#beautiful dhampir boy

[mrsgiovanna]

OMG HES SO CUTE I just wanna hold him. And keep him with me. And never let him go. Ever.

Us at chibi-card😭 pls love him and kiss him and hold him forever

#beloved mutuals 🥺 #omg hes so kawaaaiiii #my heart #alucard fahrenheit tepes #beautiful dhampir boy

[sparingiscaring]

A Sorcerer who believes he's a Bard. A Fighter running on Rogue Hardware. What WILL I think of next

#my beautiful totally a bard robin mann the halfling #and new boy #tawus khuna the rogue who is for all intents and purposes a fighter dhampir #fellas do you ever make a rogue with i think the most hp in the party #he's either second or first

[milkywaydrabbles]

number 7 and 9 from flufftober list with alucard 🥺 baby boy is the prettiest man who ever lived and we gotta told him everyday

A/N: I swear one day I'll be able to make my fluff drabbles as long as the smut ones I'm still trying ;; I love Adrian Tepes with my whole heart I say it after every flufftober I write about him but I MEAN IT! Hope you like mwuah

“I could just stare at you forever” “Creep” “You’re the most beautiful being on the earth” x Alucard

Unnerving. That’s how Alucard would describe how you’re looking at him right now. He’s caught you staring a few times already. Normally he wouldn’t mind it, finding it rather adorable. But you’d be staring at him for what felt like hours now. Sighing every few minutes. Alucard tried to ignore it the best he could, really, he did. But how the fuck was he supposed to concentrate on anything at all when he felt your eyes boring into his soul. He sighed, giving in and closing the book in front of him. “Darling, you’re staring.”

“Mhm!” 

....

He anticipated more from you, not just a nod of affirmation and a smile. Okay then.

-

Alucard continued his day, and you yours, going about his duties within the village and you doing the daily chores around the castle (he always begged you to relax for a day, leave him something--anything--to do, but you never listened.) He’d swing in and check on you every now and again, and you’d just stare with a dreamy look on your face. Ignoring that. You’d talk to him while you washed clothes, yelling into the other room about some gossip you heard while he studied new defenses to put up around the village. Then the second he stepped into the room you grew silent, dopey smile on your lips. He thought he would burst, until you finally, finally, spoke up about it.

“I could just stare at you forever.”

....

“Creep.” You cackled, he continued. “That’s exactly what you’ve been doing. All day. I was starting to get worried I’ve forgotten something important and you were just waiting for me to notice.” Really, he was worried. Your laughter died down, hanging the rest of the clothes to try before bouncing over to the dhampir, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a chaste kiss. “Can’t help but to look at you, so handsome~” You cooed, peppering kisses all over his face. He smiled, chuffed to bits, and picked you up in his arms bridal style. You squealed, your giggles filling the air around him. Alucard spun you around, wanting to hear more of your happiness. It made his heart grow warm. “What are you going on about, silly girl?” You kicked your feet, leaning your head on his shoulder, and he swears he sees hearts in your eyes. “Feeling very lucky these days, is all. I don’t think I tell you enough that you’re pretty.” 

That made him bark out a laugh, beginning to walk out the wash room with you still in his arms, making way to his study again to have you sit on his lap whilst on the chair. “I think you tell me plenty, sweetheart.” Alucard kissed your forehead, and then your cheeks, and then your nose for good measure. You sighed, melting into his arms and running your fingers through his silky locks. “No, I mean it, you’re so pretty. Beautiful even!” You sat up straight, taking his face in your hands. “You’re beautiful, Adrian. You’re the most beautiful being on this Earth. And I’m so lucky, to be yours.” Alucard let out a shaky breath. You’re always so appreciative of him, really, you are. But each and every time he hears you wax poetry about him it takes his breath away. He never considered that he would make you feel the same way you made him feel. Even though that’s a silly thought, sometimes it was difficult to remember that you loved him. Sometimes it was difficult to imagine anyone loving him.

But you reminded him each and every day.

“Correction, darling--I’m so lucky to be yours.” Alucard tipped your head back, pouring all his love and affection into the kiss. He wanted you to feel his emotions deep in your bones, enough that your marrow would turn to love itself. He kissed you until you pulled back to breathe, and he kissed you some more after that. “Adrian,” you started with a breathy laugh gently holding his jaw.

“We’re lucky then, together.”

#milk writes #adrian tepes #alucard #alucard x reader #castlevania #adrian tepes x reader #alucard tepes x reader #castlevania (2017) #alucard fluff #adrian tepes fluff #milk flufftober

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Galileo Galilei Main Story

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Not proofread.

I spotted Galileo in the middle of the night and quietly followed him into the garden.

Unlike during the day, the moonlight pouring down made the flowers stand out in the darkness.

(There he is.)

Amid that beautiful view, Galileo knelt and gazed at the flowers.

His melancholic amethyst eyes exude a sense of vulnerability, making him seem like a different person from his usual cold self.

Feeling as though I shouldn't interrupt, I merely watched as he plucked a red flower and brought it to his lips.

(It's just like the first time we met.)

(Why is he eating the flowers? To suppress the urge to drink blood?)

But right now, he doesn't seem to possess any will.

He seemed so hollow and fragile that he might vanish if I touched him.

As I watched, he picked another flower and ate it, then looked up at the sky, making a faint sound.

The red petals that fell from his lips adorned his chest as if it were a separate world.

(I can't take my eyes off him.)

Enthralled by the scene, I suddenly heard quiet footsteps approaching.

Drake: "Curious?"

Mitsuki: "Drake."

Drake gave a light smile and turned his gaze to Galileo.

Drake: "You know, he doesn't even realize it."

Mitsuki: "Realize what?"

Drake: "He's been unconsciously trapped all these years by his dead brethren without realizing it."

Mitsuki: "Dead brethren? You mean the dhampirs?"

Unable to fully grasp the conversation, I asked again, and Drake sadly smiled.

Drake: "Beneath those red flowers lie the corpses of the dhampir."

Mitsuki: "............"

I was left speechless, unable to fathom what I just heard.

The girl running away with her father and the sickly boy lying in bed with his parents watching over him—their persecuted and deprived lives I had experienced in my dreams came back to me.

Drake: "He couldn't leave those dhampirs who died so cruelly."

Drake: "After spending some time here at this hideout, he managed to bring them here and mourn them under the beautiful flowers."

Drake: "I guess he thinks they can rest peacefully now."

Drake: "Perhaps he also wants someone to witness what he's going to do next."

(Galileo planted flowers above the corpses of the dhampir.)

Drake: "Blanc flowers are white. But why do red flowers bloom only in that place?"

Drake: "It's like those red flowers absorbed blood."

Quietly, Drake weaved the tale hidden within the voiceless flowers.

Drake: "By consuming the blood-stained flowers like that, he is etching the grievances of the dhampirs into himself."

Drake: "At least, that's how I see it."

Mitsuki: "..........."

In front of us, Galileo continued to bring the red flowers to his lips.

His figure, bathed in moonlight, appeared even more fleeting.

(Galileo had gone back in time and tried many times to save the dhampirs, but…)

(He's so consumed by sorrow that he engraves it on himself like this because he couldn't succeed.)

Mitsuki: "How long have you been with Galileo?"

Drake: "How long? Hahaha! I've already forgotten."

Drake: "He grabbed my hand when I was about to die and pulled me up from the sea. That's how we met."

Mitsuki: "So you're one of the important brethren Galileo managed to save."

Mitsuki: "I'm glad you're by Galileo's side."

Drake: "..........."

(Even if it's just one person, the life he saved matters.)

Drake: "You're a good kid, little fawn."

He shrugged and smiled.

I returned my gaze to Galileo, recalling his words.

------------Flashback-----------

Galileo: "I attempted to change the fate of my brethren using this door."

Galileo: "I tried multiple times to save the few of them born throughout history, but it always ended in failure. It's as if the world rejects them."

Galileo: "Dhampirs are destined to disappear from history."

---------Flashback Ends--------

(Galileo has been carrying the deaths of his brethren.)

Even after paying respects, he still put flowers in his mouth.

Also...

------------Flashback-----------

Galileo: "And I have a warning for you."

Galileo: "Don't ever mention that man in front of me again."

---------Flashback Ends--------

(Perhaps denying his past self stems from his grievance towards his brethren.)

But at that moment, there was also intense anger.

(Galileo might be carrying something else as well.)

As I watched him with the red flower on his lips, I felt a tightness in my chest.

After returning inside, Drake told me not to tell him what he had just said and went back to his room.

(I need to be careful not to mention that scene or the dhampirs in front of him.)

At that moment,

Galileo: "What are you doing at this hour?"

Mitsuki: "Galileo."

I turned around and saw the person in question standing before me.

His eyes, now sharp and quizzical, were completely different from the empty expression earlier.

Mitsuki: "Um, getting some water. What about you?"

Galileo: "I was just taking in the night air."

There was a slight pause in his response. It's possible he didn't remember what happened earlier.

(I wanted to heal his sorrow by knowing him and to stop his purpose, but there's nothing I can do for now.)

Unable to find the right words, I looked up at him with a melancholic feeling.

Galileo: "You sometimes stare at people like that."

Mitsuki: "Huh?"

Galileo: "It's like you're trying to see something in them."

He continued to look at me without averting his gaze.

Galileo: "Honestly, I was surprised when you came to this hideout."

Mitsuki: "Why's that?"

Galileo: "You could have trusted the vampires in the mansion, even though we set the terms."

Galileo: "You could have turned a blind eye to the truth."

(There might have been such options.)

But all that was on my mind was wanting to protect everyone in the mansion and wanting to know the real him. Even if there was an option to escape, I probably wouldn't have chosen it.

Galileo: "You said you wanted to know me even after knowing my purpose, but aren't you afraid of me?"

(I...)

What naturally came out of my lips was surprising even to me.

Mitsuki: "I'm not afraid."

Mitsuki: "I was indeed scared at first."

Mitsuki: "Even now, I'm a bit scared. But..."

(I can't quite express it, but when I look at him, my heart tightens.)

(I want to understand why I feel this way.)

I want to know why his eyes were filled with danger and a hint of melancholy.

Mitsuki: "I want to face you head-on without turning away."

Galileo: "............"

Silence fell between us.

We exchanged glances for a while, and eventually, he let out a small sigh.

Galileo: "You're truly honest and righteous to a fault."

Surprisingly, his voice lacked its usual coldness.

He turned away, and I hesitantly called out to him.

Mitsuki: "Um, goodnight."

For a moment, it seemed like he might turn back toward me, but Galileo melted into the shadows of the night without looking back.

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#ikemen vampire #ikevamp drake #ikevamp galileo #ikevamp #ikevamp jp #ikevamp translations #cybird

[papastarion]

Papastarion Headcanons

Because I have been plagued by visions of Astarion with a dhampiric horde of children for the past few weeks, and now I must inflict it on others. (These are based in my own personal canon for the postgame, so Thea = Tav.)

He’s initially terrified of the idea of having a child, but he plays it cool, because of course he would. Dhampirs are uncommon, and he worries about losing the love of his life if something happens. Having someone else to lose now, too, doesn’t make it any easier to turn his mind back to rational thinking.

Once the idea settles, gods help everyone. He’s proud as a peacock, and cautiously optimistic about this new part of his future. It helps that he’s known how badly Thea has wanted a family for almost as long as he’s known her. He just never thought he would be able to give it to her, and he can’t quite put into words how grateful he is that she didn’t have to give it up for him, after all.

It also helps that they’ve been functional coparents to their adopted daughter (my friend’s Tav) since they met the girl post-nautiloid. As far as he and Thea are concerned, she’s just as much theirs as this one is.

She’s not their only adopted child, either. While Thea is pregnant with their first biological child, they also end up adopting a newborn Mephistopheles tiefling they name Mina. She’s the biological daughter of Thea’s ex-husband, in fact. When Thea finds out said ex plans on doing away with his newborn child to hide the fact that his family has made deals with devils, she and Astarion jump in to take the girl.

Dalyria is also a major help. Research on dhampirs is limited, so not only does she get to add to the woefully limited information with her own observations, but she also gets to be there for her brother and Thea, who she’s become good friends with. As a druid, Thea likes to discuss medical herbology with Dalyria while Dalyria likes to teach her more complex medical skills. Dalyria is also the one who delivers all of their children. Thea and Astarion don’t trust anyone else like they trust her when the time comes.

If Astarion thought Thea was the most beautiful person in the world before, then there’s no word for what he thinks of her over the course of her pregnancy, and after.

The first time he holds their firstborn, a boy they name Nero, he’s smitten. As far as Astarion is concerned, he’s perfect. He never wants to let him go. It takes him a while to reconcile the fact that he could have had any part in making someone so innocent.

He loves taking catnaps with his kids, especially while they’re still really small. They’re so warm and the feeling of them tucked against his chest, completely trusting of him, never gets old.

He was never one to give much thought to children before Thea. He never really considered having his own, especially not after Cazador. But he’s the type to think his kids are perfect and everyone one else’s should be like them. Very proud dad.

He’s very protective, too. Nothing could stand between him and protecting his family. He’d tear down Faerûn if it would keep them safe. However, he doesn’t keep them out of all trouble. He can be quite the partner in crime when it comes to pranks.

I refuse to believe they don’t find a way for him to walk in the sun again. He loves traveling as a family. They definitely have their place they call home, but there’s too much world to stay in one place, and he wants their children to see it all, too.

Dhampir teething is a nightmare. They’re already miserable about the whole ordeal, but it gets worse once their fangs start to come in, too. He tries to make sure if they’re going to bite, they’re biting him, not Thea or one of their siblings.

He tells the best bedtime stories, hands down. It’s because his voice is so animated.

He and Thea have a total of seven children to their name - their two adopted daughters and five biological children. He’s never less awestruck about how his life has turned out, not by Thea or by their children. The irony of the total coming out to seven is not lost on him.

#I just think Astarion would be a good dad and I think he deserves to have the most chaotic brood of children in the Realms #he’s the Vampire Ascendant to YOU to me he’s a PTA Dad who would dominate a bake sale #Astarion #my Tav #bg3 #Thea

[kane25]

Linked Universe but it is Vampire Hunter au Part 1

Twilight: Time´s grandson

Born from a forbidden relationship between a hylian woman and a vampire. He is a dhampir that belongs nowhere, neither light nor darkness.

Stuck with the curse of being a creature that shouldn't come to exist. That's why he is trying to live his life as a normal human in an isolated village away from vampiric nonsense called Ordon.

And everything changes when a rogue vampire attack his beloved village.

Has to leave everything he knows behind.

Who is Wolfie?

It is animalistic and dangerous. No wonder the dhampir can't control Wolfie as much as he begs.

Dusk needs to find someone to help him with his vampiric powers.

Enter Wild!

About eating habits:

He can eat normal food but sometimes need a little drop of blood to subdue hunger.

nobody tells him where the blood comes from since they are afraid of how he is gonna react if he knows the truth. While suffering from nightmares because of it.

Time: A extremely experienced vampire hunter.

About family:

He is married to Malon, a beautiful redhead woman that lives on a ranch called Lon Lon.

Time has been over the moon when he learns about the pregnancy. He is a gonna be a great father to his little redhead girl.

As she grows old, his daughter runs away from home with her vampire lover.

About work:

While trying to balance work and family life, he sometimes forgets important dates like birthdays.

As he grows old, Time needs to train the new generation of vampire hunters for the sake of the organization that he already retires from.

Out of a new vampire hunter recruits, he decides to train a young boy named Wind as his sore successor.

About a specific co-worker:

He is jealous of Twilight and Wild´s relationship. It seems more brotherlike than the mentee and mentor relationship.

Twilight relies so much on Wild that Time is afraid of never meeting his grandson.

Not so happy with Lullaby´s cousin that he wasn't chosen to be Twilight´s mentor.

Wild: a promising vampire hunter that was left alone in the wilderness when he was a baby.

A/N: He can date Zelda or Sidon. I don't mind Zelink or SidLink. I love those pairings with all my heart. They can be together if you want. Don't accept Yoona slander in this house

If Zelda is dating Link, Sidon is with Yoona.

If Sidon is dating Link, Zelda is with Yoona.

About romantic relationship:

He is dating someone. Nobody knows whose he or she is. Well, he is deeply in love with that person.

About his pup:

Firstly, he didn't know why Flora´s cousin chose him as a mentor for a young dhampir.

Wild sees himself in Twilight. He clearly cares about the dhampir like a big brother.

He knows the teenager looks up to him so much.

The vampire hunter uses his own blood to help Twilight with hunger problems without him knowing.

About specific co-worker:

He doesn't like the idea of Time stealing his mentee. Despite knowing those two are related by blood.

Time already got a mentee to care for. He doesn't need another one to his repertoire.

#vampire #legend of zelda #linked universe #lu twilight #lu time #lu wild #reverse roles #vampire hunter au #zelink #sidlink #malink #wolf link #lu wolfie #dhampir

[vampiremommyinquisition]

Bloody husbands

Good morning my bloody child…I managed to get through 1 act in 4 hours? Either way, it's a success. Minthara baby…sorry, but I needed a massacre at camp…nothing personal.

I'll say right off the bat, about Astarion. He is beautiful the way he is, but my eyes are very washed out from this game, so let the old broad play with mods on his appearance. Thanks

I love seeing the interaction between spawn and dhampir( Baal's spawn). But I like coming to Cazador and spamming his ascended vampire skills more, while my husband stands in the corner so he doesn't get thrown anywhere and pushed into the ritual circle. I don't really know how I can properly write Lucian into the baldur universe, because in fact he's my original character from the vampire universe. Dracula's son and vampire king…there's no way to adequately fit him into Baldur….. But I love reading Astarion's dialog

No vampire would ever create a rival, there is simply no such thing

And he's the same one who gains a lover as an "Ascended" vampire. Who solves all his problems, cheers him up and makes him feel alive. Maximum comfort moon baby, Astarion…. my sweet boy This is the third save with them, the first was not successful and the game killed me all the mods and I had to reinstall the game, then…there was valor, and now tactics and I enjoy how fast the enemies fall. Relaxation time with the vampire husband. I want to give my husband the whole damn world, preferably without her ascension, BUT THERE MAY BE SOMETHING WRONG WITH THIS SAVE. It's the ascended astarion that scares me, that's the problem.

But I understand that for Baal's bastard, the ascended astarion is like a favorite toy. It's ironic…..

#astarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 tav #dhampir

[quietly-by-myself]

Fearless - Chapter 9

Masterlist

CW: fantasy whump, nonhuman whumpee, dhampir/vampire whumpee, human whumpee, mutual caretaking, emotional whump, recovery whump, aftermath whump, aftermath of trauma, denial, angst, depressed whumpee, PTSD

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There were few secluded places on the island, especially for two young adults escaping the Dragon King. The only places that remained uninhabited were those where landmines laced the forest grounds from wars long past. 

It would seem like a madman’s feat to build a house where landmines threatened to blow the foot off of anyone who dared to walk the land. However, with Kaloyan’s magic, Nikolay and Kaloyan were able to safely traverse the forest to a field with a beautiful pond. 

Nikolay could only imagine that the field had once been home to barracks. Weeds grew where cattails had been cut down. Thistles stung their unclothed feet, but neither of them cared. Calluses protected them from the worst of the damage. Had life been good for the soldiers who’d lived in this scenic little piece of land?

For a moment, Nikolay could forget that war raged around them. That the land he was to inhabit was only abandoned because not even the Dragon King was daring enough to fight there.

The construction of the house was easy enough with Nikolay’s magic. Kaloyan would use his magic to cut down trees and Nikolay’s magic would refine them into planks, then planks into walls and floors. It was their peace of paradise, even as the two slept under the stars while the house went up.

A dock, a roof, four walls, a small kitchen with a stove for heat made of refined river stones - this was their home. The final day of construction was a joyous occasion. Kaloyan went out hunting while Nikolay put the door on the house. 

When Kaloyan returned, Nikolay smiled at him.

“Want to come in?”

Kaloyan smiled in return. “More ready than I’ve ever been.”

Kaloyan was the one who turned the knob. Though they’d entered the house during construction, it was different now. There was a magic to it. The house was theirs. It would be their home, in the middle of a forest of landmines, where they could live in peace. As boys turned to men by war, it was all they could’ve hoped for.

The stove soon burned with fire from Kaloyan’s magic. Though it was empty of any furniture, the forest not having had anything to help them make any, it was more home than either of the two men had ever felt before. 

Kaloyan approached Nikolay and, for the first time, pulled Nikolay into a hug. 

“I’m so glad I picked you to be my bonded mage.”

Nikolay didn’t say anything in return, though he certainly felt the same. Instead, he relaxed into the dhampir’s arms, relaxing for the first time in what felt like a century.

—

A broken door, smashed dishes, and blood on the floor marred Nikolay and Kaloyan’s perfect home. Nikolay hardly remembered how any of the damage had happened. Had he been cooking? There was food on the floor, near the broken dishes.

Looking around, Nikolay realized he needed to get Kaloyan to a bed. Gently, Nikolay shook Kaloyan. Kaloyan let out a heartbreaking whimper at the gentle shake.

“Don’t hurt me.”

Nikolay pulled his hand back immediately, shocked. “Kaloyan, it’s just me. I want you to get to your bed.”

Their beds had been left untouched when Dimitar and his group had raided the place. It was a kindness that Nikolay hadn’t expected from someone like Dimitar. At that moment, though, all it meant was that Kaloyan could lie down for now.

Once Kaloyan was in bed, Nikolay went to the kitchen. He was starving, but knew not to feed himself too quickly after the starvation. With a little bit of magic, the frozen meat that they’d stored was quickly cooked over the stove that was all too easy to light.

As Nikolay took a seat at their table that only had one chair that wasn’t broken to eat, he heard crying. It was Kaloyan. 

The sound struck all the words out of Nikolay. What was he supposed to say? How was he supposed to react? Kaloyan thought that Nikolay hated him. Of course, too affected by what they’d gone through, Kaloyan couldn’t look through their bond to see that Nikolay didn’t hate him. In fact, Nikolay loved Kaloyan more than ever.

