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The differences of DarkStripe and Sasha's births

For context with DarkStripe, @randys-ranch came up with an idea that single-kit litters are seen as bad luck in the clans

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tyr

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Tyr

Tyr is a fawn Burmese tom with dark brown ears and paws, and long, slender legs.

He is mentioned like once in Pinestar's choice.

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Wc fusion adopts!

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bloody [gow headcanon]

prompt: when they see you covered with blood

character(s): kratos, thor, baldur, tyr, freya, freyr & heimdall

wc: 1.7k || tags&notes: gn!reader, no use of y/n or pronouns, fluff, kisses, touches. anger, madness, violence, getting hurt, blood, a little angst (maybe), lover!reader.

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KRATOS likely to show a great anger the first time he sees blood on your body, both feeling irritating sense of not being able to protect you and wonder who had enough encourage to touch you – to hurt you. so, his face shows madness coming from pure rage he feels like he felt on his previous life in greek. however, he tries to hide it – decrease it when his palms hold your cheek, making you look at him directly and answer his, “who did this to you?” question which comes like a poison from his mouth – like he is ready to hold blades of chaos and manslaughter everyone cross his path including those hurt you. you only smile as an ensure that you are fine and the blood don’t belong to you. holding his hands, you use them to travel on your body, feeling there is no wound, just blood of others who tried to hurt you. his hazel eyes filled with sparkles of rage soften each moment his hands travel and finally, he takes relaxed breaths, calming down, looking at you with determined and furrowed eye brows, giving a lecture about how you need to be more careful, even calling him whenever there is a treat. he doesn’t speak aloud but his kisses on your face, his hands on your back to push your body to his, hugging you tightly, he shows how much he is afraid to see you hurting. you mean everything to him alongside atreus. he doesn’t waste any time to show you this while he cleans blood with water and cloth as you watch his massive hands work on your body gently. 

THOR is so much like kratos. however, unlike him, thor doesn’t mind using violence at all. he makes you tell names of those who hurt you. if you don’t tell, not wanting to see him acting violently even though they deserve it according to him, he seeks for them after he watches you remove your clothes, getting into a bathtub, cleaning yourself and the wounds you have while thor’s eyes study every part of you from head to toe without any shame, believing he has right to do it without asking for a permission and from deep down, you like seeing him watching you, spending his time like this only for you as his father keep asking him. you know he cares for you, so, you let him sit there, hands on knees, kneeling little towards you. his hands even caress your hair from time to time and after you are done, he picks up clothes you choose for you, helping you get dry and wear them. he kisses every wound you have while doing it, then, he nods, ready to leave for killing those who left marks of violence on your precious body. you let him even if you don’t appreciate his way of solving problems but you know he can’t stop ‘till he breaks bonds, cutting flesh, end their lives. 

BALDUR sees them even though you literally try every spell to hide them from him, knowing very well that if he sees them, he will turn into the madman, using advantage side of being an invulnerable god, killing everyone who crosses his path which goes into torturing creatures who touched his beloved without caring your health and being. however, when he finally sees them, he takes an oath to show them no mercy, put the fact that no one in all realms can think of touching you in any ways into their stupid brains before killing them. he probably choose his dragon to burn them all, laughing menacingly and feeling anger leaving his body with flames coming from burnt out bodies. he never blames you for hiding them but he says how you should stay by his side day and night so he can protect you because the world is cruel and he can’t endure the idea of seeing you getting hurt and sad. you are the only one who gives him the meaning of life and being, so, he always shows you this through these actions, protecting you with all costs, not minding whether his father is disappointed or not, not when he sees you alive and beside him – inside his arms. 

TYR is not likely to act violent against violence, instead, he chooses to take you into a safe zone he knows well, preparing enough medicine to clean wounds properly, giving you your health back, asking you what went wrong and listening carefully with pure attention as you tell the events openly. he helps you calm yourself down, giving you kisses soft as feathers, effective as sun and beautiful as roses. you let yourself getting rid of both wounds and sadness coming with them thanks to his gentle manner, taking you into his arms, covering your body with his massive one and putting kisses on your hair slowly. he is your safe zone, not the place he takes you into, no, he is the meaning of safety and the intoxicated feeling devour you. yes, he gives some advices about being watchful since all realms include danger but he knows you will get stronger after this incident with his help and he just smiles at you, ensure you that he will stay on your side forever, heal every wound you will have even if it means a hundred time. 

FREYA choose not to show her anger when you seek for medicine in her cave, showing where bloods coming from after removing clothes, exposing some parts of your body without thinking twice, being in a safe place giving you confidence to do so. she doesn’t spend any time, picks right and efficient magical spells and potion, using them to make you better – to see you well, safe and sound which she needs to see every day and night. she doesn’t like when you pull a wry face because of the pain, no, she prefers you with a strong gesture and full health. she tells you to rest in her cave, not thinking about anything, just reaching your health back while she discovers how you get hurt – who you get violence from, and she doesn’t think for second time as strong devilish magic of her finds their targets, giving them pain – much more than you felt, anger’s sparkles on her eyes, glowing lights on her palms and arms. she listens sounds that her targets make, her anger getting lower. when she finally is done with them, she rushes to see you again and preparing food to eat – good one because you need to recover and she needs to show her concern through intimate moments. also, she is determined to teach you lots of protection magic and spells ‘till your mind is filled with them. 

FREYR ‘s face will brighten with concern as he rushes to you, his hands reaching to you, grapping your arms, caressing them from up to down ‘till he holds your hands, asking so many questions in a minute such as whether you are okay or not, need anything from him, how you are covered in such blood. his concerned and calm manner changes into angry and mad one as he asks questions like ‘who did this to you’. he needs to know it – he wonders who can put a finger on you in the realm in which he opened his eyes for the first time, called as home. he is ready to take down those stupid creatures who thought they can hurt you and get away with it. however, he is just a silly because you just go for a hunt and the prey’s blood is all over you, so, you aren’t injured, no, instead, you are good and when you tell him that while holding his cheeks, half-laughing, he blinks so many times you ask if he is okay. when he comes to himself once again, he hugs you, saying how happy he is to see you weren’t hurt. he takes you from the hand into his special room, spending some times – some intimate times with you in there, letting you realize how much you mean to him, “don’t do that again. you have no idea how I can go mad if I see you hurt.” you listen him, then, you say you will not scare him like that again. also, you let him go for a few hunts with you after that day because every time he looks at you with cute eyes, making you become softer and let him travel behind you all the time. 

