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Bite-Sized (12) - A BG3 G/t Fanfic

This contains g/t (giant/tiny content) so if that isn't your thing, then I suggest you stop reading. Thank you!

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Summary: Astarion finds Ria unconscious after her encounter with Minthara. The others are still unaware of Ria's whereabouts and it quickly backfires once Astarion returns to camp.

Pairing: Astarion x f!borrower!oc (Tav/oc) (slow-burn)

Warnings: Blood drinking, gore, vampire stuff, swearing/course language.

Word count: 4.3k

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A rasping, gurgling sound was the only noise that came out of Minthara’s throat as more blood oozed out of the wound. The sweet, metallic scent of blood flooded Astarion’s senses and his stomach lurched. He was so hungry, and the drow was weakened and vulnerable…if he was quick, he could sate his hunger and put an end to her before any of the goblin guards decided to venture into the room.

“Y-You wretch,” Minthara managed to choke out, blood bubbling from her chapped lips as she sent him a scathing look. “Gua-”

Before she could finish her sentence, Astarion lunged towards the drow’s neck and sank his fangs deep into her flesh. He wrenched the dagger free from Minthara’s chest, more blood now gushing out of the raw wound in the process as he drank deeply. Minthara’s knees buckled as Astarion continued to drain her life force, her body growing weaker by the second. A ripple of pleasure shuddered throughout his body as he tasted the drow’s blood on his tongue, it was as rich as wine and it filled his mouth with warmth. He could feel Minthara’s body stiffen as he continued to drink, her pulse becoming weaker with each passing moment as life slipped away from her.

With one final gulp, Minthara’s body went completely limp in his grasp, and her lifeless body slumped to the floor. Astarion licked the delicious crimson off his lips, his stomach somewhat full, at least momentarily until he needed to feed again. His gaze quickly flicked across the floor and saw Ria’s tiny, broken body lying on the solid stone floor. Immediately he rushed towards her small frame, dropping to one knee, he leaned over her and his heart welled.

She was so small, so delicate. He was afraid that if he reached down to touch her, she would shatter into a million pieces. Her body was so battered and broken, one arm in a very awkward and unnatural angle, and her head was bleeding onto the floor. Hastily he rummaged through his small daypack and pulled out a Potion of Healing. Since she was so small, she would only need a tiny drop of the potion to heal. Very carefully he tilted the open bottle over her bruised body and parted her mouth open using the tip of his index finger, being very mindful not to accidentally damage her any further. A small drop splashed onto her mouth, some of it going down her throat, but a lot of it went on her face.

Gods, please be alright!

His chest tightened as he waited anxiously for the potion to take effect. He couldn’t explain why, but a feeling of protectiveness surged throughout his entire body. Never had he felt the need to protect anyone like this, let alone someone so incredibly small. He tried to push the feeling away, but it was terribly persistent, and refused to leave his brain. Perhaps it was the tadpole again, making him feel stupid things about the borrower.

The potion finally began to kick in as the purple bruises on Ria’s skin began to vanish, the bloodied wound on her head healing completely, and her arm shifted back into place until it looked normal again. Moving his ears, he picked up the very faint and small sound of Ria’s heartbeat.

He exhaled deeply, a feeling of relief washing over him, as he continued to listen to the small thump, thump, thump of the borrower’s heartbeat. She was alive.

Thank the gods…

Despite her present pulse and healed wounds, Ria’s little body refused to stir. Very gently he stroked the tip of his finger down her slender arm, but the borrower didn’t move a muscle. His gaze darted around the room, keeping a lookout for any Scrying Eyes or goblins that might notice him standing there. He needed to get out of there quick, before anyone noticed him beside Minthara’s corpse.

Cautiously, he moved Ria’s body into his hands and almost immediately he wanted to bring her closer to his chest. She was so warm, something that he hadn’t felt since he had been turned. The warmth from her tiny body quickly spread throughout his hand, and he cupped her gently against his chest before moving her into his pocket near his breast. There was a part of him that wanted to hold her in his hand for longer, but he knew now was not the time nor the place for anything like that.

“Astarion!”

The pale elf stiffened as he watched Gale, Karlach, and Wyll enter the room. All three of them stared at him dumbfoundingly, their jaws slack open as their eyes trailed over to Minthara’s bloodied corpse on the stone floor.

“Gods, Astarion, you couldn’t wait to kill someone before we got here?” Karlach exclaimed, striding over towards where the dead drow lay.

A small exhale parted from his lips as he realised that none of them had walked in when he had healed Ria. They were all still completely unaware of the small borrower now tucked safely in his breast pocket, and that relaxed his nerves slightly.

“What can I say? I just couldn’t help myself,” Astarion answered, licking the remnants of drow blood off his lips.

“Clearly not,” Karlach remarked.

“Fortunately, we need to kill all three of the goblin leaders if we want to help the tieflings in the grove,” Wyll said. “We managed to free the archdruid, Halsin, but we told him to wait in the worg pens until we had cleared out the camp.” He leaned down, inspecting the drow’s corpse. “Minthara was one of them. That means we just have Dror Ragzlin and Priestess Gut to finish off.”

“Well, I’ve just made that easier for all of us,” Astarion said somewhat smugly. “Now all we need to do is kill two more leaders and some goblins. Sounds like a great lot of fun if you ask me.”

“You weren’t seen by anyone, were you?” Gale asked, glancing around the room somewhat anxiously. “There are Scrying Eyes about, not to mention goblins everywhere. I hope you were careful.”

Astarion rolled his eyes and heaved a loud sigh. “Please, Gale, sneaking around unseen is one of my many talents. Killing the drow quietly was like taking candy from a gnome.”

“Fair point, Astarion.” Gale paused as his hazel eyes suddenly grew very wide. “By Mystra, we forgot to press Minthara for questions!”

Karlach’s face immediately fell upon hearing the wizard’s words. “Oh no, we fucking did! Shit, I promised Ria that we would do it and everything! She’s going to be so disappointed…”

“Astarion, please tell me that you pressed the drow for answers?” Wyll asked the pale elf, his gaze hardening. “This was very important for her.”

Astarion bit his lip as he racked his brain to think of what to say. He hadn’t managed to overhear Ria’s conversation with the drow, as he arrived just before she had fired a bolt of electricity out of her fingers. That was another thing as well, the fact that the borrower could do magic was truly something unusual and very unexpected. He would have to question Ria about that later.

“I do have some Speak with the Dead scrolls in my daypack,” Gale quickly said, rummaging around in his pack for the scroll.

“N-no, it’s quite alright,” Astarion swiftly interjected, realising that if they used the Speak with the Dead spell, they would discover that Ria had been there all along with Minthara. “I got all the information that Ria needed. I’ll tell her when we’re back at camp.”

All three of them exchanged glances between each other, staring quizzically at Astarion.

“You really did that?” Wyll questioned.

“That was awfully nice of you Fangs,” Karlach said, her golden eyes widening.

“I am capable of doing the right thing from time to time,” Astarion replied. “Let’s get going, shall we? We have a lot of goblins left to kill and I’m still feeling rather peckish.”

Gale eyed up the pale elf with searing scepticism, his brown gaze almost boring into the vampire’s skull as he tried to decipher his words. Unfortunately for the wizard, Astarion was an expert when it came to lying.

“I was pretty certain you hated Ria,” Gale said, his eyes narrowing. “It seems very odd to me that you would go out of your way to help her like that.”

“Well, what can I say? Even a little borrower can have its charms,” Astarion said smoothly, a grin plastering itself across his angular features. “I thought it was the least that I could do, after everything that I’ve put her through.”

“How thoughtful of you,” Gale responded, scepticism still evident on his face, but it had lessened to a degree.

“I think we should really discuss this back at camp,” Wyll said firmly, his eyes scanning the room somewhat frantically. “Goblins could walk in any second now and we have a lot of work to do.”

“You’re right Wyll,” Gale answered, heaving a small sigh. “Let’s get going then.”

As the four of them left the room, Astarion’s hand hovered protectively over the small passenger that was resting soundly in his pocket. Perhaps he was growing soft, or the tadpole was affecting his judgement, but he couldn’t deny that his undead heart was filled with worry for the tiny borrower. He could only hope that she would wake up soon, otherwise he would have a lot of explaining to do when they got back to camp.

