#oh Oskar I missed you

[thechaoticdruid]

[The Spawn Vs The Ascendant] (4)

Astarion(s) x Tav

Plot: The conclusion of the sad tale of the Vampire Ascendant and his Fair Consort and the beginning of the showdown between the Spawn and the Ascendant.

Content/Warnings: No F!Tav this chapter, Major Angst, gore, blood, slight suggestive themes, toxic master and slave relationship, depressed M!Tav, Ascended Astarion should be his own warning, death, like a lot of people die...

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[Save Game 2:Crimson Palace, 5 years post game.]

Tav sat upon his master's lap, trying to remain as still as possible as the artist captured their likenesses with a skilled, but clearly nervous hand. The human man held his paintbrush shaking as he glanced back to see the vampire lord staring right at him. His eyes were practically glowing red as he smiled at him maliciously, almost daring him to make a mistake. The lord’s consort glanced over at the mortal man with pity in his red orbs. He knew his master was completely reveling in the artist’s fear. Astarion kept an arm wrapped possessively around Tav, his hand slipping under the back of his waist coat and gently caressing the cool skin of his back. 

Tav huffed a bit, trying to keep his gaze focused on the poor artist and ignore the hand that was oh so close to sliding down the back of his pants. His master's hedonistic ways were honestly getting tiresome for Tav to indulge. Using sex as a way to make peace with his master was getting more and more tedious. Pleasurable as it was, it just made Tav feel empty afterwards. Unloved. 

Tav grit his teeth as he suddenly felt a hand slide down the back of his pants to grope him. A hand he immediately yanked away. 

“Stop it, please.” Tav said, pulling his master's hand away from his ass. “I really don't want you doing this when Abby could walk in at any moment.” He huffed. 

“She’s studying right now, darling. No one will notice anything as long as you stay quiet about it, pet.” Astarion gripped Tav's chin and made him meet his eyes.  The poor artist was struggling to keep up with the two lords moving while he was trying to capture their likenesses. Thankfully he was close enough to finishing. 

“My lords, it is finished.” He said before stepping to the side of his canvas. Astarion looked over to the artist’s work before guesting for Tav to get off his lap. Tav did so almost immediately before looking over at the portrait with interest. It was memorizing, very life-like and so utterly exquisite! 

“It's beautiful, Oskar.” Tav complimented as he looked over at the mortal man with a kind smile, “truly, no one could have done it better.” The spawn praised. 

“T-Thank you my lord!” The artist replied, his nervous gaze was kept on Astarion who looked the painting up and down with an unimpressed grimace. 

“I will admit, you are far better than the last pathetic whelp I hired to paint us, but the piece is missing something…” Astarion grinned before taking a few steps towards his canvas. 

“Is it!? I was sure I captured an exact recreation of your likenesses. What's missing?” Oskar looked over the canvas in worry, eyes scanning the painting frantically. Astarion tapped a claw-like nail against the center of the painting.

“Just a bit of red…..Right here!” The vampire lord suddenly smashed Oskar’s head right through the painting and onto the ground, splattering blood everywhere. 

“Astarion! What the hells!?” Tav screamed, shaking in shock and anger, “he was just a scared innocent man!”

“He got on my nerves. And he kept painting my face incorrectly,” Astarion said, gesturing to the area around his cheek and mouth.

“You killed him because he painted your laugh lines!? I cannot fucking believe you! You’re a godsdamned psychopath!” Tav gritted his teeth with snarl, fist clenched as he prepared to strike at his master but then he stopped and stormed off.

Tav ran to their shared bedroom and sobbed into his pillow. He was doing this just to get rise out of Tav now. Ever since Tav stopped being his sweet obedient little love Astarion seemed almost spiteful at times. Killing for no other reason than the fact he could and always wanting Tav to watch. Sometimes Astarion had a reason and sometimes he did it just for sick pleasure. Albeit his reasons weren't exactly justified by any means.

Tav remembered a kind adventurer he met at The Blushing Mermaid one night, not too long after the Elder Brain had been defeated. He was a half-elf cleric, handsome and chivalrous. Tav and the half-elf man drank and had a long talk about all the ways Baldur's Gate could be made better for everyone.  He wanted to open his own hospital and heal those in need, those who could barely afford to care for themselves.The cleric made Tav laugh and blush, and even offered to meet him again for a drink sometime. Tav was tempted, but he turned him down saying he wasn't sure how his fiancé would feel about it and told him he probably wouldn't be happy.  And he was right…

Tav awoke later that night to screams in the palace and quickly ran to the source. Astarion was bending the poor half-elf cleric’s arm backwards, dislocating it from his socket with a sickening sounding crunch.

“Astarion!? What are you doing!?” Tav cried out, red eyes full of horror.

“I was just entertaining your lovely little friend here. I must say he is rather handsome, quite the fine specimen you found. You will come and join us, won't you, my treasure?” Astarion purred, acting completely indifferent to what he had just done to the poor helpless man. Tav frowned and stepped forward shakily.  “Good boy~. Now stand perfectly still and do not move from that spot, no matter what.” Astarion said with a glow of red eyes. 

“My love please!” Tav begged as a red aura surrounded his body, forbidding from moving from where he stood.

“Ah, ah, ah, no means no, my darling.” Astarion shook a finger at him before turning his attention to the terrified cleric.

“Tav! What's going on!? Why can't you move!?” He asked in a pleading voice, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.

“I'm sorry….” Was all Tav could say before Astarion sank his fangs into the poor man's neck. 

The vampire spawn grit his teeth, watching as his master drained the sweet fool dry. The vampire lord held the mortal’s head tightly, gorging himself on the young man's precious ichor as all he could do was shake and twitch in pain as his heart slowed to a stop.

Within minutes the half elf’s body fell to the ground with a thud. Eyes wide and mouth agape as he laid there lifelessly.  Astarion wiped the blood from his lips and licked it off his fingers.

“You didn't tell me you were going out tonight.” Astarion said coldly. 

“I didn't think I had to!” Tav snapped.

“You are mine. You will not go anywhere without me knowing and you will certainly not bed anyone without my say so!” He snarled, jealous venom dripping from every word.

“Bed him!? Is that what this is about!? I never even touched him! I told him I was going back to you for fucks sake!” Tav shouted, tears beginning to fall. Astarion's gaze softened, and he dropped his compulsion over Tav before watching as the spawn fell to his knees sobbing. 

Tav sniffled into his pillow, the whites of his eyes beginning to turn pink as his eyes got puffy. Suddenly the door creaked open.

“Daddy?” Abigail’s small voice called out as the little half-elf girl peeked her head in. “Daddy!” She smiled before scampering over towards Tav as he rubbed his eyes and sat up. 

“I made this for you!” The seven-year-old took out a piece of paper from her pocket and unfolded it, revealing a picture of a red dragon.  Tav rubbed his eyes and smiled softly at the little girl.

“Thank you, sweetie.” He said taking the drawing from her as she sat on the side of the bed with him. 

“I'm glad you like it!” She smiled and leaned in to hug him, he returned the hug and ruffled her blonde curls. “I finished my studies, teacher said I'm getting really good at magic! Do you think Papa will be proud of me?” Abby asked, tilting her small head as her elven ears twitched. Tav hesitated. He still wasn't fully comfortable with the young girl calling him and Astarion Daddy and Papa, considering he never wanted to bring her into their home in the first place. But Astarion's word was law and somehow the vampire Ascendant had convinced himself that this would somehow salvage their relationship.

“I'm sure he will, darling.” Tav patted her head, wanting to kick himself for the sweet lie he just told her. Astarion, despite thinking this was the solution to his and Tav’s problems, wasn't a very attentive parent. He tended to ignore the poor girl most of the time, unless she actually showed an impressive display of power with her magical talents she'd slowly began to develop after being brought to live with them.  He often joked about training her to be an adorable little weapon before turning her when she became of age. Two ideas that Tav utterly despised and frequently voiced his disapproval of only to be brushed off by the Vampire Ascendant. 

But other than an occasional praise or pat on the head for whenever she did something that impressed him, Astarion didn't pay much attention to Abby. Tav was thankful that he also didn't ever harm her and kept his sadistic and murderous tendencies to a minimum in her presence, but it was also sad that she lacked the connection that she craves from him.

“The servants won't let me in the ballroom to show him what I learned today though. They're mean.” Abigail huffed. Tav chuckled nervously, internally grimacing at the memory of the poor painter’s head splattered all over the floor.

“They probably are just cleaning it up, my dear. The floors were beginning to get messy.” Tav said, feeling a nervous lump in his throat.

“Daddy, you look scared…Are you okay? Should we go find Papa?” Abigail asked.

“No! I-I…..” Tav began before suddenly being interrupted.

“I'm here, my darlings.” Astarion suddenly opened the door and stepped inside. 

“Papa!” Abby jumped up from where she sat, running over to the vampire lord like an excited little pup. “I learned something new today! Watch! Watch!” She cheered. Astarion stared down at her with an unamused expression but allowed the girl to continue. Abby waved her arms, concentrating before suddenly pushing a chair slightly across the room with her magic.

“Hmm…Perhaps there's hope for you yet.” Astarion gave the girl a slight rub on the head, causing her eyes to light up before he turned his attention to Tav. “Did I hear that my precious treasure was frightened?” 

“Daddy was scared, Papa! I think he needs a hug!” Abigail chimed in. 

“Indeed, I think you're right, darling.” Astarion said before approaching Tav. Tav bit his lip, a sickening feeling bubbling within his belly, the urge to move away from Astarion’s touch was increasing by the moment.

Astarion sat beside him, allowing Abby to climb in his lap. “Is something the matter, my sweet little husband?” Astarion asked. His voice sounded sickeningly sweet and so fake, but Tav needed to keep his calm, especially since Abby was right here. 

“I…um…. No, my love…I just…. I was napping and had a bad dream…” Tav said before feeling Astarion slink an arm around him and pull him close. Abby leaned over and hugged Tav once more. The male spawn but his lip as he glared slightly at Astarion. What was his game today?  He acts like a complete monster and then pretends nothing happened, like he didn't just slaughter an innocent man in their own home! He literally murders someone right in front of him and then wants to play house like they're one big happy family! It was utterly infuriating!

“Abby, my love. I need to speak with Daddy alone.” Astarion said as he moved one of Abby's stray curls over. 

“Okay Papa…” Abby said sadly before getting up and scampering out of the bedroom. 