HEIMDALL is surprised and taking back when he sees your face and upper body filled with red blood. firstly, he goes for your mind, reading it to understand how you ended with these much blood. when he sees the fights you had before coming back to asgard – to him, how you got cuts from here to there, nothing serious but enough to make your face darken with pain, his own anger blooms inside his stomach. he is angry because of both how they dared to touch you in the first place and how he failed to show to all realms that no one could touch you since you are beloved one of heimdall, son of odin, god of foresight and lord of the asgard. he notes that he will travel around all realms, making every living beings understand the consequences of hurting and even touching you, heimdall’s beloved one and lover who he can burn all places for. after that, he lets you approach him with a shy expression, knowing he already knows how you ended up like that. you hate to be weak and you hate more when heimdall sees you weak. however, he shows no cockiness as he makes his way to you, putting a hand on your cheek to caress it, saying, “I will make sure each of them suffer enough to remember it ‘till they reach for hell.” with glowing purple eyes filled with proud because of seeing you fight for your life, coming back to him, and rage because of seeing faces of your attackers. he then makes you to follow him into his room he barely uses just for spending time with you in private, removing your clothes, cleans your wounds, reads your thoughts and feeling protective over you. he realizes how his hands go crazy while thinking how it was so easy for those attackers to hurt you while he is afraid to touch you sometimes. he will be their nightmare for sure and he goes for their heads after he spends a quite calm night with you on bed, giving you the love you needs to see after such violent incident. 

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Begged & Borrowed Time | GALE DEKARIOS - chapters 23 & 24 now out!

cannot believe i'm six chapters away from finishing my longfic. it has definitely been a journey and i still have a way's to go, but eeee i am so excited to finish this story.

below is a snippet from chapter 24, so beware of spoilers! (unless spoilers make you wanna check it out...in that case, click below to read the full fic on Ao3!)

Begged & Borrowed Time | GALE DEKARIOS

pairing: Gale x OC | chapters: 24 of 30 | wc: 78,124

ch. 24 preview below!

“I’m certain there’s no shrine to Silvanus within,” I say, still looking up at the masonry as my hair continues to dampen from the rain. On a small sign is etched the temple’s name: Stormshore Tabernacle. “But if I no longer have his ear, I guess it shouldn’t matter.” I turn to face her. “Go on,” I nod towards the direction of Elfsong. “I won’t be far behind you.”  Though she hesitates, Shadowheart’s own interest wins out in the end. She hurries down the street to escape to the dry warmth of the tavern. I look back up at the temple to take in its beauty once more before making my way up the stone steps, careful to leave the door cracked behind me.  The silence within the chapel is unlike any I’ve experienced before; the only sound is a quietly crackling brazier set on a raised dais in the center of the cavernous room. It seems even the fire reveres the holiness held within these stone walls.  Carved into the walls to my left and right are four large recesses, each housing their own massive statue presiding over their respective altars. Lit candles adore each marble surface, and though it’s clear that I am the only patron here, I do not feel alone. The air is thick with a warmth that surpasses that of the firelight – a welcomed contrast to the dampness of my skin.  I first go to my right, taking in the likenesses of Tyr and Helm. Admittedly, I know very little, but I’m fascinated nonetheless at the detail of their depictions. Out of respect, I remain for a long moment at each of their altars before traversing to the opposite wall, where Selune stands in all her regal glory. Unlike Tyr and Helm, I heard stories of Selune in my childhood, and even more from Shadowheart ever since we returned from Shar’s final trial. In the days my friends awaited for my body’s revival, Shadowheart had spent a considerable amount of time speaking with Isobel about the Moonmaiden.   The fourth and final carving is a depiction of Mystra. As I study the planes of her face, I recall the night of the tiefling party when I’d sought out Gale once everyone had turned in for the night. Her beauty is as striking in stone as it was in the glow of his magic. Looking upon her, I feel small in comparison. I try not to think of the scope of her power or of her hold on Gale. As much as I try to withhold it, my resentment for the goddess rises as I remember what Gale had told me about their relationship. A cool, sharp breeze flits through the open door, and I think it must be Mystra laughing at my bitterness. How foolish I must seem to her; how entirely insignificant, in the grand scheme of things – and yet here I stand, unable to keep from admiring her. 

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Heimdall x reader

protecting a fire with bare hands pt 5.

I'm having so much fun writing my own take on a reader and Heimdall God, I'm back you guys and I promise Astarion will come back. tagging @loki-love @pkkkkk853456 @slaying69696969 @starke3y @itskrispykremer @gladiolus1010 @tao-tgsh @mother-mozquito zjust in case they would like to continue reading :D

in this chapter, there is a lot more action lol in a way there isn't much Heimdall that I wanted the reader to figure out about herself, and also yes there is more Heimdall next chapter. later in chapters that i am working on people will mistake reader with having hallucinations you'll see why because of Brok Wc: 5.k

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    It had been weeks, and you hadn’t seen Heimdall at all. Well, you didn’t care. 

  The keepers of Black Thunder were your home now and they were your family. Your adopted mother brought you water a towel and scissors. “Are you sure?” You nodded “Please may?” She only huffed “But you have such healthy hair” she patted your hair “Yes but, I just, need to, and I have to go to the All-Father, I have a request and you won’t be seeing me..for a while” May had snipped the scissors and gasped “Oh dear im so sorry!” She looked at the patch of hair and shook her head “But, leaving? Really? Like- Asgard? You haven’t been outside this realm before! You could be killed!” You only laughed “Mother I’ll be just fine. I’ve been trained by the best.” She smiled and nodded “Yes and you are…stronger than anyone I know.” 

