#especially if there's some horrible deer-like creature

[tam--lin]

Speaking of which: what good horror have you read lately?

#I like space horror #folk horror #especially if there's some horrible deer-like creature #a cult #human sacrifices #ya know #the classics #ghost stories and serial killers are a hard sell for me #tam.txt

[xratwriterx]

A Story For Monster Fuckers

NSFW 18+

Synopsis: What starts as a classic horror story about a terrifying beast eating you alive becomes something far sluttier.

Word Count: 5000 (give or take)

Kinks/Triggers: wendigo(?) x female reader, NOT a lore accurate wendigo, monster x female reader, hell of a size difference, tongue fucking, multiple orgasms, breeding, it's a love story kinda but you're also silly and delulu.

Note: This is NOT an authentic wendigo. You're getting the stereotypical deer monster, not the humanoid cannibal creature from actual legend. I feel it's important to mention this, because the stories of what wendigos and skinwalkers are and such have been tainted by modern American culture, and deserve to be appreciated for what they are. I take LOTS of creative liberties in this story, and I just wanted to make sure y'all were aware. ;D

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It was supposed to have just been a regular stroll through the woods.

You were lost. Of course you were lost. You had known from the start that this whole thing was a wretched and horrible idea. But oh, you just had to listen to your friends didn't you? It wasn't like you had anything better to do…

Your buddy Benjamin in particular had made you feel somewhat comfortable with the whole idea. He was a massive man whose facial hair made him look far older than he actually was. He liked to go hunting around here, and he even brought his hunting rifle with him before coming to pick you and your friends up, more so to make you feel safe than anything else. “I've traveled through these woods for years now. I know every nook and cranny, ain't nothin gonna hurt you out here,” he had spoken as if the whole idea of your fear was annoying, though you knew he meant no harm, “Those stories you hear are just told for the fun of it. Those old geezers yapping on about cannibal cryptids just get a kick outta scaring you.” It was hard to not feel safe around him. He'd made himself very clear that he wasn't interested in you, (frankly, he didn't seem to have an iota of desire for a partner in his body), and he'd always been there to pick you up when you fell down. So when all of your friends were gonna go with him down some new and obscure little trail he had found just for the hell of it, it wasn't too challenging to egg you on to just join in.

Now you were really regretting listening to him.

You couldn't pinpoint when it was exactly that you had gotten lost. You were never all that good at paying attention, and you normally liked to just go nonverbal and let your friends do all the yapping while you were out and about. You had gotten caught up in the forest's beauty, staring up at the leaves and how the sun shot its rays of light between the gaps. It had been like walking underneath one enormous painting, filled with random and intricate layers of dazzling greens and soft browns. It was remarkably beautiful, so much so that by the time you stopped to look around again…

You had tried calling out for somebody, but nobody had come. You had tried backtracking, but everything looked the same, and there were a lot more diverging paths than what you had remembered. Worst of all, the sun was going down, and you knew once its light was gone that you wouldn't be able to see a thing.

You tried to take a deep breath. It was difficult not to panic, especially because of the sheer unfamiliarity of it all. It was like the entire layout of the forest changed every time you blinked. The very air you were breathing seemed to be tainted. It was like that feeling you get whenever you walk into a place and just know there's something paranormal about it. These woods were more than just haunted. It was almost as if you had been placed under some kind of curse.

Just as it was really getting dark, you saw a large field through a thicket of bushes. You hesitated for a moment, before finally deciding to go off the trail completely. Maybe a helicopter could see you better from a big open space like this, though you hoped it wouldn't also make you more visible to anything that wanted to eat you…

The sun was just about gone now. Great. At least there were some large rocks near the center of the field that you could hide by. They leaned on each other and were shaped in a way that provided minimal shelter, but it was better than nothing. You huddled up and decided to just keep your mouth shut until you heard something that sounded friendly…

As time went by, you checked to see if your phone had any signal for good measure. Of course, it didn't, but that little box of light and colors was your only piece of familiarity in all of this. You took a moment to look through your photos, clearing some unnecessary clutter while thinking back to all of the memories you had before this.

You weren't gonna die out here. You were scared out of your damn mind, but you knew in your gut that this wasn’t how it was going to end. You couldn't have been THAT far from home, and even if you were, you were in a spot that must've been easy to find from the air. Maybe tomorrow you could even grab some rocks and spell out the word “help” or something. If anything, this was an opportunity to collect some crazy new y/n lore.

You turned down the brightness on your phone and looked up at the sky for what was supposed to be a moment, before becoming completely entranced. You had never seen so many stars before, and the moon was casting its light down on the soft grass that surrounded you. You had never seen something that managed to be so simultaneously beautiful and creepy. It certainly wasn't helping that everything had just gone utterly silent. You could've sworn you had heard birds chirping before, but now there was nothing. When you finally took a moment to acknowledge your surroundings again, you felt your heart sink. There was something in the woods looking back at you.

You could barely make out its figure, but it was standing right at the forest edge, and it did not look normal. It wasn't moving at all, but you knew it wasn't just an oddly shaped tree. You could feel its eyes on you. A cool rush of adrenaline had shot out from your spine through your entire body. You refused to blink, because you knew the moment you did it would be gone. Sure, seeing some beast in the distance was frightening, but it was better than knowing something was out there without knowing its exact location. You sat completely still, hoping it wasn't looking at you, even though you knew it was. This was definitely the most intense staring contest you had ever been in.

You could feel your eyes starting to burn and well with tears, but you just couldn't bring yourself to blink. You did your best to keep an eye on the thing as you slowly opened your phone and pressed the button for the flashlight. With a triumphant movement, you raised the light to see what was there and…

There was nothing. The light didn't reach. In fact, the bright light caused your eyes to adjust, and now you couldn’t see the tree line. Not only that, but you had also just confirmed to this creature that you were in fact present. You quickly turned the light off, and of course by the time your eyes had adjusted again, the creature was long gone.

Cursing yourself for making such an idiotic move, you tried to huddle closer to the rocks, as if they'd protect you at all from whatever was out there. You knew you had seen something. This wasn't your eyes playing tricks on you, as much as you wished that were the case.

Every second felt like a minute. The tension was so thick it could've been sliced with a disposable plastic knife that you’d find at a birthday party. You were frantically scanning the tree line in front of you, but the rocks you were hiding behind blocked any view of the woods behind you, and you didn't dare try to look around. You were just waiting for something to slowly peek its head around. Your brain kept conjuring up worse and worse ideas of what you had just looked at, making this living nightmare all the more unbearable, and that wasn't even mentioning the regret you felt for pulling your damn phone flashlight out.

The woods began to speak again. Whatever had been looking at you was gone now. You nearly screamed when you saw something trotting across the field in front of you, but you let out a sigh of relief when you saw it was a deer.

A few more followed, and they moved with purpose, almost as if they wanted to get through the field as quickly as possible. You didn't blame them, but you weren't about to join in. This field was your only chance of rescue, and you weren't about to let some spooky cryptid fresh out of a shitty YouTube analog horror video scare you off. You triumphantly smiled and almost laughed, more out of the insanity of it all than anything else, but you didn't dare make a sound. You had no delusions about the fact that whatever the hell was out there was absolutely real.

You tried to conjure up from memory what exactly those old men in town had said in those tales about the forest. It was a legend that had been passed down through the generations, one of a great beast that was once the most handsome man in an old native tribe. He was an arrogant man, and a cunning warrior, who through his strength and charm had become the leader of his people. But when this had happened, he only became greedy for more. He started to attack neighboring tribes, and he started a unique tradition of feasting on the captured leaders while they were still alive. This displeased the gods, and the more he did this, the more corrupt and insane he became. One day, the nearby tribes finally banded together as one and managed to capture him. It was then that he was banished to roam the woods until he died, never to be seen again…

But, while his mortal punishment had been given, the gods were still not satisfied, and so they cursed him with eternal life, a twisted form, and a permanent, insatiable hunger for human flesh. Rumor has it that he roams these woods to this day, looking for his next victim. His original name has long since been forgotten. Only the word “Wendigo” remains…

Before, you had at least felt comfort in knowing these stories weren't true, but now that you had seen that thing, you couldn't think up a better explanation. Maybe you wouldn't make it out of here alive after all…

No, the minute you started to think like that was the moment it was all over. This was a prank, some cruel stupid prank your so called “friends” were playing on you. So what if they had always been extraordinarily kind and understanding before, and had never pulled something remotely mean on you before. It was a better explanation than being hunting by a mythical creature, right?

You took a deep breath, and called out into the woods, “I'm not scared of you!” The woods went quiet again the moment you finished speaking. You could almost feel the trees around you calling you a dullard. “Th-this is all just a stupid prank! And it's NOT funny! So- just come out RIGHT now! Or I'll-”

Something in the forest screamed.

You nearly squeaked before going silent. That sound you had heard was not human. It sounded like a mixture between a howl and a screech, something along the lines of a dying bovine. It had come from behind the rocks you were hiding in.

A few moments passed, and another sound came forth. This time it was a low growl, accompanied with the sound of claws on rock. You knew it was doing this on purpose. If it wanted to be silent, it definitely could've. It was slowly making its way to your left, coming around to reveal itself to you. There was nothing you could do to stop this creature.

It started with a hand, covered in a thin layer of black fur and tipped with sharp claws. Then came around the rest of the creature. It must've been at least 8 feet tall, though right now it was crouching low to get a better look at you. Its waist was deathly thin, its skin gripping around its ribcage. Despite its humanoid shape, its head was completely foreign. Its face took the form of a deer’s skull, with a set of antlers coming from atop its head. Most apparent of all was a pair of dimly lit red eyes...

There was no way this was some kind of prank. It would take a level of coordination that you knew your friends couldn't pull off. You were certain you were looking at that beast of legend the locals talked about so much. You were face to face with the Wendigo.

It let out another low growl. You desperately wanted to move, but fear had paralyzed you. It moved with surprising grace, leaning its head forward to give you an almost curious look. “A-are you gonna eat me or what?” you barely managed to whimper out. The creature simply stared into your eyes for a moment before… shaking its head.

“Wh…what?” you gawked in disbelief, “Can you… understand me?” The creature slowly moved its head up and down. You laughed. How else were you supposed to react? Not only had you just met a supernatural creature, it wasn't trying to kill you.

“So… you can't talk, but you can- okay, there aren't any mushrooms in this forest that can mess me up, right?” The creature nonchalantly shrugged in response, backing up slightly and looking around before looking back at you. “That… isn't helpful,” you sighed. Suddenly, the creature grabbed your ankles.

“Hey! What're you-” it pulled your waist out from under you, dirtying up your jeans as it began to sniff you all over. You giggled and kicked your feet, trying to tuck your neck away as the creature smelled you, “Heheheh- h-hey! Cut that out! That tickles-” What started as short sniffs turned into a deep inhale. The creature lifted its head back a bit, as if relishing in your scent before leaning forward again as it pulled your waist closer to… his.

Yep, it was very apparent now that this was a boy. There was a massive piece of evidence now throbbing between his legs to prove it. You blushed at the sight before quickly looking back up the monster, “Y-you’re joking. Awwww great, you're telling me I got a HORNY forest monster?!” The Wendigo responded by bringing his hands to your hips, grasping them with shocking gentleness as he purred in your ear. The worst part was, the whole thing was turning you on.

The beast brayed with what sounded like slight desperation, but oddly enough, he wasn't advancing things any further. The tip of his fat monster cock was already starting to ooze with precum, but something was holding him back. You looked up to see the Wendigo was staring you down, almost as if he wanted something…

“N-no way- are you asking me for my consent?” you spoke in utter shock. The creature simply groaned, letting out a short and frustrated huff before nodding. “Okay, first of all. I don't appreciate your sass. Second- hey!” The creature had gently begun dragging the tip of its tongue from your collarbone to your jawline, eliciting a slight moan, much to your embarrassment. The beast’s chest rumbled and jumped, a deep, powerful laugh coming from behind its exposed jaw. “H-hey. None of this is funny. Okay mister? You need to- hhhhah…” The Wendigo lightly flicked its tongue along your neck as its knee pressed up between your legs. You tried to close them, but the monster responded by grabbing your knees with his hands and easily prying them open. The monster growled at you again, refusing to take things any further.

You took a moment to catch your breath and think. Maybe this creature could help you? It certainly didn't seem like anything in the forest wanted to mess with it. Even so, you felt you were perfectly capable of handling things on your own. You still liked your little plan with the helicopter and the rocks.

No, there was something else now. Morbid curiosity. You were curious as to what it would be like to let this thing fuck you. The monster certainly seemed like he had the capacity to be gentle…

“O-okay… I-I'll let you do it… but you have to follow my instructions. No funny business, g-got it?” the monster slowly nodded in understanding, backing off slightly and bowing his head.

“Okay… u-uhm… do you have a name?” the beast looked up at you before shaking its head. You found this to be strange. Maybe the legends had gotten some things wrong? Surely a former human had a name. “Hm… how about… Wendy?” you smiled sheepishly. It was an odd (and frankly slightly childish) name to give him, but he didn't seem to mind. “Alright…” you mumbled awkwardly, sitting in silence with the creature and not knowing exactly what to do next.

Thankfully, Wendy seemed to be willing to take some initiative. He leaned forward and began grinding his knee up to your crotch again. You let yourself breathe freely now, relaxing as he brought a hand up to your chest and began to massage one of your breasts. “You seem- nnghh- awfully experienced for a forest monster. N-not that I've ever fucked one before. This is definitely- hah- a first for me,” you tried to speak evenly between your little mewls of pleasure, as you let the beast start to help you out of your clothes.

Despite his massive hands, Wendy was extraordinarily careful with you, helping to make sure you didn't tear any of your clothes. He even knew how to undo your bra. As you laid on your now bare back in the cool forest grass, you blushed as the creature took a moment to look you over once more. “Do you like what you see?” you nervously squeaked out. Wendy chuckled and gave you a slight nod, before bringing his hand down between your legs.

He started with a gentle touch, slowly slipping his fingers up your folds before finding your clit. You whimpered and seized up a bit from how sensitive you were and he quickly pulled his hand away, purring in your ear as if to reassure you and giving you a small lick on the cheek before trying again. He went even slower this time, and when he found the sweet spot again he simply held his middle and ring finger there. You took a moment to breathe. It all felt so fast paced, but the more you looked at Wendy, the more you wanted him to fuck you. It was the dirtiness of it all that was really getting to you, allowing this savage beast to have his way with you. You heard a questioning grunt come from him, and you nodded in response, “Yes, I'm ready. J-just start slow…”

Wendy did exactly as you wished, rubbing slowly as he began to place little licks along your cheek and neck again. This seemed to be his way of kissing you, since he didn't have any lips. He grumbled something unintelligible in your ear again, nuzzling his bony face up to yours in an affectionate manner. It was difficult to get a read on his face, since he couldn't exactly make facial expressions either, but his body language certainly implied that he was into you. If he was a human once, you reckoned it somewhat made sense. If anything, it explained why he was so pent up.

He began to move his fingers a little faster now, and you were both settling into a steady rhythm. The creature leaned in closer to you, grunting with arousal and letting out hot breaths of air. He was surprisingly gentle for such a large thing. You could feel yourself melting to his touch, relaxing your muscles as he silently guided you closer and closer to finishing.

“F-fuck Wendy- whoever taught you knew what they were doing- h-hahh-” you could barely speak between the relaxing waves of pleasure, “You're gonna make me cum..” Wendy wasn't speeding up anymore. As you bucked your hips from the pleasure, he simply grabbed you and held you in place, forcing you to hold still and take what he was giving you. It was almost terrifying how easily he could manhandle you. Despite his somewhat slender and unnatural appearance, he was leaps and bounds stronger than anyone you had ever been with before. “F-fuck Wendy! Nngh!-” you squirmed and moaned in ecstacy as you approached your peak, hearing the beast on top of you let out a gentle groan of satisfaction as your orgasm finally arrived. Your entire body shuddered with delight, your head lolling back as you took a moment to recover…

But Wendy wasn't done with you yet.

Now he had slipped lower on your body, prodding your entrance with his bony snout and braying something you couldn't understand. He took a moment to sniff you, before deeply inhaling and embracing your scent. “Hey!” you tried to scoot back, but he easily pulled you back closer, reaching down with his other hand and grasping his massive cock. You didn't know if you'd even be able to handle the thing, but Wendy seemed to have other ideas in mind.

That was when you felt his tongue starting to push inside of you. It was slick and warm with his saliva, and you gasped with surprise at the feeling of it. “Slowly, please,” you squeaked as you felt like you were starting to be stretched. Wendy did as you asked, but he certainly wasn't stopping. He buried his unnaturally long tongue deeper and deeper inside of your pussy, wiggling it around slightly to get a feel for you. It wasn't as thick as his cock was, so it felt a lot easier to handle.

He then began to make his tongue ripple. It felt a bit odd at first, but each ripple pushed right up into your g-spot, and you were quickly finding that you liked it. It was a completely unique sensation that you had never experienced before, but in a way it made sense. Having a long, powerful, dexterous tongue probably helped to break down food, since chewing is difficult to do without a mouth to hold all of that food in. Wendy had begun to stroke himself faster, groaning with delight at your flavor as he tasted your insides.

You tried to match his rhythm with your hips, grinding along with him so that he pushed into your g-spot a little harder. He settled his weight comfortably into his knees, freeing a hand from supporting his weight to hold onto yours. His thumb lovingly rubbed the back of your hand, and you could already feel yourself building up to another orgasm. “Damnit Wendy- f-fUCK you shouldn't be this good- you're gonna make me cum again!” you spoke with a pleasure riddled tone, but you knew it wasn't just skill that was getting you so turned on. You had never done something so deviant before. A one night stand was already a new experience (if you could even call this a one night stand) but you weren't just getting busy with some random guy. You were getting busy with-

“H-HAHH!!” your thoughts were interrupted as you got swept up in an orgasm. Your body shivered and shook as Wendy worked you right back into place with his strength, quickly yet smoothly easing off from working his tongue before gently retracting it from inside you.

You took a moment to breathe, and as you did, the beast slowly clambered his way back to being fully on top of you. You could see his tip was leaking with pre, to the point that a droplet dripped right onto your bare cunt. “W-wait,” you thought out loud, “This couldn't get me pregnant, could it?” Wendy didn't respond. “W-wendy?” you tried to reason with him, “Hey, y-you said you would listen to me, right? Wendy?!” You felt his strong grip on your thigh as he laid his cock out on your stomach, showing you with a seemingly amused expression just how deep inside you he would be going. You gulped nervously, whimpering in terror, “Please.. j-just don't hurt me…”

Wendy's hand then came up to your cheek, gently cupping it as he leaned forward and purred into your ear. You knew he was trying to comfort you, but the fear of pregnancy was still a very real thing.