***

“Tsk’va! Shadowheart, you will return what rightfully belongs to me!” Lae’zel growled fiercely, her hands balled into fists as she glared at the half-elf.

“You are utterly deluded to believe that it belongs to you of all people,” Shadowheart snapped back, tossing her ebony braid over her shoulder dismissively. “I won’t warn you again.”

Astarion and the others had returned to camp after successfully freeing the archdruid Halsin and eliminating the goblin leaders. Halsin had left to go inform Zevlor of the news and to deal with the druid, Kagha, and prevent her and the rest of the druids from completing the ritual in the Emerald Grove. Now Astarion, Gale, Karlach, and Wyll stared at the event that was transpiring before their very eyes. Lae’zel and Shadowheart were at each other’s throats, most likely squabbling over the artefact that Shadowheart had been carrying with her since the Nautiloid crash.

While everyone else was at a loss for words, Astarion couldn’t help himself but to smile at the drama that was unfolding.

“Oh, this does look quite a show,” Astarion smirked. “It seems we came back at just the right time.”

“What in the Nine Hells are you two doing?” Wyll exclaimed, pushing himself in between the githyanki and the cleric. “Get a hold of yourselves!”

“Shadowheart carries an heirloom of my people. I demand she return it to me at once and explain why in the name of the mother gith that she even has it!” Lae’zel hissed, her lips curling back to reveal pointed teeth.

“I’ve said this already, it has nothing to do with her,” Shadowheart persisted.

“Lies!” Lae’zel retorted. “This has everything to do with me. Now hand it to me if you ever want to see the light of day again.”

“Stop this, please!” Karlach pleaded, rushing in towards them but being mindful to keep her distance. “Shadowheart, this isn’t worth any bloodshed. Can’t you and Lae’zel meet somewhere in the middle?”

Shadowheart’s dark eyes flicked to the tiefling, and her gaze immediately softened. There was a change in her expression, as if she was suddenly feeling conflicted now that Karlach was asking her to stop. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words mustered from her lips. Heaving a defeated sigh, she turned to look directly at Lae’zel.

“Let’s leave this, shall we? There’s no point in fighting over something like this when we have the pressing issue of these tadpoles in our brains,” Shadowheart said calmly.

A growl resonated in the back of Lae’zel’s throat, her gaze so sharp it could cut through diamonds as she glared at the cleric standing before her.

“Chk! You think something like this can be settled with just words? No, honour demands I take something from you.”

“Why don’t we wait until tomorrow to sort this debacle out? We’ll be hosting a party tonight and both of your tempers will be cool enough by tomorrow,” Wyll commented. “There is no need for fighting amongst ourselves. We can’t afford to given our condition.”

“I doubt the gith’s wits will be any sharper by then,” Shadowheart retorted.

“I do not wish to spill blood here,” Lae’zel interjected, staring intensely at the cleric with distaste. “Come daylight, we will find a place to end this.”

“No, you will absolutely not be ending anything!” Karlach shouted, her skin illuminating vibrant flickers of orange fire as her engine flared. “Listen to Wyll. There is no need for any of this. Please.”

“I do apologise for interrupting,” Gale suddenly said, who had been completely quiet up until now. “But may I ask where our borrower guest is? I don’t see her anywhere.”

Astarion felt his stomach drop like a stone.

The entire camp went deathly quiet as everyone processed Gale’s words, and soon everyone was staring at both Lae’zel and Shadowheart for answers.

“We…we haven’t seen her since you left this morning,” Shadowheart said breathlessly, panic seeping into her voice. “I assumed she had just returned to her tent.”

For the first time since Astarion had met Lae’zel, the gith looked anxious. It was unusual to see her so stressed about something given her stone cold and ruthless demeanour towards most things. But right at that moment, the harsh façade she usually displayed was fracturing at the edges as worry quickly spread across her features.

“Ria!” Lae’zel cried out, immediately rushing to the borrower’s small tent. “Are you there? Answer me!”

When Lae’zel was met with nothing, she tentatively opened the flap of the tent with a clawed finger.

“She isn’t there,” Lae’zel breathed heavily, stepping away from the reduced tent rather numbly.

“Both of you were meant to be keeping watch at camp while we were gone,” Wyll said sternly. “What in the Nine Hells were you doing? Didn’t you stop and think where Ria was amidst all this?”

“Truthfully, we didn’t,” Shadowheart answered grimly. “We were…distracted.”

“Oh gods, I hope she’s okay,” Karlach said, scanning around the camp frantically. “She’s so small, anything could’ve happened to her! What if an animal got her?”

While the rest of the group frantically searched for Ria, Astarion remained silent as his stomach twisted into knots. If he pulled Ria out of his pocket now, he would be in for a hell of a beating from just about everyone, especially Lae’zel. In fact, he’d be lucky if he even survived. For now, the best course of action was to keep to himself and wait for the right moment to remove Ria from his pocket when she was awake and not in the presence of the rest of the group.

He swallowed thickly, freezing in place like a statue when he felt the dagger dislodge itself from his gums and slip towards his throat.

Shit! Not now!

The sharp blade stabbed his throat which instantly triggered his gag reflex. Instinctively he began to cough harshly, the blade jostling free from his throat and onto the soft expanse of his tongue. Without thinking, he spat the dagger out into the palm of his hand, releasing a small sigh now that the stabbing pain in his mouth and throat was gone.

Astarion quickly realised what a grave mistake that was.

He had caught the eyes of everyone in camp from coughing, and now all his companions were staring at him intently with shock as all of them gazed at the tiny dagger in the centre of his palm.

“Is that…” Shadowheart murmured softly, her eyes widening with horror as she stared at Astarion’s palm.

“That is Ria’s dagger,” Wyll said grimly, his eyes dark.

“No…not Ria,” Gale whispered softly, his face contorted in disbelief and horror. “Astarion, how could you do that?”

“Hold on, it’s not what it looks like,” Astarion said breathlessly as everyone started to crowd around him. “You must believe me. I didn’t hurt her, I swear it-!”

“Astarion, why the fuck would you do that?!” Karlach exclaimed loudly, tears beginning to swell in her eyes. “She was just a little borrower! She didn’t do anything wrong!”

“Karlach, please, calm down,” Astarion said. “I can honestly say that I did not hurt her. I know this looks bad, but, please, believe me.”

Ignoring the vampire spawn’s words, Karlach rushed towards him and crouched down so that she was eye-level with Astarion’s stomach. The tears that spilled from her eyes were almost evaporated into steam in an instant, creating a small cloud of mist around the tiefling’s head.

“Hold on soldier, we’re going to get you out of there!” Karlach shouted at Astarion’s stomach in between sobs. “Just hold on tight! You’ll be okay!”

“I swear I did not eat her!” Astarion protested. “If you just let me, I’ll tell you everything!”

“That will not be necessary,” Lae’zel’s cold voice cut through the still air like a knife through butter. “It is painstakingly obvious what you have done. I will fillet you, Astarion, and rip out your spinal cord and wear it as a necklace once I have freed Ria from your wretched insides.”

Lae’zel unsheathed her longsword and pointed it directly at Astarion. She was poised like a venomous snake, ready to strike him down at any moment.

“Move, Karlach,” Lae’zel hissed through gritted teeth, her eyes blazing with pure fury.

“Hold on, you might hurt her!” Karlach turned to face Lae’zel, her eyes puffy from crying. “We have to do this carefully if we want to get her out alive.”

“I could extract her with magic,” Gale chimed in, his hands glowing with the essence of the Weave as he began to prepare a spell. “Sit tight, Astarion, this won’t hurt a bit – but don’t think we’re going to let you off so easily. We will unleash Lae’zel and all her fury onto you once Ria is safe.”

“Chk, fine.” Lae’zel angrily sheathed her sword, not taking her seething gaze off Astarion. “I will destroy you for this, spawn.”

“Please, just listen to me!” Astarion yelled at the top of his lungs. If his undead heart could beat, it would be threatening to tear itself out of his chest right at that very moment. “For the last time, I did not eat her! If you would just allow me to explain, I can tell you what happened.”

“I think you’ve said enough, Astarion,” Shadowheart remarked. “We all know how badly you wanted to eat her since she first arrived in the camp.”