“Perhaps my little outburst earlier was a bit unnecessary…” Astarion said with a sigh, though his tone didn't sound sorry in the slightest. Tav remained silent, refusing to speak because he knew if he did, nothing would stop him from screaming his head off at the man next to him. 

“I…I didn't like how you were praising him. How you smiled so warmly at him. You never do the same for me. Not anymore.” 

“And why in the nine hells do you think that is, hm?” Tav finally spoke, trying his damndest to suppress a growl. “I gave you everything, Astarion. I fought for you, I killed for you, I even fucking died for you, but nothing is ever enough, is it? You just take and take and expect me to believe that you still fucking love me! That you actually give a damn about me after everything you've done!” 

“I do love you!” Astarion suddenly grabbed Tav's wrists. “Can't you understand everything I've done is for us!?” Astarion hissed out. 

“And murdering innocent people in front of me is for my own good is that what you're saying?” Tav almost laughed at the absurdity.

“You knew exactly what I was the moment we met! Don't act like this is a shock! This is what I am! This is what we are….” 

“I would never harm an innocent…” Tav spat.

“What about all the souls we sacrificed in the ritual? They weren't all corrupt villains you know…Your hands are just as bloody as mine, my dear…” Astarion growled through gritted teeth.

Tav bit his lip, tears welling up in his eyes once again.  “I didn't want to do it…. I just…. I thought you'd leave me….” Astarion frowned, gaze softening as he watched Tav break down and sob into his hands. Astarion let out a sigh before he scooted closer to Tav and pulled the smaller male against his body.  

“You have me forever now, is this not what you wanted?” Astarion asked, holding Tav against his chest in a gentle, but possessive grip.

“I-I…. I don't know…. I just want things to be like they were between us…Before everything…” Tav stuttered.

“They can, my love. They can.” Astarion whispered before kissing Tav’s tears away, “I will give you whatever you want, all you need to do is stay by my side….” He pressed his forehead against Tav's, crimson eyes both locked together.

Tav buried his face into Astarion's chest and the two of them stayed like that for a while, until Astarion noticed his lover’s hands shaking a little.

“You haven't fed for days, have you?” He hummed. 

“I don't like it.” Tav muttered.

“My stubborn little love, you're going to end up driving yourself mad with hunger.” Astarion huffed.

“I don't care.” Tav grumbled, face pressed into his master's chest. 

“You will if Abigail is harmed because of it.” That statement alone caused Tav to go quiet. Astarion simply proceeds to undo the strings of his shirt, pulling it down and exposing his neck and shoulder to the spawn. “Feed, my pet.” 

Tav doesn't even hesitate, the insatiable hunger roaring within forces him to bite down onto his master’s neck in seconds. The blood of his sire was absolutely divine, each drop delighting his senses. Astarion smiled as he felt Tav begin to drink from him. 

“Ahh…Yes, good boy…” The Vampire Ascendant moaned, cupping the back of his consort’s head gently as Tav continued to suckle upon his skin. 

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[Save Game 2: Crimson Palace 15 years post-game.]

“I told you this would happen Astarion!” Tav snapped, fangs bared. “You just couldn't just stop with Baldur's Gate, couldn't you!? Now you've gone and endangered us all!” 

“We're not in any danger, my sweet. These monster hunters are no threat, we'll just crush them like we always do.”

“Papa is right, Dad!  And I can help too now that I'm strong enough!” Abigail said with a smirk, an ominous black and purple magic, swirled around her hands. “We’ll crush them together!” 

“That's my girl, come on then!” Astarion smiled maliciously. Tav frowned, watching his husband and daughter rush head on into the conflict like complete fools. Astarion was strong, but the monster hunters had more numbers this time. They surrounded the manor, ramming their way in through the front door and cutting down the charmed servants first. Tav took the form of a black panther and prepared himself for a fight. 

Astarion’s plans for world conquest were beginning to spread across the Sword Coast. He had a decent number of spawns now to do his bidding, but despite this many of them had been cut down by these hunters who traced his children back to him. Now they were invading his home, hoping to snuff out this vampiric infestation at its source. 

In the grand scheme of things, it was supposed to be simple, build an army, take over the world. At least that's how Astarion himself always put it. Tav had always told him it would be foolish to think that the world would just let him do so, but he was THE VAMPIRE ASCENDANT as he oh so very often said. He was invincible! In his own mind anyway.

The hunters stormed the crimson palace, killing everyone in sight. Abigail stayed with Astarion, watching his back as they tore right through the hunters together, scattering bloody severed limbs all over the castle. Astarion had a bliss filled sadistic smile upon his face which never faltered even a little as he sliced through his mortal foes with Cazador's old blade. The same one he used to carve the infernal runes into his old master’s back. 

Abigail was less messy than her vampiric father. She summoned elementals to join the fray, shot lightning bolts and fireballs, she even had a wicked where she could make someone's body inflate until they exploded. 

Tav used his claws and teeth to defend himself, tearing apart any hunter's who got too close. The battle was quick and bloody, turning a good portion of their home into a warzone. As the fight came to a close Tav was suddenly pierced through the head by a crossbow bolt, doing considerable damage and forcing him out of his wildshape.  The bolt dropped to the ground as he transformed, his wound now gone as if it had never happened. He looked around frantically for the source of the attack before seeing a familiar figure stepping towards him. An elven woman approached him, holding a crossbow in one hand and a wooden stake in the other.  Tav wasn't sure why he froze, perhaps it was just fear? No, that wasn't right. There was a click sound from the stake being loaded into the crossbow though it barely even registered as memories began to flood into Tav's mind. 

That day at the beach when Astarion had a dagger to his throat. 

The night at camp when Astarion had fed from him for the first time. 

After the tiefling party when the two of them first made love. 

And Astarion’s confession at Moonrise. 

It all came back before suddenly there was a piercing pain in his chest as he suddenly coughed up blood. His legs gave way and he fell to the ground with a stake through his heart. The last thing to ever grace his ears were screams of his lover.

“TAV!” Astarion rushed over to his spawn in an instant and grabbed his shoulders. “Wake up, damn you!” Astarion cupped Tav's face in his hand as tears began to stream down his face as Tav’s lifeless eyes stared back at him.

“T-Tav, my sweet, my heart, I forbid you to die!” He sobbed, grabbing hold of the stake and tearing it out. “You are mine and I am yours…And if we die, we die together…Do you not understand!? Answer me!!” Astarion’s eyes flashed red, but nothing happened to the body. It was far too late.

The elven huntress prepared her crossbow to take another aim, this time at The Vampire Ascendant now that he was grief stricken with the loss of his beloved consort. She loaded a second stake, but before she could fire it a vine lasso snatched the weapon from her hand before yanking it away. Abigail glared back at the elf; her face full of rage as stomped across the sea of corpses that littered the floor. In no more than a moment she casts hold person on the hunter. 

The Vampire Ascendant held Tav in his arms, his face buried into his neck as he murmured to him in elvish.  From what Abigail could hear he was repeating a declaration of love to Tav over and over. 

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Astarion had Tav’s body sealed away in a coffin, deep under the Palace. Abigail was ordered to place a magical spell on the body to keep it preserved. The elven hunter was now chained up within the kennels, glaring back at the vampire lord as he paced the room.  “My husband was better than I ever was. He was too kind for his own good. He even protected those filthy peasants you begged your lover to spare and you killed him for it.” 

“You killed my husband so I killed yours. Is that not a fair trade-” Astarion quickly wrapped his hand around her throat, squeezing hard and making her gasp.

“Tav’s life was 1000 times more valuable than any pathetic excuse of a spouse you ever had!” Astarion snapped, nearly crushing the woman's windpipe and making her face turn purple. But he soon stopped before any permanent damage was done. Osha gasped, breathing in and out slowly as Astarion began to think. He glanced over at Abigail who looked through her books. Her eyes scan through them in hopes of finding some way to fix this mess or at least ensure Osha suffered immensely. She came across a ritual that would give someone the ability to manipulate time itself, though it would likely require an entire city’s worth of mortal souls.   

“Papa I-......”

“Do not call me that anymore!” Astarion snapped at her. “Tav is gone…I'm done playing house…” Astarion said coldly, but Abigail could see a flicker of sadness in his eyes. 

“Yes…. Forgive me Master ....” The half-elf said, head hanging low. 

“Now, what to do with you….?” Astarion sighed and glared over into Osha’s eyes, his nose crinkling in disgust.

“Do what you must! I am ready to join Magnus in the next life!” Osha huffed out.

“Oh, you precious little thing…. You're not going to die today……You're not going die for a very long time yet….” A sadistic smirk spread over Astarion's face before he approached her slowly, gripping her chin and turning her head. “From this day on you are mine to torment….” He whispered into her ear before sinking his fangs down into her neck. 

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[Save Game 1: Act 3, Crimson Palace.]

The Vampire Ascendant huffed in pain as he composed himself. He needed to find her. He needed to make sure she couldn't escape. 

His red eyes glanced over to the gith and the half elf as they stood side by side. 

“Find Tav quickly and bring her to me.” He ordered. The two female spawn nodded before turning on their heels and beginning their search. Astarion bit his lip with worry, he came so far, went through all this trouble just to get Tav back.

After the scribe of the dead denied his demand to return his beloved to him, stating that “his fate was sealed the moment thou sired him,” he had only one choice left. To tear time itself apart. The price to get here was far too great to turn back now.  The Ascendant paced through his ballroom, his eyes glancing up at a painting of his old master. 

You failed him. He's dead because of your weakness. You were never meant for love, foolish boy.

He could almost hear his old master's voice taunting him as he glared at the portrait. Astarion pulled out his blade before slicing it in half with a grunt of frustration. 

“Heh, I never cared for that painting either. It was always taunting me with that stupid grin of his.” A voice piped up from behind the Ascendant. 

“What are you doing here?” The Lord questioned, not bothering to look back. The stranger's voice which mirrored his own was all he needed to hear to know who it was. The Spawn.

“You know exactly why I'm here.” The Spawn hummed. “Now where is she?”

“Honestly I don't know. She slipped right through my fingers…I'll get her back of course. I won't give up what is mine.” 

“She's not yours, don't you understand? Tav doesn't belong to anyone! Have you forgotten what it was like to be owned and kept like a pet!?” The spawn hissed out. 

“I would never treat her the way Cazador treated me! I would…I will give her everything.” The Ascendant finally turned around to face his counterpart, blade drawn and pointed towards him.

“Darling, you can lie to everyone else in this wretched world except me.” The spawn said with a frown. “Let it go. Chasing Cazador's shadow has clearly cost you your Tav. I won't stand by and let the same happen to mine.” 

