#cub's ficlets

[halsinsgate]

Halsin x Astarion - Wait Halsin x Trans Male Tav - Scar Halsin x Raphael (did I read that correctly? >U> ) - Linger o// I hope any of these are inspiring!

Intimacy Prompts (no longer accepting) authors note: I am going to combine two of those into one because I am inspired for a Halsin x Trans Male Reader ft. jealous Raphael piece >:)

7. kissing scars + 33 lingering hugs (POV from Raphael but in 3rd person. Meaning flowery prose ahead!)

An evening at Sharess' Caress was always a boisterous affair; many a sin taking place beneath the red tinted roof. It was a delicious place for Raphael to indulge in. And when he caught news of the arrival of Tav's gang of outcasts, he knew the opportunity for a fresh contract was ripe for the taking. However, there was one minor detail that Korilla neglected to tell him about.

The Druid Halsin

The big oaf walked delicately, as if he were about to crash through thin ice. Despite his size, his history, and the notorious tales surrounding his selflessness-- he did not stride like a hero would. Instead, he followed Tav like a lost puppy. Eagerly by his side.

It was revolting.

Seeing that the renowned Druid was in Tav's party, Raphael snapped his fingers and returned to his private room to revise his contract and to seethe. Druids were beings stuck in their own ways; incapable of seeing nuance. He would have to twist his words carefully, lest he wanted Halsin in Tav's ear about the natural order.

Curious about the beast, he decides to conjure up a mirror. He looks through it only to find something... unexpected.

Tav and Halsin are alone in a room rented out, but instead of debauchery he is met with a tenderness that he has never known. Raphael was a man with many a scar, most of which were inflicted by Mephistopheles. Yet he had never thought to have someone worship them.

Through the mirror he finds Tav seated on the edge of the bed. Halsin on his knees with his arms wrapped around Tav's middle. Both men are shirtless yet there is nothing innately sexual about the encounter. Halsin's lips trail delicately over Tav's top surgery scars. He doesn't dare leave a bruise behind. He murmurs his affections against Tav's skin, about how beautiful they are; body and soul. He slowly stands and reaches for Tav's hand, pulling him upwards and into his arms.

The unfiltered love causes a pit to form in Raphael's stomach. He convinces himself its nausea. Such a picturesque and gentle display was revolting to the Unholy...

Even as he tuts and turns away from the scene, he finds himself pouring himself a glass of wine and retreating to the balcony for some air. As he sips the earthy red wine he overlooks the city, the mountains, to the ocean.

The pit in his stomach is replaced by a hollow ache in his chest. To have a Druid such as Halsin willingly admiring and adoring a scarred body...

"Well," muses Raphael. "I suppose that is the one true thing that I can never have."

[soleo05]

Hermittober 2024

Day 2 Enchanting

Cub was anxious. He and Scar had escaped the confines of their home territory, but he still could  feel eyes watching him. He tried not to let Scar notice, as he had searched for the origin of the feeling and found nothing. He proceeded with his plan to gear up, as their small swords were no match for a player when it was just the two of them. 

“Cub?” Scar was tormenting a pig, poking it with his sword but not enough to kill it, just watching it squeal and run away.

Cub put down his scrap of leather and focused on his companion. “What is it, Scar?” 

“Do you think that there's some Eldritch beast out there, waiting for us to make a mistake, so that it can pounce on us and drag us back to the mansion where we belong?”

Cub was a little lost for words. Scar had some off-the-wall ideas, but was pretty perceptive. “I don't not think that,” he hedged.

“Will you tell them to leave us alone already?” Scar sounded glum. 

“If I could I would, my man. We're just going to have to wait and see for now.” Cub went back to his task, still on the lookout for any opportunity to evade the mysterious eyes on them.

/-/-/-/-/

It was dark out, and they were traveling through a swamp. Their natural glow kept the frogs from attempting to eat them, as they looked like the unappetizing fireflies native to the area.

Scar was speeding ahead as fast as his wings could take him when he entered a clearing.

There on a log in an unnatural purple light with fireflies surrounding it sat the Eldritch creature. It had a dark cloak, but its wings were visible stretching out behind. Many purple glowing eyes were open staring straight at him. It was fascinating, no, captivating! Scar was enchanted immediately. It was the prettiest, and scariest, thing he had seen his whole life. 

“It's you.” He said, breaking the strange silence.

“What do you want from us?” Cub already had his sword drawn, ready to protect them from the danger this spellbinding creature posed to them.

Scar joined him, hoping they wouldn't have to fight the otherworldly being. He was shaking with fear.

[valiant-portabella-pirkko]

top of the list of things I've never talked about: in Regrowth, the Pale Tree specifically based Pirkko off of the first hero she'd ever met-- Frida Banes, Regrowth's version of the hero from GW1.

in that sense, she's not a resurrection or a reincarnation, but an interpretation of sorts; she's what the Pale Tree saw in the hero of legend, kind and brave and selfless and strong. however, beyond that initial impression, they're very different; they don't fight even remotely the same, and definitely have different ideals.

but the real kicker? Frida Banes... is still around. in a sense.

she was an Ascalonian, and when the war reached a fever pitch, she went back to aid civilians and evacuate them to other lands. however, by then it was already going so far south that there wasn't much she could do-- and she wound up caught in the Foefire like so many others. however, remember how I mentioned she and Pirkko are a lot different?

Frida was a necromancer-- a powerful one. a necromentalist, if you will; she specialized in blending the summoning abilities of necromancers with the overwhelming might of elementalist spells.

as a result, she was able to shield herself from the Foefire... to an extent. even after being reduced to a spirit and bound to the lands where she died, Frida still has a fair amount of awareness of her surroundings, and a great deal of control over the magic now infused into every crack and crevice of Ascalon. but that doesn't mean she has an inherent knowledge of what happened or why.

... she thinks the charr caused the Foefire. after all, fire was like their whole thing, pretty reasonable assumption to make right?

Frida wouldn't learn the truth until nearly 300 years later, when a pair of gutsy cubs voyaged into The Notorious Ruins No One Ever Comes Back From, both believing that it was all just a scary story to keep out nosy cubs. and Frida, finding she just didn't have it in her to murder a couple of literal children, would secretly protect them from traps throughout the ruins before finally deciding to return them home herself.

cue the most notoriously deadly ghost of charr legend showing up at the Black Citadel carrying two cubs by the scruff, providing no further explanation than "... I think you misplaced something."

at least a few soldiers fainted right on the spot that day.

as it turns out, though, she's got a lot of catching up to do too.

[the-weeping-dawn]

'...is that an owlbear?' 'Owlbear cub, but, yes it followed us from the goblin camp.' 'And you've decided to keep...' He moved from the subject as quickly as he was distracted by it, '...

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posted as I cut squid distracted and somewhat distressed by the tiny owlbear running around camp that he managed to miss before this moment.

[frozenjokes]

deeply infatuated with them. so much so that you guys can have the full ficlet as a treat. And yeah he wears that dumb fuck lab coat to bed of course he does. he’s also a socks in bed wearer and if you don’t think so we will be dualing at dawn.

zombiecleo and the worst found family in the world vvv

Ow. Ow.

Mosquitos, deer flies, horse flies, bugs, Cub was being ravaged by bugs, he really hadn’t considered the bugs when he’d started this journey. In the Wisconsin northwoods you breathed them, all sorts, but the deer flies were his worst enemies, drawing blood even through the thick layers of.. well, moss didn’t feel like an accurate descriptor. It looked a little like moss, like life had reached toward the sky and captured the stars, brilliant and twinkling and everything good. But moss didn’t have teeth. Sculk did. Cub liked that about it. Whether it hurt more or less than the flies, that was up for debate, but the sculk was consistent, familiar, everywhere, and the flies were in his way.

