#like... his long black hair and beautiful facial features and red eyes and fangs and towering evil aura

[casekt]

Just saw someone say they're glad that larian didn't make Cazador hot...... are you blind or just stupid?????????????

[phantasmagoriaoriginals]

Here There be Monsters: Creature Basic Intros (Part 3)

Ichabod

Capran, any pronouns.

A friendly Creature whose species is widely known for enjoying tricks, humor, and wild company. Ichabod is even friendlier than the average Capran— anyone who treats him kindly can expect a close companion for as long as they'll allow him to stay.

His mind works quickly enough to run in circles more often than not. The bizarre things that come out of his mouth are usually hilarious, but it's impossible to understand what he's thinking. He's adaptable, good-natured, and eternally trusting of anyone he decides is "good". With a fondness for human culture (especially media), he's determined to adapt to "society" and make friends.

5'5. Surprisingly stocky build for his height, though he never seems to put on weight no matter how much he eats. Thick, ginger-blond hair that fights any comb, gauges in his ears, and a wild spattering of freckles over his skin. Yellow eyes with a goat's signature square pupils, and thicker body hair than a human.

Filch

Goblin, he/him.

The definition of a remorseless troublemaker, his uncanny skill for knowing exactly how to get under people's skin is truly loathed. He's capable of invisibility, shapeshifting, and intuition, but only uses his skills to cause problems for those around him.

Filch is the kind of disrespectful and careless that makes enemies at every turn. He lives for entertainment, but his annoyance-based sense of humor turns that simple goal into a constant problem. He has a habit of stealing, not out of greed, but purely for the sake of the problems his theft will cause. Forever living in the moment, he's both easy to please and immaturely reckless.

4'11. His teenage-like appearance is far from his true self, but Filch's dark, greasy hair, dull eyes, and taunting smirk fit the part well. His pointed, oversized ears and sharp teeth are more unusual, though, and the rasp in his voice doesn't fit his surprisingly youthful face. Somehow, he always seems dirty.

Mithri

Naga, they/them.

Their species, the Anatolian Naga, has venom that can supposedly be transformed into a cure-all antidote. Unfortunately, they tend to be exceedingly prideful and uninterested in human well-being. Supposedly, they have supernatural intuition for medicine as well.

Mithri is the kind of self-centered person who believes that they can do no wrong. They have the utmost confidence in their own abilities, and take every perceived slight against them as a mortal sin. They're vindictive and quick to lash out at others, but their ego doesn't make up for the terrible luck that follows them.

6'0. Tall, slender, and graceful, with the kind of lean muscle that contains far more strength than it looks. Brown skin, copper eyes with slit pupils, pointed ears, prominent canine fangs, and hip-length aqua hair often worn in complex up-dos. Their face is almost inhumanly beautiful, but their expressions are mean.

Senka

Shadow Beast, any pronouns.

A shapeshifting Creature known for its unmatched speed, and often associated with children, dark nights, and sudden visions. Though Senka's species usually hides in the shadows, when one bonds to a human, they're protective and fiercely loyal.

Their silent stare comes off as intimidating, but in reality, Senka is more impassive than volatile. An observer who prefers not to get involved with complicated problems, they follow orders with frightening efficiency and seemingly no thoughts of their own. However, they can be surprisingly patient with children and younger Creatures— especially those who can do the talking.

5'10. Dark skin, void-black hair, and piercing red eyes that glow with an unnatural light. Their exact appearance is difficult to precisely pin down— even their facial features fade from memory once you stop looking at them. Athletic, muscular body, sharp teeth, and a creeping darkness that follows their steps.

Eberhardt

Dire Boar, he/him.

His species was commonly hunted by humans throughout the Middle Ages— their strength and aggression made them a valuable trophy prize for the wealthy. Due to living in isolation, he has a highly outdated idea of how human society now functions.

Outwardly, Eberhardt comes across as a reserved, relatively polite man who speaks little and follows orders well. Though he's exceedingly loyal if he respects someone, most people are met with stony disdain. He has a strong dislike of certain humans (especially hunters) and a bad habit of getting a bit carried away when using his strength. His brutality is truly outstanding.

6'2. Impressive in both stature and build, with the aura of a battle-hardened knight. His hair is sandy brown, his one remaining eye is a deeper, warmer shade of the same, and he has a variety of prominent scars scattered across his face and body. Though he's technically rather handsome, his expressions are far too cold.

[bruhstories]

Personal Demon

Summary: Because of a mistake, you're assigned a devil instead of an angel. Pairing: Demon!Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader Warnings & Conent: oh boy, here we go - language, mentions of suicide, mentions of self harm, mentions of rape, fingering, unprotexted sex, alcohol consumption, mentions of drug abuse, mentions of reader in an asylum, sliiiiight dumbification of reader, slight corruption of reader, Eren's a little shit Word Count: 3.9 k

A/N: So I wrote this in, like, 3-4 days because I felt like it's pretty bad but not bad enough not to post it. I hope you still enjoy it, though!

You always felt it — breathing in your nape, moving in the corner of your room at night, whispering things you shouldn't dare think about. Your own personal demon. Most of the time you did a good job at ignoring it. Most of the time you abused substances to make it go away, at least for a minute. With the puff of weed or a bottle of alcohol, it stayed away, only watching from afar and never involving itself with you. Most of the time.

Keys clung in your hands, door shutting behind as you walked into your apartment, fingers wrapped around your grocery bags. Yet another night of drinking the voice away.

"Not today, Satan." You hummed, popping open a bottle of gin, nose scrunching at the bitter taste.

"I keep telling you, the easiest way to get rid of me would be to kill yourself." It spoke, this time outside of your head.

"And I keep telling you to stay the fuck away from me." You growled back.

"We both know that's not possible."

Another sip and you put the bottle down, hands digging inside the bag for a snack.

"You're gonna need something stronger than that."

There it was, the bar of chocolate you so eagerly starved for. The TV suddenly turned on. It was craving entertainment.

"Anything unusual happened today?"

No, it was craving attention and you were not about to give it any. You put the groceries inside the fridge and grabbed the bottle, plopping on the couch.

"How long are you going to pretend I'm not here?"

"As long as I need." You snapped back, eyes glued to the TV.

"Well, that didn't last long." It laughed. "Come on, Y/N, we've been together for, what, 24 years?"

"Can you just shut up? Disappear? Crawl back to Hell?"

"Nope. Waaaaait, I know why you've got your panties in a twist. It's because that Jean guy you like hooked up with Mikasa, right?"

It was impossible to deal with. Every single second, it was there. Since you've been born, it was there, always watching, always following you, always. You tried to go to a priest, a monk, anything, but nothing helped. The angel that was supposed to guide you happened to be a demon and there was nothing you could do about it. But you were not going to give it the satisfaction of ending your pathetic life, no matter how much you wanted to, because despite being a demon, it still had to keep you alive until your time came. It, however, did like to push you over the edge, push you until you grabbed a knife and slit your wrists, only for the knife to get shoved by some invisible force before you could finish the job. It tormented you and it loved it.

"I told you, not today, Satan."

"Ugh, my name's-"

"I don't care." Your head snapped into the direction of the voice, only to be met with a wall. "Let's face it, we shouldn't have been in this situation, so why don't you shut your mouth up and let me get on with my life?"

"What life?" It laughed and you could already picture the sneer on its face, flashing you fangs and a forked tongue. "That's not even what I look like."

"Get out of my head!" You screamed before grabbing the bottle and emptying half of its contents.

"Careful, Y/N, the neighbours might call the police and you don't want to end up like last time, do you?"

Last time... you were but a child, throwing plates at the wall only to make it stop talking when your parents admitted you to an asylum. You had to live with it for half a year before they let you out.

"Please, please stay out of my head." Tears pooled at your eyes as you clutched the bottle at your chest.

"Now why would I stay out when it's just so much fun in you?"

"God, I hate you so much!"

"Me or beardy up there? I couldn't quite get it." It laughed again, laughing at your damn misery as you got up from the couch and left the apartment.

The alcohol already made its way to your brain when you reached the ground floor of the building. Rain poured outside but you didn't care, you just ran as far away from it as possible and for the first time in years, it didn't follow you. Grateful and content, you slowed down, admiring the beauty of the city which you ignored because of the voice inside of your head. The smell of rain, the colourful buildings, the empty streets, everything felt new and refreshing, and you took it all in. Time seemed to slow down without itconstantly nagging in the back of your mind and you realised you were pretty far away from your home, an area unknown to you. Still, you knew how to get back, you hoped, but when you turned around, a man pushed you into an alleyway.

"Satan?" You whispered, dizzy from the lingering gin and smell of rain. The man pinned you to a wall and finally you were beginning to realise what was happening.

"Call me whatever you want, baby, just keep that pretty voice down." His hand moved up your thigh and panic seeped through your veins. "We don't want to draw any attention, now, do we?" He kissed your neck and you froze on the spot, eyes widening in fear and body shivering.

"L-let go of me!" You managed, the alcohol numbing your arms, rendering you unable to push the stranger away.

"Shhh, don't fight it." The man squeezed your arms, his fingers bruising the soft skin. Anger, sadness and pain coiled together in your chest and you couldn't breathe anymore. Oh, how you wished you never left your flat, how you wished you stayed back and listened to itconstantly yapping, like a maggot crawling into your brain. "Aren't you a pretty one?" He cooed, his hand travelling lower, lower, to the point where tears started rolling down your cheeks, mixing with the snot and rain on your face.

And then it happened — in the blink of an eye, your assailant was thrown against the other wall by the too familiar invisible force as you sank to the ground, eyes puffy and red, legs trembling.

"The fuck? What are you?" The man hissed at you, his hands holding his abdomen.

"I'm the devil." It spoke, voice inhuman and perilous, and you could only sneer at him. For the first time you were happy it was there. Sick, twisted thoughts invaded your mind and you wanted to watch him suffer, and itknew. It knew, because the devil was always in your head.

"You crazy bitch!" The assailant, now helpless and overpowered, did not know about your own personal demon, and he tried to get up, tried to leap forward at you and strangle the last bit of air out of your lungs, but he couldn't. Somethingwas holding him back.

"You want him dead?" It asked, but you know the devil took more pleasure in inflicting pain rather than swiftly killing.

"No." You grinned, eyes dark and dangerous. "I want him to suffer."

"That's my girl."

Blood-curling screams echoed in the alleyway. You didn't know what it was doing to him, but you knew for a fact that you were enjoying the sounds that came out of your attacker. His wrists contorted in a way you didn't think was possible, and the melody of broken bones reminded you that what was happening was wrong. For a moment, your brain was rational, telling you that it should stop, that you should both just leave and forget this ever happened. But... it also felt good, it felt like you've just been reborn, discovering a deeply buried part of you that ached to be exposed. Then, his legs twisted and the man winced in pain, so much pain, and your heart fluttered in your chest.

"More?" It asked and you nodded.

"More."

His arms looped, like a deformed puppet loosely strung, and it made him dance in the rain until his body gave up from fatigue.

"Aw, I was really hoping he'd be a feisty one." It mused, and you also clicked your tongue in disappointment. Before you left, you gave your assailant a good kick in the stomach, your boot stomping on his face with so much anger and force that what remained was unrecognisable.

Wet clothes piled on the floor, you wrapped your naked body in a blanket to warm yourself up. What just happened? What did you do? Why did you allow it to happen and more importantly, why did you love every minute of it? The questions jogged in your fuzzy brain, as you slowly sobered up.

"Why did I enjoy it, Satan?" You asked, lips quivering.

"I told you, my name's not Satan, it's-"

"Eren, I know. I remember." You could feel it quirk a brow, surprised and impressed by its name rolling down your tongue so naturally. "Why did I enjoy it? It's wrong and disgusting."

"Do you remember what happens when you say my name?" It sounded almost concerned.

"You physically manifest, I know. Now answer my fuckingquestion."

"What do you want me to say?" Itasked, fragments of muscle, skin and silk pulling together from thin air. First, its legs. Then, its upper body, draped in a charcoal-black robe. "That you're as sadistic as I am? Maybe it wasn't a mistake that you have a demon, not an angel." And finally, its face materialised in front of you — long dark brown hair falling down his shoulders and eyes so green, it felt like a forest was in them. It looked almost human, the hooked nose, the elongated ears, the deeply sunken emeralds and jagged mouth betraying its true nature.

"I thought you'd have fangs." Was your only response at the scene unfolding in front of you, blanket clutched at your chest. Any normal person would shudder at the demonic sight of Eren appearing in front of them, but to you, it felt comforting to finally assign a face to the voice you so desperately tried to ignore.

"And I thought you wanted to get rid of me." It scoffed, its facial features changing, becoming softer and resembling a human man, but those eyes didn't change an ounce.

"I don't know what I want anymore. If it weren't for you, I would've been raped and dead, probably."

"Just embrace it, Y/N. Just let go of that annoying voice in your head that tells you it's wrong." He encouraged. "There's no such thing as good or bad, right or wrong. It's just surviving, adapting or dying."

Eren looked unbelievably human and incredibly handsome in the dim light of your living room lamp. Maybe it was the alcohol that hasn't left your body yet, or maybe it was the fact that he saved you, again, but the truth was that the devil in your house was making you feel something you couldn't even feel for Jean — and you thought you were in love with Jean.

"Alright, let's pretend for a moment that I give into temptation." Your eyes found his and you felt hypnotised, the rational part of your brain slowly overshadowed by your instincts and feelings. "What then? Do you leave me alone? Do you go back to hell? Do Igo to hell?"

"Oh, I wouldn't call it hell. More like a demonic paradise." He shrugged, eyes bored and blank, devout of any emotion. You leaned forward trying to search for something in his darkened orbs.

"Why are you being nice to me? You're supposed to save me from death, not rape."

He clicked his tongue, your question drilling into his brain, repeating itself over and over again. Why did he save you? It's not like he cared, he only did his job, right? Right?

Wrong.

The demon you grew up with, the demon who tormented you, the demon who tried so desperately to ruin your life did, in fact, give two shits about you and your pathetic existence. Just not in the way you thought.

"Let's just say no one gets to touch you but me." Eren closed the gap between you two, his nose almost grazing over yours. He was absolutely intoxicating and you always fought with the constant need to let him control you. After all, he was always with you, he saw you hit your lowest points, he saw the best of you, he saw your naked body, he saw everything, ergo you were his. Your head quickly turned to the side before you leaned back, exhaustion written all over your face as Eren clicked his tongue. The thing about demons was that they couldn't physically interfere without their human's consent, only using invisible force to stop you from dying and he was just so close.

"Ah, but you can't touch me, though." You trailed off, brow quirked at his narrowed eyes. You've done your homework, you knew what he needed, but still, that side of you tried to prevail over the side that craved his touch.

"Yet." Eren snapped back before your drifted to sleep.

Once again you dreamt of it him, his cock buried deep inside your needy cunt as you screamed his name over and over again while you came undone. When you jolted up from your sleep, he was there, watching you, like a predator stalking its prey. Normally he wouldn't be there, but since you called his name, Eren was glaring down at your helpless body, famished for something only you could give him.

"What's the time?" You groaned, fingers rubbing your eyelids.

"Three in the morning." He answered, eyes glued to you. "Bad dream?" The demon sneered. You knew he'd been in your head again, you knew those dreams existed for a reason.

"They wouldn't be bad if you'd just stay the fuck out of my mind." You hummed with a fake smile.

"Alright then, look me in the eye and tell me, reallytell me you want me to leave you alone." But you couldn't and he knew it. "Stop fighting it, Y/N. For two decades you kept trying. Maybe you should stop being stubborn and just give in." Eren shrugged, his voice tempting and you only wondered if that's how Eve felt when the snake tempted her. You weren't a Christian by any means, but you knew the story well enough to figure out the consequences.

"I have work tomorrow. Please let me sleep." You got up from the couch, blanket wrapped around your shoulders.

And that's when Eren reached his limits. He followed you into your bedroom, something knocking the wind out of you as you fell on the mattress. Somethingpulling the blanket off of you. Somethingtravelling down your arms, goosebumps dotting your skin as he stood in the doorway.

"I can't touch you, but I can do so many things to you." He inched closer, his figure imposing and dangerous and you could feel your core burning. "I can smell your arousal, Y/N. I know you want it. You just have to say it." Eren demanded and you hated that he was right. Slowly but surely, the battle in your heart and mind was coming to an end the more he got closer to the bed. "Say it."

You whined and writhed in pain and pleasure, and in the blink of an eye your life flashed before your eyes as you came to the conclusion that you've tried so hard to stay away from the demon, but either he was too persistent, or you were too weak. Or you just simply wanted him to ravage you and you were okay with that. Your hands stopped moving, your body stopped fighting.

"Do it..." You half-begged, judgement clouded, vision blurry. "Please, do it! Touch me, break me, fuck me, please! I need you, need to feel you..."

Like some sort of spell had just been lifted, Eren felt relieved. The sight of your sprawled body, combined with the lustful look in your lidded eyes only fed his hunger and he was famished. Calloused fingertips grazed over your knees, up your thighs, sending chills down your spine as you arched your back, pulling the demon closer to your face.

"Kiss me?" You asked, voice sweet and needy and he crushed his lips onto yours. They were surprisingly soft, tasting of whiskey and honey and the flavour lingered on your lips after he pulled away. Your body quivered under his touch, yearning for more, hands tugging at his silken robe to expose the chiselled chest. Eren pressed his forehead onto yours, hot breath tickling your cheeks.

"I'm going to ruin you, Y/N." He dug his teeth into your shoulder, the imprint burning into your skin, all the pent-up frustration slowly being released with each movement. He dragged one hand over your breasts before settling on one nipple, fingers pinching it to earn a reaction out of you. A whimper escaped from your lips as you pushed your chest upwards, wanting him closer than the laws of physics would allow. Your slender hands tangled in his locks as Eren left a trail of purple marks and bites all over your neck and shoulder.