As his companions inched closer towards him, something stirred in Astarion’s breast pocket. He glanced down and saw Ria’s tiny head pop out of the lip of his pocket, her blue eyes blinking as she slowly came to her senses. Relief immediately flooded through him upon seeing Ria’s tired face staring at everyone around her. The healing potion had worked and now she was finally conscious again, and just at the right time.

“W-What…” Ria murmured, her voice thick with sleep as she drank in her surroundings. “What is going on? What happened?”

A hushed silence fell over the entire camp as everyone processed what was happening. A few seconds passed as nobody said anything, everyone was too stunned to even muster a word.

“She’s alive,” Wyll finally said. “Astarion was telling the truth after all.”

“Thank Mystra!” Gale cried, lowering his hands as the magic of the Weave left his fingertips, relief spreading across his face. “Perhaps we jumped to conclusions a little too quickly.”

“Thank the gods!” Karlach exclaimed, wiping the evaporating tears from her eyes. “She’s fine…fuck, I was almost ready to tear your head off Astarion.”

Astarion grimaced as the image of Karlach ripping his head off and Lae’zel tearing his spine out flashed through his brain vividly. He was glad that Ria chose to wake up when she did, otherwise he would’ve met a very gruesome fate.

Lae’zel’s expression relaxed, the burning scowl from her features mostly vanished but the gith was still staring at the pale elf intently. “Chk. Tell us, Astarion, why do you have Ria in your pocket?”

“Wait, you brought Ria to the Goblin Camp?” Karlach spluttered.

I suppose this was unavoidable…

He pressed his lips together thinly before inhaling a steady breath. “Yes, fine, I took her with me. But she wanted to come. All of you didn’t want her to come along, and this was important to her, so I was a gentleman and obliged her.” He flashed a small grin, but no one reciprocated it.

“Gods above, Astarion, we were going to find out the information for her!” Gale snapped, pushing towards the spawn. “It was incredibly dangerous and stupid for you to bring her along with you, didn’t you think about that? She could’ve been seriously hurt, or even worse!”

“I realise that,” Astarion hissed, his fangs flashing for a small moment as he glared at the wizard. “But this is what she wanted. And she’s perfectly fine.”

“Why don’t we ask Ria that?” Wyll said coldly.

Ria, who was still safely tucked in Astarion’s pocket, was still blinking away confusion over what was happening. Everyone fell silent as they all waited for the borrower to respond.

“Um…” Ria rasped. “I…I did go with Astarion. It was my choice.”

“But how did your dagger end up in Astarion’s mouth?” Shadowheart questioned, quirking a brow. “That is a very peculiar place for your dagger to be, and I hardly think Astarion was holding it in there to keep it warm for you.”

Astarion stiffened as his breath caught in his throat. Just how much of the truth was Ria going to say? Would she tell them everything that happened or will she lie? He hated to think what Lae’zel would do to him if she found out that he had put Ria in his jaws unwillingly. He chewed the bottom of his lip nervously as he waited with bated breath for the borrower to answer.

“I-I…” Ria stammered, her cheeks flushing a faint shade of pink. “I’d rather not talk about it, please. I’m tired. Can’t we discuss this later? It’s been…one hell of a day.”

“I agree, we should discuss this later,” Wyll said, his gaze softening upon seeing how exhausted Ria was. “It’s been a long day for all of us. Besides, the tiefling’s and the archdruid will be here soon.”

“W-What?” Ria coughed, her eyes widening with shock. “What do you mean?”

“After we defeated the goblin leaders, Zevlor, the leader of the tieflings in the grove, offered to celebrate by throwing a party for us,” Gale explained. “They will most likely be here any minute now.”

Ria’s jaw slacked open as she digested Gale’s words and her eyes grew very wide. “They’ll be here…any minute?!” Her breath hitched and Astarion could feel her squirm against his chest. “Put me on the ground. Now.”

Astarion pinched Ria’s waist in between his index finger and thumb and placed her softly on the ground below. Before anyone could say anything to the borrower, she immediately sprinted away from everyone as fast as she could.

“Ria,” Astarion said softly, his chest tightened as he watched her scamper away.

Lae’zel looked conflicted, as if she was silently debating whether to chase after her or not, but the gith did not move from her spot.

“I think it’s best that we leave her for now,” Wyll said.

“Poor little thing,” Karlach murmured, her gaze forlorn.

“It may have been an oversight that we didn’t consult Ria first about having the party,” Gale commented, his brows furrowed. “Being surrounding by seven giants is one thing, but dozens of them? Now that is quite a difference.”

Wyll nodded in agreement. “It was a bit selfish of us not to think of her. But there isn’t a lot we can do about it now; we should start to get ready."

While the rest of the group began to prepare for the evening ahead, Astarion’s thoughts were distracted. A part of him wanted to go follow Ria, and he surprised himself that he even felt the need to go after her at all. He had put her through a lot today to say the least, and he wasn’t sure what information she had managed to pry from the drow. Hopefully she had found out what she wanted to know, although perhaps it hadn’t been the answers she had been looking for.

It wasn’t long before the druid, Halsin, and Zevlor with his group of tieflings arrived. They brought plenty of wine and food, much to Astarion’s delight. While he would much prefer to be drinking blood, he could make do with some wine for the time being. Not like he could taste much anyway given his vampiric nature. He swiftly opened a bottle of wine with ease and pressed it to his lips. It had to be better than the goblin beer he had the misfortune of tasting earlier that day. His expression quickly soured as the foul taste of vinegar spread across his tastebuds and he lowered the bottle in disappointment. Oh, what he would do for goblet full of blood.

Still clutching the wine bottle in his hand, his gaze scanned across the camp as cheers of celebration filled the night air. He hadn’t seen Ria since she had run off and worry began to flicker deep inside his chest as he thought about her. Shaking his head lightly, he attempted to dismiss the thought festering in his brain, but it refused to leave.

There was no use in pushing it away anymore, he had to find her. Clicking his tongue in annoyance, he honed in on her scent amidst the tieflings and began his search.

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ikeprinces-stuff · 12 days ago

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[🌹𝑹𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝑶𝒇 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆🎻]

Fandom : Ikemen prince

Characters : Leon Dompteur x Romarin ?????? [OC]

“𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰'𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬' 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲” :

𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦... 𝘐𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵-

𝘈𝘯 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 ... 🦁🥀

𝘈 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ... 🐦‍⬛🎻

Leon, the mighty king of Rhodolite, has long yearned to break free from the shackles of his lonely existence. His once devoted heart, now a hollow shell, was left shattered when his beloved chose to depart, allowing him to ascend the throne and fulfill his lifelong dream. Yet, in the midst of his royal isolation, a captivating violin melody graces his ears, stirring something deep within his very core.

It's not just his senses that are enchanted, but his heart as well. A new tale begins to unfold for the king of beasts, one filled with the promise of companionship and authenticity. But who is this mysterious virtuoso, able to move the melancholic monarch in ways no one has before? As conspiracies and intrigue swirl around them, Leon and the violinist are pulled into a vortex of their shared past - one that was once painted in bleak hues, but one that is remolded by the harmonies of the violin.

Will this serendipitous encounter be the key to unlocking the fullness of life the bitter king has always craved? Or will the shadows of yore tear asunder the fragile bond forming between these two lost souls?

Chapters :

Tendon Entanglement (1.5k)

The Melody Of A Kiss (1.7k)

Two Cups Of Warm Love (1.5k)

Symphony Of Longing (2k)

Lost Souls Found In Music (3k)

Whispers Of An Itinerant Heart (3k)

Harmonies Of Intrigue (4k)

The Injured Songbird (4k)

Chords Of A Caged Heart (3k)

Tagging who might appreciate the series: @the-bird-and-the-flute @aquagirl1978 @reborn-elven-spirit @chirp-a-chirp @fang-and-feather @queengiuliettafirstlady @wistfulwanderingone @william-rex

#ikemen prince #ikemen prince oc #ikeprince oc #ikepri oc #Leon x OC #leon x oc #Leon x Romarin

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kirikorik · 14 days ago

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“Sour-Sweet”

Кол Майклсон × fem!reader/OC

Часть 1! Часть 2! Часть 3!

АО3

Summary: — “Who knew you'd be so fragile?” — said Kol Mikaelson when I died with his blood in my body. — “You’re all I need.” — his whisper and his plea. — “And for that, I will hate you like sour-sweet blood.” — one more word, and he’ll snap my neck. — “My sweet liar.” — and once again, I'm not needed by him. All alone once more.

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18+! The BLOOD-PLAY! Vaginal sex! Virginity! Masturbation! Mutual masturbation! Overstimulation! Bites/hickeys! Death/murders! Depression! Angst! Drama! Unhealthy relationships!

I don't know English. Maybe there are a lot of mistakes. ♡♡♡

— “He was doomed. And I'm still not to blame.”

I hate him. I hate him with every shattered shard of my soul. With every venomous sigh, every biting word stuck on the tip of my tongue. With every wretched thought about him. I hate Kol Mikaelson.

I hate his shadow, I hate his gaze and his voice. I hate him with every beat of my terrified heart, with every painful gasp of air in my lungs, with every salty tear rolling down my face, with every drop of blood trickling down my neck, and with every drop of his filthy blood seeping into my body, corrupting my flesh with its rot.

— “Don’t worry, sweet liar,” — his lips curl into a predatory, cold-blooded grin. A fire crackles nearby, radiating heat from a huge fireplace. The smell of burning and old wood was woven into the air like a thin, barely noticeable thread.

I flinch, desperately jerking my head, trying to break free, but the iron grip of his hands on my waist feels like chains binding me. A little more, and I’ll hear the crack of my own ribs. Kol holds me so close that it feels like, in another moment, I’ll vanish, dissolve into this vile closeness.

Through the veil of tears, I see his sharp fangs, smeared with crimson blood. Dark veins spidering under nearly black eyes.

— “In any case, you’ll stay alive.” — he says with terrifying calmness and mocking derision. He presses my body harder against the wall, almost driving me into the wooden surface with my spine.

I freeze, but not out of fear — out of rage. My body trembles, but not from cold — from hatred. Pain tears me apart from the inside, but this monster seems to revel in every desperate breath I take.

I knew I shouldn’t have angered him. Knew this would end badly. Knew he wouldn’t just let it go. Knew I should’ve stayed silent, not provoked him. Knew I shouldn’t have tried to escape. But now it’s too late for regrets. What’s done is done.

— “You wouldn’t dare!” — I want to scream, but instead, a hoarse moan escapes my throat. With every passing second, the air leaves my lungs, as though his merciless fingers are squeezing the last grains of life out of me.

A moment ago, I felt his fangs easily pierce my flesh, tearing through delicate skin, searing with pain so intense it darkened my vision. His greedy, insatiable hunger seemed bottomless, mad. I feel my blood leaving my body, making way for something foreign, repulsive — something of his.

He drained me almost entirely.

I hate him. I hate him for every moment, for every breath he’s turned into torment. And for the fact that even in this abyss of pain, fear, and hatred, I’m still alive — just so he can torment me again.

— “Oh, darling,” — his voice was honeyed, venomous, dripping with sinister mockery.

Kol tilts his head to the side, his smirk growing wider, more grotesque, more depraved. He drives his knee between my legs, taking away the last avenue of retreat. His brows knit for a moment, his jaw clenches, as if he’s trying to suppress his anger. But I know — he’s furious. Furiously angry.

— “Klaus, unfortunately, didn’t clarify what exactly he meant by ‘stay alive,’” — his voice was velvety, but his words cut like glass. — “Maimed is still not dead, is it?”

He leans closer, so close his forehead almost brushes against mine. His dark eyes, filled with a predatory gleam, watch my face: the hatred in my eyes, the despair in my tears, the terror in every ragged breath.

All of it amused him. He enjoyed my fear.

— “In fact, if you become a vampire, I’ll simply extend the term of your worthless existence by a few hundred years...” — he chuckled, squinting in his usual way. — “It turns out that I’ll even overachieve on my assignment. Not too bad, eh, sweetheart?” — His tongue lazily clicked against his teeth as it slid across his lips, licking off the remaining drops of blood.

Kol pulled back slightly, only to loosen his grip on my neck for a moment, allowing me to take a weak, painful breath. But it was a trick, an illusion of freedom.

A second later, his fingers clenched around my throat again, tighter than before, with such cruelty that I thought he’d snap my bones any moment now. The wall behind me groaned in protest as he drove me into it, sending a wave of pain down my spine.

— “Come on, sweetheart,” — his voice turned colder, more dangerous, wrapping around me like poisonous heat. — “What do you think Caroline will do when she finds out her little sister became the victim of Klaus’s evil younger brother? Oh, how delighted she’ll be when she learns you’re still alive…”

Kol raised his hand to his lips. His fangs elongated. I couldn’t speak or scream, only shake my head and kick desperately, trying to break free. But he held me tight, with no intention of letting go. My nails dug into his hand around my neck, but it was impossible to hurt him.

— “And accidentally became a vampire. Do you think Caroline will let the Salvatore brothers kill the original who turned her poor little sister, huh?”

Blood trickled down his hand. Along his wrist and lower, scarlet, dark, almost burgundy. Its sickly sweet smell made me squeeze my eyes shut in disgust. Kol brought his bloodied hand to my face. I pressed my lips tightly together, shaking my head with the last of my strength.

— “Be obedient, darling.” — With these words, Mikaelson pressed his thumb on my throat, forcing my lips to part, and the warm, almost black blood of the original surged into my mouth.

I felt it burn my tongue, trickle down my throat, into the very womb of my being. I felt sick with disgust, with this disgusting, disgusting feeling.

A sharp pain throbbed in my chest. I wanted to scream. But all I could do was glare at the cocky, grinning Original — the monster — with hatred and contempt.

I tried to turn away, resisting to the very end, but Kol Mikaelson was too strong. His hand pressed against my lips, making me bite into his skin. It felt like my jaw would crack under his pressure in just a moment. Pain surged in waves, and with it, fear — so deep that I was drowning in it.

When my vision began to darken, his grip suddenly loosened. Kol removed his hand and took a step back, watching with disdain as I, weakened, slid down the wall to the floor. I hugged my knees with trembling hands. My heart was pounding wildly in my chest. I was shaking so hard that I could barely hold on to consciousness.

I was about to vomit.

The wound on my neck throbbed. I could still feel his fangs sinking into my flesh. His breath searing my skin. His gaze followed every emotion of pain and fear on my face. He was confident in his power and blatantly cruel.

Kol Mikaelson had almost killed me. Almost disfigured me.

My trembling fingers slid to my lips, stained with his blood. My cheeks, chin, throat — all were soaked with that cursed, dirty liquid.

I took a wheezing breath, tried to move away, but only slammed my back into the wall. Kol laughed, a hoarse, almost animalistic laugh, watching me from above.

— “Darling, don't exaggerate,” — his voice oozed poison, each syllable cutting through my consciousness like a blade. He slowly crouched down, his head tilting, dark eyes catching mine. — “If it comforts you...” — he said with mockery, with the intention to wound. — “Your blood was one of the sweetest I’ve ever tasted.”

I sobbed, hurriedly covering my lips with my palm. My white curls stuck to my skin, soaked with blood. I wanted to scream, shatter the silence, but I had no strength. Pain pulsed in my neck, and I could feel the wound tightening. It gave me an insane urge to tear my skin off, to rid myself of everything he had left on me.

Kol snorted, as if my suffering were nothing but a trifle to him. His gaze lazily slid over my weakened body before he straightened up. Then, with vampire speed, he was already on the couch by the fireplace. A book in one hand, the other under his head. As if nothing, absolutely nothing, had happened. Without even looking at me, he added:

— “Anyway, within these twenty-four hours, you won't be able to die completely.” — Kol almost sang, stretching the words with a biting grin. — “So I advise you not to leave the house. And attempts to escape are, well, useless too, you know.” — His voice became sharp, serious, as he turned his head toward me, reminding me of the mistake I had made. — “Unless, of course, you want to stay sixteen forever. My patience isn't eternal, Agatha.”

With a trembling hand, I wiped the blood from my lips with the edge of my sleeve. Barely standing, I leaned against the wall. My fingers clenched the fabric of my sweater, twisting it until it began to tear. Breathing was difficult, each movement brought pain, but I couldn't allow myself to fall. Not again.

Trying not to lose my balance, I turned and hurried out of the room. Just not to see him again, not to hear him, not to feel him.

Climbing the stairs leading to the second floor of the Mikaelson mansion, I caught the echo:

— “Don't be sad, darling! As soon as your friends bring all the white oak stakes, I'll personally throw you out of here!” — His mocking shout reached me, like a blow to the back.

The tears I had been trying to hold back rolled down my cheeks again. By the time I reached the bathroom and locked the door behind me, I was already crying. I had to press my lips with my palm to keep that monster from hearing me cry.

Looking into the mirror, I barely held back a scream. Blood was everywhere: on my face, my hair, my clothes. Swallowing, I quickly pulled off my sweater. The fabric ripped with a crunch, but I didn’t pay it any mind. The white tank top and clean pants remained untouched, but that wasn’t enough.

Leaning over the sink, I turned on the water and began washing the red from my hair and skin. Cold streams ran down my fingers, my elbows, but I didn’t stop until I made sure there wasn’t a single drop of his blood left on me.

When the water no longer turned crimson, I wiped my face, looked into the mirror, and met my reflection. My green eyes glinted with anger and exhaustion, my lips were frozen in a scream.

— “I’ll kill you, Kol Mikaelson,” — I hissed, and my fingers, tightly gripping the marble sink, turned white with strain…

I dashed out of the bathroom, feeling the chilling cold still enveloping my body. My wet hair clung to my neck. The wound was gone. And my own embrace seemed like the only defense against the sudden shivers. The light in the hallway was dim, almost fading, and that strange feeling of anxiety crept into my chest.

Taking a few steps forward, I suddenly stopped. Something was wrong. There was a tension in the air that was hard to describe in words. And then I heard it. A faint sound, barely distinguishable, like a whistle… No, more like a sharp, unfamiliar rush of air.

— “Aagain...” — I muttered to myself, trying to calm my wildly beating heart.

I turned toward the stairs, intending to go down, when suddenly something invisible, but unbearably sharp, pierced my chest. The pain was so sudden and intense that I didn’t immediately understand what had happened. A wave of heat spread through my veins instantly. My fingers instinctively jerked, gripping the smooth banister, but my legs gave out.

I cried out: a muffled, ragged sound. And then I fell down.

Each hit against the steps sent a dull, pulsing pain through my body. The last thing I felt before I finally slammed my head against the floor was someone’s strong arms catching me at the very bottom of the stairs.

— “What the hell was that?!” — Kol. His voice was a mix of anger, irritation, and concern. He glanced at my chest and his eyes widened in shock, his lips slightly parted. — “What the...”

I opened my mouth to reply, but instead of words, I tasted my own blood. It trickled down my chin in a warm stream. Kol, never taking his eyes off me, suddenly turned sharply at the sound of footsteps from above.

At the top of the stairs stood Jeremy, soaked from the rain and... terrified. In his trembling hands, he held a crossbow. His face went pale when he saw me.

— “I... I... I didn’t know!” — he stammered. — “I thought it was Rebecca...”

Kol lunged at him with such speed that it seemed like he was flying. In one move, he grabbed Jeremy by the throat and lifted him off the ground. Jeremy clutching at Kol’s hand.

My head was growing heavier, like lead. My body felt weak, draining away.

— “Are you out of your mind?!” — Kol snarled, shaking Jeremy. — “You thought it was Rebecca and decided to kill her without checking?!”

Jeremy gasped, desperately trying to reach Kol’s forearm.

— “Forgive me, Agatha! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… I… I thought…” — his words were aimed at me. His voice was full of panic, fear, and desperation. Kol cursed and threw him to the ground with such force that Jeremy groaned, slamming into the steps and lost consciousness.

Mikaelson was back beside me in an instant.

I felt my strength leaving me. The world began to blur and collapse, turning into a vague patch of shadows and light.

So, this is how I die? From a bolt shot by my best friend? Right now? In the hands of this... monster?

— “Hey! Darling… hold on, you hear me?” — His hands pressed against my chest, trying to stop the bleeding. I heard his voice falter, but I couldn’t tell if it was from rage or… panic, fear.

I barely managed to lift my gaze to Kol, a bitter, ironic smile playing on my lips.

— “Looks like Klaus will kill you...” — I forced out, coughing up my own blood. Kol had wanted so badly to finish me off, and now he could savor the moment. Fate never spares anyone.

The Original cursed. His eyes darted over me as if he were searching for a way to save me. But there was too much blood, and we both understood — the arrow piercing my chest was the end.

I could feel the cold creeping deeper into my core. And what about Mom, Care... they were waiting for me for dinner. My older sister… Tears welled up in my eyes. Caroline and I had planned a movie night tomorrow. Just the two of us.

I will close my eyes, drawing my last breath, but the world will not vanish when I stop living. People will continue to wake up day after day, laugh, cry in sorrow, hurt one another, wound and… love. It’s so unfair. So unfair that I’ll never see another colorful sunset or sunrise, never feel Mom’s embrace, never get to try on Caroline’s dress, or I won't read my favorite book again.

Sudden laughter hit my chest like a blow, and I winced, glancing at Kol Mikaelson. Was he seriously laughing right now? Really? While my limbs were slowly growing heavy and pale, while I had mere moments left to live? My lips trembled. I didn’t want to die in his repulsive embrace.

— “You're…” — I choked, blood once again filling my mouth, making me gag. — “A fucking freak., you know that? Go to hell.” — I rasped, clutching at his forearm with the last of my strength. His hand stopped pressing on my wound. Mikaelson pulled me closer onto his lap, stretching that cursed, saccharine smile across his lips.

— “Only with you, sweetheart.” — His eyes sparkled as he leaned closer, whispering near my temple while velvety white light spread before my eyes. — “I knew that giving you a sip of my blood was a great idea.” — The sound of his chuckle was the last thing I heard while still alive.

Death is inevitable. You can’t hide from it or escape it. It’s always there, but you never see it — and that’s the scariest part, because it’s always waiting.

I let the darkness swallow me whole, but evil had already seeped into my core, mixing with my blood.

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Hype Train! Little Mouse~

F!Streamer Reader x M!Yandere Streamer OC

Part 1~

His Info: 📹✨

Part: 1 2

Hype Train! 1, Part 1, here!

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: !F reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, YANDERE, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, pet names ( pretty, pretty girl, little mouse, mousy, ), option for multiple partners(not poly or romantic, purely sexual) knife play, chase/primal play, blood play, blood consuming, almost oral on f!,

from this point on anything on “Hype Train! Caged Birds” will be the pregnancy path! i will be posting “Hype Train! Little Mouse!” parts as well, which will be the NON pregnancy path! Love y’all! hope you will enjoy 😚✨

“Are you serious?”

Jasper’s smile reminds you of a cat about to play with it’s meal.

“Really? What’s your plan anyway?” You swallow, “And…” you pause, looking over the cute gray and pink ears and tail. “Why a mouse…”

“You’re perfect prey, pretty. Why not a mouse~” His voice takes on an almost growl, fueled by a rapt starvation.

You take a deep breath in fruitless effort to calm your pounding heart, “O-okay… But then, why the maid dress…?”

“Personal preference” His grin widens showing off those fangs again.

At least he’s honest.

“Well… W-what if i can’t tell you apart?”

“Isn’t that part of the fun?? hmmm?”

“Oh! sorry, forgot my eyes!” Dev.In chimes in, and their eyes dim…

You can no longer tell them apart at all. You know Jasper was on the left…. Wait… O-or was that just Dev.In on the left. Their left? or your left… Wait no that doesn’t matter. Fuck.

“If you can do that why even have glowing eyes in the first place?!” You’re just frustrated and find the first thing to complain about.

They both shrug in unison and say “Personal preference,” in the same voice… With the same tone and stupidly hot inflections.

You grunt and spin on your heel with the box in hands to go change somewhere, before you feel a hand on each shoulder stopping you…

Your eyes glance between each… Sure the hands look the same. same paleness, mirrored veins and black painted nails, even rings on the same fingers.

But you know they belong to two separate beings. Your sigh is shuddery and drawn out, before they both step around you, boxing you in between them.

Oh gods…

They could’ve even switched places now that you looked away.

“Why don’ cha change righ’here, Pretty little mouse~”

You look between them both as they lean around you into your peripheral veiw, and you swallow over a swiftly growing nervous lump.

“kiddin’ pretty, we’ll go and give ya a head start. Jus’member, say avocado nd sall over. Kay?” The one you’re assuming is Jasper, grabs your jaw to roughly kiss you before the both leave.

A minute later you’re changed and ready. You walk around the house, it’s huge, with floor to ceiling arched windows, looking outside as the sun is setting through the trees is nice, but you’re trying to not get too distracted.

They’re on the hunt for you.

You didn’t think it would be that fun, or scary at all… but the anticipation and the knowledge they could be anywhere is really getting you there.

They aren’t gonna hurt you, hurt you. But every slight creak in the old building, makes you more and more on edge and alert.

Your hair stands on end.

The echoing clicks of your kitten heels on the wood.

Your beating heart in your ears, to almost swearing you can even hear your blood pumping through your veins.

Just the thought of them popping out around any corner is positively… Thrilling.

Your panties are cool from the dampness in the open air beneath you.

Suddenly a thunderous cacophony of thick glass shattering erupts from behind you!

Shards falling throughout the hall are so loud, and they sound close enough to touch you, though none even get close.

SHIT! It’s really happening!!

You don’t even turn to look where that sound came from, or what it even was.

Or who made it.

You break into a sprint down the hall and through an uncountable number of doors into darkened rooms.

They did say they had a couple surprises, yet you definitely did not expect property destruction!

Eventually you find yourself at a dead end… A room with only one door in or out.

You have to hide!

Quickly your eyes scan, falling onto a large wooden desk.

You crouch under it and catch your breath. Enough time passes that you almost stand, before…

*Bang* You flinch. *Shriek*

*BANG* it’s closer this time. *SHRIEK*

*BANG!* your body is trembling. *SHRIIEEK*

something is hitting the walls outside this room.

It sounds like…

A knife?

Stabbing the wood panels in the hall, and being ripped slowly back out. You cover your ears at the screeching, shredding of wood chipping.

You feel tempted to look.

Slowly and shakily you peer around the edge of the desk.

It’s one of them, entering the room, with a sinister cat mask now adorning their face.

It really is a knife! A huge freakin knife!!!

That wasn’t in the game description either!!!

What the FUCK.

Eyes wide you wait for them to enter the room all the way and then make your move to dash out.

There’s only a few places to hide in here, they would have found you eventually.

Luckily their back was turned, they’re looking into one of the other hiding spots; a closet. Giving you yet another head start.

“Haa haa” you puff out air as you run through more hallways.

*CRASH* You hear the sound of a window shattering only seconds before an arm yanks you by the neck and knocks the air from your lungs!

“Got chu lil mousy~”

You gasp for a minute, unable to breathe from the sudden shock. You kick into the air as they hoist you up by your upper body.

You land a kick to their shin, your heel makes them hiss, and you hear them laugh lustily.

They let you go long enough for you to run, by them time you turn your head forward to look where you’re going—*SMACK* right into the other Jasper’s chest.

They’re both here now, both with the same cat masks, and both with knives.

Footsteps behind you cause you to spin. Once you’re looking away from the one you ran into, they grab you by an arm and hold their knife up to your neck.

You freeze.

Eyes wide, you contemplate the safe word…

The one that’s walking towards you freezes, as if waiting for you to say it.

When you don’t, they continue their approach.

You lock eyes with their mask.

Once they’re close enough they push the knife against your stomach through your dress.

You feel the poke and suck in reflexively.

They trail it down, down, down so slowly to your middle. Every muscle in your boxed in body tenses.

They put a little pressure down there, and you feel the point through the fabric pushing up between your folds.

You push your body back taught against the Jasper that’s behind you, making small little grunts, and twisting to get away.

The knife moves away and you breathe.

The blade against your neck presses harder and you suck in again, as if you forgot it was there.

The Jasper behind you slowly trails the arm that held yours down your body. They lift you by your left leg, you hop helplessly before your right leg is just hovering slightly above the floor.

You feel the coolness of metal on your thigh now. Front Jasper is using it to lift the fabric of your frilly skirts.

The Jasper takes your panties and cuts them open.

Your wet pussy gets hotter when the cold air roughly slaps it.

“St-stop…”

“When you say stop now, it means

be rougher, kay?”

How rough will he actually get with you?

The blade’s tip ghosts over your flesh, he gradually applies more and more pressure until you feel it slice your thigh.

You let out a hiss, as the liquid creates a warm river trickling down your leg.

The Jasper lifts his mask enough to lick your blood straight off the sharp blade.

He crouches down in front of you, and you feel a little embarrassed as he ogles your cunt.

Barely able to even wiggle in the other Jasper’s grasp, you turn your warm face away.

The one on the ground, leans forward, he squeezes your thigh hard before slapping it.

Small drops of your blood splatter across his exposed lips, he licks them, savoring your flavors.

He brings his lips to the still bleeding cut, and swipes a slow stripe up with his flattened tongue to collect as much as he can.

Then he moves his face over just a little to your exposed pussy, you can feel his breath against you, and you push yourself harder into the other Jasper.

His breath is so hot against you, the anticipation has you whining and whimpering and you hole squeezing nothing.

You crave the contact so, so bad! “Stop! Please! St-stop!!” you groan, and writhe, hoping he’ll take mercy and fuck you right now, you don’t even care with what.

He trails his blood soaked tongue up your slit before pulling away again.

He brings his face to your dripping hole, and you sigh, shuddering with excitement. “Oh my god, please,”

“Y’almost sound like ya wan’ me to continue~”

Your brow furrows. YES. You do. You let out a grunt, and switch your focus wholly to the knife against your throat, and that Jasper. “N-no! Stop! Lemme go!” You squirm.

The knife presses harder, goosebumps rise over your body, if you squirm even a little now, it feels like it’ll cut you. Your body stiffens, and you hold your breath.

You feel Jasper’s hot breath grace your quim, again “haah” he finally leans in to tease and suck at your lips, before moving to swirl around your hardened clit.

He was right. Being chased and exhausted, and just wanting it so bad, leading up to them catching you. It feels like ecstasy, it feels like a well deserved reward.

You’ve been so good!

And good girls get their rewards, don’t they.

The heat in your core becomes unbearable until—

He pulls away, “Ya know, you got us both too excited t’day, Pretty. Wha’do you say? want both our dicks inside you?”

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jumpywhumpywriter · 6 months ago

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MASTERLIST #2

I had to create a 2nd Masterlist because apparently I reached the '100 links per post' limit LOL 😆

Original mega Masterlist is Here

I decided to split up my Masterlist so that Masterlist #1 has all my main stories, and Masterlist #2 (this one) has almost entirely just snippets and scenes from my in-progress fantasy book trilogy.

NOTE: I DON'T reblog anything, everything you see posted on my profile is my original work. Please ask before using any of my ideas.

City of Monsters and Magic book 1 Masterlist

Book 2

Shadow character sheet/fanart

STORY SNIPPETS FROM MY IN-PROGRESS FANTASY TRILOGY! 👇👇👇👇

All of the stories below are short scenes and sneak peeks into the fantasy trilogy I'm writing! (NOT in chronological order) I hope to become someone's favorite author one day! 😁

Important characters to know to get the context of these particular scenes:

Shadow: a different species from humans called Falkry, that has fangs and wings, and ancient magic abilities. Morally gray anti-hero type, snarky, sarcastic, defiant and stubborn.

Thomas: her shy and kind human ally in the battle against an organization called the Jackals, whose goal is to perform science experiments on and find a way to weaponize or harness the magic that bird-people like Shadow possess.

Tanner: a morally good bird-man who lost his wings in a war against humans, Shadow's closest friend and advisor.

Sebastian: Sadistic and tyrannical leader of the Jackals, who works to study and find ways to weaponize the powers of creatures like Shadow

Awesome list of 55 of my favorite OC's snarky, sarcastic quotes and humor

List #2 of Snarky Quotes and Short Scenes

Saddest things my OC has ever said in my in-progress fantasy trilogy

Gruff Injured Whumpee Refusing Help - Warnings: gruff/bitter whumpee refusing help, reluctant caretaking

Trust -- a Shaky Olive Branch - Warnings: gunshot wound, blood, self-sacrifice

Stoic character gets PTSD panic attack - Warnings: mention of death, pain

Trapped -- Crush Injury Whumpee - Warnings: physical trauma, crush injury, shattered/broken bones, building collapse

Revenge is Sweet... but the Aftertaste is Bitter - Whumpee Kills Whumper - Warnings - severe physical injury and trauma, torture, blood, broken bones, violence, death

Betrayal for the Greater Good - Warnings: betrayal, tranquilizer, counter-betrayal

Panic Attack - Claustrophobic Whumpee - Warnings: panic attack, fear

Pain & Panic - Fireworks Edition - Warnings: triggered PTSD, mentions of war

Defiant Whumpee with Shock Collar - Warnings: torture, electrocution, shock collar punishment

Double Hostage Situation - The Ultimate Uno-Reverse - Warnings: threat of death, violence, morally gray anti-hero, blood

Whumpee Pulls Uno-Reverse on Whumper - Warnings: captivity, blood, broken bones, intoxication

Does Your Dignity Mean More Than Character B's Life? part 1

Part 2

Starved Weak Whumpee - Warnings: starvation, malnourishment, torture

The Experiments - Warnings: mention and threat of torture, shock collar, restraints, magic

The Great Escape - Warnings: violence, blood, death, torture, captivity, restraints, escape, severe injury

The Final Battle - Warnings: violence, blood, intense lengthy drawn-out fighting, sad character death scene

Hero Death -- The Afterworld - Warnings: post-death experience, mentions of coming back to life ((Takes place after "The Final Battle"))

Brought Back to Life -- The Hero Returns - Warnings: dead Hero brought back to life, attacking friends, pain ((Takes place after "The Final Battle" & "Hero Death - The Afterworld"))

Whumpee Lashes Out Against Captors - Warnings: broken nose & ribs, blood, living weapon turning against captors

Draft of Chapter 5 of my Fantasy Trilogy: "Flames of Death" - Warnings: running into fire, death, cardiac arrest, severe smoke inhalation, intense rescue

Prologue of My WIP Fantasy Trilogy - Warnings: threat/foreshadowing of future disaster, basically nothing else

Dislocated Shoulder Whump - Warnings: dislocated shoulder, intense pain, careless/annoyed carewhumper

Shadow Has a Moment of Kindness in Her Dark Past - Warnings: severe illness/disease in a young child, coma, emaciation-like state of health, threat display and death threats

Trust Fall (Out of a Skyscraper, That Is...) - Warnings: falling from skyscraper, panic, near-death experience, brief mention of great bodily harm

Sadistic Hero vs Terrified Robbers - Warnings: sadistic hero playing cat and mouse with robbers, toying with victims, intentional injury (dealt to criminals), humiliation

Questionable Methods of Interrogation (Torture Whump) - Warnings: torture, bone breaking, morally-gray character, finger breaking whump

Fanart for the story above

GIANT INFO-DUMPING LORE AND WORLDBUILDING -- includes a thorough list of plants, animals, locations and major events on the island of Falkradia

How does Shadow see humans?

Info-dump about Falkry food culture

Trick-or-Treat Request with Shadow & Thomas - Halloween

Trick-or-Treat Follow Up Story

Shadow Offers a Bowl of Candy - Do You Accept?

More Trick-or-Treat With Snarky Shadow

Christmas with the snarky, morally gray anti-hero notoriously known as Shadow!

POLL - vote on what types of whump I should write more of! Poll is closed but comments are still open!

Poll #2 - which of my cliffhanger-ending stories should I continue?

Poll #3 - story continuations?

Poll #4 - reassessment

Question about what the trilogy is about

Question about what species Shadow is

Question about Falkry wing colors/types and if they're used in dating (with pictures)

Question about the biology of a Falkry (with pictures)

Question: do Falkry like fighting/fight sports?

Map ideas for Falkradia

@scoundrelwithboba @isikedmyself878 @lumpofsand @iamheretohurt

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ghastghoul · 3 months ago

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My Transformers OC compilation, for funsies:

Okay so the first OC that I designed while watching the G1 cartoon and Transformers: Animated for the first time in forever was Shift Click.

G1 Design (with a bonus sketch where I drew him in a comic style):

I'm not too great at drawing vehicles atm so I decided to make a minibot that became a computer mouse to make up for that. I'd like to think that his best ally/friend would be Blaster since he was actually my favorite side character from the Autobot roster, along with Jazz. Shift Click the type to take up human culture like a sponge but isn't very open about it and he enjoys humanity's various takes on robots in media.

Transformers Animated Design:

In TFA I see him as more open, but he never sees Earth. He hates Sentinel whenever he sees the mech and he's honestly a bit isolated by what he does. When his skills aren't being used to get intel on the enemy then he's not doing much as he's on the lazy side. I'm not sure if his alt. mode is the same as his G1 counterpart (computer mouse), honestly.

I also played around with the idea of him as a Decepticon, not canon to his lore but for fun:

Then I have another TF:A OC named Pulldown:

His alt. mode is a drive-in theater projector. He's an ex-Decepticon that used to work with Swindle, his projection abilities once being used to show off products Swindle tried selling before having a falling out. Pulldown tries very hard to hide his past but he honestly sucks at it, poor fella. He also lies when he ends up on Earth and claims to be part of Autobot intel, but that's debunked fast and it forces him to be honest.

Now we've got my wonderful ✨️babygirl✨️, my ✨️pookie✨️, my love - the Beast Wars OC I designed named Shatter Fang:

Shatter Fang's beast mode is a Moray Eel. His protoform was thought to be lost to the sea after the Predacons dropped his pod into the salty waters below their battle ground, devastating the Maximals trying to salvage him. Cheetor later finds a moray eel swimming oddly close to the water's edge and realizes what happened, that the protoform had not only survived but had taken on a beast mode, and he's elated when he gives Primal the good news.

His processor is a bit wonky as he often confuses similar words with eachother when speaking (Ex: instead of saying "My apologies," he may say "My sorries"), but he has a respectable spark and (later on) the passion of a warrior. When he meets the Maximals he's wary and afraid. Optimus Primal decides to let Dinobot act as his mentor, teaching him how to fight in this war; but when Shatter Fang encounters a Pred for the first time he fumbles and attempts to run from combat, at least until Dinobot accuses him of being a total coward unworthy of respect. After helping his new allies win the fight he decides to dedicate all his energy toward earning the respect of his mentor as well as his other Maximal brethren.

And finally, my newest OC named Wavewader:

Since he's so new I don't have too much on him at the moment, but his submarine alt mode was actually inspired by SuBlue Water Scooters and just stylized submarine/ship designs one may see in animation.

If I had to give any feel for his personality so far, it's very calm and easy to be around. He gets down to business as it's needed.

#transformers #tfa #transformers animated #beast wars #transformers beast wars #transformers oc #tfa oc #transformers animated oc #beast wars oc #transformers beast wars oc #oc: shift click #oc: pulldown #oc: shatter fang #oc: wavewader #my art #oc comp

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pininghermit · 2 years ago

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Dare I Desire (Chapter 4)

Pairing: Adrian x Male Reader

AN: Introducing a bunch of OCs

“How do you know my name?” Adrian asks you, who sat opposite him. He was still taking in the clean castle and changed surrounding and now this… The plate of food in front of him felt foreign. How long had it been since he had such food and not just alcohol.

“Why yes Adrian, it is nice to meet you too. My name is y/n by the way.” you cross your legs as you rest your head on the chaise’s arm. As if the debacle in the storeroom never happened. Adrian felt a pulse of annoyance the more time he spent with the intruder.

Stormy grey eyes stared back at him in a silent challenge. The suave smile that concealed fangs similar to his was equally infuriating. Anger, rage, wrath Adrian felt them all at once.

“Ai, don’t glare at me like that!” you said in pseudo hurt voice with an extravagant motion of your hands. “Believe me,” with a dramatic hand on your heart you continued. “I will tell you everything but right in sequence. I will reveal to you who I am and my reason for being here but before that we need to go back in time. The story goes like this-

Long ago, maybe decades, maybe centuries or maybe millennia ago there was a world that housed both the evil and the good equally. Elves, men, vampire, dwarves, faerie, even dhampir must I say, lived on the same planes. In those times monsters were not labeled by a kind. It was the deed that labeled right and wrong, not the specie or race.

However, such a world had to come to an end when humans grew. With their growth came the need for land, the need to conquest and conflict. Soon the world that once housed all now fell into the struggle of survival and death. One had to die for the other to live.

Wars raged and monsters came to being. Our kind was not different. Born with unageing bodies that withstood decay our kind wielded the weapon of pride. But that’s just the boring part of history. Do you want the juicy part?” Adrian blinked. He had been too engrossed. Almost enough to forget about the vampire sitting in his study.

