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alkali1 · 4 months

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Fantasy Maternity Ward

It had been a relatively quiet day at the maternity ward, but all of Dr. Ixia's hope of going home on time vanished when she heard the anguished screams of the petite elven woman being carried into the delivery room by her hulking orc husband. Half-orc deliveries were almost always a drawn-out, tortuous affair, and with the three-year length of elven pregnancies, the mother would surely need a lot of time and assistance to squeeze out the 60-70 pound toddler currently cramming its way through her overdilated cervix.

The nurse briefed the goblin OBGYN on the patient's status: "She's carrying a singleton, half-orc 163 weeks pregnant, and nearly fully dilated." The doctor's eyes widened at hearing how long the pregnancy had been. Elves usually couldn't handle bearing interspecies babies the full three years, but this woman had gone severely overdue. She shuddered thinking about the sheer size of the baby, and whether her body could even stretch enough to accommodate it.

The patient was helped into the birthing bed, her feet strapped up into the stirrups. Her breasts, sagging low with milk, were pushed up into her face by the enormity of her womb, which dominated the rest of her body. From Ixia's low angle it looked like it could be the size of the rest of her combined. The elf's straining, barrel-sized belly shifted back and forth as the strong, overdeveloped child confined within writhed, desperate to be born.

The doctor reached into the patient's swollen pussy to examine her cervix. She found her to be fully dilated, with the baby's watermelon-sized and colored head battering against the elf's hopelessly tiny pelvic inlet with each desperate push.

"Huff...huff...stuUUUUUUUUUCK!" was all the poor elf could say as another contraction made her strain desperately to squeeze the colossal head through her unyielding hips. "We're going to give you a little something to help you stretch", said Dr. Ixia, loading up a syringe with a clear potion.

Ixia made three careful injections into the ligaments holding her pelvis together, one in the front and one on either side of her delicate tailbone. She wrenched the strirrups back, bringing the elven woman's feet almost parallel to her head. The patient let out a desperate scream as she reacted to the burning sensation of her pelvic ligaments stretching like taffy.

With her hips finally widened enough for her pushes to slowly start squeezing the overdue toddler downwards, the patient writhed underneath the suffocating boulder of her belly, clinging desperately to her orc husband's burly arm. Each push brought a few agonizingly slow millimeters of progress, and with it an unimaginable searing pain that made her scream and wail that her hips would split. Though this was one of the most disproportionate births she'd attended, it was nothing the veteran doctor hadn't seen before. Ixia squirted some lubricating oil into the now bulging cunt of her patient, working it in around the brow of the child to hopefully ease its passage somewhat.

After a few hours the head was just barely starting to approach the elf's bulging lips. With a sliver of green skin visible, each push made her swollen flower distend just a bit more, until it formed a sickening bulge several inches wide. Her perineum was pulled so tight that it dragged her anus open with into a teardrop shape.

Ixia sighed, realizing that the elf's hole was just too small and tight to stretch around the colossal toddler head. She gently ran her fingers around the taut rim, testing its pliability and trying to stretch it around a little more of the huge skull. There was just no way it was going to fit without splitting the poor elf wide open.

"Ready the traction forceps," Ixia said to her assistant. As the device was being assembled, she rubbed a sticky potion into the elf's vaginal lips and perineum. "This will help you stretch wide enough to deliver." she explained.

With the ointment taking effect Ixia was just barely able to wiggle the curved metal faces of the forceps into the patient's birth canal and secure them into place around either side of the head. She locked them together and hooked the apparatus up to a chain, then turned a crank to create constant pressure against her patient's stubborn cunt.

"IT'S RIPPING MEeeeeeee!" screams the poor elf, struggling to stay calm with the burning sensation in her overstretched cunt suddenly multiplying tenfold. "Calm down, you're not tearing. Just breathe and push when you feel a contraction." Privately, Ixia had her doubts. The doctor prided herself on rarely having to cut her patients, but the sheer size of the grossly overdeveloped half-breed could easily prove too large for the extra capacity provided by the stretching ointment.

Over the next three hours the elf's grotesquely stretched pussy gradually stretched around the baby's boulder-like, fused skull. The doctor periodically ratcheted up the tension, and reapplied more ointment to the patient's vulva and perineum. But just before it reached its widest point, it stopped progressing.

The red-faced elf gasped as Ixia explained that the shoulders had become stuck on her tailbone. "Brace yourself, this will be quite uncomfortable." said the doctor as she pulled on an elbow-length surgical glove.

Ixia carefully squeezed her hand into the gaping maw of the elf's rectum. She faced severe resistance from the stretching and squeezing being exerted on the hole by the massive obstruction lodged in the birth canal. Every square inch of space in the moaning patient's pelvic cavity seemed to be taken up by the baby, but finally the doctor was able to get some leverage on the shoulders.

With the next push she attempted to rotate the anterior shoulder, but it wouldn't budge. It was completely wedged against the unusually prominent bone. With a sickening pop, the fragile spur gave way. Ixia quickly withdrew her arm from the patient and provided counterpressure as the unstuck baby surged forward.

"Try to pant through the urge to push. If it comes too quickly you're going to tear yourself badly." But the agonized elven woman was far too deep into the throes of labor to resist her body's desperate signals. With the next contraction the head finally popped free from her gaping cunt with a gush of fluid. Ixia disengaged the forceps and gently guided the shoulders and torso out. With one more quick push the gigantic toddler fully emerged from the elf's blown-out birthing hole.

Ixia needed help from her assistant to lift the child onto the mother's chest. As the new parents cooed over their firstborn and the nurses cleaned him up and did their examinations, she supervised the delivery of the placenta and stitched up the shockingly minor tears in the elf's loose, swollen-purple hole.

"76 pounds 15 ounces!" announced one of the nurses after weighing the chubby newborn boy. "One of the largest I've ever delivered" thought Ixia to herself. With the ordeal largely over, the doctor advised the patient to stay on bedrest for at least six weeks while her tailbone healed and alchemically stretched body parts slowly returned to normal. Finally, hours after she expected, she could go home.

#birth #size difference #pregnancy fantasy #pregnant fantasy #overdue pregnancy #giving birth #birth fic

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penny-anna · 1 month

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i have other things to do but here we gooooo owl house fic recs:

Autism to Autism Communication by Polyhexian

"I understand sarcasm," Hunter said, sounding offended. He crossed his arms. "You didn't do the voice thing." Darius stared at him. "The what?" Hunter put his arms in the air and gave his hands a sarcastic little wave. "I GuEsS I'LL hAvE tO sToP cOmInG oVeR, tHeN," he said in the most over the top and comical parody of sarcasm that Darius had ever heard in his life.

everything by this author is great & this one is a joy and a delight!!

Extant Species by Polyhexian

She'd been called a monster more times than she could count, but she knew what a real monster looked like.

i'd happily rec a bunch of polyhexian's stuff but this lil vee & hunter fic was a highlight. especially enjoy the part where hunter's advising her on how best to go about murdering him. love that for them both!!

Owlet by Polyhexian

"Eda!" Hunter yelled as he shouldered open the door and Hooty cooed and rambled at him, "I need help with my potions homewooooooaaaat the HELL is that?!" Luz looked up from where she was sitting on the couch and reading what appeared to be a romance novel about werewolves. "What is what?" "That!" he yelled, pointing at the hulking behemoth curled up in the middle of the room in a massive pile of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals. "Is that the owl beast?!"

& 1 more!! short n sweet n cute

With Clay and Star Scraps by SiryyGray

Hunter decided to do some research into Grimwalkers. First discovery: Grimwalkers were outlawed in every city under every rule as far back as the history books go. Second discovery: Grimwalkers have no natural means of death. Third discovery: there’s a caveat to that second one.

some absolutely brutal grimwalker content. SPOILERS: hunter can't outlive belos.

Intrusion by rayrock

'He drops something in. It moves and writhes, but it is clearly exhausted. “Eat,” is all he says, voice barely above a whisper. But it is a demand nonetheless, intimidating enough to send shivers down her spine. She hisses in protest once more. He tucks the notepad and pen into his cloak and pulls out a staff. It unfolds and glows a bright red. He does not say anything more. He is nearly always silent when she sees him.' Or: Vee and the Golden Guard’s relationship is complicated, but it is there

some more vee & hunter content for you

just a little bit left by prodigalDaughter

The first time Darius had seen the new Guard unmasked, the fury and betrayal had risen in him like floodwater, bubbling and steaming out of creeks and sewers. Creed had never told him he had a son. —— Hunter has discovered what he is, but he’s not the only one who has to grapple with assumptions made about his origins.

hey remember the other day when i was talking about 'what if darius thought hunter was the previous golden guard's son'! well here u go someone wrote that fic

Wild and Wandering Cries by PorcelanaRota

So his uncle goes flying into the wall directly above him and he is unable to dodge. And his uncle, who is now more palisman curse slime than he is flesh and blood, splatters on the wall, on the ground, on him. Hunter’s been in hundreds of life-or-death situations. He’s felt real and true and visceral fear that sank into his bones and marinated into terror more times than not. Still, nothing has ever left him so shocked and horrified and just flat-out scared that time has actually stopped.

belos splash zone? belos splash zone.

mistakes (the thrilling saga, in high definition) by quynnyah

"This," Amity says, "is not normal human behavior." (Or: Amity and Hunter volunteer to help Camila on a grocery trip. It goes about as well as expected.)

some banging amity & hunter in the human realm stuff for u

Notched by angelcloves

Belos removes the ear tag from his newest Grimwalker.

tiny wee fic giving a backstory for Hunter's notched ear. i rotate this concept in my brain all the time. absolutely twisted.

There is no open window, but the floors still creep by theprincessofdenial

On Tuesday, they eat Chinese. On Wednesday, Camila once again doesn’t have the time to cook, so pizza it is. On Thursday, she wants to make a proper dinner but there’s a hold up at the clinic, Luz knocks over a shelf, Willow has a wardrobe emergency, and then Amity’s cat goes missing. And Hunter beats Gus up so badly the boy ends up bleeding, so there’s also that.

hgnnnh i would rec this entire series if i could (it's 14 fics totally 200k total). its all so chewy i want to get my teeth into it and rrrrrrrrrr. ANYWAY this is my no 1 fav i've been back and re-read it about 7 times. love the Camila Noceda POV; the way it captures the chaos of all 6 kids in the house and makes it feel so real & vivid; the absolutely brutal Hunter characterisation. if ur a Hunter fan go read this right away.