"Fill me up, please..."

"Patience." He mused. "I've waited so many years for this, you can wait a few more minutes." Head buried between your tits, his hand travelled lower until it found your wet cunt. Fingers grazed over your folds before he drove his index into your soaked pussy and that's when you knew just how much you craved him. Your silken walls clenched around his curled-up finger and your neediness made him add another one, moans drilling through his eardrums, into his brain. "Fuck, you're so wet..." Eren hummed, vibrations tickling your skin. You couldn't form a coherent sentence even if your life counted on it. All you could think about was that if his fingers stretched you, his cock would tear your cunt apart — and you reallywanted to feel that. Fingernails dug into his back and he hissed, his tongue flicking your nipple and all the build-up was too much for you.

"Eren, please..." You mewled, your chest rising and falling with each breath, with each touch, each lick.

"You want me to fuck you? Want me to tear you apart?" The demon growled. His sudden change in tone only further added fuel to the fire inside your core and you eagerly nodded.

"Yes, God — yes! But Eren, I want to see you, not this pretty face you put on." You pleaded, eyes teary and demanding.

"No." He simply answered and that instantly made you jolt up, forcefully pushing him off of you.

"Are you trying to screw with my mind again? You've literally been with me for 24 years!" You shouted, and even Eren was slightly confused. "You tormented me for two decades, put me in an asylum, constantly stopped me from killing myself and now I can't even see the real you?" You threw your hands at him and he caught your wrists with ease. "You owe me at least that, Satan." Tears freely rolled down your face and you could feel his hot tongue lick the salty drops from your cheek. Your pain was his pleasure, he was a demon after all, the embodiment of all evil, but he decided you were corruptedenough to at least see his true colours, which you only managed to glance at.

"You're right, Y/N," Eren kissed your forehead and you couldn't even notice the manipulative hints in his voice, "you deserve at least this." He pulled back, and slowly his face distorted, allowing you to look at his disfigured mouth, elongated ears and abnormally long tongue.

"Thank you, thank you!" You beamed with bright eyes.

The woman who battled her demon? Gone.

In her place stood only a shell of a person, whose sole purpose was to get fucked by the demon in front of her. You feverishly parted his lips with your tongue, touch-starved and desperate, and Eren threw you onto the bed, robe pooled on the floor. And you were right, his cock wouldtear you apart by the looks of it. Before he could do anything, you spread your legs for him, like a good little slut, mouth agape and nothing but lust in your eyes. The sneer on his face was unlike anything you've seen before, and it both terrified and aroused you.

"Eager to please, aren't you?" He climbed onto the bed, the velvety tip of his cock barely touching your wet slit.

"I'm begging you, Eren, please fuck me!"

The demon scoffed at your pathetic words, but he couldn't deny how much he loved to hear your needy voice. You wouldn't have to know that, of course. He ever so slowly pushed the tip in between your folds, your cunt greedily taking it all in while you whimpered at the foreign sensation.

"Shhh," Eren cooed at you mockingly, "you love it, don't you?"

"Y-yes, please, d-deeper..."

Was it really you speaking or was this another one of his demonic tricks? And more importantly, did it even matter that he made you say those things when his cock felt just so good inside of you? Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to you as Eren thrusts became harder. Your tits bounced with every move, pleasure engulfing both of you and you never knew demons fucked so raw.

"Fuck, you're so tight." He hissed into your ear, the compliment only making you clench your walls around his impossibly hard cock. "Such a good girl." Eren praised you, knowing perfectly well how much you lacked appreciation from your parents, knowing perfectly well how your childhood traumas and frustration only aided him. He was your demon, after all. When your only response was to roll your eyes at the back of your head like a possessed woman, Eren picked up the pace, his abnormal tongue licking at your collarbone.

"D-do you l-like it?" You asked, concerned that he might not be satisfied with you. He wouldn't be fucking you so hard if he didn't, but you were so brainwashed that nothing made sense anymore.

"I do, doll, now be a good whore and rub that clit, will you?" The demon urged and with a shaky hand you complied, the friction mixed with his thrusts sending you into a frenzy. You were close and he knew it.

"Oh, f-fuck! Eren!"

His cock hit that sweet spot and you were done for, your legs loosened around his waist, falling onto the bed, but he kept on fucking you.

"My turn." Eren growled, his hands lifting your hips like you were some sort of ragdoll between his fingers. Your vision blurred, every word you tried to utter lost in your throat the more he buried himself into you, yet somehow you still managed to clench your walls. With one final thrust you felt him spill his hot seed, cum dripping out of your sore cunt as he pulled out.

Eren plopped next to you and you curled up in a ball, head on his chest. You were craving his attention, his care, but he responded by bringing his hands behind his head, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. He wanted to hold you tightly, he wanted to pet your head, but he couldn’t. And you were alright with that, because you knew that, no matter what, you would always have your own personal demon at your side.

[mitamicah]

Spoilers from both Trollhunters the book and Trollhunters the series!

While reading the book I was really impressed with how many differences there were between the character so I have worked on giving my take on six characters from both media, book vs series, and how they differ from each other :3 

I should mention that while there was illustrations in the book I tried for the challenge not to copy those but follow along the describtions in the book - when possible - to give my own interpretation of the characters ^v^ 

Steve

First up we have Steve. Starting out as the stereotypical bully in both version their paths seperates quickly resulting in two different ending for the musuclar blond Jorgensen-Warner is the book version of Steve. Here's how he is described from our first encounter with him: "He was handsome but in the oddest way- He eyes were too small and his nose piggish: he had a ridiculous amount of hair and a couple of teeth that looked like fangs. Yet somehow in combination these features were sort of mesmerising. His unnatural muscular bulk and odd way of speaking -crisply, politely, as if he were a foreign student who had learned English in class - completed the strange package." page 21-22 For his outfit I went with the description of him on page 224 "[my clothes] ... didn't cast me in the best light when compared to Steve Jorgensen-Warner, who looked rather rakish in blue jeans and a shirt - definitely not a blouse - opened to the third button. He dribbled the ball casually with his left hand." The bold passages is added by me   This Steve is later revealed to be a changeling aka a troll   Before we go on: can any of you explain to me what a "ridiculous amount of hair" even means :'D? I had a lot of trouble with this prompt because isn't this so darn subjective :'D? and the official art look way less ridiculous than I'd figure it'll be :'D x'D Palchuk is the series version of Steve. His facial appearance being way less specific (I'd say he has normal sized eyes, a big roman nose and some more or less normal teeth) and his way of speaking is definitely not polite. Like book Steve, this Steve starts out with pushing smaller guys into lockerrooms yet after that he becomes way less of a terrifying bully and much more of a silly goose who brings a lot of the comic relief in my opinion Douxie says it best in Wizards when he calls Steve the "village idiot" x'D I do not recall seeing Steve being that sporty in the show, he is much more interested in becoming homecoming king  no basketballs around x'D While book Steve is revealed to be the enemy (a troll) series Steve joins the "good guys" creating the creepslayerz with the character Eli Pepperjack

Blinky

Blinky is just called Blinky in the book  Here's a bit of description of him "The third [troll] had scarlet eyes, eight of them on long stems. (...) The thing from my house glided toward me with a surprising grace for something with an indetermined number of legs, all of which were hidden behind a patched kilt scaled with layers of medals, prizes and trophies and award ribbons. An incalculable tangle of tentacles twined around one another as if dying to squeese something to death. As it passed the oven, the firelight revealed olive-green skin, reptilian texture, and lacquer of slime lubricating its undulating appendages Its moth a horizontal gash.. " The bold passages is added by me   So yeah this Blinky is quite something :'D I stopped caring to draw tentacles after a while but overall this was silly but fun to draw  since his teeth later is described as big as traffic cones I believe he must be very tall :'D Also he's close to blind   Has a bit of a dirty mouth but in a very "read" way if it makes sense :'D cannot seem to stop calling Jim dimwitted and tiny and Tobias big :'D Blinky's full name in the series is Blinkus Galadrigal  he has six eyes instead of eight and they are all working just fine, thank you very much x'D His tons of tentacles and legs has been replaced by four arms and two legs and while he is still olive-green he is now made of tone like texture just like the other trolls  the kilt turned into shorts and he is quite a bit smaller now not even as tall as Jim  He still has this very academic way of speaking yet he is way nicer to Jim calling him "Master Jim" instead of "the short one" x'D

ARRRGH!!!

Book ARRGHHH!!!s full name is Johannah Mmmm ARRRGH!!! and she is a pretty big deal warrior among the trolls in the book - she's so badass in fact Blinky has decided to call her by her last name to honor her for her deeds for trollkind   Here's a qoute from the book describing her appearance   "The goliath emerged from the tunnel as comfortably as a dog from a doghouse, coarse black fur pouring into the chamber before I could make out any actual arms or legs (...) Even beneath the fur I could see loops of muscles flexing. (...) ARRRGH!!! was built like a gorilla but three times larger: Two arms, two legs, and, thankfully, just two eyes. Horns, curled like those of a ram (...) The thing's orange eyes cast about with animal perceptiveness, and it used its snout and sniffed. Its jaws fell open to reveal a purple, slavering mouth armed with haphazard daggers of teeth." Page 75-76 The bold passages is added by me   (Also worth mentioning: the qoute is from before the protagonist knows of ARRRGH!!!'s gender which is why he calls her an 'it') At other times in the story we learn that ARRRGH! has quite scarred arms and really wishes for better tooth hygeine; so much so that Tobias actually end up making her a brace out of chicken wire :'D Idk I find it quite adorable :'D Now unto the serie's ARRRGH!!! - first up he is male, his name is Arghaumont and he is famous for another reason than Johannah: he was a general of Gunmar but retreated from the war making him a traitor to his people yet a hero for the good trolls in the series. Series ARRRGH!!! is likewise built like a gorilla but made of stone and having a mane long and green like it is moss  his horns is way smaller and less curvy and his teeth hygeine is never brought up  also his face is way less dog like x'D 

Tobias 

Book Tobias' full name is Tobias M. Dershowitz yet he is going by 'Tubby' or 'Tub'. Here is a describtion of him from the book: "You could call Tobias Dershowitz chubby, if you were being cute, or husky if you were being diplomatic. The fact is he was fat, and that was only the beginning of his problems. His hair was a thick, orange, out-of-control hedge. His face spilled over with the kind of freckles that make kids like Tub look like overgrown toddlers. Worst of all were his braces, marvels of modern torment: whips of stainless steel crisscrossing each tooth seperately and lashed to a dozen silver fasteners. The braces clicked so much when he spoke, you expected sparks. At least he was tall..." page 27 The bold passages is added by me   The outfit I went with is described on page 259 like this: "He stood in the driveway decked out in his best approximation of a ninja: black tennis shoes, black sweatpants, a black hoodie, a belt made from a red curtain sash, and an oversize fanny pack holding his gear (...) It was unfortunate that the fanny pack was lime green..." To describe Tub is a bit difficult because sadly he is not much in the story as I'd liked - mostly he is being quite serious and let us know he is not happy by being sidelined not speaking troll nor being invited on hunts which I completely understand tbh :'D What I do find interesting is how Tub and series Jim has seem to have switched roles a little bit: In the series Jim is the one giving a speech about how he is insecure about his place in life and how he wants more - in the book this is Tub in more than one occassion: "We have to accept who we are. And before you ask, I'll tell you. We're nobody. We have no life. We have nothing to look forward to. We're not special. I just want it to go away. All of it. The stupid being scared. Doesn't it seem we've been scared forever?" page 37 "Jim, you're wrong. We were meant to do this. This is exactly what we've been waiting for. They've chosen us. Of all people! Us! (...) Jesus, Jim, take a look at my life! You know what I'm worth! To anyone? Zero! Nothing! I'm a fat loser and will always be a fat loser. Until this. This is like a present. Full of, man, I don't know. Hope?..." page 196 (talking about trollhunting here btw) Oh yeah and book Tobias gets this badass scene where he uses his dentist's tool to kill trolls I loved that   Now series Tobias is way different :'D first up his name is Tobias Domzalski and his nicknames are Toby and Tobes. He is way shorter and has more neat hair (what is it with the series neating up the hair :'D? x'D). He also seems way cheerier and pretty happy with his place in life more or less  Unlike Tub, Toby is in it from the start being an important player in the story   He doesn't have the same drive to be something more than he is as Tub has instead Toby is going with the flow starting out quite afraid of everything troll and ended up being as brave as the rest of the team *tbh Jim's scared out of his wits too so they mimic each other x'D* Where Tub has dentist tools Toby gets a badass hammer so I'll say its an upgrade  

Claire

First off we have Claire Fontaine, a foreign student from no other than Scotland with a taste for military clothing and liqourice   Here's how she's described in the book   "She tucked her long dark hair behind her ear and left ir with an adorable smudge of white dust. I thought she was beautiful, though she wasn't in the classic sense. The popular girl would say she wasn't skinny enough. They would also point to the fact that she didn't wear makeup or do anything to tame that hair. And her clothes -well, what could be said about her clothes? Her boots were not sexy and knee-high: in fact, they were ankle-high and rubber-soled and looked picked from military surplus racks, an array of pea-green coats and multi-coloured slacks, all of which looked as if they'd been through actual World War II combat. And that beret she wore before and after school wasn't of the look-at-me-I'm Frensh variety: it was more in the style of I'm-going-to-invade-your-country-and-be-your-new-dictator. Only one thing didn't make sense: that bright pink, exceedingly girlish backpack that inexplicably hadn't one anti-establidh patch sewn onto it (...) Oh, I forgot to mention that Claire Fontain came from the UK. That's right- the girl had an accent. I think you are starting to get the picture." page 30-1 The bold passages is added by me It is hinted at that Claire is quite tall and a great deal taller than Jim (more when I get to him) and she is actually a whole year older than Jim since they both have birthday May 2 but Claire is 16 while Jim is 15  Since Trollhunters in this story is not a "protected title" (aka the chosen hero type) Claire ends up being one herself even though nobody even herself didn't know: AND. SHE. KICKS. BUTT! She's even better than the guy that had 40+ years experience so yeah safe to say she's badass :'D Even before that she has a hilarious scene calling out Steve in the wildest shitstorm of Scottish slang I lived for it x'D She's described quite a few times with lots of bracelets, sometimes made of wire so I gave her a bit of both   She's not really a part of the popular group but has her own thing going on   Now onto Claire Nuñez the series' version of this badass   Here Claire is hispanic and pretty much one of the most popular girls seen around  her style is way more ... I've called it punk rock in purple but Idk exactly what to call it x'D she's shorter than Jim and slimmer looking than her book counterpart   She enters the story not as a trollhunter but as a victim of having her brother stolen by changelings and as time progresses she becomes a fastlearning and quite competent sorcerer dealing in shadow magic   Unlike Fontaine, Nuñes is seen wearing make up, shorter hair with dye in it and hair clips instead of bracelets  

Jim 

First up we have book Jim. His full name is James Sturges Jr. and lives with his single parent, his dad, after his mother went away the day before his birthday in start May and never returned. Sturges Sr. had been traumatized loosing his brother to trolls although none of the characters didn't know this yet - only Senior had seen the creatures making him paranoid and in turn making Jim very embarrased about his father. At the same time Jim seems to honestly worry for his father and his behavior too makes Jim very cautious and fearful a character. Book Jim is pretty much a typical teenager for the most part  He is seen to be a tad clumsy and not exactly brave really. And the author's choice of basically not describing him anywhere made my job way harder trying to be book accurate :'D So I've mostly inspired him of the official illustrations in the book   Here's what I could find about our little trollhunter   First off: he's a short fellow  that is first mentioned on page 14; "Sunshine is important for growing boys." (...) "I am not growing" I took after my dad when it came to size and was still waiting for that growth spurt everyone kept raving about. "In fact I think I'm shrinking." This is brought up most of everything Jim through the movie from him not being able to reach a point of a chalkboard (page 32) to people's dissapointing sighs taking meassurements when he is chosen as Romeo (107) and him wearing super high heels for the same reason (224) but also Blinky directly calling him a "little fellow" (page 127) On page 27 we learn that he is getting a bruise on his chin after being slammed into his locker by Steve  Lockers he has been thrown into enough to have learned to open them on the inside :'D He is a skinny fella which Tobias so politely call "lack of muscletone" due to "glandular" at page 120 He is not very good at anything describing his room full of stuff from hobbies he tried and failed at (page 63) The longest describtion about his appearance is probably page 105: "I lowered my eyes and regarded the chewed, dirty fingernails holding my script, thes scuffed shoes on my feet, and realized that these were the symbols of my pityful life: worn-out, insignificant, ready to be thrown beneath Dad's industrial mower" It pretty much says it all when this is the longest quite I could find :'D For the outfit I mostly went by the small describtion on page 89-90: "I tucked the medallion beneath my shirt. After a full day of wearing it, maybe the rest of the suffocating fear would go away too. My plan was to dart into the kitchen, grab my sweatshirt and be out of the house. " I added jeans since he is said to wear jeans on page 283 - the medallion sneak out beneath the sweatshirt/shirt on page 97 which is why I added it on top here as well   Now since there's a bit more to both versions of Jim due to their role as the protagonist I've added in a little extra features here being the medallion in the book vs the amulet in the series and the weaponry given to the characters   For Sturges we have the medallion who's described like this: "It was a bronze medallion conntected to a rusty chain. It was engraved with a foreboding crest: a hideous, snarling face; indecipherable markings of a sevage language, and a magnificent long-sword across the bottom." page 9 The medallion is treated like it is a common artefact if a bit rare in the book - its purpose is to translate trollspeak for the wearer. Jim is giving two swords in the book; a rusty longsword he calls Clairesword (do I need to explain this one?) and a cutlass he calls Cat #6 after the one cat at Tobias' house that liked Jim  x'D For Sturges' personality my feeling about him is that he is a bit more ... passive than his series counterpart. He is not really standing up for himself that much and would rather blend into the background. This qoute from Claire sums him up pretty nicely I believe   "You're a good person, Mr. Sturges. A bit gloomy, but good" page 246 I do like that Jim in this version is a Taurus  (I am a taurus too x'D) born on May 2nd so that's a plus   It is probably also worth mentioning that in this world trollhunters aren't a chosen hero type like in the series: trollhunters or paladin was once a title held by many warriors yet now there's very few left. Sturges was a proud paladin family making Jim a chosen candidate for the honor of becoming a trollhunter but he is not the only one - or even the best - in the book. In fact out of the three trollhunters we learn about I'll say Jim is the weakest (and he is not even the least trained; ouch :'D) Jim doesn't get a nice armour like his series counterpart either but is seen in the illustrations wearing a blue hoodie (like the one in the little doodle)   The full name of Jim in the series is James Lake Jr. He is the child of a single parent and lives with his mother whom Jim "mothers a lot" (Tobias' words in the first episode) This Jim is pretty "tall for his age" (Jim's own words uttered quite a few times across all three series) yet with quite skinny legs (he is called out for this by multiple characters). He is much more competent in life than his book counterpart being an exceptional cook, good at Spanish, seemingly alright in PE and at school he seems to stand pretty good if only holding himself back. Unlike book Jim, series Jim seems much more active and longing to be something more than he is - he is seen to be quite brave and protective of his friends, very kind and selfless. Also even from the start he seems much more nimble than his book counterpart being able to climb the robe (a feat book Jim didn't do before later) and with his training as trollhunter he becomes even more badass   Trollhunter status in the series is way more important since the title is given to only one chosen warrior of Merlin chosen by the amulet of daylight (the medallion in the book). This also makes the amulet way more special and important in the series which probably explains its shine up from rusty bronze thing to silver and blue. While Lake Jr doesn't have named sword he does have a magical armour and sword made of daylight   We do not know the exact birthday of Lake Jr but the creators have replied to a fanquestion saying it would be around fall especially October so by that estimate Jim is probably a scorpio  pretty far from the before mentioned taurus in the book   While Jim Lake Jr isn't seen with long lasting bruises in the original series he does get two more permanent scars in Wizards  

