#oh also Dhampir

[circusbutch]

Hiii twiddling around with a new PC for an upcoming Curse of Strahd campaign :>

[frakensteinapologist]

Resisting the urge to make even more BG3 characters because I have current BG3 playthroughs (and character stories!) unfinished. But also…the idea of a pretty dhampir monster hunter speaks to me.

[thedeadthree]

tis my birthday today !!!!!!!! 🌸💕

oh my god i am 24 today oh my GOD

[plaidpyjamas]

BG3 is all I can think about lately, despite not being able to play it lmao anyway who wants to talk about our bg3 ocs

Stuff I literally just came up with for my oc, Emery, under the cut

• Tiefling dad, human mom (cutesy mutual pining cashier/regular customer thing)

• Dhampir stuff is from dad's side, generations back. At this point no one remembers its even there

• Dhampir & Mortal/Tiefling

• Mortal/Tiefling blood caused Dhampir abilities to go dormant

• Vampiric abilities only "activate" if humanoid blood (other than one's own) is consumed

• Sun sensitivity - easily sunburnt and unable to see well in bright light

• Can eat food or drink blood, either will keep him going (though as he ages he will become more reliant on blood to keep himself feeling healthy, eventually abandoning food altogether, lengthening his lifespan in the process)

• Consuming blood will temporarily increase healing speed

• Does need sleep, but nowhere near as much (3-4 hours/night)

• Picks up a bunch of odd hobbies/ways to kill time because of it

• The rest of the party has repeatedly had to tell Emery and Astarion to stfu while everyone is trying to sleep

• It's not their fault they're bored and can't stop play fighting 🤷‍♂️

• Accidentally activated his Dhampir abilities by ingesting Astarion's blood (Astarion is painfully smug about that)

• Doesn't drink blood often, usually to heal himself/bully Astarion (he and Gale are the only two Emery will drink from. They're both painfully smug about that)

• Half Tiefling = tail, slightly pointed ears, small horns (Dhampir abilities give him slight fangs once activated)

• He's shy about his horns and gets all blushy if someone calls them cute

• Tends to hold onto his tail when he's feeling shy/flustered

• While his horns are small, they are curved in a way that makes Emery think of boars and how sometimes their tusks will grow and stab back into their skulls. He tries not to think about that (he's failing)

• He's a bit neurotic about keeping track of how long they are - at least one of his journals is dedicated to morning-and-night horn measurements (They haven't grown.... right? The numbers say they haven't....but....I swear my right horn feels longer...)

• Has seriously considered filing his horns down, like one would their nails. Just in case

• Is godawful at horn care. Please help him

• Astarion loves Emery's horns (and would never let him file them down, holy shit dude no) but mostly he likes grabbing them to mess with him.

• And making jokes about the convenient handles on his head

• Emery tends to wrap his tail around the legs of people he likes/ trusts

• His tail is almost always wrapped around Astarion or Gale's legs

• Or accidentally (and painfully) tangled with Karlach's tail because they both got too excited about something again

• Both Astarion and Gale have trouble keeping their hands off of Emery's tail

• The party could be in the middle of an intense negotiation with someone, and fuckin Gale's got his hand wrapped in the end of Emery's tail, absent-mindedly swinging it lightly back and forth

• Or Emery and Astarion are threatening/bullying someone - one of Astarion's hands is holding onto the very end of Emery's tail. He's just. Holding it. Gesturing lightly with it. And Emery's just. Letting him. While they're sending someone to the shadow realm with vicious mockery

[jokest3r]

Finished VTMB for the first time as the anarch ending and wow very climatic. In my character's lore I made him personally know each time someone manipulated him, he knew, the entire time. He just played along the powerful people's strings to get what he wanted at the end by the opportunities given by those same people to murder them(Lacroix and Ming Xiao). I need to make a whole character sheet for him cause he's honestly pretty innocent and naive on the outside but is pretty psychotic. I wish the damage fall off for the axe wasn't so high since i wanted to decimate the tower with it. Cant win it all I guess lol. End notes, i love damsel and that's all. Oh and cab driver a real one fr.

[thcdoomed]

It is always interesting how the others react to Dronia's deep-rooted sadness. She hid it so well for so long, focusing on everyone else's problems to avoid her own. The ache couldn't get to her if she didn't allow it. And neither Gale nor Karlach would let her hide from it once the truth was out. They sought to bring her out of her sadness, to live, because dammit she is still here. Changed as she was. But that was the problem, Dronia could help everyone else in their sorrow, but she wouldn't allow anyone to help her. All her wisdom regarding grief and coping and she can't follow it herself. She needs the two closest to her to hold her hand through it.

And gods, Gale is trying. Just as Karlach tried, Dronia had sent her off because she knew the woman needed the joy of celebration. But Gale, he's just as determined and he isn't going to let her suffer in silence in the shadows, even as the thrum of hearts surrounding them pound in her ears.

Gale moves effortlessly, with all the grace of a trained dancer. She wonders if they held balls often at the wizard colleges, a chance for all the students to let loose outside of their lessons and enjoy each other's company. Her thoughts wander back to childish ponderings. She often had her head in the clouds about the wizards who patronized the family business for the spider components. A head full of whimsy at the idea of spells flowing freely about, learning to conjure whatever the mind could think of, controlling the weave and bending it to their will. As she trained in the martial art of archery, she dreamed of her fingers tangling in the weave instead. It's these thoughts that allow her to more easily navigate the dance and ignore the other bodies beyond just the two of them.