   After an hour or two she finished your hair “There…all finished” You looked at yourself and bit your lip “Can we spike it up a bit” Oh bless your adopted mother’s soul she clenched her scissors so tightly. “Spike. It up?” You nodded “Please” she only sighed and grabbed some grease, “Would this look of yours have anything to do with Heimdall?” You clenched the chair's armrests tightly at the mention of his name, the bowl of water rippling like Gulltoppr walked into the room herself. You shook your head “Listen dear, you mustn’t let what happened make you feel lesser than him, Odin put you there cause he saw something in you.” You felt her kiss your cheek “And when Heimdall first sat at that table across from you, he saw something-…someone worth talking to. And he hates…everyone.” You shook your head “Apparently he didn’t foresee that I was a ‘leech’” 

   She only hummed and you stood up finally happy. “Goodness, what will I do with you?” She sighed walking out of your room with the bowl with your hair in it. You went to the wardrobe and grabbed a tunic. It had blue and gold aspects to it, it screamed Asgard, you’d have to find something new. You looked down at your ring the all father had gifted you, sitting on a shelf as the Bifrost in it gleamed, Bifrost always reminded you of Him, the protector of Bifrost, h-…hei- ugh. You couldn’t even conjure up his name if you wanted to. 

   Closing the wardrobe you walked away, before opening it again and taking the ring and your sword, Yes you got a sword. A gift from The all-father, the blade was from a different realm, found it in Tyr temple, and it was still in mint condition, Odin had given it to you and you hadn’t opened it since. It was no Hofud but that didn’t matter, you didn’t care, normal or not. You tied it to your belt, preferring to use your leftover your right. You left The Black Thunder doors waving to those who had bowed their heads and walked outside, the air was clean and the sun was shining. This was the day, nothing could ruin it. 

  “Finally.” You spoke too soon, stopping your stride, you let out a breath through your nose, looking ahead of you. With a growling expression was a giant feline dressed in jewels and gold armor even her nails seemed to have golden casings maybe to stop her from ripping furniture. Your eyes trailed up and yep, there he was, Asgard's protector. Heimdalls hair was put up in braids and suddenly he dropped his Half bitten apple on the ground, you rolled your eyes at the wastefulness and picked it up giving it to the vicious-looking feline whose glare turned into a full dark pupil as she eyed the food, the blue that pierced everyone shrinking as she looked up at you purring softly, she knew you very well. 

   You had had the chance to once be snapped at by her when Heimdall tricked you into giving her an apple, it wasn’t on purpose just her mouth was much bigger than an apple and your hand. It made you shriek and gave Heimdall a laugh but then he noticed you never tried to get close to her again, so when you were talking to him as he got her saddle ready he took your hand and pressed it on her nose, letting her smell you…know you. 

  The majestic beast waited for an okay of sorts from you guess Heimdall, you sighed and looked up “Can she have this?” You asked and he turned to look at you then back at his nails “That’s more like it, asking before you try and feed my Gulltoppr anything.” Heimdall whistled softly and the girl licked your hand before gently taking the apple, and back into her fierce stance she went. You looked up at Heimdall who after a second confused on the holdup looking at you looked into your mind, “So you're not gonna speak?” He rolled his eyes “The All Father asked me to bring you to his study, so I am going to escort you there on Gulltoppr since it is fast.” 

   Without protest you hopped on the beast leaning back against your arms as she trotted along, you felt her lungs expand under your legs, and her growls and roars vibrated within you, it was always comforting riding her, because you knew you’d be safe, protected from everyone who was ever mean to you. You just didn’t realize the person who trained her would be one of them. Heimdall had straightened up, he looked over his shoulder “You’re making a mistake.” You rolled your eyes he continued when you didn’t speak “Putting the Midgardians inside the walls will only put them in more trouble than it’s worth. I’m trying to advise you not to take that approach.” You took a deep inhale. “As your superior, I would like you to stay out of my mind and not stick your nose into something that doesn’t concern you.” Heimdall stopped Gulltoppr from the first half of the sentence 

  “It concerns me this is my home, I protect it, you do not, you help it progress, The All Father explained that here, you will do whatever it is in your power to help Asgard succeed and I will do whatever it takes to keep it safe. You will fail in your attempt to implement them into our walls. I won’t be there to help clean up your mess” 

   Gritting your teeth you hopped off Gulltoppr and walked with Heimdall riding beside you his eyes didn’t peek into your mind again. You approached the Great Lodge Heimdall hopped off of Gulltoppr and walked beside you “All father is in the middle of a conversation, I suggest we wait before we go to talk to him.” You stopped walking and Heimdall looked at you confused. “Well, I guess we’ll wait here,” he said but you put your hand up “There is no we.” Heimdall closed his eyes and looked ahead of him. “Then I will stay here and wait too.” The door to the Great Lodge opened and Sif came out of it holding her stomach trying to catch a breath of fresh air. 

   You turned watching and Heimdall didn’t even spare a glance. Walking past him you approached Sif and slowly putting a hand on her shoulder she gasped and let out an apologetic laugh “I’m sorry, I’m so out of it.” You smiled “What’s wrong?” You asked 

   Heimdall had emerged from behind you standing at your side watching Sif, she looked down “I just- I miss my sons. I wish I could say goodbye…the last thing I did was fight with them.” She sobbed and turned away from you with your hand falling at your side, looking at Heimdall he rolled his neck and said “She and Thor fought it seems” You looked at Sif and grabbed her hand “Don’t worry…it’ll be okay.” With that she looked at you, her tears stopping and you smiled before leaving her and entering the great lodge. 

  Heimdall followed behind you “What are you thinking? I see cogs turning in your head.” You growled swatting at the air with your hand like he was a bee. In your ear “Didn’t I say Not to read my mind anymore?” Heimdall laughed “I don’t care what you think of yourself and your ‘superiority’ I’m going to look inside of there and figure it out…” Heimdall stopped “You’re leaving?” 