“And what would you have me do? Just give up? Say sorry and leave with my tail between my legs? Pft!” The Ascendant scoffed.

“Return home and find a new path. One that's yours to choose.” The spawn said, “We don't have to be the monsters that Cazador made us…We can be more…” He smiled slightly, lifting up his hand to the Ascendant as if to call a truce.  The Ascendant hesitated, looking at the hand cautiously as if it was some kind of trap before slowly reaching out, his own lips forming a grin.

“I am more than any of you will ever be….” Suddenly the Ascendant rammed his blade right through the Spawn's stomach.

“ASTARION!!!” A voice screamed out.

To be continued.....

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⛧critical failure

pairing: astarion/gender-neutral bard tav, astarion/gender-neutral bard reader (second person)

spoilers for act 3

sfw, friends to lovers :)

2,547 words

posted this on ao3, liked it and thought it'd be nice to put on here too after fixing some typoes

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“You know,” Astarion says, a singsong tone to the disapproval in his voice. “Was this really the best use of your gold, my dear?” He tilts his head in that way you’ve previously found handsome, but now it’s terribly infuriating.

It takes all the willpower in your body to not scream at the fool standing in front of you. Well, yes, Astarion! It could almost be a life-changing use of my gold, if you’d just fucking notice that I’ve been gathering expensive memorabilia of you for the past few days, priorities like a gigantic cult-brain be damned.

larian doesn’t make astarion react even if you go through great lengths to show him his own face. it fills me with joy to think about how you could get an entire statue commissioned of the guy and he would just shrug and wonder to himself who that handsome elf is LOL

in this timeline you (tav) don’t sleep with astarion at the tiefling party because you were a lightweight drunk out of your mind. yes, you curse yourself for missing that opportunity every single passing day at camp.

An unexpected perk of renting out the entire second floor of the Elfsong Tavern was being able to decorate the place as much as you liked, giving it a personal touch for as long as you made camp there. You made it a habit to bring back as many stuffed animals you encountered along the way in your journey, cramming plush owlbears and kittens into your pack as carefully as you could to avoid staining them with blood.

Occasionally, you hung up the odd painting or two, but none that were especially valuable — just the ones their previous owners wouldn’t miss. Though, you had to admit that none of them struck a particular chord. Perhaps you just haven’t ransacked enough abandoned homes.

Out of all the heroic acts you can tell the tale of, you would consider exterminating ghosts to free a possessed artist to be one of the weirdest. When Oskar Fevras, finally back to his senses, offers to draw a painting of you, you’re tempted for a moment to take him up on his offer. A gallant, heroic portrait of the aspiring saviour of Baldur’s Gate! It’s the stuff of a bard’s dreams. A perfect centrepiece for camp, would it not be? Except, you suddenly hear an exaggerated sigh from your right.

“You know, I’m just starting to think that rescuing the poor artist from the Zhentarim was more trouble than it was worth,” Astarion muses aloud. “A painting, after all of that slo-“

“Hold on,” you interject hurriedly and wide-eyed despite your attempts to sound As Normal As Possible. You turn to the rest of your party, a growing smile on your features.

“I need to have a talk with Oskar. In private. Artist to artist. Just for a minute!”

You’re all too eager to guide your party back to the bottom of the staircase, before returning to the artist with an excited glimmer in your eye. Oh, Gods, this is going to be amazing. Surely, you can get away with calling this a simple, friendly gesture without being questioned too much. In a hushed tone, you discuss your very specific request with the artist, keeping your voice low to avoid it being picked up by pointy, elven ears.

When you return to camp with your new painting titled ‘The Sanguine Seducer’ (Oskar had a…peculiar taste for names), you find an appropriate spot on the wall for it. Not too near the muse’s side of camp for it to be too obvious, but near enough for him to eventually take notice.

To your dismay, said muse does not value your new find in the same way, even when you ask him about it while stifling your excitement.

“Another one to add to the collection, I suppose.” Astarion says, acting far too nonchalant for your liking.

You realise that to a vampire with no ability to see his own reflection, it’s another portrait in the same vein as the others on the wall. You have half a mind to tear that picture of the maid holding a duster to shreds, as well as the one of the Red Prince hung up next to it. Instead, with a soft sigh, you return to your side of the second floor after bidding Astarion a curt goodbye, balling up the fists resting on your lap. Should’ve just gotten Oskar to paint me, bloodied armour and all.

Your other companions either don’t acknowledge the painting’s inspiration, or were intentionally refusing to. You don’t blame them — if your own shame was this overwhelming, the second-hand embarrassment must be painful as well. And with a few days having passed, it’s far too late for you to just tell him. Well, it isn’t, but your immature sense of pride wouldn’t allow for it.

Was there any other contrived way you could show Astarion a reflection of himself? Your mind whirs with the same intensity as it does in battle, trying very subtly not to burn a hole into the vampire’s forehead with your stare. How did he make reading a tome look good? And how did a man this well-read not recognise himself, or at least, the admittedly well-painted replica of his visage?

One fine afternoon, you chance upon a corpse, or at least, what little was left of it. You'd recognise the garish pattern on that mangled pant leg anywhere. It’s heavier than expected, and you end up relying on Lae’zel to haul Dribbles’ leg back to camp. You follow her in grimacing at the bloody, squelching sound it makes as she places it in her pack. Just as you were about to leave that awful cavern, it finally clicks. That Mephit from the circus.

As the rest of your companions take a well-deserved day of respite, you leave camp early with a stash of long-forgotten equipment, every piece having been replaced with something far more suited to the battles ahead. After what seemed to be hours of bartering with the local merchants, your pockets feel a great deal heavier, interrupting the spring in your step that you would’ve had otherwise.

Stoney is more than happy to receive your gold, and just as promised, you find ‘Astarion the Sensuous' delivered to your door the next day. Of course, this comes with a fair bit of judgmental stares from your fellow adventurers. Unfortunately, it includes Astarion himself, his expression quizzical as he looked upwards at the sculpture.

“You know,” Astarion says, a singsong tone to the disapproval in his voice. “Was this really the best use of your gold, my dear?” He tilts his head in that way you’ve previously found handsome, but now it’s terribly infuriating.

It takes all the willpower in your body to not scream at the fool standing in front of you. Well, yes, Astarion! It could almost be a life-changing use of my gold, if you’d just fucking notice that I’ve been gathering expensive memorabilia of you for the past few days, priorities like a gigantic cult-brain be damned.

The only thing that stops you is the thought of how Astarion’s face has been lost to time for him, after centuries of losing the man he used to be. It keeps you barely grounded, leaving a bitter taste on your tongue. Perhaps if you had just bedded him, which he seemed very willing to participate in during that party with the tieflings, instead of snoring into your bedroll, you would be able to muster up the courage to just yell at him.

That same night, you vent your frustrations with one too many rounds of Hoot’s Hooch, wallowing in your muddied thoughts. The painting. The statue. Astarion. His past. How much you’d like to see Cazador Szarr’s head on a stick.

After a few more drinks, you find yourself somehow both temporarily blinded and dancing uncontrollably. If not for Karlach mercifully pulling you back to the Elfsong Tavern, perhaps you would’ve been there trotting your feet clumsily through the night.

When you’ve all but given up on showing Astarion his own reflection, it happens when you least expect it.

Battling Cazador Szarr is quite possibly the worst experience of your life. There was already so much to take in from your way to the site of the Black Mass — those poor Gur children, that harrowing list of names, Sebastian. Not only are you fighting an incredibly powerful vampire lord, but you have to squash that blasted lump in your throat threatening to bring tears to your eyes in the process.

You emerge triumphant, but barely alive. Your chest rises and falls heavily as you attempt to regulate your breathing to the best of your ability, taking laboured inhales and exhales. Through blurry eyes, it takes all of your concentration to focus on the unfolding aftermath. Astarion, after centuries of being puppeteered, finally had the upper hand against Cazador. You wouldn’t want to miss it for the world.

“Get over here. We can do this,” Astarion beckons, an uncharacteristically desperate tone to his voice.

Your own comes out raspy, and the metallic taste of the dried-up blood staining your gums is equally as horrific. “What do you need?”

“I need your eyes. In a manner of speaking.”

Before Astarion can specify what exactly he needed your eyes for, your tadpole is all too eager to reach out. Your perspective floods Astarion’s mind in a series of vignettes of silver curls, sharp fangs, and deft fingers. The same features he’s seen at camp, both painted in deliberate strokes and painstakingly carved into marble. Alongside them, a heart-wrenching sense of longing that has festered for far too long.

Whether for better or for worse, fatigue overwhelms any potential embarrassment you could have had. The tadpole’s connection is severed as suddenly as it was formed, your body and mind completely exhausted to their limits. And as you find yourself falling to the floor, you utter out what you had wanted to say all day, ever since you entered this damned castle. What you had wordlessly thought to yourself as you watched him pace through the halls, looking the most vulnerable he had ever been, wanting to be anywhere but here.

“Astarion…Please, stay…”

You wake up in a cold sweat, your upper body screaming in residual pain as you lift yourself up from the bed. Rapidly blinking, you scan your surroundings, familiar wooden walls dyed orange hues of the sunset, gentle light streaming in from the windows. The Elfsong Tavern. To your left, ‘The Sanguine Seducer’. By the door, ‘Astarion the Sensuous’.

To your right, the man himself, seated on the floor beside you and once again absorbed in a tome.

“Astarion,” you choke out, your tongue now dry and tacky in your mouth. It breaks his concentration, and he immediately turns his head upwards to look at you. With a single movement of his wrist, the book shuts with a satisfying thump. You meet his gaze, the inner corners of your eyebrows raised in panicked concern. Did he complete the rite? Is he the Vampire Ascendant now? Or is this the same Astarion you saw in the morning, lost and confused and all he ever remembered was that poor excuse of a home?

“Please tell me you-“

“Dead. I’m free from him. Forever.”

Oh, thank the gods.

“The vampire spa-”

“All of them are making their way to the Underdark as we speak. And yes, including my siblings. Someone has to make sure they keep their fangs away from whatever horrors may be lurking around.“

“The oth-“

“Our other travelling companions have very graciously decided they’d rather leave us alone for….whatever this is.”

“Can you stop interrupting me?” You sputter in frustration.

“It was impossibly easy to guess what questions you’d ask, with how long I’ve had to wait for you to wake up. Now, have some water. You look dreadful.”