They all made it out alive though, they had faced an avatar of Myrkul, ended the shadow curse, and all stood at the end of it. Some even come out stronger or free from what held them in the past. Her thoughts are interrupted by the sudden twirl and she has to focus on not tripping over her own feet. Against her own will, she smiles a little.

"Oh, your charm is just fine. I've just been in my own head so much that I'm a bit slow to pick things up right now." She'll not have him deprecating himself, even if it is just a joke. "I imagine the dances in Waterdeep were far more extravagant than this. Mother had spoken about the city often." One day, maybe, she would visit. If they survived. "The light is welcome, I just feel reluctant to bask in it right now. I'm afraid it will burn me." Not in the way it would burn Astarion under normal circumstances, she doesn't know how the sun will affect her after this. "Is the answer me, Gale?"

Dronia can still feel the occasional body brush against her as they dance and she realizes she minds it less and less. Her shoulders loosen no longer tight balls of wound-up muscle. "Well let's keep it running in your veins and not outside of it. I will not be contributing to that." But she quiets. "I wasn't going to let you die, no matter what Mystra or Elminster decreed. Your life has more value than any debt you feel owed." A soft smile wears upon tired features. "I'm glad you're still with us. I would be very upset if you had died back there."

This won't do. They have experienced astronomically, having toiled, suffered, and hemorrhaged enough. It leaves all aches beyond this criminal, a last chortle from the gods as they'd lounge among the stars with their biscuits and wines. After all, he's been rendered all a lamb, and Dronia, a maelstrom, so why darken up a party? Why shy away from friends? It's both drink and laughter that better suited this hour, and somebody, this damned pair, had better go and enjoy it.

No, Caius isn't here, but there are certainly yet people she's made so proud. And the way he would look at her, warm in his smiles and patient with his voice... With one chuckle at a time, he hopes to lighten her thoughts.

At the very least, Gale, like Caius, boasts this infuriating quality to spirit one's soul. He's circling her about, their bodies slow and swaying in a training pace. He shepherds them patiently, sprinkling in some whirls to offer her a challenge, and when he speaks into her ear, it'd come gently at its corners, both rumbling and friendly with the fluttering lutes. The candlelight flickers, their peering constellations caught humming in the clouds. And there beneath his skin, there beyond his ribs tamed by spell and magic, there croons the now-tempered whisper of the sucking of the Weave... Tonight, with their wizard, things sound a lullaby.

He hadn't heeded Mystra. He still stands. And lives. Then what heart would sound sweeter in this symphony, exactly? Chuffed, Gale pulls her in a twirl, laughter bright and twinkling.

"Just learning that, are we? I'm disappointed," he jokes. "My charm must have taken quite a number of late. I'll have you know that back at Waterdeep, my attendance at every dancehall had left a small armada of sore feet. That said, I proved remarkably effective at ferrying away all a dour spirit, and considering the not insignificant penumbra we'd just lifted, I find my distaste for shadows may have grown much stronger. No more with the dark, I say. I quite like some light tonight. And if it's all the same to you," Gale offers as he turns them, "I believe I know in who to wick one."

He pulls her along, bodies brushing up against them as they spin and twirl and romp and cheer. Gale keeps her close, that pulse in his thumb always trained about her wrist. To her credit, Dronia, despite the seasons, still dances exceptionally. "My blood may not be any better for the drinking," he shares, "but I find it has never ran so freely. To be frank with you, Dronia, I hadn't expected to leave Moonrise tonight. To imagine where I'd be without the strength of your company -- gods," dear gods, "I could scarcely imagine it."

[casimirlovescoffee]

Hi, may I request the best Dhampires aka Alucard and D in one go? I want them, if possible seperate, with a female reader that tries on some clothing of them. I want it to be fluffy/cute witha hint of NSFW if possible!

Wearing his clothes (Female Reader)

Rating: Mature (MDNI, NSFW-ish)

Tags: Fluffy/Cute, hint of NSFW

A/N: This is my first time writing something with D and I hope I did him justice. I tried my best to not do too much NFSW on them both like you asked. Enjoy!

Alucard:

Alucard was walking around his castle, wondering where you were. He had just came back from some hunting and was surpsied as he didn't find you in the libary as that was where you usually were. Witha bit of concern, he walked through most of the castle and sighed in relife when he found you in your shared bedroom. With a smile he opened the bedroom door, ready to announce himself.

"My love, I am back home." He said cheerfully, only to freeze when he saw you. The sight of you left him speechless for a second. You wore his black/yellow coat, hugging it around your body with a gentle smile, which quickly turned into you looking at him, forzen as well with wide eyes. For a second you two just stared at each frozen. And then, he walked over to you quickly, bearly giving you time to react as he hugged you tightly.

"You look so good in that, my love. Do you want to wear it all the time? You can have it if you want!" The blond man cooed at you all gentle and happy, which made you blush, mostly in embaressement. You hadn't meant for him to try the jacket on. Youa also were a bit flustered because you were hugging the jacket around your body mostly since you were naked under it. It was not your fault however. You were just about to change clothes in the bedroom and the ajcket happend to be on a chair, temping you to try it on and see how it felt around your body and arms!

Once Alucard noticed just how flustered and embaressed you were, he finally looked closer at you, pulling the jacket aside slowly and smirking when he saw your bare breasts. "Oh? You are all naked under my jacket? How naughty of you, my love~" He cooed into your ear and slowly guided you onto the bed, carefully pushing you back untill you are laying on your back, facing him as he slowly leaned over your body to kiss you deeply while his hands slowly pushed the jacket out of the way so he could kiss down your naked skin.