But with all the bugs, there was some reprieve. Afterall, another source of food meant less of those teeth under Cub’s skin. Less pain, though, somehow, he still managed to miss it.

Sculk was alien. It was not supposed to be here. But it wanted to be.

Sculk was a parasite. So was Cub.

Ow- Fucking- stupid ass dumbass fucking-

Cub jolted awake with a screech, being shaken- dragged out of bed, the monster on his neck- he was falling, a bear- a black bear had got him, he was being dragged through the woods by a black bear- fuck- what bear was it you where you were supposed to play dead? Cub had thought the brown bear, there weren’t brown bears in Wisconsin- He tried anyway.

He realized the floor was not dirt. The paws awkwardly dragging him along weren’t black or brown. Momentarily stunned, he heard Cleo cackle through the darkness.

“Scar- Scar! What are you doing? Wait- No no- No! Scar!”

Cub had the wind knocked out of him as his kidnapper attempted to jump onto Cleo’s bed, his stomach slamming into the mattress before he was unceremoniously dragged all the way up over a howling Cleo. Briefly Cub was released, to which he cautiously began to move until the sheets were pulled so hard underneath him that he fell off balance, only to be grabbed by the throat, then shoved head first underneath.

Cub needed a second to breathe, utterly shocked he was still alive. Then a large weight fell on top of him, and breathing became a little harder. The weight began to purr.

“Scar.” Cleo gasped, sounding just as shaken as Cub felt, though not nearly as dazed. The purring ceased briefly, then began again, Cleo’s bewilderment remaining unanswered. “What- Why?” they tried again, which Scar seemed more receptive to.

“Easier to watch when you’re close together. This is better. Efficient. Safer.”

“We- We don’t need to be watched, Scar. We are safe. This room is safe. There is literally nothing in here that can hurt us.”

“That RenKing is awfully suspicious. It’s watching me.”

“He’s not on! He can not turn on by himself, we are fine.”

“What else lurks in the shadows, Cleo? You never know, you never know. One minute you’re safe, the next minute a hawk has swooped out of nowhere and grabbed your kitten, you gotta be careful, you gotta sleep together. It’s the best way to do it, it’s the best way.”

“I can not argue with you about this right now. Is Cub even alive?”

“He’s wriggling.” Cub was indeed wriggling. He wasn’t even uncomfortable per se, there was something deeply mollifying about having a large weight directly on your back, and he slept face down anyway, so this wasn’t a huge issue. Just adjusting.

“Let him go, Scar.”

Cub was a little offended by the implication that he could not get Scar off by himself- Scar was at least half his weight! “I’m fine.”

“He’s fine,” Scar parroted.

Cleo sighed, long and strained. She said no more. With enough passage of time, Cub stopped going to sleep in his own bed, since no amount of arguing was going to stop Scar from dragging him out of it every night. Though, out of all of Scar’s disruptive quirks, this was not something Cub minded all too much. He liked Cleo’s company, though he was relatively certain Cleo did not enjoy sleeping in a full bed nearly as much. Well, Cub definitely took up more room, but it wasn’t like she had slept alone since Scar had invited himself to sleep at their feet anyway.. then their legs.. then their stomach.. then their chest. Maybe this was always the next step. Cub wouldn’t be surprised if Scar had been planning it from the start. Oh well. No skin off his back.

uh if you like this there’s more of it on ao3 here’s a link

[balrogballs]

2 meter snake anon here: Now i’m begging you to write a little ficlet of Aragorn going missing or being waylaid in some ride through the forests only for Elrond to find him surrounded by all the little weird creatures and beasts he’s raised as pets, faithfully making a protective circle around him. Hell, the wolf cub Aragorn rescued is probably the one who led Elrond his way 🫵🏼😭

I am mildly sleep deprived and quite literally dictated this to my phone whilst on a bicycle so you may encounter typos and it frankly sounds like a deranged 1920s children's story, but have fun x

How Glorfindel the Second Came to Stay 

"My dear Glorfindel, how old are you?" 

"Two thousand eigh—" 

"Both lives, thank you," Elrond snapped, clicking his fingers in front of Glorfindel's face in a gesture reminiscent of a fiery-haired addition to his family tree. "Quickly now, or can you also not count in addition to being clearly unable to perform to bare minimum standards of childcare?"

"Eight thousand, nine hundred and forty six." 

"Outstanding!" the lord clapped his hands. "And Estel, how old is Estel?" 

"Fifteen," muttered Glorfindel. "Possibly sixteen." 

"Six! He's six! And as such, what do you mean," Elrond affectionately linked elbows with the captain of his guard, looking both perfectly cheerful and supremely dangerous. "What do you mean I leave him with you for a grand total of two hours, two hours, Glorfindel, you take baths longer than that on a weekly basis — only for him to disappear for three days, and then be brought back by a procession of wild animals?" 

"Oh Elrond, you exaggerate!" exclaimed Glorfindel, gesturing at the sight before him. "There was no procession. Perhaps a small entourage."

Reader, it was indeed a procession. By which this narrator means that Elrond was greeted at the gates two hours ago, not by the Glorfindel-led search parties he had sent out to look for his foster son, but by a very self-important snake. And Elrond, having been understandably rather frantic, did not question the fact that the foster son in question was not brought back by said search parties led by the (overpaid) captain of his guard and his troupe of very expensive warhorses. 

Instead, he was borne atop the back of a very small Oliphaunt which had its trunk curled carefully over the sleeping child, ensuring it didn't fall off. Behind and before the child walked two large warthogs, heads held high as though they too were named Asfaloth. In the middle of the parade was a bear - an authentic, honest-to-goodness, pukka, full-sized bear, a card-carrying member of the genus and species Bear, ambling along and occasionally nudging Estel to ensure he was securely laid on the Oliphaunt's back and that the beast's trunk wasn't squeezing the child too hard (Oliphaunts, whilst well meaning, were notorious forgetters). At the forefront of the parade – for that was what it was – was a very self-possessed snake, which slithered gracefully and somewhat imperiously across the gate and unlocked it for his brethren. 

("Oh look," whispered Erestor from a suitably high window, nudging Lindir with a grin. "It's Elrond's family, all come to visit at once!") 

Elrond, for his part, stood very still and did not even blink. Not even when the Oliphaunt deposited the child at his feet and the bear gave him a cheery look that said he got lost but found us quite quickly. But he talks too much, my lord. We had to bring him back. Elrond did not blink when the warthogs jumped into the pond and gave themselves a bath near the inordinately expensive fish, and you best be sure he didn't make eye-contact with the snake for even a second, even when the snake in question looked him head to toe with an extremely dismissive air, as if to say is this the famed lord of Imladris then? I am not impressed. 

In fact, he didn't move until Glorfindel rode in. For Glorfindel cantered in looking far too happy for an elf who had been bested by a warthog, and that was enough to rouse Elrond from his stupor, grab the captain by his ear and give him an earful so deafening and profanity-laden that the Oliphaunt burst into tears and the bear seemed to mutter so much for kind as summer. The procession of animals slunk out silently, hoping not to be noticed by anyone other than the now awake-Estel, waving a cheery goodbye to his old friends.

All except Glorfindel the Second, who wound itself comfortably around his shoulders, christened from a safe distance by Lord Elrond - whose fear of snakes was marginally edged out by his newfound irritation towards Glorfindel the First, and his inability to look after a child that had been literally strapped to his belt.

[angeart]

Hunted Hybrids AU [hhau] Masterpost

compiled all the au rambles and other important bits for better organisation. ---

a survival story and a love story. a story of despair and hope.