But… fuck. Wouldn't it be hot to just let this beast have his way? You could just imagine the feeling of him dumping his hot, sticky load inside of you, fertilizing your womb with his seed. You could live a simple life out here in the woods. There would be no more societal pressures or worries. All you'd have to do was take monster dick and learn to live this new life. It didn't seem so bad the more you thought of it…

Wendy interrupted your thoughts once more with a gentle little lick on your cheek, followed by the feeling of his tip pressing up to your folds. He brayed with what sounded like desperation, the muscles in his free hand tensing as he closed it into a fist. He was struggling to control himself.

“Hey, shhhh…” you took Wendy's hand in yours, looking up at him with a gentle yet sheepish smile before saying, “Give it to me… pl-please…”

For a moment you both were locked in that moment, gazing into each other's eyes. Wendy let out a long winded exhale, as if he had been holding his breath. Then, with a deep throated growl, he began to push into you.

You winced. It hurt. You had expected it considering his size. But it also wasn't as bad as you had expected. You realized that him using his tongue earlier had not only felt amazing, but it had also primed you to take his cock instead of just going with that first. You assumed it was purposeful anyway. Reading the creature's thoughts was anything but easy.

He started with small thrusts, with each push stretching you a little more and allowing him to go a little deeper. He took his time, encouraging you with small “kisses” and gentle touches until he was finally fully submerged inside of you. You were soaking wet at this point, your slick fluids lathering up Wendy's dick as he began to get more assertive. He wrapped his arms under yours and held onto your shoulders, and you wrapped your arms around him to start to dig your nails into his back. “Oh god- W-wendyyyy,” you groaned in ecstacy, “You're sooooo big… mnngfff. Ddddon't stooop.” You were beginning to slur your words, your brain shutting down and going foggy as Wendy began to pick up his pace. Now that you had adjusted, his cock felt absolutely amazing. You never knew before that there was so much space inside of you to stimulate.

It didn't help that Wendy was getting more and more vocal with each thrust. What had started as gentle purrs and groans had turned into louder and louder animalistic roars, something like a mixture between a human and a deer. He certainly wasn't ashamed to speak his mind, grunting and growling unintelligible things in your ear that you could only assume was his way to dirty talking. Without context it might have even been comedic, but in this moment it felt all the more attractive to hear him desperately trying to communicate how turned on he was, and it wasn't helping that each thrust was bringing you closer and closer to the brink. You looked in Wendy's eyes. He was getting close too. You could just feel it.

You then wrapped your legs around him, refusing to let him pull out, even if he had been planning on it. You couldn't let this desire go now. You needed to feel him cum in you. “That's right. Fucking christ- pleeease cum inside me! Fill me. Fire that potent sticky load inside my fertile little womb and get me pregnant. I want it- no- I need it, so give it to me big boy! Knock me the fuck up!”

Wendy let out a final triumphant howl as you squealed with overwhelming pleasure. He pushed himself as deep inside of you as he could as you both reached your climaxes. It was timing made into perfection. Of course you were cumming at the same time. Your bodies were made for one another. That's what made doing something so wrong feel so right. You could actually feel his cock throb and pulse with each rope of semen that shot out from his tip, filling your guts more and more. It felt satisfyingly heavenly, like you were comfortably full from a full course meal…

He then slumped forward, nearly crushing you before barely catching himself. He huffed with exhaustion, his eyes blinking as if he was dazed. He didn't pull out, keeping his cum plugged up inside you as he began to lay himself down with you at his side. You allowed your bodies to wrap around one another's, the cool grass making for a surprisingly comfortable bed as Wendy cuddled you close. You snuggled up to his furry chest, listening to his lungs rhythmically fill and empty themselves of air.

You could feel your eyes starting to flutter. This felt oddly comfortable. The bright moon above was sheltered from your eyes by Wendy's arm, and he protectively held you close. Maybe the plan with the helicopter could wait a while. Maybe everything had worked out just fine already. Maybe you were exactly where you needed to be…

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Whew! This one took me a while. It was my longest and most arduous project here yet. I'm taking a much deserved break. Expect shorter stuff for the time being. If you've read this far, I'm genuinely honored. To even reach one person and give them something to enjoy like this is enough to make it all worth it. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. <3

#smut #18+ only #smut writing #x reader #male x female #male x reader #monster x reader #monster fucker #size difference #nsft #this took me way too long to make

[saphirered]

hello saph! first off, i'm wishing you good luck on your masters! i'm doing mine next year and i'm super looking forward to it, so i hope everything goes well for you too!! 💖💖💖

now, WELCOME TO THE HOT VAMPIRE ELF CLUB!! may i request Astarion/Reader(Tav) where Tav is a good aligned Life Cleric (or anything similar) that focuses on healing and supporting allies during combat, someone's that's a ray of sunshine because they choose the difficult path of being kind. i'm curious of your take on Astarion receiving genuine kindness, being disgusted at first, the progression of his attempted manipulation, eventually realizing his feelings, and how he would react to Tav being extremely injured in a fight and trying to save them (with good ending hopefully).

oh and maybe some blood drinking. you know. for reasons :-)

you're such a creative writer, i'm always looking forward to anything you post, so thank you! have a lovely day!

Hello dearie and thank you! Uni is tough but worth it so good luck with yours! I hope this little piece of distraction is to your tastes. 😘

Oh how easy it is to wrap you around his finger. Your sickening sweet and sheer willingness to bend over backwards at the smallest inconvenience you have the ability to fix, it’s nauseating. You’d already naturally gravitated towards him. It must be this incessant need to fix the broken. You seem to be attracted to broken things, thinking you can mend them with love and affection and a gentle touch like a stray pulled from the streets. He is no such thing. He is certainly no stray.  A handsome wanderer without a home port, now that’s more like him. But you didn’t need to see that. You didn’t need to know him or his past. As long as Astarion kept on the front he could be your next project, just like these strays you’ve pulled along, well that might just work to his advantage. 

To say you were an absolutely horrible influence on him would be an understatement. Whether it be his thieving and charming tendencies that often lead to heartbreak of the recipient or when his silver tongue is perhaps a little too sharp at times, your disapproval sparked something in the coils of his stomach he has not felt in nigh two-hundred years. Is this what remorse and guilt felt like? Did he want your approval? Your praise? He’s being utterly ridiculous. He has nothing to prove and you are just a tool. But here he is feeling just the slightest bit of guilt at the thought of you finding out the truth about him and how you might look at him then. He considers he might just not be able to look you in the eye. What has he become? 

Admittedly Astarion got a little peckish and without much opportunities to feed himself proper he’d taken to your neck. An attempt was made but you caught him. Your eyes opened and stared right at him in surprise. He was equally surprised, his stealth having failed him. In that moment you managed to flip him onto his back and held your palm to his chest as you crouched over him. You’re much stronger than he gave you credit for. Maybe you just got lucky.

“What the hell Astarion?!” You whisper trying not to wake the others. He can all but heart the beat of your heart, how quickly your blood rushes through your veins. When he doesn’t move you give him a little more space. You don’t move for a weapon or attack him as he might have expected given what it must have looked like. You simply sit down next to him and he watches the tension disappear from your shoulders, the adrenaline rush coming down with. He goes over the excuses, the ways to explain to you but you simply hold up your hand to silence him. He finds it in his best interest to do so. 

“You know you could have just asked.” He freezes like a deer in the torch light. You knew? How? How long had you known? Why hadn’t you said anything, done anything. He’s not blind to the prejudices against the creatures of his sort. Especially the ones that feed on the innocent.  yet here you are in front of him absentmindedly brushing your fingers along the side of your delicious neck. 

“Yes. Yes of course. ‘Hello my dear, I’m a blood sucking vampire spawn would you mind lending me your lovely neck for a few gulps? I’m incredibly peckish and could use a snack.’ Exactly how long do you think it would take for me to end with a stake in my chest or my handsome head removed from my ravishing body?” He ridicules and for a brief moment that pang in his chest, that tightening string reappears when you cast your eyes down and frown. It only lasts for a second before you go back to your neutral welcoming expression of understanding and compassion. 

“I just hoped you’d be able to trust us, trust me. If you’d asked I’d have said yes. Would still say yes. All you need is ask, Astarion.” He tries to decipher any means of deceit or strings attached but finds none which leads him exactly to wonder…

“Why?” You catch on to the hint of suspiciousness and guardedness but you’ve not seen anything else from the elf. You’ve witnessed him for a little bit now and you know he must have his reasons to be mistrusting and always assuming everyone’s selfishness to be the root of any actions. You made him question that entire way of thinking. Whether he deemed you an exception to his usual views, allowed you to prove him differently or he’s simply chalked you up as a very good liar, you don’t know and perhaps neither does he. 

He needed you to trust him. You do trust him. You’ve proven as much yet here he is still questioning your motives. You have your answer ready for him and by the looks of it it would be a genuine one but he doesn’t think he has the heart to actually hear it. He shakes his head. Something within him once again sparks that guilt. He feels bad for his motives of befriending you, of pursuing the path to something more, of charming you perhaps even into his bed if he kept playing his cards right but with every step he takes in that direction he can’t help but feel that guilt, and having to force himself to push down his own feelings. 

“Nevermind.” Once again Astarion flashes you a charming smile. “Now since we have this little secret out of the way, I will ask. Not a drop more than I need?” It feels so incredibly strange to blatantly ask. He knows about certain individuals who have a thing for the sharp teethed and sanguine hungers but that is not you. What you offer is not for you. It’s for him. You want to help him, truly help him and that is why you offer. He’s been feeling so weak. The animals aren’t enough. The humanoid is so much more sustaining. He’ll be strong. He has to be strong if he wants to see this all through, to finally become master of his own fate. An intrusive thought pops through his head; maybe there’s a place for you in that plan as well. 

“Only as much as you need. I’d like to keep my wits about.” The first part is a true statement. The second a half-joke. As much as he needs his strength, so do you. 

“Well then, let’s make ourselves comfortable then, shall we?” He gestures to your bedroll. You simply scoot over.

Astarion, ever so gently as if you might fade into the dawn itself, lays you down. Never once does he break eye contact. You can see the brief hesitation, then reassurance of himself, and then something akin to pain. It crosses his features in but an instant but you catch on to it either way. It seems he’s noticed you catch on but he does not read into you further. Instead he softens, brushes aside your hair as he supports your neck and back. You place one of your hands on his bicep and give a reassuring squeeze and nod. He closes his eyes and sucks in a breath before making for your neck. 

It starts as a sharp and quick pain but is overtaken by a the awareness of the sheer rush of your own blood flowing through your veins. He drinks and drinks. You gasp his name, once more squeezing his arm but no response. He’s caught up in whatever runs through him, whatever keeps him latched onto your neck. You start to feel cold, then warm and lightheaded. You can feel your heartbeat speed up as well as your breathing calms and slows. 

He doesn’t know what overcame him. This isn’t anything he’s experienced before. This is pure euphoria. You are pure euphoria. Your heart, your mind, your very soul. He doesn’t know if it’s because of the tadpole. It has to be. He feels it all. He feels it as if those feelings are his own. He feels the warmth you radiate as it warms him from within like the rays of the sun he thought he’d never be able to feel again, not without them being his end. Your compassion and affections for him, the way you allow him to cradle you, how you fit so perfectly within his embrace. You hold him dearly and think highly of him even if sometimes you disapprove of his choices, words and actions there’s not but understanding to him. Whatever this is, it is unconditional. No one has ever held an unconditional affection for him. He won’t go as far to call it love, but in a way it is. You truly do care about him. Even the whisper of his name upon your breath is like charm bells to his ears. The way you hold on to him, it means everything. And in turn it makes him regret every step he’s taken, every step he knows will lead to your heartbreak and destruction. But all this he feels through you, all this that opens within himself it is addicting and he can’t pull himself away.

By the time he stops you’re not responding. Your body is unmoving. Shit. He can fix this. Of course he can fix this. The matter now comes down to testing the limits of your forgiveness.

#astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion #astarion romance #baldurs gate x reader #baldurs gate 3 #astarion bg3 #bg3 x reader #bg3

[boarchasers]

Day 3

Prompt: Starlit or Teeth

'Run! '

Haaki needn't have shouted. Frithjofr was already at the edge of the graveyard. After hearing the stag's tortured groan echoing around the forest, he didn't need reminding that getting out of there as fast as possible might be a wise course of action. In his fear, however, he was making for the closest exit, which happened to be straight into the forest itself.

'No! Not that way, you stupid-- Go to the inn, get inside!'

Too late. He was gone. Haaki muttered a few choice words before loping after him, reaching for his crossbow.

Once between the trees he paused and tried to collect his thoughts. No point in panicking like Frithjofr. Haaki prided himself on being better than his brother-in-law, even if the thumping in his chest suggested otherwise. He forced himself to stop, and breathe, and wait.

Soon he began to get a sense of the forest around him, another skill imparted by Hjolrin many years ago. Falkreath Hold was subtly different to Riverwood. Instead of sharp and clear air, everything was muffled by moss, distant among the ferns, always sounding further away than it ought to. It was how Haaki imagined the dead viewed the living, another thought which he pushed down and ignored. More important things to focus on. He listened until he heard a scuffle and a crunch and then, crossbow cradled in his arms, he followed it, keeping tight to the thicket of weeds.

For a long time he thought he must have lost the trail, and had it not been for the idea of Frithjofr only a few steps away, about to run into a ring of belligerent necromancers, he probably would have turned back. The daylight was fading and every shadow of every tree stretched out around him, arms ready to snatch, claws ready to tear apart. There was no sign of Frithjofr. Maybe he had circled round. Maybe what they had heard was a perfectly normal animal, wandering through the forest, doing no harm to anyone. Maybe he was being ridiculous. Maybe.

Haaki crept out from a curtain of ferns and came face to face with the stag.

He assumed it was the same stag, anyway. Wolves appeared to have found it since the encounter in Riverwood, and the pack didn't perceive necromancy as a reason to abandon a hunt. Flesh, torn by multiple mouths, hung in lumps from the creature's bones, clinging on by threads of muscle, and the bones themselves were chipped and smeared with the remaining fluids in the corpse. The legs, too, were in tatters, not from wolves but from the brambles slicing at them. One foot had broken away and the stag was walking, unperturbed, on a stump of bone, giving it a horrible, lopsided stagger. It reminded Haaki of the first time he'd seen a stag shed its velvet, but this was unnatural, as if the process were an infection which had spread to the rest of the body, and unlike that time he didn't have Hjolrin here to explain what was going on.

The worst part was the jaw. Haaki had never thought about a stag's teeth much before. He'd seen deer skulls, on the walls of inns, or as decor in an especially tasteless home, and they hadn't been threatening then, other than to anyone with a sense for interior design. Now he felt differently. The skin of the muzzle had been ripped away and revealed, at the back of the jaw, behind the lower set of incisors,­ a toothy grin curling up into the skull, a grin which persisted as the creature moaned. Some of the teeth were loose. It looked strangely human, until it lowered its head, directed its antlers at Haaki, and charged.

Holding up the crossbow was instinctive, but of course firing it would be pointless. If a pack of wolves couldn't take the thing down then another bolt wouldn't do much. Haaki flung himself to the side as the beast crashed into the thicket. The magical aura trailed behind it. Trying to keep himself protected by the branches, he moved around the clearing, keeping half of his attention on the stag and half for whoever was controlling it.

'Who's there? Come out here and fight properly!'

Teeth chattered behind him as the stag lunged forwards again, mouth first this time, snapping at Haaki's sleeves. It couldn't do much damage compared to the antlers or a straightforward charge, but it could hold him in place. It gave Haaki the distinct and unpleasant sensation that someone, somewhere nearby, was laughing at him. As his foot caught a root and sent him tumbling forwards, he failed to see the joke.

A brief image, of smiling teeth against a starlit sky, bore down upon him, and he rolled away as the antlers plunged into the earth beside him. Before he could be trampled by the hooves, he swung his crossbow up and caught the monster a blow on its chest which bought him enough time to scramble towards safety.

Gripping his crossbow with one hand, flailing for support with the other, he staggered to his feet, and as he lurched forwards he saw them. A trail of footprints. They were shallow, difficult to spot, but that only proved they must be recent. Falkreath's constant veil of rain meant feet usually sank several inches into the mud, whereas if Haaki hadn't stumbled right into these he would never have seen them. His hand tightened on the crossbow. An undead stag spurred to violence by its puppeteer was not something his past experience covered. Footprints, though, he could handle. That was something he could track.

#story #haaki #lostnord #trigger warning: blood/gore #trigger warning: messed up deer

[sharpen-jadescythe]

Sharpen goes home, 2

After supper...

Mom: This is serious, now. That's why we've gathered the whole family.

All 5 of Sharpen's sisters: *various stages of smirking or bored*

Dad: Let's be careful how we say things to Sharpen this time. Emotions ran very high at supper. But there is a certain phrase we all agreed not to use again. Alright?

Sharpen: *blushing hard* How can you even call it that? Elune herself fell for Malorne. And they made Cenarius together.

Mom: But that's a metaphor, Sharpen. It was a sacred... intercession between Elune and Malorne, who was blessed and good. They only came together anyway because Cenarius was needed in the world.

Sharpen: What.

Jezzca: Hey bro, are you just making a case to hook up with Elune now?

Mom: *looks pale*

Sharpen: No, I am not.

Dad: Dearest, you know that Cenarius is a half-man, half-deer person?

Mom: He is a blessed creature who probably changed himself into a man for the act itself. Or, Elune showed her great mercy and became a beautiful doe for his sake. Who are we to know the ways of the goddess?

Dad: Dearest, I'm only saying Sharpen may have a point--

Jezzca: Was Clayton the Drogbar hot?

Sharpen: What do you think? *glares*

Wisthera: I just don't understand how you made time to hook up with a Drogbar on your mission. And weren't you two in Zaralek Cavern? Eugh.

Sharpen: *deadpan* Maybe the cave lighting was romantic.

Mom: Cenarius was needed in the world and that's why the goddess did that! Stop challenging my beliefs!

Sharpen: Mom. Cenarius is literally a man on the top and a deer on the bottom. It's SO obvious. That's probably how they went about it, too!