"Adrian, the jacket-" You started to say, but cut off with a moan when he licked a long stripe up your pussy. "I want you to leave it on while I take you apart with my tounge. After all, it is a lovely sight~" He cooed and then ate you out like a man starved while looking up at your body and face.

Hunter D:

It happend when you and D were in a small abandoned house for to rest a bit for the night. He was currently outside of said house to find something for you to eat. He had left his hat and coat behinde, trusting you to not mess with them. But they laid there so tempting and you could't help put put the coat on, giggling at how it was too big on you. You then put the hat on and then made what you thought was a cool pose. Only to have someone near you clear their throat.

You blinked, turned around and saw D looking at you with a raised eyebrow, making you freeze in the pose you were making. "Why are you wearing my hat and my coat, my dearest?" He asked and you blushed deeply. "Uh, well- um- Maybe I just wanted to be like you!" You stuttered out all flustered and he blinked and then hummed.

"Like me? Does that mean you want some blood?" He asked and put down a rabbit he had managed to catch for you to cook. "What if I do?" You asked and he snorted in amusement. "Oh? And how will you get blood, hm? From me?" He joked and you had an idea then. "Yes, in fact I will bite your neck." You said and he froze at that before standing up all tall in front of you. And that made you a bit nervous.

You squeaked when he suddenly pinned you to a wall, one of his legs slowly moving to be between your legs. He pressed his knee against your pussy with your clothes in the way and leaned to your ear. "How naughty of you. But I will indulge you. my dearest. Bite me and find out what happens if you do." He teased and you shuddered, leaning up then to leave a rough bite on his neck, which caused D to groan into your ear.

He moved you to pin you down on the bedrool and looked deep into your eyes as he slowly undressed you. "Since you bit me, it's only fair that I have a taste of you in return, my dearest."

[pininghermit]

Vampire/Dhampir/Crusnik as Househusbands

carnal need to write the house husband au 😩

Alucard

WIFE 👏 HIM 👏 UP. Seriously. All that cooking, cleaning, gardening without a ring? No way. Being a fulfilled relationship might allow this king to finally tackle the Belmont library project because that place is not fitting the aesthetic. Tell me why I see him thriving as those DIY renovation youtube channel stuff? Randomly buys a chateau to fill the void in his heart. But instead of it being melancholic, it becomes his passion project. Every tile, every piece of molding, becomes a love letter to the life he’s finally building. Just love him please.

Abel

boy is disaster coded. A menace in kitchen. But that being said, the church never paid enough for buddy to stay after finding the one. Vow of poverty? Forgotten. He's getting all the seasonal decor spring, fall, holidays. He goes all-in, from the table runners to the garlands to themed mugs. Will randomly adopt pets (or humans because he's a caring boi)? You’ll be out shopping and return home to a goat he’s rescued from a “really sad situation.” You’ll come home to find him casually sipping tea (that could kill a lesser mortal) while the new addition sits nervously, unsure how to process this angelic man’s kindness. And he’s so sweet about it that refusing feels impossible. You’ll just sigh, pat the goat’s head, and wonder how you ended up married to the patron saint of strays.

D

now this is hard to imagine but after years (ages of traveling), D would be a surprising home body. Despite being insanely tall, he is incredibly fond of nooks and crannies to snuggle into. Not big into cooking but will definitely look over your shoulder as you cook. Bonus- does not do well with spicey food, which you found out after you find him hunched up after sneaking a taste of a soup you warned him about. Really good with repairs and gradually learns to accept that he finally has a place of his own. Does not like leaving home a lot (very cat coded). One day you might this dhampir writing an account of his travels like Bilbo but that day is far in future because he's humble king.

Lestat (lol idk why i'm writing him)

Lestat? Oh, he’s the neighbor everyone talks about. High-maintenance? Yes. A party animal? Absolutely. But he’s also the life of every gathering, hosting Gatsby-esque soirées that turn your house into a hub of opulence. He lives for the drama of entertaining. Think crystal chandeliers, flowing champagne, and live jazz bands. Every party is an event. Lestat basks in the compliments, occasionally throwing in casual remarks about how you make the house a home, just to fluster you in front of the guests. Occasionally, things might get wild. Like, "Yennefer-of-Vengerberg-what-are-you-doing" wild. The kind of parties that neighbors gossip about for years. But Lestat pulls it off with such flair that no one ever stays mad for long. Outside of the glitz and glamour, though, he’s hopelessly devoted. Sure, he’s eccentric, but at the end of the night, when the guests leave and the music fades, it’s just you and him. And this vampire is in awe of finding love that accepts him with his freak.

[pinkberrytea]

Writing year in review: 2024

Tysm for the tag @amoremagnificentbastard and @deadly-diminuendo! Took me quite some time but I’m finally doing it! Forgibe 😭

words posted: 32,230

additional words written: 1,551 (Referring to my Secret Santa gift to @amoremagnificentbastard which I haven’t yet posted, I wanted to end the year on an even number 😅)

grand total of words: 33,781

fandoms: BG3

highest kudos: Bloodless - 280 kudos

highest hit oneshot: Memento Mori - 2,813 hits

new things I tried: Everything! I published my first fic back in April and it’s crazy to think it’s been this long since I started. Truth be told I still deal with a lot of insecurity and self-doubt, but I’m endlessly grateful for all the support y’all have shown me along this journey, it means the world to me, truly!

fic I spent the most time on: Vanitas

fic I spent the least time on: Bloodless

favorite thing I wrote: Requiem

favorite thing(s) I read: Oh boy, get ready, because I have a bunch of honorable mentions 😬 All of them are Tavstarion fics, but I sorted them by category for easier navigation!