Astarion stands up, strolling over to the nearby table to pick up a glass of water. You drink from it eagerly, releasing a throaty sigh as your throat finally feels quenched. He watches your graceless behaviour with narrowed eyes, visibly unimpressed.

“More importantly, your little nap allowed me the time to think of what choice words I had for when you’d finally wake up.”

Your breath catches in your throat, Astarion’s pointed tone reminding you of things that you’d rather forget. Out of all the possible ways that tadpole could have gotten you into trouble, you didn’t think it’d betray you in such a juvenile way. Exposing your secret crush, out of all things? It almost feels like retribution for meandering around Baldur’s Gate, breaking up turf wars between the Guild and Zhentarim, and picking up abandoned children from the streets, instead of vanquishing The Absolute.

“I don’t know whether to thank you, or laugh at you,” Astarion continues, the hint of a smile on his features.

Your cheeks are practically burning up at his words, and all you can do is gawk at him, equally flustered and mortified at the same time. He takes it as a sign to keep speaking, for which you are more than grateful for.

As Astarion speaks, his smile grows, showing glimpses of his fangs. “Oddly enough, by collapsing on the ground like that, you saved me from myself and let me walk a new path where I can be free. Truly, honestly free.”

In Astarion’s voice, you find warmth, sincerity, and…gratitude. You bite your lower lip gently, swallowing heavily. It breaks your resolve to bury your affections for him, like a dam that shatters, water flooding past the cracks. Even if you hadn’t fallen for him long before, how could you not fall for him now?

“I…I’m glad to hear that, Astarion,” you say, making a valiant attempt to portray the essence of calm composure. “But it was all you,” you insist, slightly knitting your eyebrows together. After all, you’ve done nothing but make a lovesick fool of yourself.

“You did more than that,” Astarion responds, the smile lingering on his lips. “If I had ascended, those…tributes you’ve collected of me might have become inaccurate to my image. I suppose that’s one way to tell me that you prefer me the way I am,” he adds with a slight shrug. You respond with a roll of your eyes, though clearly out of bashfulness rather than any genuine ill will on your end.

“Anyway. If you have any other…commissions on your mind, I’d like to at least be asked to pose next time,” Astarion says, his smile turning into that familiarly haughty grin. After such a long day of seeing him looking awfully bleak, it was unusually reassuring.

You scoff at his teasing words. “There weren’t any, and there certainly won’t be now that you've caught on.”

“How bardlike of you, to dedicate art to your beloved. Very tasteful art, now that I’ve gotten a closer look at it,” the vampire says, ignoring your protests. He glances at his portrait on the wall, looking more than pleased. If only out of consideration for his circumstances, you bite back the multiple retorts you can think of, letting him dangle this over your head as much as he likes.

“And what do I get for all of my good taste, besides having to listen to you gloat?” you ask, tilting your head towards him with a resigned smile on your face.

“Darling. I’m sure that when you’ve healed those broken bones, I’ll have thought of a multitude of ways to repay your devotion in kind.”

You exhale deeply, letting your shoulders slack. How bad could a bruised ego be at this point?

“Took you long enough to realise it, you halfwit.”

You punctuate your sentence with laughter at the absurdity of it all. Astarion joins you, laughing in that effervescent tone that makes your chest squeeze.

Your conversation is drawn out for hours until the dead of night. When you wake up at dawn, you find your limbs tangled with Astarion’s under the blanket of your bed. It leaves the sweetest ache in your shoulders when you rise.

As you prepare for the myriad trials the new day would certainly bring, you entertain the thought of putting a quill to paper, celebrating tender kisses and exchanges of secrets from a newfound lover through lyric poetry.

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #baldur's gate 3 fanfiction #bg3 #bg3 fic #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion x you #astarion x mc #astarion fic #astarion fanfic #astarion fluff #baldur's gate x reader #oomfvia.txt #oomfvia:\bedtimestories

[dailykafka]

“and finally the things I cannot show even to you, for when we shudder to stand naked and he fingered by others, even if we have begged on our knees for that very thing.” (from a letter to Oskar Pollak)

FRANZ. STOP.

This was honestly so out of pocket lmao. I was like oh…😀 what an interesting thing to say…

Here's whole paragraph for those curious (basically he wants Oskar to read his writing here)

“I’ll put together a bundle for you; it will contain everything I have written up to now, original or derivative. Nothing will be missing except the childhood things (as you see, this misery’s been on my back from early on), then the stuff I no longer have, then the stuff I regard as worthless in this context, then the plans, since they are whole countries to him who has them and sand to everyone else, and finally the things I cannot show even to you, for we shudder to stand naked and be fingered by others, even if we have begged on our knees for that very thing. Anyhow, this whole past year I have written almost nothing. Whatever remains, and I don’t know how much it is, I’ll give to you if you write or say yes to me in answer to this request of mine.”

#asks

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

LOL I hope Dogday and Catnap end up together after all the typical romantic comedy shenanigans!

How did Dogday get feelings for Catnap? I bet it was hard once Catnap went off the deep end…but did he ever feel the same about him before? I imagine they were both at least pretty good friends at one point…

:3

Dogday and Catnap were close since before they were turned into toys. I think kid Dogday (Im considering naming him Oskar) would protect Theo from bullies, and was worried sick when he just dissapeared one day. When they turned into toys, both Dogday and Catnap continued to be sort of close to each other. Catnap was isolated from the other Smiling Critters, and it was Dogday who would drag him to interact with everyone! I think this is when the mutual crush first started. Dogday saw a kind-hearted and shy friend who genuinely wanted to connect with others, while Catnap saw a ray of sunshine dragging him out of his misery corner in order to have him make friends with others.

For Dogday, Catnap was just everything he needed during that time: Someone who listens and is kind, not demanding much from him, much less getting mad at him for not doing things right. Catnap helped calm him down, and Dogday, touch and attention-starved, just caught himself suddenly developing an innocent crush on his best friend.

However, after the Hour of Joy, Catnap spent some time hiding with the Prototype as he taught him how to hunt. When he came back to the Playcare, he had changed. Hardened. He wasnt little Theo anymore, just like how Catnap wasnt little Oskar anymore. One became a hunter, the other, a leader. They clashed many times with Catnap wanting to go after other toys and the Smiling Critters not wanting to kill for their own survival. And when Catnap's religion became bigger than his own logic and morality, the two fell apart.

Below the cut are my thoughts on how their relationship went during the decade and after Angel rescued them!

Catnap did attack some of the Smiling Critters and he did tore off some of their limbs to feed the mini critters and himself. It was either that or starve, at least in his POV. Him crucifying Dogday consisted of him almost begging poor Oskar to quit with his morality and join him and Prototype. He wanted Dogday to listen, and he wanted to be together with his best friend, but tearing someone's stomach and legs off isnt the way to make them listen to you talk about how the guy who put everyone into this mess is the one and only true savior and god.

After Angel arrives at Playcare and saves not only Dogday but Miss Delight and even some of the mini critters, Catnap's world view start to shift, esp with how Angel treats him. "What happened to you?" is one of the first things they say to him, and Catnap, lonely and away from his dad/god and any company asides from the mini critters, just inevitably ends up getting attached to who he now sees as a messiah. This only gets worse after Angel saves Catnap's life.

Dogday... Oh, my poor baby. He DESPERATELY wanted Catnap to quit with the Prototype bullshit and just listen to him. They can hunt others, yes, but they shouldn't be cruel about it. They can confront the Prototype about putting them into this situation, they can leave Playtime Co, they can do anything, but please please please just LISTEN to him and STOP TALKING ABOUT THE PROTOTYPE AS IF HE'S A GOD. Dogday is ready to kill Catnap if necessary during Angel's time at Playcare, mind you, he just doesn't want to do that. And when Catnap is saved, guess who helps Angel treat his wounds? Yup, it's our big puppy.

Dogday feels guilt from letting his friends die, and feels anger at Catnap for helping with their deaths and for crucifying him. He wants Catnap to do better, but he feels like he lost him and will never get him back. And his happiness at seeing Catnap helping Angel is only for a moment, as he realizes Catnap just changed his god for Angel to fit the label.

After they confront Prototype and they leave the factory for good, they're both kind of lost. Catnap deep down knows neither Angel nor Prototype are gods, but what else are they for being able to survive such circumstances? And for Dogday, what else is there in the outside world, now that he feels more alone than ever before because his mind isn't busy with surviving anymore?

And then, BAM, every single Smiling Critter was actually alive. They're both shocked but happy at this, and begin to rekindle their relationship as they both agree that they're the only ones who can actually protect both their old friends and the newfound family they have. Their relationship at this point is two traumatized young adults trying to protect what they have of hope, still getting out of the survival instincts and way of life. They bicker a LOOOOT, but since day 1 from escaping they have sometimes slept next to each other because that's the only way they can fall asleep. They have so many conflicts but they are so much about each other in a way only they can truly understand (and also us but we don't count because we're just readers and players lmao).

With enough weeks passing by, and with enough long nights of these two being close and even playing with each other because they missed the other so much, they start talking. Untangling the mess. Catnap did apologize to Dogday when they were still inside Playtime Co, ofc, and he and Dogday had a moment when they saw the Sun for the first time since they were young children, but two conversations aren't enough to fix +5 years of hurt.

I think the mutual crush smacks them both in the head at the same time during the, like, third month of living with Angel. Sillies gotta be silly right?

#daynap #poppy playtime #poppy worldwide #save everyone au #dogday #catnap #ask tag #i wasnt expecting this to get THIS big lmao #gotta work on some things now but soon enough i shall infodump about these two telenovela-level worthy of romance drama and stupidity #(affectionate)

[myfandomincolor]

I just completed the Free the Artist quest in Act 3 and this has probably been done already but I immediately was like THIS IS FOR ASTARION.

Putting the rest under a cut because of spoilers for the aforementioned quest -

So the reward for exorcising the cursed painting and letting Kerri's spirit rest is that Oskar will paint a portrait. And this was when my brainrot reared up and said, "Hey you should get him to paint Astarion bc then he could see himself and that might make him happy. Remember how much he said he missed his face?" It could be so tender if your Tav could be like, "Actually, would you paint my companion here, instead?" And Astarion is like, "Wait me? Why? You're the one who should be commemorated," but Tav takes him aside and suggests he could have his portrait done and see himself. He understands and lights up a little, though of course he complains that he's in no state to be painted, what with the blood stains and such.