   You stopped and looked down “I have to.” Heimdall rolled his eyes “You've never been outside this realm! You don’t even know anything from Asgard.” You shook your head “Why do you give a damn? You want me gone.” With that he fell silent and you continued to Odin's study Heimdall had told you to wait but you were annoyed and you opened the door and Odin looked at you, he smiled 

   “I was just going to instruct Huginn to fetch you two, come on in dear.” You took a deep breath and walked in, Heimdall closed the door behind you. You watch him walk behind the desk and stand next to Odin.

  Odin laughed “I’m sorry but he had to be here too, you both are partners in this, is that…not good?” Heimdall squinted at the floor “No All Father it’s perfect” you reassured him, “So let’s hear it, I hear you wanted to talk to me about plans for the future and I am excited to hear what you have planned.” You took a deep breath and walked to the desk, this was even worse with Heimdall next to him, his purple eyes getting wider as he pierced your mind, waiting for you to slip up. You closed your eyes thinking.

 it was dangerous to think.

   You then stood up straight, you weren’t going to be intimidated, putting your arms behind your back you looked into Odin's eye and spoke. 

“Sir, I’ve been thinking about the opportunity you gave me, the army we are training, and the trust you want to build with the people, I represent the people inside these walls and beyond these walls…” 

  Odin had sat back and given you his undivided attention, closing his book and folding his hands over his lap, you looked at Heimdall waiting for him to retort but he only kept his stern gaze.

“There’s no doubt you’ve given the midgardians a home, but they need more.” 

  Heimdall scoffed “We have given them safety. They have homes, food supplies, all of it.” Odin nodded “Heimdalls right.” He sighed “What more must I do?” 

  “Just because they are thankful to you doesn’t mean they trust you…or worship you. Trust is more valuable than any gold, outside these walls are many enemies and they do not know how to defend themselves, they need medical care also, many are sick with flus and need just a bit more than what they have. I want to-“ 

 Odin put up his hand and beckoned Heimdall to put his head near him as he whispered in his ear, Heimdall looked at Odin and nodded, and looked back at you. Heimdall bowed and left. You felt tension released from the room. “There, now speak freely don’t sound so formal.” You smiled and sat down on the chair and put your hands on the table

   “I want to give them home, inside the walls where they’ll feel safe, cared about. Heimdall thinks it’s more trouble than it’s worth.” Odin laughed, “The amount of cleaning his pets' armor takes is also more trouble than it’s worth.” You smiled, Odin sighed and wrote on a paper “I will think about it, I can’t say I will have an answer soon.” He said looking at you, you nodded “That’s perfect cause, I want to request something.” He raised his brow “yes?”

  You took a deep breath “I want to leave Asgard, I want to go and find myself, and find Magnis and Modi’s bodies, to bring some closure for Thor and Sif.” Odin's face was unreadable, he only lifted his hand calling Huginn to his side he only smiled and grabbed your hand “Walk with me?” You nodded and suddenly ravens circled you, Heimdall had stepped into the circle. 

‘Odin must’ve called him back’

    The ground changed and you were now standing on wet stone looking around. There were vibrant colors, but it wasn’t Vanaheim, the stories described Vanaheim as humid and heavy in plants. There was snow that peaked mountains and around you was water…yes water, it was under you every movement of it was in tune with you, you took a breath and let go, the water would take your nerves and your burdens for now. You looked at The All-Father, who opened his arms “This my dear is Midgard.” You smiled and ran to the ledge “Oh my Gods! Holy Shit! Oh-“ you covered your mouth “I’m sorry it’s just-…I’ve never been outside of Asgard.” You turned to Odin but his smile didn’t falter. Heimdall looked between you both, feeling like he was just a third wheel almost like you both ignored him.

   Odin turned towards the large statue of a man with a spear, you walked next to him and looked up “Tyr?” You asked and he nodded “Yes, and this was his temple.” Heimdall approached you both standing a little ways back and looked up at the statue, his stomach turning in a way he could not describe, maybe it was grief? Foolish thought though Tyr was a traitor making people see him as superior to their father. It was impossible to miss a traitor. Odin shook out of a trance and looked at you “Now it’s your temple.” You looked at him then back up and back at him your smile fading  “What?” Heimdall stepped up “But all father…” he said standing next to you Odin sighed “Sja Hvat-…both of you, relax. You want to search for Magni and Modi don’t you?” You nodded, Heimdall looked at you, his brow twitching “Magni and Modi? They’re dead.” You looked at him “I-“ 

  Heimdall scoffed “This is ridiculous- you're leaving Asgard when it needs  you, already it’s been a few weeks it’s time for you to take charge. Are you really being so stupid to waste your time searching for their bones? what are you running from?” Suddenly there was a sound that made you flinch looking at Heimdall. His head was facing away from you, his hand on his cheek. 

   Odin sighed and shook his hand as if he was suffering from the pain “That is no way to talk to someone Heimdall.” Heimdall only held his face, his lip shook and he bowed “Sorr-“  but Odin had turned away walking towards the doors of the temple, you looked at Heimdall seeing the way he shrunk behind you…hiding. You turned your head slightly feeling your heart ache. No time for that now, he hates when people take pity on him. 

   After a few minutes you shook it off and walked to the doors that Odin had opened. Walking inside you looked around, it was long abandoned, fires were still burning but there were cobwebs and other things, “Well, this is where I leave you to explore, oh and- here.” Odin grabbed Heimdalls hand and yours. mumbling a spell “there, when you find the boy's remains or you're ready to come home, just reach for Heimdall.” You looked at your hand runes showing up on your hand, that reminds you, you haven’t got your own tattoos. 

  Odin smiled as ravens circled him “See you, Protector of The Nine Realms.” You looked up and gasped “Wait, how do I reach for Heimdall?!” But they were gone, you flopped your hands on your legs “Alright…” You looked around…

“Alright.” 

    It had been a few nights trying to understand the layout of the realm and where you would need to look.

    You had found a door while walking the bottom deck passing a boat dock, someone must’ve taken it. You walked inside and saw a sand bowl. You looked up and scratched your head, pulling out a journal with writings on it. You realized it was a riddle. Looking up at the word you wrote in the sand bowl with your fingers, suddenly things started shaking and the ground started to move. Suddenly you were descending on the walls were beautiful murals and paintings. 