“Ahh I must say my story telling skills are quite impeccable.” Ignoring Adrian’s snarl, you continue. “Let’s skip a few years. So, the humans, vampires, elves, fae fought blah blah blah. You know the boring parts.” No. Adrian in fact did not know. None of the books in his father’s study mentioned this. Whatever you were spouting. All his curiosity was shattered by the man child, who probably was way older than anyone he had ever met. Adrian would not grant you any of his curiosity.

Slouched on chaise you spoke of war like a bedtime story. “Whatever my parents were pretty sick of all that and decided to leave the humans alone. They created a veiled world for us magical folk. Of course, superior to the rest.” If obnoxious were a person, it would be you, who sat, in front of him.

“In return they pledged to give up on blood. A bargain made with the spirits of the land that offered them a hidden valley. And so came to be Asor, the kingdom and refuge for the beings of the past world. Humans were given their world and we were given ours.

With peace came time and oh boy did my parents use it well. Now, now no judgement of course but I do have six other siblings.” Well, that was hard not to judge Adrian wondered.

“Eldest are triplets Cenfrith, Estrid, and Rowena. Close knit than any of us. They gave up their right to the throne for the sake of their weird bond. Don’t ask me…I don’t know either. Then came Yorick, the second eldest or fourth if you do the math. He rules now. Being the most responsible of us it made sense.” Despite the light manner of your speech Adrian could sense the tightness in your voice at the mention of Yorick. A weird tension that did not suit you.

“After Yorick is Harold, the artist of our family. A lone soul, very hard to find on any given day. And then comes Saewig ten years older than me and the menace. Brutal with his words and bows Saewig is the hunter who is almost is a beast himself.” You take a deep breath and pause as if to gather your marbles after that long list.

“Last and the most precious is me,” you gesture extravagantly. “Of course, having me made my parents realize that a greater perfection could not exist.” With an unabashed smile you jump up from the chaise.

“And how does this all matter to me,” Adrian mutters his heart beating wildly with an emotion he did not know of.

“You,” you point with a finger that makes Adrian want to snap it. Somehow you are now sprawling on his couch, “have the immense privilege of being the mate to the youngest lord of Asor.”

A second later you crouch on the floor as Adrian’s fist throbs from the impact of his punch. Unfortunately, Vampire bones don’t break easily.

#alucard #castlevania #alucard x male reader #castlevania alucard x reader #mates au #male reader

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onegianthotmess · 6 months ago

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Random Facts About Some of My TWST OCs

Celena is half beastman, but somehow didn’t get ears and a tail despite having many behavioral and a few physical traits of Dalmatians (clawed fingernails, fangs/sharp canines, spots/tear marks on her cheeks, energetic, keen sense of smell, yips/barks when excited or when she senses danger—just naming a bit of a list here)

Mealodie and Malleus were actually born as eggs at the same time, technically making them twins, but she took thirteen extra years to hatch from her egg

Miranda had a really hard time making friends as a child due to her family curse, so Vil was really the only friend she had until she started to learn to stop herself from blurting out her thoughts

Morel loves blood oranges so much that she has two of her own trees that grow blood oranges and she takes very good care of them

Lucienne can talk to plants and will have full on conversations with them without noticing the weird looks people give him

Yvette’s birth/given/dead name is Yaakov

Miranda’s hair is short because she tried cutting it herself when she was a kid, but fucked up and Vil had to cut it for her to fix it, so now she just has Vil do her hair and thinks he’d make a great hairdresser if he wasn’t already an actor/model

Celena is actually very fast and stronger than people think she is, despite her small size and she actually beat Jack in an arm wrestle and goes to the gym with both him and Vil

Morel can fluently speak German

Rayne is fluent in Dutch and Italian and only flirts with Jade in either of these languages purely because she’s too shy to flirt with him in English because then everyone else would be able to understand her (Jade doesn’t know what she’s saying either, but he knows she’s flirting with him and loves it)

Mealodie sometimes can’t sleep even though she wants to, so she will go to Lilia and ask him to read her a bedtime story like he did when she and her brother were young

Yvette has videos of Morel pole dancing while drunk and uses them as leverage to get Leona to do something whenever Morel isn’t around because she knows they have a thing for each other (And before anyone thinks that this means Leona pleasures himself while watching the videos, know that that is incorrect and he admires just how beautiful Morel is and is impressed because pole dancing requires stamina, strength, and a lot of training because of how difficult it is. Leona is a respectful boy who is constantly drunk on his respect woman juice)

Mealodie once shattered all of the windows and glass objects in Diasomnia because she got so lost in song while singing one day

Miranda will pick outfits for and do Vil’s makeup for him if he’s really nervous about an audition or performance coming up and will give him a kiss on the tips of his fingers on his left hand for good luck

Morel had a relationship in her second year of school at NRC and it lasted until she finally broke at the beginning of her third year because her then girlfriend was manipulative, emotionally abusive like her mother, and a cheater; this relationship made Morel a bit jaded when it came to love and have trust issues later on and it even negatively affected her relationship with Leona when he started openly, yet subtly, showing his interest for her

Celena never actually had any romantic relationship before she began dating Deuce; despite this fact, she had a rumored reputation of having several secret partners and this went so far that some guys and girls said that they actually dated her before, but Celena quickly disproved each of these false claims despite never completely shaking the rumors of having relationships before Deuce

Rayne has a subconscious fear of vases due to the fact that her mother smashed one over her face, almost completely blinding her left eye, when she was seven and Rayne only started going to therapy for this fear after she had a mental breakdown from seeing Floyd and Jade carrying vases to be set on the tables in the Monstro Lounge

Miranda always accompanies Vil to his performances and photoshoots because she wants to support him and his craft he’s so dedicated to and they get away with this due to the cover story of Miranda being a good friend who helps Vil out so they can keep their relationship (and the fact that Vil sees Miranda as a very loving and endearing good luck charm) secret from the public due to Vil’s massive fame

Mealodie actually has a cute little kitten sneeze and it’s even cuter because she blows a little smoke out whenever she sneezes, causing a cycle of two to three, sometimes four, kitten sneezes in quick succession due to the smoke tickling her nose

Lucienne heals up pretty fast from any injury thanks to his healing abilities, but he somehow stays sick for days on end on the rare occasion he does get sick and it baffles even his family

Yvette has made sleeping potions and slipped them in Crowley’s drinks a few times just so she could work in peace without having a giant mess to clean up afterwards

Celena found an old picture of Deuce with his bleached hair in his dorm once and she couldn’t stop laughing at it because full blonde hair was definitely NOT a good look for Deuce and now she uses it as ammo for arguments about outfits and hairstyles with him

Mealodie knows several old languages that aren’t spoken or widely known anymore, but she and Malleus speak in them whenever they want to talk about something private around other people and everyone is confused about it

When they were young, Morel would often put noise canceling headphones on Riddle and Rayne so they could sleep while their parents argued at night and Morel always covered her ears and tried not to sob whenever her parents had these fights because most of them were about Morel due to her having mandated visitations with her father every weekend because of her parents’ separation (though they’re still married for whatever reason-)

Lucienne can actually make flowers and trees and other plants grow and control them just fine without magic and when he’s asked about it, he simply replies “It’s just something that I do .”

Miranda was actually almost placed into Scarabia due to her gift of fortune telling and the Dark Mirror had to think for a moment before deciding to put her in Pomefiore due to her talents in potion making, value of appearance, and her love for Vil

Celena gets mad whenever anyone teases her about her body because, in her words, she is “fucking built like a stupid cereal box” and she hates it (her build is like a very petite hourglass, there’s some curve and a little boob, but not a lot)

Yvette fluently speaks Russian and Spanish and calls her father “Папа” (Papa) and her mother “Mami”

Mealodie always let Silver play with her hair when he was little and now she asks him to do it for her since he’s really good at it

Miranda can travel through almost any kind of mirror thanks to her family’s connection to the Dark Mirror and mirror magic in general and she accidentally jump scares everyone (except for Vil since he’s used to it) whenever she pops up after traveling through a mirror and into the room

#just felt like doing this #don’t ask why because I don’t know either-#twst #twst oc #twisted wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #morel rosehearts #lucienne blumme #mealodie draconia #celena dalmaine #miranda shards #yvette asesoría #rayne rosehearts

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