So the party scrambles back to the Elfsong to get cleaned up and changed, helping to pick clothes for Astarion in colors that complement him, and then they return to the atelier and he sits for his portrait. Tav stays with him, reading a book mostly, but stealing glances every so often to appreciate his calm profile.

When Oskar is finished, Tav closes their book, and goes behind the easel with Astarion to see the painting. Astarion is making some joke about how Oskar better have made him look good but then he shuts up, lost for words when he sees the portrait.

"Ha, it's me," he'd whisper, and Tav would reach over and squeeze his hand.

"I prefer the real thing," Tav would say, but their voice is a little choked with emotion because their love is so quiet, and he's never quiet. He's making a face of relief because he's seeing the person everyone else sees for the first time in 200 years, and he'd very nearly forgotten what he looks like but oh there he is.

They hang the portrait in their rooms at the Elfsong, and Tav catches Astarion gazing at it often, absentmindedly touching some part of his face or hair as if he's learning his own features all over again.

Anyway that's my silly little thought about Free the Artist.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #astarion #this accidentally became a drabble #headcanon #this game has me down so bad for the vampire spawn #astarion ancunin #yeah might write a whole fic about this even though i haven't written fanfic in 10 years ahahaha

[harveywritings92]

(Note: Take place 4 years after König had to break things off to protect Cami from his enemies.)

Horangi, looking down at his tablet in disbelief: Uh, König? Have you been checking in on miss Cami since you broke up?

König: Nein, why... (panicking) Did something happen?!

Horangi: Oh. I think you should watch this....(Shows König his tablet.)

[What’s that one thing your ex gave you that you can’t quite get rid of?]

[Cami is sitting in a van with a deadpan expression on her face. She points her phone behind her to show two little kids, about 4, who are fraternal twins, a boy and girl sitting in the back seat eating ice-cream.]

[Paige [the girl], sticks her tongue out and blows raspberry at the camera]

Cami: *snorts* that one especially!

[Cami points at Oskar (the boy) who’s eating his ice-cream waves shyly at the camera.]

Cami: This one’s cute!

Cami, then goes back to Paige:  But this one...  {Paige bobs her head does the devil horns} ho-oh! (video ends)

König, suddenly feeling queasy: Was ist das? ....I-Ich bin ein Papa? 

*Faints, on top of Horangi* 

Horangi: Whoa! oh no.. (König lands on him) Oof!  *Strained*  Ow, Help me...someone!

#s: tiktok #call of duty incorrect quotes #konig x oc #horangi #cod konig #cod horangi #cod mw oc: Cami 'Anemone' Lyons #konig x cami #könig x oc #call of duty könig #Oc Children #twin ocs

[amazingmsme]

As You Were Saying?

AN: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all! I think this is the most fun I’ve had with a Squealing Santa fic! @wordstrings this one’s for you! Fjord & Jester are a kilLER tag team (see what I did there?) A huge thanks to @hypahticklish for hosting this year! I hope you all enjoy Kingsley getting wrecked, I know I do.  @squealing-santa

Fjord would never say it out loud, but Kingsley was getting on his last damn nerve. Ever since setting out to sea, their new friend formerly known as Mollymauk was practically glued to his side any given minute of the day. At first Fjord welcomed the company, was even flattered by it. But it seemed every time he tried to have an important conversation with someone other than the purple tiefling, he would interrupt or insert himself into the discussion. Fjord knew he was just trying to be helpful, but he needed to realize not every problem concerned him.

He had been discussing the trajectory of their current course with Orly when Kingsley walked up, absorbing every word exchanged. Fjord was already self conscious about his knowledge on the open seas, so he really didn't need an extra pair of ears listening to his stutter through and second guess himself. It eventually got so distracting, Fjord interrupted himself in the middle of a sentence.

"I'm sorry, but is there anything in particular you need?" he asked, cocking his head. He made sure to keep his tone light so Kingsley wouldn't think he was upset with him.

He hummed as he thought to himself for a moment, shaking his head. "No, but you looked like you could use the company," he quipped. Fjord had to chuckle at that, shaking his head out of fond annoyance.

"I appreciate the concern, but Orly and I can handle this." When Kingsley still lingered, Fjord took it as a sign that he needed a more direct hint. "Why don't you help Marius clan the canons? I'm sure he'd appreciate the company," he offered.

Kingsley let out an annoyed sigh and turned to leave. "Sure thing captain."

Fjord took a deep breath, rubbing at his temple. Orly watched the tiefling walk down the stair before looking back at Fjord.

"Don't worry Cap'n. Once he settles in he won't be this clingy," he spoke in his gruff, slow manner of speech that Fjord was accustomed to. His gaze was locked on Kingsley as he slipped through the door that lead below deck.

"I hope so."

Either Orly had been wrong, or Kingsley still wasn't fully settled. The thought upset Fjord; he tried to do everything he could to make him feel accepted and comfortable on the ship. He knew the other man appreciated his efforts, but he could tell something was missing. He couldn't imagine how he must feel, so he extended as much of his patience as possible.

Kingsley must have caught on, because he'd been testing said patience at any given opportunity. He especially loved interrupting any intimate moment between Fjord and Jester. Ever time, it seems, that the two of them were able to whisk themselves away, Kingsley would find them minutes later and wedge himself into the conversation. Jester was more than welcoming, but Fjord just wanted some alone time with his girlfriend.

They were in his quarters, laying on his bed facing each other. Even though they were alone, they spoke in hushed voices, all whispers and giggles like lovesick teens. They were huddled close to one another, Fjord's arm draped over her shoulder as she rested her head on his expansive chest.

She was in the middle of recounting her trip to shore, describing the mural she saw in vivid detail. "Oh, you should have seen it Fjord! Someone painted the cover of Tusk Love on the back of the book store, and it was stunning! Guinevere's dress was all ripped and flowing in the wind, and Oskar's muscles were huge! The attention to detail was, like, super good, I could literally see the sweat on his chest and everything," she gushed, appreciating both the artistry and her beloved characters.

Fjord smiled at her endearing enthusiasm, rubbing a hand up and down her arm comfortingly. "In that case I'm glad I stayed on the ship. But I'm glad you got to see it," he said softly. She grinned up at him, snuggling closer.

"Who know who Oskar really looks like?" she asked in a teasy voice. Fjord hummed in thought, scratching the stubble on his chin.

"I'm not really sure. Is it Veth?" he asked in mock ignorance. She giggled and shook her head.

"What? No!"

"Hm. Caleb then?"

She tossed her head back with a laugh, smacking his shoulder playfully. "Nooo, guess for real!"

"I'm just joking, I know it's me," he relented, pulling her close and burying his face in the crook of her neck. She squealed and laughed as he growled and planted sloppy kisses, slowly working his way up to her lips.

Neither of them really heard the quick knock on the door before it creaked open.

"Hey Captain, you care if I- oh. Am I interrupting something?" Kingsley asked from the doorway, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Fjord was about to say that yes he was interrupting something very important, but Jester beat him to the punch.

"No not at all! Come in," she invited, waving him over. Fjord managed to contain his annoyed groan as Kingsley waltzed in like he owned the joint. He hopped up on the bed, wedging himself right between the two of them.

"Sooo what're we talking about?" he drawled, fangs peaking out from behind his grin.

"I thought you came in here to ask me something," Fjord interjected. Kingsley waved his hand in dismissal.

"Forgot what I was gonna say. Honestly, I just want the company."

"Aw Kingsley, that's so sweet of you!" Jester cooed, scooting over to make room for him on the bed. Kingsley wedged himself between the two of them, wiggling around until he was comfortable.

"I know, I'm just the sweetest," he agreed with a smirk. "So, how was town?" he asked, resting his hands behind his head to cushion his neck.

"It was so much fun, you really need to come with me next time!"

"Oh yeah? Tell me about it," he said and Jester launched into her rambling from the top. Fjord had heard this already, so he focused more on Jester's excitement and wild gestures rather than what she was actually saying. As endearing as the sight was, Fjord really had been looking forward to some alone time with Jester, and their friend needed to learn a thing or two about boundaries.

Fjord remembered what he used to do when Molly wouldn't stop pestering him when they had to room together, and he had a hunch the same method of punishment would work now.

His hand inched closer and closer until he reached the soft curve of Kingsley's waist, scratching blunt nails against the fabric of his shirt. He jerked under the touch and sucked in a breath through clenched teeth. He cast a nervous look at Fjord, and the sly smirk on his face proved his eminent doom.

"Are you okay?" Jester asked, brows furrowed in concern.

"He's fine, just getting comfortable. Go on," Fjord answered on Kingsley's behalf. Jester eyed them both skeptically before continuing. Fjord applied more pressure, wiggling his fingers just under his ribcage. Kingsley snorted and twisted away from his hand with a stifled laugh.

"Jester's trying to tell you about her day and you're not even listening," he teased, pinching up and down his ribcage. "Pretty rude, don't you think?" he asked in a teasing tone.

"Ihi'm listening," Kingsley insisted, scooting closer to Jester in an attempt to get away. She seemed to catch on to what was happening, her mischievous grin only growing.

"Okay good, 'cause I'll quiz you afterwards," she said, poking his stomach before jumping back into her story.

"So like I was saying, there was this really rude lady at the market who was chewing out this little kid for stepping on her skirt-"

As she was busy talking, Fjord resumed his slow torture. He slipped his hand beneath Kingsley's shirt to get at bare skin and he immediately burst into giggles. Fjord gave a mock gasp at the outburst.

"Kingsley, I can't believe you! You think yelling at poor innocent children is funny?" he asked, pinching up and down his ribs. The tiefling curled in on himself, hiding his face in Jester's pillow as he shook his head. She couldn't help but chuckle at the sight and play along.

"That's not very nice you know," she teased, leaning down to speak directly in his ear.

"And here I thought he was good with kids," Fjord said, his hand climbing higher and higher until he reached his armpit. Kingsley let out a giggly yelp and clamped his arms against his sides.

"I know, right? He's so good with Luke, but maybe it's all an act," she taunted, slipping a hand underneath his arm and copying Fjord.

"Nohoho it's nohot!" Kingsley managed to insist through his laughter. His tail wagged about as he thrashed on the bed, trapped between the devious couple.

"Anyway, I followed her around the market until she went inside of this shady store. She like, looked around to make sure no one was watching but she didn't see me, don't worry," she waved a hand flippantly, ignoring his growing hysterics. "But you guys aren't going to be-lieve what kind of store it was."

"What kind?" Fjord asked as he traced circles on the delicate skin.