🦇 AA x F!Tav | 🩸 UA x F!Tav | 🌻 UA x F!Tav (post-game) 🥀 AA x F!Reader | 🔪 UA x F!Reader | 🍷 AA x GN!Reader 🌹 UA x GN!Reader | ✨ AU (F!Tav) | nsfw | ongoing

Long fics

🩸 With Stars to Fill my Dream by @xxnashiraxx (ao3 . tumblr) 🩸 Midnight Chimes by @bardic-inspo (ao3 . tumblr) 🦇 Aeterna Nostalgia by @bardic-inspo (ao3 . tumblr) 🦇 Beloved by @starryjuicebox (ao3 . tumblr) 🥀 In Another Life by @locallegume (ao3 . tumblr) 🥀 Die for You by @astarionancuntnin (ao3 . tumblr) ✨ Branded Blood by @inkymoonbunny (ao3 . tumblr)

Oneshots

🦇 Romance is Dead by @judasiskariot (ao3 . tumblr) 🦇 Blood in the Mortar by @bardic-inspo (ao3 . tumblr) 🦇 Rampaging Bride by @rhiaden (ao3 . tumblr) 🩸 Kissing Every One of Your Ridges by @judasiskariot (ao3 . tumblr) 🩸 Khywren’s Kinktober 2024 by @khywren (ao3 . tumblr) 🌻 Dhampir Dreams by @bardic-inspo (ao3 . tumblr) 🌻 A Feast for the Soul by @nyx-knox (ao3 . tumblr) 🌻 i'll peel my heart like a pomegranate if you promise it won't go to waste by @amoremagnificentbastard (ao3 . tumblr) 🥀 venus in furs by @verbenaa (ao3 . tumblr) 🥀 Make Your Own Kind of Music by @lipstickghoulie (ao3 . tumblr) 🥀 Ribbons of Blood by @lipstickghoulie (ao3 . tumblr) 🥀 Midnight Stroll by @blissfulstarsfics (ao3 . tumblr) 🥀 Taken to the Hilt by @libbybee (ao3 . tumblr) 🥀 The Life of Astarion's Dark Consort by @faerievampling (ao3 . tumblr) 🔪 Loss of Innocence by @lipstickghoulie (ao3 . tumblr) 🔪 Crimson Plots by @lipstickghoulie (ao3 . tumblr) 🔪 The Fool by @obsessedwhyyes (ao3 . tumblr) 🔪 Honeycomb by @roguishcat (ao3 . tumblr) 🔪 Quick and Dirty by @hhh-hemogoblin (ao3 . tumblr) 🔪 For Your Eyes Only by @thedreamlessnights (ao3 . tumblr) 🔪 So Innocent by @marlowethebard (ao3 . tumblr) 🔪 Sweet Dreams, Darling by @deadly-diminuendo (ao3 . tumblr) 🔪 Naughty Girl by @nyx-knox (ao3 . tumblr) ✨ Kinktober 2024 by @xxnashiraxx (ao3 . tumblr) ✨ The Ways of Worship by @astarionancuntnin (ao3 . tumblr) ✨ Atone by @wolficer (ao3 . tumblr) 🌹 When I Think About You by @kittenintheden (ao3 . tumblr) 🍷 Dancing with the Devil by @bananasfosterparent (ao3 . tumblr) 🍷 Bound by You by @carooosa (ao3 . tumblr)

Not all of these were written in 2024, but I only started reading fic in March, so that's why they are included here. I highly highly recommend all of them! As you can see, I’m an avid reader, so feel free to throw recs my way 🥰

writing goals for 2025: I really want to maybe try dipping my toes into xOC territory rather than just sticking to xreader. I’ve been neglecting Mav for so long, it’s about time I start writing for her!

new works:

Bloodless

Death & his Maiden

I've tagged plenty of people already when citing my favorite reads, and I'm also pretty late to the party, so no tags this time! If you're reading this, consider yourself tagged!

[thcdoomed]

It's become a ritual these past few nights. To sit by the fire but say nothing, drawing within herself more than she had in the past. Before she would make the rounds, checking in on everyone, talking to them, learning about them, partially out of curiosity and comradery, partially out of outrunning her recent traumatic past. But it caught up to her a few nights back and she hasn't quite been herself. Even with everyone knowing what she is now, a secret she didn't even know.

The druid woman, Jaheira, she was an interesting one. Her voice reminded her of her father's. Of her own. Thick and hearty, unlike the accents of the others in camp. For a brief moment, it allows her to lower her defenses slightly, a voice that reminds her of home. "I don't have a deal." Now that isn't entirely true, is it? Humble origins, but a complicated present. And those red eyes give away more than she may like. "Trying not to be dark, honestly not that mysterious. I'm just a ranger from the Dalelands. A spider hunter. Nothing more."

@thcdoomed liked this for a starter / accepting

this camp is certainly an interesting one. jaheira has only been here for mere hours now, but already she can identify several interesting dynamics among these people. she's always been the observant type, and having spent many years with hero types ( and otherwise ), she can typically pick apart someone immediately. dronia is different, though, and jaheira hasn't quite figured them out yet.

they may all have the same goal, but she's fully aware that there are other things that everyone else wants. there's a generous mix of different motivations here, and she can't help but be curious about what the situation is going to be like when all of this is over. "so, what's your deal?" she asks the other, her accent thick as ever. she's actually curious, which is rare for her, typically she only takes information she's willingly offered when it comes to companions and allies. "you've got that dark and mysterious thing going on about you."