Distance by theprincessofdenial

For the first minute, they all just stand there in silence and watch the airship slowly disappear beyond the horizon. Even though they’re supposed to react quickly, the cold still comes as a shock. It takes some time for the reality to settle in and for them to realize how useless everything they have brought is going to be when their marrow freezes. Hunter hears some of the Scouts inhaling sharply after they approach the ledge and look down. They turn around, unsure where to start, and they shuffle their feet in the snow (terrible decision, really, this way their boots are going to get wet even quicker). Hunter’s the first one to break the silence, and oh, he does it with style. He has been rehearsing that line for a week. “See you at the bottom, suckers!” he exclaims as he pulls out the staff and disappears in a flash of red light. (or: The Obligatory "Leave Everyone at the Top of the Mountain and See Who Makes It Back to the Bottom Alive" Fic. With a splash of Steve)

2nd rec from this series. exactly what it says on tin. *banging pots together* you like whump come get your whump i ADORE what this author does w Hunter. also Steve is there (whump for Steve!!)

A Potter's Field by theprincessofdenial

The view from the staircase is, well, not stunning, that’s definitely not the word. It’s just that “view” is supposed to be accompanied by “stunning,” and Luz can feel her brain coming to a screeching halt and refusing to process what they’re seeing. It's skeletons. Come on, they both knew it was going to be skeletons. The entire Isles know at this point. (Or: despite what the stories would have you believe, in the aftermath, there are things to deal with. Those things include ruined infrastructure, electing new leaders, and prosecuting those responsible for the old regime. And apparently, also Grimwalker mass graves.)

& third and final. unbelievably chewy post-canon fic. lets get into the reconstruction of the isles in full detail. goes hard as hell. will sit in my brain for a long time i think. cannot rec this enough.

and rats all for now!! i got a bunch more stuff in my 'marked for later' so watch this space

#the owl house #fic recs #the owl house fic recs

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acoldghostlypresence · 8 months

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Everyone gives Hyde hulking super strength and I respect that, but so few people consider the opportunities a potion that causes you to shapeshift allow.

Anyway you ever watch John Carpenter's the thing?

#my art #floating portraits #edward hyde #the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde #dr jekyll and mr hyde #mr hyde

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questionablecuttlefish · 4 months

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Some Headcanons 2/3 Jinx. Hoo boy, Jinx, here we go - some TW/s for mental illness, suicidal ideation, self-harm, she's a mess, our girl...

In Ill-Omen's Light, Jinx vanished for a year after firing her Super Mega Death Rocket at the Piltover council.

Her disappearance coincided with the outbreak of the Piltover/Zaun independence war triggered by her attack on the Council.

During this period, Jinx used the chaos of the war raging around her and her own intimate knowledge of the labyrinths of Zaun to slip in and out of the conflict, killing and stealing whenever she wanted to keep herself alive and rub out anyone chasing her, including vengeful Enforcers, Silco's emboldened rivals, and anyone seeking her out for the copious bounty on her head.

By the time the war resolved itself, Jinx had become something of an urban myth, a living cryptid and figure of legend and terror lurking in the Underground and spoken of in whispers or in jest.

Jinx was NOT in a good mental space during this period, keeping almost entirely her own company, falling deeper into her hallucinations and internal spaces, developing even deadlier weaponry, and surviving mostly on loneliness and spite.

The one exception was Ziggs, whom she met early in the civil war and formed a fast - if volatile - friendship based on a mutual love of explosions and the fact she mistook him for a figment of her imagination and kidnapped him for a month to serve as her 'conscience'.

Ziggs tagged along on several of Jinx's adventures, mostly to try to minimalize casualties. Despite a bit of ongoing trauma from having been kidnapped by a mostly feral Jinx and witnessing a lot of her atrocities firsthand, Ziggs has a deep affection and concern for his friend and worries for her when she isn't looking after herself.

Due to the age and species gap, Ziggs sees himself as a kind of 'cool uncle' figure to Jinx ( and is pretty mortified when Jinx later hits him with the TMI about her budding relationship with Lux.)

After a month or two of friendship, Jinx found her intrusive thoughts - her 'scratchies' - telling her to hurt or kill Ziggs more and more often and pushed him away.

The rest of Jinx's time was spent sinking further and further into her, er, 'Gollum arc', sometimes dissociating for days alone in her lairs, before, over time, slowly pulling herself out of it on sheer willpower, spite - and the underestimated power of her boredom.

Eventually, Jinx's volatile thoughts resolved into a new plan; call Vi out to one final fight, see her one last time, and finish things once and for all, going out together the way they came in.

In preparation for this, she interred the dummies representing Mylo and Claggor and prepared to face her last hurrah... ...whereupon her path crossed unexpectedly with a runaway Demacian, in Ill-Omen's Light.

Jinx has a lot of skills an aptitudes, as we've seen in League and Arcane; Genius inventor, skilled at close quarters combat with a nimble, unpredictable, almost inhumanly flexible fighting style now greater enhanced by her Shimmer infusion.

Singed's experiment to save Jinx's life used a rare Shimmer variant that had the unexpected outcome of permanently infusing itself itself into her system; she doesn't have the brute super strength of the more hulk-like Shimmer mutants, but she does have enough to lift Vi's gauntlets unaided and she's extremely fast and agile. Her senses are heightened, particularly hearing and smell, and she can see in pitch darkness. She also recovers quickly from all but the most serious injuries (she's annoyed that she doesn't scar easily anymore because scars are cool).

Her blood, as shown in Ill Omen's series, does have healing properties similar to the potion used in Vi in Act 2 of Arcane; however, as it's a potent Shimmer variant, it has nasty side effects if taken in any quantity.

Jinx is very sensory and smells, particularly human smells, are partly how she confirms her reality; if she can touch or smell someone they might be more real than her hallucinations.

Jinx is very touchy-feely, partly as above to confirm her reality, but also because she loves poking, prodding, climbing on people and getting in their spaces because it unnerves them and throws them off guard.

Sex and romance aren't things she really understands, though; Jinx falls somewhere on the gray-ace spectrum in terms of her sexuality, being mostly disinterested in sex (she's seen things, she grew up down the street from a brothel, but she mostly thinks it's weird and funny) but having very visceral, pleasurable reactions to gunfire and explosions that straddle the line between spiritual and sexual in nature for her.

She does, in some way, see Lux as a 'living explosion' personifying the beauty she sees in destructive power, partially explaining her physical attraction to Lux, which Jinx herself is still figuring out.

Jinx is just as inexperienced as Lux is, having had few opportunities and little interest in exploring relationships - in no small part to Silco being a loving but overprotective (and terrifying) parental figure. As Jinx herself puts it, nobody in his circles would touch her with a barge pole out of fear of both Silco and Jinx herself....

Not unjustified fear.

Lightcannon are both just dorks figuring themselves out, really.

#lightcannon #luxanna crownguard #jinx #lux #jinx x lux #arcane #arcane jinx #lol jinx #arcane netflix #jinx arcane #jinx league of legends #my headcanons

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mrwavellswaps · 4 months

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Wavell’s Curiosity (Poll 3)

(Christmas Edition)

To give some context to a few of the options:

You can use the muscle growth gun as many times as you like. You can change its settings to control how much muscle it’ll force someone to put on. You can either shoot your self with it and watch your own body grow or shoot an unsuspecting target like maybe your old college teacher you always had a crush on and watch as he hulks out.

Love Spell can be used on multiple men at once. Once they’re under your spell they’ll be completely subservient to you and do anything you ask. No matter how committed they may have been before or how straight they might’ve been, now they’ll let you do anything you want to them. Fuck them, suck their cocks, sniff their pits, get them to suck and fuck you. The list goes on heheh

The suit is pretty much what it says. Once you put it on you’ll be transformed into a rich and very handsome older man. This means reality will shift a bit and you’ll be absolutely loaded! Perhaps you’re now the CEO of some kind of company. Either way you’re honing to be a powerful man from now on.

Whether you’re already pretty big and super skinny, the beer is gonna make sure you look like a proper bear of man by the time it’s done. Thick and hairy all over with a big belly and a thick beard. Suddenly you own a pick-up truck and are wearing a trucker hat to go with it. You’ll be large and in charge, practically oozing masculinity. But be warned, if you’re someone who’s know for their intelligence, you might find your IQ dropping just a few points.

And finally the magic potion that does exactly what it says on the bottle. It’ll transform your cock and balls into the most perfect versions of themselves. Giving you a thick piece of meat hanging between your legs that any man would be jealous of. So long and girthy and it’s hard to hide even when you’re soft. Not to mention your fat new bull nuts are gonna cause you to erupt like a volcano when you cum.

I’m very interested to hear the answers to this one! Here’s to hoping some of you receive whichever present you choose 😈 My answer will be in the comments once the poll ends

#curiosity polls #male transformation #male muscle growth #jock #male hypno #male hypnosis #age progression #white collar #bear #trucker #hairy #cock growth #technology #magic

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monster-slxt · 1 year

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Mmm I wanna be a big monster completely at the mercy of a monster hunter

They captured me, completely unfazed by my big claws and sharp teeth, tied and muzzled me to prove to the village that I wouldn't be a problem anymore so they can get their bounty. I haven't stopped snarling and trying to escape, but their silver chains keep me bound.

Instead of killing me, the hunter says I'm far to pretty a specimen to waste and takes me home. Apparently they have a particular fascination with monsters, if the ready made heat inducer they forced down my throat is anything to go by.

It doesn't take long for my attitude to shift with the potion, and soon I'm begging and whining for the hunter to claim me as their mate. They tease me, pulling me by my leash so I'm kneeling at their feet while they remind me my kind mates for life. It doesn't matter, I'm too far gone to care and when I keep begging they smirk and happily take me, forever marking themself as my mate

After that first night it's like a switch is flipped, I'm their perfect puppy, perfectly obedient and happy to keep my claws and teeth away from my mate. They even start taking me out on hunts and to get jobs and payment after a while. Apparently it's good for intimidation to have a hulking wolf beast following a hunter along on a leash. I like it just fine. If I'm good and successful on a hunt I get rewarded with my mates cock!

#queer nsft #monsterfucking #monster smut #tetro #puppyplay + wanting to be a werewolf makes fun scenarios!

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astraymetronome · 22 days

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Chapter 3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Sorry, this took so long to get out! I've gotten busy! My job actually just promoted me and I got my nose pierced.

His lungs were screaming as he ran. Flying was one hell of a risk considering that he didn’t want to rush through the potion in his system. He only had one of each and, even if it was faster, he couldn’t risk it. Tommy needed to get somewhere, anywhere, he could hide and act like he didn’t have a living thing in his stomach. Nausea was swelling up his throat as he ran but Tommy was well aware he wouldn’t actually purge his stomach or anything similar.

The teen could feel the snow under his feet, he could feel the cold sapping through his entire body as he rushed from the city towards a cabin set deep in the snowy tundra. Making a journey completely unprepared was dumb regardless of everything, but doing it into a snow-covered land was even more ignorant but that wasn’t what Tommy cared for.

All he needed to do was run until his head was clear and he reached his destination! Techno was far enough away to be hard to locate which was a good thing, but the worst thing was that he was rough to reach in a bad situation.

Tommy panted as he gave a very sheepish whine, his nausea was getting worse from the combination of stimuli. His feet hurt, his stomach hurt, his lungs hurt, Fuck. Everything hurts! He figured it wasn’t a good sign, considering his ungodly pain tolerance. He just needed to get to that shack in the middle of the forest.

The middle of this fucking huge snow-ridden forest!

He got so caught up in his head, the thoughts of his discomfort and the uneasy pit in his torso, Tommy didn’t know how to feel when, out of nowhere, a heavyweight collided with his back. A squawk left his throat as he tumbled forward, wings flaring in response. He fell into the snow as the thing on his back buried its teeth into the fluff of his cape.

The creature behind him was warm and heavy, a growl building from its throat. He felt fear wash through him for a moment before the weight shifted enough he was able to unclasp the lock around his neck and roll away from the cape. He mourned the loss of its warmth but he was quick to pull a sword from his inventory, ready and completely prepared to shed blood to protect himself.

Tommy’s eyes landed on a medium animal, it was mostly gray and white with a small amount of tan dressing its mussel. The animal’s eyes were narrowed, a red glint resinating in the black of its pupils as his eyes drifted down. A nice deep blue collar sat around its neck as the dog growled once more.

“Liz?” He found himself whispering. The canine’s ears perked up at the word as it left his lips, her eyes shifting from a glare to a gaze of recognition as her tail began to wag away and a small bark left her mussel. She bounded forward, acting like a puppy that hadn’t seen their mother in years.

Despite the cold digging into his body and his knees, Tommy didn’t hesitate to chirp as he opened his arms and eagerly embraced the dog. He smiled as Liz seemed to relish in his contact, barking loudly as she was pet and he scratched behind her ears. Her warmth was welcomed with how freezing his limbs felt from the surroundings.

A pressure hit the side of his stomach, clearly some kind of swing or hit from the man inside Tommy held in a groan as he continued to embrace the animal. It didn’t take a genius to guess what the reason behind the attack was. Dream probably was still angry and confused about the situation going on outside, plus he also had a reason to show his discontent with the teen. A sharp whistle interrupted his situation as Liz’s ears shot up. She jumped off of him, quickly turning to face the source of the sound. Tommy recognized the pitch and knew who had made the high call.

His eyes drifted upwards, a familiar mask slipping into view as he noticed the hulking figure stepping closer. Red eyes slid through the holes in the skull, showing the person behind it. A nice watermelon pink draped over his brother’s shoulders, the braid of hair resting over his right shoulder. Techno was still wearing his signature white dress shirt and black slacks. The jabot around his neck was still ruffled and ironed in the way it always was with the green emerald pendent still just above his clavicle. His red cloak, just like the one normally draped across his own shoulders, still holding the bloody shade of crimson and the white fluff of his collar hugging his neck and meshing well with the golden clasp. His tail swished out to the side, peaking out from under the draping fabric as it slipped through the snow.

“Tommy.”

The piglin’s voice seemed surprised and confused but, ultimately, it was guarded. The blonde wasn’t going to judge him. His brother deserved to feel skceptical and unsure about his presence considering their past relationship and how the avian had treated his older brother. He had betrayed his flock, Techno’s sounder had betrayed him and that was considered unforgivable for a brute. He didn’t deserve any forgiveness or anything of that related sort but he still cared for his brother and the hybrid deserved to be aware of what he was doing.

“Hey… It’s... It’s nice to see you Technoblade.” He told his older brother, the look of hesitance steeling as the brute lifted his crossbow. Tommy lifted his hands, trying to show he meant no harm. Liz glanced back and forth between the two of them, the confusion visible in her little face. She seemed drawn to the tension between the two of them, tempted to join her human and grow defensive but also desiring to go love and cuddle with the boy she hadn’t seen in about a year.

“Why are you here, Theseus.” The tone in his voice as it passed by his brother’s tusks left no room for argument or even an attempt to lie through his teeth. Tommy simply sighed as he looked up, he got up, picked up his sword, and put it in his inventory, before holding his hands up with a small anxious smile.

“I know as of right now, it looks like I just need help. I do, but that's not the main reason I’m here.” He told him as he looked up at his older brother. Tommy could feel his nerves flooding his body and causing a slight tremble in his lip as he fought the instinctual desire to cling to his flock and beg forgiveness. He was bound to eventually but, he couldn’t give in until he was completely sure that everything was understood. Techno had a look in his eyes, one that said he was curious and unsure of what he wanted or even needed to know.

The small tilt of his brother’s head was enough to tell him to keep going, so he listened.

“Dream.. It involves Dream. Since you already paid back what you owed to him, and I promise I’m not here to cause trouble! I figured you were the only person I could go to about this…” He explained kind of periodically. He also brought his hands close, despite the desire to talk with his hands he made sure to keep them in sight and where they wouldn’t be seen as a threat or anywhere near that.

“And what makes you think I’d help you with anything involving that homeless prick.” The brute specified as he looked at his little brother. The older hybrid looked angered as he went ahead and moved forward to do something, what that was Tommy had no idea but he wasn’t gonna just take it.

He could feel his nerves spiking as he gave an anxious noise before speaking once more. “I trapped him!” He said quickly.

Techno seemed to pause at his admission. The piglin paused as he blinked a little, clearly confused and it showed. “Heh?” The man exclaimed as he looked down towards the dog near his side. Liz simply looked back at him, being the same as she ever was, just a confused little dog who seemed happy to be around two of her favorite people. His older brother gave a sigh before he simply lifted up his crossbow and reached a hand out.

“We can talk about this at my cabin. You’ve got no shoes on, Theseus.” Tommy found himself blinking at that, he felt confused but he looked down and, just like Techno said, he’d forgotten his shoes in his rush to get someone else. The hybrid let out a chirp, his gaze drifting back up as he watched his older brother.

promise.

The brute chuffed in response and the avian’s instincts took that as confirmation that they would be talking this out. Techno didn’t hesitate to pick up the cape in the snow, holding it out towards the blonde without a second thought.

Tommy took it after just a second as he made sure to adjust how he stood and tried to keep his feet close to eachother. Liz didn’t hesitate to move forwards and wind her way between his legs and forcing them to have a more reasonable distance.

He began to fall in step behind the brute, watching his brother’s back as the cape over his shoulder’s moved in motion with his body and his tail. If the avian was honest, he wanted to just cling to his older brother due to how badly his instincts screamed. Tommy straight up had someone he wanted to hide from inside of his fucking body. His mind was pissed at him for being so chill about having his abuser inside of his stomach, his instincts were also torn, still feeding off the imprint he’d formed throughout exile.

No one knew about it.

Not Techno. Not Dream. Not even Phil.

<em>Not a single person was going to know.</em>

He brought his hands to his chest, fighting with his flock desire to hold onto Techno.

They’d been walking for about five minutes before the piglin gave a sigh, sounding exasperated as they both came to a stop. “Come here, kid.” Techno said without much room for argument. Tommy felt confused, looking at his older brother as he stepped closer.

The moment Tommy was within arm’s length, his older brother pushed his crossbow into his inventory before his arms moved and…

Scooped him up.

A startled chirp left the avian as he was picked up. He was not used to being treated like a small child, considering he hadn’t really been around his older brother. Tommy was very used to being treated as younger than he was, it was the reason he held such a defensive response when being called a child or something similar. Despite how much he wanted to yell and hit as he was picked up, he didn’t have the energy.

“Put me down, Techno..” He whispered as he was held. Liz looked up at him, tail wagged faster as she perked up. it almost seemed as if the canine thought they were playing around. His brother simply shook his head as he spoke.

“You’re walking barefoot in the snow. I should have done this sooner. Calm down, Theseus.”

Tommy couldn’t argue with that.

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Dream could feel everything around him shift. The walls against his back and knees were warm, in an uncomfortable way, and slick. It stuck to him every time he had to move his body. The hybrid couldn’t believe where he was sitting right now, a part of him was preening at the probabilities and possibilities this could open up for kinds of torture and manipulation. The other half was screaming at how unnatural this was!

He held back the desire to scream and yell until he got Tommy to submit. He wanted out of the teenager! He didn’t want to be stuck in some stupid bird’s stomach or even close to this environment. The sound of his own heart pounding in his ears was drowned out by the teen’s heart among the sounds of his stomach and the wooshing of his every breath.

His surroundings were moving without breath, clearly Tommy was being active with the amount of acids that pooled around his hips. “When I get out of here, I’m gonna fucking kill you!” He barked out, his ears twitching as acid dripped down from the fundus above him. Dream moved his hands to the sides, pushing them into the rugae in order to ground himself.

He shifted his weight, moving onto his lower back as he braced himself with one leg. The sheep hybrid was panting as he reared back a leg, quick to try and kick the wall in front of him. It didn’t come to fruition as he was thrown around, hearing a grunt come from above. A smirk spread across Dream’s face, a sick satisfaction growing in his gut at the teen’s pain.

“Suck it.” He muttered to himself.

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Tommy could still feel Dream kicking and pushing around inside his abdomen. It was causing more nausea to grow, more than he’d like to admit, but the good thing was that he was at least close to having this all taken care of. He knew the pots were still working in his system, able to feel it under his skin, but he had a feeling it wouldn’t be lasting much longer.

The arms that were wrapped around his body were nice. Techno hadn’t held Tommy on his back, which should have been expected, instead literally holding him in a bridal carry. It wasn’t uncomfortable.

Not in the slightest.

The brute was warm in comparison to the freezing cold of the snowing biome around them. Piglin’s were naturally warmer than humans because they lived in the nether, so it made sense for hybrids to have a higher temperature as well. Tommy wasn’t going to complain regardless.

Once they got to the cabin, he felt tired. So much had been going on today, a mix of mental and physical stress that really caused him to feel this exhausted. He had a feeling he’d be sent home tomorrow. No matter how mad his older brother got, Techno was not the monster everyone assumed he was. The hybrid wouldn’t force him out into the snow without shoes or proper clothes.

“Technoblade?” Tommy mumbled, looking up at his brother. Liv had rushed to the porch, eagerly waiting outside the door as her tail thumped loudly against the wood boards below her. His brother hummed, the sound rumbling in his chest as he showed his attention.

“Why?” He asked as his brother set him down. He watched as the boar pushed his hand into his pocket, pulling out a key with a swift motion.

“Let’s talk inside.” He said simply. Tommy found his eyes drifting up towards the mask. He locked his gaze with the man as he gave a small sigh. He probably should get inside before the hybrid changed his mind.

As the door closed and the lights were switched on, Liz barked as she ran towards where the other dogs were curled up. A handful of the ones Techno had left were all over the living room. He couldn’t help but smile as he took a step towards them before a hand was placed on his shoulder, leading him towards the kitchen instead.

His nerves were screaming as he stepped towards the area. His stomach shifted with his nerves, the organ squeezing around the small form that sat inside. He couldn’t help but hug his abdomen, feeling self-conscious of the lump that sat under his shirt. It was pretty impalpable, the smallest of bumps settled just under his rib cage where his stomach sat. He gave a wince, feeling bloated despite the fact he was well aware he wasn’t.

Tommy stepped towards the counter, instinctively plopping himself onto the cold tile. It had been a pretty common occurrence back when the avian had been living with his older brother. Their dad had explained it as a desire to be in high places, something all bird hybrids were wired to enjoy. The teen found it strange, it wasn’t like sitting here made much of a difference for height but he liked it. Though… this did get him thinking.

“Where’s Phil?” He asked, keeping his arms around his belly in order to feel a sense of privacy. He couldn’t help feeling exposed since he was well aware Techno was far more perspective than others on the server.

The brute seemed to sigh at the question, it was almost as if Tommy wasn’t the first to ask it. Techno simply walked towards the oven, placing a pot on the burner and turning it on. The blonde watched his older brother get out some cocoa, milk, and sugar before beginning to combine them in the pot. “Dad is on vacation. He’s had enough of the cold.”

That… actually made sense. The only reason his brother enjoyed the Arctic was because it helped him regulate his hibernation and keep a proper internal clock. It was weird to think such a cold environment would help a nether hybrid live an easier life. Either way, Tommy was glad Techno had a way to live comfortably. His brother deserved it after… everything.

“Either way, we’re not going to ignore what you said in the forest.” The older man said simply as he began to stir the concoction he’d started to make. Tommy knew it wasn’t going to be avoided but he didn’t know how to word it. It would be pretty weird to just blurt what he did out loud but, he didn’t see any other options. It was gonna have to be told sooner or later.

“I don’t know how to say it Tech, it’s… weird.” Tommy found himself mumbling as he looked towards his feet, kicking them slightly. He didn’t know how to continue, but Tehno’s next action surprised him. A hand settled on his knee, giving him a reassuring squeeze before a mug was pushed into his hands, warming the frostbitten fingers. The avian took notice of the blood pooling around his nail beds, which explained why his hands were hurting. Tommy knew he had a bad habit of ripping them from his fingers, it used to be nail-biting in Logshire and it had developed into something worse.

“That’s okay, I’ll listen regardless.” The piglin said as he took Tommy’s free hand and began to look over his fingers. The blonde was well aware his brother wasn’t happy with what he saw, but he also knew Techno would’t judge him for the bad habit.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he let his eyes shift from the mug to the red ones in front of him. He was unsure how his brother would answer but… he no longer had any excuses to avoid the topic.

“I ate Dream.”

#fanfic #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt g/t #dsmp tommy #trapped dream au #avian!tommy #tiny!dream #starling au #mcyt vore #piglin!technoblade #technoblade

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mylordshesacactus · 1 year

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I adore bragging about my players’ cool moments but, hey, I’m playing the game too, and I gotta give my girl Arlette Starstrike her moment here.

The party has been holding the city. They’re doing well, handily defeating enemies I anticipated being much greater threats; it’s immediately clear why the five of them, alone, are being considered a swing division in their own right by the decimated city guard. When the walls are breached and the party arrives at the gap, they manage to hold it for a while.

But then, the fae commander enters the battlefield.

She’s a pale woman in dark armor, wearing a deeply hooded cloak of such dark green it’s nearly black. The silver greatsword in her hands is brutal in its elegance. She is not hurrying; but her slow, inexorable approach belies the unnatural speed at which she can move, blurring like a heat mirage when she dodges, whipping that vicious greatsword through the air like a reed whip.

She carries a torch of emerald flame. From much, much farther away than she should be able to manage--shortbow range, nearly--she whips it over her head like a javelin into the breach.

The explosion on impact is devastating. Andromeda, their paladin, is thrown sharply into a stone wall, cracks her head against the rubble, and drops. Every other member of the party that was within range is knocked prone by an explosion of magical fire, struggling charred and bleeding to their feet. And then the small army, safe now inside the range of the city’s very, very few trebuchets, rushes in.

Two massive animated hangman’s trees--hulking oaks, perpetually regenerating themselves with the power of the earth, dripping with black nooses and rusted chains--charge forward to flank their commander, and she walks calmly up to the nearest defender and starts methodically cutting them all to pieces.

Slowly but surely, the party starts to lose.

She fights dirty, using Command words to pull ranged fighters and casters in close before unleashing powerful AoE effects that desiccate the earth, drying out the grass, leeching moisture from the soil, cracking the party’s lips and skin with the heat of a desert sun in summer--here, in late autumn, in the middle of the fantasy space Alps.

She’s smiling. She’s enjoying this.

I think almost every member of the party goes down in this fight at least once--including both paladins (Olassa, taken to her knees by the desiccation spell; Andromeda, struggling back to consciousness to heal herself as best she can and then charge bravely back into the fray because she’s their heaviest hitter and she’s desperately needed)....the only healers the party has access to.

Audie, a bookish librarian wizard, once again shows her deranged levels of courage by rushing deeper into melee range and sacrifices one of the party’s precious healing potions to get Olassa back to consciousness; but this is no longer a game of healing back to fighting status. The party is tapped. They’re trading hitpoints in the single digits, trying to keep everyone conscious--and it’s a battle they’re losing.

The fae commander steps calmly up until she’s standing over the faintly stirring Olassa. She runs two fingers down the flat of her blade, emerald runes flaring in their wake. The party knows this spell. She’s used it before, against Farrah. There is a non-zero chance that a single blow with this spell active will be enough to kill Olassa instantly--and if it doesn’t, the smile on the commander’s face says she fully intends to finish her off on the backhand.

As she raises the blade, the emerald runes flare amethyst and explode, shattering like dropped glass; the blow goes wild and misses as the commander is knocked away, more by surprise than force, by the snarling werewolf suddenly crouched over the fallen Olassa.

Arlette Starstrike, level five sorcerer, facing a woman armed with a silver greatsword--burning her only level 4 slot on a single desperate Counterspell.

#d&d #suncrest #what is d&d for if not queerbaiting yourself a little

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bigwishes · 2 years

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Hey mate!

Wanted to see your take on a story where a bloke goes to a BDSM shop and gets tricked into being strapped up and turned into a huge leather bear. Force fed till his belly is a ball, his balls hanging so low they hit the floor when he sits down. And locked into thick leather and skinhead gear so he's sweating forever. A proper nasty bear 🐻 made against his will. Go mental mate! Nastier the better, as ya damn well know innit!

Sure I could write that story for you, but first I think we should turn our attention to you. I see you are trying to gain weight, around 207lbs not bad, definitely a step towards your goal but I get the feeling you should do some research on some weight gain supplements who knows, you might find exactly what you are looking for. As your fingers guide themselves along your keyboard, almost as if you are in a trance you find something called "Bull Factory" promising great gains in a short amount of time, you click order not paying attention to where it is from.

A few days later a package arrives at your doorstep, you had forgotten you had even ordered it. Opening the box there was a small vial smaller than your thumb nail, barely able to fit the big bold letters "Bull Factory" written on the side. Following the instructions in the box you drip the few drops in the bottle into your favourite cake shake. "$60 for 3 tiny drops? this better work"

You take a sip and within seconds you felt your stomach bubbling and your skin crawling. You let out a monstrous belch and grab your stomach. Your fingers sink into your gut as more flesh forms, the muscle tightens around your bones and your entire body expands. 290, 350, 470, 530, 621 P O U N D S!!. You pulling your heaping mass of the floor and stumble to the mirror.

"Holy **Buurp** shit" your gut gurgles forcing you to belch every few seconds. "what else could I order" was the first thought that came to your mind, you rush back to your laptop, or rather quickly waddle to it. Checking your search history you easily find the order and see what else you can purchase. Lots of these 'potions' come up but one grabs your attention "Bear-y Good Time" promising extreme hair growth and increased armpit sweat. You try to click order but you are greeted with a red box saying "pick up in store". Non of the little bottled miracles could be ordered to your door, not even the first one you used. Checking the map you see its barely a 5 minute walk to the store...Red Lamp Miracles.

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Swinging open the door to the store your squeeze your massive frame inside the door. Your shirt struggling to contain your chest leaving your stomach fully exposed you let out a massive belch like thunder. Taking a look around you see that the store is a BDSM shop filled with all sorts of gear, some stuff you've never even seen before.

"sorry mate, reverse potions are $400 and they don't work after 7 days" A twunky looking clerk says barely looking up from his magazine.

"no..I..don't..want.." you struggled to get the words out as a burp would cut off every other word.

"oh, your the guy that managed to order the Bull Factory, sorry mate you aren't meant to order them, we give a free turn back if people regret their choice before leaving, the gas will settle in a few hours"

You waddle your hulking frame to the counter "one bear-y good time"

The clerk looks up at you and smiles noticing your whole frame "oh, you are one massive lad, and you want all that hair and stink too....wanna fuck me whilst you start to reek?"

Completely stunned by the slutty guy, you manically begin to nod.

You are led into the back room, and handed a small vile and a set of clothes. You down the vile without a second thought not even reading the label. Barely able to bend your massive body you change as hair sprouts from your body, by the time you are finished a massive wave of heat and stench erupts from your body making your eyes water.

"hey big guy, gonna keep me waiting?" you hear from outside the back room changing area.

You quickly waddle out opening the curtain to see the twunk changed into dom gear with a small metal chair in the middle of the room.

"Want one more magical surprise free of charge? SIT DOWN"

The chair looks like it wouldn't hold you but you did as you were told, you should play alone to get more of, whatever this is, especially if it's free. Besides, who doesn't want a lil size difference punishment. You sit down and spread your legs waiting for the clerk to show you the key to your next transformation. The clerk puts a chain and padlock around your neck, it causes your entire body to freeze, stiffer than stone.

"The little gadget will make sure you do as your told" He pulls out a cigar that looks like it would jam your mouth open, he stuffs it in your mouth and lights it "smoke it all my big bull"

Your dick gets rock solid and you begin to smoke the cigar.

But...something feels...off...wrong. With each breath the cigar rapidly shrinks, faster than any cigar, its burning quickly. As it shortens so does something else. 6, 5, you begin to realise what is happens as you feels your crotch become loose, 4, 3, you beg to be told to stop but you cant and all that can be heard is your muffled voice against the butt of the cigar, 2, 1, the cigar had completely vanished from your mouth, nothing was left. You winced knowing the fate of your manhood.

"y-you can turn it back right" you sheepishly ask

"it would be easier than shrinking it, but I'm not going to, you are gonna make me so much money bull boy" The clerk shoves a small clear tube in your dick and whispers in your ear. "don't stop cuming"

as you moan out the clerk drops another elixir down your throat. You feel as your balls fill and balloon out, almost like they are going to exploded and cum is forced out of your tiny shrimp and down the pipe.

trapped in your moaning, unable to move you something shoved in your mouth to the back of your throat, wedging your mouth open.

"we need to make sure you are well fed so you don't run out" The clerk says turning the tap on a tank.

A tasteless paste begins being pumped in your mouth as you moan for freedom and from the endless orgasm. You sat in that tiny chair as the clerk covers you in leather gear, sealing you inside, a gas mask covers your face and small rubber pipes are shoved up your nostrils. A stench, your stench is being pumped into your head as your only oxygen supply.

"I'm going to use you to make so many elixirs" the clerk says shutting the door, leaving you there.

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A few hours or maybe even days passed. The suit was completely sealed shut, your sweat was filling up all the excess space and it had reached you chin. The door swung open as the clerk marched in,

"hey big guy, wanted to show you what I was able to make because of you, I lost my last factory and business was down, but thanks to you I can start making money again" The clerk presses his phone with an image to the eye of the suit.

"Can you believe this dom stud was a twinky bitch a few hours ago, turns out the son of a billionaire will pay a shit tonne of money to become a dominate muscle bro, him and his friends have put some orders in and I can finally start taking orders again because of you"

The twunky clerk climbs up on your frozen body "now sit back and enjoy being an elixir factory you grotesque bull"

The clerk leaves the room, shutting the big metal door behind him. The sweat in your suit climbs up more, over your face and around your head, it burns your eyes as it fills in and distorts your view of the world outside the eye glass. You are stuck, frozen suspended in your own sweat producing the key ingredient for the shops elixirs.

The clerk's words echo in your head "enjoy being an elixir factory". Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your mind begins to change, begins to melt away. Any thoughts of escape or going back to normal are gone, and you are left with only one thought.

"you are no longer a man, you are a machine, a factory, forever"

You sure got your wish mate, a guy went under a massive forced transformation and is now trapped in gear inside a BDSM store, it just so happens that guy is you...although calling you a guy might be a bit much as you aren't a person anymore, merely a factory made of flesh and made to produce.

#male transformation #muscle transformation #muscle #male tf #reality change #tf story #gay transformation #weight gain

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grandmother-goblin · 4 months

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Field Study - Chapter 10

Ao3 - Masterlist

Chapter Summary: Astarion has made a huge mistake, but how much does it really matter? Cas doesn't really mean anything to him, right? So what if she's upset? But when Astarion finds a surprise in his tent, he realizes how far he has fallen and how much he has to lose. And damn the gods, he doesn't want to lose her.

Relationships: Astarion x Female!Tav

Rating: Explicit (18+) for eventual smut.

Word Count: 5k

Chapter Tags: Astarion gets a portrait, awkward conversations, Astarion is going after what he wants, confessions.

Content Warning: Astarion thinks some not-so-nice thoughts about Gale. The thoughts he has are reflective of his character, not of me. I love Gale. Astarion just happens to be a bit pissed at him a bit in this chapter.

Astarion spent the rest of the night trapped in his own head. When he had reconvened with the others, it was like his disastrous rendezvous with the drow had never even happened. Gale and Wyll had appeared none the wiser, quietly preparing for the night ahead while Cas went through the plan one more time.

If Astarion didn’t know any better, it seemed like Cas had already pushed their argument from her mind. Yet, she couldn’t quite meet his gaze. Any time he tried to make eye contact with her, she found something to distract herself in an apparent effort to avoid looking at him all together.

Then there was the proximity. He had grown used to all of her little touches; her fingers against his hand as she passed by, a friendly bump against his shoulder, or a playful whisper in his ear. That had all stopped.

Cas was cordial, polite, and outwardly friendly. But she had distanced himself from him in a way that only he would notice.

And it fucking hurt.

So he turned his focus on the task ahead of him. Raw frustration, anger, and pain writhed within him like live snakes waiting to strike. He itched to hurt something else because it would distract him from the sharp ache in his chest.

Unfortunately for him, Cas’s plan aimed to avoid fighting and bloodshed. Initially, Astarion thought it was a great plan. It was quick, efficient, and didn’t put them in any more danger than necessary. Now that he wanted to kill something, he hated the plan.

Yet he still went along with it because if he didn’t, he’d likely get himself killed. Or end up getting Cas physically hurt. Both of which he would rather avoid. He didn’t even think about the repercussions for Wyll or Gale because he simply couldn't care less.

Cas and Gale had mapped out the temple and located the sleeping quarters for each of the three leaders ahead of time. Gale had called the plan cowardly, and maybe he was right, but even the walking encyclopedia couldn’t argue that it wasn’t effective. Like an assassin, Cas slipped into their rooms under the cover of darkness and slit the throats of the goblin leaders before they could wake.

Only one of the leaders, the hulking hobgoblin called Ragzlin, managed to put up a real fight. Thanks to a silencing spell courtesy of Gale, Ragzlin couldn’t call for help. But that didn’t stop the brute from flinging Cas against a wall like she was nothing more than a child’s doll when he awoke with her blade to his throat.

In that moment, Astarion saw red. He wasn’t sure how he did it, but he killed the hobgoblin himself. By the time he could safely go check on Cas, Wyll was already helping her to her feet with a healing potion in hand.

Other than that hiccup, the rest of the mission went rather smoothly. They found Halsin locked in a dungeon and they had to take out a few goblins to get to him, but that wasn’t any trouble. In the end, they were able to slip out of the encampment before sunrise with the druid in tow and without risking their necks more than absolutely necessary.

During the walk to the closest teleportation rune, Astarion was itching to talk to Cas. He wanted to pull her aside and apologize again. But he didn’t get the chance to. Instead, he stared at the back of her head as she chatted away with Halsin, absolutely engrossed in the research the archdruid had done on the tadpole. Astarion couldn’t find a good way to interrupt them without making things weird, so he didn’t.

He just watched, wishing Cas was talking to him instead.

Astarion’s whole body ached by the time they made it back to camp. His head pounded, the bottoms of his feet were sore, and his eyes burned from exhaustion. Thankfully, Halsin had split off from the group to return to the grove and they didn’t have to deal with that mess right away.

He ducked into his tent and another pang of emotion lanced through his chest. The bedding was still rumpled from the night before. The memory of her laying beneath him rushed to the forefront of his mind. The way her legs wrapped around his hips as he sank into her welcoming heat, the feel of her mouth against his as they stifled their moans of pleasure, and the way her eyes locked with his in the darkness….

He mentally shook off the memory as he spotted something different among the mess in his tent. Something new.

On top of his pillow sat a piece of paper, loosely rolled up and wrapped in a cheery yellow ribbon. Beneath the neat bow that tied the whole parcel together was a small rectangular card. He didn’t even need to look at it to know who it was from.

Astarion let the flap to his tent close behind him and sat on the end of his bedroll, staring at the gift as he unlaced his boots. Though his mind burned with curiosity, his desire to get comfortable won out. He quickly removed his light armor and changed into more casual clothes. Yet, when he was finished, he hesitated. If the gift was from who he thought it was from, would she still want him to have it? Should he give it back?

No. Even though the present had to have been left before they went to the goblin camp, before everything with the drow, it was still for him. He carefully picked up the parcel and slid the card out from beneath the ribbon.

Crisp, neat, handwriting that was all too familiar scrawled across the parchment and his heartbeat quickened as he read.

Astarion,

Thank you for being my friend and making me laugh. I drew this from memory since I wanted to surprise you, so it’s not as good as looking in a mirror, but it’s pretty close.

Love, Cas

P.S. I hope this isn’t weird. P.P.S If this isn’t weird, maybe I can show you how I draw nudes. P.P.P.S Okay, that part was weird but I don’t want to rewrite this note again.

A combination of amusement and disbelief pulled a chuckle out of him and he shook his head. Somehow, the mental image of Cas agonizing over something simple as a note so much that she rewrote it brought a flutter to his stomach. If she was there with him, he definitely would have given her some inspiration for a nude drawing just to show his appreciation.

But she wasn’t there, nor did she want to be.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Astarion untied the ribbon and let the paper fall open. Despite having not seen his own face in over a hundred years, he recognized himself in drawing immediately.

It was a portrait, but not the kind that wealthy people had adorning their homes with bored faces and stiff postures. It was a vibrant work of art.

Cas had drawn him in sunlight.

It almost looked like he was in motion. The smile he wore showed the tips of his fangs and his blood red eyes demanded attention with a piecing, wicked, gaze. The bright colors and dramatic shading weren’t completely realistic but they were beautiful. And the piece came together into something he couldn’t put into words.

Pressure built behind his eyes as he traced over every detail; the bite mark on his neck, a little scar on the corner of his mouth, the fall of his white hair and the embroidery on his clothes all rendered in a way he didn’t know was possible with mere colored pencils.

Astarion stared at the drawing as if he was afraid it would vanish into thin air if he looked away.

It was him.

For the first time in hundreds of years, he saw his own face. And it was all thanks to a woman he had so carelessly hurt.

“Why did she do this?” he muttered and dragged his palm down his face.

He glanced toward the entrance to his tent. Had Cas had already begun her meditation? Perhaps he should check and see. But the weight in his chest kept him pinned to the ground and it was probably for the best. Cas needed her space. He had to respect that.

With a heavy sigh, Astarion let his head fall onto his pillow. The faint scent of lavender lingered in the fabric. Inhaling deeply, he clutched the portrait against his chest and closed his eyes, knowing his meditation would not come easily with the mess of thoughts running through his mind.

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Astarion’s trance lasted longer than it usually did. It was most likely due to physical exhaustion, but some part of it was because he dwelled on what he was going to say to Cas.

He had made a mistake with the drow. Hells, he knew he made a mistake long before he even killed the man but seeing Cas’s reaction only solidified that unfortunate realization.

Technically, he didn’t cheat.

Cheating implied that he and Cas had some sort of official relationship, didn’t it? It wasn’t like she didn’t go off flirting with Wyll, so why was it a big deal that he just happened to go a little further? He was allowed to explore before committing to something official, wasn't he?

So much of his existence had been tainted and controlled by Cazador, he wasn’t even sure what to do with the emotions he felt weren’t anger, spite, or fear. Something as warm and gentle as the feeling Cas stirred within him felt uncomfortable. It felt fake. And he had endured enough pain in his life to know that the more comfortable he was, the more it would hurt when it was all ripped away. He didn’t want to wait for that blissful little illusion of happiness to collapse around him, so he shattered it himself.

In a way, it felt like he had escaped one master only to immediately chain himself to another.

Even as he rolled the argument over in his mind, he couldn’t convince himself of it. What he did was unfair to Cas, no matter how he tried to make himself believe otherwise.

He was the one who asked for something more with her, and she agreed to see where things would go. It wasn’t an official commitment, but it was something. And that something was going straight into a ditch never to be unearthed again if he didn’t try to fix it.

Sunlight slipped through the loosely tied entrance of his tent, slashing a stripe across the portrait still clutched to his chest. He stared at it again, inspecting every inch of the page like he was seeing it for the very first time. It was so well done, so lovingly detailed and precious. His throat felt tight as realization set in.

Cas must have been working on the portrait for some time. Before they even spent the night together, maybe even before they went to see the hag and he was attacked by the Gur. She was so busy keeping everyone alive and seeking out a cure for the tadpole, that fact that she had found time to make him such a lovely gift only meant one thing.

Cas cared about him.

Cas cared about him, and Astarion was an idiot because he cared about her too.

Jealousy and his possessive nature had gotten the best of him, and he shouldn’t have let it. If he hadn’t, Cas would probably be snuggled against his chest right now, warm and preferably naked. He wanted her to be the first thing he saw when he roused from his trance, not an empty tent.

Apart from Cazador, Astarion was his own worst enemy.

After tucking the portrait away somewhere safe where it wouldn’t get damaged, Astarion dressed and stared at the entrance to his tent. Cas was almost certainly outside working on something around camp. As much as he needed to talk to her, he hesitated. Despite his hours of meditation, he still didn’t feel ready.

To procrastinate longer, Astarion brushed his teeth and went to the river to bathe; both of which took much longer than normal. At one point he wondered if he was just putting off the conversation, or if he was just trying to make himself look the best he possibly could in hopes the effort would somehow work in his favor. Maybe it was a combination of both. He ended up waiting until his hair dried before venturing back to camp, giving him a few more minutes to find his spine.

Cas sat next to Shadowheart in front of an unlit campfire. It was midafternoon, but the sun was strong, and the two women were keeping cool by sharing a bottle of chilled white wine as Cas recalled a story about her brother.

If the wine was cold, that meant that Gale was probably awake and loitering around somewhere since he was the one with frost spells. Gale was the last person Astarion wanted to see. Not just because the know-it-all was insufferable on a good day, but because said know-it-all had been right. Astarion hadn’t been thinking of anyone but himself and his own egocentric world and ended up hurting Cas, just like Gale said. Just imagining the wizard’s smug superiority made Astarion want to punch him in the face.

Not wanting to run into Gale, Astarion gave himself exactly two more seconds of nervously fiddling with a loose thread on his shirt before he interrupted the conversation.

“I hate to intrude, but may I borrow Cas for a few minutes?” he asked, forcing a lightness to his tone that he did not feel. Anxiety gnawed at his stomach like a swarm of starving rats and he hated every second of it.

Shadowheart leaned back on one hand and swirled her wine with the other. “Only a few minutes?” she teased, giving Cas a conspiratorial smirk. “I suppose I can spare her.”

The smile from Cas’s conversation with Shadowheart lingered on her lips but faded from her eyes when she looked at him. She finished her glass of wine and set the glass down at her feet. “Sure,” she agreed with phony alacrity. “You can come with me to pick some blackberries.”

Foraging for food sounded about as appealing as stepping in horse dung, but what choice did he have? He didn’t agonize over this conversation all day for nothing.

“Is that what we’re calling it?” Shadowheart raised her glass to her lips, mischief in her eyes that said she fully expected them to be doing something else entirely.

Cas only laughed as she picked up a metal bucket from the camp’s pile of supplies. “We’ll be back in a bit.”

Shadowheart waved them off. “If you don’t come back with blackberries, I’ll be sorely disappointed.”

Judging by Cas’s tight smile, it was clear to him that she was appeasing him rather than looking forward to their little field trip. She cocked her chin toward the copse of trees bordering their campsite and started walking. Astarion swallowed down his nerves and kept pace beside her, suddenly not knowing what to say despite having the day to think about it.

Something about being around Cas made his mind go blank. It was absolutely infuriating.

For a while, they just walked together without saying a word. Nothing but the sound of songbirds overhead and leaves and twigs crackling beneath their feet accompanied the thick air between them.

Words danced on the tip of his tongue, but whenever he found himself about to say something, he bit it back at the last moment. It quickly became clear that he was the one who would have to start the conversation. Cas seemed perfectly content to walk beside him in excruciatingly awkward silence.

He glanced over at Cas’s face to try to gauge how she was feeling. It was completely impassive. In fact, she almost looked bored. His eyes traced over the thick black lashes that framed her dark eyes to the delicate slope of her nose to the smooth skin of her slender neck….

Wait.

His bite mark was gone.

A lead weight settled in his stomach as he looked over her unmarked skin. On some primal level, he felt the need to fix it. To bite her again. To claim her as his. His fangs ached with the sudden urge, but he resisted. But still, after so many days of seeing those little puncture wounds and bruised skin… the sight of her unmarred flesh felt wrong.

As if she felt the intensity of his stare, Cas swallowed and pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear and said, “It’s a bit humid today."

Great. Her bite mark was gone and now she was talking about the bloody weather.

Astarion made a sound somewhere between an exasperated sigh and a groan. The awkwardness between them was like a thick fog that obscured his train of thinking. The apology he had been mulling over in his head lingered on his tongue, but instead of saying those words he said, “Thank you for the drawing.”

‘Thank you’ didn’t begin to cover the depths of gratitude he felt for the gift, but it was a start. It was better than saying nothing at all.

“Oh.” The corner of her mouth twitched as something like disappointment flashed across her face before she schooled her features into a pleasant mask, wooden and empty. Instead of looking at him, she passed the bucket she was carrying from one hand to the other by the handle. “No problem. I’m glad you liked it.”

Silence fell between them once again like an inescapable shroud. Somewhere behind them, a crow cawed, mocking him and the death of the best relationship he could remember.

Without saying anything, Cas stopped beside a blackberry bramble that bordered the trail and set the bucket down. The bush was taller than her, though some of the branches were heavy with ripe berries. She plucked a few, gathering as many as she could hold in her palm before dropping them into the bucket with a metallic thump.

For some reason, Astarion hadn’t thought she had been serious about the blackberries. They had more than enough food at camp, there was no reason for her to go out and gather more. But he knew she liked to be prepared and always needed something to tend to.

At her core, Cas was a nurturer. From day one she had been working tirelessly to make sure everyone had what they needed. Food, water, shelter, supplies….

Astarion thought back to that very first night after they escaped the mindflayers. Cas had lied to him. She had given him a bedroll, claiming it was a spare that she found and he didn’t realize it was her own until the next morning. She laughed it off, saying that he looked like he needed it more than she did.

When she had learned he was a vampire, she gave him the very blood in her veins. Not because she had to, but because she wanted to. Simply to be sure he was taken care of and she knew he would prefer it to the animal blood he had been choking down.

And when he went missing in the goblin camp, bleeding and poisoned in a cold and dusty chamber, she was the one who went looking for him. Even when she learned what he had done, she still took care of him when another might have left him to his fate.

Astarion picked at that pesky loose thread on the sleeve of his shirt. Taking a breath, he willed himself to look at Cas.

Dappled sunlight chased shadows across her face as the full tree branches above swayed in the gentle breeze. It was fitting. Almost poetic. If she was the sunlight, then he was the shadows. And he never craved the sun’s warmth more than he did at that moment.

“Cas,” he started, his voice not much louder than a whisper. “I’m sorry about what happened with the drow. Truly.”

Cas tossed a handful of berries into the bucket but didn’t look at him. “Why are you apologizing?”

Somehow the innocuous question felt like a slap to the face. Astarion’s brow drew together in bewilderment, his conciliatory air vanishing in an instant. “What do you mean ‘why am I apologizing’? You know why.”

“No, I don’t.” She said the words so nonchalantly while she worked, she might as well be talking about the weather again.

Astarion frowned, the tender feelings he had been ruminating over were warring with his incredulity. “Are you being serious right now?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

He blinked at her. That wasn’t how she was supposed to respond. He didn’t expect her to forgive him immediately, but to question why he was apologizing in the first place? Did he have to spell it out for her, or was she just being petulant?

Cas continued not to look at him. She stood on her toes to reach a couple of large berries at the top of the bush, exposing a delicious sliver of skin when her shirt lifted with the movement. It was unfair how attracted to her he was.

A couple more berries landed in the bucket and Cas shifted to a new spot on the bush. Another minute passed in silence as Astarion unconsciously followed her movements, his mind a mess of incongruous thoughts.

Cas breathed out a sigh. “If you aren’t going to help pick berries, you should head back to camp.”

Astarion hesitated. If he turned around and headed back to camp, he might as well close the door on his relationship with Cas for good. No matter what, he couldn’t let that happen. He wouldn’t. So he found a cluster of blackberries and started picking.

“Why don’t you help me understand what happened,” Cas said after he had picked a couple handfuls of berries.

“You saw what happened,” he said stubbornly. It was one thing to give a vague apology, but another thing entirely to lay his sins out bare for her perusal. Saying anything more felt like handing Cas his heart and a knife and begging her not to stab it repeatedly. He wanted things to go back to the way they were, to go back in time and beg his past self not to let jealousy get the better of him. But the best he could do was try to repair the damage he had already done.

“I saw you got hurt.” She tossed another couple of berries into the bucket. “I saw the drow had some bite marks, only one of which was bloody, and some rumpled clothing. I saw that you were in a similar dishabille....”

Astarion focused on his hands as he worked, suddenly unable to look at her. “I let things go too far,” he said. “I should have stopped him.”

“But you didn’t want to.”

“Not at first, no,” he admitted, although that wasn't the whole truth. The whole truth was far too complicated for him to bring up with her at that moment, and he wasn't sure if he was ready to. “But after a certain point…”

After a certain point, the only person he could think about was Cas. But he didn’t dare say that, so he let the statement hang in the air for her to draw her own conclusions.

“Then why did you do it?”

Because he was jealous. But more than that, he was scared. Terrified of losing Cas. If Wyll didn’t sweep her away, then it was only a matter of time before Cazador got to her and did who knows what. He was going to lose her either way.

He didn’t get to keep things that made him happy, so why should Cas be any different? It was his pitiful attempt to soften the blow disguised by some twisted need for revenge. He didn’t want to lose her to Wyll, so he lost himself to another person just to prove he never needed her.

Oh how wrong he was.

Instead of telling her any of that, he said something incredibly stupid. “He was practically throwing himself at me. I would have been an idiot not to take the opportunity.”

From the corner of his eye, Cas squished a berry between her fingers. She flicked the ruined fruit into the dirt below and continued as if nothing happened. “You should go back to camp.”

“The opportunity to drink his blood,” he quickly amended, almost stumbling over his words in his effort to pull his foot from his mouth. But it was too late. Cas was already turning away from him.

Astarion abandoned his section of the bush and caught her by the crook of her arm. “Cas, wait.”

She roughly shrugged her arm from his grip. “If that’s all there is to it, then we’re done here.”

Cas picked up the bucket, now filled to the brim with plump blackberries, and started back down the path.

His fingernails dug into his palm from how hard he clenched his fists. Even though she didn’t say it explicitly, he knew this was his last chance. He needed to tell her the truth. It was the only card he had left to play.

But did he really want to do it? Was it worth it? Or rather, was she worth it?

Watching her retreating figure, he felt his opportunity slipping away with each step. It was now or never. He had to try something.

“This is your fault, you know,” he called after her.

Cas stopped. A few berries tumbled to the ground when she abruptly turned on her heel, stalking back towards him. She jabbed a finger at his chest, her voice surprisingly calm when she said, “You’re the one who wanted to explore a relationship with me and then you immediately went off with someone else. How is that my fault?”

“Because you make it impossible for me to think straight!” The words shot out of his mouth before his brain could even register what he had just said. Blood drained from his face as a wave of fear washed over him. Admitting that out loud felt like opening a vein, leaving him feeling raw and exposed.

Was there any chance he could use the tadpole to erase Cas’s memory? Because that would be great.

He ran his fingers through his hair, stopping at the tips to pull as if the bit of pain on his scalp would help him gather his wits. But the words were already out. There was no taking them back.

Well, he made it this far so he might as well keep going. At least then when she rejects him, it will be a nice reminder that being ‘honest’ and doing the ‘right thing’ never worked out. He was never good at those things anyway.

“I can’t remember the last time I wanted someone the way I want you and I…” He swallowed and smoothed his hair, needing something to do with his hands. “When I saw you on Wyll’s arm I did something stupid. I thought if I was with someone else, these blasted feelings would go away. But no. I couldn’t do it. I just kept thinking about you. You’re as entrenched in my head as the damned tadpole.”

His pulse pounded in his ears. It wasn’t the whole truth, and it certainly wasn’t romantic, but it was out there. Did his words come out the way he wanted them to? Not exactly. But he wasn’t about to just let Cas walk away without trying. If that meant unlocking the cage around his heart, then so be it.

The past day had proven that Cas had found her way into every fiber of his being. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Couldn’t stop wanting her.

A moment passed. And then another. He wasn’t sure if it was seconds or it was minutes, but Cas didn’t say anything. When he finally braved a glance in her direction, he wasn’t sure what he expected. A cruel smirk? Laughter? Pity? Something to make him regret everything he just said. But it was none of those things.

Cas set the bucket down and folded her arms across his chest. The look she gave him was… thoughtful. Not good, but not bad either.

An unpleasant feeling slithered through him as his mind suddenly went to Cazador. Groveling, begging for forgiveness, waiting to hear whatever torture Cazador decided on as punishment. But he mentally shook off the feeling. This was Cas, not his former master. It wasn’t the same thing. But still, the memories lingered in the back of his mind like a phantom ready to cloak his mind in darkness.

“So what do you want to do?” Cas asked, her tone gentle and curious. Not patronizing, not pitying, not mocking. Just genuine curiosity.

He ran his hand through his hair again. “I want to forget that whole incident ever happened,” he said. “I want another chance.”

Cas’s eyes turned downcast and she pursed her lips. Then, with a sigh, she picked up the bucket and said, “I’ll think about it.”

It wasn’t the answer he wanted to hear, but it was better than flat out rejection. He would have to take what he could get.

“Thank you,” he said, not knowing how else to respond. “How long do you think you’ll need?”

Cas shrugged. “I don’t know. But I’ll let you know when I figure it out. And we should get back before Shadowheart starts speculating.”

Feeling a little numb and very exposed, Astarion nodded.

He desperately wanted to come out of the conversation with a concrete answer, but all he got was a ‘maybe.’ All he could hope for is that that ‘maybe’ would eventually turn into a ‘yes.’

Maybe, one day, Cas won’t want to let him go either. Maybe she’ll want him just as much as he wanted her.

And maybe, Astarion would finally get to keep something that made him happy.

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i lovee your au about shelby finding the codfather, i'd love to hear more abt it :D

Totally!

It starts when Shelby, trying to develop a wakefulness potion to sell in her shop, makes a batch that is much too strong and dumps it in her backyard. This potion seeps into the ground and manages to slowly stir The Codfather, who has been slumbering under the Evermoor for centuries. He's subconsciously reluctant to wake up after sleeping for so long (think the lizard brain scene from Disco Elysium, the resting world is a lot easier than the one he left) but his stirring disturbs the earth.

Shelby, noticing a newly raised mound of dirt where she dumped the potion, cautiously begins to dig it up wondering if there's a frog vibrating at mach speed under there (Maybe she calls Sausage for help). It's when she reaches something large, scaled, and starting to move is when she starts to get nervous. Emerging from the mud is a hulking swamp monster, 12 feet tall and staring right at her.

Jimmy, who has just woken up from a centuries long depression nap, is more than a bit groggy.

That's the most of what I have down for how it starts, the rest is just story beats and moments. I really like the image of them having tea and talking outside (He's now too tall for door) once Shelby realizes Jimmy isn't actually a monster. Moments where Jimmy gets to talk about his past and reconcile with his traumas. I headcanon that after the fallout settled on the S1 continent and it became hospitable again, the city Shelby is from is actually built where the Crystal Cliffs was, being a magical layline and a place of great arcane historical importance. I think there's a good scene there where Jimmy realizes just how much has changed, the feeling of a place you once walked is now an entirely different place, of no return. Pix giving exposition about how after the Rapture the oceanfolk kingdoms were left to ruin, there people thought to have gone extinct. Perhaps history got muddled over time? "They say the Cod King pressed the very button that led to the end of it all, a final grasp at the power to change history." Lots of ideas ^u^

Also tentatively calling this au "swamp duo au" unless I come up with a better name

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Lesser Known Monster Types Described

An assemblage of simple summaries. Not a replacement for research!

Ahuizotl. Dog-like lake dweller. Has spikes on back. Seizes victim with hand at end of tail.

Aka-Oni. Cousin of Ao-Oni. Cursed former human. Hulking horned rampager. Has red skin.

Alerion. Large razor-winged bird. Drowns self when offspring hatches.

Almiraj. Analogue of unicorn. Rabbit replaces horse. Chaotic. Feared by almost every animal.

Alp. Elf Dwarf hybridization. Vampiric. Can turn invisible. Paralyzes victim. Powers from magic hat.

Alraun♂ and Alraune♀. Plant human hybridization. Fragrant flowering being. Sometimes rooted sometimes roaming. Sometimes vampiric or cannibalistic sometimes feeds like human.

Anthusa or Flower Nymph. Divine blossom guardian. Life-force bound to flowering plant.

Ao-Oni. Cousin of Aka-Oni. Cursed former human. Hulking horned schemer. Has blue skin.

Arachne or Drider. Spider human combination.

Aura or Wind Nymph. Flying offspring of Boreas. Keeps world cool.

Azeman. Inconspicuous parasite of human. Appears human at day bat at night. Vampiric. Feeds from victim's foot.

Bak. Tall water dweller. Shapeshifter. Identity thief. Powers from magic bag.