Dad: Sharpen, stop shocking your mother.

Jezzca: *screeches with laughter*

Wisthera: And is that how it was with you and your drogbar boyfiend? Did he... overwhelm you?

Sharpen: We're not talking about Clayton anymore!!

Jezzca: Did you impale him with your tuskarr spear?

Wisthera: How'd you get your hands on a tuskarr's spear anyway?

Jezzca: Mrhrm! Sounds fun.

Mom: *quickly makes the sign of Elune*

Dad: Sharpen, stop changing the subject. We are sitting down as a family to stop you being so lustful. As uncomfortable as it is for a father to say, especially in front of his impressionable daughters... You need to choose partners with more substance. Not just for their. You know.

Jezzca: *falls out of her chair laughing*

Sharpen: No, I don't know. Can't you even say it if you're going to be so judgemental?

Wisthera: What's-his-face, that one Son of Cenarius, he hooked up with Princess Theradras. She was some horrible rock monster.

Sharpen: You're doing this to me on purpose.

Mom: That's right! Now Sharpen, do you want to go and sire a bunch of half-elf, half-drogbar monsters? Like those horrible centaur? Because that is what will happen to you if you don't stop.

Dad: That's a little silly, you have to admit.

Sharpen: Finally! Thank you, Dad.

Dad: Jezzca, get off the floor.

Wisthera: Nothing's solved, yet. We'll all be related by marriage to something crazy like a jalgar soon if Sharpen doesn't learn a lesson here. *stage winks*

Mom: What’s a jal... gar?

Sharpen: Ah, yes. An ancient race of polar bear-men. Last seen in Northrend, but defeated by the vrykul. The forebears of the furbolg if I remember correctly. They're supposed to be absolutely huge. And angry. A reasonable amount of fuzzy. Warm, too.

Mom: ...

Dad: ... ...

Sharpen: What? I know my history.

Wisthera: And your eyes were glazing over.

Jezzca: *stretches out casually on the floor* Actually, I wouldn't mind being related to cute little bear cub-elf nephews.

Sharpen: I would like to kindly ask all of my impressionable sisters to shut the hell up.

[nordax]

i wanna preface this by saying that this was supposed to be a silly little fun thing and then it took me like a month to write, and i’m not entirely sure how i feel about the end result but here it is. thank you and i am so sorry. 

tagging @sucharide and @moonlight-serenades no one else perceive this

attic ghoul x reader is finally done! warnings for smut and biting, dubious consent. blood is mentioned. word count: 3316.

When you were little, your mother told you there were monsters living in the woods on the edge of town, and that they came out at night and would catch little children with their monstrous claws and eat them, that you would fit into their mouth whole and rows upon rows of sharp teeth were waiting for you. You believed her, of course, and to this day, some twenty odd years later, are still scared of the dark, and the woods, and this particular forest in the dark. You know now that it was a story your mother made up, you were too adventurous and curious as a child, and she didn’t want you to wander off alone, especially after dark.

It's just largely inconvenient how deep that fear is rooted in you, with how the forest on the edge of town is your favourite place in town – right after the bookstore, of course. The forest is old, and beautiful, left to its natural state and the only sign of humans meddling in it is a path through it, across the small creek and over the old birch tree that has been uprooted in a storm a lifetime ago, twisting and turning to adjust to the nature around it. It’s a peaceful place. There’s rabbits and squirrels and all sorts of birds living there, but the moment the sun sets and it gets dark, each animal sounds like a horrible beast coming to eat you alive.

You realize that once again, you’ve gotten carried away with your book when you have to squint to be able to read in the darkness. Your heart sinks as you look around, despite knowing this place like the back of your hand. The setting darkness is accompanied by a strong, cold wind that has you shivering. It’s a good half an hour walk back home, and even as you remind yourself that every woodland creature is more scared of you than you are of them, your heart beats faster and faster and louder and every inch of your body is screaming you need to leave.

The fear settles deep in your belly, and you take a deep breath before beginning the long walk back home. It’s a shaky breath on the way in, and it feels like there isn’t enough space in your lungs for all the air, like you’re being crushed. There is small comfort and relief in the way you skip on the three rocks across the water, careful not to slip – you’ve gone home with wet shoes one too many times – but it’s a sign that you’re a third of the way there. A branch breaks somewhere behind you, too close, and the trees rustle on your right, and your heart stops for a moment. It’s a fast movement, circling you, a blur of something in front of you and then on your left, and you imagine that this is what a deer feels, right before it’s eaten by a pack of wolves.

You start running, book clutched tightly in one hand, heart in your throat. You can’t breathe with how the fear is squeezing the life out of you, and it’s so dark, when did it get so dark? You hop over the roots sticking up from the ground, and much to your horror, your foot snags on the last arch. You know this forest better than your own house, you’ve counted every step from your front door to the little sacred spot you like to read in, you know where to step when you’re crossing these roots, you could walk home blindfolded and backwards and you wouldn’t trip.

And your foot snags on the roots, and you’re falling, falling forwards and you stick your hands out to catch yourself and your book thumps to the ground, but you don’t. Someone, something grabs you. Strong, big hands hold you by your arms, guiding you upright and your eyes are squeezed shut, tight, waiting for your inevitable demise.

It never comes.

You feel hands leaving you, lingering as they pull away and the forest around you is silent. Abnormally so. All you can hear is your heart racing, the sound of it ringing in your ears. When you finally open your eyes, you’re met by what you recognize as the monster your mother warned you about. It’s tall, so tall and you’re eye level with its chest. There’s broad shoulders and arms, with long claws at its hands and as your eyes wander up, there’s a wide grin and black eyes staring right at you. The smile widens even more, revealing sharp teeth and you shiver.

You should run, you think, but there’s a disconnect somewhere between your brains and your legs and nothing happens at all. You stare, frozen in your spot like a deer in headlights, as the monster steps closer and reaches for you, caressing your cheek with its clawed fingers. The touch is gentle, and you release the breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Where are you running to, little rabbit?”

The monster’s voice is low, and scratchy like he hasn’t used it in a long time. He runs his thumb over your bottom lip and there’s an inexplicable urge to part your lips for him, to suck his finger into your mouth. Your whole body trembles with the thought, like it’s trying to shake it off, and the monster breaks into a smile again, like he can tell what you’re thinking. As it steps closer to you, you step back, and you stumble backwards until your back hits a tree. You want to duck behind it, to hide or to run but your legs refuse to cooperate. The monster leans in closer, clawed hand on your throat and you whimper, an embarrassing high sound and the way he laughs, light-hearted and the way his fangs seem to glint in the low light of the moon has you squeezing your thighs together. There’s an unmistakable heat pooling deep in your belly, allowing your fear.

You’re hypnotized by his eyes, fully black and twinkling like a starry night, and somewhere in the back of your mind, a voice is telling you to fight, to run, to save yourself, but all that makes it to the surface is a dizzying wave of arousal as the hand on your throat tightens. Your eyes roll back in your head and your knees feel weak, and the only thing to steady yourself on is the monster in front of you, holding you by the throat. You grab his arm with both your hands and it sends electricity through your body, leaving a tingling feeling on your fingers, like how it felt to scoop static off the screen of an old tv screen. You could drown in the feeling of it, the pure power emanating from the monster and how intoxicating it is.

“I’ll give you a head start”, the monster whispers, “and if I catch you again, I won’t let you go.”

With that, he lets go and takes a step back. Your hands fall from his arm and it takes an eternity for it to register in your mind, that you’re supposed to run. The monster patiently waits, tilting his head as it observes you.

“Wha- How long of a head start?” you hear yourself asking, like you’re playing with a friend. Like you want him to chase you. You take careful steps backwards, slowly and the monster smiles. There’s something sinister to it, and you don’t stay around to find out the answer to your question. And you run. As fast as your legs will carry you, along the familiar path home and even as your heart races and fear bubbles up, the thrill of it, the knowledge that he’s hunting you, is arousing. Agonizing and terrifying and so, so arousing.

The forest is silent around you, like every other creature was smart enough to leave and all that’s left is the monster and you. Your foot slips on a rock and you lose your balance, muttering silent apologies to the piece of moss you ripped off as you stumble forwards. You keep moving, slower now and more careful but the forest around you is pitch black and as you jump over another fallen tree, you lose sight of the path you were following and find yourself in a clearing. It seems like everywhere you look, the trees and the bushes are woven tightly together, shutting you out. Or in. You can’t leave. It doesn’t matter how fast you run, you won’t get away.

You hide behind a bush and hold your breath. Your heart is beating so hard you’re sure it will give you away. Even with your eyes squeezed shut, you feel the monster approaching you. There’s a chill in the air, and it makes you shiver. You clasp a hand over your mouth.

“I can smell you, little rabbit.”

The monster’s voice has you trembling for completely the wrong reasons.

“You can’t hide from me.”

It turns into a growl, and you can’t stop the whimper escaping from your lips. There’s a low laugh and then he’s in front of you again, teeth flashing as he smiles and there’s something to it, with the way your stomach swoops at the sight. You stumble backwards but before you can take half a step, the monster grabs you by the arm, tight, and pulls you to him, flush against him. Your heart is hammering in your chest and the warmth of the monster’s body against yours does nothing to calm you down. He backs you up against a tree, wide enough for you to comfortably lean against, and parts your legs with one of his. His thigh presses against you, and you can’t help it, your body is working without your brain as you grind down on his leg, face hot and flushed. His thigh is thick and strong, and you bite your lip to not moan out loud.

You should have known better, you think, the thought somewhere far in the back of your mind, shrouded in a heavy fog. You should have known this would end badly. But it’s hard to think when there’s claws crawling up your neck, grabbing a handful of your hair and tugging on it. You shiver with it, hissing as he pulls a little harder. You let him pull your head to the side, exposing your neck. As if it matters what you let him do or don’t, he looks like he could snap you in half if he wanted to, or tear you apart with those sharp, big teeth.

His breath is hot on your neck as he leans down, and his tongue makes your knees buckle as it dances on your skin. His teeth graze the skin, teasing, and he’s pressing his thigh up into you, letting you rut against it like the pathetic little thing you are.

“Please”, you whisper, and you can’t believe the desperation in your voice, the deep, burning lust in your belly. There’s a pause and then a hot white flash of pain as teeth sink into your skin, your neck where it meets your shoulder. Warm blood pools to the surface and it tickles as it runs down your chest and you shudder when the monster licks it up. His tongue is forked, and a little rough on your skin, like fine sandpaper and it makes the fear and arousal in your belly coil and burn.

You grab at him, torn between pushing him off with how it stings as he licks at the wound on your neck and pulling him closer when he growls and sucks on your neck and your soul leaves your body. When he finally pulls away, your blood is smeared over his lips and chin and there’s an embarrassingly wet patch on his leg. You try not to whine at the loss of his warmth, of his thigh on your aching cunt. There’s a hunger in the monster’s eyes, and you want him to devour you.

He grabs your chin, claws threatening to break your skin, and leans in and his lips are soft and warm on yours, and you break so easily under him, parting your lips for him and letting his tongue in your mouth. He kisses you like he’s starved, desperate and needy.

“You are mine”, he growls in your ear, and you’re so weak, you cling to him, “you are my offering to Him.”

Something about his tone, his words sends shivers down your spine and makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up, and you’re filled with dread. The monster flexes his claws, and you’re awakened from your trance, suddenly very aware of the multitude of ways this monster could kill you. You want to beg for your life, for him to stop and to let you go, and you won’t tell anyone, really, if he’ll just let you go, you won’t say anything. But nothing comes out, and you close your eyes. With a quick swipe of his hand, your skirt is cut open and pools at your feet.

You open your eyes, and the monster gives you a smile as he kneels in front of you, gripping your hips tightly and it’s so much, the fear and the arousal and then he’s ripping off your underwear and his tongue is hot on you, the forked tip ghosting over your clit and your eyes roll back in your head. It’s so close, and not enough, just the lightest touch and you’re trembling. His tongue slips inside you and you grab a handful of his hair, to steady yourself and it earns you a low growl, almost like a purr and if your knees weren’t weak before, they are now.

His grip on you is tight, his claws digging into your ass and threatening to break your skin, and you want him to do that, you want to let him ruin you completely. His tongue is flat on you as he licks up in slow, soft movements before returning his attention to your clit, circling it and then sucking on it, sending electricity through your whole body. You pull on his hair, pulling him closer to you, and you can’t help it, you can’t help yourself when his tongue is inside you and he’s holding you so tightly, you’re begging for more, desperate for him.

“So greedy, aren’t you?” the monster says, and you want to deny it, but you can’t get a word out so you just shake your head and the monster laughs. He stands up, grabbing your hand and guiding it between your legs and you blush as you realize what he wants. You slip a finger inside, and then another, closing your eyes to avoid the monster’s hungry gaze. You can still feel the intensity of it, and his tongue on your neck where he bit you, and something hard pressing against you when he leans in, licking and nibbling at your neck, along your jaw and over to your ear.

He's breathing harder, and you whimper as he grinds against you, his erection pressing against your belly, and you want him. You want him inside you, you want him to take you and ruin you, and you tell him this, in between gasps and moans as you finger yourself for him. He grabs you by your throat and pushes you hard against the tree, snarling and baring his teeth, and it’s embarrassing how it makes you throb and ache for him, how his growling makes your knees weak.

It's a blur of movement and he has you up against the tree, your legs completely off the ground and his hands on your ass, holding you up. You wrap your legs around his waist, his naked waist, and you wonder where, and how, his clothes went but then the tip of his cock teases your entrance and slowly pushes in and your mind goes blank. You let your head fall back, mouth hanging open as you try to get adjusted to the stretch of him inside you, so hard and so big and so, so deep. You run your hands across his chest, covered in light hair, and over his shoulders and his arms, everywhere you can, enamoured with the strength of him. You cradle his face in your hands, and he’s beautiful, but something about him, about the way he looks at you like he sees past the meat and right into your soul, is unsettling.

The way he smiles at you, fangs peeking, before kissing you is unsettling for other reasons, and his tongue in your mouth paired with how he slowly pulls out almost entirely before thrusting inside you again makes your heart stop. He holds you tight against the tree, and something sharp is digging into your back but it doesn’t matter when he’s filling you with his cock, and every little moan and whimper from your lips is riling him up. He leans down to lick and suck at the bite on your neck, and it stings and you feel blood pooling to the surface again but it feels so good, he feels so good, and you would let him suck you dry if he asked, you would give him anything and everything he wanted.

The monster licks at your neck, and you clench around him. It coaxes a low moan out of him. You try to roll your hips, as much as he will let you with how he has boxed in against the tree, and he groans, hips stuttering as he bottoms out. He leans his forehead on yours, and your blood is smeared on his lips. You reach up to lick it, and the taste of it is metallic and he parts his lips for you so willingly, you want this moment to last forever.

The monster pulls away from the kiss, dragging your bottom lip between his teeth and leaving it bleeding. He starts thrusting into you again, claws digging into your skin as he finds a rhythm, an unrelenting pace as he slams you against the tree. The bark of it is digging into your skin, scratching you but it’s an afterthought, somewhere very far in the back of your mind. What is on your mind is the cock inside you, so thick and long, and the mouth on your neck. He fucks you hard and fast, almost desperate as he sinks his teeth into your neck again, holding you so tightly you’re worried he’s going to crush you.

Tears sting your eyes and roll down your cheeks, and you feel a little lightheaded, and cold, and the blood slowly dripping down your chest feels too warm, almost burning. It’s an overwhelming sensation of pleasure as the monster kisses you, tongue darting into your mouth and his hips slam against you, relentless, and you clench around him. He’s whispering something, words slurring together, his lips brushing against yours and you swallow his words, stifling your moan into his mouth. You sob as he grabs you by your waist, claws breaking your skin and you feel him cumming inside you, followed soon with your own climax and it’s so much, it’s too much and you slouch against the monster, wrapping your arms around him.

When he steps back, and you slide down the tree, your legs don’t hold you up and your arms feel too heavy to grab at him. Before you can hit the ground, he scoops you up into his arms, holding you to his chest with one arm behind your back and the other under your legs. Your neck stings, and there’s a dizzying amount of blood drying on your chest, and you wonder if you’ll die tonight after all.

#writing adventures #i have more thoughts on this topic but they're all unhinged and feral #as if this isn't #anyway i hope you enjoyed this on some level? i feel conflicted about it

[rebelbrat]

@dragonskxn​ 

Of all the places to get forcibly spat out in--

Nope! Nope nope nope! He sees the pathway leading up to the medieval-looking houses and he turns right back around to retreat to the woods. Where are they? 13th century France? It doesn’t look exactly like the French architecture of the medieval years, but he’s not taking his chances with the, ahem, provincial attitudes of people in this culture and this time period. Not his mixed species Jewish ass. Not today. Sure, he could probably take a whole medieval village by himself, but he’d much rather deal with the wildlife. Even a bear is more likely than a bigot to run away rather than seek conflict.

Not like he’s in any mood to fight, anyway. It’s that time of the year again, the time where he starts gaining weight as many members of the Galra species are accustomed to--a time when all he wants to do is drown in a puddle of angst about how hideous and deformed he thinks he is. Oh, he knows it should be the least of his worries right now, given that he and his friends, you know, just took the Castle of Lions for a joyride, got spat out into an entirely different universe, and watched the portal they accidentally dove through CLOSE ON THEM as soon as they landed here. But the only thing he can think of right now as he goes back to the castle is how his armor had to adjust to accommodate his belly and how his face looks so fat and undignified, especially with that ridiculous huge nose in the middle of it…

He gathers his cloak even more tightly around him and pulls the hood over his head for good measure.

He knows he should be scouting the forest. He should be looking around for herbs and berries, sniffing the air for game and a source of water. But he can do none of these things, trapped deeply in the shame that binds him as tight as he holds his cloak closed so that no one can see his body. He hasn’t even begun to entertain the truth that there’s nothing wrong with his appearance--he’s quite drool-worthy in fact, with his body still strong and sturdy and muscular and his facial features still well-proportioned and well-shaped. The most he has in his moments of peace is a calm rather than a panicked acknowledgement of the “fact” that he’s disgusting--and this isn’t even a moment of peace, it’s a moment of torment…

He grits his teeth as he retraces his steps through the woods through scent alone. He’s staying a good distance away from the well-worn path he found through it now; if even one superstitious nutjob takes his presence the wrong way, it could bring the entire mob to the castle sitting in the middle of the woods that’s obviously not from around here. Besides, it’s not like he wants anyone to to catch a glimpse of his shameful visage; if they saw a creature as horrible as he, he thinks, they would be ten times as likely to raise the alarm.