"I want Kingsley to guess," she chirped, raking her manicured nails all the way down his ribs. His entire body spasmed from the conflicting touches and his laughter rose in pitch.

"W-whahahat?"

Jester's tongue peaked out from behind her teeth as she grinned, shaking her head. "Nu uh, I want a real guess," she said, using her tail to swipe along the soles of his feet.

"Ohoho fuck mehehe," he whined, though he didn't sound too upset about his predicament. "Ihihi dohohon't knohohow!"

"It was a sex shop you guys! I was so shocked, I couldn't stop laughing! But I grabbed this huge wooden dick and slipped it into her pocket to make it look like she was trying to steal it. He caught her with it and she was so embarrassed!"

Fjord used the comedic moment in her story as en excuse to double his efforts, drilling his thumbs in the divots of his hips. Kingsley bucked like a bull, cackling loud and free.

"Kingsley would you mind keeping it down? I'm trying to listen," Fjord said, as if he wasn't the very cause of his hysterics. He folded in on himself, latching onto his wrists, but not bothering to push them away.

"Nohoho you aharen't! You're tohohorturing mehe!" he cried.

"Me? Torturing you? Pft, as if," Fjord teased, forming a claw with his hand and hovering it above his stomach. Kingsley yelped and sucked in his stomach, nervous giggles bubbling up his throat.

"He would never do such a thing," Jester insisted, scribbling her fingers against his neck. He squealed in surprise, scrunching his neck for protection. "I think you're just trying to get out of listening to my story," she fake pouted.

"Then act like it," she teased, grabbing his tail and scratching just under the spaded tip. Kingsley was sent into a new wave of hysteria, writhing on the bed as bright laughter flowed freely from his mouth. Fjord decided that would be the perfect time to launch his own attack, vibrating his hand into the soft muscle of his belly.

Jester carried on the conversation as if it were entirely normal to tear him apart by the seams. And there was something about it that seemed so normal, so natural for the three of them. Kingsley liked to think it was a part of Molly shining through.

"After that I stopped by to see Mama, and Nugget is huge now! He's literally half my size! He comes up to my waist, right here," she demonstrated by squeezing Kingsley's sides. He threw his head back as his laughter rang throughout the small cabin.

"Wow, he's already that tall? I remember when I could hold him in one arm. Not that he'd stay there for very long," Fjord said casually, reaching down to squeeze his knee. He jerked his leg away, kicking in a futile attempt at warding his friends off.

The fact that they were shredding the last pieces of his sanity so casually drove him insane. How could they be tickling him half to death and ignoring him at the same time? It made his nerves short circuit even more than they already were.

"Plehehease!" he pleaded, gripping Fjord's shirt tightly. He smirked and patted the back of his hand.

"Please continue? I agree, do go on Jester," he said, a smug smirk plastered on his face.

"Nohoho!" Kingsley whined through an endless stream of giggles. "Hahave mehehercy!"

"Oh but this is what you wanted though, isn't it? Both of our undivided attention, including you in our conversations, is it more than you bargained for?" he asked in a taunting voice.

"Yehehes, Ihihi'm sohohorry!"

"Oh Kingsley, there's no need to apologize. We're actually having a lot of fun right now, aren't we Fjord?"

"I for one at having a blast! Aren't you?" he asked, tweaking his hips.

"Ohohokahahay I get ihihit!" he cried out, and they finally took pity on him. He laid there, chest heaving as he regained his breath. "You guys are fuckin' ruthless." They answered in unison.

"Thanks!"

"And don't you forget it."

Kingsley chuckled, rubbing a hand over his blushing face. "Guess I have been kinda clingy these past few days..."

Fjord made a strangled squeaking noise, shifting his hand back and forth in an "eh" sort of motion. "Just a little. We really do enjoy your company, but we also enjoy our privacy."

"And the rest of the crew is really nice, even if they aren't as fun and cool as us," Jester added.

"I know, but I guess I just have my favorites. But I think it's safe to say I learned my lesson," Kingsley said, nodding slightly. Fjord snorted.

"I bet that in 2 weeks you'll need a refresher course," he teased, shooting him a wink. Despite his growing blush, he was quick to shoot back with a smart retort.

"I won't be such an easy catch next time."

"Ah, so there will be a next time."

Kingsley opened his mouth to argue, but promptly shut his mouth upon seeing the matching set of evil grins.

"Shut up," he snapped, shoving Fjord away from him playfully. He crawled off the bed, walking to the door. He turned to them with a bow, "Your privacy," he announced before slipping out of the room. Fjord and Jester stared at each other before a fit of giggles overtook them.

#squealing santa #squealing santa 2022 #squealing santa 2k22 #fjord stone #jester lavorre #kingsley tealeaf #the mighty nein #critical role #critical role fic #critickle role #critickle role fic #ticklish!kingsley

[chucklepea-hotpot]

Okay you asked for asks and i'm desperate for dfk 2023 crumbs so like. Tell me everything. The best part, the worst part, something you really weren't expecting, how the characters changed, some memorable lines or scenes, anything you want to talk about

I need to talk about them so desperately, so thank you for this ask! My answers are hidden unter the cut in case someone wants to avoid spoilers :)

i had a long ass essay prepared but my app broke down so now i'll try to get the most important stuff together, so sorry <3

the best part:

- the music and the sets plus landscapes in general? i loved it, it gave me a warm nostalgic feeling, felt very childhood comforr movie

- the nichtraucher's relationship to the children, we see how the meet him for the first time and how they get closer with each other and how fond he grows of them (aka how he becomes their dad)

- the justraucher relationship. it was gay. very.

- little hints and details that referenced the book, i got very excited about it whenever i spotted some

the worst part:

- making headmisstress kreuzkamm a little bit a comedic relief? i felt like they didn't do hannah herzsprung justice by that, she is actually a very good actress and the re-interpretation of her as professor kreuzkamm could have been better

- some changes to fot the movie's narration better but to me they somehow still felt off, idk how to explain this in better detail

- i think it was sad that they changed the dynamic between justus and the children, at least in the beginning. i kinda missed their trusting bond, think of matz saying that he would literally die for him in the book, he would definitely not say it in this version. but they had the martin and justis scene from the end of the book somehow in there <333

something you really weren't expecting:

- the nichtraucher being so so funny?

- he is the movie's narrator and there's a scene where he says to get his mind free, he likes to smoke, play piano or go for a swim. and then he advices the viewers to do the same, except for the smoking because he also tried quitting several times already. iconic.

- while the kids are fightibg he's randomly walking through the scene because he wants to go for a swim. i love him.

how the characters changed:

- martina: she now has the eldest daughter syndrome and is mainly sad that she doesmt get to spend the summer holidays with her little brother (oskar <333), she and jo don’t go along immediately because martina wants to keep s low profile since she doesnt want to lose her scholarship (scholarship martin truthers unite!!!!). oh, ans she can skate now (very cool!)

- matz: he is called matze and i fucking hate it. but he is very matz, very kindhearted and his main priority is still taking care of uli, so very in character. his main goal however now is not to become a boxer, he just loves training for becoming one and dislikes the fighting part (dunno how to feel about that but well)

- uli: he is basically the same? he bow climbs a wall and falls down because the rope isn't secured well enough and the nichtraucher takes care of him :))

some memorable lines or scenes:

- jo: her forster parents are djs????? that really caught me offguard ngl. she is a troublemaker now and dropped some very cringy anglecisms, which was funny to me at least. martina ans her becole eventually friends, sadly no justraucher paralellism for them :(

- justraucher ofc, but i'm sure i'll talk about that seperately again and again

- "noch 11 tage bis sylt" (only 11 more days until sylt)

- "als ich fünf wad haben meine eltern mich in einer disco ausgesetzt" (when inwas five years old, my parents abandoned me in a disco)

- "wir zwei hatten doch pläne!" (But the two of us had plans!)

- literally everyone who also watched the movie please comment more, there were so many one-liners

anything you want to talk about:

- der schöne theo?? so very book accurate?? he was such a disgusting little boot-licker who looked like he votes for the fdp, he was perfect

- the outfits for the grown-ups were so cool? i loved headmisstress kreuzkamm's whole wardrobe, it was giving art teacher and justus had very very nice plaid pants on that made him look very queer tbf

I hope that answered some of your questions, please always come to talk to me about dfk <3

#dfk #das fliegende klassenzimmer 2023 #das fliegende klassenzimmer #german stuff #ask

[blueiight]

reading em’s fic

And then he could not lurk in the greenery anymore, because his Kaiser was calling him forth, and he could not refuse his name said by that voice.

His Majesty Kaiser Reinhard von Lohengramm, King of Hauptplanet Odin, Reichsfürst of Phezzanland and Neue Land, Pontifex Maximus Midlandis, the Emperor of Humankind, sat relaxed in a gilded chair somewhere between a throne and a hospital bed.

UR LEAKING BITCH UR DESPICABLEKDKFKDKDKXKSKXKD OYMYGOD. hilda being considered ‘a threat’ NOT EVEN A PERSON. A THREAT IN A LILAC SUIT

His voice retained its imperious music, so gentle and commanding at once without any discordance between those two qualities. The velvet glove and the iron fist together. Reuenthal saw out of the corner of his eye a pale hand gesturing him to the couch behind. Sometimes, in private, the Kaiser offered that hand for him to kiss with a feline smile… no such luck with Mariendorf perched there watching.

reminds me so much of the ep66 line when hes like UR DOMINEERING LIGHT IS UR CHARM NEVER LOSE IT

HEALTHY LUST FOR BLOOD AGAIN. ISERLOHN UNMOLESTED. EM UR SICK UR A GENIUS

”Everything has changed. I was prepared to meet Yang Wenli,” said Reinhard, almost petulantly. “He proved himself a worthy opponent, battle-tested and blood-baptized as I have been. I know we would have understood each other; the same cannot be said for any of his successors.”

SO SO SO SO SICK. The mental imagery of hilde whispering in His ear like oberstein… the parallel of hilde & oberstein as ‘emasculated’ figures in the empire bc they dont ‘fight directly’ but theyre both pivotal to reinhard in such a way reinhard recognizes & the rest of his fanboys dont..reuenthal being ENVIOUS of hilde’s promotions!!!!

HAPPILY GOING HOME TO KISS HIS WIFE WHILE REUENTHAL FESTERED… UNLOVED AND UNTRUSTED

He can be so naive sometimes, Reuenthal thought, but he held his tongue. Of course we will fight over you.

HES SOO PERVERTED AND WEIRD I LIVE.