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hunted hybrids au [hhau] is a scarian au that i share with @linkito - it’s self indulgent and rp-born, although there might be some drabbles and ficlets coming out of it (because we’re obsessed). 

the basic premise is that scar and grian got transported to and stuck in a permadeath world that’s actively cruel and dangerous to hybrids. the nature itself is set against them, providing next to no resources, and the weather keeps getting colder and colder. 

as an avian and a vex, they get relentlessly hunted—and getting caught means death. as they struggle to stay alive, they only have each other left. (desperately, they wish it could be enough.) 

they have no idea what happened to hermitcraft, or if their other friends are even alive, but they barely have time to think about that amidst the cold and the hunger, the fear and the pain. days stretch into months, and their hope of ever returning anywhere akin to home dwindles. (but maybe they can put together a different makeshift hope: a feeble little thought of maybe one day managing to get far away enough that nobody will follow anymore; maybe one day they could make a new home, or the closest thing to it they can manage. maybe this nightmare can have an end, if only they hold onto each other and keep going.)  

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au cws: violence, blood, injuries, dehumanisation of hybrids, self harm (feather plucking), mentions of suicidal ideation, self-destructive tendencies, arson (just a bit), victim blaming, character death (?), animal death, grief, self worth issues, panic attacks, trauma responses, abandonment issues, separation anxiety

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--- RAMBLES, ART, ETC ---

au introduction ramble - here

about the ribbon - here

about scar’s wings and vex magic - here

wanted posters - here

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refecences:

grian design/reference - here & here

scar design/reference - here

scar timelapse face/hair/earring reference: here

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other bits, snippets, and asks / unsorted bits:

what happened to scar’s wings - here

can scar's wings heal? - here

the spear incident (feral scar) - here

feather earring + what happened to scar's ear - here

scar's journal - [to be posted]

scar and cub's bond (including post-rescue mentions) - here

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he remembers the mornings when he woke up pressed against Scar [snippet] - here

you need to go / please don't leave [snippet + art] - here

hurting and feverish in a cave [snippets... multiple] - here

grian feels broken, in some horrible, unfixable way (and scar deserves better) [snippet] - here

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will i find my home, my home, my home in you? - confession/first kiss [RP/FIC] - here (AO3)

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MIMIC ARC:

PART I - MIMIC

part I main rambles - here

part I bonus: the ribbon incident [FIC] - [to be posted]

part I bonus: campfire closeness [art] - here

part I bonus: learning about different, kinder worlds - here

part I bonus: mimic's name - here

PART II - REUNION

part II main rambles - here

part II bonus: scar's magic extertion - here

part II bonus: scar calling out for grian [art] - here

part II bonus: reunion embrace [art] - here

PART III - AFTERMATH

part III main rambles - here

part III bonus: hunted - here

part III bonus: the eclipse - here

part III bonus: mimic, alone - here

PART IV - THE IN-BETWEEN

part IV main rambles: hot spring bath - here the wing spiral - here make the danger feel good - here love and other gifts - [to be posted] hopewards - [to be posted]

part IV bonus: the red haze - [to be posted]

PART V - [REDACTED]

part V main rambles - [to be posted]

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VEX arc:

PART I - COMMUNE

part I main rambles - [to be posted]

part I bonus: about the characters [art included] - here

part I bonus: about nadia - here

part I bonus: about kane and grian (the bird incident, misunderstandings, learning, and flock) - here

part I bonus: scar's vex instincts - here

part I bonus: learning about mating marks - here

part I bonus: learning about mating marks [mini comic] - here

part I bonus: mating marks, vexes, and not being enough - here

part I bonus: building - [to be posted]

part I bonus: cabin arson [ramble] - [to be posted]

part I bonus: cabin arson [art + snippet] - here

part I bonus: a night for living: mr beak - here grian gets mr beak [art + snippet] - here a pink ribbon (kane & flock) [RP] - here dancing by the bonfire [art + snippet] - here other parts - [to be posted]

part I bonus: nice things - here

part I bonus: preening, flying, and flock - [to be posted]

part I bonus: phantom attack - [to be posted]

part I bonus: relationship wheel - here

PART II - DEATH

part II main rambles - [to be posted]

PART III - [REDACTED]

part III main rambles - [to be posted]

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summer arc:

something burns [ask answer] - here

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rescue:

rescue rambles pt I - here

rescue rambles pt II - here

rescue rambles pt III - here

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post-return bits:

will they ever return? [ask] - here

clothing choices [mini ramble + art] - here

loss of sense of safety - here

we're going to live [snippet] - here

things don't end - here

doubts and breakdowns [+ rp snippets] - here

previous relationships and the booty call incident - here

fever and feeling unsafe [+ rp snippets] - here & art here

scar's feelings & sleepover preparations - here

on hermits that support scar and grian - here

the sleepover (and the aftermath) - [to be posted]

wedding bits:

proposal [art/comic/snippet] - here

wedding scar [art] - here

wedding grian [art] - here

wedding scarian [art] - here

wedding respawn - here

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more art and other things under #hhau tag <3

art-only tag is #hhau art (but all art also has the main #hhau tag)

[rrain-writes]

A little ficlet I wrote in honour of booping day ^u^

Wild sat alone at the edge of camp, staring out at the slowly dimming horizon. The champion didn’t even notice when his mentor came up to him, until Twilight had gently tapped his nose.

"Boop." The rancher said to accompany the motion. Wild startled, blinking as he turned to face the older hero.

"Huh?" He asked in reply. Twilight smiled softly at him as he sat down.

"I said 'boop'. You were looking a bit off with the fairies, cub." Twilight ruffled Wild's hair, and the teen batted his hand away playfully in response.

"I was just thinking." He shrugged. "But, um, what's a 'boop'?"

Twilight laughed. "It ain't really anything. Just something I do with the kids." He explained.

Wild hummed in reply, before touching his brother’s nose with a scarred finger. “Boop.” He whispered.

Twilight smiled, before pulling his protege into his chest, breathing in the scent of endless forests and wildflowers. They sat together, watching stars blink into existence.

[cloudwhisper23]

Freddy’s trek to Parts and Service was interrupted briefly as Officer Vanessa tried to get his attention for the thirteenth time. “Freddy! Do you have a moment?”

“I was just on my way to Parts and Service, Officer Vanessa. Is there something you need help with?”

Frazzled, Vanessa nodded her head vigorously. “There’s two kids wandering around on their own.”

“I do not see how that concerns me. I believe you should communicate the issue to another member of staff-“

“No, you don’t understand. They’re not kids. Not human kids, anyway.”

“I don’t follow.”

“They’re…” Vanessa gestured vaguely. “Talking animals?”

Freddy frowned. “The suggestion you are making does not make any sense. I was under the impression that therianthropy was purely hypothetical, and it pertained specifically to cave drawings in France.”

“Glad to see you have an open mind,” Vanessa replied sarcastically.

“If you could just-“

“Come with me for a minute. You’ll believe it when you see it.” Vanessa turned and started walking.

The door to the security office flew open when Vanessa scanned her keycard. Freddy didn’t see much out of the ordinary, aside from the child-sized stuffed teddy bear on the floor. Or at least, he didn’t until the bear moved.

Freddy couldn’t help himself. He pressed himself down low, just in case the little bear was scared of him. Evidently, the bear cub was not afraid. He looked at Freddy, blinking sleepily.

“Are you…” he yawned. His little teeth poked out of his mouth, and Freddy felt a rush of affection surge over him. “Do I know you? Should I know you?” 

His amber eyes gleamed as they settled on Freddy’s face. Suddenly, the animatronic bear didn’t know what to do. “Officer Vanessa,” he started, but she had already quietly left the room. Off to worry about something else, he supposed.