  You fiddled with your ring watching how The paintings depicted Tyr as a god of war, of peace. How he traveled realms and traveled places out of the nine realms, meeting with gods…giants. You watched the painting of Tyr and-…his family disappear as you went down, that painting was considerably dark, faded…old. “Must’ve been a long time without seeing them…” You said your voices echoing back to you. The floor stopped and in front of you was a bunch of rings, you looked around the place, it seemed things were open already. 

   You looked at the tree roots covering the walls, you approached a shelf opening a book and blowing away the dust coughing a bit, the book contained pictures- no symbols? 

  You sounded out a word “hy-ro-glyph-phics?” You grabbed another book and opened it, the writing was scribbled with runes and cyphers and spells. You closed it holding the books in between your arm and side, speaking to yourself cause well it was lonely. “Did a lot of research, didn't you Týr?” You saw a long chair and smiled, setting your books down for later. 

   You approached a hall that led into this room full of riches, but those didn’t catch your eye, you approached a statue who’s arm and head was missing along with some broken pottery, leaning down you picked up a piece of coin “..Hacksilver.” You whispered. You grabbed the head, weighing a bit more than you initially thought, looking into the face you smiled feeling along the eyes and placed it next to the statue's torso “There, back to where you belong…somewhat.” 

   Turning you stopped, it was a weapons wall mounted were spears, sickles,a large sword almost like Magnis but from another realm, in fact none of these weapons looked even close to the weapons you’ve seen, but you’ve only ever known Aesir craftsmanship, the most unique one was mjolnir and Hofud both weapons  being mastered by sons of Odin, but two weapons were missing. Looking at the outline of the first one it was long, and seemed to be a staff.

   But you felt your side tingle when you saw the outline of the same shape of the sword Odin gave you, looking down at your hip you untied it and grabbed the blade still covered by the hard case, taking a deep breath you lined it up closing one eye and it was perfect. Looking at it you took your left hand and went to pull it out of its cover…but it didn’t budge. You tried again, hunching over it but it was like it was sealed. Odin wouldn’t have given you a useless sword, right? 

   You shook your head and turned to leave but you noticed a book the cover long worn out but hanging from it was a gold engraved ring on a red string, you opened it and the first page said Journal #1, this was Týrs. You stuffed it under your arm and continued back to the top grabbing the other books. 

    After reading some of the books you decided to head outside. You headed down to the lake and sighed, how were you gonna get off this damn bridge? Closing your eyes you took a deep breath and focused. “I won’t fall, I won't fall.” Taking a step you felt your foot sinking but you didn’t fall in, this was a great opportunity for you to figure all of it out. Without Heimdall, without the All Father…without Asgard. You took another step and though you felt the water seep through your shoes you were walking on water, sorta. 

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  You looked at the giant corpse in front of you, Thamur. You looked at the dead eyes of the giant and took a long swallow of spit, it took you weeks but this was the last place to search, the body had been disturbed causing the structures and ice to collapse blocking openings. You looked down “dammit!” You yelled looking down but something caught your eye, water but when does water not catch your eye but this was different the water was only a small stream, but it was going up, which wasn’t supposed to be possible. You leaned down and looked up along the stream as it led into a small crack between the ice, you jogged over and got on all fours crawling through it, it was dark your eyes needed to adjust and just as soon as you got in you slipped and almost fell into an abyss of dark grabbing onto the icy ledge the ice burning with cold through your fingers. You gathered yourself but the water had turned to the left. Something said follow…so you did.

    Though it took a long time you found yourself at a gap, but sitting in front of you no doubt was remains, old, but next to it laid a sword…big and silver your heart burned and your blood pumped to your ears ‘Magni’ 

   You looked down, you couldn’t make this jump…maybe you didn’t have to, looking around you, everything was ice. You cracked your knuckles and neck putting up your hands “Ice is just water…ice is just water…come on girl!” You shook your hand “Don’t freeze, flow. Yea, flow…flooww” you said pushing at the ground with your hands. Waiting for a good five seconds nothing happened, you looked up “Nope? Okay just gotta feel it with your heart come on.” You put your arms up “Flooooooooowwwwww” 

   …nothing, not even a crack…

  Letting out a frustrated scream “For the love of The All Father, Fucking flow!” You screamed, suddenly the ice completely melted falling down into the gap filling it with water. You smiled “Yes!” You continued on jumping in the water “oh! Oh- cold!” You gasped immediately swimming to the other side and climbing up.

    Your victory was short lived though because minus the sounds of your inner thoughts congratulating you, there was nothing else, just silence. The stream had started going in the right direction of gravity falling off the ledge behind you, it only felt right to say thank you, it seemed like it led you to where you needed to go. You looked at the body in front of you, wiping your face. The cold surroundings must’ve kept it from decomposing completely. Taking a deep breath you picked up the sword and laid it on him, noticing the way his face had been split in two, you closed your eyes trying not to think about it. About who could’ve done this. 

   You took a deep breath, tears emerging from your eyes. 

“Reach for Heimdall” you repeated and you lifted your hand that Odin wrote on, waving it around searching for touch, something…when you opened your eyes someone was holding your hand and you pulled, coming from the tear in the realm Heimdall came through. “Figured it out?” He asked, you nodded looking down at Magni, “There he is…” you whispered.

   Heimdall and you stayed quiet. You were going to speak but he beat you to it “He was always a brute.” You looked at Heimdall, he only chuckled “When he was born, everything seemed alright. He was healthy and fat like his father for fucks sake just— super big.” He wiped his mouth. “When I first held him, he had my finger in his little hands, he chewed on it. And those eyes, full of trouble. But his mind was so clean, so pure…so new.” You had made a little movement that snapped Heimdall out of his own thoughts; his face went from soft back to blank. “Anyway, We’re better without them anyway they're useless. Are you coming home?” You shook your head “I have to find modi and- I’m not homesick yet” you shrugged. Heimdall nodded and suddenly ravens circled him and Magnis remains. 

   Just like that he was gone.

You stared ahead of you with a shock expression. 

‘We’re better without them…’

‘What?’

   You scratched your lip picking at the scar that Heimdall had gifted you, “how could he say that?” You said to yourself pacing back and forth picking even more at your healed scar. “Useless? Is that really what they think? Of their own?!” You were so enveloped in your mind you didn’t hear the Ice cracking like your nerves, looking down there was water dampening the ground, snapping out of your thoughts you turned and saw water rushing from cracks between the ice. 

‘Shit, did I do that?�� You shook your head.

Putting your arms up you focused on trying to make it stop “Stop stop! No.” You begged it, not sure how to stop it. “Just because my tears are running doesn’t mean you should!” You yelled at the water. And it stopped holding it in place. you smiled “Good.” But there was a noise, looking behind you there was something breaking the ice, sounds coming from the other side. If you moved, this whole place would come crashing. 

   Busting through the wall was an ogre tall and white fur looking at you, eyes red and thirsty for blood. You dropped your arms and sprinted to the same way you came in, the ogre was running towards you, the place shook and ice fell crashing next to you as you dodged it, water was shooting through the walls the pressure of it shooting it out at you with so much force it sent you to the floor, gasping for air you turned on your back before you got grabbed by your arm rough large hands digging into your skin, your adrenaline was so high you didn’t feel your bones breaking. Looking you in the face was the ogre, its breath heavy with stench you couldn’t imagine. You looked down at your sword and tried to draw it but it still wouldn’t budge grunting out of frustration. You pulled harder but it was to no avail. 

  The ceiling of ice came crashing down and the ogre was hit dropping you and the ice blocked it from getting to you. You fell on your back letting out a wheeze, your stomach shooting with pain. You looked up at the sky the light was comforting, your arm throbbed with pain making your brain feel numb, things got blurry and you turned your head to the right..

‘Is that a leopard?’ You thought and looking at you with bright purple eyes was a leopard. It stood on a piece of ceiling, it looked at you…waiting. And it looked like Heimdall…you were going crazy. But what other choice did you have, pushing yourself up you approached it and it scampered away through a crack you followed pushing yourself through the wall, it felt like it was getting smaller but since the ice was melting it was moldable to your form pushing through it led you outside, running away from the collapsing chamber of ice. 

   You made it to the shore you felt weak though, looking for the cat you couldn’t find it. Looking at your arm it was purple and bending in an impossible way, the adrenaline had worn off and you fell on your side, closing your eyes. 

——

   You woke up laying on something comfy, looking around you heard metal banging against metal, were you home? No, you’re still in Midgard…weren’t you?

“Oh I’m glad you're awake. You were quite beat up when I found you.” You turned your head and screamed sitting up “Who- who are you?!” You said reaching for your sword but it was gone. The dwarf put his hands up “Oh- I didn’t mean to scare you! I mean that’s quite offensive that when you first look at me you scream but-“

  You grabbed him by his armor “What did you do with my sword?” You growled, he stuttered but pointed over to a table “It was dirty so we cleaned it.” He stammered “you might wanna let 'em go! Or he’ll barf on ya.” You looked over at another dwarf who was blue, letting go of the other he only gagged and grabbed a cloth rubbing at the spot you held him. Sighing, you shook your head “I’m sorry, i-…thank you for helping me.”

  The dwarf nodded “Well I saw your sword and if you're a friend of týr than-“ you laughed “Týr? That sword was given to me by The All Father.” Suddenly the Dwarf face twisted “Odin? The enslaver, the manipulator, the most inhumane person ever, gave you…That sword?” You furrowed your brows “You hold your tongue, That is the king of the Aesir.” You got up and though you stumbled a few steps you stood up straight and walked to the table the blue dwarf grabbed it “Before you storm out of here, just look at er.” You rolled your eyes “Dwarf, give me my sword.” 

“My names Brok.” You sighed calming down  “…Brok. Please give it to me.” He let it go and you picked it up “How did you get it open, I can’t even use it in battle.” You asked and Brok shrugged “Weapons are more than just tools, they’re something to be respected and taken care of. Have you tried asking the sword what's wrong?”

   You laughed but nobody else was laughing “Wait- you serious?” He nodded “Try it-“ you tied your sword to your side “Maybe later, where am I? Am I in Midgard?” 

  The other dwarf stayed silent “I don’t know if I should help another Odin fanatic.” You scoffed “Odin pulled me from my own doom, I had no one, and he saved me, my parents were dead. I’m not a fanatic…” Brok laughed, “Sindri the girl ain’t dangerous, she can’t even open her own sword.” 

  Sindri went to the shelf dusting it “Yea and she can find her own way back.” You sighed “Look, I’m sorry. You went out of your way but I am not a danger to you, I won’t put you at risk.” Sindri hummed “Uh huh-…” 

   you walked up behind Sindri making him gasp and turn looking at you “Don’t creep up on me like that!” You kneeled down and bowed your head “I promise, I just- I want to get back to Midgard, I’m looking for The remains of Modi, and I’m trying to find myself…if that makes sense.” He crossed his arms “…you're in the realm between realms, in our home. So this is a secret, not even Odin can see this place. If he does…” you shook your head “He won’t.” Sindri sighed “Yes but you can’t be sure, Heimdall sees through every lie“ you shook your head “Then I won’t lie.” He seemed confused “Odin wouldn’t question me about a house in the realm between realms. If he doesn’t know it exists.” Sindri only fumbled with his hands “Well- I-…but-“ Brok groaned “Let the girl out of here! She’s in our debt anyway!” 

   Sindri looked at you and down at the sword “On one condition, do not Let anyone else touch that sword except us.” You smiled “deal.” 

[dalgursbate]

take a bite out of me for dinner first (astarion/tav oneshot)

Summary: Tav didn’t let Astarion bite her when he asked. Not because his bloodthirst bothers her or anything, because it truly doesn’t. It’s just that she’s a fighter and can’t afford to risk her strength like that when there are other options available. She doesn’t regret the decision, either—now that everyone knows he’s a vampire, he seems to be getting more than his fill of the goblins, gnolls, and Tyrrans they fight. To Tav, it seems like a pretty reasonable solution, and she’s mostly happy with it. She just doesn’t know why he has to look at her like that while he feeds. (Alternatively, Astarion masters the art of the hard sell.)