“He and I were the same,” Reinhard said eventually, calmer but still heated. “I admired him greatly. If he had submitted to me…”

pervert #2 reuenthal is 100% going to take it there will he!! stop it reinhard a little boy (24 year old man)

He had always taken comfort in the idea that his friendship and loyalty was, if not a true replacement for that lost love, at least had the potential to become such. He was so, so much like the Kaiser. But by the way Reinhard said it, he was not even in the running. So preoccupied and distressed was he by this thought that he almost missed his Kaiser’s golden head lolling back from the glass, like a cut blossom, his knees buckling.

NOW WE’RE JEALOUS OF DEAD MEN????? GIRL… GET IT TOGETHER OSKAR. TAKE OFF THAT ROBE AND DO WHAT⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

“Why should I bother with a wife, when I have you to wait on me?”

The image made him light-headed to contemplate.

this is his yaoi amphetamine.. just an isolde looking for her tristan. too bad that treacherous harlot blueballed him !!!!😂😂

REINHARD: dying

REUENTHAL: without me? :( (SOON. SOON U WILL PERISH!!!)

soooooo so freaky i love this oh my god… u will never be Her (kircheis)

#yn. #fanfic #softboypassing #mittermeyer male musk fan club #vs the METALLIC SMELL

[scripted-downfall]

I'm selfish Sam anon, life got in the way of my rewatch but I had a non rewatch thought. I remembered a Pride & Prejudice quote I think fits Dean and Sam - "One has got all the goodness, the other all the appearance of it". Sam likes to look like a good guy but he's actually emotionally manipulative and insincere and only seems to genuinely care about those they save when he identifies with them. Dean can be standoffish and brutally honest at times but truly cares about helping people.

Oh, a thousand times yes, on all counts.  I don't know how I'd managed to forget that quote --- my sister made me read that book repeatedly, and then made me watch each and every interpretation she found --- but it's a really good one in general, and especially pertinent as regards these two.  (Honestly, the comparison between Wickham/Darcy and Sam/Dean is remarkably accurate… In both cases, the former is conventionally viewed within the story as charming, educated, and eloquent despite being perfectly willing to manipulate his way into getting something and then splitting as soon as they’ve gotten it; in both cases, the latter is viewed in-story as a touch brusque and, often, as you put it, standoffish despite being more generous and caring than their reputation/outward personality suggests.)

Sam is always viewed as the smart, empathetic, and caring one of the two, but it’s really not accurate.  It’s a common discussion in this fandom, but Sam’s got book-Intelligence (though I’d also point out that Dean’s pretty damn book-smart too, just not in the conventional-education path as opposed to the self-taught, research-highly-obscure-texts-and-read-Vonnegut sense) and Dean’s got the practical Wisdom,  Sam is only truly empathetic when he cares to be; otherwise, his skill at people-reading is used to that person’s detriment (e.g. knowing that he’s Dean’s weakness and using that to manipulate/hurt him repeatedly, using Crowley only as much as was beneficial to him and trying to kill him just after, manipulating Rowena with Oskar, etc.), whereas Dean may not like talking about feelings, but he’s usually decent at caring about/reading other people (e.g. knowing what to say to Bobby in “Curious Case”, trying to get Cas to talk after Purgatory, etc.).  And so on and so forth, because there are more things to list than belong in one Tumblr post.

Your message is remarkably serendipitous in terms of timing, actually, because I've been stewing over a post I saw a while back... Unfortunately, I can't recall who actually said this, but they referred to how Cas says that "Dean… he feels things more acutely than any human I've ever known" and said that it was "proof" that Cas was clearly biased in Dean's favor because obviously this is blatantly false. 

Which, like... what.

Just because Dean doesn’t express feelings verbally doesn’t mean he doesn’t have them, and anyone who thinks he isn’t one of the deepest-feeling characters on the show clearly hasn’t watched the same show I have.  Even beyond guilt — which the man soaks up like a damn sponge — he really is one of the most emotional characters on the show; it’s just contained mostly in microexpressions and the look in his eyes, so it’s easier to miss than Sam (whose main sign of emotion is his jaw muscle ticking or the Wi-Fi signal appearing in his forehead).  It’s like you said; Sam has the appearance of goodness, and Dean has the real deal.

(Also, I'm sorry to hear that life got hectic... I hope anything stressful gets cleared up, and I wish you the best with that!  I definitely look forward to hearing from you again later, should you grant me the honor!)

#supernatural #spn #answered asks #scripted downfall asks answered #i always come when you call (sd) #dean winchester #anti sam #anti sam winchester #shocker amirite #selfish sam anon

[tempo-tales]

"Tempo, Oskar and the creatures reach an area with a panel on the floor with some curious symbols.

-Oskar, to the panel you must place yourself.

-Oh, umm, yes....

The boy stands on it and the panel transforms into a clock. Tempo takes her pocket watch and removes the cover and displays it in front of the young man.

- Oskar Leon Aksel Kristoffersen Bakken, I present before you the magical WonderWatch, which will grant you a chance. If you accept the test, you must complete the pieces of the watch and you will be granted such magic. So, take it or leave it?

Oskar looks at the beautiful, shiny watch, a watch as if it has a life of its own. He closes his eyes thinking what chance he might change and looks at Tempo determined but somewhat flushed.

-I-I'll take it! I'll give it a try!

-Good, now take my watch.

-Y-yes!!!

Oskar takes the watch and the pieces of the watch disappear.

-What happened?

-Well, you accepted, so the test has already started."

"-Emmm...and where do I start?

-Well, here's the explanation. I will guide you to where the missing pieces are, and you will go through a timeline where we will review your origins. In each period of your past there is a piece and you must search for it yourself.

The help you can get is the power of your own "Costume", which are your emotions and part of your heart materialized in this world and, of course, intelligence, patience and determination.

Of course, take care of the "battery" of the costumes, because here, in WonderWorld Mirror, a lot of energy is consumed and to recharge them, you must get close to me, oh, and the good thing is that you don't lose them by blows. But, the costumes are divided into two influences of the balance, positive costumes and negative costumes. If you use the wrong recharge, forever you lose it.

-Positive and negative costumes?

-Positive costume are harmless and give you the power to, for example, jump, run fast or fly. Negative costume are offensive and usually create damage to others, for example stomping, shooting or anything related to physical damage.

My main helpers, Tim Timmi, the round and cuddly furry one, will guide you to the island of positivity, Tim Island and I will be there to recharge your costume and, here, Negati Wanky'u, the silent and loving one, will guide you to the fortress of negativity, The Negati Trail, and I will be there as well.

-Doesn't that sound good, the Negati Trail?

-Everyone talking bad about negativity, oh my stars. Look kid, positivity and negativity are based on universal balance, but, I admit that the negativity here is somewhat "mismanaged", but that's another matter.

-I see...

-Okay, I've already said a lot, so... now I'll start the test!

With the snap of her fingers, Tempo changes the appearance of La Madriguera and turns into absolute darkness."

#tales at wonderworld #tempo #oskar kristoffersen #timmi #wanky'u #story scene

[spiralofwhump]

😱☠️🍭 for marius

🧛🏻🔪🩻 for oskar

😱- what’s your greatest fear? Has whumper ever used it against you?

Marius hugs his legs, silent as he thinks carefully about what he should say. His tired eyes stare you down, dreading the fact he has to answer you. "I suppose...fire. But a lot of vampires are usually deathly afraid of fire. So besides fire, I guess I have a big fear of being imperfect-" Marius grimaces and stares down at his missing thumb and index, "I'm covered in my own blood, I'm missing fingers, Oskar just knows that it messes with me. I-" Marius clenches his hand into a fist, trembling softly. "I look wretched...Everyone would think I'm a fool if they saw me.." Suddenly, his chest feels tight..

☠️- are you scared to die?

Marius hears your question and pauses to think, then shrugs. "I'm not scared necessarily, I'm more curious than anything. And plus, look at me." He gestures to himself and then the dreary, cold basement he's been forced into. "Being immortal can be much worse than death given you run into the wrong person, no?"

🍭- does whumper feed you often?

Marius puts a hand on his chest and looks at you, "Oh darling, surely you must be mocking me." Marius pauses, then realizes you're dead serious. "Ah.."

Marius shakes his head, clicking his tongue in annoyance, "The man hasn't fed me anything since I came here. The only time I manage to get even a taste of blood is when I fight and injure him." Marius leans back and folds his arms, "Serves him right considering what he's been doing to me. Perhaps if he fed me more often than maybe I wouldn't be so aggressive!"

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🧛🏻- why do you hurt whumpee? What do you get from it?

Oskar looks at you with unimpressed look, "Tell me that when you look at him, you don't want to hurt him." Oskar pulls out a cigarette and lights it, "He has power, he's narcissistic, and he thinks he's invincible. All the things I hate put into one lowly vampire- Why wouldn't I want to break him down?"

Oskar takes a drag from his cigarette and shrugs, "What do I get from it? Satisfaction for one. Seeing the bastard wince and bleed is nice, what else is there to say?" Smoke escapes his nostrils, as he turns his head away, "Second of all, let's just say that Marius got what he had coming. He's went unpunished for too long, hurting others with no second thought. Someone had to do something."

🔪- do you have a favorite weapon?

As soon as you ask, Oskar gives a faint smile and answers instantly, "For torture? Shears, nothing better than feeling bone get sliced in half by 'em"

🩻- do you have lines you won’t cross?

Oskar hums softy to himself, lightly scratching his stubble. "Very little, but I know anything sexual is a big no for sure." The hunter shrugs, "Anything with bugs too maybe? I'm not a big fan of the little critters...but that's just a me thing. Does that count? Maybe not..." he muses. You attempt to get his attention, but he's far too busy muttering to himself now it seems

#ask game #Oskar #Marius #Halloween ask game

[liopleurodean]

Season 10, Episode 23: Brother's Keeper

For Dean.

Called it

Oh, now you think of it!

Hey! Keep that line of thought!

Oh, Sam...

He needs saving

What is he doing?

Dean...

You absolute liar

Is he hunting?

Dean. That's not gonna fly

Dean's net the whore of Babylon

He needs to stop

There's Rudy

Kinky

Dean, someone needs to keep you in check

I cannot watch this. I can't. He's acting like a douche and I can't do it

Awesome

Hah! Not likely

The Mark did

Yeah...

Only 5?

Is it?

Don't bother with sympathy

What is there to negotiate?

Just the codex might be okay. Not the book, though

Probably

This is horrible

Dean.

I'm gonna kill him

I can't believe it worked

Spooky

There's the lead

Of course

The fruit?

There's a lot of forbidden items

Maybe.

Crowley!

Mm, I doubt that

He's probably long dead

Back to Nebraska!

Where did Rudy come from, anyway? We never knew he existed and suddenly he's the go-to when the boys need someone to call

Yeah, that's an understatement

Okay then

That's a dumpy place

Rip those vampires

Uh huh. That'll happen

Dean...

What the heck?

He just got Rudy killed!

Dean...

Dean is not okay

That poor girl

I think he can

Sam...

Cas, apparently

Cas wasn't involved with that

And what's your way, Crowley?

Do you need him on his knees?

Yeah

Poof

Baby!

Did he ditch Baby???

Oh, Dean...

Of course he'd leave her with someone else, he wouldn't just let her rust

What's he doing?

Oh. He's got the right idea

There's the offering

Ooh, I want to try

Oh, Dean...

Heck yeah

Hah! You don't even know

He's older than God. He could do it

Why not?

Conservation of energy

There was Darkness

Who gave it to Cain

Wait, so it wasn't even Lucifer's fault?

And he would never do that

That's the one he'll pick

Dean...

Not yet, Dean

What the heck?

He's related to Oskar?

Ohhh I remember that

Wow. I did not expect that

Man, he didn't even take a classic car

What does it look like?

But that won't work

What?

Not exactly

Come on, Sam

So they have to take the Winchesters at the same time

Death has a vendetta

It really isn't. Dean wouldn't trade Sam for anything

Yikes

Interesting

It wasn't your fault, Crowley

Crowley...

Keep lying to yourself

Hello, Oskar

Dolly Zoom

I don't believe that

Dean...

I miss season 1

Dean, no!

That wasn't you, Dean!

Dean...

Sam's got a point

The fact that you care makes you better than you believe

Yeah, he deserved that

Oh no

She did love him

Sam won't win this fight

Dean, stop!

Sam...

You're a good man, Dean Winchester. Something something you do everything for love

Oh, Sam...

Wasn't Cain the one who said that this was how it would end? That Cain's story started with him killing his brother, and that's how Dean's story would end?

He can't do it

Aw, the pictures!

The most important thing to Dean is his family

Dean...

Always

What did he think that would do?

What happens now?

Oh, Rowena

She did it

Surprisingly

You think?

It's started

It worked!

It doesn't surprise me

Oh, not again!

Like a dog

You have no idea

Baby!

There it is!

Get in the car.

Get in the car, now!

Get in the car!

You've got to be joking

Come on, Baby

There's nothing they can do now

#ashla chick flick moments #supernatural #season 10 episode 23 #brothers keeper #brother's keeper

[astaralys]

Me inserting banter as a motivator to finish writing The Next Unknown chapter... 18? 19? 19. Almost... there...!

#grumpy kid OC #oh Oskar I missed you #the next unknown #frozen fanfic #queen anna #snippet #my writing #frozen

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Tell us about Oskar before he was Oskar!

"Tell us a little about yourself," The woman says, folding her hands in front of her on the desk. She has a kind, welcoming smile, narrow rectangular glasses with bright green frames, and hair so black it seems to soak up light without giving any back.

The little sign on her desk reads DARYA RANDALL, DONATION COUNSELOR. Like he's giving up a kidney and not his entire life.

Cole clears his throat, shifting nervously. "Uh, not much to tell. I was born in Memphis-"

"You've come a long way," The woman notes. She writes something down on the paper in front of her, and Cole struggles not to crane his neck to see what it is. "What brought you to California?"

"My dad. Or... my dad's new wife. He met her online. He just... He was just dating all the time. He met this new woman, and she wanted him to move to, um. To her city. So he did, and Zae and I were dragged right along with him."

"Zae is your younger sister?"

"Yep."

"Did she also spend time in state care?"

"Nope." He pops the 'p' to cover up the gentle swell of bitterness. "Her mom wouldn't let her leave Tennessee, and it was in the custody agreement, so." He shrugs. "She's still back there. With her grandparents now, I think."

"Ah. So you were half-siblings."

Cole bristles a little, but the look of empathy and compassion in her face soothes his nerves. "Yes."

"And you had no family to-"

"Look, I came here because I give the fuck up," Cole says, but there's no anger lacing the words, just despair. "You think I have some kind of family to run back to, if I'm sitting here?"

"I'm sorry," She says, softly. He gets the feeling she actually means it. "We've already preverified your age and ability to donate. We just like to have some details for our own records, in case..." She trails off.

"In case someone reports me missing?" He suggests, and sees by the way her eyes sharply focus, suddenly, on him that his guess was correct. "Nobody, ma'am."

"Please, call me Darya." She smiles, and has a crooked tooth on one side. It's cute.

Cole smiles back, relaxing a little. "Okay, well, Darya... There's nobody. I aged out of care and maybe someone else can do better with my life than I have, you know? I'm just really tired. And I want someone else to fix it, change something."

She takes her pen and makes a little check next to something on the paper. "Well, as you know, WRU is in the business of changing lives. You sound pretty sincerely committed. Have you given thought to what designation you would prefer?"

"Whatever the cooking and cleaning one is. I don't want to... You know." He wiggles one hand in a vague gesture.

"Of course." Her smile turns slightly impish. "That would be Domestic, but Cole, what if I suggested Platonic? It seems more up your alley."

"What's that?"

"Well, sometimes they end up working with senior care, but... A Platonic is... a friend. A family member, if you will. Some other uses, but mostly... company."

Cole wrinkles his nose. "Like a dog?"

"... Not unlike one, yes. What do you think?"

Her pen is poised over the paper, and her smile is sweet and soft and kind. When is the last time anyone was kind to him?

"Sure," He says, finally. "Whatever works. I just want to hand all this... all this mess off to be someone else's problem."

"Of course." She makes another check. "Welcome to WRU, Cole. I'm going to step out and grab someone from legal and we'll get your contract signed right here and now and check you in, okay?" Darya stands, smoothing wrinkles from her pants automatically.

She's at the door when Cole says, "Wait, can I ask-"

There's a flicker of irritation overridden by her kind expression again. "Of course. Ask away."

"All that stuff online about what WRU does, hurting people and kidnapping them... That's all a lie, right?"

Her smile shifts - an oh, this question again look. "WRU had never ever taken on someone who didn't sign the contract of their own free will," She says, bright and cheerful. "You know how people are on the internet. They'd rather tell a good story where we're a James Bond villain than admit there are just... problems WRU can help people solve. You know? I wouldn't do what I do if I didn't know I was helping people. Does that answer your question?"

"Yeah." Sort of, anyway. He watches her leave, then looks down at old scars on his knuckles.

Cole feels like a problem, all right.

Maybe WRU is the solution.

When she comes back, she has a dour-looking man in a suit and two of the WRU Handlers with her. They have all the paperwork for him to sign.

And they have a leather dog collar.

"Wait, I have to wear it right away?" Cole goes to stand, but one hand gently pushes him down by his shoulder. "I thought you-... took away memories first-"

"We will. Just stay right there, Cole."

"You sure about this?" One handler asks Darya.

She smiles, putting a hand on Cole's other shoulder. He has the surreal sense of being surrounded by hungry wolves. "I think he'll do best with a lighter touch, Connor. Let's get the ball rolling, shall we?"

The dour man - the lawyer - sets some papers down in front of Cole. Cole, hands shaking, signs them without reading, and then the collar is fastened around his neck.

It's as fast as that.

Three signatures and that's it. It's done.

"Welcome home," Darya says, shaking his hand. "WRU Trainee 332009. Thank you for handing us your life. I promise we'll take amazing care of it."

Her compassion is gone - all that he sees now is a very pleased predator.

Cole realizes, suddenly, that he's made a terrible mistake.

But when the handlers lead him from the room, he goes, eyes on the floor. He doesn't look up.

After all-

This is what he just signed up for, right?

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Heiji Shrine, Nihon (2:00pm)

Catalina: Hey, wait up! You’re walking too fast.

Alfie: We don’t have all day. Hurry up. You said you wanted to go buy souvenirs next.

Catalina: Calm down. My feet are killing me.

Alfie: Who told you to wear those heels?

Catalina: You didn’t tell me we were going to visit the shrine first. If I had known we were going to have to climb the stairs, I would’ve worn my boots.

Alfie: Too bad. I’ve told you many times before that you shouldn’t wear heels that high. It’s not good for your posture.

Catalina: Can you stop nagging, please? Gosh, you sound like an old lady.

Alfie: This “old lady” wants you to stop complaining and suck it up. If you can’t bear with the pain, we can buy you a new pair of shoes when we get down later.

Catalina: I don’t need new shoes. I’m fine in these.

Alfie: Do you have to be so stubborn?

Catalina: I said I’m fin— *trips*

Alfie: *smugly* You were saying?

Catalina: *groans* Fine. You win. I’ll buy myself new shoes.

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Staff: *in Nihonese* Are the boots fitting okay, Miss?

Catalina: *in Nihonese* Yes. Do you have it in other colour?

Staff: I’ll check the storage. I think we have the boots in black colour.

Catalina: Thank you.

Staff: How is it now?

Catalina: It’s perfect. I’ll take these.

Catalina: How much is it?

Staff: It’s already been paid.

Catalina: It’s already paid? By who?

Staff: Your boyfriend already paid for the boots earlier when you were trying them on.

Catalina: Oh, he’s...he’s not my boyfriend.

Staff: Really? Sorry, I assumed he was. I’m very sorry.

Catalina: I-it’s fine. Thank you for helping me out.

Staff (in the background): Thank you for buying with us. Come again in the future.

Alfie: So, the dude was a creep? That’s why you called me?

Marie (on the phone): Yeah. I need to get out of there. He was giving me weird vibes. Sorry for calling you.

Alfie: No no. It’s fine. Are you back home now?

Marie: Yeah. I really need Oskar to stop making me see these people. He should stop trying to play matchmaker.

Alfie: Then just tell him. Maybe he’ll understand if you say you don’t want him to set you up on these dates.

Marie: *sighs* I’ll try.

Alfie: I need to go. Rest well, Mare.

Marie: Alright, take care.

Alfie: You too.

Alfie: You done?

Catalina:...yeah.

Alfie: So where do you want to go next?

Catalina: I want to go home. I don’t feel like buying the souvenirs anymore.

Alfie: Are you sure? I thought you wanted to buy some stuff before you go home?

Catalina: I just feel tired. That’s it.

Alfie: O...kay.

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