Stop thinking those thoughts, he tries to tell himself. Focus. You need to survive. Indeed, if there was anything that made him beautiful, it was his desire to help his friends, the lengths he would go to help and protect them. And here, going to such lengths meant the simple act of lowering his hood so that he can truly take stock of his surroundings. He’s nearing the castle, but he can still pick up plenty of useful information: as he travels the forest he opens his mouth to taste the air and smells three different kinds of deer, a kind of sheep, wild boar…Damn, they really are in some version of France, aren’t they? He leans a bit closer to the ground; he picks up the scent of squirrels scuttling around in the underbrush, as well as a fox that was hunting them.  Around him, he notes the species of the trees and the plants--all species he recognizes from Earth, all found in France--apple, cherry, oak, and maple. Yep. Definitely France. 

There’s one scent he doesn’t recognize as he sees the castle come into view, one that he follows even more intently than the others. It’s the scent of…a girl? A girl with blue hair? But there’s something different about this girl, who judging by her hair color is apparently from some anime version of France. He feels the same sort of dissonance when he smells Pidge’s scent, or the scent of his generals, or the scent of any other hybrid--they seem like they’re one thing, but they’re actually another. This girl seems like she’s human, but there’s an unmistakable “dragon” vibe to her smell--that, of course, a cat-dragon like him would recognize…

She turns around. The two of them lock eyes. Only a few seconds later does he realize she’s seen him with his hood off. He gasps and yanks the hood back over his face, the shame rushing back to him, pulling it so tight around his head that only the point of his nose is visible.

Did she see his face…?

#dragonskxn #thread 01. || dragonskxn #virtue's little bad boy. || IC

[genderascendant]

🐝🦨

🐝 - Do you like insects? If so, what's your favorite?

I do like insects as a concept, but i get very skittish if they come near me😅 my favorite is probably bumblebees, or those tiny solitary bees that are iridescent green!!! theyre so cool… and of course i am fond of huge beautiful moths like the death’s head, rosy maple, atlas… yo who wants to send me some cool bugs in my inbox!!

🦨 - What’s your favorite creature of the forest?

agh, definitely deer, especially my native white tail!!! which it’s kinda sad because theyre horribly overpopulated where i live, but i’ve just always had such an affinity for them… i wanna get a couple of deer tattoos one day:D

#mine #ask #thank you so much<33

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Humans are Space Orcs, “Unlikely Friends.”

Wrote this this morning and thought of my friend Nora :)

I hope you all like it. 

The GA Biological Exploration team had not expected to have humans along for their expedition, but then again, they had hardly expected to have large carnivorous worms attack them the last time, so they supposed that extra protection was worth it. But the humans were really just there for protection, so the team mostly ignored them meandering around in a wide circle with their weapons ready.

Everyone knew that humans weren’t exactly the smartest species in the galaxy, somewhere above Drev and below Tesraki, so they were really only good for protection most of the time, or at least that is how many of the team saw it, none of them having ever really worked with a human closely before. The foliage on this planet happened to be a strange sort of blue violet color, and the sky above also tended more towards purple than it did towards blue.

There were plenty of large and unusual looking flowers, mostly red in color, though, when seen under UV light they glowed in many colors unseen by those who could only view on the visible spectrum.

The head scientist was just beginning to sample one of the flowers, when he noticed one of the humans out of the corner of his eye crouching next to one of the plants. His hand was completely uncovered, it turned out that humans were perfectly fine in the atmosphere, and it looked like he was preparing to touch the plant.

“What do you think you are doing!” He screeched, and the human drew back slightly. The head scientists wasn’t used to humans and so did not really understand the expression on it’s too- mobile face. This particular specimen of a human covered one of its eyes, and looked slightly familiar though he could not have placed it. All humans looked the same to him.

“I uh…. Well nothing.”

“You were going to touch that, weren't you!”

“Well I…”

“Because you better not try that again. We just landed on this planet and we have no idea what kind of affects the flora and fauna can cause.” He turned away before quickly spinning back in place glowering at the human, “Actually, on second thought, a warning isn’t enough for you, you have already proven that you cannot be trusted.” He pointed towards a little clearing not far off, “Go sit down and keep your hands to yourself until we are done here.”

The human went to protest, but he did not allow for that.

He had no time for people who could not follow proper safety protocols. The human looked about ready to argue with him, but one stern look sent the human slouching off.

He nodded rather pleased with himself. That is how you dealt with humans properly, a firm hand was what they needed. They were kind of slow so you had to repeat yourself a few times, but they responded well to a frm no nonsense hand.

***

Admiral Vir sat in time out.

His hands were neatly resting in his lap as he sat criss cross on an alien planet staring up at the sky. A few times the other marines would pass by and grin at him and he would smile sheepishly back. He had been put in time out for touching the local wildlife. Believe it or not, his mother used to hate taking him shopping as a kid because he just had to touch everything. He was also the reason that his father had forbade them from putting their hands, tongues, or feet, don’t ask, against the window.

There had even been a rule in museums that he had to be holding his dad or his mother’s hand while they walked around to avoid him embarrassing them by touching something that he wasn’t supposed to. He had always loved those interactive museums for kids. 

Apparently this habit had not exactly gone away into his adult life.

And now here he was Admiral Adam Vir, Armada commander of the GA and UNSC combined forces….. And he had been put in time out so he wouldn't touch anything. He took it with good humor though. By all rights he should have learned his lesson by now…. Considering the incident….

He shook himself and leaned back in the alien flora, resting his head back on a big flat mushroom that was pleasantly spongy and acted as a great pillow so that he could stare up at the sky. At some point he accidentally took a bit of a nap, and when he woke up next the voices had faded as the scientists wandered off into the forest, and he was left alone with only the shuttle sitting and twinkling with metallic light.

He frowned, someone could have told him they were moving on, but that was ok.

He sat up legs still crossed and rested his chin against his hand in boredom.

He picked at the dirt below him, and then prodded one of the strange mushrooms. 

Adam was bored.

He stood glancing around and walked to the edge of the clearing where one of those red flowers was sitting and, looking over his shoulder again reached down to touch it making a face in the direction that scientist had gone off.

It's not like he was hurting anything.

The flower petals were soft, and felt almost like velvet below his fingertips. 

He sniffed a it to find that it smelled oddly like…. Bleach? Though he could completely have been wrong about that.

Walking over, to the nearest tree-like structure, which was very tall and thin with an umbrella like apparatus overhead, he found the bark of the tree to have a bunch of small berry like structures on it in a light blue color. He reached out and picked one. It came off with a sort of soft popping noise, and he rolled it around between his fingers leaving behind a purplish residue.

He squeezed it, and berry juice came out.

It smelled sweet, though even he wasn’t stupid enough to taste it.

He dropped what remained of the berry t the ground and was just rummaging through the foliage when…. A sound, the snap of one of those mushrooms, pulled him from his reverie. Like a deer in the headlights he jerked quickly upright and looked around his heart already beginning to hammer.

He turned his head, looking into the bushes where he had heard the sound, and as he did, he thought he caught a strange flicking sort of movement. It was low to the ground, and as it moved it seemed to… slither through the underbrush.

Adam lowered himself slowly to the ground reaching behind him and drawing his handgun.

There was a strange noise, like more of those berries popping off the tree, and then the slithering moved on.

He couldn’t help but be interested, and followed the sound to where it had been last, finding that all of the berries had been stripped from the trunk of the tree.

“Huh, you like berries do you.” He said to himself wandering over to the next tree and scraping off a handful into his palm. He could still hear the creature moving ahead of him through the brush, and he followed after it, tracking it’s movement with his ears more than his eyes. He would have used his thermal vision, but decided against it. It was much more fun this way. Of course a part of him knew that this was a horrible idea, but Adam had never really been known to listen to his own common sense, especially when it came to meeting new aliens.

A segment of dirt showed below him, and he bent down to examine the track.

It wasn’t a footprint, but a long drag mrk through the soil.

How interesting.

He heard more of that popping noise up ahead and followed after it.

When he got closer there was a sharp sound as if something was drawing back on itself.

The creature had noticed him.

He crouched down in the bushes eyes forward to where he knew the alien was.

He dropped some of the berries onto the ground leaving a trail back to his hand where he waited.

Of course he expected to see some sort of creature.

What he did not expect was a massive purple viper with a head as big around as a football if not bigger peeping through the bushes

He froze in place blood running cold.

It had one large eye in the middle of its face and weird protrusions along the side of it’s head which looked to act like whiskers as they trembled in the breeze.

It rose up slowly from the ground lifting its head into the air and then opening its mouth. Its face was segmented into three, so when its mouth opened its face became twice as large, opening sort of like the hood of a cobra. It didn’t have a tongue but many small undulating follicles across its mouth stained with purple juice.

Its mouth closed and its head lowered as it looked down at the berries he had let out.

He stayed stock still as the creatures slithered closer lowering its head and lapping the berries off the ground.

Its body was smooth, not completely like that of a snake but similar, ad strange protrusions stuck up from it’s back rising and falling as it slithered forward.

It followed his little trail of berries until finally it was not inches away from his hand.

I lifted his head again, and from where he crouched, he started the creature right in the face. One eye to one eye.

It made a sort of rattling noise ad opened its mouth again.

He imagined it striking at his face latching onto him and sucking his life out through his eyes.

But instead the creature closed its mouth again, and the tendrils moved forward at the side outfits head, almost like it was sniffing at him.

It lowered it’s head 

And opened its mouth and he felt the hot humidity of it’s mouths. The creature sucked the berries frm his hand. Each of the little saccules felt like suction cups against his hand. It curled into a large coil against the ground and lifted its head again to look at him almost expectantly. He raised his hand slowly and it shied away.

He made no sound as he reached out and pulled some more of the berries from a nearby tree before slowly proffering them to the creature who sucked them up from his han.

He did that a few more times until, reaching out, he let the creature eat from his hand before gently stroking it along its underbelly. He had a feeling those protrusions on its back were sensory, and he didn’t want to overload it. The creature pulled back in surprise at his touch, but not entirely,and as he continued to stroke down itt’s neck, it seemed…. To enjoy it, pressing into his hand and making that strange noise again.

He smiled giddy and scared at the same time.

This was so cool!

He coaxed the creature with him as he went around pulling berries from trees and feeding it from his cupped hands.

The sake thing slithered at his side, and on one occasion even began to slither up his body.

He let it and it used him as a staging ground to lift it’s head into the trees and suck the larger berries from higher up in the tree. He rewarded the snake thing with more belly rubs with his hands now stained purple.

Eventually voices floated to him through the forest.

The snake thing rested its chin on his head sunning itself on top of him like he was a tree.

He walked back towards the shuttle pleased to show the others his new friend.

*** The head scientist was pleased with the samples he had taken. He had started with the ground plants and was likely to work his way up. He had been careful not to touch anything, and hadn’t seen any native wildlife so far. It would take some time for them to get to know the planet like they really wanted to, but that's how these things worked, science was slow an they had to be careful-”What in the FUCK is that!”

The human’s cry of alarm jolted him from his thoughts and he looked up in stunned shock to see the human from earlier, walk forward cradling a large alien creature in his arms.

“SHHH, the human hissed, Don’t scare Jeffry.”

“Who the Fuck is jeffrey.”

The alien creature lifted it’s head and opened its trihinjed mout.

He rubbed it’s chin, “it’s okay Jeffrey, they are being very rude.”

The aliens stood on in shock, as the human patted the alien creature like… like well like nothing they had ever seen. He was just sitting there, cuddling an unknown alien.

“W-what did I say about TOUCHING things he hissed with a squeak.”

The human lifted it’s shoulders, “Well…. About that. I sort of, got bored, and then I saw Jeffrey and I thought why not try to make friends.”

“You tried to make friends with a giant alien snake?”

“Well I would rather not have made enemies with him.’ He rubbed “Jeffry’s chin and the snake thing rattled.

The other humans gathered around in shock and awe.

“What are you doing!” He hissed, “That thing could be dangerous.”

The humans ignored him.

“Yeah just get some of those berries, and I bet he’d eat right out of your hand, and then maybe you can pet him.”

The humans wandered off to find berries coming back with their hands piled and their skin stained purple.

“Don’t Touch it!” he squalled, but the humans were hearing none of it. The snake thing leaned down and slurped berries from cupped hands before stretching its neck upwards to enjoy pats from the other humans.

The aliens stood there in shock as the humans gathered around.

He had ordered the human not to touch anything, but instead he had gone off into the forest and pack bonded with some unknown alien creature.

He would have to write to his superiors about this.

He would not be working with humans in the future.

Annoyingly, humans had to make friends with everyone. 

#humans are insane #humans are space orcs #humans are weird #earth is a deathworld #Earth is space Ausralia #humans are space oddities

[ganymedesclock]

"Normal looking person has terrifying teeth. bonus points if they have an extending/splitting jaw or retractable teeth or something like that" this seems... oddly specific. how'd you find out you like this?

It was a long process starting at my middle school goth phase where tiny vampire fangs were neat, and then later I was like, "well, that's not very scary is it, it could be scarier" and that graduated to progressively bigger scary teeth until I realized that the average human jaw can only fit so much teeth in it, and then I saw the art of @deadwooddross and it cracked open some brave new frontiers regarding how people can look.

Really in general it seems more specific than it is, it's generally that I think horror mouth is a good concept-

(monkey brain says bared teeth bad? Social repulsion of hunger, humanity's own predatory instincts and the primal hunting behaviors that once fed us, and one need not look any further than modern diet culture to consider that man has a very precarious nature indeed with the hunger that has always defined us? something else entirely? the fine line between the alluring, desirable, or appealing mouth that might yield tender kisses or speak sweet words and the aforementioned primal nature and threat potential of mouths?)

-and then throughout my life, in both consuming and creating art, I'm trying to challenge myself to outgrow the mindset that for something to be good or likable or deserving of patience or attention in any way it has to be the least offensive, prettiest thing- so slapping a horrible unfolding bobbit worm mouth or a leering skull grimace or a great slobbery aperture on a human face is a good challenge to that regard.

Honestly, anon, I think your question is a good one! Like I said, when I first discovered Dross's art, I was really amazed at their monster designs and it got me frustrated with the level of monstrosity in my own art. I was left wondering how someone could come to such wonderfully gross, unsettling, specific concepts. It's been years since then, and I think I can confidently say it's all just a matter of practice and inspiration!

I know we can often think of creativity as something semi-divine, born from the void (or, jokingly, as some like to insinuate, affected by psychoactive substances) and nothing us mere mortals can change- but really it's a lot more of a practical skill. For me, challenging my assumptions and interrogating my thoughts does a lot of the legwork- the important other piece is that this engine of analysis is driven by new ideas being pumped in from the things I consume.

While this has nothing to do with teeth, I remember seeing- incidentally, in a gif, I've never watched the movie and don't really plan to- Moder, the bestial antagonist of a live-action horror movie called The Ritual. Moder is a beautiful monster; she has a really unique design evoking a moose, with a hidden but disconcertingly humanlike face and two dangling arms where her mouth should be. Seeing her in motion struck me all at once that I had never really seen, before then, an ungulate monster. Hoofed creatures are conceptualized with a sort of unthreatening banality; the docile cow, the sweet innocent deer, the sacred unicorn, the majestic but servile horse. Seldom do we get this sort of old-god megafauna feeling cut loose in such a creature, and yet, looking at Moder, why the fuck not? At a point in the movie itself she effortlessly overtakes one of the main characters at a run, her great powerful legs and thrashing hooves causing her to keep pace with him in a moment that seems profoundly effortless before she banks to the side and decides to end the chase.

To bring this back to "why teeth", I think that horror character design is really a case where you just gotta look to your idols, in life and in creative works! Find something that fucks you up, even and ESPECIALLY something that seems stupid, and then gently lie back somewhere comfortable and look at the ceiling, and entertain, "wouldn't it be fucked up if you met a person whose entire face was just a pleasant mask and when they actually ate something their whole head hinged upwards to reveal their real mouth, which is just a gaping, cavernous, tooth-riddled throat?"

And it doesn't necessarily have to be teeth. There's no rule of what's exceptionally scary. For me, I like teeth. Like thinking about them. There's something about teeth and savagery and decorum and speech and the complex dance between them that, at risk of sounding insufferable, is one of the endless interstitial crossroads that make humans human.

Another very dear inspiration of mine is the decorum and presentation of the skeksis from The Dark Crystal- they simultaneously scratch my itch for predatory sophonts whose intelligence doesn't completely cut their instincts and court dramas where the image of high society is used as a contrast to the brutal and often ugly, undignified nature of ambition, pettiness, greed and lust- and they don't just serve up both of those flavors but use them to enrich each other, so that we are watching these vicious hyena birds stalking around, all puffed-up in arrogance, using gilded nail-guard forks and toothpicks, while devouring a horrible vampiric gluttonous feast and snarling at each other as they pass too close like starving wolves about to tear each other to pieces.

So I guess that's the essential linchpin of why I like unfolding or distending mouths, because it also conveys that sort of quality about a character. If your mouth splits like a flower, to a horrible toothy construct useful for mauling and threshing..... it's not going to be very good for speech. Reining it in to a humanlike configuration is stifling, and suppresses the true nature of a very specialized meat grinder, but it allows you to relate to things as something other than threats and prey. A sort of literal and figurative, sympathetic and horrifying, two-faced nature. It also plays to a good old vampire classic, the "game face" where a creature who might look beguiling and beautiful reveals a nasty appetite and a dangerous side, in a very pulpy organic fashion- it's no glamour, it's just cheeks that can retreat and a jawbone that splits.

#readmore #body horror #really I'm fond of most character design features that are a pretense to give characters more teeth than they logically should have

[missrandomdreamer]

Early OC Writing

So i wanted to post the original writing I had for a totally different OC Irena. I really liked this but idk just wasnt sure about it at the time. also me being self conscious was like ' ah this is kind of cringe' which was another reason i abandoned it >< and also def more magical and what not lol

but yeah here is an old bit of a story i wrote and just never finished, sorry for it just being kind of rough probably not the bed edited and what not

When Karl took in this wolf to heal he didn’t realize it would stick around nor did he realize it wasn’t just a wolf. It had been the early evening on a cold day in January. He had grown restless and aggravated with his work and needed fresh air, something he rarely would come out of his factory for but it was just one of those times. He had been headed to the reservoir granted not to talk to the fishy lord but to gaze at the water. Sometimes watching the water move in the moonlight calmed him down  and put him at ease, calmed him though he would never tell a living nor dead about that. 

He was just getting to the top of the hill getting closer to the bridge when he heard a rustle nearby. His ears picked up and nostrils flared, hammer coming down to the earth with a thud. His eyes scanned the darkening horizon. A human couldn’t really see in this growing evening light but a lycan could. Karl blinked as he saw a dark mass moving slowly, limping actually in the brush. An animal? He hadn’t seen a wild animal aside from the normal birds out here in awhile, most of the Lycan had scared them off especially any deer or elk yet. Heisenberg stalked it slowly until he heard a low growl. The creature's head lifted showing bright yellow eyes like that of a harvest moon. 

A low chuckle came from the man’s throat as he drew closer to it, causing it to growl lower revealing its sharp canines. Heisenberg kneeled down getting to its level, while it continued to growl, its sharp pointed ears pressed to its head.  “Aw well what do we have here? Haven’t seen a wolf around these parts in quite some time. At least not a real one. You alone?”  Karl looked around now straining his ears to hear any soft padded feet hitting the dying vegetation around him and snow yet there was nothing but the soft wind and sounds of the reservoir nearby.  The black wolf backed up but let out a sharp sound of pain causing Karl to turn his head back to it, steel blue eyes focusing on it more closely now.

“Ah, it seems one of the Lycan boys got to you, surprised you made it out in such a fight, Must be one tough little pup.” The iron smell of blood wafted over to him now from the wind, the creature was bleeding, he frowned. In the light he could see a horrible gash on its back stretching to its hind quarters. Damn, how the hell did it survive. The mechanic scrunched up his nose and sighed. He could put the creature out of its misery but the damn thing seemed to have a fighting spirit…He could use it on an experiment but some part of him didn’t feel that right. It seemed like it was one of the last real animals...it deserved to die as such if it came to not be turned into some fighting machine. 

Karl Heseinberg stood up and approached it slowly again. It snapped its jaws at him growling, “Ah little tough one aren’t you, despite your battle wounds. What a strong little wolfy you are.” he laughed softly and slowly took off his glove and outstretched his big hand to the injured animal causing the black wolf to press itself into the dirt still snarling.  “C’mere, I am not gonna hurt ya.” He cooed. The wolf didn’t move at first, just kept snarling, gnashing its teeth. It tried to back up again but yelped once more. Karl didn’t move and just left his hand there for the creature to sniff once it ever decided to...if it decided too. He wished he had some sort of food to give it, but naturally he had nothing on him that would help in this situation. 

He kneeled like that for a while and when he was just about to call it quits, annoyance rising in his chest the wolf finally stopped snarling. It slowly moved its head and sniffed Karl’s hand. The large mechanic could feel the warm nose of the wolf, not a good sign, it was probably worse off than he thought. It took every ounce of self-control not to grab the wolf by the scruff and pull it to him, or pet the creature. He kept still holding his breath, letting the wolf sniff his hand. Karl saw its eyes wince but then gently licked his fingers before restings its head in the man’s fingers, as if quietly saying okay I trust you. 

Karl felt a strange sense of relief wash over him and he chuckled softly. “Good boy, it's not so scary right?” The wolf turned its head and blinked, making a huff at him. The large man laughed again, “I'm sorry , good girl?” He cocked his head, weird, the wolf closed its eyes and put its head under Karl’s fingers again. He just laughed again scratching its bristling fur, “All right girl sorry. Now you gonna let me pick you up and carry you or we gonna have a fight on this too?”

The ebony wolf said nothing and just laid down, breathing heavily, golden eyes looking at him before closing them, looking as if she was going to sleep. Heisenberg frowned, guessing that was his answer. He stood up now and picked up the wolf who didn’t protest, only letting out a yelp, snapping its jaw as if to say be careful! “All right sorry sorry! I’ll be gentler next time, let’s get you home.” The mechanic was surprised at how big the creature was, were wolves usually this big? Yet it felt light and thin, he could feel its rib cage through its  bristled fur, he frowned. Seems like this wolf needed more than just healing, it needed food. Karl Heisenberg held the wolf carefully in its arms while his large hammer floated beside him, the creature falling asleep in his arms almost immediately, shivering in the cooling air.  And that is how Karl Heisenberg adopted a werewolf.

…………….

Heisenberg was taken aback by seeing the wolf in the yellow light of the medical wing of his factory. The wounds were way worse than he thought and the wolf was a lot bigger than he realized. It was twice the size of a normal wolf yet it didn’t resemble a lycan in any regard yet...this wolf didn’t seem right. No, not now, let's heal this thing before it gets worse. The wolf’s golden eyes were closed for the most part the healing only opening them for a short time seeing exactly what Karl was doing before laying its head down on the cold table allowing the mechanic to work. “You seem strangely calm for a wild wolf, were you someone’s house pet baby girl?” he said to himself, threading up the wounds causing the wolf to whine kicking its leg slightly before calming at a shushing sound from the mechanic. “It’s all right, almost done with stitching’ don’t go kickin you’ll mess it up now.” he said sternly in that soft tone he had now started to use with the wild creature. 

 His blue eyes looked over the wolf as he worked, applying ointment which caused the creature to growl before getting calmed again by Heseinberg. The final thing was wrapping up the wounds to keep the stitching safe and from coming undone.  The wraps would be awkward and the thing would probably move a bit slower at least it would heal faster. Karl sighed as he brushed his calloused hands through its fir, taking more detail of the creature. Not only was it bigger but it was completely black except for a little white crescent shape on its chest, strange. He felt scars along its body causing the creature to twitch. He let out a low whistle, the wolf’s ears twitched. “You are a tough little cookie, aren't ya darlin’. Must have been out there alone for awhile now, how the hell did you manage to live this long?” Karl asked, looking at the wolf’s face. It raised its head and blinked , making a little huff before letting its head down to rest, breathing through its nose again.  Heisenberg laughed softly, “All right, get some rest then, here I'm gonna take you to a softer, warmer place than this old table. When ya wake up I'll get you something to eat, how’s that baby girl?” He petted her head again and she just licked his fingers causing him to chuckle softly. “Night baby girl.”

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The next few days the wolf slept, drank and ate, never leaving Heisenberg’s bedroom unless to use the bathroom of course which the man would have to carry the wolf outside the factory to do so. Otherwise, the wolf was quiet, never really making a sound. It just watched the mechanic work quietly, sometimes dozing other times limping over to him and sleeping at his feet, something the man found...amusing to say the least, other times it would lay its large head in his lap, where he would scratch it absentmindedly while he smoked a cigar.  It was like owning a dog. He actually did make a collar for the wolf though the thing seemed reluctant to accept it.  It sniffed it and cocked it’s large head at Karl. The man had laughed, 

“Not liking it? I guess you don’t need one if you are going to be around me all the time huh?” The wolf just huffed and laid its head back on his lap causing the man to chuckle again.. “All right, no collar it is then.” 

Eventually the bandages were removed and the wolf was healed yet the creature didn’t seem all too restless or eager to return to the outside world quite yet. Now the thing seemed curious; it would follow Heseinberg around but never get in the way just watching. Karl eventually had to scold the wolf for following him to the dangerous part of the factory when that came the wolf would wait for him back in his room. At night, the wolf slept alongside the large mechanic which genuinely surprised the Lord. Curious but not unwelcome. The man would pet its fur, till he too fell asleep beside it.  He didn’t want to admit it, but he was growing rapidly attached to this animal. Karl hadn’t handed another living thing in his factory aside from the mutants he had created, but they showed no emotion, he had made it so only the emotion to kill and destroy, to obey him. He never had an animal friend, not since he was a little boy and again he didn’t want to admit it, but he had missed it.

There were nights when he would grow frustrated over being a child of Mother Miranda, of dealing with  Lady D, of his work, of being alive sometimes and he would just rage. He would throw things and scream, shouting to the world yet the wolf didn’t run at that. She would wait till he was done raging and then approach him, when he had finally had raged till he couldn’t anymore,it would  lay its head on thigh. She wasn’t afraid of him and she showed it by the affection she gave him after his outbursts. Karl wouldn’t say a word and just pet her, sometimes even hug her,  burying his face in her soft dark fur. 

He never told the others about his strange pet, the only one he ever considered telling was Donna, he felt she would love the large fluffy creature though he was worried what Angie would do. Best not tell anyone about it for now they would only make fun of him or even worse hurt the wolf, something he refused to let happen. So the wolf would be his secret. No one ever came to his factory so, he had little to worry of anyone ever finding out about her. 

Though something strange would happen after a few weeks of having the wolf around. It was on an extremely bad day in fact. Heisenberg had just got back from a horrible meeting with Mother Miranda and his so-called siblings. Alicia had been more annoying which caused Karl to get more angry, ending the meeting with a horrible fight. Karl had stomped home pissed and threw himself into his work. He looked forward to having the wolf be there to greet and ease his stress but the creature seemed to be restless. The dark wolf  had been pacing around his room right around sunset and scratching the door. “All right, I'm coming , give me a minute, just need to finish something up.” Karl grumbled to the wolf as he was tinkering withs something the man not looking up at all,  but the wolf wouldn’t have it, she barked and growled at him.  The man immediately put his tools down and looked at the wolf, his eyebrows furrowed and his blue eyes peeking over the rims of his dark glasses. That wasn’t like her, something must be wrong. “All right, all right, let’s go out. What’s eating at you baby girl?” The wolf just barked again and stomped the floor. Frowning, Heisenberg stood up and walked to his bedroom door, opening it and was just about to step out when the wolf beat him to it. She ran on a head causing the mechanic to gasp and follow. He cursed and threw up his hand, his hammer flying to him as he chased after the wolf.

“Where the hell are you in a hurry for, what’s going on?” Karl called after it but it kept running for the door. Something akin to panic raced in the man’s veins. Was it trying to leave him now? But why? I guess he knew this day would come but why now? The wolf kept running ahead but would look back at Karl to see if he was still following after it, which the man was. When they got to the entrance it ran way ahead which caused Karl to even panic more. He felt his hand twitch, all he had to do was summon metal and the creature would be put down or caged at his whim. Though that didn’t seem right to him, not after all this time no he wasn’t going to cage an animal that wanted to be free...he would be no better than mother Miranda if he did that. However, panic still drove Karl forward following the wolf. The wind was cold and wild that night biting at the mechanic’s chest and face. The wolf was now just a large shadow moving among the dying light only pausing every once in a while if the mechanic was following it which he was. Granted if he had a piece of metal to alleviate on he would be at its side in an instant but no he hadn’t thought of that and was just running now. 

His eyes never left the wolf as he weaved its way in the brush, nor when the wolf went up the mountain, not again when they started into the woods. Where the hell was the thing taking him? How long had he been running with this wolf? The full moon was getting higher in the sky  now peaking through the tall evergreens, providing a soft white light. The wolf gave a little howl to Karl, keep up!, as if to say and so he did. “Where the hell are we going!? My factory needs me. I don't have time for a run around!” he calls but the wolf howls again, motioning with its head to keep on following. She easily jumped from boulder to boulder before stopping at a large gaping mouth in the mountain. She stopped and Karl stopped with her, just yards away. The wolf made a little huff and went into the cave and he followed suit slowly but surely,  now running out of breath. “Son of a bitch.” he sighed. “This better be fucking good.” 

Karl Heisenberg stumbled up the boulders and into the cave, which was strangely warm. He could hear the sound of flowing water nearby. He blinked, adjusting his eyes to the darkness and now seeing golden eyes look back at him. The mechanic’s glasses fell down his nose a bit and huffed,stealing eyes getting aggravated. This fucking venture better be worth it, damn mutt.  That once somewhat sweet disposition started to already deteriorate. He was tired, he needed to work not chase after this wolf. Why was he doing this in the first place? It didn’t make any sense to him yet here was fitting his large frame in a small little cave following a wolf. His boots echoed off the walls of the stone cavern, the air was moist, moss covering the walls around him. He sniffed, musty, natural...gross. The wolf stopped ahead of him and motioned with its head and suddenly jumped down. Karl gasped and picked up his pace again which in turn made him slip on the moist floor sending him plummeting down the cavern.

“Fuck me!” he cursed loudly, getting more and more angry by the second. He pulled himself off the floor till he suddenly looked up and blinked. There was an opening, the sound of water was louder and he could make out moonlight from behind a wall of vines. He saw the dark silhouette of the wolf, its golden eyes glinting in the pale light before it disappeared beyond the walls. Heisenberg let out a growl of aggravation but followed after the wolf stomping like a spoiled child.  He was cursing under his breath as he pushed the thick foliage, muttering how stupid this all way and he just have just let the damn thing run away until his eyes looked up. 

“What the hell…?” he breathed. Heisenberg stepped out into a moonlit garden, sanctuary? He wasn’t quite sure. He walked more carefully out onto the stones and looked up around him, momentarily losing sight of the wolf. He was surrounded by boulders of various shapes and sizes but plants seemed to be peaking out everywhere: from various types of flowers to strange ivy that seemed to snake around everything. A small stream broke from the earth and slithered along the ground: it glowed with an unearthly light-from the light of the moon. It was then his eyes caught the wolf again. It stood with elegance upon a boulder and another opening behind that one. 

“Why did you bring me here? What the hell was all of this for?” Heisenberg straightened himself up to his full height, and hammer at his side. He felt consciously more dirty than usual in such a clean place, something that never bothered him till now. He felt exposed and cornered, a feeling he felt whenever he was in the presence of Mother Miranda. He shivered yet this place seemed to be untouched by snow and the wind didn’t roam down here despite still being exposed to the elements. 

The wolf looked over at him; it’s golden eyes practically glowing, unnatural. It merely blinked at him before  throwing its head up releasing a chilling howl: crystalline, piercing. The man’s eyebrows furrowed again, he took a step back to the shadows of the entrance.  The wolf’s song finished yet it was met with no response. It then let its large black head drop and seemed to bow towards the moon itself. It sat frozen for a little longer than Karl liked so he took another step forward but once again stopped himself. The body started to rise. 

The body of the wolf rose from its bow  just as the full moon warmed the creature, making its black fur sparkle but its movements started to look strange. He saw the fur of the wolf yet it kept rising until suddenly he wasn’t looking at a wolf anymore. His mouth fell open and his glasses fell from his face. There in the bright moonlight was a woman, thin and wane like a crescent moon and skin just as white as one. Skin...lots of skin...she was naked minus for something that hung from her shoulders, a large fur appeared….a wolf skin? Her wolf skin? Pitch black hair cascaded around her in waves, dancing along the ground but moving around her pale form in strange whisps but doing nothing to make her modest. 

Golden eyes looked down at him with such focus it made him shiver. “Fuck me…” he breathed and stumbled forward landing on his knees looking up at the she-wolf before him. She might have laughed; she might not have; he didn't hear her; he was just spellbound by her glowing eyes. The woman looked down at him as if he was her prey, eyes looking for every moment. She then moved silently, gracefully to him and kneeled down to his level, just as he had down to her. The strange woman put out her hand and cupped his face, while the other kept the black wolf skin over her shoulders. The hand on his face started to scratch his chin, then combing her fingers through his beard. Something moved him to relax into her fingers.  He gulped something and his eyes closed, letting out a low pleased rumble in his chest. Now who was the dog? Fuck. 

Karl eventually opened his eyes to look at her, again being stolen up into those harvest moon eyes. “Who the hell are you? What the hell are you?” he breathed.  She merely smiled softly and pressed a finger to her lips. She released his chin and caught himself before he let himself whine, already missing her touch. The mysterious she-wolf moved quickly away and bounded up the boulders with ease. She looked back at him with a smile before dipping into the small cave. She moved like mercury, it was a bit mesmerizing. Nope best not to think that right now. Heisenberg shook his head and when he stopped, there she was again, smiling in front of him.

“How did you-” he shook his head again and she cocked her own. “Are you something Mother Miranda made? One of her forgotten projects?”  His tone grew aggregated and snapping.  The woman made a face of disgust and shook her head before disappearing again, off to get something else. 

“Then what the hell are you!?” Karl was screaming at the empty clearing. He saw her poke her head out from behind a boulder and just smiled and put her finger to her lips, tapping it before disappearing again. Oh great what the hell did that mean? He tried to catch where she went but she was so quick, yet moved with grace. The Lycan swallowed something and shook his head, “Well, if you aren’t going to tell me what you are then I'm heading back to my factory.” He just turned around but bumped right into the mysterious woman who was now holding a bowl of some strange liquid in her hands, she pushed it towards him. Whatever it was, it smelled very earthy and flowery much to the mechanic’s dismay. He growled and took a step back but she matched it with a step forward.

“What? What is this?” he barked while she just pouted, pushing it towards him again,  he tried not to focus on how cute it looked, nope don't think that now. “I'm not gonna drink it, I hate flowery shit, what are you trying to say?”  The wolfy woman was looking annoyed now and sighed, which strangely sounded like her wolfy huff that she did when she was in her wolf form.  Karl looked down at her and she looked up at him, both of them holding an annoyed expression. Again the woman sighed and pressed hand on his chest which caused a shiver to run through him like electricity then with the other she took a sip of the drink. His brows furrowed but all thoughts of logic and words were lost when the hand that had his shirt tightened. She jerked him down suddenly to her level, stepping on tip-toes she pressed her mouth to his own. 

The moment that happened Karl lost all of his senses completely, his hands had a mind of their own and grabbed the woman in front of him suddenly, pressing her to his body. He might have heard the bowl clutter to the ground but suddenly things seemed foggy.  He let her take his lips and whatever liquid she held there passed through him for a brief moment he heard a whisper,

“Drink.”  It beckoned  and so he did. He let the woman’s tongue slide in and dropped the liquid on his tongue, his body already buzzing. The fragrant liquid danced in his mouth then raced down his throat. He had broken the stranger’s kiss just to swallow it down hungrily. It tasted sweet but it made his body tingle all over, or maybe that was just her kiss-regardless  he wanted more of it. As soon as that thought came it went because the next thing he knew, his body had become light and strange.  What the fuck!? His vision blurred and everything seemed to turn to mist around him. He didn’t remember letting go of the woman but he must have because she wasn’t there anymore and all at once he felt like he was falling-falling through clouds. He opened his mouth gasping for air, to yell and curse  but all he tasted were flowers until suddenly everything went dark. 

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Karl bolted up immediately gasping for air, his fingers digging into the grass beneath him before he snapped his head around, shaking. His breathing was shallow and his eyes wild, until they rested on the little woman sitting cross legged beside him: again completely naked except for her wolf skin draped over her shoulders. Her soft expression showed worry, strangely enough. It might have been a bit sweet if Karl wasn’t so pissed.

“What the hell did you give me, woman? How long have I been out what- ah fuck..” He brought his hands to his head, the taste of  flowers still on his tongue. 

“I’m sorry, but you wouldn’t have understood me otherwise...how are you feeling?”

“I feel like utter shit, that’s what I feel like I-...wait.” Heisenberg snapped his head up and looked at the woman with wide eyes. “Did you just talk?” 

“Yes.” But her lips didn’t move more like he heard it in his head. “That drink allowed you to hear me. It doesn’t usually affect people like that, you scared me when you passed out.”

“No shit!” he growled and rubbed his temples, his head still felt foggy. Nothing made since, this was all out of his comfort zone. “You know I’m not a damn human so how did you think it would play out?” Karl looked at her now moving to put on his discarded glasses, still frowning.

He noticed her eyebrows were furrowed and the look of sorrow , hurt and frustration was in those glowing golden eyes. She didn’t say anything, maybe she didn't know what to say, much like when she was in her wolf form, she let Heisenberg get all his anger out, there was no helping trying to reason talk to him when he was upset. (Despite he had every right to be) “Are...can you hear my thoughts? I hear your voice in my head.” His eyes widened then narrowed but a bit of relief passed through him when she shook her head.

“ I only hear when you speak with your mouth, nothing more. Give it a try, so I can put your worries at ease.” Her voice was soothing, something he tried to shake off. 

“Fuck it, I wouldn’t know what to think of anyway to much shit going on…” She simply nodded to his answer. Heisenberg took in some air and then let it out slowly before turning to her once more with a heated gaze. “So do mind telling me what the hell all of this is? Who you are, what you are? You said you aren’t one of Miranda’s experiments so how the hell do you do what you do?”

The woman nodded, he had good questions and easy enough to answer whether he believed her would be another story. She brought her black fur about as if she was a bit cold. “My name is Irena. I have lived in the woods here for most of my life, I was once human many many moons ago but I don;t remember much of that life anymore. You see I was bitten by a wolf,” She now withdrew her hand from the dark fur and showed him her palm, a pentacle was there looking as if it was burned harshly into her flesh. Heisenberg’s eyebrows furrowed again this was all sounding bull shitting but he let her continue. “Specifically a cursed wolf.”

“That seems like an old child’s tale. There ain’t even such a thing, only the things that Miranderr has made.” he snarled, crossing his arms over his chest. The woman shrugged, 

“Believe what you wish, I think it’s silly that you accept the strange things the woman does and find that more believable than a story that has been on this planet for hundreds if not thousands of years.  Stories have to come from some sort of truth.”

“Well of course but lycanthropy has been an actual physical ailment that can happen, that's where the stories come from. Some over hairy dude with a weird obsession with meat gets mistaken for a wolf man, and bam! That’s how a story is born. None of this magic bull shit of a wolf turning into ...a woman and what not, running around naked with wolf fur over her head.” He motioned to her body and then looked away huffing, she cocked her eyebrow but again just  shrugged again, he was more knowledgeable in that way of knowledge than she expected,

“Well yes but I can assure you that is not in my case. I would think magic had some part to play. Not everything on this earth can be explained with science, Healer..” He blinked at her nickname for him, did she even know his name? Yet all t hose thoughts were pushed aside and again made angry by her next moves.  She stood up from her spot now and with that strange grace picked up a bowl beside her and passed it over to him. “Here, drink some water, it might help with the fogginess. If I remember correctly you haven’t been very hydrated today anyway.”  

Karl snarled and knocked it out of her hand like a rotten child, “I wouldn’t be feeling like shit if it hadn’t been for you and don’t get onto me like a mother!”

“I'm most certainly not your mother.” Karl shivered, there was a deep growl with those words, almost as if suddenly mutated something else entirely. Her eyebrows now furrowed and it looked as if she would snarl, her lips twitching, “I wanted to tell you the truth about me and to thank you personally for what you did. You saved my life and let me into your home, so I wanted to show you mine.”  Irena  stepped towards him, puffing out her chest and giving him a death glare  into his eyes. It made him nervous for some reason and he didn’t like having that emotion. She was standing toe to toe with him now.  “I’m sorry the drink gave you side effects, I should have taken into account your mutation,  though I never think of you as that. So I apologized that it didn't cross  my mind.”  She huffed and growled, now knowing that came from her lips. It was not a wolf’s growl nor a womans but a deeper beast altogether. 

“I liked you better as a damn wolf, why couldn't you stay that way!” He snapped. 

“So you liked me better as your bitch is that it?” Karl sucked in his breath. Fuck, he wasn’t expecting that. He didn’t like that, he didn’t seem right coming out of her mouth.  That’s no-that’s not what he meant at all. Fuck all of this was to much, he needed to get back to the factory. What hell was even happening more? 

“Fuck this! I’m going back to my factory! You can stay back at your home, hope you're happy and wish you luck not running into lycans. Next time I won’t be there to help you.” He shouted over his shoulder as he stomped back the way he came, dragging his hammer out behind him.  Karl didn’t hear Irena  respond except for what he thought was sniffling. Sudden pain and hurt stung him in the chest but he pushed it aside. Fuck this, fuck all of this! He didn’t have time for this; he had an army to build and a bitch to overthrow no time for wolves or women or whatever she was. No time for senseless emotions.

He told himself that all the way back to the factory not even looking around him. He hadn’t looked back at Irena even though something pulled him to do so, he denied it. Heisenberg just kept facing forward, out of hidden paradise, out of the cave, trekked through the forest  down the mountain and across the field till he was in the loud confines of his factory. Finally, the sounds can drown out the stupid voices and feelings. Karl needed to go back to work, none of this frolicking in the moonlight with naked ladies. He made a face at that thought and shook his head, throwing himself back into work.

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Karl didn’t sleep the rest of that night, nor the next one he just kept working through. He never wanted to stop or think about what happened with the she-wolf . Nor did he want to think about how much he missed her being by his side in the night or when he was getting upset not having someone to come back from working to hold, even if she was just a wolf at the time: company was still company. There was some point during the second evening he wondered what it would have been like to have a talking companion, especially as interesting as Irena. What was it like to have someone waiting for you at the end of the day, with that innocent smile and those captivating eyes. To touch his face as she had done briefly and have those long nails comb back his hair. Heisenberg squashed those thoughts though and continued to work, no need to be getting like that now. It was all stupid.

The third night is when it really sets in. He had finally exhausted himself to where he couldn’t even sit up at his desk so he decided to throw himself into bed. Karl discarded his glasses and hat but fore passed out as soon as his head hit the pillow. The man was soon dreaming-dreaming like he always did. His mind couldn’t even get a break when he tried to sleep most of the time it was nightmares but this night was different. 

That night he dreamt he was outside of his factory, it was cold and the wind was howling. He was running, his heart was beating painfully in his chest, strange smells came to his nose and he could hear-something was chasing him. Yet hsi feet made no sound in the snow, he was silent even in his movement. He broke into the woods glancing this way and that before running again he was headed further up the mountain. With ease he jumped from boulder to boulder before glancing down to now see what had been chasing him. A lycan. What? Why was he the one becing chased, the lycans no not to fuck with the Four Lords. 

“Get away you dumb shit!”

But those words didn’t leave his mouth just an inhuman growl. What the hell? In a split second he was howling, a familiar crystalline howl that suddenly turned into something deep and demonic. The lycan below suddenly backed away but snarled back up at him before he felt him move at lightning speed. He reached out with a large paw and talons bringing  it down swiftly on the mutated man. The lycan howled in pain but snapped with its strange teeth before slashing Karl with its claws. He felt a stinging pain but he paid no mind. Instead he opened his mouth and snapped down on the space between the creature's neck and shoulder. He tasted blood in his jaws and mutated flesh, he ripped away at it, sickening ripping and slapping sound echoed in the air.  The lycan let out another airy sound before dropping down at his feet in a pool of blood. He spat out the meat and howled again before licking his lips, feeling all his teeth to be sharpened. The blood fueled him in a strange way.

He shook his head and ran again leaving the corpse for the birds. Now where was he going? Heisenberg was moving quickly more so than a normal man should (Despite that he wasn’t normal but even as a Lord he wasn’t that fast) He started to hear the sound of water, then he smelled it, there was a sense of urgency: he needed to get to it fast.  Again, he moved so effortless through the snow until he started to see the river come into view. He dove his face into the water and slurped up the ice cold water like a wild beast. He saw the blood drip off of him from the other creature making the snow a light pink color. He shook his head like a beast before  peering into the water. What looked back wasn’t him but a large black humanoid wolf, with familiar harvest moon eyes.

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Heisenberg woke up in a cold sweat, “The fuck was that?” He licked his lips again, he twitched, the taste of blood and flowers were on his lips. The Iron Horse got up and shakily made a glass of whiskey. He downed it quickly and poured himself another one.. What the hell? That dream felt so real, all the way to the cold of the snow , the sounds of howling,  the taste of blood on his lips...even that damn floral taste was still there. Why hadn’t that shit gone away yet. The mechanic downed the 2nd one and released a shaking breath. He has had vivid dreams like that but this one was different, it was as if he was someone else in the dream. No, he knew who that was, it was Irena, it had to be. He had been experiencing all her senses and feeling all the things she felt. 

Why though, had it something to do with the liquid she gave him? The kiss they exchanged? His  mind filtered back to those glowing eyes, that smile and that sweetness of the kiss, her gentle touch that made him craving more. 

Heisenberg growled and put his head in his hands. He didn’t want to think about that, he didn’t want to think about any of this. He needed to focus, fuck, he had a factory to run and an army to build. Now wasn’t the time to be getting sentimental, to be getting distracted, he needed to work. Getting lost in his work always got him distracted, the hatred for Mother Miranda fueled him and he needed to get back to that mindset. He growled again, taking down another glass of whiskey before throwing on his clothes, signature hat and glasses. “Fuck Mother Miranda , fuck this family and fuck this village! I can’t wait to burn this whole palace to the ground!”  He swung open the door with the flick of his wrist, nearly tearing it off the hinges and headed into the darkness of his factory, washing away any other thoughts of the wolf woman and only on his goals for now.

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Prince of Wishful Thinking (Tom Retrospective): Tough Love or The True Monster

Hello all you happy people and welcome back to Prince of Wishful Thinking, what is usually my look at the life and times of Tom Lucitor but since I NEED to cover the season 3 finale as vital part of Tom’s story, we’re taking one last look at the tragic tale of Meteora Butterfly before the finale sends these two stories hurtling together. You’d THINK this would be the last detour of this already sizeable arc.. and you’d be wrong as i’ll also be covering Kelly’s World, as I feel it’s vital for both “Curse of the Blood Moon” and “A Boy and his hard to remember title”, as it provides extra context for Marco’s anguish in the former.. and provides extra evidence for why a CERTAIN MOMENT in the latter pisses me off to no end.. seriously even when as universe dies and the only people left are Frankllin Richards and Galactus, there will still be a little note reading “Fuck how they treated Kelly” written in all caps so Galactus remembers to yell it. 

So sadly that DOES mean it’s been three entries in this retrospective in a row that either haven’t feature Tom at all or in the case of the last episode only had him in short cameos. I mean we did get his love affair for pie but we also got a creepy goblin man forcing his girlfriend and best friend to kiss each other, his best friend being WAY to eager to jump to that conclusion, and neither considering using Marco’s Scissors because the writers only remember he has those half the time in Season 3... and clearly I ddn’t either as I forgot to mention that plot hole, something @jess-the-vampire​ brought up to me. Sadly I DID forget to consult on this when we talked earlier this week , and she’s not online as I write this so I won’t have her insight for this one. 

But if you want some Tom content, i’m happy to share my crossover ship for the boy with you. I’ve been shipping him with Octavia from Helluva Boss lately.  Because of course it’s Helluva Boss, i’ve not been at all subtle with my obession with it and much like Letterkenny, X-Men and Dragon Ball Z Abriged it is a love I never plan to be subtle about. 

But I just think they compliment each other well: They have contrasting atittudes, and tastes in music, but seem like they’d share hobbies. Like taxidermy.. I could see Tom buying this... demonic combination of a badger, a skunk, a deer and my nightmares Octavia is preciously holding up.

Granted I also feel tom would both animate them with their dead souls.. and then use his new woodland friends of the dammned as a chorus to sing “Can You Picture That” from the Muppet Movie, because that’s what my mind does on a regular day. I think the contrasting attitude creates great chemstiry and it made me also realize I have a thing for ships with directly contrasting home lives.  Tom has two loving decent parents who deeply love one another and at worst simply didn’t reign in his worse behavior because it was standard for demon stuff. Octavia in contrast simply has two parents, one who DOES love her and tries his best, but his best includes calling his side piece “My big dicked blitzy” right in front of her and hiring said side piece to guard them, and her mother who clearly thinks so little of her daughter’s emotional well being she hired a cowboy to shoot her daddy dead in the middle of a large crowd. The point is I think they’d be adorable and they both badly need to be happy after being emotionally fucked over by people they care about. 

But  alas my new ship will have to wait as we marginally important things to get down too.. things that will impact both this season and the next’s endgame and utterly destroy Eclipsa and Moon’s relationship for good. Sound fun? Well if so join me under the cut won’t you?

We open in the Pidgeon Kingdom.. and things aren’t exactly great.. and by that I mean Meteora stomped a hole through it and ravaged the place and Rich demands blood.. and vengance.. and possibly blood vengance. But not Tekken Blood Vengance.. he already has like 5 copies of that on dvd. Still needs it on Blu Ray though, hook him up if you got it. 

So Moon and Eclipsa are trying to smooth this over/find out which way did she go George which way did she go, and are angrily dismissed after they try Rich’s patience, not helped by Eclipsa not being familiar with the Pidgeon Kingdom because they hadn’t slaughtered everyone who used to live there yet. Look that’s what happened, Star outright mentions in the Big Book of Spells that htey suddenly sprung up where another kingdom was and no one knows what happens. There was some bird murders up in that place.. or birdur if you will. Some birds drank some human blood. This is what Alfred Hitchock tried to warn us about with his film built on horrifying actress abuse. 

The point is with some more pidgeon-led murder stabbings on the cards our heroines are trying to find her since their attempts to convince Rich not to go on an Archer Style Rampage fell on deaf ears. 

But it’s clear from the second the two are alone both have diffrent priorties: Eclipsa desperatley wants to find the daughter she lost and talk her down from what sh’es become, help her become better and hopefuly heal from the pain she’s been in. She’s lost her husband, her kingdom and centuries. She can’t loose her baby girl too.

Moon on the other hand... clearly has no intrest in helping Meteora or stopping this peacefully. Her first thought is stopping Meteora. Her living through it is not necessary. It’s also clear her racisim isn’t REMOTELY gone depsite Buff Frog and Star’s best attempts and despite learning just how deeply and horribly Mewni’s engrained racism has hurt eclipsa and destoryed Moon’s own family history. To Moon this is just a big monster to fight.. i’ll dive into this more in a bit.

For now our heroines encounter an angry mob. This time their not here for Homer Simpson, but for Meteora as her rampages have destroyd their towns, livelehoods and given some weird guy a hat. It’s the best bit of the episode and i’m embarassed I forgot it happened. 

So with them being no help our queens back out but end up finding some actual help: Eddie! You know the guy from the episode I skipped over... River’s cousin or something like that. He dosen’t have a wiki entry, I do not know why. He’s voiced by Rhys Dharby of Flight of the Conchords Fame whose since made quite the career as a voice actor. No major roles yet that i’m aware of, but a lot of delightful minor ones like this. It’s good to see him he was one of the highlights of that show and not just because he sang this..

Eddie showed up in the Bog Beast of Boggabah and I honestly forgot he was in this episode.. but again, it’s Rhys Dharby. It’s not like suddenly finding out “Aw god dammit Pauly Shore is in this”. So Eddie agrees to help as he’s been tracknig Meteora.. and we find out something troubling: Meteora is getting BIGGER. Gradually, to the point the bog from said episode Is skipped over is drained because she DRANK IT. We also get a great exchange “I’d hate to see the size of her mother” “Actually her father more than helped with that”

Awwwww.... seriously Esme Blanco is a national treasure and has some great deliveries in this one.. and some heartbreaking ones. But before we can get to that it turns out Meteora sucked the powers out of Eddies family.. who he misses..e xcept one guy> That guy can fuck right off. Seriously Eddie is also a national treasure and I wish he’d shown up in season 4. I mean he couldn’t of HURT it. For one it’s Rhys Dharby and for another that season shot itself in the face, both feet, the groin and then the face again enough that I don’t think anything could hurt it as bad as the writers already did. 

But sadly we say farwell to Eddie as he goes out how men have since the begining of time.. deciding to poke a strange creature till it murdered him. Or took his soul out in this case, speaking of which...

Yeah while I couldn’t get Jess in time for this review, she did bring this up in the past: Meteora’s ablility to pull a 

Comes right the fuck out of nowhere with no build up and no explination for it. She DID drain personalites and according to this episode youth.. but that was with a big ole machine. It MIGHT have been intended to be one of Globgor’s powers.. but that makes zero sense, as if he COULD do that, as we saw with Toffee last season when he had that power, also out of nowhere but at least it made a touch more sense given his power was draining magical energy anyway at the time, so adding souls to that isn’t a huge stretch, but as we saw that would’ve been game over for the comission, especially since we DO see him fighting them one on three next season. If he had this power, he wouldn’t be in crystal and I think they realized that, but just tried to act as if his daugther COULDN’T do that and assumed everyone would casually forget. And I get not accounting for me writing about this years later, even I wouldn’t of thought that, but not counting on fans both young and old to latch onto a continuity error? Have you met fandoms Disney, have you? It dosen’t bring the story down entirely and I get WHY ti’s there, so she can nonlethally kill people so we’re not down most of the cast for Season 4, but it feels like an easy win button and one she barely uses despite it being eye beam activated. It should be easy enough to pull, boom, soul suck, win, rinse and repeat. It’s okay to have uber powerful tequniques but they have to have a drawback. For instance the Kaioken from DBZ. It’s a really damn cool technique that gives the user a neat red aura and amplifies poewr.. but the more you amplify the more strain it puts on your body and the more likely you’ll die, and Super later creatively explained why it hadn’t been used since Super Sayian was introduced because said form would’ve sped it up so much it’d be too much for a body to take. Here whie Meteora dosen’t use it in EVERY fight, she uses it enough that it makes no sense this isn’t just her first move for every fight she gets into, mental breakdown or not. 