[eidetictelekinetic]

So I have this theory that in the books, the vampire blood was slowly changing Daniel even if it wasn't enough to turn him, bc causing ongoing change is literally what vampire blood does when ingested, I've never seen vampire blood that is so constantly transformative as it is in TVC

So basically if Daniel hadn't fallen apart so thoroughly, eventually he might have ended up some kind of hybrid

Which led me to a show-verse thought: Armand wipes Daniel's memories to save him, but the blood's already doing all it can do... leading to a Daniel who is barely aging over time and has no idea why*

(*This is not an excuse to avoid old!Daniel; it is an excuse to play with Luke's Daniel in one modern-day scenario while happily playing with Eric's elsewhere, and also it's just me and my dhampir fascination + my curiosity about vampire blood being so transformative + "oh wait this could get trippy")

[daydreamerwonderkid]

I see your vampire!Bruce Wayne AU and I raise you this:

Normal human Bruce Wayne raising his horde of vampire/dhamphir children, but because Bruce is Bruce no suspects any of the Batkids are, well ... bat kids.

Even the Batkids are confused at first when they first meet Bruce. Batman shows up and they're like:

"Oh, shit it's Batman! The very scary, very territorial Vampire Lord who's completely taken over Gotham and has managed to strike fear into the heart of all the most notorious vampire leaders! And he wants to adopt me into his coven? Sounds sketchy, but aight."

Only for them to wake up the next day and realize that not only is Batman in fact NOT a vampire, but he's also the most pitiful and pathetic human they've ever laid their eyes on and there's no fucking way they can leave him now.

Humans are already super fragile and easy to kill as is. And their new guardian is risking his life every night masquerading as an all powerful Vampire Lord!!!!

It's honestly a miracle that Bruce hasn't been killed yet and there's no way they're going to let their clueless human guardian wander off by himself. Especially after they realize he keeps forgetting that humans aren't supposed to be awake for 72 hours straight and his skin is paler than the giant hoards of case file documents he tries to sift through while barely touching his own food.

This poor idiot human is so committed to pretending to be a vampire that he's actually convinced himself he has night vision and spends more time hanging out in a literal Batcave than he does in his own fucking house!

Meanwhile, Bruce is thoroughly convinced he's got a complete handle on the whole raising vampire/dhampir children thing. After all, it's not like he's had to change much about his own personal life to that of a parent taking care of a horde of supernatural children.

He already spends more time awake at night anyway and while the kids don't mind human food absolutely love Alfred's cooking, it's not difficult to get a hold of any blood when they actually need to feed on something more substantial. Considering he's the biggest contributor to Gotham's blood donation centers, it's not like anyone's gonna tell him no.

Bruce also read somewhere that while vampires in the modern age don't actually need to hunt humans to feed anymore (considering the above mentioned donation centers), their hunting instincts haven't gone away, either. So while he was initially against the idea of letting his kids getting involved in his vigilante lifestyle, it was probably a good thing in the end that they had an alternative outlet for their growing vampiric urges. Like Alfred, he would have preferred it if they had gotten into competitive sports or something similar instead, but all his children had proven themselves to be just as stubborn as he is so he made do with what he could.

Especially considering the fact that a parenting article he read mentioned how extremely sensitive young vampires/dhampirs are towards the well-being of those who make up their coven. Dick, ALONE, had proved how absolutely futile his attempts to separate his night time and day time activities truly were. Apparently, it was detrimental to young vampires to be separated from their parents/guardians for too long. Better he trained them and supervised them himself versus having to re-experience Dick, Tim and Cass stalking him like the supernatural predators they were while doing his nightly patrols.

And if any of his children leaned a bit more into their feral nature whenever Bruce happened to get hurt on patrol, that was just kids' instincts reacting to the head of their coven being threatened. It's taken years of training, grounding and long late night discussions to convince his children to try holding back their supernatural strength and bloody acts of retribution. He still finds himself lecturing them from time to time even if he's fully aware they're all humoring him.

He still has the small collection of baby fangs that Dick had somehow roped all his younger siblings into contributing to over the years. For the life of him, he can't begin to fathom why anyone would want to collect teeth or why his children are so adamant that he holds onto theirs. But ever since he jokingly mentioned the Tooth Fairy to a horrified and offended younger Dick when his first set of baby fangs finally started coming in, it seems his children are determined to make sure no one can even attempt to think about exchanging their fangs for mere quarters.

And for the record (and despite what his children and friends keep on insisting), he never set out to actually pretend to be a "Vampire Lord." He just honestly thought designing his costume around one of his deepest fears would be a good way for him to use that fear against the criminals of Gotham.

He also won't admit that he completely forgot about the obvious association people make between bats and vampires.

[simpcityy]

My Little Spawn Pt.3 (Dadstarion X Child!Reader)

Summary: Astarion was finally free from Cazador after being kidnapped by a mindflayer but he was stuck with one annoying task, you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Baldur's Gate 3 or any of its characters.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Use of (Y/N), Cazador, language, violence, spoilers for those who haven't gone far in the game, mentions of blood, animal death...Uhhh...I think that is all.

Authors Note: Thank you all so much for the support! I am so glad you are all loving this series so far! As always please, like, reblog and comment if you are loving this series and hopefully others would like it as well. Also...THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 500 FOLLOWERS. YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST. Since we reached this number, I would do another father figure series because I feel I'm much better at that than a romance x reader version. Who should it be? Gale? Wyll? Rolan? Gortash? So many choices!