Rating: Explicit WC: 2,590 Pairing: M/F Astarion/F!Tav CW: horny violence, bloodsucking, transactional sex

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once is an instance, twice is a hobby, but three times is a threat.

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The first time it happens, Tav almost convinces herself she’s hallucinating it.

It’s the kind of thing that would make her sound paranoid if she said it out loud, that Astarion looks at her funny when he feeds on Flind. Because it’s not like he’s staring at her; their eye contact only lasting a moment. She can’t even really put her finger on what makes it so weird, except that there’s a kind of intensity to the way his gaze meets her own.

Even if there is, though, Tav’s not really sure what that would mean. Maybe it’s because he’s searching for any sign of disgust or fear on her face, she thinks. Maybe doing something like this so publicly is vulnerable or intimate in a way that discomforts him. Either would be a perfectly reasonable explanation.

It’s just. That isn’t what it feels like, if she’s being honest. What it feels like is that she’s the one Astarion is biting, and she has no way of knowing if the imagined sensation of it is even slightly accurate but there’s a phantom pain in her neck all the same, as keenly felt as if it were actually happening.

Her face grows hot and she looks away quickly, slicing brutally into the shoulder of a nearby gnoll to distract herself from the way her insides are vibrating.

Somehow, she doubts Flind is having the same reaction.

When Astarion asked to bite her, back in the early days of traveling together, Tav had refused. She still feels good about that decision, to preserve her own strength in the interest of none of them getting killed. If there had been no other options, she would have more than happily volunteered. But there are other options, so it just doesn’t make sense for her to.

She sort of has to remind herself of that in the days following the incident with the gnolls, though.

After giving it some (too much) thought, Tav comes to the conclusion that she must have been projecting. Astarion was probably only thinking about feeding himself and winning the battle; how would he have had the time to do anything else, really? If she was more affected watching it than she should have been, then maybe that says something about her that she ought to reflect on.

This is the thought that carries her through defeating the paladins of Tyr, clearing out the goblin camp, and eventually entering the Underdark. As a result, her relationship with Astarion has been nothing but professional, even approaching companionable.

She just doesn't look at him much in battle anymore, and it's fine.

That is, until she has no choice but to during the fight against the duergar in the abandoned village. Shadowheart looks like she's about to topple over all the way across the beach, surrounded by two undead, and Tav knows she’s already used the magic it would take to turn them. In an instant, she’s running towards the cleric to offer aid, passing by Astarion on the way.

And he notices her. And she notices him, and she notices him taking a bite out of Gekh Coal.

And that’s just unfair, really. Because the second their eyes meet it’s like a light switch, how quickly his gaze becomes heavy and wanting. He looks like he wants to devour her, and Tav has no idea if that means he’s going to kill her or fuck her, and she doesn’t have time to interrogate it because she’s already running past him to Shadowheart. She swears she can feel his eyes on her back the entire time, but she has no way of knowing if it’s true because there isn’t an amount of gold in Faerûn that could tempt her to turn around and face him again.

She doesn’t have time to dwell on it now, though; there’s too much they need to get done and their days are growing increasingly short in supply. So she figures she’ll just do what she’s always had to do as a fighter: endure it and keep going.

Enduring is easy until it isn’t, because the last straw is unceremoniously placed upon Tav’s back with a heavy hand at Grymforge.

Their plan had been specific and well thought out, thank you very much. Astarion was supposed to mount a ranged assault from above while the rest of the party and Brithvar’s troops handled the ground offensive. Tav decided on this plan for a couple of reasons; namely, the obvious altitude advantage, but also because with Astarion splintered from the group and further away from the fray, it would be much easier for him to escape and revive them later should things go truly pear-shaped. Which are serviceably good justifications, she thinks, for putting him as far out of sight as possible.

And it’s been working splendidly—so well, in fact, that all of Nere’s troops are either dead or all but. So well that the next time Tav stabs her sword into the drow's gut, the blood drains from his face and rushes to greet her blade. He grunts softly, and Tav knows he must be only barely hanging on.

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees a flurry of motion from above and thinks to herself, Good, all it’s going to take is one arrow and this bastard will be done for. She expects to hear the attack whiz past her any moment, but it doesn’t. Instead, the movement leaves her periphery and enters her line of sight proper, growing larger and closer at a pace that suggests Astarion is sprinting towards them as fast as he can, and within a fraction of a second he arrives to stand behind Nere.

Which, to be clear, was not the plan. The plan really only had one part to it, and that part was that Astarion should stay up top. It was such a simple plan that his sheer dedication to undermining her is almost inspiring.

And, of course, Astarion does not get within melee range so he can use his dagger. Obviously not. Obviously what happens is that he slides one hand around Nere’s waist, until his fingers just barely dip into the spilling blood from the wound Tav just gave him. What happens is he fists a hand in the drow’s hair—a drow with white hair and red eyes just like hers, Tav notes numbly—to bare his neck.

What happens is he sinks his teeth in Nere’s throat without looking away from Tav. He fixes his stare to hers, half-lidded and entirely self-satisfied, and rumbles a groan so low that it harmonizes with Nere’s thin, squeaky death knell. Astarion’s fingers splay wide over the cultist's hip, coating them in even more blood in a way that, in other circumstances, could only be interpreted as a lover’s caress. He pulls the drow back to lie against his chest, Nere’s head rolling lifelessly onto Astarion’s shoulder as his body spasms and jerks for the last time in the grim pantomime of a tender act.

At some point, Tav realizes she’s holding her breath. If not for her reflexes intervening, she is certain she would have dropped her sword by now with the way her limbs go watery. Worse still, the sudden rush in her ears is so deafening she can’t hear the rest of the fight anymore, and that’s so fucking risky because they haven’t won yet. 

Astarion releases Nere with a smirk, pushing him so he topples towards Tav and she nearly stumbles getting out of the way. He brings his bloody fingers to his lips, dragging his tongue leisurely in between and up them.

Not once does he stop looking at her.

