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wolfhidewinter · 1 year
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A werewolf and his stuffed coo
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maraschinodevil · 3 months
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Via Cat Toffoli’s insta story
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stereax · 2 months
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imperatorrrrr · 1 year
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all smiles
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flame-of-bloom · 2 months
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so eso players sorry for the dumb question but how long did yall took to reach bastian's companion status (not max rapport)?
cuz im at least 3 weeks with him doing the mages guild daily quest scrying reading books and visiting places that get rapport points with him and i still cant get him out of the allied status
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jonasiegenthaler · 1 year
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njd@ott | 19.11.22
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leonsliga · 6 months
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Dream rotation but make it Shafkopf
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m3gahet · 5 months
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5B with Bastian for thé emotions chart ??
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albi-mander · 4 months
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this is how chapter 4-5 went right
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stromer · 6 months
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you simply have to laugh at the devils odd commitment to the bit of being dogshit anytime jhugh is injured
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wolfhidewinter · 1 year
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Aprils illustration on Patreon. This months voted theme was "wholesome Bastian content" so here's Bastian and Nessa taking a nap on a rainy full moon night in their cabin. Bastian is about brown bear sized and Nessa is a smaller werewolf in size. They're fairly smitten with one another <3 If you'd like to support me further and see the full size image consider checkin out my Patreon :) - https://www.patreon.com/Wolfhidewinter
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stereax · 8 months
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marrymepickering · 2 years
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This. Why do I love this so much?
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acrazybayernfan · 1 month
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furiouspatience · 2 years
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Hello yes I humbly request ROARING RAMPAGE OF RESCUE for Mariano please?
BTHB 2023 - Fill 5 - Roaring Rampage of Rescue
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My friends know exactly what scenario I'm using for this prompt, it's been plaguing me since I imagined it last week-ish.
TWs: blood, gore, murder, dismemberment, broken bones, kidnapping, aftermath of torture
Mariano was gone. Bastian was done with him being gone. He was going to do something about it, whether the people he'd finally tracked down liked it or not.
Ideally, they wouldn't like it one bit.
They had to have someone with them that also knew magic, someone who knew some barrier spell, he'd thought. There was something dampening his sense of where they'd taken his mage. They just had to have their own magic user--he didn't want to think that Mariano had gotten so weak so quickly. He felt his brand tugging at him, making him restless even as he flew faster and faster. He hadn't even been able to sleep, not meaningfully, not when he could've been doing something to get his mage back.
The ruined houses were smaller than expected, even as he landed with a ground-shaking thud. Tilting his head, he nosed the metal roof of one of them off, peeling it back with impatience. Where were they?
A rug caught his eye, and with a flick of scales and wings he'd turned back into his human-esque form. Humans liked hiding dumb things under rugs--the more plain and unobtrusive the better to be a hiding place, apparently. It was too new, though, too pristine. He kicked at it, revealing a metal handle lying flush against the wood. There it was.
When Bastian pulled, the door refused to give. It was locked tight. He pulled harder. Bracing himself, he pulled until the wood began to give. It creaked and groaned, beginning to scream for mercy as the once-hidden door began to bow. With a symphony of cracks, the wood began to splinter before the whole thing wailed its defeat.
A grin on his face, Bastian tossed the door aside and began to descend the stone staircase. A corridor lay before him, swathed in darkness. Reaching up, Bastian ripped a plank from the floor and lit it up with a puff of fire.
Taking a deep breath, Bastian roared wordlessly into the dark. His voice warped, bouncing his booming, howling promise through the hall. Somehow, things were even quieter as his announcement faded.
Filling the hallway never meant for someone his size, Bastian began to walk. He put his fist through the first door he saw, splintering the dry wood and flooding the tiny closet with his new torch. One person cowered in the corner, surrounded by bloody metal tools. When Bastian leaned in for a better look, he saw that the blood was still shiny.
Their scream cut off abruptly when their head met the stone wall across from their hiding place.
Stomping on their throat for good measure, Bastian kept walking. The next one burst out of a room ahead and charged with a shout, flailing a dagger like he'd never so much as cleaned a rabbit before. Bastian grabbed his weapon-wrist, twisted, and pulled, wrenching both a screech and the arm from the man's body. He dropped like a rock, scrambling away in stunned silence until Bastian pounced.
His head didn't put up much of a fight either, as Bastian brought the makeshift torch in his hand down repeatedly.
Once satisfied, Bastian didn't even bother with giving the last room a warning. He brought his foot up, driving his scaled heel into the door where the latch was. It cracked, drawing a shout from inside. A second kick and it swung open, hitting the wall with a shuddering rattle.
Bastian entered the room, a dark, thunderous growl rolling in his chest. His eyes met the last of the group's: their mage. He shook, unable to look away from Bastian as the dragon stalked forward, fire dripping from bared teeth. The mage took a step backwards, towards Mariano who slumped against the wall with his arms shackled above his head. It was as if the enemy mage didn't even have the heart to look at what their group had been doing, now that the consequences were snarling down at him from only a few feet away.
The mage's hands were bloody. His face and arms were bloody. He'd forgotten to drop the splattered metal rod that he'd been using on Mariano.
He didn't even have time to whimper before Bastian's hand was around his throat. He tried taking a swing with the rod, trying to knock it against Bastian's temple with a strangled sob. Bastian snapped his teeth closed around his shoulder. When Bastian pulled this time, their mage's body gave much, much easier than the door to the basement had, with a far louder screech. Another twist of his wrist and the mage was gone, neck broken as his corpse was dropped in a messy heap.
The rod clattered to the stone floor beneath them, and Mariano flinched.
Even with his wrists chained to the wall and head drooping, his mage still tried to protect himself. Bloody fingers twitched and for a moment, Mariano's magic lit up the room like lightning. It sputtered and hissed, bluffing at still holding any real danger. In the weak light Bastian caught just a glimpse of how Mariano looked, and it was enough to make his chest burn all over again. An arm was bent unnaturally, his glasses were obliterated, and his shirt probably wouldn't ever be light green again with how deeply it was stained with blood.
"Mariano." Bastian breathed, kneeling in front of his mage as the magic faded out. His hands cupped Mariano's face, carefully lifting his head and brushing scaled thumbs along his cheekbones. Dark eyes fluttered, unable to stay open for more than a moment, but he didn't make a move to sit up. He seemed to sink into the touch, instead, letting out a hoarse, wobbling hum. "Yeah, it's me. It's me."
Not willing to fully let go of Mariano now that he was right there, he reached up with one hand and grasped the chain connecting the manacles. He'd get that off later, first he needed to get Mariano out. With a deep snarl, Bastian pulled. The last thing capable of screaming did, the shoddy link snapping as Bastian began putting his shoulder into it.
Mariano let out a cracking sob and swayed hard as his arms were eased down to his lap, Bastian's other hand moving to his back to help keep him upright. He could feel how Mariano's breathing hitched, and how he seemed hesitant to lean backwards into his hold. "God, wish I'd've kept 'em alive longer." Bastian muttered.
More than ever though, he was grateful for Mariano's sense of preparation. The man never left town without ensuring they had at least three emergency potions of healing in their supplies--for this very situation, he supposed. Pulling out a small leather flask from his bag, Bastian unscrewed the top with his teeth and slid the hand at Mariano's back to the base of his head.
Carefully, he helped Mariano take the potion. Sip by tiny sip, a hint of color began to return to ashen lips and the awful noise he made when he exhaled began to subside. "There, that's a little better, huh?" He asked, putting the flask back in the bag. Mariano wasn't fully healed by any means, but this way Bastian was less afraid of carrying him.
"Up we go." Bastian said, gathering Mariano up and standing. His mage was boneless in his hold, face tipped back towards the ceiling and arms limply draped over his own stomach. His brow twisted, pulling another whine from his throat. "I know, I have a bed and another brink potion for you, then we'll get that arm set."
At least this group had chosen a house to infest, he thought, remembering the bed tucked away in the corner of the room above. It just needed some blankets. The roof would be easy enough to put back, too. It would work just fine for that one night, anyway.
For now, Mariano just needed a soft place to stretch out and his dragon to keep watch over him.
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