  Astarion leans against the rocky wall watching you get swarm by the female druids and Tieflings coddling you from how adorable you are. He lets out a small smile seeing you pout as the ladies coo at you. He thinks back to the discovery he found out 2 nights ago. Dhampir, when has Cazador ever been involved with a human. More importantly which dumb female wants to be in a relationship with Cazador. He looks at you seeing you trying to squirm away from the ladies. He sudden thinks back how protective Cazador was with you. Never letting you step out of the palace even at night….no…he wasn’t protecting you but rather himself. He’s raising you as a spawn to conceal the reality of your powers. What a bastard but then again Astarion is not surprised, it’s Cazador after all.  

 You finally had enough of this ladies and burst out crying “Astarion!” You wail feeling overwhelmed. He sighs and walks over “Excuse me Ladies, I think the little one has enough and I hate for them to get cranky.” He picks you up walking away from the pouting ladies. “Now, now, there is no need to cry” He sighs and rubs your back as you whimper clinging on to his armor. “Don’t like the attention or what?” He asked as you only kept quiet whimpering a couple times laying your head on his shoulder trying to relax. He leans his head back trying to look at you, “Are…you okay, so odd of you to be quiet.” He mutters trying to find the group in the grove. “I just miss home…I miss papa…and everyone else…” You mutter. He sighs “there, there but you have me no?” He hums walking through the grove enjoying this simple conversation with you. “I want to go home…my clothes don’t fit much…it hurts me and I miss my toys!” You whine. Astarion lets out a chuckle “Oh what a spoiled little spawn…well creature…eh, you’ll always be a little spawn to me.” He puts you down looking at you, it was true, he did notice you were an inch taller than yesterday and your clothes did look a bit tight. “Oh you weren’t kidding…” He thinks looking around “Dhampir do grow faster and mature faster….” He mutters to himself before going to a trader seeing if they have anything in stock, fabric even. 

As he was busy, you stray from him as you spotted a few tiefling children playing. You ran over smiling “Can I play!” You stood in front of them. “Sure! You’re from Baldur’s gate aren’t you by the way you talk and dress?” One of them smiles, “What games do you play at home?” One asked. You think carefully. Games, well you play ball by yourself, Cazador has you learn reading and writing. “I…um…I don’t know…usually papa has me studying and sends his people to play with me.” You held your hands behind your back and kick your feet in a shy manner. “Oh…you’re those kinds…Um….I think I heard my mom calling” They quickly left as the others give other excuses and leave you alone. You only look down and grab the ball they dropped bouncing it on your own. “What’s the matter?” Gale walks over seeing the scene. You look up, eye glossy trying not to let tears fall down. “Making friends is hard…” You whisper “Back home there is no other children playing with me…” Gale looks at you thinking back to himself as a young child. “It is isn’t it?” He smiles gently grabbing the ball from you and tossing it to you playing. You smile giggling and toss it back to him. “I don’t have any friends at home to play with, papa never lets me leave the big castle…” You catch the ball as it was tossed back. “Is that so? I know how it feels to be lonely…how about this.” He catches the ball and placed it down as he squats to your height. “(Y/N) would you like to be my friend?” He smiles as your eyes widen gasping. “You mean it!” Your little body bouncing with excitement. Gale nods waiting for your response. “Yes!” You bounce happily “ I have to tell Astarion!” You ran off to find the pale elf. Gale chuckles watching run off to bother Astarion with a big smile on your face.  

The next day You were told to stay in the grove. Shadowheart chuckles watching you pouting away eating whatever was given to you. “I want to go out too!” You look up at her. She only sighs “How do I deal with children…you want to go out you say? I guess we can outside the gates and collect some herbs. I know everyone is going to need healing after this battle.” Getting up, she held your hand and walked outside of the grove. You ran around happily collecting flowers for everyone. “What am I supposed to collect?” You asked her. She smiles fixing your hair “See this herb right there, that’s what we need.” She points as your eyes follow the direction she was pointing at. You ran over picking it up smiling and collected more. She only sits by the rock watching you over as you collected whatever caught your little eye. You hum the same tune Cazador would hum to you. Collecting flowers you stopped seeing a bunny hop around in the distance. Shadowheart was busy playing with the artifact like a rubik's cube only to look up hearing the poor bunny squeal in the distance. She panics not seeing you and gets up putting the artifact away. “(Y/N)!?” She follows the sound before going down a small path behind a rock wall seeing you drain the blood of the poor bunny. You look up at her blood soaking your shirt and your lips stained. “What…are you doing?” She slowly walks over to you and kneels by you. You look at him “I…I didn’t mean to…I wanted to play with the bunny but…” You began to wail feeling overwhelmed by these urges. “Oh please don’t cry.” Shadowheart panics looking around, not knowing what to do in this scenario. “Where is the Spawn when you need him…okay. Let’s clean you up and a nap will help” She holds your hand ignoring the blood and toss the rabbit on the side into a bush for a wolf or other animal to chow on. She walks to the river and makes you wash your hands. “Relax, everything is going to be okay.” She whispers as you whimper. She collects water into her palm and rubs off the blood from your shirt the best of her ability. She sighs seeing the shirt to be now discolored into the blood stain. “Your bag is in the grove….we can’t let them see you like this.” She wipes your cheeks clean as well. You look over hearing the bush rustle behind her. Shadowheart quickly picked you up and took out her mace. “Who goes there!” She glares. You cling to her only to tear up seeing Astarion walk out of the bush. 