[marchioness-caprina]

The Vampire And The Hawk

Pairings : Hawks x Student! Reader

Writing Style : 3rd Person

Warning : Age Gap, Mild Cussing

Word Count : 2642

Note : In this Oneshot Dabi is Not a Villain since Endeavor is a Good Father in this AU and in this AU Hawks is adopted by the Todoroki Family so he's pretty much Endeavor's son now.

Note : Bare with Me. Your Quirk is Vampirism, So you have Midnight black hair and Crimson Red eyes on this Oneshot.

3rd Person's POV

It All started with a Mentoring Trial with Class 1-A . Everyone was hyped to know That The Pro Heroes Dabi and Hawks were assigned to their Class in teaching them how the actual field works while sharing their experience and giving advice to the Class.

Two people in Particular did not like the idea. The first one is undoubtedly Shoto knowing very well that his brothers will tease him nonstop and then there's y/n who really hated going outside because of her quirk. She hated the sun with all her being.

Her quirk is Vampirism, Meaning she pretty much has the Capabilities and Powers of a Vampire with a few minor upgrades but aside from that. She is allergic to Garlic and The Sun's Rays irritates her very sensitive skin.

And unlucky for her the training ground is on Ground Beta. Technically outside. It wasn't helping that today was extremely Sunny so now it led to her Bringing an Umbrella with her outside as she followed her class who were really enthusiastic with the idea of meeting two well known pro heroes.

" I hate this " Y/n grumbled and Shoto who was beside her couldn't help but agree.

" Come on you two! Be positive for once! Two of the most popular and not to mention good looking Heroes are here! " Mina cheered and she didn't get a positive reaction from y/n and Shoto.

Once they reached the middle of the training grounds they saw two figures standing there waiting for their arrival. One with blonde hair and the other with red crimson hair, similar to Todoroki's hair .

" It's Them! " Denki exclaimed and everyone came running towards their direction with delight and excitement leaving the two pessimistic people behind.

" Why does it have to be them? " Shoto growled.

" Why does it have to be outside? " Y/n grumbled.

" Hey! Slowpokes! You guys coming or what!? " Sero yelled at the two.

With a groan y/n slumped her shoulders hiding her face beneath the umbrella as she walked at an even slower pace.

She started cursing everything that lights up. Mostly the sun but within her train of thoughts she didn't notice a certain someone approach her.

A gloved hand grabbed the handle of her Umbrella yanking it away from her grasp and raising it above her head.

" Hey! What gives!? " Y/n hissed as she looked up , her red orbs clashing with a pair of golden ones.

" Kid, you're slowing Everyone down. Now hurry up! And stop walking around with an umbrella. Now's definitely not the time to be fancy " Hawks stated but his eyes couldn't help but admire the features of the girl before him.

Beautiful Midnight Hair with luscious curls, Big Crimson Eyes that stared right back to the depths of his soul, Delicate and Pale Skin, Captivating Lips that seemed to be Asking for his. It was actually too much because how the fuck is a First Year student so damn attractive!? .

" Excuse me? No wait.. Excuse you!? I am not being fancy you Prick! " Y/n objected his accusations while pointing at him angrily.

The man only chuckled giving her an amused smirk.

" Oh really? Then what's this doing here? Maybe I should throw it away " Hawks was about to do exactly as what he stated but he was stopped when y/n gripped his wrist.

She hissed at him showing her fangs and her red eyes glowed with menace, grabbing his chin with her free hand she forcefully turned his head to look at her at a very close and dangerous angle.

" I'm a Fucking Vampire you Little bitch but I must say. It's really bold of you to 'Tease' me but I warn you Not to do it... Don't tempt me" She whispered her lips inches away from his and he didn't know why he want to devour her lips in such a hungry way. Maybe it was because of how Suggestive her eyes are? .

Hawks's eyes couldn't leave hers the smirk on his face was long gone with his mouth slightly agape but he regained his composure and that same smug smirk from before came back to life.

Y/n rolled her eyes harshly letting go of his chin and snatching her umbrella away from the winged hero as she stalked her way towards her classmates who watched the entire scene unfold.

They were speechless because in their eyes their classmate pretty much owned the winged hero and not to mention they looked like they were about to tear each other's clothes off infront of them.

" Hawks.... I never knew you swung that way..." Dabi chuckled and the winged hero turned to him with a smirk on his face.

" I didn't know either " Hawks answered followed by a small laugh.

By now everyone was too shocked to say anything and y/n who had finally stood with her classmates gave a questioning look .

" .... I'm telling Dad about this " Shoto suddenly blurted out from the crowd and everyone turned to him.

" Shoto No... Unless you want me to show everyone what you did when you were 9 " Hawks threatened a sly smile plastered on his lips and shoto's eyes widened and it turned into a glare .

" You wouldn't " Shoto countered.

" Oh I will " Hawks Snickered.

And a glaring contest ensued between shoto and Hawks. The glares mostly coming from shoto though, since Hawks looked relaxed and unbothered.

" Ok enough you two. We're wasting Time here! Let's get started with training! " Dabi tried changing the subject and luckily everyone seemed to buy it.

_______________2 Hours Later

" So....Is it True that Vampires Can Turn into a Bat? " Hawks asked as he trailed behind y/n who tried her very best to ignore his random and very annoying comments.

Everyone was listening and watching their interaction from behind them after the physical exercise they did earlier and now they were just strolling around Ground Beta , The two heroes giving advice and telling the class their whole experience.

" If I could I would have turned into one and flew as far away as I can from you " Y/n snapped her eyes narrowed at his direction and Hawks put on a fake hurt expression that ticked the girl off.

" So... Can you Hypnotize people by Looking into their eyes like Dracula from Hotel Transylvania? Because I could get lost in your eyes forever " Hawks's Comments soon turned flirtatious and Dabi couldn't help but snort at how Terrible his brother was doing.

" If I could I would have hypnotized you to leave me the fuck alone and jump off a fucking cliff. Please stop annoying me, your very presence is pissing me off " Y/n growled glaring at Hawks who seemed unaffected by her words.

" Sheesh, your friend is really Harsh. Is she usually like that? " Dabi asked Shoto who gave him a shrug.

" She's usually like that when she's annoyed... Also because she noticed how bad of a flirt Hawks is " Shoto glanced at his older brother with a sigh.

Hawks leaned his head down over her shoulder from behind her as he glanced at the annoyed expression of the girl.

" So... Is it true? Some people on the internet claim that Vampires Sparkles--" Hawks was immediately silenced when y/n grabbed his cheeks and turned her head back to slam her lips against his in a dominating but lascivious kiss that got him going.

But the kiss ended a little bit too soon before he could even return the kiss.

" I didn't Know that the Pro Hero Hawks would actually Be interested in a Kid who's younger than him... Oh well I guess some people have nasty fantasies " Y/n's entire demeanor changed into a teasing and more playful.

The girl turned around completely her eyes hooded with an unreadable expression. Hawks's smirk began to falter as his eyes looked down to hers, His eyes flashing a hungry look.

He began to question his sanity. Was he really interested in a Kid? Well Fuck it. Call him sick but He is.

" Tell me Hawks. Wouldn't it be better to Have a woman instead of a Teenager? I suggest you start looking for one and stop playing Cat and mouse with a little girl " Y/n coaxed her index finger reaching over to brush against his lips.

Her soft skin touched his lips only to brush her finger down, staring at him with a teasing smirk on her lips, she kissed her finger that touched his lips before walking away from him.

" Holy shit.... What the Fuck was that!? " Dabi yelled and the class was rendered immobilized in their place and speechless.

Even Hawks was speechless as he stared at the retreating figure of y/n.

His emotions clashing with his growing desire for her and he knows he's pretty fucked up to like a kid but fuck everyone else he wants her and he intends to keep her.

" I don't fucking know but dude... I think I kinda got rejected " Hawks was finally able to answer but his eyes stayed glued to her figure.

" ... That was.... Highly inappropriate " Iida stated pushing his glasses back.

_____________________

It was finally lunch time and Class 1-A were of course in the Cafeteria eating.

However y/n who was happily snacking on her chocolate cake was bombarded with questions from her classmates.

" Y/n what the fuck was that "

" Do you Really Like him? "

" Oh shit that was so hot " ( mineta)

" Is that even legal? "

" That was not an appropriate interaction! "

" Guys Chill your tits. That was nothing " Y/n stated firmly but apparently she didn't notice that Dabi and Hawks were seated behind her.

" Was it really nothing baby bird? You wound me" Hawks frowned faking a pained expression as he placed his hand on his chest.

" Uhh yeah? " Y/n muttered unsure of what she should say.

" After that kiss? So now what? You're the type of girl who kisses me once and never again? " Hawks accused and y/n didn't really do anything to deny that which angered him but he was the type of person who had full control of his facial expressions and body language so it wasn't obvious but Dabi on the other hand noticed it clearly since he had known Hawks ever since he was a kid.

" That's pretty irresponsible of you Kid, Another rule of being a Hero Kids : Take responsiblity . And y/n you should take responsibility for stealing a kiss along with my heart " Hawks smirked poking her cheek.

" You know you're getting better at flirting...... Not " Y/n muttered as she scooped another small size of her cake pointing it at Hawks.

" Face it. I don't go for guys who are older than me. Sure maybe a year or two will be fine but more than 5 is a big NO NO. I like cute and young guys " Y/n smirked seeing Hawks's angered expression start to surface . Although his face was blank his eyes held anger and pain she kinda liked it.

She should probably start getting rid of her sadistic tendencies. She does like the Birdman but she wanted to tease him too.

Hawks was furious. He didn't really like how she got his hopes up and he wasn't the type to give up that easily. Now he was taught well and giving up is not an option. And the thought of her with another 'young' and 'cute' guy made his blood boil he wasn't that old but she sure as hell was making him feel like it .

He's an adult now but he doesn't know why he has the raging and jealous hormones of a teenager who foolishly fell in love at first sight. He's holding himself back from dragging her away and slamming her back against a random wall while kissing the hell out of her lips until she can't think of anything else but him.

You don't need a boy. Fuck it, you needed a Man and He was that Man. Because he'll screw up whoever tries to take his Baby bird away.

" Open up Hawks" Y/n cooed pointing her utensil at his mouth to which he replied with a glare and turning his head away

" Oh? You're butt hurt now and you refuse to talk? Ok then . Izuku say Ahh~" Y/n smiled as she turned stop Izuku who turned into a blushing mess while fearing for his life when Hawks flashed him a deadly glare.

" Come on Izuk--" Y/n was cut off mid-sentence when a gloved hand gripped her wrist and yanked her hand the other way.

Her hand now pointing at Hawks as he guided her hand up to his mouth. Opening his mouth he ate the small portion of chocolate cake on her spoon before letting go of her hand.

" I thought you didn't want to eat it? " Y/n raised a brow in amusement ignoring the intense stares of Dabi and almost Everyone in the Cafeteria.

" Oh, trust me baby bird. I'd rather eat you than any other treat in the world " Hawks grinned as he stood up bringing y/n along with him. On the other end of the table shoto was ready to cringe and Dabi held back a laugh.

" Hey Brats! Listen up! This girl here is Taken By yours truly! If any one flirts with her or even tries to take her from me... Good luck... You'll be at the Top of my list of people to eliminate ! " Hawks announced with a spine chilling tone making some people shiver.

Y/n was stupefied and couldn't utter a word.

Dabi was beyond flabbergasted he looked like a fish thrown out of the sea and directly onto the burning heat of a frying pan.

" What the hell? The fuck is wrong with you? What about your reputation?" Y/n gasped when she felt him cup her cheeks and kiss her. Right infront of everyone making the room tense up .

Y/n was stiff as Hawks let go of her staring at her with a grin on his face.

" Y-you.... " Y/n was speechless as a small hue of pink tinted her pale cheeks.

" Hawks you sick Fuck Get away from my student! " Aizawa said in fatherly tone and behind him were almight and endeavor.

" Young y/n! Is this true!? " Almight asked in disbelief.

" Well Keigo when do you want your wedding to take place? " Endeavor laughed staring fondly at his adopted son.

" Can I Marry her now? "

" Definitely No! Endeavor don't encourage him " Aizawa hissed and y/n who was too embarrassed to say anything kept trying to pry Hawks's grisly grip from her arm.

But in the end Hawks only pulled her forward pecking her lips .

" Don't try to run away from me Baby bird "

[bestwishes1986]

Part 5 : Deception (WIP)

Reckless, impulsive, loyal, those were words that Kingston “King” McTavish would assign to Valiant Teague. Standing on the front step of a suburban hamlet in the middle of the afternoon had surprised even him. At 350 years of age it was hard to surprise him, but as he waited for someone to answer the door he was surprised. His opal blue curls and straight lines of hair were caught in a breeze that made them sway. He had had the underside of his head shaved all around with a thick beard not the same blue surrounding his face like a mane. His darker than vanilla skin tone from the mixed heritage of his father and mother and facial features made him appear handsome with more than a hint of African descent. His blue eyes watched the door, trying to be patient.

Any call to the castle was recorded and before heading out on his motorcycle he had the call played back over and over. Listening for any signs of immediate emergency, danger, or signs of a struggle. All he had heard was emotional rawness and that had been enough for him to cancel any plans he had made for the day and leave. His prisoner Tobin had just been brought back his second escape attempt and he needed distance from that man anyway.

The door opened and instead of his weapons specialist for the Kingsguard he commanded, there was a little girl looking disappointed to see him. Before he could speak she ran back into the house crying. King’s blue eyebrows drew together in concern. A stranger came to the door, beautiful with gray eyes and wild dark hair that could use a brush.

“Sorry about Abigail, we tried to stop her but she got ahead of us…you are?” Donovan asked holding out a hand.

“King, Sovereign of the United Kingdom. I was summoned here by Val, why isn’t he receiving me?” King asked, his light voice suspicious of this stranger. His Lycan, a blue wolf that lived inside his soul stirred from sleep. The bright golden eyes looking at the creature before King through their metaphysical bond. King took the man’s hand in a fierce grip and was surprised when Donavan gripped his hand just as strong.

“Donavan Roe, an acquaintance of Val’s. He’s in right state presently, come on in.” Donovan said keeping his face as passive as possible even though the death grip King had on his wrist made him wonder if bones would break if he applied any more pressure. King released his hand and walked past him, never taking his eyes off Donavan until he had to turn his head forward. Even then he didn’t like Donavan behind him. Using his Lycan senses he smelled the house. Three strong scents, one faint almost gone entirely.

He glanced at the furniture, most of it years old seemed in good condition. No signs of any fighting occurred.

“What exactly is happening here?” King asked looking back at Donavan.

“Short version. I witnessed the murder of Val’s wife and we just saw her in the crowd at the Mercy Hospital Bombing. So Val is trying to not have a breakdown right now. He’s in the guest room down that way.” Donavan surmised as he pointed down the hallway.

“You’re leaving something out.” King said he had listened to this man’s pulse the entire time, noting it’s rhythm changes as he spoke.

“Go see him first.” Donavan said ducking his head.

“You do know what Sovereign means, you don’t give me orders.” King said a bit of a growl coming into his words as if to show Donavan who was in control of things.

“He needs you now, this whose cock is bigger bullshite can wait. I will be trying to get his daughter to stop crying. If that’s alright, my Lord,” Donavan said with a tone beyond annoyed and King almost said something rude but his ears picked up the sounds of things being torn apart from the second story.