Shaking his head, Freddy continued his focus on the bear cub. “My name is Freddy Fazbear. I am a performer slash entertainer for a company called Fazbear Entertainment. What is your name?”

The little bear blinked at him for a moment. “My name? I… I’m…” His ear twitched. “Gregory. My name is Gregory.”

“Well, Gregory, you seem to be a bit lost. I don’t see too many bears hanging around here normally.”

So, I did an art trade with @pixlokita here on tumblr. Since I've had block for several months now, I wrote a ficlet instead. Hope y'all enjoy it as much as they did!

[bladesandbhaalspawn]

working on some moodboards in between writing ficlets for people and working on my own fic

any suggestions for bg3 characters that i should make moodboards for? 👀

[current list under the cut]

Origin Characters

The Dark Urge ✅✅ Astarion ✅✅ Gale ✅✅ Karlach ✅✅ Lae'zel ✅✅ Shadowheart ✅✅ Wyll ✅✅

Other Companions

Boo ✅✅ Halsin ✅✅ Jaheira ✅✅ Minsc ✅✅ Minthara ✅✅ Owlbear Cub ✅✅ Scratch ✅✅ Tara the Tressym ✅✅ Us ✅✅ Volo ✅✅ Withers ✅✅

NPCs

Abdirak ✅✅ Alfira ✅✅ Ansur ✅✅ Arabella ✅✅ Aradin ✅✅ Araj Oblodra ✅✅ Auntie Ethel ✅✅ Balthazar ✅✅ Bane ✅✅ Barcus Wroot ✅✅ Bernard ✅✅ Bhaal ✅✅ Blurg ✅✅ BOOOAL ✅✅ Cazador Szarr ✅✅ Counsellor Florrick ✅✅ Dame Aylin ✅✅ Dammon ✅✅ Derryth ✅✅ Dribbles ✅✅ Dror Ragzlin ✅✅ Elminster ✅✅ Exxvikyap ✅✅ Enver Gortash ✅✅ Gandrel ✅✅ Grub ✅✅ Haarlep ✅✅ He Who Was ✅✅ His Majesty ✅✅ Hope ✅✅ Isobel Thorm ✅✅ Kagha ✅✅ Ketheric Thorm ✅✅ Kith'rak Voss ✅✅ Lakrissa ✅✅ Lorroakan ✅✅ Lucretious ✅✅ Lump the Enlightened ✅✅ Mattis ✅✅ Mayrina ✅✅ Mirkon ✅✅ Mizora ✅✅ Mol ✅✅ Myrkul ✅✅ Mystic Carrion ✅✅ Mystra ✅✅ Nettie ✅✅ Nine-Fingers Keene ✅✅ Nocturne ✅✅ Nym Orlith ✅✅ Omeluum ✅✅ Orin the Red ✅✅ Oskar Fevras ✅✅ Popper ✅✅ Priestess Gut ✅✅ Prince Orpheus ✅✅ Raphael ✅✅ Roah Moonglow ✅✅ Rolan ✅✅ Rugan ✅✅ Sarevok ✅✅ Sazza ✅✅ Selûne ✅✅ Shar ✅✅ Silfy ✅✅ Silvanus ✅✅ Sorn Orlith ✅✅ Sovereign Spaw ✅✅ Teela ✅✅ Thaniel/Oliver ✅✅ The Emperor ✅✅ The Netherbrain ✅✅ True Soul Nere ✅✅ Ulder Ravengard ✅✅ Viconia deVir ✅✅ Vlaakith ✅✅ Wulbren Bongle ✅✅ Yenna ✅✅ Yurgir ✅✅ Zevlor ✅✅ Z'rell ✅✅

[girlwithadragonheart]

STOP IM SOBBING

He’s so tender with her and she feels like she should push him away but doesn’t really want to 😭

This is so beautiful

can i have a uhhh... Halsin & Shadowheart father figure ficlet?

Body Language Prompts (no longer accepting)

[ WOUND ]:   upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner.

Shadowheart is a formidable warrior. As a dedicated follower of Shar, pain dies not deter her. But as she remains huddled in between Halsin and a rocky cliff side, her heart rate picks up. Fluttering like a hummingbird.

The unexpected and sharp pain that emits from the palm of her hand glows a fiery hue. Oranges and reds dancing along her pale skin. She gasps and clutches her hand to her chest, closing her eyes.

"But I have done nothing wrong," she thinks. Though pain was not a detriment it was a reminder that her Lady was displeased. Was it because she was fighting alongside Archdruid Halsin? She tries to keep her questions at bay, not wanting to agitate her Lady any further than she already has. She must not question her teachings.

The footsteps of their pursuers spray gravel over the edge of the cliff as they thunder up above, unbeknownst to them that Shadowheart and Halsin have broken off from the rest of the group. Astarion was leading them astray and from there Lae'zel would attack. Halsin and Shadowheart would then bring up the rear and close in on the others.

"You're trembling, child," whispers Halsin. He has no tadpole to aid him in communicating with Shadowheart-- he risks being overheard to check in on her. "Are you hurt?"

By now, the pain has dulled to a pulse and the angry colours have disappeared. Shadowheart grits her teeth. "I'm fine," she insists. Had she been in a clearer mindset, she would have admonished Haslin for daring to call her a child, regardless of intentions. But for now, she waits through the pain and Halsin doesn't look convinced. He knits his brow and sets his lips in a thin line.

He reaches for her hand and when Shadowheart pulls away, she loses balance and nearly slips from the edge of the cliff. Halsin grabs her and pulls her flush against his side.

Shadowheart blames the adrenaline and uncertainty for what she does next, pressing her face against Halsin's broad chest and allowing him to hold her for a moment too long. He smells of sweat, earth, and something else she can't name. But it reminds her briefly of home.

When she pulls away she lets him take a look at her hand. He runs his fingers delicately over the scar on her palm, a gentle green glow emitting from his fingers. Her scar lights up again, red and furious and she has to still her breathing lest she wants to cry out and alert their attackers. The colours of Shar and the Archdruid battle one another until suddenly. There is nothing.

No pain, no throbbing.

"Sated," says Halsin. "For now."

He soothes his thumb over her hand, his eyes troubled. He could argue all day with her about the cruelties of Shar but now was not the time nor the place. He hopes that one day, Shadowheart can find her own place in the world that doesn't require such bitter and violent sacrifices. He would silently act as a guardian, ensure that she felt the love and care of a parent that was ripped away from her far too young. His heart aches for her and the way she had clung to him was not lost.

"Come," he says with a quirk of his lip. He offers her a fond smile. "There is blood to be shed."

Shadowheart mirrors his smile before they climb up the cliff side.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Bruh I was gonna write this as a ficlet but I ain't never gonna finish. Here, feel free to add or contribute if you please or enjoy:

This wasn't how Wukong's day was supposed to go. He was supposed to just do a quick flight over to the city, check his former brother's seal, and return home to another binge marathon of Monkey Cop and pigging out on peach chips. None of this successor stuff, none of this fighting to save the world bullcrap. Just a normal, regular old day of being completely alone aside from his younger and more feral subjects, the cubs often curling up on him or practicing their grooming. Just like he's done for the past 500 plus years.

His sister-in-law and her son finding a way to actually succeed in their quest to release his brother wasn't in that plan... neither was the unexpected reunion between Wukong and the little cub he'd given up all those years ago. Qi Xiaotian, or MK as he was known as, had grown up quite a lot in the years since he'd broken his own heart by placing a human disguise on him, sealing his powers away, and left him to the decendants of his late master and brother to find. Don't get him wrong, he hadn't done so out of neglect or because he didn't want to keep the cub. Hell, he hadn't even completely abandoned him either, consistently checking up on the little guy and keeping him safe from a distance as he grew. But he wasn't stupid either, the kid would have been miserable growing up with Wukong, would have never had a normal life if he was left with the old king, and that was the last thing Wukong had wanted for him.

Even so, seeing him suddenly appear out of nowhere had near made Wukong's stone heart jump out of his chest. Why his cub (Wukong firmly shook his head at the reminder that MK was NOT his cub anymore and he doesn't have the right to call him that) was even in that dirty alleyway climbing the pipes he has no idea, but at the moment Wukong had bigger things to worry about. Like his brother rising from the ground as his staff was lifted by some weird gauntlet his nephew had built and the fact he was in no way capable of fighting his brother again.

The kid promptly running away and then losing the staff in some hairbrained scheme to get it back to him after he picked it up hadn't been the best. Nor was the kid nearly being blown into a lava field by his sister-in-law and being forced to save him and carry him the rest of the way to Huāguǒshān hadn't been the best outcome either, but he'd take it.

He just wished it hadn't come at the cost of the kid discovering Wukong's secret. He had kinda figured it'd get out when the kid decided to try to return the staff to him, but he kinda wish it hadn't happened the way it had. The kid had seen him as he transformed back into his true form from his eagle form, which normally wouldn't be an issue, except Wukong had gotten up that morning and decided not to even bother brushing his fur or changing out of his pajamas.

Like he said, he had been planning a quick peekey weekey at the staff to make sure nothing was amiss and then binging his shows, nothing exciting or cleanup worthy. And considering his pajama shirt proudly proclaimed 'Baby on Board' there was simply no hiding the truth. Sun Wukong, the Monkey King, was pregnant.

Had been since before the Journey that truly made him a legend had even properly started, not that anyone beyond Guanyin or the Pilgrims had known.

MK had naturally been extremely excited to meet his idol and also quite confused about his condition. Wukong had just laughed off the matter for the most part. It certainly wasn't the worst reaction he'd dealt with in regards to his condition, Zu Baije had taken the cake for that one. And of course, Wukong had to be a kind host and lead the kid back to his hut, partially so he could change out of pajamas into something more fitting for company, while the kid rambled on about the Demon Bull King. It was during the walk back that Wukong had, essentially, admitted to spying on the kid.

And admitted to his own fault in getting the kid involved, confessing that he had sort of panicked in the moment. It was only fair that he fessed up, as he truly hadn't intended to put him in any true danger. He needed a distraction. Something to get that staff away from the IronBull Family, and the kid was the only available option. Especially when considering the more than likely negative feelings the IronBuul Fanily harbor towards Wukong and his precious egg.

He'd even complimented MK's handling of the staff, which was quite impressive considering exactly what Ruyi Jingu Bang actually was and the fact the kid had no prior experience with staffs or any type of weaponry as far as Wukong knew. The fact he could even lift the ancient artifact at all was impressive. He even joked that he might as well make him Wukong's successor for real after seeing that, after getting the staff back. That was a mistake. The kid took the joke seriously and decided that, since Wukong clearly couldn't fight in his condition, he would fight of Demon Bull King in his stead.

Wukong was almost impressed, if he hadn't been busy panicking over how BAD of an idea that was. MK is mortal!! He could get hurt! But apparently stubbornness is a common trait among Stone Monkeys and their ilk, because once MK had the idea in his head he refused to let it go. At this point, the best Wukong could do is damage control.

And by that he meant 'reign the kid in enough to get an actually viable plan up off the ground.' A plan that, upon reaching the city where the IronBull Family were beginning their conquest, and being surprised to see MK's friends rise to the occasion to try to fight the demon family themselves in the process, immediately went belly up in the water. The kid was supposed to stay back, let Wukong handle distracting the king while he got his friends to safety and snuck close enough to try to summon the staff from where it was being used as a battery in the generator DBK was wearing to power himself up. But then Wukong collapsed as soon as they landed, the multiple trips and carrying a teenager across an active volcano field being too much in addition to the baby that consistently drained his powers and the dao around it. Because of course Stone Monkey pregnancies can't be easy, right!?

Seeing the situation, MK promptly took Wukong's role and challenged the Bull King, leaving Wukong groundbound and trying to sneak close enough to get to the staff.

Then MK fucked up.

Wukong has no idea what the cub was thinking, but he decided to go for the generator himself, causing a massive explosion and a ton of property damage. And for Wukong, that resulted in a building falling on top of him. Luckily, Wukong is the Monkey King and was able to cast a last second protection spell upon his stomache to prevent his baby from getting hurt and he himself is immortal and mostly invincible, unfortunately he doesn't have the strength left between everything to get out from under the building. And he's fairly certain he has a couple of broken ribs and his leg is most definitely not supposed to bend that way. Meaning he was stuck, injured, and vulnerable out in the open with only him hastily throwing his dirty and ripped scarf over his head in a desperate attempt to stop anyone with unfriendly intentions, namely his former brother, from recognizing him.

In short, he was screwed.

See, an unfortunate truth about Stone Monkeys is that the reason they are

so rare in spite of their unique methods of procreation and power... is because it comes at a heavy cost. The stone egg that grows within a celestial primate feeds upon their very life force and the dao around them. Meaning that between the egg, multiple trips between his island and the city, and the work he put in to just keep the shrapnel from the battle form hitting any of the mortals who just had to stop and stare, Wukong had very little of his strength and power left to do something as simple as moving a couple thousand tons of rubble, debris, and shrapnel that was now burying his lower body. Some of which was digging painfully into his leg. Sometimes he wishes he had never let himself be redeemed, things would have been simpler if he didn't care about dorky mortals who foolishly hang out where they shouldn't be or pick fights with ancient demon kings.

"Hey, hey!" Wukong's ears perked as a voice shouted over the explosions of DBK's cannon. Blinking, he turned his head towards the sound, trying to blink past the dust and debris clouds that looked just a little too much like smoke in the waning light of the sunset. When did it get so late!? A large, stocky figure that would be considered short by most demons' descriptions but looked a giant in Wukong's own unglamorous opinion began to fade out of the dust around him, and bringing another sense of panic to him.

Zu Baije's decendant.

The monkey demon absolutely could not risk him seeing him. Being recognized in this vulnerable state would be bad news for him and his baby, that aside, he himself is msot certainly not mentally or emotionally ready to handle seeing a potential reincarnation of his brother! It doesn't take a genius, when one has Eyes of Truth, to realize the soul now running towards him through the debris shared the sound of his ancestor. Wukong squeezed his eyes shut, trying to think of a way out fo this as the piglet fell to his knees next to him.

"Are you alright!? Jeez... what am I sayin!? Of course you ain't, a building fell on you! Hey, don't worry, well getcha outta here."

The pig was rambling as he took in the filthy orange fur and unnatural angle of the monkey's leg. Wukong forced a smile upon his lips, all teeth and praying it be reassuring. Time to try to convince him to leave.

"D-don't worry about me. I'm fine." Wukong coughed out, cursing the way his voice stumbled over the words. The pig did not seem convinced, or I pressed for that matter, with. Wukong's reassurance. Instead he collapsed next to the monkey demon and began digging at the debris.

"H-hey, what..." Wukong tried to weakly shove him off, "I said not to worry! A bunch of rocks isn't gonna hurt me, you should just get out of here yourself! The fight is heading in this direction!"

AHHHHH!H!HH!H!H!H!

@a-tea-goblin you seeing this!?

This is gotta be one of the best gifts i've recieved in a long while!

I love the descriptions of Wukong + MK instantly deciding "I protec you now." when he realises that the Monkey King isn't doing so great cus of the baby.

And Dadsy to the rescue!! You know Wukong is caught off guard - I love how you have him protesting getting helped the entire time. He's not used to people caring about him again.

Even if you never "finish" this as a ficlet, I immensely enjoyed what you wrote!

[soleo05]

Hermitober 2024

I found the HC October prompts. I'm using this list from Twitter.

Day 1 Vex

Grian sat invisible among the dense foliage of the dark oak forest watching the hive of activity inside the woodland mansion. Some enterprising player was sneaking through the hallways taking out the axe wielding illagers.

An evoker had just summoned a hoard of vex to protect himself, but the player was quicker, taking down the magical man. The vex swarmed on the player, seeking revenge. Except not all of them did.

Grian continued to watch as two of the vex broke away from the fighting and ventured up and out of their mansion home. Intrigued, Grian followed.

“This is our chance, Scar. Before they notice.” One of the vex was coaxing the other into leaving.

“Wait up, Cub, I'm not as fast as you.” The one vex wasn't able to fly as fast, having one of his wings smaller than the other.

They made it to the edge of the dark forest, the sounds of battle horns and clashing swords long behind them. The two little vex sat on top of the tree right on the edge watching the sun fall below the horizon.

“How far do you think we’ll make it?”

“As far as we want Scar.” They shared a mischievous smile.

They seem interesting, much more so than the boring player. Grian decided that they were worth his time in watching.

[amethystfairy1]

hi I'm back again already lol, bc u really ought to know all the great things about ttsbc that I was too lazy to write out last time lmao.

Also! totally fine that ur not doing skizzpulse, you should write what inspires/motivates you (personally very motivated by them xD I've written ~90k words of skizzpulse myself rip)

Anyways, good things! You! you're the good things! I honestly can't remember when I last sent an ask in for the lil guys, so I'm just gonna say something I loved about each of their recent arcs.

First, Treebark. There's been so many identity reveals but I think this has been my favorite thus far. Ren going all protective boyfriend and fighting over Martyn was SO GOOD, plus soft kisses and they can just hold hands now without Ren being afraid he'll figure it out. Also loved Martyn seducing his entire family while being terrified out of his mind by big dog people with knives, like, I'd be a little out of it too. but the fam doesn't even notice but Ren did and is all supportive and comforts him, offers to take him home. I love how well they can read each other, like they're just in tune. they're soulmates, your honor. and, AND this means we can have double dates where they all know now! so excited :)))))

Zedango. this is what started me reading your stuff (the first fic I ever wrote was actually my own tt zedango ficlet, btw. that feels like an eternity ago now) I love how they've simultaneously progressed and devolved into slightly unhealthy relationship territory. something about not everything being perfect all the time just adds so much depth and realism to their relationship, as well as keeping the plot tense without feeling like you're making up problems just to have something to write about. AND THEN Tango doing the blazeborn courtship rituals was just so aaaaaaaa (THEY"RE SO ADORBSABLEEE) Tango setting aside his disgust with his claws to take care of Zed even tho its uncomfortable for him, and then Zed recognizing that and having all the warm fuzzy fondness for his bf was so sweet. Doc's notes about the rituals were on point, with how he reassures Tango that they're normal, healthy things and saying he's always open to having a conversation about it. (tho, i doubt Tango's ever taken him up on that offer lmao)

The other fic that's been in my head is ur most recent one, Handshakes and Headaches. I highly doubt we'll get a cub reveal in this next chapter, but ig we'll see soon enough. I loved how Cub just knew instantly that Grian was a hybrid and was just going in spirals putting it together that he was cuteguy, then him coming to the wrong conclusion about whether Scar knew, too, was just perfect. Tho, if he did think Scar knew and was cool with it, I wonder what he'd do first? Tell Scar his own secret, guess Grian's secret in front of them? I feel like he would think the safe thing would be to confront Scar about Grian being Cuteguy, and then if/when Scar admits it and says he's cool with it, Cub would feel safe(r) revealing his own identity. Maybe not right away, but sometime. Also, that would mean everyone in Hot Cave knows about hybrids and undercity, so he wouldn't have to glamor while he works (tho, that would also require revealing to Zed... they don't seem super close, but it's kinda obvious that Zed's chill w/ the undercity people, considering he's dating Tango and Cub knows that).

Also! now that Hypno knows G and Scar are safe, I really wanna see him revealing to Scar and Scar being all supportive and stuff :)))) Hypno wasn't someone I knew I needed in this world, but I'd die for him now. (ALSO the casual mention that his scales are dry and flaky rather than smooth and taken care of??? Hello?????? Someone get him some proper self-care ASAP, maybe take him swimming at a private pool or something idk. I feel like the moment Scar knows, he's going to be on it with the cookies and love and support. so excited hehehe)

anyways, I'm probably forgetting something, but whatever. I'll be back with more art soon (maybe I draw Hypno, since I've never done that before and electric eel hybrid sounds cool. Actually, I've decided, I'm gonna do it now. remind me what that looks like pls? or I go reread, whichever happens faster lol)

Ok that's all, have a good day!

I LOVE THE RAMBLESSSSS

Petition to get Hypno a private pool 😆

I'm so glad you love the slightly unhealthy but also very loving Zedango situation we have going on!

I LOVED YOUR TT ZEDANGO FIC! I'M STILL WAITING FOR THE SEQUEL!!!! 😭 /j you don't have to write one if you don't wanna BUT KNOW THAT I LOVED IT!

Ren being a protective boyfriend is all I need sometimes! It's just good fun! Thank you so much for telling all about everything!!!

I would actually LOVE to see how you would design Hypno if you do feel like drawing him! That sounds amazing! Electric Eel hybrid time!!!! 💖

[convexicalcrow]

Couple of lil ficlets i wrote this evening. Am very tired. Going to bed now.

-

It was, once again, raining. Gem didn't know why it was suddenly raining so much. It was like something had changed quite suddenly in the weather cycle and now all they got was rain and thunder storms. Bit weird, really.

And like, it wasn't just seasonal stuff. This wasn't summer into autumn into winter. It was just... suddenly raining. All the time. And while the grey moody skies made her base look amazing, she was honestly a bit weirded out by it. Too much of any kind of weather was annoying, but especially rain, because everything was just constantly damp and miserable.

She got curious about False, given her river obsession. She knew stuff about water. Maybe she knew what was going on! But alas, she did not. She simply kept building her rivers in the pouring rain, ignoring Gem's observations. What a strange, strange Hermit she was.

-

"There'd better be a great diamond throne," Cub said as he watched Grian setting up one of the games for the new permits.

"For you? Oh of course, Cub! Any other requests?" Grian said.

"Not right now, but make sure your chair is shorter than mine, as is proper for the Assistant to the Permit Manager," Cub said.

Grian sighed, but didn't fight it. "Alright, it'll be smaller, don't you worry about that."

"Good, good. That's what I like to hear. Now, where are the Poe-Poe. I need a word with those two," Cub said.

"Last I heard they were chasing down Mumbo's shops for restocking again, but I'm not sure where they are specifically though," Grian said.

"Of course, of course. At least they're trying to do their jobs," Cub said.

"Well, trying is certainly one way to describe their efforts," Grian said.

Cub shot him a look but didn't respond as he left to go find his recalcitrant officers.

[thebawdybaldurian]

Halsin/Tav Week Day 5

This is a continuation of the werebear ficlet I wrote during the eclipse. I wanted to dip my toe into monster fucking and Tav and Halsin are the ideal pair to do it, especially once Tav shares his curse. They are ride or die from one another. The bondage is fairly mild because I don’t really write the pair in the BDSM realm and more of the primal/feral one and the cuckholding is consensual with their lover Astarion. Also, I blame this movie and my unsupervised childhood for this entire thing.

First werebear scene: Total Eclipse

Cuckholding/Bondage

Content and Warnings: PIV sex in a shared tent, involuntary transformation, werebear oral and PIV sex, rough sex, jerking off to werebear sex, were-blow job.

Tav, Halsin and Astarion arrived at Shadowheart’s farm a few days before the eclipse. They weren’t certain what help her father’s journal would be at solving the mystery of Halsin and now Tav’s memory loss during eclipses, but they were also eager to see their friend. The owlbear, no longer a cub, greeted them first, hooting happily from the hole of his large burrow. “Hootles! How are you?” Tav cast her Speak with Animals spell and ruffed his large feathers.

“I am wonderful, my friends. Shadowheart calls me Darkwing now,” the creature answered, nudging his beak against Halsin next.

“That makes more sense,” Tav laughed, as he was now a fully grown adult.

“Are you keeping out of trouble?” Halsin asked, also using his speaking spell.

“I ate a cow the other day that didn’t belong to us,” he lowered his head slightly. “She was a little upset about it.”

“Understandable,” Halsin nodded. “You should be hunting for wild things and not picking an easy meal.”

“I know,” Darkwing sighed, scratching his claws into the dirt. “But…I want to get big and strong…and find a mate.”

“Ahhh, I see,” Halsin grinned at Tav. “I can teach you a few things to get better at it.”

“You’re going to teach him how to mate?” Tav teased, widening her eyes.

“To hunt, Clataedre,” Halsin sighed, shaking his head with a grin.

“What’s the point of having a spell where only you can hear the animal you are speaking to? It’s like having a one-way conversation!” Astarion moaned from inside the covered carriage they’d travelled in.

“Sorry you are feeling left out,” Tav grinned, peeking inside.

“Is that Astarion?” Darkwing asked, buffeting his wings slightly. “Tell him hello.”

“He says hello,” Tav translated, climbing back into the carriage to give Astarion a kiss. “And that he’s looking for a mate.”

“Apparently everyone is these days,” Astarion teased, pulling her close.

Their kiss was interrupted by Scratch, who had bound out of the farmhouse and jumped straight into the carriage. “Hey there!” Tav rustled his fur as his tail slapped against the side of the carriage.

“It’s good to see you all!” Scratch nudged Astarion for more pets, which he happily obliged.

“It’s just a big, hairy and feathery reunion!” Astarion smiled.

“Speak for yourself,” Shadowheart replied from outside, her hair cut short for the moment.

“Another dramatic hair change?” Astarion joked, tossing his longer curls aside. “You haven’t switched Goddesses again, have you?”

“Just wanted to try something different,” she remarked, as her tiefling lover El joined her side.

“I think it looks nice,” Halsin remarked, finding a ball for Scratch and Darkwing to chase.

“Thank you!” Shadowheart ran her fingers through it. “Shall we go inside?”

The farmhouse was small, but fairly open, the group of five able to all squeeze in at the dinner table to chat. They talked about the past year since last seeing one another at Tav and Astarion’s wedding. They had dinner together and then Shadowheart let Tav and Halsin see her father’s journal, detailing his life as a lycanthrope. “Your father was able to control his transformations, with the blessing of Selune,” Halsin noted, looking over the neat handwriting. “Have you ever heard mention of only isolated transformations? Like only during eclipses?”

“Not that I can recall,” Shadowheart shook her head. “I’m still easing back into being a wandering cleric so my knowledge is limited. Why?”

“I have been experiencing memory lapses during eclipses for as long as I can remember. Last year, during the most recent one, Tav seemed to have the same. We had gone out for a picnic and awoke naked and unable to recall what we had done.”

“I told them it sounded like a perfectly normal afternoon for them,” Astarion smirked.

“What about the torn clothes?” Tav smacked his shoulder with a deep blush. “Yes, we sometime get a little too…amorous…but Halsin’s were almost completely torn to shreds.”

“Most lycanthropes lives’ are dictated by the cycles of the moon, perhaps yours has something to do with the sun as well. Or…something to do with your Druidic powers. I can only speculate at this point. We can certainly be sure in a few days, if either of you transforms.”

“Will that be safe?” Tav wondered. “For all of you? I know neither of us could forgive ourselves if we hurt everyone.”

“It might be wise to restrain you. Just in case.”

“Sounds kinky,” Astarion purred.

“Sounds like a good idea,” Tav smacked him playfully again. “And you can watch over us and report any changes.”

They began to make plans for the eclipse that would be occurring in a few days, setting up a spot in the back of the barn where they would be bound for the duration. Tav and Halsin grew more anxious and amorous as the day drew near, sneaking off into the woods several times each day to make love. On the day of the eclipse, Astarion awoke to find them quietly rutting beside him in their shared tent. “You two are insatiable,” he rolled onto his side, watching their bodies hump against one another.

“You’re welcome to join,” Halsin huffed, Tav’s legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

“I’m happy to watch,” Astarion purred, brushing some of Tav’s hair out of her face.

“Maybe…uhmmm…Shadowheart is onto…hhhhnnn…something with this…sun…and…moon thing,” Tav moaned, her eyes lolling as Halsin fucked her hard. “We’ve both been…fuck…so horny…the part few days.”

“Bestial,” Halsin growled, seizing her bottom lip between his teeth.

They finished quickly, groaning together during their shared climaxes. Astarion finally nuzzled in for some post-cum kisses, watching them both closely. “So you really think you might transform this afternoon?” he asked.

“Maybe,” Tav caught her breath, snuggling between the two of them as Halsin climbed off her. “Or maybe we just came so hard last time it reset our memories,” she laughed. “I know you two have sent me to another plane before with those amazing cocks.”

“You’ve certainly made me forget myself a time or two with that mouth of yours,” Astarion smirked.

“Oh…is that an invitation?” Tav grinned.

“Perhaps later,” Astarion smiled, nipping her ear between his teeth. “I intend to make sure you two are tied up nice and tight in a few hours.”

“Is that a promise?” She purred.

“Of course, my darling.”

They lazed in the tent for a while longer before getting up, each giving Astarion a little nip of blood before they headed to breakfast. They traded off swapping the magical rings that allowed Astarion to walk in the sun, transferring his affliction to the wearer of the matching ring who would be safely inside the farmhouse. Shadowheart gave Tav and Halsin small moonstone charms to wear around their necks, hoping that the gems would at least grant them some recall if they happened to transform. They did another ring swap as they headed to the barn before the eclipse, getting settled inside.

Astarion bound them each with a set of manacles, wondering if they were leftovers from Shadowheart’s days as a Sharran interrogator or for kinkier reasons. They were both sat around a thick post that was buried deep into the ground. “Comfortable?” He teased, adjusting the heavy blankets they were sitting upon.

“This robe is itchy,” Tav wiggled her body, trying to get the loose cloth off her skin. “We could’ve just gone naked if we are going to burst out of our clothes.”

“Naked and tied up might have been too much for me,” Astarion grinned, reaching under her robe to gently rub her skin.

“Can I please blow you now?” She grinned, closing her eyes as he relieved her itch.

“The eclipse will be starting soon enough,” he pinched her nipple playfully. “I don’t want you biting it off.”

“Thank you for watching over us,” Halsin smiled, rubbing his back against the post like a bear to relieve his own itchy skin.

“Of course, darling,” Astarion gave him a good rub as well.

He settled on a bale of hay across from them, opening a book to occupy the time. The sun began to dim slightly as the eclipse began, darkening the barn slightly. “It looks like it started,” he put the book down, looking the pair over. “Do you feel anything yet?”

“Just itchy…and horny,” she teased, shifting again to scratch herself. She and Halsin began to grow increasingly more uncomfortable, moving around a lot.

“It’s getting hot in here,” Halsin panted slightly, feeling sweat beginning to bead down his neck. “Could you open the barn door slightly…get the breeze in?”

“Sure,” Astarion got up, pulling the door open a little.

“Fuck!” Tav gasped suddenly, her body writhing and twisting like she was in the throes of a climax.

“My love…are you?” Astarion lingered by the door, watching them shift and groan.

“Gods!” Halsin growled, the hair on his arms seeming growing.

“Ahhhhh!” Tav growled back, her voice deeper now and her long, golden hair beginning to cover her entire body.

Astarion watched in horror and amazement as the pair transformed, their bodies growing and becoming well furred. Their voices were no longer comprehensible, coming out as only growls and roars. Their ears had curled into soft rounds atop thick heads covered in brown and golden fur. They had short muzzles full of sharp, angry looking teeth. They looked slightly confused, pulling at their manacles, making the post groan slightly. Astarion was worried they’d pull the entire barn down on top of them and quietly stepped out of the door, peering around it to continue watching them.

They calmed slightly when they discovered one another, chuffing and licking each other’s muzzles. The chuffing turned to growls as they licked and nibbled on one another, seeming growing more aroused. The golden werebear, who Astarion could only assume was Tav, began to shift slightly, sliding her manacled wrists up the post so she could seat herself in Halsin, the brown werebear’s, lap. “Dear Gods,” Astarion whispered to himself as they writhed against one another, a thick red cock slowly emerging from Halsin’s fur. Tav strained her thick neck to reach it with her long tongue, making Halsin roar with delight.

“Is everything alright?” Astarion head Shadowheart call from the house, the sky now quite dark.

He hid behind the door, hearing the werebears growl at the noise and waved her away. When he returned his gaze to them, Tav was riding Halsin at a furious pace, her thick, furry hips moving in a familiar way. As much as they had changed during the transformation, he still saw his wife and lover inside of the beasts, and found himself growing a little aroused at their feral lovemaking. Tav was as loud as ever, growling and roaring with each powerful thrust of her hips. Astarion began to gently rub himself, intently watching his bestial lovers going at it.

For Tav and Halsin, things seemed much different. They had each been confused after their transformations, finding themselves restrained and unable to recall how they gotten into this barn. Their last memories had been falling asleep in the woods with their beloved mate. “What’s happening?” Tav cried, struggling against the manacles, sniffing the air for any clues to her location.

“My heart, is that you?” Halsin peered around the post, seeing his beloved she-bear bound next to him.

“Halsin!” Tav roared, pressing her nose against him. “How did we get here?”

“I don’t know…it must be another eclipse…I…I’m so glad you’re still with me.”

“You’ll never be alone like this again,” she licked his face, nuzzling against him.

They kissed and nuzzled after their long separation, their ardor for one another quickly growing. “My beloved,” Tav panted, shifting around the post so she could straddle him. “I need you.”

“Come to me, my heart,” Halsin pulled at his manacles, trying to get free so he could ravage her.

She sunk against him, rubbing her sex against his and letting his musk fill the air. It only stirred them on further as his cock began to emerge, which she strained to lick hungrily. “Yes…my love…that feels so good,” Halsin whimpered, his jaw slavering to taste her. Before he could request to, they heard a distant shout, growling and turning in that direction. They could only see the empty barn around them, and soon resumed their lovemaking.

Tav lifted her hips slightly to mount his slick cock, eager to have him inside her. “Gods…you feel so good,” she cried, bouncing atop him with vigor.

“I need you more than anything,” he roared, straining against his manacles, finally snapping the chain between them and freeing his arms from the post. “I must taste you,” he lifted her hips off his cock for a moment, standing her up so he could nuzzle into her slick, hairy slit.

She roared loudly, straining against her own manacles to free herself. As she broke free, she pulled his face deeper into her cunt, demanding a climax from his tongue. He was more than happy to oblige his she-bear, licking up her sticky arousal with hunger. She dug her claws into the post as she came, leaving deep scratches in it. She ignored the quiet whimpers from beyond the barn door, focused only on her mate at the moment. She backed away from him, daring him to dominate her, letting out a challenging bellow. He crawled towards her, acting as if in supplication before pulling her down to the ground.

They wrestled and fought one another in a rough, but playful manner, their teeth gnashing into fur. Halsin eventually pinned her down from behind, mounting her again as she accepted her defeat with a hungry growl. “Fuck me like never before,” she moaned, digging her claws into the hard dirt floor. He obeyed his mate’s request, fucking her with such fury that she was scrabbling to keep her hands on the ground, digging deep into the dirt with each hard thrust. Through the musk of their lovemaking, she began to smell another scent, her eyes searching the barn for the source.

Astarion was quietly jerking off now, peeking through a crack in the door at his feral lovers primal fucking. They were wild and untamed, fighting one another for dominance. It was strangely beautiful to see them so unbothered by the rest of the world and solely focus on one another. “Shit!” Astarion tensed up when he caught the eerie purple eyes of Tav as Halsin fucked her hard from behind. He wasn’t sure if she could see him from the other side of the door, but she could certainly smell him. Her nostrils flared widely as Halsin continued to pound her, panting loudly. She began slowly edging towards him, pulling herself along with her claws. Halsin had been holding her back with his hands dug tightly into her hips. As he caught the familiar scent as well, he allowed her to move towards it, pushing them closer with each thrust.

Astarion had quietly shut and locked the door from the outside, hoping to keep them at bay once they’d freed themselves of their manacles. As they crept towards the door still tied in their amorous embrace, he found himself unable to run. He wasn’t sure if it was fear or lust that had frozen him in place, but he remained there as they reached the door. Tav clawed her hands up the door, sniffing through the wood to take in his scent. There was a hole in the door that she snaked her tongue through, desperately trying to taste the bead of pre-cum that lingered on Astarion’s cock. “Tav…is that you?” Astarion asked quietly, his cock held protectively in his hand. She made a low noise in her throat to indicate that it was, continuing to lick through the hole. “Are you trying to suck my cock?” He laughed, amused that even in this form, she was demanding of his cum.

She growled lowly, scratching desperately against her door. He slicked his hand over the dew of pre-cum, pressing his palm over the hole. She greedily licked it up, tickling his hand. “That’s my girl,” he laughed as she made a mournful noise, begging for more. “If I put my cock through this hole…are you going to be a good girl? Are you going to be gentle with me?”

She bellowed again, gently pawing the door. “What about Halsin?” He asked, peering through the crack to see him still fucking her, though agonizing slow. He growled in response, licking his lips.

“Dear Gods, the things I do for love,” he took in a deep breath, shifting to slip himself inside the hole. “Easy now,” he flinched as Tav licked him immediately, her tongue larger but still strangely familiar. “Oh fuck…even like this you are still amazing,” he moaned, sinking against the door as Halsin began to huff harder again. “That’s it…fuck her nice and hard for me,” he groaned, gripping tightly to the door.

Tav licked Astarion hungrily as Halsin fucked her, eager to come inside her and join her mouth at the door. “Ahhh…no teeth!” Astarion groaned as the feral pair reached their climax, bellowing loudly and leaving themselves panting for air. “Okay, a little teeth,” he grunted as he felt Halsin’s tongue join hers.

They worked in tandem to bring him to his own end, greedily licking up his cum as the eclipse waned and their forms began to shift back to their elven ones. Astarion opened the door and collapsed into the pile of sweat-drenched bodies, nuzzling against them.

“Mmmmm…Astarion? Is that you?” Tav murmured, beginning to come back to herself, but exhausted from the transformation and vigorous lovemaking.

“Hello, my she-bear,” he laughed, wondering if they ever remembered the last hour.

“Do I even want to know?” Shadowheart asked from beyond the door, the thick scent of sex creeping out of the barn.

“Probably not,” Astarion grinned, snuggling between his lovers.