“There you are, I thought I smelled blood near the gate.” He was out of breath and bruised from the battle they came back. His hair was all over the place and had a panicked look on his face. Shadowheart puts her mace away “Don’t scare me like that! I could’ve swing!” She scolds at him. He paid no attention to her as he walks over seeing your face stained in tears and a scared look. He noticed your clothes stained in blood. He took you from her arms and held you close, his hand on the back of your head. “What in the hells were you thinking?! I thought it was your blood I smelled all the way from the gates! I thought you got hurt!” He yells but not loudly knowing how much you hate it. You only laid your little head on his shoulder crying into his shoulder, your fist clinging on to him. He softens a bit feeling your little shoulders shake, you were scared. “What happened?” He looks at Shadowheart ready to pin this on her. “What did you do to them!” He glares at her. Hearing the commotion, Tav found them along with the others following. “What’s going on? Why is (Y/N) crying?” Tav walks over ready to stop Astarion seeing the murderous glare at the young woman. “What did you do!” He repeats to her, holding you close. “Their Dhampir side came out…” Shadowheart looks at him, feeling a bit speechless seeing him get this overprotective. She snaps out of it and points to the bunny in the bush. Gale walks over but turns around quickly “If you have a weak stomach…I suggest not looking” He covers his mouth. Tav walks over and looks at the bunny. “Gods…its in pieces….” They whisper. Hearing their comments made you tear up. They think your a monster, they won’t be your friends anymore…they won’t take you to see your home and papa anymore. You only hide your face more, letting out choked sobs. “Enough! Think before you speak.” Astarion held you close “We just hide the damn bunny and do our best to cheer them up…they are feeling overwhelmed and not themselves…gods do you people ever use your brain?” He walks off holding you close. 

  Night fell, you were in Astarion tent, in the corner. The pale elf walks in holding food, “Your still human…you need to eat this….we can start implementing human foods more than blood to control that urge.” He sits by you. You only look at the plate, hugging your knees and shake your head no. “(Y/N)...it was okay what you did…it’s in your nature…and I know your scared…I was too…when I first became a spawn….” He whispers softly and scoots closer only for you to scoot away. “ No…I don’t want to you…or anyone…like I did to Mr.Bunny..” You tear up. “Is that why mommy didn’t want me…am I a monster…they…probably won’t be my friends anymore” You whispers thinking back their reaction to the bunny. Astarion looks at you before grabbing your arm, you gasp and try to wiggle away, scared to hurt him only to feel a warm embrace. Astarion held you close, planting a kiss on the top of your head. “By hells, you are speaking nonsense little spawn.” He rubbed your back. “If they thought of us as monster, we wouldn’t be here now…they…are odd in their own ways you know so no one is perfect.” He grabbed the plate “Now eat up” He feed you a piece of fish and sat you on his lap, making sure you ate. You happily munched feeling slightly better. 

  After finishing your food, you laid your little head on Astarions chest as he held you close in one arm while the other was busy reading a book about Dhampir’s he found in a box. Your little doe eyes look up seeing everyone walk to Astarion’s tent. You cling to him feeling anxious only to calm down as Astarion rubs your little arm, “Relax, they come bearing gifts” He hums. Gale was the first one to talk “(Y/N), it was rude of me to…you know…having a weak stomach but you have nothing to worry about, I will always be your friend.” He smiles and leans down leaving down a purple wrapped gift on the ground for you smiling. He rubs your head “Sleep well” He whispers before being pushed back by Karlach, “Hey little soldier! Look what I got you” She smiles placing the small stuff bear in your arms which you happily accepted. “Thank you” You whisper shyly hugging the bear. Shadowheart smiles as it was her turn. “I got you some pretty flowers and made a couple of bracelets, we both have one. “ She shows off hers and place the other next to Gale’s gift. Tav walks over smiling and crouched next to you and Astarion. “Mine…you’ll have to wait because I promise…I will take you back home” They pat your head. Upon hearing this, you gasp. “You mean it! I get to see my papa soon!” You sat up. 

Astarion leans back watching you interact happily with everyone, that fear gone. He chuckles seeing you yawn and rub your eyes. “Alright little spawn time for sleep.” He looks at the others shooing them away from his tent and picks you up, fixing the bedroll and lays down, holding you close. He wasn’t going to let you go through this alone, not on his watch. You’re his little spawn after all.

[one-in-a-million-fishsticks]

So, lately I've been reading my way through some really good Castlevania fics on A03, and I have to say that while there exists a delicious selection of fix-its....

There is a definitive lack of time-travel fics where the Nocturne-era crew get sent back to 1400s Wallachia.

Imagine the insanity of that scenario? Maria, Richter, Annette, and Juste have never known anything quite as bad as the full power of Dracula's wrath. Even Ezrebet Bathory couldn't hold a candle to carnage and destruction on that scale.

Alucard is just having an all around awful time for obvious reasons, and then you have Trevor and Sypha. Trevor is just doing Trevor, getting drunk and trying to forget his grief when WHABAM!... More Belmonts, two other random hunters, and a super old dhampir with depression. He is not emotionally prepared for any of that, and neither are the others.

Sypha is just doing Sypha, trying to save the world and looking for the right crew to help her out with that. She has no idea what her presence (and Trevor's) mean to Alucard, just that she's found her Hunter and Soldier.