That being said Meteora’s current mental state as she talks to her mother, having regressed to talking in only a few words and acting like a child, makes perfect sense. Henious already wasn’t in great mental shape to begin with, having a slow sustained breakdown since Marco overthrew her. and now on top of this she remembers her whole life has been a lie, starts to mutate into her natural state at a rapid and likely unehalthy pace, and then finds out on top of all of this Mewni is rightfully owed to her. Given she ended last episode blowing a guy up for rejecting her, it’s not a stretch that given even more power and no time to process anything, Metora would deteroate further. 

Esme and Jessica really knock this scene out of the park as Eclipsa presents Metora with her old doll Bobo and gently trying ot talk to her.. but you also get the fear Eclipsa feels as she tries to awkardly manuver around the fact her daughter is far more unhinged than she was prepared for, even threanting Eclipsa simply because Eclipsa wanted to be called mother instead of mommy. But despite this fear.. Eclipsa wants to help and Walter beautifuly captured metoera as a hulk like tragic figure:a being with low sanity and too much power desperate to be loved by the one person it cares about. And it makes it even more heartbreaking as Eclipsa explains what happened: bad people trapped her , a disfunctoinal society with a racist queen and even more racist subjects has taken hold in her absence... and it’s clear both want opposite things: Meteora wants what sh’es owed, her family back on the throne and Mewni back in her graps, but has lost herself so much to rage, anger and insanity she can’t see it’s not hers to take, while Eclipsa.. just wants her daughter back. She’d be happy just settling down with her and having a LIFE after hers was taken away. Eclipsa just wants a chance to be with what family she has left. It just HURTS to know that despite RIGHTFULLY hating the comission, despite having eveyr reason to take the crown from Moon by force and make the world better by force.. she dosen’t want that. She just wants some peace. It’s selfish... but it’s hard not to be when you havealmost nothing to hold onto. Eclipsa has lost her legacy, her husband and her crown... Meteora is all she has and all she wants and sh’ed of been happy if she just accepted that. If that was enough. 

But the real telling part, and the thing that ultimately makes this go as bad as it does.. is Moon’s reactions to all of this. Sh’es CONFUSED by Meteora having a toy as if that’s foreign to her a monster would, and she’s cleaerly livid , if restrianing it, at both Meteora’s deire for the crown and Eclipsa RIGHTFULLY calling out the state of how things are, and mildly at that. Despite seeing how much damage Mewni’s inherent racisim has done, how it lead to her living a lie, ruined Eclipss, Globgore and Metora’s lives, despite how DESPERTLY her daughter struggles to fight against it, despite seeing firsthand that Monsters can have famiies and lives... she can’t let it go. She can’t see monsters as people. SHe dosen’t see a flawed person who was turned into a metpohrical monster by years of brainwashing and abuse and is slowly unravling under the weight of her true self.. she just sees a threat to her kingdom. She dosen’t see her kingdom as racist, just as it should be. And she dosen’t see herself as stepping down like hse damn well should’ve the MOMENT she found out everything. Because at her heart Moon can’t accept the truth and clings to her racisim. 

And that my friends.. is what ultimately leads to Tragedy. Not Meteora’s unraveling mental state, not Eclipsa’s naitvite. What happens next is ENITRELY Moon’s fault. Whle Eclipsa was failing to get through to Metora, she was trying her best and might of gotten somewhere.. but Moon was already settling to attack.. and does so, making it look like Eclipsa set her own child up. 

A fight ensues, a suprisingly even one... but Eclipsa breaks it up and PROVES her way could’ve worked. In one of Esme’s best performances sshe tearfully tells her daughter she loves her.. that ALL she wants is time with her to make up for what she’s lost.. she dosen’t need a kingdom or her crown or her wand, all things she DESERVES... she just wants her daughter. She just wants to help her baby girl before she goes so far down this path of hatred and vengance she’s alreayd well trod upon there is no point to return to. 

It gets through to Meteora, makes her stop... and Moon TAKES ADANTAGE OF THAT. She then restrains metoera with a magical rock barrier and starts palpatineing her to death. It’s a horrifying moment that ultimately shows who Moon really is.. that when given the chance to let Meteora go, let her CHANGE and grow as a person and help the kingdom.. she instead tries to kill her. When she’s no longer a threat,  hasn’t seriously hurt her in their fight, and could use her power to RESTORE the damage she’s done, fix what she’s broken and help the kingdom grow and mend the bridges racisim has torn down. But all she can see is a monster, and something to destroy.. not someONE to save. 

So Eclipsa does what Moon would do if it were star about to die and saves her daughter, desperatly trying to stop mooon.. and allowing Meteora to get a clear shot and take half of moon’s soul. While Eclipsa is able to stop her from taking the full thing, Moon is left disoreinted and half alive and leaves on insticnt to parts unknown while Meteora escapes. Eclipsa is left alone, devistated and with her daughter truly lost. And the worst is truly yet to come. 

Before we get into final thoughts i’d like to talk about how this scene impacts Moon’s betryal later. To me having rewatched this scene.. it only makes it work MORE making it clear Moon simply can’t fahtom racial equality and that she can’t fahtom that eclipsa had very good reason for doing what she did ... to me it comes off as her using Eclipsa betryaing her as a very flimsy justifcation to not validate her rule and to first retire and then try a coup. That “Well she “BETRAYED” me so i’m fine. “ But in truth... she betrayed Eclipsa first. She attacked her daughter TWICE when Eclipsa was close to getting through to her Her reasons are flimsy.. because i’ts not ABOUT eclipsa, but what eclipsa represents: equality with a race Moon dosen’t see as people. It’s about Moon’s racisim coloring everything tills h’es truly blinded and should have lost everything She didn’t because the ending is a fucking disgrace, but we might get to that at some point, the point here is for all that disgrace’s faults... it did get it right here, and Moon was always portrayed as being unable to let go of her racisim no matter what it cost her or how much her daughter despteratly tried to change her. Trust me as someone whose Dad used to argue that gay marriage meant he should be able to marry his cat, and who still argues against trans people using the bathroom of their choice, I get trying desperatley to change someone who don’t wanna. “Sigh”. 

Final Thoughts: This episode is truly excellent. The writing is top notch as is the voice acting for all involved and the climax isa true, well led up to tragedy. The animation is also on point, with the characters emotions on perfect display. This is an episode I now realize is one of the series best and worth ar ewatch if you haven’ts een it. Truly amazing stuff that gets me pumped for the finale.. and disapoints me in how the series could reach these highs for one finale.. but would sink to it’s lowest point for next seasons.  Next Time on Prince of Wishful Thinking: Star tries depseratly to find her mom, while Marco, Tom and a motely crew of misfits try to take down Meteora and Tom learns the awful truth from the photo booth and wears a zuko ponytail which weirdly looks good on him. That boy can rock anything let me tell you. 

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Taste

Summary: The blue bard is sickeningly sweet for Astarion's preferences, but he'll never forget her taste.

Author’s Notes: Taste is a collection of retellings of Astarion's scenes with the player character from the Baldur's Gate 3 early access, but with a little more embellishments. Plus, it has glimpses of my tiefling's backstory.

I had horrible, horrible artist's and writer's block and I needed to get this out of my system to get the creative juices flowing again. Please excuse any typos or lack of quality.

Larian give us the bard class pls I am begging of you

I - Blueberry Wine

The time for rest has come.

Bedrolls are strewn on the campgrounds, and most of its inhabitants are already asleep. Nothing can be heard save for the crackle of fire, the chirp of birds in the woods, and soft snoring.

If it wasn’t for their common goal of removing those damned illithid tadpoles from their heads before they undergo ceremorphosis, the members of this party wouldn’t even spend five minutes within each others’ presence. Now, they’re sleeping in one place. It takes some measure of trust for that.

The dreams of the tiefling in their ragtag group aren’t sweet tonight, to say the least.

Brows furrowed as another nightmare wormed into her psyche, the tiefling tosses and turns in her bedroll, a thin film of sweat giving her forehead a slight sheen in the firelight. Eyes shooting open, she choked back a gasp, lest she wake up her companions in the camp. The crackle of the campfire and the smell of burning wood gave her some semblance of comfort, at least, reminding her of distant memories.

A warm hearth, a kind face, the smell of freshly baked blueberry pie; simple comforts from her youth that she missed terribly.

The comfort that accompanied the nostalgia was enough to make her drift back to sleep. Woefully, it didn’t stop the nightmares from coming back, now centered around the tiefling’s early years.

Small, bare feet pitter-pattered on the wet pavement, frantic gasps escaped her dry mouth. Choking back a sob, more people went after her, shouting, hurling words that scraped her heart.

“Stop! Thief!”

“Devil!”

“Slay the demon!”

Lungs burning from exertion, the little tiefling whelp coughs, rasps for air, and slides under a cart. In the dark, she can see a narrow alleyway, which she scurries into. The men run past her hiding spot, cursing and muttering amongst themselves. Relief floods through her as their torchlights grew dim.

Safe, at last.

Her trembling arms had been holding on to precious cargo; a stale loaf of bread, wrapped in linen. It’s not a delectable morsel of steak, or rich bone marrow, but it’s better than the rocks she grinded with her sharp teeth for breakfast.

As she takes it out of the cloth, a stone drops in her stomach and horror twists on her young face. The tiefling isn’t holding a loaf of bread, but a severed head of a drow. A scream threatened to escape her throat and pierce the night air, but the tiefling maiden could only gasp as she felt a presence behind her.

Wine red eyes still heavy with sleep met with alert, ruby ones. She isn’t dreaming any longer.

In the dim firelight, she sees him. Astarion.

Truth be told, she doesn’t quite know what to feel about the posh elf. Astarion’s handsome face and fair curls are easy on the eyes, but it only reminded her of how hellish she looks in comparison due to her infernal ancestry. His sharp, calculating eyes puts her at unease, even when his gaze isn’t directed towards her. He has a way of making people feel beneath him, like vulnerable prey. Serenity is not exempt from that, despite her efforts to be pleasant to him. Not to mention, Astarion’s attitude and mannerisms reminded her of the uppity nobles she had the displeasure of encountering in her colorful past.

In short, he’s a handsome fellow with a revolting attitude, at least to Serenity’s standards. Lust and indignation battles with each other in the tiefling’s psyche.

It doesn’t help at all that the elf is fond of calling her pet names, such as “sweetheart” or “dear”. No one calls her such sweet things with genuine intent, not after she saw the drow’s head on a pike, and to hear them from his condescending mouth stirs something dark in her heart.

It especially inflames her whenever he calls her “darling”.

She wanted to pounce on him. However, she wasn’t sure what she wanted after that.

Tear his pretty face asunder with her nails and watch his handsome features contort in agony, perhaps? Or watch him writhe underneath her in a more… carnal manner as she takes out all of her frustration by mashing her ravenous mouth against his lovely lips?

Maybe both?

“Oh, Serenity. You have no need for that sort of… decadence,” she thinks to herself.

Alas, her body says otherwise.

“Shit,” he says upon meeting eyes with her, distracting the tiefling from her thoughts. Serenity didn’t expect such a vulgar word to come out of his pretty mouth, and she didn’t expect the gleaming fangs inside of it either.

How could she not see it the first few times?

The dead boar they found on the road, the fact that she had never seen him consume any food, and the wolfish way he eyes her neck when he thought she wasn’t looking should’ve given it away.

Astarion is a vampire. Worse, he's a vampire who’s intending to sink his teeth in Serenity’s neck.

Whatever terrible things she secretly wanted to do to him, she had no chance of enacting them in this situation. Hells, if anything, Astarion is the one with the capacity to do terrible things to her. The tiefling will be at his mercy, if she doesn’t act fast. So, why isn’t her body doing anything to move?

Heart racing, she needed to say something, at least.

“Stop,” Serenity warns him, voice low, baring her own sharp teeth. The tiefling had considered smashing her precious lute over his head as a last resort. Before the bard can lash out, he pulls back, alarmed.

“No no, it’s not what it looks like, I swear!” Astarion hastily blurts, panic evident in his voice. “ I wasn’t going to hurt you! I just needed- well, blood.”

The elf’s admission confirms it; Astarion is a vampire, a creature enslaved to sanguine hunger.

At that moment, an expression that Serenity hasn’t seen on the elf before twists his features: guilt. The vampire knew he’s betraying her trust, and it shows.

“How long since you killed someone? Days? Hours?” Serenity asks, on guard now, but still sitting on her bedroll.

Eyes widening, Astarion’s tone becomes defensive. “I’ve never killed anyone!” he exclaims. Then, his expression turns grim. “Well, not for food. I feed on animals. Boars, deer, kobolds! Whatever I can get.”

The lass feels slightly reassured that she’s not dealing with a blood-sucking serial killer, but the possibility of him lying puts her on edge again.

“But it’s not enough,” the pale elf speaks again. Serenity half expected him to say this, he did try to bite her after all. “Not if I have to fight. I feel so… weak.”

And there it was, the last thing she expected from him: vulnerability. His reluctance to show weakness was written all over his face. Perhaps it wounds his pride? Regardless of the doubt she has for him, it changed Serenity’s perception of the vampire ever so slightly.

“If I just had a bit of blood, I could think clearer. Fight better. Please.”

Now this is a pleasant surprise. Astarion saying please? Is this a dream?

Still, the tiefling wanted to dig deeper at the truth. Brows knitting together in concentration, she knew better than to use the tadpole, but the damn thing established a psionic link with other infected individuals. 

Serenity pushes into the vampire’s mind to search for the truth.

“I- what’s this? What’s happening?” Astarion blurts, experiencing slight discomfort from the intrusion.

Pushing deep into the elf’s cracked and quivering memories, Serenity strains as she sifts through centuries worth of them, until she has reached its heart. There, she found herself in Astarion’s shoes; quite literally. She sees dark eyes that commanded her to feed, and instinctively, her body follows suit. Serenity, experiencing this through Astarion’s memory, opens her mouth, biting down, but not into a tender, pulsing neck. Though she wanted to recoil in disgust, there was no other choice; she couldn’t physically resist. The choice had been made for her- no, made for Astarion.

Astarion’s fangs pierce the twisting body of a rat - the only thing his master allows him to eat.

In return, Serenity’s own memories leak through the cracks of her psyche, and Astarion finds himself in the body of a wee girl with horns too big for her head. Ravenously, he inhales the sweet, buttery aroma of a freshly-baked pie resting on a windowsill. Astarion’s hands, now small and of bluish color, reach for the baked good with caution. A warm, ash-colored hand presses on his shoulder, and he sees the smiling face of a tall, drow man. Instead of hurting him for attempting to steal, the dark elf ushers him to a table, and offers him a slice with a compassionate smile. Serenity will never forget her first taste of the buttery pie crust, the sweet blueberries, and a hint of lemon and salt.

Now, Astarion will never forget that taste, either.

The connection between them severed, Serenity takes a moment to collect herself.

“You ate animals because you were forced to. Not because you wanted to,” she mumbles, eyebrows knitted together. Is it sympathy? Or perhaps his experiences reminded her of her own relationship with food?

Whatever it was, the tiefling’s perception of Astarion drastically shifted. On the surface, Astarion is a noble who turns up his nose at folks like her, but in truth, he suffered under the hands of a cruel master.

Being a pompous ass is a defense mechanism for him.

“I- yes,” Astarion says with resignation. “Yes, I ate whatever disgusting vermin my master picked. So, you can see why I’m slow to trust you,” he continues, and Serenity swore the expression he wore on his face tugged a few strings in her heart.

“But I do trust you, and you can trust me,” Astarion tells her.

Serenity thinks it might not be fair for her not to. How can she say that she can’t, after she saw his past for herself, and he didn’t show any hostility towards her for intruding upon his darkest, most haunting memories?

“I do. I believe you,” the bard responds, and she can hear his relief when he mutters “Thank you.”

Perhaps Serenity had judged him too harshly in the past. The drow who took her in cultivated compassion in her heart, and it’s beckoning to her.

“Do you need blood?” Serenity asks him, and there is genuine surprise on his face.

“I was about to ask,” he tells her, expression shifting into something more pleasant. “I only need a taste, I swear.”

“As long as you don’t take a drop more than you need,” Serenity replies, loosening her clothing slightly, her smallclothes peeking through.

“Really?” he asks, and he sounds almost eager.

“I- of course. Not one drop more.”

That damn vampire flashes her a smile that sends lightning rippling through her veins.

Astarion’s yearning eyes flicked to her exposed flesh, barely making out the purple tinge on her bluish skin as blood rushed from her chest to her face. Seeing where his eyes are roaming, Serenity feels her heart racing faster, and she swiftly lies down, back turned away from him. The tiefling bard is not about to let her companion see her flustered state.

Face inches away from her head, Astarion catches a whiff of the tiefling’s scent. He quietly thanked the gods that she didn’t smell of sulfur or rotting meat; instead, the bard smells of ash from freshly burned incense, laced with a warm, spiced scent.

The vampire holds her gently, delicately, until he strikes.

Astarion sinks deep, fangs like shards of ice piercing her neck. Serenity lets out a gasp, and her face contorts into an expression of pain and discomfort. Thankfully, the pain is quick and sharp, and as the vampire continues to feed, it fades gently into throbbing numbness. The bard feels her blood coursing through her body, into Astarion’s mouth, who sucked and slurped it hungrily.

He leans forward, one arm almost draping over the bard’s torso to support his weight, while the other still holds her head. Palm running through her short obsidian hair, he stops as they touch one of her horns, hand enclosing into a fist around it. Gently tugging, the elf tilts  her head for better access.

Astarion’s lips are wet from his meal’s blood and sweat, and his own saliva. They glided on the sensitive skin ever so slightly as he pursed them and sucked harder. Serenity found her breath catching in her throat from his actions, pulse quickening as her hand flew to grasp Astarion’s arm, filed fingernails turning white at the end.

In a figurative and literal sense, she’s holding on to dear life.

“Ah, Astarion, that’s enough,” she mewls, hand moving to grasp his hair, fingernails running through his scalp. Not enough to hurt, but enough for the vampire to snap out of it due to the sensation it produced.