“Go, she’s tearing something apart right now and in that state I imagine it’s something important to her.” King said before he walked down the hallway without waiting for a response. Donavan turned and moved to the stairs, he felt out of his depth. So much had happened in such a short amount of time. He asked himself why he was still even here, he had done what he had come to do. He had told Val everything he knew about the man. But as he moved up the stairs he knew the reason, hated himself for the reason but as he came to door with pony stickers. He knew it was all beyond his control, he cared what happened to these people.

Donavan stood in the doorway, watching as the five year old tore a painting to ribbons. His eyes were wide with surprise but he didn’t stop her. Her tears were gone, her face red with anger as she pulled more of the once large painting apart. A part of him knew he should tell her to stop, but he didn’t. If he had learned one thing in his life, it was to trust his instincts. Finally when the painting was just small pieces of paper strewn about the room, and Abigail breathing hard with the exertion he knocked on the doorframe.

He kept his face calm and neutral of any emotion and just waited. Children were unpredictable, as an incubus he could feel emotions the way people felt a breeze before rain. Hers were a mess of anger, sadness and above all confusion. It made his heart hurt, that surprised him. He had only known of her existence for only one morning and already he felt he would hurt anyone who harmed her. But he didn’t have time to be perplexed as she launched herself at him and he had just enough time to crouch before she was hugging him tight and sobbing.

Donavan’s eyes were wide, this was the second Teague to do this and he just wasn’t sure what about him screamed “Port in a storm”. But he hugged her back all the same. Abigail was young but she wasn’t stupid. The concept of telling her everything would be alright seemed ludicrous, he wasn’t sure anything would be alright ever again. So he simply let her cry it out on his shoulder.

Downstairs was a different matter entirely. King had leaned against the closed door and listened to his subordinate’s retelling of recent events. He had resisted the urge to interrupt. Making mental notes as he did. He wasn’t angry at being kept in the dark about Val’s investigation, he knew if he had learned before now who the victims were he would have pulled him from investigation.

“We tried to keep Abigail back but she threw a fit and I retreated back here and let Donavan handle it. I just wanted to compose myself before you fired me from your employ,” Val concluded somberly and King’s eyes went wide but he said nothing for a moment.

“You’ve been using that word a lot today. “We” I mean. Have you noticed that,” King asked as he folded his arms over his long green wool sweater and waited for a reply. As predicted it took Val a moment to retrace the conversation and with a deep frown King knew it had finally registered with the man.

“I have no reason to sack you Valiant, but I will say you’re too goddamn smart to go it alone. Let alone too smart to take things at face value. So disappointed would be how I’m currently feeling. But above that, I’m sorry Mate. Losing a wife is hard, ye but getting on top of another bloke right after. That’s a bit of a stretch even for you yah?” King spoke with a bit of incredulous shock to his voice.

“I haven’t done anything with Donavan, besides he’s been a friend this day. As well as a witness to her death, I just want time to find out what he knows.” Val said and King nodded his brow creased in thought. King had heard Donavan approaching but said nothing. He had also heard the lie in Val’s voice but said nothing just watched him. This was going to be interesting.

The door burst open and King barely had time to move before Donavan came bursting in, his face red with anger.

“Is that it?! That’s all you want from me right! Information. Alright here,” Donavan shouted King watched him, listening to any underlying emotion or held back secret.

“The man is a Vampire. He has fangs instead of teeth and talks with a French accent. He’s tall like me, but muscular like a Football player. His skin is brown like an African but pale like a corpse. He wears fine clothes like a royal snob would. I never remember where we go because he has mental magic or some such shit. I used to think it was drugs but I didn’t eat or drink before the later takings so it can’t be. The rooms he takes me to are hotel rooms, like the one Tegan was in. Cheap places you pay by the day. He always paid with cash. There was a black briefcase that had an ornate set of operating tools in it. He would bleed me first, then rape me, feed me just enough to replinish blood then do it again.” Val rose to stop him but Donavan kept going.

“He forced me to watch. Used compulsion on me so my eyes wouldn’t close. I tried to move, to free myself but could only cry while he took his time. Savoring the meal he said. Is that enough, you get what you needed,” Donavan looked at King then. King’s blue eyes were shrewd, he nodded. Donavan nodded back, before looking at Val.

“See, that’s honesty. Not your dirty tacs, using your body and whatever I felt was happening to lure me in to a false sense of security. That’s on par with him and his money. Never, see me again.” With that Donavan ran. Val was too shell shocked to move. King slipped his phone out and made a call. Val felt his life breaking in ways he couldn’t imagine. The information from Donavan had felt like nails being driven into his skin, piercing muscle and shattering bone.

“I want eyes on him all day and night. This is the only lead we have to get to him.” King concluded as he hung up the phone. He was seized by Val who slammed him against a wall.

“What are you playing at King!? Eh, you set me up?” Val shouts. King looked back at him, cold blue eyes.

“I knew Donavan was listening. But I had no idea you would throw yourself on top of an emotional land mine. That was all you. Lying to me, what’s more you’re lying to yourself. I will give you two hours to be ready to roll out with the guard. Bring your daughter to the castle, she’ll be safe there.” King said. The words causing Val to release him as his arms dropped to his sides.

“Donavan didn’t tell you because he knew you weren’t ready to hear it. That’s how Incubuses work, they sense the person’s emotions and act accordingly. He would have told you when he felt you were ready. Now I have to go, my men are tailing Donavan but if I’m right. Someone else has been waiting for you to make the sort of blundering mistakes you have.” King concluded turning to leave.

“You don’t mean…?” Val whispered unable to believe the implication.

“Whatever entity stood in front of television cameras allowing you to see it. Yes, that creature. It most likely wanted to separate you and Donavan for the real threat to collect him without my intervention or yours. And you with your lies have made it that much fucking easier. I would suggest you try the honest approach going forward Mate,” King said and continued on. The door to the house opened and closed. A guttural sound of the motocycle engine came next. Val dropped to his knees, the full weight of all his situations and mistakes bringing him low.

Somewhere out there, a creature with his wife’s face knew about him. Somewhere out there Donavan was being lured to a trap. What was he going to do?

[mrslittletall]

How about ☼ and ♦ for the Four Knight of Gwyn?

Headcanon Time

☼ - appearance headcanon

Ornstein is tall and ripped, with his chest being the most toned. His skin is rather pale and he even gets freckles when exposed to the sun. His hair is very long, bright red, curly and kept into a ponytail that reaches his butt. His face is rather handsome with big, green eyes. He has little fangs. His body is littered with burn scars, but he managed to not get a burn scar on his face. Most people don’t know how he looks like without the armour, so outside of his armour Ornstein can move around Anor Londo practically unrecognized. Ornstein doesn’t wear a beard, because his facial hair refuses to work with him and barely grows, so he prefers to shave it off instead of running around with a messy beard. Artorias is tall and slender, with unruly messy black hair around shoulder length. His face is warm and he smiles a lot, having stormy grey eyes. His skin is rather tanned, having a warm brown colour to it. Anyone who looks in his face thinks that he is a friend and Artorias kind of is the friend of everyone. He has a scar over the bridge of his nose, vertically. The story behind it isn’t some epic battle, but that he managed to fell face first on his nose when he practiced backflips when he was ten years old. Artorias normally had a shade of a beard around him. He shaves regularly, but his beard just grows back in one day... Ciaran is small and her stare is sharp, vigilant and make people cower in fear. She has dark blue eyes and a head of blond, strictly cut short hair. Her skin is pale, but not as pale as Ornstein’s. She rarely smiles, her mouth a thin line, pretty much the same as on her mask. It is very rare to see her out of her armour, even rarer than Ornstein.  Gough mostly wears his helmet, so his face is almost unknown to everyone. He has a rather gentle look behind the helmet, with brown eyes and brown, rather short hair and a big nose. He also wears a beard, not a full one, but a moustache and a bit on his chin, also brown. 

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon 

Oh, hobbies time ^^ Ornstein’s hobbies are painting, the piano and practically doing parkour. He always did had an artistic vein and he often paints in his downtime. Some of the paintings in the cathedral are from him. The piano he learned when he had broken his leg as a kid and couldn’t play outside. He didn’t do it after becoming a knight, but picked it back up after discovering an old piano in one of the guest rooms. The parkour he considers a “jog” and he does it to keep fit, but a “jog” for Ornstein is running fullspeed through Anor Londo and jump from rafter to rafter. Artorias LOVES baking. He has a wide variety of recipes to use, but mostly bakes cookies and pie. He is often seen distributing the cookies to the residents of the cathedral. He knows the favourite cake of each knight of Gwyn and will always bake it for their birthdays. He also loves animals. His parents are breedings dogs for a living, so he was around them since he was a baby. Artorias often feeds stray cats on his patrol and often sneaks in stray puppies and kitties in his room to raise before they get discovered and he has to give them away. Artorias has a beautiful singing voice and will sing with anyone who plays an instrument if asked.  Ciaran is mostly working, but in her downtime, she enjoys to read books, especially the sappy ones where the knight and the princess get together and stuff, making endless remarks to Ornstein and his relationship with the Sunfirstborn. She also writes a novel herself on the sides, based on her own life. Of course it features the snarky assassin and the incredibly handsome wolf knight. It is obvious who this characters are based on, but when Artorias read it, he still didn’t get the hint. Ciaran can play the violin, but she only does it when asked. It reminds her of a life she has left behind her. Gough is the easiest one, because his hobby canonically is carving. He does nothing else in his downtime, chipping away wood after wood after wood. He not only carves mask, he can carve a lot of stuff, but since he was blinded in Oolacile he started to specialize on them. Gough also can play an instrument, a flute that he carved himself. 

[donghomochi]

Angel Eyes

*heavily unedited. you have been warned.*

The wind was howling and the moon was playing hide-and-seek with the stars. Everything was still; as if the town was asleep. Amidst the silence, only the sound of footsteps and heavy breathing could be heard. She feels as if her heart would burst out of her chest soon. She repeatedly glance back to check if someone - or something - is following her. How did she get in this situation, you ask? Let’s go back a little, shall we.

Her name is Celeste and she’s someone you wouldn’t notice in a crowd. There’s nothing extraordinary about her: short stature, wavy hair, plain facial features. That is except for her eyes. You see, she has heterochromia. Her left eye is as red as lava and her right eye is as blue as the ocean. Growing up, people would call her a freak when they see her unusual eyes so she learned to cover it up by brown-colored contacts.

Growing up orphan, she learned to fend for herself. She is now 21, studies literature in the morning and works at a nearby pub as a bartender at night. It was out of her comfort zone, that’s for sure, but it pays for her education and lets her keep a roof on her head so she doesn’t really have any right to complain.

Her shift started off slow. She mixed drinks and wiped the counter to pretend she’s doing something. Some drunk men tried to hit on her but her 52-year-old boss Frank was there to save her. As she was about to take a break, the door of the pub opened with a bang. The pub quieted down… or was that her imagination? She looked at the source and what - or who - she saw took her breath away. Piercing eyes, thick, unkept eyebrows, kissable lips, sharp jaw, and muscular body hugged by a black fitted shirt and leather jacket. Without a doubt, this man is the most beautiful creature she has ever seen in her life. His tiger-like eyes captured her own and held it into a staring contest. It was as if he was trying to study her. She wasn’t aware how long they have been locked in a staring contest but it was interrupted by her boss tapping her on the shoulder. 

“What are you still doing here? It’s your break. Go rest somewhere.” he shooed.

Blushing, she nodded and scurried away from the magnetic man. She almost took another glance in his direction but held herself back. She wouldn’t want to add another person who sees her as a freak. Quietly, she walked towards the direction of their resting area. Suddenly, she was stopped by a burly, bearded man who reeked of booze.

“Hey, baby. You look lonely. Why don’t you come with me? Let’s have a good time.” he slurred.

“I… don’t want to go with you anywhere. Please excuse me.” She tried to walk past him but she was grabbed in the arms.

“You think you’re better than me?! Huh?!” He screamed and lifted his arm. 

She had an inkling of what’s about to happen so she closed her eyes in fright. However, nothing happened. She slowly opened her eyes and gasped. The mysterious man from earlier was holding the drunk man in his neck and is currently lifted up the wall. His eyes were almost feral as he stared at the drunk man who tried to hit her.

At this point, she thought the man might get killed so slowly, she walked his savior and tapped his shoulder. The sparks that flowed from her arm to her entire body shook her. It worked, the mysterious man dropped him down. He stared at her in wonder.

“I…” She didn’t know what to say now that this man is close to her and is hogging her personal space. “I thought you might kill him if I don’t stop you.”

As if suddenly remembering the situation, he whipped his head back to the drunk man. “Leave this place, rogue,” he growled.

The man, shuddering in fear, nodded and scurried away, but not before giving her a murderous look that screams “watch your back.”

Seeing the man leave the pub, she turned back to the mysterious stranger who saved her. However, he was already staring at her with his warm yet piercing eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asked with a soothing voice as he tried to lead her to a seat nearby.

She nodded. “Thank you so much for saving me.”

“It was nothing. I’m glad I got here in time,” he said simply. “My name is Baekho.” He offered his hand for a handshake.

“Celeste.” She thought back to what happened earlier when she tried to touch him - the sparks. Feeling brave, she held his hands to shake.

Yet again, the sparks flowed from her hand to her entire body. As if burned, she abruptly snatched her hand back. His hands were left hanging in the air and he was staring at it with curiosity. He pinned his gaze back to her and leaned closer.

“W-what are you doing?” she awkwardly asked, blushing at the fact that this handsome man is even giving her attention.

“Are you wearing contacts?” he asked, gaze unwavering.

“How did you know?”

“I-” he was cut off by a ringing. With a sigh, he took his phone out of his leathered jacket and answered. “The fuck you want?”

He was silent for a while before he answered. “I’m coming. Hold them off, call the others.” and he ended the call.

He looked at her again, his eyes almost melting her. “I’m sorry but I need to leave. I was hoping to spend more time with you but fate has other plans.”

“W-why would you want to spend more time with me? You don’t even know me.” she stuttered.

“I… I don’t know. But I feel like we’re more connected than it seems.”

She stared at him in question. “What are you talking about?”

His phone rang again. He gazed at her apologetically. “I’m sorry, I really need to leave. Is your shift the same time tomorrow?”

She nodded in response.

“Great. I will drop by again tomorrow. I hope to see you, Celeste.” He was about to touch her hands but he was cut off by his phone ringing again. He sighed, looked at her with guilt in his eyes, and walked away. After a while, he heard the sound of a motorbike revving and fading.

She was sitting there for a while, unable to move, when Frank suddenly sat in the chair Baekho vacated.

“I saw you talking to that gangster earlier.”

Gangster?

“Don’t hang out with him. He’s dangerous.”

She suddenly felt the need to defend him. “W-what do you mean? He’s nice.”

“Listen to me!” Frank said firmly. “Stay away from him. He’s bad news.”

She nodded even though she wants to disagree. Satisfied, Frank smiled and told her to go back to work. 

The rest of her shift felt slower than ever. After everything that happened, she just wants to go back to her apartment and sleep. Finally, at around 2am, the last customer finally left. Frank told her to leave early and he’ll be the one to clean up. After changing into her usual sweater and pants, and removing her contacts, as her eyes get irritated when she wears them for too long, she was finally ready to leave. 

Her apartment was only 2 blocks away from the pub so she walked briskly to get home faster. The streets really aren’t safe, especially this time of the day. Out of nowhere, the hair on the back of her neck stood up, and she felt as if someone was watching her. She was unnerved, but pretended she didn’t notice anything. She tried to walk faster but she halted when she heard a deep growl. Surprised, she looked back, only to find a huge brown dog snarling at her. Or was it a wolf? But why would there be a wolf in the city? And that is very big to be a dog, or even a wolf.

A scream escaped her mouth as she desperately ran away to save herself. However, the creature was faster than her. So, she tried to run in a different direction to shake off the creature hounding her. She wasn’t even sure where she is going at this point, and she is too afraid to look back to see if it’s still chasing her. 

It seemed as if she was running for ages until she ended up in an alley with a dead end. Panicking, she tried to go back but the creature was already there, snarling at her with his sharp fangs out. She tried to scream for help but to no avail. It suddenly leapt with its mouth open, ready to kill. Out of nowhere, a black wolf jumped out and fought off the brown wolf.

The black wolf was definitely bigger, and he was a lot stronger than the other. She covered her eyes in fear as the two wolves fought. Growls and flesh ripping haunted her ears as she desperately tried to block it off. And then there was silence.

Hands still shaking, she peeked at the two wolves only to find the black wolf towering over… a bleeding naked man? Peering closer, she gasped. It was the man who tried to harass her in the pub!

Suddenly, there was a popping sound coming from the black wolf. She stared in wonder as the black wolf changed into a naked person. The tattoos caught her eye first, and then his face.

“Baekho?” she whispered.

He ran to her side. “Celeste, are you alright? What-” he stopped and stared at her heterochromatic eyes. “Mate…”

Overwhelmed with everything that just happened, her eyes rolled on the back of her head. She was about to hit the ground but Baekho was fast enough to catch her.

“Celeste!”

That was the last thing she heard before losing consciousness.

***

I still don’t know if I’m going to continue this or I’ll leave it for the readers to imagine. Lol. Feedbacks are appreciated.

[punksarahreese]

A masterpost of my original characters

MED OCs

Vivienne Melisse Bekker

AU(s):

Murmur; parents!reesker

crosshairs; fbi!au

Who is she?:

Ava and Sarah’s adopted daughter in murmur

Ava’s biological daughter in Crosshairs and Borderline

Appearance:

curly dark blonde hair, grey eyes, beauty marks on the left corner of her mouth and on her chin

Murmur only: many heart surgery scars and she’s rather small for her age because of stunted growth due to her health issues and being born premature

Nicknames:

Vivi/Vi

Vivvy

Bee/honeybee

Murmur only facts

She was born addicted to heroin and tricuspid atresia

Ava adopted her as a baby after meeting her soon after her birth for a consult and slowly becoming very attached

She calls Ava mummy and Sarah mama

Connor is her cardiologist

She has a cardiac alert dog named Winnie

General facts

She was born premature

She is autistic (they find out when she’s about 8 in Murmur and when she’s 3 in Crosshairs)

Her favourite character is Winnie the Pooh

She picked up Ava's accent despite living in America since birth

Notes:

The appearance of this character has been changed since the original creation

If you like the idea of Ava raising a child with heart problems, @crockettmarcel has an AU (tiny love!au) since before I was even in this fandom. It follows reesker and marchoi raising three daughters; one of the twins has tetralogy of fallot!! give Nova some love because their mind is huge

Tags: #vivi tag

Amélie Marcel

AU: Bloodletting; occult!au

Who is she?: Crockett’s human-fae daughter

Appearance: dark, unruly curls, heterochromia; her one eye is blue while the other eye is almost black which is the mark of an Unseelie faerie, pointed ears, olive skin

Nicknames:

Amé

Lee

Important info:

From Louisiana

Her mother Hélèn is Créole

Was born before Crockett married her mother

He knew the risks of having a half-fae child but swore he loved Hélèn more than anything

She doesn’t know of her fae heritage and thinks that the stories her papa told her are just make-believe

She went missing when she was five years old

Crockett never healed from the trauma of losing his daughter

Her whereabouts are unknown but he assumes she is dead

Tags: #amélie tag

Estia Bekker

AU: Bloodletting; occult!au

Who is she?: A 10 year old vampire who was turned by Ava’s master. Though they have no relation and Ava was against the whole thing, Ava “adopted” her since living alone as an immortal child is very dangerous

Appearance: Long blonde hair (that she refuses to cut as it will never grow again), blood red eyes, tiny razor sharp fangs

Important info:

Her name is derived from “Hestia”, the Greek Goddess of the Hearth and Family

She is South African

She calls Ava mama, though she sees her more as a mentor or older sister if she was to be honest

She was turned because she resembled Ava’s sister Anikka who was murdered by vampires

She has some behavioural issues due to her eternal childhood

She’s essentially an adult mind trapped in the unchanging body of a ten year old so she has trouble with authority and keeping the guise of youth

She’s technically closer to 50 years old

She can speak English, Afrikaans, Greek, Latin, French, and Spanish; Ava always encourages her to use her immortality for knowledge

Estia always wears high-necked dresses to hide her turning scar

She loves to climb trees

She’s never bitten a human without their consent

She is skilled in combat and minor mind control

Tags: #estia tag, #vampire!estia

Annika Bekker

AUs: Bloodletting, Recurrence, Carcinos

Who is she: Ava's younger sister

Appearance: dark blonde hair, hazel eyes, 5'9", sharp facial features like Ava

Important info:

she is studying to be a pediatrician in South Africa

she is 14 years younger than her sister

despite their age difference she adores her sister and would do anything for Ava and the feeling is mutual

she has a bunny named Monroe

she has done rhythmic gymnastics since she was two and is a coach at a cape town gym to put herself through medical school

In Carcinos only she died at age 10 from cancer and this motivated Ava to become an oncologist

Tags: #annika tag

[aliypop]

Breath Of Courage

Wordcount: 2,440

Warning: Language 

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy !

"But what is power..." 

"Loyalty." living in a cottage in the outskirts of Vizima was a witch so powerful that even other magic welders flocked to her for a piece of advice. Sitting at her desk full of potions, books, and a topaz dragon eye was the almighty Tithuba. "The people of Rinde want their freedom to gain their loyalty, grant it to them." the witch said to the black-haired mage standing in front of her.

"Can I ask you a question.." 

"Anything." 

"What's something you've been loyal to." 

"But we're starving!" both Flora and Jaskier grumbled both Adina and Geralt had stopped to take hold of a contract. Something about a gorgon hiding in the lakes of Cintra, "We'll stop by a tavern after the gorgon." Geralt looked back at the two, a bit annoyed by their commotion. They were like two whinny children who just so happened to be entertaining.

 "Or you could take these coins and be on your merry way," Adina smirked, throwing a bag at them. Flora opened the bag seeing the glistening coins shimmer in the sun. It was enough for a feast and then some. Inside of the tavern was a long line of commotion, with villagers gathering around to get a good look at the kingdom of Anore's eligible heir Prince,

 "Florian..." Jaskier gasped, hearing the rasp of his voice. The very last time he had mused over the tone of his voice was when Serleta, his mother, nearly banished him from the kingdom. 

"You know him?" Adina asked, looking at the state of Jaskier. His deep blue eyes had dilated, and his knees nearly went weak. "You could say that.." he watched him.  Florian, who was an elf, was adopted by the king due to him being sterile. Because of this, and the law of surprise, Florian came to be.

 "Jaskier..." Florian whispered to himself. It had been centuries since he had last seen the bard, but yet standing there with some woman was the man who had his soul. 

"What are you doing here in Cintra.." Florian asked. 

"I could ask you the same.." Jaskier smirked, giving him the wink that Flora had loved so much to see.

 "I'm meeting my betrothed  Rayanetta..." the royal said, as his eyes then wandered to the blue and gold cloth wrapped around the waist of Flora. He had recognized the pattern before, something to with an elf clan that his mother once told him about; 

Taking in his features, however, was Flora. Something about him made him feel familiar, and it wasn't his elf ears but his facial structure that reminded that of her face. He had the same dark maroon doe eyes. 

"And you are?"

"Flora bard of the knight Adina... Lover of Jaskier."  dripping off her tongue like the venom of Nogia, was the tone of jealousy. "Lover.. ay you move on quickly," he smirked. "Adina as in of Abbinshire.." he then asked his attention back on the woman in front of him. She nodded as she attended to her drink.

 "What about it.."   

"My true mother was from Abbinshire."

"Well, I'll be damned.." Adina smirked, looking up at Geralt.

"What's wrong?" 

"All that blood looks good on you." she snickered, "Might even say it brings out your eyes.." Adina laughed, tossing her dress over her head while Geralt only looked away sheepishly. "Gods, Geralt, you and I were just in the bath the other night." she then turned to look at him, her honey skin turning a bit red from the sun beaming on her back, high lighting the scars that he now found so beautiful on her. "You're still a princess.." he said, watching her bask in the waters of the lake. 

"With a bounty on my head!" she exclaimed, "There's a big difference." her light eyes focused on Geralt. Taking him by the hand, she had begun to caress the calloused skin of his fingers and the smooth sensation it gave her. She decided to pull a prank on the witcher, something that she had learned from Flora.  

"Do you trust me.."  

"You're still around, aren't you..." he looked down at the barely clothed woman.

"Yes, but do you trust me," she asked again, holding onto his arm.

"What are you up to,"  laughing her head off was Adina, who had swum faster than any siren to get away from the white wolf.  "I'm going to kill you for that." Geralt laughed. He loved it when Adina would show him sides of her that she once used to tuck away so deep. 

"Try to find which one is me first."  she joked, as multiple versions of her fled the lake. Geralt swam to one as the magical illusion only disappeared around him. He then went to another like that one, had faded away. Adina could only laugh, watching the way his eyebrows quirk in concentration, feeling a pair of strong hands wrapped around her waist. Pressed against his chest, she could hear his slow melodic heartbeat that only made her feel more at home than anything else.

 "You're perfect to me no matter what people say.." she said, looking up at him. 

"Scars and all.." he asked, knowing that was many of the things that usually made people afraid of him.

"Scars, fangs, and the big scary horn myths." she giggled, noticing the red in his cheeks. 

"Did Geralt of Rivia blush.."

"No.." he rolled his eyes, "Yes.."  Geralt had loved the position they were in; It was soft and loving and gave him comfort. That was until a Bavel appeared swampy scales and a big tail. 

"Playtimes over.." the two sighed, looking at each other. As the Bavel took Geralt out, Adina's eyes began to glow with a fiery orange resembling a dragon. Fire emerging from her hands, burning the monster to a crisp. She then ran to Geralt, her eyes still glowing orange. Fainting in his arms, Geralt covered her up in a blanket and road back into town. 

"Geralt, your back!" Jaskier said, holding both Florian and Flora in his arms. The three had a long talk in the tavern about their journey and couldn't wait to continue their adventure. "Who's the prince.." Geralt asked, not wanting to be apart of any royal scandal, being that Adina was already one he threaded himself in,

 "Florian... I know of a witch who can help the princess," he said, gesturing to Adina. Adina limp against his chest, barely moved as Geralt only nodded his head, 

"Where is this witch.."  he asked, watching as Flora climbed ontop of Buttercup.

"The outskirts of Vizima.."  he said, "If we leave now, we'll be there by .." 

"An elf nightfall, which is two days," Flora smiled. She then began to catch up with Florian leaving Jaskier with Geralt. 

"You fucked them both, didn't you... "

"Not exactly... I well, yes." Jaskier gushed his face red and neck covered in feverish lusty bruises. 

"You do realize they're twins.." Geralt glared at Jaskier, who could only blink, wondering why they acted so similar and got into many heated arguments.

 "How did you know that.." Geralt only smirked, pulling the reins of Roach hearing the pair argue in the background. Their journey was long, with challenges and a lethargic Adina laying amongst a pile of blankets in a make-shift tent.  

"So what's Rayanetta like.."  Flora asked, sliding closer towards Florian around the campfire. "She's a bit of a paladin.." he swooned, thinking of her soft lips and her short black with her light brown eyes.

 "Youngest sister of 10. " he laughed, "Didn't come from much, but I love her.." he sighed, already missing her the more he talked about her.

 "Tell me what was your mother like.." 

"She was a fighter.." she laughed, "A literal Blue Mountain clan warrior huge in rank." Flora looked down at her feet, "all five siblings were her crown jewels.." she began looking at the diamond carved on her arm, memories parading around in her head, reminding her how little she didn't fit in. "Were you her diamond too?" he asked, noticing she had the same mark just as he did.  "I was her disappointing daughter... I became a bard instead of a warrior, but I can fight.." she then looked at his wrist, 

"You gotta be kidding me.." 

"What.." he asked, a bit confused.

"We're siblings .." she nearly gaged, "worse twins.." the diamond seal on their wrist was usually a sign amongst their clan to mark their siblings, but when they were identical, it usually signaled twins. 

"Kill me..." Florian gagged, remembering the activities of Jaskier and the Tavern. 

Meanwhile, in the tent was Geralt, who was pressing a cold towel on the head of Adina,

 who was in a blistering dragon-like fever. Although Jaskier knew it already, he still had to comment, "You're worried about her..." his blue eyes wide in amazement.  Jaskier had never seen Geralt so attentive and tender to someone else that it practically shocked him.

 "And if I was.."  he replied.

"Then it means.. wait for it ..." he whispered, "You're in love with her," he smirked, handing him over the bucket with water. 

"She'll have someone waiting for her one day.." he sighed, moving her stray hair off her face. "We were just at the ball.. and if you saw her face when she saw you because I saw it and Flora saw it..." he looked at the witcher, "She wanted nothing more than to be surrounded by you." he then smiled. 

"Shit.." he rolled his eyes. 

"Geralt, take it from a man who woos many maidens." he placed his arm around the burly brooding man. "When she looks at you, it's as if she's saying, take me I'm yours."  he winked at him, leaving Geralt to his own thoughts. Sitting there, tending to Adina, made him think of the many times she had patched him back together.  Let alone the countless times they took turns saving each other. 

 "She called me perfect today .."  he laughed, "I don't scare her.." 

"To be honest.. she has fought scarier things than you.." he smiled, "Anyways, I'm going to rest." Continuing their journey towards Vizma was a bit more relaxing, with Jaskier now having two people to talk to and a horse to ride, it left Geralt to his thoughts. Adina had still been mostly asleep, opening her eyes now and then to get a good look as to where they were.  

"This is it.."  Florian said, standing in front of the four-story cottage.

 "Well, that looks absolutely not scary for shit.."  Flora commented, watching Geralt hold onto Adina; she later knew to refrain from her jokes.

"They're early... " 

Tithuba thought to herself, from her window, she saw a  witcher and two bards. "He's brought her back to me.. " the witch nearly said, racing down the endless steps and towards the old door. "I've been expecting you.." the brunette woman said, eyeing Geralt. 

"I don't know if she's sick or if she's.." 

"Just a bit of burn out," Tithuba said, taking Adina out of his arms and laying her across her work table that had a fae wing laying next to the same topaz dragon eye. Flora and Jaskier both hid behind Geralt, the two nearly terrified of the dragon eyed witch. 

"Didn't I curse you.."  she asked, musing over one of her books, turning to watch his expression. Geralt only nodded,

 "Returning to the light, I suppose .."

"Seems you found your ticket.." she mumbled, "By the way, bards." she mused, getting their attention "First room on the left all yours.. you'll be here for a while." Tithuba laughed, watching them scurry as she then began to throw ingredients into her cauldron. "Are you sure you know what you're doing.." Geralt asked, his hands finding their way laced between Adina's. 

"My dear Geralt.. I've healed you just as I can heal my own daughter.." she growled at him. Geralt's eyes widen, looking at the other woman in a bit of confusion. 

"Daughter.." 

"Yes, it took me a while to remember her. I was poisoned and cursed to forget her, but we had that fixed." she shrugged. Adina laid there slowly breathing, her heart rate more abnormal than his own. It was scaring him to the point his palms were sweating, and everyone knew nothing scared witchers. 

 "You care for her, no.." 

"I do," he sighed, "Why do you ask." 

"Your heartbeat is racing the more hers lowers you're attached," Tithuba laughed, her hands reaching out towards the witcher.

 "Witchers don't.." 

"Fall in love .. bullshit, everyone, and thing falls in love." she smiled, "The way you're looking at her shows the fact that you do." she could see the lovesick grin on his face mixed in with fear.

 "But i'm a monster.." 

"What's a monster until you love it?" she asked him, watching him. "I don't understand.."  he looked at the shorter statured woman.  "I'm a dragon mage.. daughter to a powerful witch." she sighed, "Later married to a powerful king.. " she sighed, waving her fingers as a puff of smoke revealed a bit of her past. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you.." Tithuba smiled, her green eyes a glow. Standing in front of her was her soon to be husband, Clarion, who was known to be powerful. He had then turned his back on her and walked away.

"You promised me a son!" he backhanded her, holding the crying child in her arms, "I have one bitch, but you bore me another," he screamed. Tithuba shook her head as the phrase sorry poured from her lips. " I will not have you live like this.." she whispered to the infant. 

"Adina.." 

"That my sweet is a monster." She turned back to Geralt, feeling her fingers move under his own he then turned to look at Adina. "Why do I feel co-"  she turned to look at her gaze between both her mother and her witcher. "You're absolutely naked.." Tithuba laughed, handing her warm clothes. "You two should rest... "  Cuddling into the warmth of Geralt, Adina could only sigh happily. As he placed her on the bed covered by tapestries and fabric, he could only wonder what other surprises were waiting.  

Walking out from behind the dressing divider, Adina stood in front of Geralt in the sheer nightgown Tithuba gave her. Long ringlets of black curls fell to her back. Geralt could only stare in amazement as to what he was looking at, "How do you feel."  He asked, staring her down. 

"Like a dragon in heat."

[therealvagabird]

Some D&D characters!

I made this adventuring party a little while ago, inspired by the idea of an “all-monster” play on the traditional D&D party. Mainly just a fun exercise in character design. I even played as one of them solo.

I might write some excerpts of various adventures of this fictional band, but no promises. They do have something of a vague story-arc to them, though.

Name: Brute

Race: Bugbear

Class: Fighter

Appearance: Very large and burly bugbear, with almost ankle-length arms. Medium grey skin, thick black fur coat with prominent beard. Gold eyes. Features strong but weathered. Has many scars.

Usually wears a sturdy breastplate with simple, dark-colored underclothes in a soldiery style – sometimes with barbute helm. Attire is overall simple, crude, and military, favoring convenience over flair.

Specialties: Polearm defence, medium armor, military discipline, mercenary attitude.

Bio: It was after the landed Lord Francis of Aquila slew a tribe of feral bugbears on a hunting trip that he decided to take one orphaned youth as a personal slave, believing it would make for an intimidating warrior. Though given the sanctified name of “Barba Molossus” (or “Hairy Dog”) in accordance with religious rites, the bugbear was most often known as simply “Brute”. Brute was trained to be a loyal soldier and personal guard of the Aquilan noble family, and steadfastly served despite the constant derision directed at him. When Castle Aquila was ultimately overrun by a rival house, Brute fled into the wilds, eking out a living before coming across a large goblinoid tribe. Once again an outcast for his human rearing, Brute learned that ultimately his brutality would earn him the respect of most greenskins regardless.

Brute is a dour and bitter man, having been exposed to the worst aspects of many different environments and cultures. He has a reputation for savagery and ruthlessness that strikes fear into the hearts of many, even if they deride him as a simple dog. Despite this reputation, Brute is actually quite disciplined and reserved, only exposing his wrath when pushed, and being an otherwise very effective mercenary most of the time.

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Name: Wu Jinn, “White-Eyes”, “The Clever”, “The Spider” (pejorative)

Race: Hobgoblin

Class: Wizard

Appearance: Shorter hobgoblin, long limbed but average build. Very dark, burgundy skin. Almost elven features, with blunted nose. Wavy black hair with white strands, close on sides but gathered up into long, braided nest on head to be wrapped in turban. Facial hair wispy – if left unshaved will grow slight Fu Manchu, goatee, and sideburns. Black irises.

Sharp-cut purple underclothes in Eastern style. Black, hooded over-robe. Beige leather lamellar armor offers simple protection with flexibility. Black, stiff mantle on shoulders. Pointed shoes. Tight, beige turban on head. Many pouches and arcane tools carefully sorted about person.

Specialties: Magical manipulation and lore, history and general knowledge. Carries enchanted whip and sword.

Bio: There was a time when the hobgoblin mage covens of the dark East were sought after fiercely by warchiefs looking to secure magical power and sage council. Now, the respect allotted to the goblin mages has severely diminished. Wu Jinn trained in the hidden arcanums, perused the libraries of many great kingdoms, and became a learned scholar at a very young age. Now, he is stuck as the disregarded councilor to an orc chief, usually relegated to distributing medicine and conjuring fireballs when he has the knowledge of the past and future at his disposal.

Wu Jinn is a highly analytical hobgoblin, but was drawn to magic over simple scholarship due to the inherent mystery of the arcane. All knowledge is of interest to him, though this has not come without cost. Wu Jinn is aware of what terrible forces are at work in the universe, and it only heightens his frustration with people. He’s not terribly concerned with issues of power or politics, and regards most beings, even himself, as very insignificant in a cosmic sense. Regardless, he can never understand why so many would-be governors concern themselves with such things if they could just listen to him and organize everything so much more conveniently.

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Name: Mary, “Nightingale”

Race: Tiefling

Class: Sorcerer

Appearance: Tiefling woman with almost black skin and fiery red eyes. Hair is black, straight, and usually kept around jaw length, though held back by nomad-style bandana. Rather tall, lithe but with powerful stature if not slouching. Horns have been completely filed off and hidden with bandana. Facial features strong and very beautiful, though haggard. Fangs, claw-like nails, barbed tail, and forked tongue kept hidden.

Usually dresses in light leather garb with comfortable underclothes and many bandanas. Loose, dark blue linens with tattered black hooded longcoat. Outfit always arranged to disguise infernal features. Prefers as much jewelry as she can wear without being conspicuous.

Specialties: Shadow magic, deception, psychological attacks, stealth, theft, assassination

Bio: Mary was born as the result of a dark ritual by cultists of the Lower Planes, believing she would be the Agrat bat Mahlat, or “Gift of Desolation”, destined to lead a fiendish conquest of the world. An attack against the cult and secret rescue of Mary by a kindly cleric disrupted that plan, however. Mary was placed in an orphanage when the cleric could no longer guard her, and given her current name. A rough childhood and many caretakers later, Mary took to the streets to become a rogue known as “Nightingale”, an enemy of the cruel and powerful, all while running from the remaining members of the old cult that wished to return her to her destiny.

Mary has the misfortune that evil runs very strongly in her blood. Her magical power can only be used to bring pain, confusion, and destruction even when carefully applied. For this reason, she has made it her mission to only target evil and tyrannical enemies, taking them down either directly or with careful manipulation in the hopes that good might fill the void. Nightingale prefers to remain out of sight and out of mind, disguising her infernal heritage in public and attempting to get in and out without a trace when on a mission. She is naturally attracted to many vices, and may have sudden bouts of rage or bitterness, but most of the time tries to retain a peaceful attitude in the hopes that goodness might one day come naturally to her.

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Name: Batul Grimhand, “Hacksaw”

Race: Half-Orc

Class: Cleric

Appearance: Tall female half-orc with dark olive-green skin. Older, with sturdy figure and many minor scars. Kinky hair shaved into short tight stripe. Broad features, dark brown eyes, prominent but well-kept tusks.

Outfit includes knee-length white undercoat and clothes tucked into sturdy boots, and long leather gloves. Dark blue pants. Solid breastplate covered in all manner of medical pouches protects torso. More accessories affixed to leather belt and faulds. Keeps white bandana around neck to cover face if needed. Will don long leather cloak for bad weather.

Specialties: Field medicine, general healing, shock stabilization, combat support

Bio: Though it has been many centuries since orcs and goblins were defined as lawless and endlessly cruel raiders, the reality of the greenskin strongholds can still be exceptionally brutal in the modern day. To be born a half-breed, and a rare female at that, lead to a tough upbringing for Batul. Service in the warhost and later as a mercenary soldier abroad gave discipline and protection for Batul when there was none. She trained as a medic, seeing the violent realities of the world and wanting to make a difference. However, her clerical training only did so much, and most of the time she was only allotted the time and resources to get the injured back on their feet so that they could die fighting. Trauma and bitterness soon seeped in, and by the time she was an experienced medic, she was also a surly and iron-hard orc. Now, Batul has the respect she always wanted, at the cost of her enthusiasm and optimism. Though there are still the occasional jeers, most know not to mess with Hacksaw if you know what’s good for you.

Batul carries a genuine desire to help people within her scarred and hardened exterior. She is often the voice of pessimism and caution, always expecting the worst and never much trusting in anyone but herself. Years of belittlement and wartime shock have given her a grim disposition that earned her few friends but also few enemies. Her strength is in getting severely injured people back in fighting shape in short order, though she can’t do much more. Given time and resources, she could perhaps do a great many things, heal people body and mind, but she doesn’t hope for such high ideals anymore. Despite her negativity, she is always ready to suggest that a situation might be more than it seems – that enemies might be misunderstood, that what others call “weakness” might not be so reprehensible, and that killing and death are not so noble. Of course, if it comes down to letting a patient die or taking up her axe, she will swiftly choose the latter.

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Name: Tash, “Tashi”

Race: Goblin

Class: Monk

Appearance: Very thin goblin, shorter than average, with skinny face, impish features, large ears, and huge yellow-green cat eyes. Pale grey-green skin. Messy mop of warm black hair. Would almost be cute for a goblin if he wasn’t covered in all manner of injuries and other old maladies.

Ragged cream sleeveless gi, and dark blue pants, with dark over-cloak and a faded burgundy belt/sash. Wears dark jika-tabi style footwear. Hands and other parts of body usually wrapped in bandages. Has many satchels for trinkets, as goblins like to have.

Specialties: Sword-and-hand fighting, danger sense, survival, dodging.

Bio: Though the greenskin stronghold Tash was born into was far from the worst around, it is still a hard life to be one of the mine-dregs. Despite being very sickly, scrawny, and cowardly by goblin standards, Tash worked in the mines until he sustained enough injuries to earn him a discharge for menial work. The misfortunes heaped upon him would have crippled or driven other goblins mad, but somehow Tash survived. Eventually his survival rate earned him a place in the Dregs’ Union, the goblin racket that allowed successful menials a chance at higher privilege. Though he earned few friends for his paranoid and self-loathing demeanor, he was taken under the wing of Master Maka, an old goblin warrior. Maka was far past his prime, but recognized Tash as “lucky” and so gifted him with the secrets of his Sword and Fist style. The martial secrets were enough to put Tash on the path from survival to possible success.

Tash is an extremely paranoid and mentally degraded goblin. Oftentimes he feels as though he was born into the wrong species. Weak, sickly, and fearful of many things even goblins would have no problem with, Tash tends to underestimate his hidden fortitude. While often the voice of fear and worry, he has proven to be adept at surviving even when thrust into the middle of battle, his fight and flight instincts somehow giving him incredible speed and clarity when they balance out. He is also very intuitive, and while often derided as stupid he has a keen eye for detail. Tash’s greatest obstacle is overcoming the pain and fear of his life to realize just how noble he could be.

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Name: Baako, “Bomber”, “Batty”, “Blossom”

Race: Goblin

Class: Ranger

Appearance: Hale and lanky goblin with forest green skin, fiery eyes, a wide grin, large batlike ears and a batlike nose. Wide face with sharp features, and long black dreadlocks usually kept back in a ponytail.

Wears tan, sleeveless tunic and baggy tan pants tucked into tall black boots. Black leather cuirass in the style of apron overalls. Black archer’s gloves. Tattered, dark ranger cloak. Green belt sash. Many leather straps and harnesses all over body holding component pouches.

Specialties: Subterfuge, traps, ranged combat, tracking

Bio: Baako is a highly eccentric goblin whose erratic behavior has earned him equal parts distain, fear, and camaraderie from his peers. Born into the foragers, his energetic nature saw him advance quickly before joining the Union and becoming a ranger. He now runs as a scout, warrior, and hunter, wielding numerous traps and diversions to protect his stronghold’s borders. Baako is also a big fan of pranks and debauchery, however, and his constant petty theft and disruptions to his comrades and superiors has earned him as many enemies as his outgoing and driven nature have earned him allies.

Nobody knows for sure if Baako is just theatrical or suffers from some sort of split personality. He will often slip into different “personas” depending on the task at hand or even just swings of his mood. Common nicknames for himself include “Bomber” when he’s hoping to cause mayhem, “Batty” when acting as a ranger, or “Blossom” when he wants to feel cute. Most just leave him be, as for all his oddities he’s proven to be a highly competent goblin. Focused and indefatigable so long as he’s kept occupied, it’s only when Baako gets bored that trouble starts.

[wallaceandpestle]

warrior cats beauty standards

frankly in a organized society as complex as Warriors there would definitely be things considered attractive, standards of beauty, clan aesthetics, etc. this includes physical cat features, general traits, objects, etc. 

thunderclan:

* thunderclan cats generally find that “big cat features,” resembling lions and panthers, are most attractive, and thus, are common and typical of thunderclan cats. this includes features like thick snouts, broad faces and noses, far-apart, smaller eyes, etc. seem to have “friendlier” faces, much more round. 

* wide paws with long claws are seen as signs of strength and prowess (good for climbing trees and navigating the forest)

* thunderclan cats are generally the biggest out of all of the clans, and appear to have the most muscle mass,

* but tbh they just have some of the thickest fur. they’re the only clan to regularly have a “winter coat” and a “summer coat,” the former much thicker and longer. fur is seen as especially attractive in the form of manes around the neck or fluff on the belly (the really plume-like tails are more riverclan reserved, however). 

* coat colors can vary, and from what we see in the books i cant really gather common traits (modern tc is so mixed with other groups anyways) but i like to imagine that colors are generally very saturated, somewhat brownish and earthy. brown and ginger tabbies are especially common, but tortoiseshells aren’t unheard of as well (tortoiseshells are more common than calicos). 

* cats aren’t dirty by any means (i mean these are cats we’re talking about, sharing tongues is a huge tradtiion) but thunderclanners can be seen visually “Carrying” signs of their environment. pelts flecked with moss and leaves, flowers in the ears of queens, mud streaked along the coats of playful apprentices. every single “crown” headcanon people come up with for plants are valid. all of them. 

* obviously every thunderclan cat has a different thing they look for in a mate, but stereotypical (straight) queen signs of attractiveness in toms includes a sense of duty to protect his family/clan, friendly and warm, etc. 

* thunderclan cats love foliage and trees. there aren’t a ton of wildflowers in the territory, with how wooded the land is, so instead they favor things like vines and bushes. bramble bushes have long been signs of strength and defense, while softer plants, like ferns and bracken, usually indicates a sense of family, familiarity, or comfort. 

* moss is like designer silk to these babes. 

shadowclan:

* think thunderclan, but sharper, sleeker, edgier, when it comes to faces. long, narrow snouts, sharp angles in cheek fur and ears and eyes, etc. eyes are often slanted, with very angular corners, while ears are generally very deep-folded (like they curve on the head a lot, with big folds on the sides, idk how to explain it lol). 

* coats can range from medium-short to long, somewhat wiry fur. almost wolflike in appearance, with the underbelly fur even brushing the ground. it’s generally accepted that the older a cat is, the longer his fur grows. 

* brokenstar cut his longer growing fur with thorns and burs and his own claws to maintain a sharp, clean look. long coats are somewhat associated with elders (and by extension wisdom, knowledge, etc), and he didn’t want that. 

* mustaches!!!! long fur on the muzzles, long whiskers, beards!!!!!!!

* for colors, almost all cats that aren’t brown or grey tabbies have white somewhere, in the form of a calico cat, a white chest and belly, white paws, etc. colors are a bit darker and desaturated from thunderclan. most calicos are dilute in some way (as in, they’re grey and cream instead of black and red). 

* long curvy claws here too, along with long teeth and fangs (goof for hunting). 

* the camp is kept as very secluded between thick pine trees, so there’s no weak spots, and little light let in as well. pine needles are the most common plant, so obviously they’re used for almost all purposes where they can be used. 

* mushrooms are very common around the camp, and have become a tiny little motif of shadowclan! most of the other clans dont get them, aside from small ones growing on tree bark (which they hardly notice,) so shadowclan likes to think it’s starclan’s little gift to them. just dont eat them. 

* cats are very methodically clean, although they never enter water. especially in the forest territories, most water is somewhat muddy (i mean they lived on a swampland). it’s perfectly safe to drink, but esteemed shadowclan cats probably wouldn’t want to bathe in it. 

* medicine cats keep herb gardens!!!! they’re signs of tenderness and clan growth and health, and warriors respect them, refusing to walk through them. apprentices get in big trouble if they trample them. 

* cats cant climb the trees, as they’re all confiers, and usually have too many branches close together, with thick pine needles difficult to manuever through, even for cats. but somehow the stereotype of glowing shadowclan eyes in the trees is a thing. shadowclan cats HATE this.

riverclan:

* riverclan cats are viewed as the most luxurious of all the clans, and they love it. plump, well fed bodies, long, sleek, shiny fur dripping down like waterfalls, beautiful, regal faces, are all the beauty standards of riverclan, and often other clans too. 

* i mean cats in general find riverclanners physically attractive, often. in the books we see riverclan involved in a lot of forbidden romances, but these take a much milder form all the time in thunderclanners eyeing the gorgeous riverclan she-cat, or windclanners gawking at the stregnth of that tom. 

* although, “riverclan crushes” dont usually extend past the physically, since most of the other clans agree that riverclanners let their good looks get  to their heads, and are stereotyped as cocky, arrogant, luxurious, demanding, etc. 

* it is true that they are very picky with their food - and they get a lot of it. some creative medicine cats and queens take the job of preparing fresh kill for the leaders to be extra tasty and well presented, whether that means serving it with flavorful herbs, or arranging flowers around it, etc. 

* many leaders joke about wanting *only the fattest, finest fishes.” it is true that riverclan is much more reluctant to share prey in the books, but in the clan itself, leaders obviously make sure everybody is fed. 

* dens, as well, are often decorated with flowers and herbs are stored in the nursery, to help calm queens with their scent. certain flowers symbolize different things, usually related to luck in some way. 

* riverclan cats are the only clan that regularly bathes in the river. it usually replaces “sharing tongues,” but cats get just as clean. 

* coats are long, healthy, and very smooth, sometimes even wavy. obviously cat’s cant do hairstyles, but the same attractive features in long human hair translates to riverclan cat’s tails, often like feather plumes (feathertail is the riverclan equivalent of naming your child after their beautiful luscious locks). 

* cats have big, big eyes, and small noses, with little delicate snouts and mouths (but really sharp teeth). riverclan is the only clan that regularly has flatter snouts, shadowclan occasionally has them but since riverclan has the least need to run around and be active, they can afford a more persian look. 

* ears are absolutely fULL of fur. 

* webbed feet for easier swming!! all cats have webbed feet to some degree but riverclan cats have it a lot.

* the main areas of long fur are congregated on the elbosw, ankles, tail, neck/chest, cheeks, and ears. the actual body has a very sleek and flat coat for ease in swimming. 

* colors are vibrant, usually cool-toned. brown and ruddy tabbies are less common than silver ones, and aside from those and tortoisehsells most cats are solid. exotic patterns, like leopard spots, colorpoint (siamese), ticked, persian, etc, are rare, but definitely possible (and very attractive) in riverclan. 

windclan:

* windclanners are the smallest of all the clans!! they’re just short and low by nature. 

* because they’re so small, windclan cats are very compactly built, as they have to fit a lot of muscle in a little space. they aren’t the strongest or heaviest in a fight, so they can’t pin down their attackers, but they have really long, strong legs. 

* windclan cats have such great legs because they have to run around the moor a lot. they have a really big territory, like it goes really far, but because it’s all just moor and fields the clans aren’t really jealous. they have to traverse all this territory multiple times a day, so they train for speed and endurance a lot, hence the powerful limbs. 

* long legs are tucked under the body when they sit/lay, like a rabbit! you ever seen a rabbit run??! the legs are all tucked under so they look really small, but when they get up they go on for miles. 

* good hunting abilities are very desirable in a mate. when a bunch of cats have a crush on the same one, they might engage in a “race” in front of them to prove their speed. cats woo their mates by sharing prey with them, and letting them have the first bites. 

* in terns of facial details, windclan cats dont have a lot of discernable features. they have generally shorter snots, but not compressed, as this makes it difficult to run and breath heavily. ears are small (and flattened against the face a lot), eyes and noses are big. 

* tabbies, especially brown and grey, are extremely common, and any other look is pretty rare for windclan. many cats felt an inherent unease about tallstar being leader, since he was black and white, very uncommon for windclan. 

* cats have the shortest fur, to keep away dust, sand, and grasses from getting stuk in their pelts. short/cropped tails are common as well. 

* cats love the feeling of being open, of sunshine and total exposure to the elements. sleeping under the stars together is very romantic for windclan mates. 

* dens are usually hollows in the sides of hills, often abandoned fox or badger burrows. whatever bushes are there are scraggly, and cats can’t really live in them, although their leaves are usually taken to be bedding for queens (other cats just forgo bedding entirely). 

* this is kinda gross but i imagine windclan woudlnt really have a dirtplace?? they pretty much live in a sandbox so there’s just certain areas of the territory they use. 

skyclan:

* so i havent read much of the books with skyclan so i cant say much. but from what i understand, as they have a long and sordid history of hardships, traeling, and fighting for their rights, skyclan cats value durabilty, resourcefulness, etc. 

* cats are taught from a young age to push through any pain they have, even if minor. medicine and herbs have become largely lost on the clan (i mean leafpool helps them but before that) so the mentality of “get over it, it doesnt hurt that bad” is taught in kits from a young age. 

* queens have lots of smaller litters, as when cats are hungrier, they tend to have less kits. so to make up for it, any she-cats able to have kits re admired for having as many litters as they can. 

* cats are physically very varied, usually on the thin side. durable, strong bodies are valued as they can survive harsher condition. cats are wirey and thinner, more spry and flexible than any other clan. 

[k4nill]

ROTTMNT: Human AU, some design HCs and random HC

@bootyyshaker9000 This is so long i'm so sorry i just gonna make a post about it i don't wanna flow your dms or anything, so I wrote this down in paper and in spanish so forgive me if my english is shitty and it took so damn long, btw HI!!!~ How you doing honey?

My Heart Ache a Lot (cuzhessopreciousicantbrah)

~ My son Mikey I can't let anybody hurt you. (Btw, Leon call him Miguelito). He struggles a little with puberty, mostly with ocasional acne. His brothers constantly remind him of being careful to not get scars from pinching the pimples obsessively.

~ MIXED BRAH U CANT' TELL ME OTHER WISE, 1/2 cups of african-american and 1/2 cups of latino spice and PUFF yOU GOT CINNAMON ROLL THAT COULD ACTUALLY KILL YOU.

~ Cocoa skin (with that yellow undertone, you know?). Thin hair, curly, natural and the most bouncy-est(?) hair, a little above the chin lenght, tied up in a bun when he's busy making art.

~ Button nose, surrounded by some freckles. With really big, almond eyes. His face gets pinkish when it's to damn hot, he's doing to much work or is REALLY angry.

~ I think I gotta bring up how nice his smile is, he got that smile, that shows up just his upper teeth row, the upper lip disappears and it goes way up his cheeks and then it sinks in his dimples. Art.

~ Mikey ain't that young but his height, complexion and even facial features makes him look a lot younger in comparison to his brothers, he could be like 25 and ppl would still think he's in highschool, never aging ppl.

~Had this beautiful dreads, with the tips colored differently once in a while. Now he's growing his hair to have larger dreads, so he can paint em a different color each and have em in high up-do, like a rubberband ball.

~ Mikey would wear every fucking color, get the fuck away with toxic masculinity p l e a s e. Fits anything 10/10. But loves sports clothing (Matching ones are the BEST) he find's it refreshing and really comfy since Miguel is really active, so if he's needs to go usain bolt he GOES OFF and you can imagine sneakers don't last with him. Probably, every single piece of clothing he owns has at least a minor stain from some sort of paint.

~Wears headbands, sometimes really neat designs and then straight out "what the hell is this vomit stain garbage Mikey?" (from Donnie, mostly).

~ Has fake piercings. He's got several in his ears. He wants to have em for real, older brothers just keep telling him that "when he gets older".

Plus: We all know how the turtles are sneaky sneaky, tricky tricky and rad skillyz skillyz being ninjas but in this human AU his brothers got nothing on him like he's flexible as hell, he comes down the stairs like the exorcist bitch or that other bitch on the ring and scares the shit out of Leon and Raph, can touch his calfs with his neck that kind of stuff. And he doesn't run, he travels back to 1955 to save Marty McFly ass.

Leonardo DABinci

~ Not so long ago I made a post about how Leon is a Latino, quote:

"I can clearly see how Leon is totally a Latino. Like: thick wavy hair, with really small monolid eyes, and medium light skin (latinos know what the hell i'm talking about, those kids that get told they have "ojos de chinito" and rock the neapolitan tanning: caramel where the sunlight hits, milky way where it doesn't and pink when it's too much sun for the day) and then Donnie is this asian™ bean, so, sometimes they are mistaken as blood related brothers (Mostly cuz the eyez) and the stripes are the tanning y'all."

~ In addition, recently someone WOKE™ me up and reveled to me as in a prophecy, that Leon is Half-Chilenian, Half-Argentinian.

~ TBH yall, i just want my boy to do his thing and do them Fornite dances while some dope ass cumbias are playing, this is straight up my dream for real.

~Leon got those damn thick eyebrows more than Raph, plucks em to give em shape.

~Has a lot of scars. Leon is very active as Miguel but he is a troublemaker. Got several scars from fights: face, knees, knuckles, arms, legs. And that one time he came running to get his juice, slipped and smashed into the stove glass.

~Has wavy thick hair, keeps the top messy and fluffy and the rest shorter, undercut typo.

~LEON. USES. GLASSES. Period. But don't use em regulary, mainly cuz he's so active and sometimes clumsy and would rather not buy glasses everytime he goes out.

(Donnie, probably): "Leon, why don't you use your glasses? You are making your eyes even smaller trying to read that sign"

(Dumbo): "No, no! que dices weon? I only need the glasses when i'm reading!"

~Loves stripes in his clothing. In any shape and thickness.

~Low-key uses Donnie button up shirts because he does think Donnie looks so well in em, but he's a little more broad than him (Thicc bacc, bicc arms) so he had tear some up, or pop a button or too.

~Guy who would wear anything and don't give a shit if he doesn't have a defined style. One day he's with that graphic tee, flashy bermudas and some sandals and the other day using some jeans, saggy big sweater, a beret and some fine boots.

~ Loves boots more than sneakers. Got good traction with em. But no one can replace las CHANCLAS i'm telling you, he's so comfortable flipping & flopping.

~ He's hairy. Really hairy. Don't shave, except the faice. He's got that baby face and the trace of where the beard could be. It ain't that thick sandpaper beard aftershave tho, Raph taught him the tricks to the silk road.

~Them sideburns tho, neAT-O.

~He ain't got former training, just some random stuff he's learned from Donnie and Raph. Nontheless, he's the trickster and can go dirty on fighting just to save his ass. But sometimes, his big mouth saves his dumb ass from trouble. (2/100 times, the other 98 times it makes it worse)

~Plus: He's into parkour a lot. Takes Mikey out so he can tag some walls uphigh. These trips are the reason he gets in fights more than his other brothers, he's gotta stick out for his brother in case shit goes down, but mostly because he's a loudmouth and sometimes he deserves it cuz he starts the fire tbh.

The thing goes RAP - PHA - PHA

~ Raph, my soft boy. He still BIG™, ain't ripped like a physiculturist, gotta admit, abs are in fact chocolate abs but got a chunky yet funky tone to it. Big ass arms, to strong to carry my depression and smash all my worries.

~ Obviously African-American, I just imagine this warm undertone to his skin. Thick eyebrows (plucks out his unibrow, and nothing more, that natural angled eyebrow perfect as it is).

~ Hairy complexion (but not as hairy as Leo) to pull out a balbo beard, faded to his hair, then starts the faded high top, (not that high tho) with that cotton natural hair (raph is just my dream tbh).

~ My boy rocks denim everything. But got this particular worn off denim jacket he treats like one of his extremities. It's kinda saggy, old, several splashes of god knows what substances... But he wears it like the most precious thing, his brothers got him for his birthday, selling candy bars and other sweet goodies. Made him cry like a bitch.

~ Snaggletooth fang. I got this random HC that Raph got it in a fight with one of his brothers when he was younger. His first tooth after his decidious teeth, he was so happy, finally "maturing" in his words. In his younger years he struggled a LOT with angry issues, (mainly, as the oldest, he understood a little big more about the rejection above the city for mutants, and built up this feeling of despite).

One day, one of his brothers made him really fucking angry, they got in a physical fight, that ended with his crooked fang, but yet, Raph is BIG and he can't measure his strenght sometimes. Then, his brother is crying in pain, screaming how bad can he treat his brother, as if he didn't love them, just as the people above.

He wasn't angry cuz the teeth (cuz he showed it off, like it made him an adult already), he broke down because he was always feeling so damn angry, being the oldest and yet he was beating their younger siblings over some dumb shit and treated them like people in the surface would. Raph is challenged each day, when he sees his face in the mirror, with the tooth projecting outwards as reminder of all the rage he had to let go to protect their brothers, to make a change on his perspective and emotions, to keep their family and himself happy.

I think this mind set change was the thing that settled Raph as a leader. He got stronger, not physicially, but mentally and emocionally, for the sake of his family.

This HC can be translated somehow to the Human AU but i'm not sure the origin of Raph's rage yet.

~ Would wear any shirt that has anything he likes, PLUS if it is in red. He just loves red. He's the only one obvious with their color preference. Red caps, shirts, jackets, pants and tons of sneakers.

~ Likes jeans but loves that kind of bermuda cut shorts and not all the way down pants. He's got some C A L F S with capitals.

~ Luckily, he does wear matching socks. (We can't see Don's most of the time but Raph shows more leg so).

~Wrist wrist wrist wrist wrist wrist. Loves wrist accesories and probably would wrap around anything on his wrist.

~He's got that classic™ Rock Lee from Naruto bandages from training and work out and sometimes he's just to tired to take off the shin pads.

~Don't show em much but got some big ass brass knuckles in his pockets in case someone messes the fuck up with his brothers. (He would easily let go if it was just him, he's a master of templance, but be warned: not with his family)

Plus: Got one tatto, in his back, below the neck, this celtic rune (we know that celtic runes have several meanings, so he took one with various that would fit him) a Gebo, that can mean partnership, generosity and sacrifice.

DONNA TELL EM

~ For starts, Donnie is my asian bean. Creamy pale skin, monolid eyes, with that puffy under eyelid, of course noticeable dark circles, but he got that EYESMILE BOI. (You know that people who kept straight face but the eyes are just screaming happiness??? That kind of eyesmile)

~ Hair black, thin, straight cut (his hair is kinda wavy) at his shoulder's lenght, got that fade styling in the back tho, usually wrapped in a high ponytail/bun. (Mikey loves to mess with his hair).

~ He's got that thin eyebrow hair, so, he fills em up to make them thicker, so gives him more of an assertive feature. (Also he is jealous of Leo and Raph eyebrows, nontheless edge so sharp to cut a bitch) Got that hairless complexion so not much about facial hair.

~ Obviously keeps them THIGHS™. (So far, to me their complexion on the show is the same as in the human AU so... ) Jeans were invented to the sole purpose to fit Donnie so well.

~To wear, jeans are a go to, but damn sweatpants comfy AF. Big old sweatshirts, swearters and hoodies. Underneat, digs button shirts, short or long, never with flashy prints, yet some minor deco, (to him is all in the elegance....). Raph and Donnie share an interest on sneakers, so he can wear like 1 hoodie for 10 days straight but a different sneaker each.

~But wears missmatched socks like the fuck out of here BOI, looking neat and clean and you come out with this yeeyee ass bullshit.

~ Donnie hides the fact that he's riPPED under the hoodies and sweatpants often, (he's tall as shit and his brothers calling him spagethi bOI don't help much) so people make the assumption he's the weakest of his brothers. He's the only graduated on black belt on Karate and knows his shit on MMA. On his younger years he was indeed saved many times by Raph's strenght, Mikey's swiftyness and Leon's cunning. This "being the weak" complex got to his head and started training solo. His brothers are amazed of Donnie's self-improvement and he often disguises it as the "i did it so i wouldnt be the weakest, you better watch out when i supass yall" but they all know he suffered inmensely seeing his brothers hurt because of him, so if they go down he does too, to protect them.

Plus: Complementary headphones with neon designs, blasting nightcore, dubstep and DnB songs with every Donnie purchased.

BG:

In my AU, these kids grew up really poor. They learned the value of hardwork since they were really young. Like in the Teetle Universe, people see them as misfits. Especially, because they are a "patched up family" (they are not blood related) and being looked down by the economic factor, mostly.

They got some real internal issues. But, the only thing that keeps them sane is how tight their brotherhood is.

Donnie and Raph have a job and go to college. Struggle a lot with their younger siblings rebellious stage.

Leon and Mikey go to highschool and do some baked goodies or art comissions to have some sort of income. Ain't fond of school that much, real troublemakers.

April it's a freshman in college and has much more accomodated life, but somehow, she's always felt she doesn't belong to anywhere, until she meet our boys. April learns a lot of life hardships while hanging out with em.

This would be, basically the series:

April meets this guys, this is sort of a slice of life anime, with lots of comedy and fun shots, however it develops around April learning valuable lessons that will help her as an adult, about friendship, loyalty, respect, empathy and kindness, after all the things the boys are going through.

I'm not sure how am I gonna accomodate Splinter in this, but eventually I'll figure it out.

I'm not got at drawing but i'm gonna try to make some of their designs.

[navybluedreams]

just some ninjago headcanons if they weren’t legos

zane:

zane would definitely be the tallest ninja

exact height? probably 6′5 

skin tone in human form? pure ivory with a cool undertone

his hair would be a silver platinum blonde like draco malfoy

but like since he’s a nindroid he’d be too perfect 

his skin a bit too smooth and a bit too shiny  dang his teeth blinds everyone in the room when he smiles

extremely sharp facial features

like they can cut through eyes

electric neon blue eyes

like if you try to search for him in the dark all you would see is his eyes

the second strongest ninja despite his physique

build of a dancer, slender and toned. 

caucasian but probably russian or finnish or german

kai:

kai would be 5′9

definitely tan skin

like a bronze copper shade with a warm golden undertone

he is an eternal brown haired spiky child

YOU WILL HAVE TO RIP THIS NEXT HEADCANON FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS  his eyes would be a rich deep brown but when the light catches them like wow my dudes his eyes are like amber; a beautiful mix of red, orange and yellow. the colors continuously clashing and churning in his eyes like its gorgeous

a muscular boy but 2nd to cole

but he’s still ripped, you guys

like i could grate cheese on those abs

either hispanic or asian fuck it he’s both

colombian/japanese

cole:

cole would be 6′3 and the 2nd tallest ninja after zane. 

beautiful moon-kissed skin

like if you see him in the middle of the night with the moon shining on his face that is a goldy vision and the epitome of beauty. 

cole has bushy eyebrows but i feel like he would eventually get them trimmed and done cole: you guys it’s me jay: *crying* why is joe jonas from camp rock talking to us

his eyes would be black like his hair but not just black. 

like it’s a black that absorbs everything which i feel like he does. like he takes everything and plays the responsible one.  example: ~his mother's death ~when sensei wu went missing 

cole is a buff muscular ripped boy and no one can convince me otherwise 

he’s the third strongest ninja after zane

you thought kai’s abs was something? kai’s might be able to grate cheese but cole’s could shred steel 

cole would be mexican/vietnamese

lloyd:

so lloyd would be 5′6 but the max height he would reach is 6′2 because he aged up and has demigod oni dragon blood not only that i live for the lloyd being shorter than kai at first but then lloyd becomes taller and is like “heh who’s the shortie now?”

lloyd would be blonde but golden blonde, like before he unlocked the golden ninja his hair was honey blonde but now it’s golden

and his hair would be wavish-straight and messy too but not like oh he’s a hobo messy more like, i just got out of bed and look this sexy type of messy. and a small floof in the back of his hair for my own guilty pleasure ‘for the aesthetic’

lloyd would have olive skin, tan with a neutral undertone. 

his eyes would be green; like a vibrant emerald/bottle green but in different lightings, it would look like forest or malachite. but when he’s exhausted they look like a dull olive. 

but when he’s angry his eyes goes crimson; but richer like cardinal, or cherry, or BLOOD red.  and since he’s not fully human and i live for the aesthetic i fully support lloyd having small fangs but when he’s angry his fangs go wHOOSH

lloyd would definitely be toned and muscular, not as thin as jay but not as buff as kai. but like a swimmer or a surfer; slim and strong. 

and i remember seeing something about lloyd being part tibetan and yes oh my god yes and i liked it. although lloyd would definetely be biracial more like mult-universal being of tibetan/japanese/french/oni/dragon descent 

jay:

jay would be 5′10 

he would be fair skinned with like vanilla with a yellow undertone that tans easily during the summer, and he would be a beautiful freckled child and with a cute little mole near the left lower side of his lip. 

adorable chocolate brown curls and rich royal blue/egyptian blue eyes that remind nya of the ocean.  and if you put jay’s bangs into a ponytail he would look like an adorable pineapple sweet cinnamon roll i love this beautiful blue baby boy with my heart 

jay might be scrawny and lanky but he’s still strong. more toned and muscular than zane but not as built as lloyd. however, he’s the quickest out of all of the ninja.  like my son zooms through the battlefield

he is british and cyprian in my interpretation 

nya: 

nya would be 5′7

blue-black straight hair like if you see her hair flowing in the ocean in the night you can’t tell where her hair went. like she inherited her mother's hair.  and like i feel like she would grow it out till her lower-bust and she would tie it up during training into a tight bun and a few strands would fall into her face but jay loves those little strands with all his heart and that’s all that matters. 

she would have tan skin like her brother but not as deep, like a warm golden honey beige. and like her brother she would have a warm undertone

she would also have rich brown eyes like kai but with long eyelashes and defined arched brows like if you saw her walking down the street she looks like a queen but effortlessly she would have this natural powerful vibe as a ninja becoming confident in her skills as a martial artist and not being scared and also having this calming aura. like i feel like some guys would try to mug her and say something like “hand over the bag dollface” and she would kick their ass

and like all ninja she would be toned and muscular, even though she is powerful and built she also manages to retain a certain grace and nimbleness. her breasts would be a 34C and she would have an hourglass figure. 

and like kai she’s colombian/japanese 

[mjwiththefangs]

Beautifully Deadly (NaLu) #3

Chapter 3

Vampire/Supernatural AU

Rating: M

Summary:  "Supposedly an entire kingdom disappeared when their queen went beyond the borders, remember?" When Natsu Dragneel leaves the kingdom to investigate mysterious disappearances, he finds a much bigger adventure than he was bargaining for, including a beautiful vampire hidden away in an ancient castle. She has little to say about her past, or why she's locked away. Who did this to her? What has she been feeding on? One thing Natsu knows for sure that she is dangerous... Could she have something to do with the disappearances? "I'm sorry, Natsu, but I'm just so thirsty."