Trevor is immediately both protective of his newly materialized relatives and standoffish with them. He of course has no idea that they've time-traveled or that he's their ancestor, so while he sees Richter as "just a kid" and innocent of any wrongdoing, he holds some resentment towards Juste because his perspective is basically "Why didn't this surviving elder of the Belmont clan come to try and help me when I was alone as a child? Did he genuinely not know that I was alive or did he just not care?"

Richter really wants to say something and set the record straight, but Juste finds it easier to be loathed than to try explaining, so he keeps Richter quiet.

Maria is still just mourning her mother and trying to recover, so she mostly does her own thing while occasionally spending some time practicing magic alongside Sypha and Annette.

Annette isn't sure how to feel about this whole clusterfuck, but she's pretty sure that she hates it, and she definitely hates having to watch as people undergo even greater suffering around her.

Alucard is crying in the corner, he's so fucking exhausted but can't tell anybody because he needs to be strong for "the kids," Oh..... And also this version of Trevor still hates anything and everything night related, even him, so showing weakness just gets him mocked.

And there's Dracula coming in from the left with a steel chair!!!!!!! 😮 🪑

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

I feel like the targaryen reader would have only marry alucard if he agreed to all her terms, like first she needs to have many heirs for house targaryen, the children must have the name targaryen and valyeran first names, their first language will be high valyeran which she also expects him to become fluent in, and other targaryen traditions like cradle eggs and on a unrelated note alucard is so malewife coded😂 do you think that he would agree to her terms or would he try to negotiate with her

Oooh, yes, I 100% agree! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

Targaryen! Reader absolutely has a list of demands she expects Alucard to adhere to. I imagine an infernal document, forged not only by law (and/or blood) but by magic. It makes it so anyone who fails to obey the rules as they are written suffers. Now I'm not saying it would be IMPOSSIBLE to break the contract/its spell, but it would be an influential safeguard that tells Alucard: 'Don't even THINK about going there!'.

Alucard becoming fluent in another language is easy to picture, as he already knows several. They say the more languages you learn, the easier learning new ones becomes.

And yes, oh my god! He's so malewife-coded! Like if you've ever seen/read The Way of The House Husband (about an ex-yakuza member who retires to become a house husband), that's a good representation of what Alucard would be like in his malewife duties. (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

He plays it cool at first. He tries to be stoic and negotiate as if he doesn't have an embroidered apron with his perfect measurements ready to don at a moment's notice.

Of course, he eventually relents after a few goings back and forth- not with the intention of necessarily changing any of her requirements, more so as a show of willpower.

I believe even as a Yandere, Alucard is so desperate for eternal companionship, he's such a simp in the way he bends over backward to appease his "love". He knows his life is going to be long and lonely, even as he watches Village Belmont flourish right before his eyes. He wants a legacy that can grow with him, and keep him company for the rest of his life.

Granted, Targaryens are not immortal, but their dragons are so long as they are fed and are not hunted/killed. This guarantees Alucard a companion, and a supernatural one at that, which is especially consequential as it fulfills the connection to his inhuman side. So long as humans keep breeding, technically speaking, Alucard could find new sets of human companions as the previous ones age and die off. But it's trickier finding a supernatural companion, and a loyal one at that.

Not to mention if they get busy having kids (and for the sake of the argument here, let's say that dhampirs are totally NOT sterile and are capable of producing offspring), then those kids start having kids, we're talking about a potentially revitalized Targaryen line! (I mean yeah, it would prob take some inbreeding but that's nothing new with Targaryens, am I right?)

I can totally see Mr. Mom/Househusband Alucard building a specialized crib for any of their children, with a little nook for their kid's cradle egg. And then once both hatch, you have Alucard walking around Village Belmont wearing a twin baby sling, proudly displaying his two little beasts...

BEHOLD! A proud Daducard with his Targaryen babies:

[vxxcte]

very slight TRUMP stageplay + manga spoilers !!

crashing out over this pic of them so bad. I have so much to say.

THE WAY SOPHIE LOOKS AT UL …

He is sort of looking up, right at Ul. his head is tilted, specifically angled so that his face comes parallel to Ul’s and he can look at him better/directly. but during the rest of Sophie’s life before he met Ul, he was always looking down/away from other people, in the sense that he was always keeping to himself because he didn’t like anyone around him. but he’s looking at Ul.

and in the manga Sophie makes a point of not actually wanting a friend, he doesn’t want to get close to anyone, but in this picture his hand placement looks like he might be about to reach for Ul’s hair, like he might be almost taking that step to get closer to Ul.

meanwhile Ul looks so relaxed, his eyes are closed, both hands in frame which makes him look so unguarded. it says so much to me that he’s like this around Sophie, something he couldn’t do with any of his other friends because he had to hide how he’s a dhampir from them.

maybe Ul feels safe around Sophie because Sophie is someone who wouldn’t hate him for what he is or want him to hide it, unlike how his family seemingly hated dhampirs (especially because/even though he was one) and wanted him to hide his own dhampirism.

- or there’s also just the fact that his closed eyes are foreshadowing his death. maybe he’s not looking at Sophie despite his whole thing being that he is always looking at Sophie. because he was always looking for, in Sophie, something that Sophie did not have (a desire to overcome what he is, or any sort of hope that would validate Ul when no one else would).

DISCLAIMER: all I’m saying is in the process of drawing, Decisions were made to give them these specific demeanors/expressions/hand placements etc. I do not know exactly how much thought was put into those decisions but I know it always gets worse the more you think about it anyway 💔

when ul said ‘oh god there is a miracle standing in front of me’ to/about sophie and sophie looks at ul the same way ul spoke about him. I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE