - @astaria-the-nymph "A really nice Naiad Nymph."

Coco - @ithacas-baker "The royal baker."

Maggie - @maggiemelodies09 "Another one of my sisters. I'm starting to question how many I have?"

Likes?: "Silence, but it's rare to get that anymore... Training, spending time with my mom or brother... There's more, too."

Dislikes: "The suitors, obviously... Chaos, too much fighting or arguing, people belittling me or Telemachus... There's more for these as well."

(OCC undercut)

Hello! Mod here! I have too many roleplay accounts by now, but like, I have nothing better to do lol.

Dividers

Here's the faceclaim, hairclaim, eyeclaim, and outfitclaim of Kaliza (in order from mention):

Note: This is IF Telemachus had a sister in EPIC! She was most likely born a few months after Odysseus left for war (in this universe.). Don't take this as all canon!

Tags:

" The Princess Attends. 👑 " — In-character Asks and Interactions/Posts.

" Mod Of The Royal. 👋 " — OCC Asks and Interactions/Posts.

" Show 'Em What I've Got...~ 💕 " — Romantic Interactions.

" We've Got This-You've Got This! 🫂 " — Fluff/Comfort Interactions.

" Running With The Wolves... 🗡️ " — Trauma/Angst/Violence Interactions.

" Do You Think We'll Be Fine? 🎶 " — Telemachus, Penelope, and Odysseus Interactions.

" What Cocky Jerks... 🐺 " — Suitor Interactions

" The Gods Have Visited? 🔱 " — God/Goddess Interactions.

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No godmodding.

Be respectful out of RP.

No NSFW, please! I'm a minor! I'm fine with kissing, flirting, and a few suggestive things.

DNI if you are: racist, sexist, disrespectful to rights of genders, etc. Please tell me if I am interacting with someone along these sorts of lines, and I will report and block them right away.

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[alolynn-heart]

fireredrules’ pokemon team dynamics rp meme

(please repost with everything attached!) answer each prompt with whichever of your muse’s pokemon fit it best. feel free to include multiple pokemon per answer or extra details as to why they might fit the prompt. if one doesn’t apply, just put N/A

Lynnie's Pokemon

who is most likely to steal their trainer’s food?: Sakuya, Shiki, Maia

who is most likely to rebel or ignore orders during a battle?: Lilim, Izanagi who is the least welcoming of new pokemon/people?: Hecate

who is the laziest?: Alice, Chidori

who wakes up the earliest?: Sakuya, Chie

who stays up the latest, or doesn’t sleep at all?: Tsuki

who is the messiest?: Ariadne

who is the loudest?: Tsuki, Astaria

who considers themself the ‘leader’?: Lamia, Hecate

who is the weirdest?: Ariadne, Alice

who is the biggest cuddler?: Tsuki, Uzume, Lorelei, Ariadne

who gets themselves into trouble the most often?: Sakuya, Shiki, Lilim who hates bath time?: Maia

who gets the most visibly excited from seeing their trainer after a long absence?: Tsuki. Ariadne, Chie

who is most protective of their trainer?: Chidori, Lamia, Ariadne

who uses their charms/cuteness to try and get away with things?: Uzume, Tsuki

who messes with other trainers for fun?: Sakuya, Chie, Junpei

who is the most submissive to their teammates?: Lucia, Chidori

who is the purest angel?: Uzume, Lorelei

who gets jealous the most?: Lamia, Hecate

who is the one laying on their trainer’s face in the morning: Lamia, Sakuya

who is the most distant from their trainer?: Vivian

who is closest to their trainer?: Lamia, Ariadne, Uzume, Tsuki, Alice

who is most alike their trainer in personality or habits?: Uzume, Lorelei

who races ahead when on a walk?: Tsuki, Junpei, Chie

who is the most loyal/obedient?: Chidori, Lucia, Lorelei

who eats the most?: Uzume, Adriadne, Lorelei, Tsuki

who is the quietest?: Chidori

who is the clumsiest?: Tsuki, Lorelei

who is the most hotheaded?: Hecate, Izanagi

who is the ‘mom pokemon’?: Chidori

[aylacavebear]

Stockroom Antics - Chapter 27

Maria had changed jobs numerous times over the last five years, more to keep herself safe than anything else. Her mother had told her she was a fairy but she thought it was just her mom being weird. Honestly, though, she had no other way of explaining what had happened to her that stormy day before she'd gone into a coma for two weeks.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will probably be 18+ I haven't decided yet!

Word Count: 1795

Pairing eventually Dean Winchester x OC

Warnings: Angst, Fluff.

A/N: This one's written a little differently than my last one. Let me know what you think. It's the first time I've tried this type of writing. Chapters will alternate viewpoints as well. I also looked into an actual area so this one could feel more realistic. This one is taking on a life of it's own in a turn I hadn't anticipated, so adding a new tag.

----------------------------------------- Stockroom Antics Chapter 27

As you ate the wonderful lunch that Dean had cooked for you, your mind wandered. It was an odd sensation when you had touched his hand earlier in the kitchen, and you hadn’t wanted to let go of his hand to eat the meal.

Deep down, you had always wanted to be close to someone. Feeling the emotions that you knew were clearly not yours was also new, at least on this level. You’d always been empathic with people, but this was so much deeper. 

You glanced at him as he watched you. What you saw in his eyes was adoration, curiosity, and what you could only describe as love. It even made you smile a little, and you barely noticed that Sam had brought him a plate of food. Hell, he had barely noticed, and you almost chuckled at that. 

What would it mean when my powers awaken? Was that supposed to happen instantly? Will it happen slowly over time? Now, what happens between the two of us? Will he even like me for me or just because of the whole soulmate thing?

“You’re overthinking things again, aren’t you,” he asked, and you could tell he was being playful with you. 

You debated arguing but just sighed, “Probably. Is it wrong, to be wanted for who I am and not some stupid destiny thing?” you asked quietly.

He chewed on a bit of bacon, seeming as though he was thinking before he finally answered you, “No. For the record, I was interested in you the day I met you, and it was hard for me to stay focused on the case. Like I said, I want to get to know you.”

His sincerity made you smile a little. However, you weren’t entirely sure what to say to him, and that’s when you remembered why you’d ended up at the bunker to begin with. “What about Crowley and Rowena?” you asked quietly.

You felt his reaction. You didn’t have to look at him to tell his jaw had clenched. He was protective, “Sam and I have a hex bag, just like the one in your pocket. We’re not going to let anything happen to you.”

“It’s not me I’m worried about,” you whispered.

He felt confused for a moment before he realized, “If you’re the kind of person I think you are, you won’t let anything happen to us either,” he tried to reassure you.

The two of you ate silently for a few minutes, and of course, your mind wandered again. You didn’t exactly feel different, not in any specific way you could pinpoint. You almost wished you could talk to Astaria. Dean’s hand on your chin, gently turning you to look at him, pulled you from your thoughts.

“Hey, I can tell you’re worried. I’m not going anywhere, and neither is Sam. I’m here, even if you just want to cry on my shoulder,” he told you with such compassion you almost cried. 

His thumb brushed along your cheek, wiping away a tear you hadn’t realized had fallen. You were about to apologize when he said, “And don’t you go apologizing. You have nothing to apologize for. It’s not like you decided who your soulmate was. You didn’t choose to get into that accident. And you certainly didn’t choose for Crowley to make you a target.”

You chuckled a little as you looked into his eyes, “Can you read my mind now, too?” 

He felt your playfulness and smiled, “No, but I can feel everything you’re feeling. What can I do to reassure you?”

Kiss her.

That was when both of you blushed, then laughed, “I wonder how long she’s been listening in,” Dean remarked, chuckling again. Bubbles was quite the smartass and he was finding her even more adorable.

When you looked back into his eyes, you felt all those giddy teenager feelings again, like you were in front of your crush. You weren’t entirely sure if they were only your emotions or if you were also feeling his. He had a soft smile, adoration, and love in his eyes, and when he licked his lips, your heart beat a little bit harder.

He gingerly reached up and caressed your cheek, his eyes never leaving yours, “I’d love to kiss you,” he chuckled, “I haven’t stopped thinking about it, but I’m not gonna do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”

You’d have been lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t thought about kissing him. At the moment, you weren’t even sure how to tell him that you wouldn’t mind and even wanted to. Dean leaned a little closer, and you didn’t pull away, just watching him.

He was so close you could feel the warmth of his breath mixing with yours, and your heart beat faster. He looked almost like a kid about to get a present he always wanted, but he was moving slowly. You knew he was giving you the opportunity to pull away; you could feel it from him.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” a male voice said from near the library's entrance, causing both of you to look at him.

Before either of you could move, your chairs were pushed away from each other with a wave of his hand, “Kitten, I had hoped you’d call,” Crowley told you, sounding annoyed.

“How did you get in here?” Dean growled, unable to get out of his chair.

“Magic, deary,” Rowena stated smugly as she stepped into view from behind Crowley.

You glared at both of them, “What do you want?”

Crowley sighed, stepping into the library, “You, preferably before you and Squirrel get any closer.”

Anger flooded your senses, and you realized it wasn’t all yours; it was also Deans. There were other emotions there, but your focus was on Rowena and Crowley at the moment, so you couldn’t sift through them to fully understand them all. 

“What the hell do you want me for? You weren’t very clear about that part,” you demanded, finding Dean’s anger not only fueling your own but also making you feel bolder than you usually would.

Rowena had already begun walking toward you. She reached into your pocket and pulled out the hex bag. “I told you last time, this isn’t necessary,” she cooed. She lit it on fire in her hand before dropping it and letting it burn.

“Bitch,” Dean growled, glaring at her.

You have to believe.

The words were almost desperate as they went through your mind. Believe in what? 

Soulmates. Dean. Your powers. Love.

You turned to look at Dean, briefly wondering if he had heard those words as well. When his gaze met yours, it made you want to cry. He was afraid, afraid he would lose you the moment you were finally opening up to him and welcoming his presence. A soft smile and loving expression came to your face just before Rowena stepped between the two of you.

I love you. You hoped he could hear you, even though you only thought it. 

I love you, too.

As you looked back up at Rowena, you smirked, feeling more than just Dean’s emotions mixing with your own. An energy began rippling through you, the sensation both exhilarating and unnerving. It began as a subtle tingling at the base of your spine, like the gentle caress of a long-forgotten memory. Slowly, the sensation intensified, coursing through your body like a dormant volcano awakening from centuries of slumber.

“Mother, we should go,” Crowley said, backing up a few steps as Rowena looked down at you again.

With each heartbeat, the magic within you pulsed, growing stronger and more insistent, as if urging you to embrace your newfound abilities. Colors danced across your eyes, vibrant azure and amethyst swirling in a kaleidoscope of arcane energy. Sparks of electricity cracked in the air with an otherworldly glow.

Rowena backed away from you, and she looked afraid. She practically stumbled backward down the few steps into the war room to stand by Crowley’s side. “I told you we shouldn’t have let her leave,” she chastised Crowley.

In that moment, you felt a profound connection to the unseen forces that governed the universe, a bond as ancient as time itself. You reached out your hand, your fingers tingling with raw power, feeling your powers now literally at your fingertips.

“Leave, and never come back,” you told Crowley and Rowena. It was almost surreal how calm your tone was, even with the threat you had just given them.

“This isn’t over,” Crowley growled.

“It’s quite over. You will never come near me, my family, or my friends ever again,” you told him, then gave him a stern, fixed glare, “Or you will regret it.”. 

“Fergus, we need to leave,” Rowena insisted, and the two vanished.

Dean was up with his arms around before you could even turn around. Sam and Bubbles quickly crossed the war room. Bubbles landed on the library table as Sam wrapped the both of you in a hug.

“Uh, guys, can’t breathe,” you giggled as you were sort of sandwiched between the two of them.

Dean laughed, as did Sam. Sam gave you one last squeeze before he let go and sat down. Dean, on the other hand, spun you around and kissed you, cupping your cheek in his hand. Any doubt you might have had completely left you, and you completely relaxed in his arms, kissing him back. It was slow, tender, and loving, something you’d never felt before.

After a moment, he pulled away and leaned his forehead on yours, smiling like the happiest person in the universe. “Why don’t you finish breakfast? We’ve got a lot to talk about,” he suggested.

You gave him a soft but playful smile and kissed him one more time before sitting down. He was right, there was a lot that you’d need to talk about, but right now, you just wanted to take some time and get to know him. You also wanted to get to know Sam, his little brother. Your family just got a little bigger, and you couldn’t wait to tell your mom and sister what had happened over the last almost two weeks. You wanted to share everything with Dean, and you wanted him to meet your family. Your sister was going to have a field day with this, and your mother would probably end up crying happy tears. 

You and Dean had a long road ahead of you, but you would face it together, Bubbles right along with you. There was no way to predict how things would go or what you’d end up facing, but with Dean, Sam, and Bubbles by your side, you felt like you could face anything. 

----------------------------------------- A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this little series. I had a lot of fun writing it. Perhaps there will be some one shots of their adventures.

Tag List: @djs8891 @deans-spinster-witch

Link to the series Master List

A/N: If you'd like to be tagged in future chapters, leave me a comment, and I'll make sure to tag you

[yourfellowhuman07]

Hiya! I was wondering about 9 in the Entrapdak Ask Game ♡

Thank you so much for asking, and I'm so sorry I'm so late answering!

9. They absolutely would, and I guess natural conception.

(Be prepared for a lot of high school headcanons)

Their first time around they unexpectedly had twins, one boy and one girl.

I don't know what the boy's name is, but he would be the heir to the Drylian throne. He would be a carbon copy of his father, except with a full head of straight hair. He tries the emulate his dad all he can, even his bad traits which makes Hordak try to desperately make sure he doesn't go down the same path he did.

He had a strong sense of justice, and once he went to school he immediately went to beating up bullies which often landed him in the principal's office. He's also a big athlete, playing various sports such as basketball, baseball, and soccer.

Also, as king, he and his wife (Netossa and Spinerella's child) would fully cement Dryl as a galactic trading post.

His twin sister, Astaria, looks like a combination of her parents, more her dad but she keeps her mom's lavender hair. She did competitive dance as a child, but she eventually moved to cheerleading and became the cheer captain. By some miracle, she turned out very kind and sociable. Later in life, she achieves her dreams and becomes an intergalactic pop star, dubbed "the Princess of Pop".

A year later, Entrapta and Hordak had Orion. Unfortunately for him, he was born with Prime's eyes, so that was something he was constantly getting harassed over. Thankfully he found his social footing when he joined the band in high school, playing mostly percussion.

Later in life, he goes into the medical field developing various medicines, while doing comedy on the side. Surprisingly, his comedy became really popular, skyrocketing him to fame with various comedy specials and voice-acting roles. So, he's basically John Mulaney (minus the... problems), and, before you ask, he does have John's voice.

The youngest and final child is Andromeda, who looks mostly like her mother and is the only child who can control her hair. She mostly keeps to herself, inheriting her anti-social behavior from her father, and was in the band in high school. Later in life, she took what her mother taught her about tech, and applied it to fashion, launching her career as the premiere fashion designer of the century (definitely the Edna Mode type).

I'm glad someone asked me this because I've always wanted to reveal who their children would be! Thank you so much for asking!!!

[gracinggravity]

Whispered memories describing where the Thalmor had holed up with their prisoner danced around Astaria's mind as she once again descended the mountain, albeit only partially this time.

Finally spotting the abandoned Imperial fort the innkeeper had described Astaria raced over, heart pounding in her chest.

As her hand brushed the worn wood of the door the obvious nearly punched her in the face, what would she do if she found the Thalmor here? She wasn't this tales of old hero... she was a sheltered little half-Nord child with no real fighting skills and only a handful of low level spells in her arsenal. The Thalmor would likely take her too, cut off her ears just as they did her father and mother... and interrogate her for answers she did not know until her dying breath.

Paralyzed by fear Astaria nearly turned back around, absorbing the fact that the only thing she was good at was running, the only things she had ever been good at. But then she heard them. The terrible awful screams of a man that had been broken over and over again. The screams reminded her of what these bastards had done and suddenly there was fire in Astaria's veins, white hot fire and the rest was a blur until she came across the source of the screams.

"Are you okay?" she whispered breathlessly, her body wasn't used to fighting and her magicka supply was depleting rapidly.

"When I get free I'll tear every one of you limb from limb on my way out," the man seethed without looking up, he certainly had the build to back up his words. Each limb was encased in carefully crafted muscles that must've taken years of training to build up.

"I'm offended that you would ever lump me in with those spineless pieces of scum" Astaria responded taking a step forward into the light. She attempted to throw a bit of humor into her voice to ease the tension but her words came out more shaky than anything.

[infernusvacua]

For Astaria: # Itanya

Your muse’s name in mine’s phone

Itanya 🩸

Your muse’s ringtone in mine’s phone

Debussy’s “Deux Arabesques - I. Andantino con moto”

My muse’s last text to your muse

i heard about the raid, are you safe darling?

Your muse’s picture in mine’s phone

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Alive Again Part 3

Harry Potter AU 

Link to Part two

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: T

______

You were the first to wake up the next morning. Turning on your side, you were relieved to see Regulus lying beside you. You smiled, resisting the urge to gently kiss him. He looked so peaceful sleeping. You reached out, stroking his cheek.

“You're staring at me again, aren’t you?”

Regulus asked, not opening his eyes. You giggled and finally pressed a kiss to his cheek. The two of you had finally fallen asleep around four am. You prayed that Astaria would sleep in. If only an hour or two later than normal would be fine. You needed some time with Regulus alone. Judging by his own desperation to keep you under him, he needed this time just as much.

“Maybe I am.”

You replied tracing your finger over his lips. He threw an arm around you to pull your body back to his.

“You’re too far away. Keep me warm, woman.”

He said opening one eye with a smirk. You threw your leg over his hip to prevent either of you from moving too far from the other.

The sound of Evan’s voice coming from the dining room got both of your attention. Regulus poked his head up first hearing his best friend.

“You know he won’t believe anything.”

You said, darkly. It didn’t take being Evan’s sister to know how he would react. Evan would believe anything that Voldemort told him and nothing Regulus would say. It didn’t matter that Regulus was his best friend and had put together some secret that the dark lord didn’t want to be figured out. Your prior thought about Evan grabbing an ankle for Voldemort returned.

Regulus stood up and began to dress.

“I know he won’t. I also don’t think my mother will enjoy being told that her way of thinking is wrong either. My suggestion, my love, is to be ready to go at a moment’s notice.”

You were fixing the bra that Regulus had torn off of you before you looked up.

“Where will we go?”

Regulus’ eyes flickered in your direction before giving you his best scowl.

“Just do what I say.”

Regulus kept his eyes on you as if silently pleading with you. He would never be the begging type and you knew it. It didn’t take growing up together to know what Regulus was and what he was not.

“Fine.”

You replied. Regulus quickly closed the distance between your body and his. His right hand tilted your face to him.

“You're still such a stubborn girl. It's no wonder that I fell so hopelessly in love with you. Like I said last night...it's time to see how brave you really are.”

Regulus followed you downstairs to the dining room. From your place by the door, you could see Walburga watching Evan interact with Astaria with an expression of approval. Evan was the closest thing that she had to Regulus when he “died.”

Astaria meanwhile was busy playing with a stuffed owl that Evan had given her. She sat happily in her uncle’s arms and would smile up at him coyly every few moments. Astaria, being only two, already knew how to work her uncle to her advantage. When Evan was around, if she wanted something then she knew who to go to. If she squeezed out a few tears and lip wiggles then BAM instant whatever it was.

“She looks so much like her father. I feel like Regulus is looking back at me sometimes.”

Evan said with a sad smile.

“Daddy’s sleeping with mummy.”

Astaria said as she continued to pet her new stuffy. Walburga’s eyes fell to her granddaughter. The older woman hadn’t said anything to Evan about Regulus being alive. She was going to leave that to her son as she still had questions that needed to be answered too.

“What did you say, sweetpea?”

Evan asked, wanting to make sure that he had heard his niece right. The little girl looked up with a sassy frown. At two years old, she didn’t like repeating herself.

“Daddy is sleeping with mummy.”

Regulus nudged your forward when Evan’s face went white. He had heard his niece right. What did that mean? There was no way…

The moment that Regulus walked into the room with you, Evan nearly passed out. He rubbed his hands over his eyes a few times. Evan wondered if this was actually some drunken dream and not reality.

“See?”

Astaria said, not bothering to look up at her uncle’s stunned face. All that she knew was her daddy and mummy were right across the room. That was all that mattered other than petting her new toy.

“Regulus…”

Evan stuttered. You knew your brother was within an inch of losing it.

“I felt the same way, Evan. This is no joke.”

Regulus didn’t meet his mother’s gaze. He kept his attention locked on Evan’s petrified face.

“How are you alive? The dark lord said…”

Regulus motioned for you to get Astaria. He was ready for this conversation to go south very quickly. When Evan Rosier was backed into a corner, he would be the first to last out at anyone that was nearby. Now he was about to be told that he was in the wrong on everything...he would resume his “ready to kill” temper. Regulus would make god damn sure that Evan wouldn’t lay an unloving hand on you or Astaria.

“You need to find new friends.”

Regulus said, casually. Evan’s shocked expression turned into confusion.

“What is that supposed to me?”

“Exactly what I said. I didn’t stutter.”

Regulus snapped as you returned to his side. Evan stood up as his mind was finally able to begin to work again.

“Are you saying that you doubt our master?”

Regulus chuckled.

“He isn’t nothing to me of that nature.”

Walburga was the next one to speak. She was tired of her youngest son ignoring her and she was not to be ignored anymore.

“Regulus Arcturus Black, what are you saying?”

Regulus turned his attention back to his mother. He was about to rock her world and for once he didn’t care. This time Regulus would not try to calm his mother so she wouldn’t lose her temper. Walburga could go crazy for all Regulus cared. She could scream, throw things, cry like a baby if she wanted but Walburga was about to be told.

“I’m saying that everything you ever taught me, everything that I ever believed is wrong. Both of you are foolish for believing in a thing that Voldemort has to say. Evan, if you were smart you would grab something valuable and run for it.”

Evan looked disgusted by his best friend’s words.

“What happened to you while you were at the bottom of that lake? Did almost becoming an inferi teach you nothing? The dark lord is not to be messed with and what you are saying is a one-way ticket to death...that you won’t escape from.”

Regulus only blinked.

“Are you threatening me? I suppose you are going to run right to Voldemort and tell him everything? I guess I should be frightened. Tell him that I said hello and know his secret.”

Evan’s surprised expression had turned furious.

“Y/n, get away from him. Get Astaria and come to me at once.”

You looked between Evan, Walburga, and Regulus. Stepped closer to Regulus, you let him wrap his arm around your waist. He gently took Astaria into his arms tucking her head against his shoulder.

“My place is with my husband.”

You stated defiantly. Evan was seething.

“You’ll be hunted like animals. If you think that I won’t tell him the truth...you’re both mistaken.”

Evan started for you but was stopped when Regulus hexed him.

“Do what you have to.”

He replied before turning his attention to his mother.

“Au revoir, mere.” (good bye, mother)

Regulus quickly apparated the three of you from Grimmauld Place. The next thing that you knew, you were standing outside of a small brick home.

“Reggie, where are we?”

You questioned as he placed your daughter back in your arms. Astaria was looking around, totally confused herself. Regulus glanced over his shoulder before knocking on the door. He chose not to respond. Regulus could have told you that you were about to see him “kiss ass” but decided not to.

“Somewhere safe.”

A moment later, Sirius opened the door. His mouth fell the moment that he saw his younger brother, whom he thought was dead on his doorstep. Sirius blinked a few times before being able to close his mouth.

“Please tell me that you are real.”

Regulus reached out and pinched Sirius’ arm hard causing the older brother to yelp.

“Is that real enough for you?”

Regulus questioned. Sirius nodded before meeting your gaze. The two of you haven't spoken since before you married Regulus. He had tried to persuade you to say no to the engagement. There were no romantic intentions (you knew that he was happy with Remus) instead, it was Sirius worrying about your safety.

“Y/n!”

His eyes finally fell on the niece that he didn’t know that he had. Sirius didn’t have to ask questions. He knew that was his niece.

“Can we come in?”

Regulus finally asked. He was getting the hint that Sirius was still in a state of shock and the whole “being safe” thing was beginning to evaporate.

Sirius quickly moved aside. This was something that he never expected. After he received your owl about Regulus dying, he couldn't get back to you. It was exactly what Sirius said would happen.

“Sweetie, he is so in deep with the death eaters that you will end up a widow by 20.”

Now it appeared that he was wrong about everything. His little brother was alive. He still looked as cocky and arrogant as he did the last time that Sirius tried to talk him out of joining the death eaters. Sirius tried not to let his mind go there but he couldn't help it…

“Don’t do it, Regulus. I’m begging you. You can come to our side. No one will hurt you. You're my brother and I can’t let anything happen to you.”

Regulus stood with his hood up. All that Sirius could see was his mouth and chin. Regulus did everything that he could to conceal his identity.

“I am no one to you. You made that perfectly clear years ago.”

Sirius wanted nothing more than to grab Regulus and shake him.

“You know that isn’t true. I begged you to come with me. I could have taken care of you.”

Regulus sneered.

“No, you wouldn’t. You would ignore my existence just like you do at school. Don’t you dare say you won't because you fucking do. It's too late anyway.”

Sirius was going to regret asking but he had to.

“What about Y/n? Do you want to make her a widow by the time the two of you are 20?”

Regulus chuckled.

“We have an understanding.”

He quickly unbuttoned the cuff of his shirt enough to pull the sleeve up. Sirius looked ill the moment that his eyes landed on the dark mark...just like that his innocent baby brother was gone never to return….

It was Remus that pulled Sirius from one of his worst memories. Remus had been reading a new book but was staring at Regulus. He too was clearly stunned and confused by the youngest Black brother’s apparent existence.

“I’m confused.”

Remus stuttered. He met your gaze then froze the moment that he saw the little girl in your arms. He had no idea that you were pregnant. Sirius said nothing about it. From the heartbroken expression on Sirius’ face, Remus knew that his lover didn’t know. Had he known, Sirius would never have missed this much time in her life.

Regulus sighed.

“I am going to say this once and will never speak of it again. You all were right about the dark lord.”

Sirius blinked. Had this situation been different, he would have said something snarky. Today he couldn’t.

“It's taken you a long time to figure this out.”

Remus said, calmly. Regulus smirked.

“This long and lying at the bottom of a lake nearly drowned helped me come to my senses.”

Remus winced and found that he was unable to meet Sirius’ gaze. Sirius had blamed himself for Regulus’ fate since the day that he got the letter from you about his death. There had been many nights that Sirius would cry himself out of tears after drinking all of the alcohol in the house. Only Remus knew this fact…

“I don’t think Astaria should be hearing this.”

You said, gently. Sirius nodded. The little girl was looking intently between her father and Remus.

Sirius stepped forward and knelt down to Astaria’s level. You had sat her down a moment before. She had waddled over to Regulus’ leg and was holding onto his robes.

“Hi, there sweetheart. I am your uncle Sirius. Do you like ice cream?”

Astaria nodded but didn’t let go of her father. Sirius smirked. There was no DNA test needed on who this child belonged to. She had that same calculating reserved expression that Regulus wore 95% of the time.

“It's alright.”

Regulus said, gently to the child. Astaria finally nodded. Sirius met your gaze with a smile.

“I have some ice cream if you want to go to the kitchen.”

You stepped forward and picked the little girl up.

“That will be nice. I’ll let you all talk. It's nothing that I don’t already know.”

Sirius waited until you were out of the room to face his little brother. He had to fight the urge to hug the little jerk until he begged for mercy. Sirius motioned to the couch.

“Sit down. I want to know what you have to say before I go buy myself a world’s best uncle mug.”

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Stockroom Antics - Chapter 17

Maria had changed jobs numerous times over the last five years, more to keep herself safe than anything else. Her mother had told her she was a fairy but she thought it was just her mom being weird. Honestly, though, she had no other way of explaining what had happened to her that stormy day before she'd gone into a coma for two weeks.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will probably be 18+ I haven't decided yet!

Word Count: 1502

Pairing eventually Dean Winchester x OC

Warnings: Angst

A/N: This one's written a little differently than my last one. Let me know what you think. It's the first time I've tried this type of writing. Chapters will alternate viewpoints as well. I also looked into an actual area so this one could feel more realistic. This one is taking on a life of it's own in a turn I hadn't anticipated, so adding a new tag.

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You followed the little dragon to the kitchen. It was really adorable, reminding you of both a puppy and a kitten, but at the same time, something far more intelligent than either.

You could have attempted to create some coffee but wanted it to taste right, so you decided to brew some instead while the little dragon sat on the bench seat at the table.

The dream was still playing out in your mind as you thought over the things Astaria had told you. Soulmates, the word made you roll your eyes again. When the brothers joined you, you kept your answers short. They didn’t need to know the personal stuff; you were just a case, after all.

How the dragon kept looking at Dean made you wonder far too many things, even as you tried your hardest to keep yourself from thinking anything more of him. Again, you reminded yourself that you were their case, not someone they wanted to be friends with. If only you’d remembered to ask Astaria how to grow the bond with the dragon.

Then, when the dragon tilted its head at Dean after you asked Sam if the information would help with the case, you slowly looked up and at Dean. Why did he have to be so damned handsome? Then, there almost seemed to be something else hidden behind his eyes but you didn’t want to read more into it. Relief flooded through you when Sam spoke up again, taking your attention from Dean’s enchanting green eyes.

Explaining anything from your dream was difficult, so you kept it short, deciding only to give them essential information. The last thing you wanted to discuss was the soulmate topic with either of them. You’d often reach down and absentmindedly give the dragon some affection, and it would purr against your hand, which sounded like a mix between a low growl and a cat's purr.

The coffee, at least, was helping you focus, bringing you out of that sleep fog that always followed that dream. It had been a bit worse this time, having interacted with things, which made it so much more real than it ever had before. It was hard to ignore that the dragon kept looking at Dean way more than it was Sam. Although, you missed quite a bit of what the dragon was responding to. 

I’m just a case. Soulmates can’t be real, no matter what Astaria says…

When Dean got up, you glanced at him briefly, realizing you were a bit hungry. You had slept the day away, after all. Whether you’d admit it or not, the view of watching him walk away was just as nice as the front, but you quickly gave Sam your attention, wanting to push your thoughts away.

What you didn’t realize was that Sam had seen how your gaze had lasted longer as you watched Dean. You figured that since the little dragon would be staying, you would offer Sam to at least pet her, and you would have chuckled at his response had it not been for him mentioning other dragons. That was something you hadn’t even considered, so you missed the way the dragon was watching Dean cook.

You almost jumped when the dragon flew over to the center island in the kitchen. For a bit, you just watched it, puzzled at its action, when it went to the far corner so it could see around him. You even stifled a giggle, watching him jump a little when he noticed. 

The dragon seemed to at least like him, more than it liked Sam, or that was what you figured. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that Dean was the older of the two, or maybe the fact that he was in charge, at least in your eyes. It couldn’t be anything deeper than that, right? 

When it ate the bacon, you began wondering what kinds of foods the dragon would need to eat. It seemed to like meat, but you wondered what else it might like. At least you could do your best to create whatever it needed, not wanting to burden the brothers with having to spend money on food for your dragon. 

You wanted to be angry at Dean when he said the dragon’s name was Bubbles. You glared at him even if he couldn’t see you. He wouldn’t know what her name was, she wasn’t his familiar, you thought to yourself. Luckily, Sam asked you a question, pulling your attention back to him and away from Dean.

After Dean brought dinner over, it made your stomach grumble even more. You made a plan not to exhaust yourself this particular evening. Sleeping through the entire day had sucked. Before Dean could give your dragon another slice of bacon, you took one from your plate and gave it to her. Something about Dean interacting with your dragon like he was, bothered you. Although, you did your best not to let it appear in your expression.

You managed not to look at Dean very often, reminding yourself that you were just their case, nothing more. So, when dinner was done, you used your powers to clean things up. It was the least you could do to show gratitude for letting you stay with them while they figured out how to keep you safe from Crowley. The thought of the King of Hell wanting you, for whatever reason, made your skin crawl. Astaria’s words replayed in your mind: Unless you’ve recently met your soulmate, and you don’t know it. Sam asking if you still wanted a tour of the place pulled you from your thoughts. You only agreed in hopes that it would take your mind off of everything. However, when the dragon didn’t follow you, you got somewhat annoyed and couldn’t quite figure out why.

The bunker was massive, far larger than you had initially anticipated. Sam explained the rooms, even the ones he didn’t open, and showed you. He also asked that you don’t wander around or touch things. When you gave him a puzzled look, he chuckled, explaining that some of the things in there held certain magic, like curses, and he didn’t want you to accidentally unleash one.

That made plenty of sense, as you would have felt horrible had you accidentally done that. When he brought up drinking that night and getting to know the two of them, you weren’t quite sure how to take that. Then the apology from him was the last thing you’d expected. Thinking of yourself as just a case was easier. You could keep your feelings and questions from showing or coming out. You almost felt nervous when you agreed to have drinks with them.

The two of you made your way back to the war room, finding Dean and your dragon in the library. You felt goosebumps dance down your arms, seeing how he was smiling and interacting with the dragon, who seemed to be enjoying his attention. Sam almost bumped into you when you stopped and watched them.

“Sorry,” you quickly told Sam, who just chuckled, seeing what you were looking at.

“You’re fine. I’ll be right back. You want beer or whiskey?” he asked you.

“Uh, beer, I guess,” you replied, not realizing he had meant drinking now. At least with beer, you wouldn’t get drunk as quickly but planned on keeping track of how much you drank.

You didn’t realize that Dean and the dragon had looked up and over at you, at least not right away. When you turned from Sam, who had headed into the kitchen, you saw them staring at you. 

“What was that all about?” Dean asked as you sat across from him at one of the library tables.

“Oh, well, Sam mentioned having drinks and talking,” you answered, feeling slightly unsure of yourself or how this would go.

“Oh,” Dean stated, although sounding distant, almost like he was upset or something, then he began to get up, “Then I’ll leave you to it.”

At first, you were puzzled, but then you realized how your statement had been taken. “No, no, no, not like that. He meant all three of us,” you quickly tried to clarify.

Dean raised an eyebrow and sat back down just as Sam joined you in the library. He set a beer in front of you, choosing one for himself and bringing whiskey and a glass for Dean. You took a sip of your beer and then a deep breath. The dragon watched you and Dean, although you couldn’t figure out what its expression meant.

You weren’t sure how to feel after what Sam had said earlier, about getting to know each other due to how the case was going and how they were involved. It was so much easier to keep telling yourself that you were just a case. At least during that time, you could push away anything you might have been feeling toward Dean.

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[celawrites]

Day 236

I head to school right before the bell today. I don’t want to bump into Sun, and when it’s homeroom, no one in the class speaks up. No one knows what happened, and Sun and I fought over a pointless reason, so when we’re not bantering for once, the class is concerned. I’m sitting next to Mint, discussing student council matters like nothing had happened.

“OK,” Pebble slams her hands onto the table and I don’t react. “What the hELL HAPPENED BETWEEN YOU TWO,”

“Petty fighting,” I shoot her down and continue discussing over matters with Mint.

“It isn’t petty fighting if you’ve been refusing to talk with me. I just think you’ve finally shown your true colors,” Sun sneers. That takes a hit to my heart and I falter in my movements.

“If that’s what you’ll categorize it as then sure,” I scroll through the slides and Mint rubs my back soothingly.

“What even happened to cause you two to be like this?” Opal speaks up this time, and I don’t answer.

“Crescent has been ignoring me,”

“I haven’t been ignoring you, you’ve just been hanging out with Astaria the whole week. You clearly don’t have enough time for us now,” I roll my eyes and continue fixing the slides.

“You’ve been avoiding me in every hallway in school,” Sun slams his hands onto the table and I almost reach out to check them out of instinct. “Of course I would have to hang out with someone else!”

I ignore him and continue editing the slides. Sun scoffs and turns away. The rest of homeroom passes in silence, I hate it. I hate myself more than I hate Sun for throwing away the letters, I hate myself more than I hate student council duties. I don’t like it.

“Crest,” Mint mumbles as he watches Sun greet Astaria with a smile on his face.

“I know,” I run a hand through my hair in frustration and head over to the meeting room. He doesn’t need to tell me that I’m self-destructing. I’m a week behind on my writing and haven’t even started the newest chapter. My publisher’s getting angry, and my manager’s frustrated at the quality of the writing.

“Crest,” Mint points at my phone and I answer the call.

“Hello?”

“Crescent,” It’s my manager.

“I’m sorry it’s just I’ve been slacking off and-”

“Crescent,” My manager interrupts me. “Take a break, the publisher’s willing to wait for a better draft. Please, it’ll get better. We’re proud of you, and we’re here for you”

“...thank you,” I mumble, the exhaustion seeping through my voice.

“Take a break, we’ll be waiting for you,” My manager ends the call and Mint smiles.

“Would you like to take a break today? Head home, I’ll deal with the council,”

“I’ll be fine,” I force the smile on my face again. “It’s just a meeting,”

The meeting runs as usual, and everything’s fine until the end.

“Any questions?”

“Uh if you don’t mind me asking,” One of the students speak up, I recognize them as one of the middle school members.

“Yes?”

“Did something happen between you and Sun?”

I freeze and Mint takes over.

“What happens between them will be staying private,” Mint speaks up. “Refrain from asking personal questions next time underclassman. Meeting dismissed,”

The students file out the door and I spot Sun at the door.

“Cress, talk to me,” His face is cold but his voice is barely a whisper.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” I hum, I walk past him and he grabs my arm.

“Why did you do it?”

“I did nothing. We weren’t dating, I was flirting with Mint because I could, and you got mad and started to hang out with that little girlfriend of yours. Our story ended there. Feelings and ‘I love yous’ aren’t going to cut it for either of us. You know that better than anyone,” I pull my arm out of his grasp and head down the stairs. I miss the chat between Mint and Sun, and I miss the sob that escapes Sun’s throat. But for once, I don’t think I needed to be there.

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[gracinggravity]

Falkreath held no real answers apart from pointing Astaria in the direction of Ivarstead. Climbing the mountainous terrain put aches in Astaria's bones like none she had ever felt before, her rage was starting to abide and with it her motivation to find this mysterious stranger. She had been convincing herself he was the reason she was running all around Skyrim, when in reality it was for the possibility of running into the Thalmor she craved.

She pushed on, delighting in the creatures she came across and taking in the scenery. It's the most she had ever explored in her life. Before, she had been contented with her simple, and slightly sheltered life. But that had been when the comfort of her mother's company had kept her naïve. Melancholy thoughts swarmed her mind as she walked into Vilemyr inn, seeking rest and perhaps more rumors to guide her path.

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Random Headcanon Tag!

Thank you so much for the tag, @sableglass! This looks like it's going to be fun :D

Rules: use this headcanon generator to make headcanons for your OCs! Then talk about how accurate they are.

Kia steals other peoples clothes.

It's less that she steals them and more...borrows them. Forever. It's our hoodie. The communal hoodie. (This headcanon is 100% accurate)

Ashlee crashed a riding lawn mower into their fence.

That wasn't Ashlee - it was her sister, Ana. And it was one time. When she was ten. So it doesn't count.

Kira has fallen asleep at their desk while working in the middle of the night.

Oh, most definitely. In the AU where she lives in the Tower with the Inquisitors, she has absolutely fallen asleep at her desk. In the proper canon, she hasn't - but only because she doesn't have a desk to fall asleep on. She has fallen asleep while working in the middle of the night.

Tiatha gets road rage.

Unfortunately, no. Tiatha doesn't leave the Tower, and she's far too patient to have any kind of road rage.

Xaente uses the word "like" like a comma.

ABSOLUTELY. She's, like, with it, you know?

Neia was dropped out of a window as a child.

The question isn't 'was she dropped out of a window as a child'. The question is 'how many times was she dropped out of a window as a child' and also 'was it her family that dropped her or was it the Overseers'.

Amara sucks at saying tongue twisters.

Amara sucks at saying anything with alliteration, so absolutely, she can't say tongue twisters.

Hendryk is not allowed to drink energy drinks.

After the incident? Are you kidding? That cost Luc thousands of gold and nearly lost half the carnival. If Luc so much as sees Hendryk near the potions stall, he'll kill him.

Astaria fucked your mom.

Astaria can barely get up the nerve to fuck her own husband.

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