There’s a dark smoke rising through her insides and tickling her stomach. She stares back at him silently, mouth closed as though afraid of it spilling out into the air between them. He doesn’t say anything, and neither does she, but he tilts his head inquisitively at her. The message is more than clear. Tav knows what he’s asking, and she knows what he’s offering for it. And hells, she doesn’t think she has any choice but to accept. She can’t keep getting knocked out in one hit by Astarion’s fucking eyes of all things every time they have to kill a monster. And she doesn’t know him well, but she knows him well enough to know he won’t stop until he gets what he wants from her.

That much is abundantly clear.

Gods, Tav has no idea if he even likes her. But she’s pretty sure she doesn’t care, unable to stand the idea of being wound up like this forever. So she does something that will almost certainly wind up being a mistake: she nods.

Astarion finds Tav later that night before she has the chance to find him, leading her out to a clearing a little ways off camp. Without her armor, the night air feels cool and pleasant, and the spot he walks them to is covered in soft-looking, lush grass. Once they get there, he drags his gaze over her form greedily, and Tav feels goosebumps rise on the skin of her arms at the attention.

“Strip,” Astarion orders, and his voice comes out through almost-clenched teeth, shaking slightly with the enormity of his want. Like he’s been waiting for this forever and it's almost in his grasp. Like there is nothing he would not do to try to satisfy the dark, yawning hunger inside of him.

Tav complies wordlessly, dropping her clothes unceremoniously to the ground next to her. In mere moments, she stands before him utterly nude.

“Come here,” He breathes, and his eyes are so wild and wide and open, his each and every craving playing out in the way he can’t keep them still.

And how is she supposed to resist him, when he looks like that? So she goes, stepping towards him until there are only a few breaths between them.

Gently, Astarion turns her so her back is to him, a tremor in his hands as he does. He positions her the same way he’d positioned Nere, and fuck, that’s so messed up but Tav can’t stifle her moan when her shoulders come into contact with his chest.

She can hear him inhaling through his nose as he tangles a hand in her hair, forcing her to bare her throat to him. Then he’s exhaling a sigh over her neck, and the frigid thrill of it is enough to make her shiver.

The hand that isn’t buried in Tav’s hair (and oh, the way he tugs at her locks ever-so-softly is fantastic) creeps around to dance just barely over her hip, and she nearly jumps at the contact.

“Don’t worry, love,” Astarion says in a tone that she thinks really ought to have her worried. “I’ll take it slowly.”

And he does, leaning closer to brush an open-mouthed kiss on her neck at the same time that he walks his fingers unhurriedly over the skin of her hip and down, down, down towards a place they’d be so much more useful. Tav whines high in her throat when he reaches the apex of her pelvis, his tongue coming out to taste her pulse point as his fingers slide to either side of where she really needs them, so close but not nearly enough. She feels more than ready to get on with it, so she tries to buck into his palm to signal her mounting impatience. He pulls his hand back before she can get the contact she seeks, however, stubbornly refusing to let her rush him.

Because the pace isn't for her, is it? The way he draws it out, torturously languid—it's not Tav he's trying to tease.

When the tips of his fangs graze her jugular, Astarion's fingers finally begin rubbing calm, feather-light circles over her clit. A needy little noise escapes Tav’s lips at the sensation, and her head falls back onto his shoulder. It gives him even better access, and he rewards her for it by caressing her more firmly, until his touch is almost something she could actually come from.

“Fuck,” Tav cries, incapable of smothering it.

“Yes, I'm sure you'd like that. But let's not be greedy, shall we?” Astarion chuckles with his mouth pressed against her, and his teeth push slightly into her flesh, and it’s not enough to pierce but it makes her squirm against him. He skates the two fingers lower, teasing at her entrance, his thumb replacing their presence on Tav’s clit.

“Please,” she begs, and the word breaks in half like a wishbone. Astarion inhales once more, the cool tip of his nose tracing down one of her veins. The hand in her hair is trembling even as the one playing with her cunt remains utterly steady.

There’s a moment where it seems like even the wind stops. But then Astarion is plunging his teeth into her neck at the same time that he drives his fingers inside of her, and both of them let out an obscene moan into the quiet evening.

He fucks her carefully, deliberately—his fingers curve up as though beckoning her towards something sinister, exactly in the spot that she is most sensitive, while his thumb finally starts applying the speed and pressure she’s been desperate for. A tingling fire takes hold of her body, then, skating across every nerve before gathering in her core as she gets closer to release. It’s like he knows where to press and pull at her without even needing to ask, so eerily good at this, and the thought makes her shudder as her hips roll into his hand.

Tav can feel the blood leaving her, can feel that she only has so much time before she’ll need to make him let go of her. She doesn’t know if he’s cruel enough to stop touching her when that happens, but it doesn’t matter because she wants to come like this anyway, with his teeth sunk deep into the meat of her and her head growing lighter by the second. So she grinds against him with fervor, one of her hands reaching down to cover his as she ruts against his palm to achieve her own end. The other grabs the back of his head to hold him in place while she furiously brings herself off against his fingers, the hot static buzzing in her veins finally reaching a delirious crescendo until the only thing she can hear is the weakening, fluttery pounding of her own heart in her ears.

The hand she has in his hair goes limp and falls back to her side, and Astarion releases his hold on her throat and wipes delicately at his mouth. After allowing her a moment to breathe, he puts a hand on her shoulders to force her to stand upright, putting some distance between them. His eyes are glittering, sharp, focused as he levels her with a grin.

“I must say," Astarion says, and it isn't quite cold but whatever warmth in it probably owes itself to the heat of her blood inside of him, "it’s been a pleasure doing business with you.” He bows in a charmingly dramatic manner, then immediately turns to leave. 

Tav watches as he saunters off back in the direction of camp, and this time, she finds she can't look away.

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[warriors-pride]

Bi gay Tyr, ace het trans man Strikestone, bi demiromantic enby Juniperclaw, aroace genderfae Sweetpaw, he/him lesbian Skyheart

Sorry for the wait, my motivation was pretty dead

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[exocynraku]

one of the only cats to have a canonical breed

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