Bake-Neko. Cousin of Neko-Mata. Elevated former cat. Sizeshifter and shapeshifter. Prefers ordinary cat form. Feeds on lamp oil.

Barometz or Tartarian Lamb. Plant sheep hybridization. Rooted for part of life-cycle.

Behir or Nathair. Cousin of Dragon. Electricity replaces fire. Has no wings but many legs.

Berserker. Voluntary Werecreature. Raging warrior. Transformation from fungus and animal skin.

Bjarndyrakongur. Analogue of unicorn. Polar bear replaces horse. Wise ruler of bear. Glows.

Boggart. Cousin of Brunaidh. Pernicious prankster. Disappears if secret name spoken.

Brollachan or Boneless. Cousin of Vough. Eldritch jelly blob. Psychovampiric. Shapeshifter. Incapable of proper human speech. Loner.

Bugbear. Cousin of Goblin. Large hairy cave dweller. Sometimes harmless prankster sometimes deadly pillager.

Caladrius. Doctor bird. Lives in sun.

Capelobo. Anteater goat human combination. Vampiric. Stuns victim with shriek.

Cecaelia or Octofolk. Analogue of Merfolk. Octopus replaces fish.

Cherufe. Fiery underground being. Shapeshifter. Skin always hot and rocky. Manages geo-phenomena.

Chiruwi. Mysterious being. Like human cut lengthwise. Powerful potioneer.

Culebre. Variety of Dragon. Powerful magic user. Has wings but no legs. Cruel enemy of Xana.

Dingbat. Deer owl combination. Sounds like horse. Harmless prankster.

Draugr or Aptrgangr. Undead former human. Corpse self-reanimated to commit revenge. Eyes always blue. Deanimated when mission accomplished.

Dullahan. Undead former human. Has detachable head.

Efreeti♂ and Efreetah♀. Variety of Genie. Fiery enemy of Djinn. Bound to place instead of item.

Enra-Enra. Smoke being. Frightening but harmless.

Erchitu. Cursed former human. White bull with flaming horns. Brings bad fortune.

Ettin. Cousin of Troll. Giant tormenter of human. Uncivilized. Can have more than one head.

Fext or Matoha. Undead former human. Almost indestructible incorruptible corpse. Sometimes able to resume human-like existence sometimes must regularly return to grave.

Fideal. Green-skinned weed-haired water dweller. Cannibalistic. Drowns victim.

Firbolg. Cousin of Fomorian. Giant forest dweller. Once proud race. Nature guardian.

Fomorian. Cousin of Firbolg. Giant cave dweller. Once proud race. Individually deformed. Can control weather and cause disease.

Garkain. Hideous jungle dweller. Cannibalistic. Glides through air and suffocates victim with skin-flaps.

Garuda. Huge mountable bird. Sometimes partly human.

Glawackus. Bear wildcat hybridization. Sounds like hyena. Stuns victim with gaze.

Gonakadet or Sea Wolf. Elevated former human. Huge wolf with fins. Brings good fortune.

Gorgad. Agile jungle dweller. Male basically human. Female covered with fur. Not to be confused with Gorgon.

Hamadryad or Tree Nymph. Divine forest guardian. Life-force bound to broad-leafed tree.

Hecatoncheir or Centimane. Giant offspring of Uranus. Rock-hurling enemy of Titan. Has 50 heads and 100 arms.

Heliad or Sun Nymph. Radiant offspring of Helios. Cries amber tears.

Hodag. Huge hairy beast. Has assortment of spikes. Produces stench.

Ijiraq. Child stealer. Shapeshifter. Eyes always red.

Iku-Turso. Huge antlered sea serpent.

Jenglot. Animated doll. Spirit summoned by magic user. Vampiric. Gains fleshly essence by feeding.

Jiangshi. Undead former human. Psychovampiric. Has unnatural coloration and stiffness. Moves by hopping.

Jinmenken. Dog human combination. Fast runner. Loner. Frightening but harmless.

Karkadann. Unicorn rhinoceros hybridization. Cries carnelian tears.

Kikimora. Cousin of Brunaidh. Human bird hybridization. Easily offended. Can switch from mild-mannered helper to chaotic occupier.

Kinnara♂ and Kinnari♀. Human bird combination. Has both arms and wings. Male sometimes like female sometimes like Centaur. Magnificent human protector. Inspires art.

Korred or Corrigan. Enchanting forest dweller. Bewitching female appears basically human but sometimes small. Ugly at day beautiful at night. Confuses or steals human with magic dancing. Chaotic male appears as horse or goat.

Lakhe♂ and Lasin♀. Large tusked forest dweller. Has red or blue skin. Cannibalistic.

Lampad or Torch Nymph. Sullen marching worshiper of Hecate.

Leucrotta or Crocotta. Deer lion combination. Wily predator of human. Has wide mouth with bone-strips instead of teeth. Speech mimic.

Maenad or Mad Nymph. Wild dancing worshiper of Dionysus.

Makara. Huge trunked sea serpent.

Marid. Variety of Genie. Chaotic watery being. Not bound to item or place.

Melusine. Dragon human combination. Powerful magic user. Appears human but must regularly resume true form.

Merrow. Cousin of Merfolk. Female visits land as human with webbed hands and webbed feet. Transformation from magic hat. Male avoids land.

Miage-Nyudo. Intimidating predator of human. Appears human but can increase height. Can only feed on fearful victim.

Myrmidon. Ant human hybridization. Disciplined warrior.

Nachzehrer. Undead former human. Corpse self-reanimated to slay former loved-one. Psychovampiric. Sometimes has horns. Deanimated when mission accomplished.

Nack or Nixie. Cousin of Pixie. Water-controlling water dweller. Sometimes harmless prankster sometimes deadly lurer. Female human-like but swampy green. Male horse fox human combination.

Neko-Mata. Cousin of Bake-Neko. Elevated former cat. Has forked tail. Shapeshifter. Cemetery guardian. Fond of dancing.

Nephela or Cloud Nymph. Floating offspring of Oceanus. Manages water-cycle.

Ningen. Huge wide-mouthed sea monster. Runs across ice-sheets.

Nue. Monkey tiger snake combination. Sings sad song. Brings bad fortune.

Obda. Merry forest dweller. Has backwards body. Breathes with holes in armpits. Harasses human with tickling or forced dancing. Spawns from lost blood.

Oread or Mountain Nymph. Divine mountain guardian. Life-force bound to cone-bearing tree.

Papinijuwari. Monoeyed hunter. Vampiric. Sizeshifter.

Patasola. Monopedal jungle dweller. Vampiric. Sometimes partly animal.

Peryton. Deer eagle combination. Wise enemy of human. Bathes in blood. Lived in Atlantis.

Peuchen. Snake bat combination. Feeds on human heart. Stuns victim with whistle.

Pombero. Small hairy forest dweller. Silent enemy of Siren. Has backwards feet. Stuns victim with hand. Steals voice.

Pugot. Large hairy tree dweller. Headless. Has wide mouth on top of torso. Sometimes harmless thief sometimes ferocious cannibal.

Qilin. Dragon deer ox combination. Brings good fortune.

Rokurokubi. Charismatic parasite of human. Appears human but can extend neck. Psychovampiric. Fond of vermin.

Rusalka. Enchanting water dweller. Deadly lurer. Steals or drowns human.

Serket or Girtablilu. Scorpion human combination.

Shachihoko. Dragon carp combination. Has golden scales and sharp spikes. Can control weather.

Shikigami. Animated paper-doll. Spirit summoned by magic user.

Snallygaster. Huge monoeyed bird. Partly metal. Seizes victim with talons or tentacles.

Snawfus. Majestic mountain dweller. White winged deer. Produces mist.

Spriggan. Cousin of Pixie. Sizeshifter. Lives in ancient ruins. Can cause disease. Sometimes guards treasure.

Su or Succarath. Wildcat ape hybridization. Quadrupedal forest dweller. Has wasp-shaped torso and broad tail. Frenzied render of any approaching being. Caring parent.

Sylph. Light-bodied flying being. Embodies element of air.

Tariaksuq. Caribou human combination. Invisible hunter. Shadow visible.

Tarrasque. Variety of Dragon. Extra pair of legs replace wings. Voracious. Has magnificent mane and rugged natural armor.

Troglodyte. Robust cave dweller. Uncivilized. Sometimes basically human sometimes partly reptile.

Tsuchinoko. Broad-bodied leaping snake.

Tsukumogami. Animated inanimate object. Spirit spawns from 100 years of human ownership.

Undine. Cold-blooded swimming being. Embodies element of water.

Urisk. Cousin of Faun. Nature guardian. Loner.

Vaettrar. Tiny helper or prankster. Enters house from drain.

Vibria. Dragon eagle human combination. Has wings but no hind legs. Inspires joy.

Vodyanoi♂ and Vodyanitsa♀. Slimy water dweller. Male human frog hybridization. Female human-like but cold and slippery. Demands gift or sacrifice. Steals or drowns human if not propitiated.

Vough. Cousin of Brollachan. Shadowy lurker. Has webbed hands and webbed feet. Breathes with hole in head. Can transform into jelly blob.

Vrykolakas. Undead former human. Appears basically human but has wolf-like posture. Feeds on human liver.

Vulpangue. Flat fox. Envelopes victim.

Wemic or Leotaur. Analogue of Centaur. Lion replaces horse.

Wittewijven. Secretive wise being. Lives in ancient ruins or pit cave. Appears human but ghostly white. Can transform into mist. Fond of dancing.

Xana. Pleasing water dweller. Capricious. Sometimes gives treasure sometimes steals child. Not to be confused with Zanna.

Yacuruna. Mysterious water dweller. Has green or blue skin. Wise but unpredictable. Sometimes heals human sometimes steals human. Can transform into dolphin.

Yale or Centicore. Horse boar elephant combination. Has swiveling horns.

Yedua or Jidra. Plant human hybridization. Rooted perpetually. Vicious eater of any reachable being. Inspires evil.

Yuxa. Elevated former snake. Has poisonous spikes or sting. Sly. Can appear human or reptile or combination.

Zagh. Bird human combination. Speaks every language.

Zanna. Child protector. Invisible to adult. Not to be confused with Xana.

Zityron or Sea Soldier. Large walking fish. Lives in water but grazes on land. Has natural armor like plate-mail.

So many possibilities!

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