Chapters: 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6

Read it on: AO3 & FF.net

A/N: Hello again! As i am nearly finsihed editing chapter 4 and drafting up a LOT of notes, i’m finally getting round to updating Tumblr :) hopefully, all the chapters across all platforms are much easier to navigate now! As always, I hope you enjoy reading!

‘Leo. Your Regulus always did shine the brightest, it makes it easier to find you’

Her eyes scanned the darkened sky above, mapping out the stars, the faintest ghost of a smile on her face as she found the constellation she was looking for. She was stood in what she supposed had once been a rooftop garden, at the top of the tower, hands crossed delicately on the stone wall.

‘My most brave lion. Oh, Loke, you have no idea how much I miss you and the others so.’ The smile faded. A pained frown fell across her features. She missed them. Truly, she did. The Zodiac were her most loyal companions within the household. She wondered what became of her old household.

Lucy could feel herself spiralling into her own mind. What of her kingdom? Her father? How long had she been here? Like this? Would she ever see the sun again? It came as a shock to her that she could scarcely recall what it looked like.

She had spent so many of her days in the crumbling library, reading stories to remind herself what it had been like under the Sun, stretching out on the grass and catching the rays.

She read stories of brave knights, armour shining in the light. Of beasts and creatures, blessed by the Sun itself. She had read of how they were believed to embody the Sun's most raw elements, providing life, warmth and light, in many forms. That she found believable. She had seen living embodiments of the moon and stars, after all.

She had also witnessed Death.

She jolted away from the wall at that memory. That memory brought the other, unwanted, memories associated with it. She shook her head. Golden strands danced in the moonlight.

Lucy didn't want to remember. Not the man who took her life away. Who made her a monster. Who she ran from. He disgusted her.

She didn't want to remember. But the memories came anyway, reminding her of her escape, how she ended up here and who she met on the way.

She clutched at her head, screwing her eyes shut.

‘Mom..’ Whimpering, she sought solace instead in the memory of her mother. In happier times, she believed. Being told stories of the constellations, the spirits of the zodiac, the very same spirits who were loyal servants to her and her family. She missed feeling her magical link to them. The bond that allowed her to call them to her aid.

Magical energy.

She felt the bloodlust rising in her again, like bile up her throat. Her eyes darkened.

She hunched over, a hand now clawing at her throat, and sank to her knees. As she drew in a rasping breath, she felt sharp, elongating fangs scrape her lips.

She was thirsty.

Nearby, she could hear the same wolf howling as before.

.

Natsu clicked his tongue, encouraging Flame in a rhythmic trot. The stallion snorted. Natsu took it as a sign of the horse's unease.

‘Yeah, me too buddy.’ he murmured, giving Flame a reassuring pat. His ears flicked and he snorted again.

Natsu cast his eyes upwards. He'd long since lost track of how many hours he'd been riding. His father would surely be in a frenzy now. Erza would be commanding the royal guard in a search for him. Gray would be cursing himself for being unable to prevent his departure.

Natsu was glad of his and his steeds’ flames at that moment. They had successfully burned the trail.

Now he just had to find a lonely wolf.

It was then he heard the howl. It was primal and filled with grief. It sounded close.

Natsu turned Flame in the direction of the sound. He felt how tense the animal had become beneath him. Atlas Flame had always been a fierce stallion. Yet, a metal studded wolf as large as he was and strong to boot was something he shied away from.

Natsu just hoped that as a pair they could hold their ground. Speed was in their favour after all. Even if the rugged terrain was not.

.

Lucy stumbled down the staircase. Her heart hammered beneath her breast, blood roaring through her ears. She panted and gasped.

She hadn't suffered Bloodlust this strongly for a long time. She needed to feel magic in her veins again, she needed to feel alive again.

Lucy felt as though she were drowning. The only colour she could see was red. It burned the edges of her vision. She wondered briefly how horrific she must appear at this moment. Her eyes would be glowing red, the severity of her condition slitting her pupils, and dark sinister shadows spread out around her eyes. She panted and her tongue brushed past her fangs to wet her lips. She lost count how many times she'd accidentally bitten herself in the beginning.

Lucy was heading to the pantry. She knew she wouldn't find what she needed there. She was staggering through the kitchen, vaguely aware of shattered glass beneath her feet.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her head. She hissed at the sensation. Cold sweat ran down her neck. Her head throbbed. She tried to scream. Her throat was too parched to make a sound. She clawed long nails at her neck. She was suffocating. The pain surged in her head. Stronger. Her legs gave way. Her vision failed her. She collapsed to the ground among the glass.

.

Natsu clucked the reluctant stallion forward. They carefully navigated sharp rocks and uneven ground. Natsu didn't favour his odds. He could see tracks. He could also see glints among the rocks. There must be an iron vein nearby. Natsu had to be on the right track.

His nose told him so.

His sensitive ears detected a low growling nearby. Too late, he realised it came from behind him.

‘Shit!’

He whirled Flame on the spot. The horse rose onto hind legs, nostrils flaring and hooves flailing.

Before them loomed a gigantic black wolf. Studded piercings adorned his facial features, and were littered among his legs within his thick coat. His right foreleg was scarred, missing patches of hair.

But his eyes were certainly his most terrifying feature. They flashed an angry crimson.

‘Gajeel!’

The wolf ignored the cry of his name. He lunged forward.

The stallion rose again, ears pinned back. Ignited hooves struck out. Natsu threw himself forward in the saddle, hoping to keep his partner balanced.

Gajeel tumbled behind them, smouldering ash on his shoulder. He snapped his teeth, snarling. The wolf pounced once more. Atlas Flame bucked defiantly as sharp claws struck his rump. But the wolf's grip held fast. Hooves slid on the gravelly surface.

Natsu swore. He hadn't expected Gajeel to be so out of control. He hung low over Flames’ powerful neck. He gritted his teeth. He turned in the saddle, fire erupting from his fist.

Gajeel adjusted his jaw, trying to bite into the flesh. A shrill whinny rang through the air, and as Natsu turned, aiming his fist to swing at the wolf, Atlas Flame leapt upwards in a wild bronk and surged across the gravel, losing balance.

Both Natsu and Gajeel were thrown from the stallions’ back. Free of his burden, the agile creature staggered only for a moment and galloped away from them.

Natsu felt the wind knocked from his lungs. He groaned loudly. He felt like he'd had a mountain dropped on him. A ferocious snarl snapped him back to his senses. Huge paws descended on him, and he clumsily rolled to the side. He narrowly avoided being crushed.

He wasn't so lucky as he thought. He'd been too slow. He felt it then. The sharp claw that had impaled his side. He felt it. And it hurt.

Impulsive fury took over him. He inhaled rapidly as carnivorous teeth flew toward his face and he roared. A jet stream of fire burst forth, hurling the wolf from him with a yelp.

Gajeel growled low, disgruntled, recovering his footing. The wolf in him decided the meal was not worth being burned for. He shook the embers from his fur before turning and loping away.

Natsu panted. He slumped onto his back, a hand on his side. The claw had torn his flesh as he'd roared fire at the wolf.

‘Stupid metal head.’

Thanks to Gajeel, Natsu had now lost his steed. He grumbled unhappily.

‘Bolt-for-brains. Dumb dog.’ Natsu muttered insults until he felt he'd recovered his breath back. He pouted to himself. Now what?

He had found Gajeel, and that had not turned out in his favour. He needed to find somewhere to rest and re-evaluate his plans. He sat himself up, a hand on his side. The wound didn't feel quite so deep as he initially thought, but it was still going be a hindrance to him until it healed.

He absorbed his surroundings. He appeared to be perched on the side of a mountain, besides thick forested area. Nearby, he glanced over a stone-built structure. He was far from home, no doubt of that. Scanning his location, it took his eyes a moment to realise that the stone structure was part of what looked like an ancient castle. It was in mild disrepair, abandoned, he assumed. It wouldn't take too long for him to get to the entrance, even on foot. There surely had to be supplies remaining inside.

But first. He grimaced, raising his torn and bodied shirt. The wound was certainly an eyesore. He steeled himself, carefully igniting his hand. Then, counting quickly to 3, Natsu pressed the fire to his flesh. He'd always hated the smell. He hissed through his teeth in painful discomfort. He knew he'd made messy work of it, but at least his injury was cauterised. For now anyway.

With that taken care of, he began his hike to the ruined structure.

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The first thing he was aware as he entered through the groaning wooden doorway was the smell. The coppery scent that hit him firmly in the nose. A frown pulled down on his features. He tugged his white scaled scarf over his nose. It had been gifted to him by his father many a year ago, and he’d not parted with it ever since. Right now, it proved to be very effective in reducing the assault on his nose.

His curious nature had the better of him. He still held his injured side, not caring for the stains on his shirt or the way the damp material clung and stained his palm.

He followed the scent through winding hallways and corridors until he found himself in what appeared to be an old kitchen, including a pantry cupboard to his near side. His eyes fell to the scene before him. Glass, shattered everywhere, and splatters of blood. What had happened? And in the middle of it all, he saw her.

At first, he thought her a corpse. A shiver ran down his spine. She was laid on her back, pale gold hair spread out around her like a halo. She had always had a smooth, pale complexion, but now she was as white as snow, with dark rings around her eyes. It was when he heard a pained whine escape her, he realised with a start that she was in fact alive.

‘Hey! Are you ok? What happened!’ He rushed to her, scarf flying from his neck, discarded.

He knelt beside her. He looped an arm around her shoulders, raising her. His hand reached to brush the hair from her face. He grimaced at the red smear he left behind on her cheek. She was as cold as ice.

‘Can you hear me?’

She began to stir in his hold. Relief flooded him, exhaling slowly.

Then her eyes snapped open. Her pupils burned crimson, slitted and stark against fathomless darkness. The image of them would be forever burned into Natsu's mind. A noise, halfway between a snarl and a hiss erupted from her mouth. Her sharp predatory teeth flashed in the pale light. She pounced, surging upwards. Even with draconic instincts, he was too slow to react. Fangs tore into the soft flesh of his throat, cutting into his arteries like knives.

Natsu gasped, emptying all air from his lungs. He felt paralysed, struck by lightning, his muscles frozen and rigid. His mind screamed. He heard a pleasant groan. The girl had a hand fisted in his hair, the other like a vice grip on his shoulder. Her mouth remained locked to his neck. She drank greedily and deeply from him. Natsu could feel his life force being drained away from him. He briefly thought her a starved and vicious animal. In panic, he desperately tried to channel his magic. A flame burst to life in his hand. But as she drank, his eyes widened in horror as the flame slowly shrank and at last died out. She hadn't even been aware, still lapping at his blood. His magical energy was being sapped away too. Natsu felt himself growing weaker. Her weight leaned heavily on him, and he crumpled over, falling onto his back, with her on top of him.

The thud as they hit ground jolted through the blonde girl. Her mouth released his neck with a wet popping noise. She blinked, her mind clearing away a heavy fog. The first thing that registered was that she felt warm. She rose upright slowly, unaware yet of the body she sat on.

Natsu barely noticed that she'd stopped drinking. His vision blurred at the edges. He tried to focus his attention on her. Now that the shock of being bitten faded, he found himself able to move again. He watched her carefully. It was like she was possessed a moment ago. What a weird vampire he'd discovered. He reached towards her, a hoarse sound escaping him.

She suddenly realised that she was, in fact, not alone. Her eyes locked with his. She screamed, scrabbling away from him. He visibly flinched at the noise.

‘Why are you here!’ she shrieked, pointing at him accusingly.

Natsu didn't answer her. His vision faded to black and his body went limp.

[dracdad-a]

A moment.

Dracula talks to Martha.

  "I know," he began, his arms hugging his legs closely to his chest; eyes staring into the lovely artificial eyes he's spent countless hours looking into, "I haven't done this since Mavis got married, but..." somehow, it wasn't the same. The eyecolor was the same, and the expression was just as warm as the real thing, he remembered. And oh, he remembered.

But the painting lacked... that certain something her eyes had once held -- beautiful, drawing him in like a magnet and wrapping his heart in a much needed gentle embrace.

  The room was dark; not even candles had been lit, and yet Dracula could see perfectly. His eyes glowed a faint hue of blue in the pitch-blackness of the room as he sat uncomfortably on the floor, talking to someone who wasn't really there.

  "... But I just had to say something. I uh. I met -- someone." Inwardly, he winced a little; glanced downwards. "Mavy thought it'd be a good idea for us to go out on vacation for once -- and well, as you could imagine, I wasn't really that excited at first. But it was kind of fun, I guess. We went out on this -- cruise ship." A pause, his pale lips twitched. "I know; me, on a boat. Yes, that's... very funny, Martha," the last part was said more quietly, a dull and persistent pain creeping into his chest.

  "I zinged," he blurted out after a long silence had passed, and somehow, he felt a weigh being lifted off his shoulders. "With the captain. Her name is... Ericka. Ericka Van Helsing." Dracula frowned. "Yes, I know how that sounds -- that man was crazy. He's still alive, by the way. Somehow. But she's... nice. And she's not going to hurt me, I'm fine.

  "She's very kind and clever. Mavis and her are getting along pretty well. But -- don't get me wrong, honey. I... I still miss you a lot. I just had to -- move on. Frank said it wasn't good for me, so I tried. It didn't feel as bad as I'd thought -- taking off the... our wedding ring. It's been a very long time, and it wasn't making me feel any good." A long sigh escaped from inside his lungs. "I'm... I'm sorry. But I'm sure you would've wanted me to be happy. Wouldn't you?

  "He tried to kill us in Atlantis -- her gread-grandfather. Almost succeeded, until she saved me. She saved all of us, monsters. And... yeah, Johnny did, too." A ghost of a smile made its way onto his facial features, and the vampire shook his head. "Mavis is very happy with him; oh, you would be so proud of her. She's grown up so much, our little baby.

  "Oh, I'm a grandfather now! I forgot to tell. We are... both grandparents, darling. His name is Dennis. He has all this -- red curly hair on his little head, just like his own dad. But he's a vampire. Not that it matters, of course, but he got his fangs on his fifth birthday! He's a very sweet kid." His smile had widened tenfold, to the point he was actually grinning now; his long fangs peeking from behind his lips.

  Then, a noise. His sensitive ears picked up a barely noticeable sound coming from the closed door a few metres away from where he sat. His smile fell, and his brows furrowed into a frown, his head cocking to one side in curiosity and in order to hear better.

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  Outside, Ericka was feeling conflicted; her small hand covered her mouth as she tried to carefully listen in to what her boyfriend (was that the correct term?) spoke to his deceased wife. A cocktel of emotions swirled in the pit of her stomach: jealousy, sadness, pity, guilt.

  What should she do? Should she dare say something? The human wondered if Drac could even hear her breathing from out here, for what something all these years of studying his kind had taught her, was that their senses were much more developed than hers. But maybe not.

  Wait, why had he suddenly gone so quiet again?

  The wooden door creaked open, and a very confused Count looked at her from inside the room; his hand holding said door open.

  "Oh, uh. Hey."

  "Hello." What was she doing out here? Had she been listening in? "What -- What are you doing here, honey?"

  "I was just... Sorry. This isn't -- This isn't what it looks like."

  He raised an eyebrow.

  "I mean," she interjected, "it... maybe is, but I couldn't help it. I'm sorry, Drac. I got worried."

  The vampire's expression softened. "I'm fine, don't worry. I was only..."

  "Oh no, you don't have to explain yourself. Just... do you want some company?" He shouldn't sulk on his own like this, it wasn't healthy.

  "... I don't know."

  She frowned, a little rejected. "Ah, Okay."

  "Okay?"

  "I mean -- if you'd rather -- instead spend time with --" She outright winced. That sounded horrible. She was awful.

  Ouch. "No, no. I just need some alone time, I promise." He shifted a little on his spot, awkwardly. "It's... not -- Ericka. My wife... Martha. You and her -- What you and I have is not the same. From what she and I had. I know we haven't talked about this, but... maybe we should."

  She nodded, agreeing with him. "Yeah."

  "But not now. I'm..." Dracula glanced away. Why was it so hard to put his thoughts into words sometimes?

  "It's fine," she reassured him softly, placing a hand over his chest, his heart beating slowly but strong under her fingertips. "We can talk later. But... are you sure you want to --"

  "No. You can come in."

  She blinked up at him, quite surprised. "All right."

  The first thing Ericka noticed once the door had closed behind her, was the darkness -- but that soon changed when, with a graceful wave of his own hand, a couple of candles got magically lit. Her eyes landed on the huge painting that hung from the wall, and slowly, she approached it, filled to the brim with curiosity.

  A long hand placed itself on her shoulder -- Drac's hand -- and she looked up at him.

  "We were together for a very long time. Almost three-hundred years. Martha was... my soulmate. She was my everything."

  Some jealousy bubbled up inside her chest again, which she unsuccessfully tried to drown. Unfortunately, he glanced down at her right then.

  "But you're my soulmate too. Don't ever doubt that," he added softly, blue eyes linked with hers. "I love you."

  She smiled.

  "What was her favorite color?"

  "What?"

  "Her favorite color?"

  "Oh. Red. It was deep red."

  Her smile grew. "My great-grandfather likes blue."

  "Hrm."

  "I know he's kind of... But he's my family too."

  The vampire chuckled lightly. "That's how I feel about my father. He can really be a bit too much sometimes. And no one can get on my nerves like he can. It's impressive, really."

  "Hah. Well, maybe all four of us are trying our best now."

  "I hope so -- he's still annoying."

  "Who, your father, or my great-grandfather?"

  A thoughful little hum. "Both."

  Ericka laughed, and he held her closer.