The vampire moans, almost carnally, then it is followed by a surprised, questioning grunt. Serenity’s pleas, and the scrape of her fingernails took him from his trance-like state. Immediately, he removes himself from her neck, swallowing thickly.

“Oh. Of course.”

Serenity sits up as he pulls back, light-headed from the blood loss. She turns to the pale elf, her breathing ragged as her fingers gingerly pressed on her bite wound. The tiefling felt a blush creep on her face, neck, and pointy ears as she gazes upon Astarion’s face. In the firelight, she can see that his pupils are blown out in ecstasy, and blood is trickling from the corner of his mouth.

“That- that was amazing,” Astarion purrs, wiping off her blood and bringing his fingers to his mouth, savoring it to the last drop. “My mind is finally clear. I feel strong. I feel…”

He pauses, and Serenity stopped breathing for a moment.

“Happy,” he continued, sighing in contentment as he gave her a gentle, genuine smile.

Serenity had to blink a few times to confirm that she wasn’t seeing things.

She clears her throat, hoping to dissipate the delicious tension between them. “I look forward to seeing you fight,” the bard says to him, drawing her knees to her chest.

“Shouldn’t take long. So many people need killing,” Astarion responds, bowing ever so slightly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, you’re invigorating, but I need something more… filling.”

The pale elf turns around and just like that, he is back to normal, snobbish self.

Serenity slumps back on her bedroll, exhaling slowly as her heart finally slows down. Her body crashes from the surge of adrenaline and the blood loss. Turning her head, she watches as the elf stalks towards the forest; stronger, more confident, and ready to hunt.

“This is a gift, you know,” Astarion tells her, back still turned from her, looking over his shoulder.

“I won’t forget it.”

Serenity won’t forget it either.

It didn’t take long before Astarion found a deer in the forest. As he drank the beast’s blood, he couldn’t help but compare the taste to Serenity’s blood. The animal is more filling indeed, but now? Nothing compares to the taste of the tiefling’s delicious blood.

She is the first humanoid he ever tasted, after all.

And how will he describe her taste?

The darling tiefling is bubbly, gentle, and sweet, much like her demeanor; almost sickeningly so, for his standards. It’s comparable to the Monastery of the Yellow Rose’s blueberry wine: a fragrant dessert wine he had the pleasure of consuming with delicate cheeses and light cakes back when he didn’t have any fangs.

Or perhaps he had associated her with the fruit due to her memories mingling with his.

Either way, when he said that he won’t forget it, he wasn’t just referring to the favor she did for him. Astarion was referring to Serenity’s taste as well.

Meanwhile, in the camp, Serenity draws her lute to her chest, plucking the strings softly in an attempt to lull herself to sleep. It doesn’t ease her into slumber like it usually does. Sighing, she squeezes her thighs together, heat pooling between them as she recalled the vampire’s lips on her pulsing neck. Perhaps it’s not the lute that she should be plucking at.

Reaching into the waistband of her trousers, the bard gives in to her secret desires.

At least there weren’t any more nightmares for the night.

#baldur's gate #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion x mc #oc: serenity | zalia #tiefling #tiefling character #tiefling bard #cw: blood

[yououui]

First of all, congrats for your 900 followers, you deserve them ❤🎉 related to the KF prompts, what about Kurogane being a warrior elf and Fay being a mage. They both have had very long lives and have been friends for a very long time too, but have little to no experience in romantic love for any reason you wish lol. (They have experienced family love, love for their friends and other types of love though) and Kurogane accidentally says something that makes Fay's heart skip a beat and blush. Kurogane doesn't notice what he says until he sees Fay 😂 what happens next is up to you 😊

Quiet footsteps, expertly avoiding any twigs or dry leaves. Arrow nocked, bow raised, he gives one quiet breath to steady himself as he aims for the deer and— 

“Hyuu~ what good form!”

The deer’s ears perk up and it promptly dashes away. Kurogane lowers his bow and looks above him into the foliage of the forest with a scowl and a pounding in his temple. “Oi,” He snaps as he returns the arrow to its quiver and the bow to its place on his back. “Get down here so I can beat you up properly.”

Without even a rustle in the leaves, pale silks and wispy hair appear above Kurogane. Hanging upside down, his knees hooked over a branch, Fai grins happily at Kurogane without a single care for the threat just thrown at him. The hair that usually frames his face is hanging down, exposing his pale forehead, the rest of it pulled up to the top of his head and secured with a ribbon to match his expensive robes. Taking the bait hanging in front of him like a rope, Kurogane grasps the wavy golden locks and gives a tug.

Fai whines and waves his hands around his head to swat Kurogane away. “Hey, that hurts!” The mage pouts.

Kurogane only scoffs. “Lucky I don’t do more to you. You cost me my hunt, you annoying little fae.” He reaches to flick at pale, pointed ears, but Fai pulls away before he can.

Fai weightlessly falls from the trees and lands silently on his feet, as graceful as a cat, and shrugs casually. “You’ll find another deer to slay. Come, I have something much more exciting to show you!” He has an eager look on his face, his bright blue eyes sparkling under the beams of sunlight spilling through the leaves.

Kurogane sighs but follows regardless. He’s followed after Fai and given in to his antics since they were children, though why, he never quite knew. Fai was his oldest and, really, only friend. He’d go anywhere with him, even if he complained the entire time.

“Don’t you have some lessons to be in?” Kurogane asks as they walk through the quiet forest.

“Don’t you?” Fai counters. He waves a hand nonchalantly. “I’m finished for the day! I practiced some spells, worked on some potions, and slipped away as soon as I was dismissed. I’m all yours for the day!”

“Mm.” Kurogane hums. “Until someone comes looking for you. Remember what happened last time their favorite pupil disappeared for too long?”

“Then I’ll just have to make sure I pick a better hiding place,” Fai winks with a charming smile.

Fai is quite possibly the most powerful elven mage in their entire kingdom and has been doted on since he was a small child and his powers first began presenting themselves. With so few mages remaining of their kind, any mage born is seen treated as royalty, but Fai is extremely special. 

By comparison to him, Kurogane is terribly average. A warrior elf, one in a thousand—  though he is the strongest of them all, at least he has that to brag about. But with just one look, one could see how different the two of them were; Fai, wearing his gifted silks and pretty pendents, and Kurogane in a beige tunic with a bow on his back and a sword at his hip. 

And yet, the two became quick friends as children. They were allowed to play together back then, when they were too young to begin their training. But by the time their lessons started, they were expected to understand that they were not the same, that two elves of drastically different lineage could never be seen at the same level. And so, they were no longer given permission to spend their time together. And Fai especially was forbidden from frolicking around freely and instead was often treated like fragile glass.

But Fai, being Fai, found a way. He’d sneak away and drag Kurogane along with him so the two could play, or hunt, or train, or just lounge around. No matter how many punishments it led to when they were caught, he never stopped, and neither did Kurogane.

Kurogane wonders, as he sees dirt cling to the bottom of Fai’s flowing robes, how much trouble he’ll get in today when he’s inevitably caught.

“Where the hell are you taking me?” Kurogane asks eventually.

“Patience is a virtue, Kuro-tan,” Is Fai’s response. “We’re almost there, and then you will see that it’s worth the wait.”

Kurogane grumbles a quiet complaint. After a little while more, they eventually break through the line of trees, which opens to a wide clearing surrounded by the forest on each side. Without the leaves to act as shade, the sun shines brightly over a field full of pale purple flowers, petals drifting lazily in the breeze and honeybees buzzing around.

Fai lifts his arms to gesture grandly to the field. “Here it is! Isn’t it amazing?”

“It’s... fine, I suppose,” Kurogane shrugs. He’s never been much of a flower person.

Fai, however, looks at Kurogane like he’s just said something horribly offensive. “Fine? It’s fine? What have you seen that could possibly be any more beautiful than this?”

“Honestly?” Kurogane glances at the mage. “You.”

He says it easily because, well, it’s true. It’s not like it’s only Kurogane that thinks so—everyone is enamored by Fai’s looks. Kurogane is certain the mage must have some ancient fae blood flowing in this veins; he can’t find any other reason for Fai’s almost other-worldly beauty. Blue eyes that shimmer like gems, fair skin that never blemishes, hair like threaded gold that reflects silver under the moonlight. Even Kurogane, who never much cares about things like physical appearances, knows that Fai is quite possibly the most beautiful creature on the planet.

Kurogane doesn’t think anything of the compliment. Not until he peers at Fai again and sees that his cheeks have gone bright red. Even the tips of his pointed ears are pink. Kurogane furrows his brows and leans in closer to the mage to get a better look at him; Fai’s back bows to lean away from him.

“Oi. What’s wrong?” Kurogane asks as he reaches out to touch Fai’s forehead. “You look ill.”

“What?” Fai squeaks and leaps back from Kurogane’s touch like a skittish animal. “I’m fine!”

Kurogane crosses his arms over his chest and frowns at the mage. “Your face is all red.”

Fai places a hand on his cheek and looks away. “Yes, well. I suppose. I’m just surprised that Kuro-pan would say such a thing.”

Kurogane blinks at the blushing elf. Is Fai embarrassed? There’s no way he’s bashful; Kurogane knows that Fai knows how pretty he is. “Thought you’d be used to it by now,” Kurogane tells him. “You get called beautiful ten times a day.”

“This is... different,” Fai tells him.

“...Why?” Kurogane asks.

“I... I don’t know, really,” Fai responds, turning away slightly to look at the flowers. “But for some reason, hearing you say it has me feeling rather...” He stops suddenly, his lips pressing into a tight, straight line as his cheeks redden even further. 

He gulps and glances at Kurogane, then abruptly looks away again. Kurogane scratches the back of his neck awkwardly and looks at the flowers as well. “Sorry. Won’t do it again,” He murmurs.

“No,” Fai responds immediately. “You... You can say it again. If you want to.”

Kurogane regards the mage. “...Okay then,” He says quietly.

Fai swallows and, very stiffly, says, “...Kuro-pan is rather beautiful, too.”

Kurogane feels his own face heat up and he can only hope that it isn’t as apparent on his bronzed skin as it is on Fai’s. “H-Huh? What the hell are you saying, you idiot?!” He stammers.

Fai looks at him with a soft smile, not one of teasing, but of honesty. Kurogane feels something swoop down in his stomach and his ears get hot. Is this what Fai had just felt, as well? He’s never experienced such a thing in his long life, but his heart is beating wildly and he finds it difficult to look away from those pretty eyes, reflecting the warmth of the setting sun.

Eventually though, Kurogane pulls his eyes away from Fai and scowls at the flowers. “The hell are you staring at me for?” He asks. “Didn’t you want to come to look at the flowers?”

Fai laughs quietly and nods. “Yes, you’re right. I did come all the way out here to admire the beauty.”

Kurogane glances at Fai again and finds that Fai, his face still flushed, is still looking at him.

Kurogane finds it hard to look away, too.

#kurofai #kinda wanna write a whole story about this...

[miraculous-ninjabird]

For your Resurrected Morro AU, what were some of the shenanigans Morro got into while under house arrest?

Oooh this is such a good question yes.

At first there’s not much that really goes on because he’s more focused on figuring out being alive than anything else. Once he starts to get comfortable, he gets himself into some trouble. Especially with Kai and Jay egging him on. He also picks up some hobbies. Some examples:

-Morro really likes baking. He’s not particularly good at it but he gets better the more he tries.

-competes with Kai and Jay to see how many magnets they can stick to Zane before he notices

-somehow manages to find and befriend half a dozen woodland creatures including a full size deer

-Kai/Jay start a fire and Morro panics and tries to put it out. Wind is not a good choice and Nya has to step in.

-hid all of Lloyd’s gi in hard to find places one day to piss him off.

-took some dance lessons from Cole

-read entirely too many mystery novels

-goes bird watching with Zane

-forces all the ninja to reenact a mystery novel

-slips dye into Lloyd’s shampoo that turns it a horrible shade of neon green that doesn’t wash out and Lloyd is stuck with.

-sleeps a lot. Favorite snuggle buddy is Cole but Kai is a close second

-he and Jay get into it when playing video games

-avoids Nya at all costs

-goes along with whatever stupid plan Kai has at any given moment to keep him entertained that usually ends up with both of them in trouble

#ninjago #asks #resurrected morro au #thank u anon

[nanaminsonyfans]

Between Worlds; Chapter Four

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A/N: This chapter is gonna be split into maybe three parts. Don’t worry, this is just for Y/N’s character development then we get some Zuko ;) Please enjoy!

!!TW!!Swearing

Over the past few days, you were healing from your injuries caused by Zuko. Your chin had a slight scar, but you had a second-degree burn on your right hip. Katara made sure that you always had a wet cloth over the burn to soothe the pain, it worked. Sometimes. Going to the City of Omashu really strained your body. Although you connected with a good friend, Bumi, the challenges he gave you were far from easy with your injury. On the bright side, you saved a village from the Fire Nation’s oppression. That made you feel nice, like you were now actually worthy of the label Avatar.

You were brought back to reality and away from your thoughts by the smell of something charred and burnt. It smelled like charcoal. You leaned over Appa’s saddle to look down. “What is that?” You ask, pointing down to the ground below you. Sokka, who was steering Appa since your injury, looked over too. “It looks like a scar…” He said now guiding Appa to the ground where the scent came from. 

Once the three of you reached the ground, you jumped off, using your staff as a walking stick. “The Fire Nation.” Katara whispered walking around. Your heart hurt to see such destruction, this forest was somethings home. Birds, deer, bears, even insects. Sokka glared as he looked around at the burned wood and grass. “Those monsters.” He grumbled kicking a rock. You sat down on the burned and blacked ground. You let out a deep sigh and hunched your head forward. “This is horrible.” You whisper, silently cursing at yourself for letting this happen. You started to fidget with the staff, running your fingers along the grain of the wood. 

You were snapped out of your trance when something hit your head. You turned around seeing Katara with a handful of acorns. “Katara- What the hell?” You glared at the other girl, “These are acorns, Y/N. That means the forest will grow back with time.” She smiled. Then you remembered, this was the Winter Solstice episode. Your mind was still so foggy about your life before this. You just knew you had to help with whatever disaster was coming.  “I guess you’re right.” You mumbled and stood up, using the staff to stabilize yourself. You heard shuffling footsteps from behind you, you turned around taking a defensive stance. 

You relaxed, seeing as the source of the sound was an old man. “Those….markings! Those are the markings of an Airbender! You are the Avatar!” The old man said in shock. “I saw the flying bison and thought I was going insane, but now I see that I am not! Come with me, my village desperately needs your help!” You raised an eyebrow and looked back at Katara and Sokka. They looked just as confused as you. “Yes. I will  gladly help you and your village.” You say sweetly, now following the man to his village. 

A few buildings in the village were smashed and in ruins. The old man lead you to a building in the center of the village. “This young woman is the Avatar!” He said proudly, gesturing to you as you entered the building. “The rumors are true…” A middle-aged man said, causing murmurs among the people. Inside of the building, it seemed to house all the villagers, there weren’t that many, about 20 or 30 people. You suddenly got flustered by all the attention, light blush dusting your cheeks. Finally, you got enough courage to silence the murmurs. 

“It’s nice to meet you all. So…how may I help you guys?” You smiled at them, but it soon fell because of the depressing atmosphere. “I’m not sure there is much you can do.” The middle-aged man spoke up. “Nonsense! She’s our only hope!” The elder jumped in. “For the last few days at sunset, a monster comes to our village and attacks us. He is the Hei Bai, the black and white spirit.” He explained with a worried look. Sokka raised an eyebrow at them suspiciously. “Why is it attacking you?” “We don’t know. But for the past three nights, it has taken one of our own. We are especially fearful because the Winter Solstice draws near.” The elder continued. “What happens then?” Katara questioned. “The spirit world and our world get a stronger bond. We fear it will become more powerful and kill us all.” 

You were the bridge between those two worlds, so you had to do this. You didn’t really didn’t have a choice. You walked down the village, using the staff as a walking stick since you had a limp. Thanks to Zuko. Sokka was getting antsy, he wanted to get out there and help, you were injured and at to fight a spirit monster?! It was insane to him. “We can’t just cower in here while Y/N facing a fucking spirit monster thing!” He whispered shouted to Katara, who elbowed his side at such language. “If anyone can save us, it is her.” The old man spoke. Sokka crossed his arms glaring out the window. 

You planted your staff down into the soft Earth. You really didn’t know how to do this. “Umm…The sun has set. Where are you, Hei Bai? Spirit?” You called and looked around. “Well, I hereby ask you to leave this village alone!” You yelled in a commanding tone. You were answered by a breeze of wind going through your face. “Okay then. I guess that’s that.” You smiled triumphantly and began to walk back to the building in the center of down.

A black monster came to view with a white underbelly, unknown to you though. The beast followed behind you as you walked back, until it let out an exhale, making your hair flow forward. You yelped in surprise before turning around and facing the creature. You smiled sweetly and looked up at it’s…eyes? You looked at where his eyes would be. “You must be Hei Bai! I’m the Avatar. I’m the bridge between the spirit and human world.” You said, but it just ignored you and turned to the right to smash a building. You flinched at hearing and seeing a small home being smashed. That was someone’s childhood home. You narrowed your eyes at the beast. “Hey! Listen to me! I’m trying to help you as the spirit bridge!” You barked, the beast turned around now, hitting you across to another house. 

There was a crash when your body his the roof of the building. “That’s it. She needs help.” Sokka grumbled walking out. “Sokka no! Get back here!” Katara yelled worriedly, it wasn’t any use though. She started to follow but was held back by the middle-aged man, “It’s not safe.” He said softly, Katara reluctantly stayed put. 

“Hey! Hei Bai! Over here!” Sokka yelled throwing his boomerang at the monster. It hit its head, which caused it to turn towards Sokka. You finally got up after groaning and looked at Sokka in shock. “Sokka go back!” “No Y/N! We can fight him together!” “I don’t want to fight him-” You started but was immediately interrupted by Hei Bai grabbing Sokka. He yelled in shock but the monster started to run away into the forest. 

You got onto your gilder trying to follow him and the spirit. “Sokka?!” You called for him worriedly. “Y/N! Over here!” Sokka called back. You followed his voice until it disappeared. You landed back in the scar of the Earth. You gripped the glider until your knuckles turned white. You fall to your knees while tears started to roll down your cheeks. 

“I failed.”

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