Sure, hearing Kaloyan say that he hated Nikolay had affected Nikolay. How could it not? Nikolay, though, hadn’t been hurt by it. Rather, it had infuriated him. It had hurt him to see his best friend say that - only because Kaloyan had been abused so badly. Nikolay was tormented by seeing his friend so severely mutilated, mentally and physically.

Kaloyan had gotten it worse than him. Nikolay was sure of it. As much as Nikolay hated to admit it, Kaloyan was just more sensitive than him, too. Everything affected Kaloyan more than Nikolay.

How the hell was Nikolay supposed to help Kaloyan? The words of the mage came back to him, but Nikolay hadn’t been traumatized. He’d fought back. He’d escaped and rescued Kaloyan. To say he was traumatized would be a lie. Kaloyan was the one who was traumatized.

So why then did they need to follow the path of healing together, if Nikolay wasn’t traumatized?

Fuck.

Never before had Nikolay felt so helpless. Not with the Dragon King. Not with his father’s death. Not with anything. Why? Why had Kaloyan been hurt? Why the innocent one?

Why are you guilty if Kaloyan is innocent?

That question planted in his head by that ancient mage echoed in Nikolay’s head. Nikolay had no good answer to it. What was wrong with him? He was the strong one. Why couldn’t he be stronger?

The days passed slowly. Kaloyan showed a smile to Nikolay, but Nikolay knew the truth - Kaloyan was getting worse. Between the crying and the nightmares that woke them both up, Nikolay knew Kaloyan was slipping away. Kaloyan was a shell of the person who was his best friend. Nikolay didn’t know what to do.

In his head, Nikolay cried to some higher power, the goddess he’d worshiped for years but who’d forsaken Nikolay, for help. He needed help. Kaloyan was hurt. Kaloyan was hurt. Nikolay-

Nikolay was hurt, too.

Just admitting that made the helplessness fifty times worse. How was he supposed to help Kaloyan when he himself was hurt?

His hands weren’t the same. When he tried to fix the legs of the chairs Dimitar’s followers had broken, his hands couldn’t wrap entirely around the chair legs. 

Nikolay was weak. Why had he fought so stupidly? Why couldn’t he have been smarter? Why? Why was life like this? Why had his goddess forsaken him? Why had his father died? Why had he fallen for the Dragon King’s lies?

Drowning was the only word Nikolay could put to his emotions. He was running out of oxygen, sinking, confused, and unable to find his way to the surface. The tight feeling in his shoulders and chest never went away.

Wheezing. Gasping. Heaving. What was he supposed to do?

Nikolay did the only thing he knew how to - throw himself into work. Kaloyan spent most of his time in bed and was refusing to eat. Nikolay didn’t blame him. However, Nikolay needed to work. He knew it was dangerous to feel so helpless and work was the only way he could stop feeling.

Working on the house was no easy task. Besides the door that had been broken in, all the windows needed repairs. The roof had been in a state of disrepair for a while - Nikolay needed to fix that. He needed to check the integrity of the foundation. He needed to help Kaloyan.

Fixing the house was helping Kaloyan. How could Kaloyan feel safe in a house that bore the damage of his tormentor?

So, Nikolay fixed the house. The door came first, then the windows. However, as Nikolay got to the roof, he noticed something. When he’d try to manipulate the logs into planks, they wouldn’t become smooth. They wouldn’t feel weatherproof as Nikolay had intended.

Yes, helplessness was indeed dangerous for someone of his magic. He was losing his magic. He was becoming Tainted. 

However, helplessness fed into helplessness. How was Nikolay supposed to break the cycle? Sure, he’d broken the cycle of violence, but violence had replaced itself with helplessness. After all, if he couldn’t fight it, how was Nikolay supposed to fix it?

Sitting by one of the walls where a bullet hole pierced pristine wood, Nikolay found his heart full of ire. Why couldn’t he just be stronger? Kaloyan needed him to be strong. Yet, somehow, Nikolay couldn’t be strong.

As he tried to fix the hole, manipulate the wood around him to repair it, his magic fizzled.

Damn it all.

Resigned for the first time in a long time, Nikolay buried his face in his hands and cried, trying to keep the noise down so as to not alert Kaloyan.

Nikolay was going to become Tainted. He was going to become like the beast that had hurt Kaloyan. The beast that had hurt him. He was traumatized by that beast. That trauma was going to be his downfall.

Tears rolled down his face as he realized that Kaloyan would truly hate him. Not words that Dimitar would force out of his mouth, but true, unadulterated hatred for a beast.

Nikolay wanted to stop it. Nikolay wanted to change himself. He wanted to be strong. As he sat there, sobbing quietly, though, Nikolay realized that he never would be again. He would become Tainted and Kaloyan would hate him, if Kaloyan didn’t die in the process.

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#nonhuman whumpee #vampire whumpee #human whumpee #mutual caretaking #emotional whump #recovery whump #aftermath whump #aftermath of trauma #denial whump #whump angst #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump fic #whump community #fantasy whump #depressed whumpee #ptsd tw #fearless story #dhampir whumpee

[whumpy-writings]

The Dhampir Files

For Febuwhump 2024, I will be writing an Of Vampires and Men spin-off mini series called The Dhampir Files.

This story takes place in the same world as the main OVAM storyline, but you don't have to read OVAM to enjoy TDF or vice versa.

CW: Implied forced pregnancy, implied future abusive parents

Felix and Mildred Turner are vampires, Lucians, scientists, and madly in love. They just had their first child together, a beautiful baby girl named Violet. The Turners specialize in biology, specifically vampire and human physiology and anatomy. But they want more. They want to be able to study dhampirs, the illegal offspring of vampires and humans. Dhampirs are hard to come by, but when a friend offers them a pregnant human and her human lover, the Turners can't turn down the opportunity. Once the baby human, Miles, is born, they put their plan into action. Soon enough, they have what they've been dreaming about: two dhampirs. Renn has a vampire father and a human mother, and Cal has a vampire mother and human father. Now all the Turners have to do is wait until the dhampirs reach maturity. . .

General content warnings for this series are abusive parents, multiple whumpers, carewhumpers, and lab whump.

Basically this entire series is about abusive parents (though Renn and Cal are both adults). I know that's a sensitive topic for a lot of people, so if you want to avoid this series, you can block the following tags:

#parent whumper

#renn and cal

#the dhampir files

#abusive parent tw

I'll also be starting up a separate tag list for this series. If you want to be added to the tag list, either reply to this post or send me an ask!

Every time I start a new series I think "This is the darkest thing I've ever written," but with this one it might actually be true. Renn and Cal will be going through some shit. It's gonna be a great time (at least for me, the boys are absolutely not having a good time).

#febuwhump 2024 #parent whumper #renn and cal #the dhampir files #abusive parent tw #dhampir whump #lab whump

[nyxnygma]

Salutations! Much love and appreciation to the talented writers here that share the same loved for a beloved 80s classic like TLB as I do! If obliged I would like to request a Poly!TLB based prompt where they become drawn to a fem! dhampir reader sheltered under the protection of her vampire father. What they don't know is that her father and the boys' sire Max carry heavy history as rivals.

O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? || Poly!Lostboys

[Poly!Lostboys x Fem!Dhampire!Reader]

Summary: The boys fall for a girl they see on the board but no matter how many times they attempt to talk to her, she disappears

Warnings: vampirism, the boys are kind of stalkerish, cursing

Masterlist

A/N: for some reason I completely forgot what dhampires were for a hot sec. I gave her the ability to turn into fog for fun. Hope this is okay (I don’t think this is what you had in mind sorry) and sorry for the long wait ♡♡

You enjoyed venturing the boardwalk in the moonlight. You come to the attraction most nights, when you are able to sneak out the house, and enjoy the rides and food. Your father only allowed you to leave the house once a month but you found an escape through your bathroom window.

The boys spotted you the first night you explored the beachside. You looked like a tourist the way you admired the neon lights and the way you smiled at the rides. Your beauty was unlike anything they had ever seen before. They had to speak to you.

You were sat on a bench enjoying some dessert as they admired you from afar. “I have to go talk to her,” Paul announces as he stands up dramatically.

“Wait I’m coming too!” Marko quickly replicates the taller boys actions and they both begin to stalk towards you through the crowds. The only problem was one minute you were there, the next you were gone. The only thing around was fog.

“Shit,” Paul curses, “where the hell did she go, man!”

“I don’t know,” Marko shrugs and turns around to question his brothers but they seemed just as confused.

The next time the quartet saw you, David and Dwayne tried to approach you but the same thing happened. This only intrigued the boys more.

A couple days later, you were back on the boardwalk. You were aware of the four vampires watching your every step since day one but it didn’t bother you. You knew who they were and you knew that their leader was Max so you stayed away. You were convinced they were spying on you on behalf of the older vampire.

Yet again, you saw the two youngest blondes strut towards you and you planned to pull your usual antic of transforming into fog but you felt a strong hand grip you wrist.

“Didn’t know there was other vampires in town,” David smiled down at you. You pull away from him.

“Your fog trick is so cool!” Paul compliments as he approaches you.

“Thanks? And I’m technically a dhampire..” you mutter. Communication is a hard skill to learn after being locked in a house with no one to talk to but your father. “Now I need to go.”

“Why in such a rush?” Marko tilts his head, “why do you also disappear when we approach you?”

This confused you more. They didn’t know who you were.

“Sorry for my brothers’ rudeness,” Dwayne gave a posted look to the others, “Maybe we should introduce ourselves. I’m Dwayne.”

You already knew their names but you nodded along with their introductions anyways. “Nice to meet you all. I’m Y/N.”

“Beautiful name for a beautiful face,” David smirks. Heat rises into your cheeks. The only flirting you have ever witnessed was on the television.

“How come we don’t see you around that often?” Dwayne asks.

“Oh I’ve only started leaving my house recently,” you said like it wad normal thing, for all you knew it might be for vampires.

“You’ve been stuck in your house all these years?” Marko furrows his eyebrows.

“Yup,” you nod, the boys looked at you in shock.

“Then let’s make up for them years by having fun every time we see you, ay?” Paul flashes a big goofy grin making you giggle and nod.

And the five of you did just that. During the next month, you went on all the rides multiple times, ate as much food as you could, hung out in the cave, gave you your first alcoholic drink, went late night swimming, scared tourists and so much more. You had strong, indescribable feelings for the four vampires and you were miserable on the nights where you couldn’t climb out the window. You still haven’t told them about the ancient feud between Max and your father.

“Hey! How bout we get rent a movie from Max’s store?” Marko suggests with a proud begin plastered into his face.

“How about the beach again?” You quickly suggest, you knew Max would recognise your sent. Marko tried to hide the fact he was disappointed at the speed you shot down his suggestion. The boys nodded anyway at the beach and you all trekked down, your arm interlocked with David’s.

You were all ready to sit down on the branch on the floor when you heard your name being called, turning around you saw you father. “Y/N? What in God’s name are you doing here?”

Marko, Paul, Dwayne and David all looked at you in confusion. “Dad I-” you tried to come up with an excuse but you father saw your company.

“We are going. It’s bad enough you leave without informing me but loitering about with Max’s gang is unexplainable,” you saw the anger in the man’s eyes.

You shot an apologetic look at the stunned group before leaving with the elder vampire. You were sent to your room as soon as you stepped through the threshold of the house and you father forbade you from leaving the house for another two months as punishment. You loved your father and you understood that all this was to keep you safe (the more skills and abilities you learn, the more time you’re allowed out the house) but he always took things to extreme level.

Moping in your room over the thought you’ll never see the men you desired, you hear something hit the window. You ignore it thinking it’s just a branch but when it happens ago you turn to watch a tiny pebble hit the window. You rush over to open it and look down seeing the vampires staring up at your window but with a gust of wind, they were behind you.

“What are you doing here?” You ask in a quietly.

“We wanted to see you,” Paul explains a little to loud making me shush him.

“We followed you back here to let you know we enjoyed hanging out with you and we are not prepared to let this stop,” Dwayne whispers, “even now we learnt about our sire’s rival.”

You envelope them all into a group hug, “I would love to hang out as soon as my father’s rules calm down but in the meanwhile don’t forget about me.”

“Oh sweet Juliet,” David smirks, “we could never.”

#the lost boys #lost boys #tlb #lost boys smut #lost boys marko #lost boys paul #lost boys david #lost boys dwayne #poly lost boys #poly!tlb #poly!tlb x reader #poly the lost boys #poly lost boys x reader #poly!lost boys

[not-so-lost-after-all]

Wen was a delicate beautiful child with bluegreen eyes and silver hair. She was stern and serious for her age to the point people found her unsettling. But she had a way with words and a lovely voice. Other children never liked her much. Even auntie Shadowheart's boys merely tolerated her. It was alright though, she preferred the company of the adults anyway. She was spending most of her time with her parents and she loved them so, so much.

She knew what papa is since she remembered. Wen noticed mama has bite marks from time to time and asked her once if it's making her ill or if it hurts. Mama just kissed her forehead and told her not to worry, it's like just another cut. Since then, mama tried to hide the bite marks better. Wen read about vampires in the books and was confused because papa was not exactly scary, she just thought vampires are stronger and misunderstood. But sadly, Wen was born a mere mortal half elf, with neither mama's magical skill nor papa's abilities to fight.

Her papa disappeared for an entire week once and came back one night when Wen was already in her bedroom but she heard them. Mama raised her voice and hissed at papa that she was worried sick, what the hell was he thinking? He hushed her, probably hugged her and mama continued rambling for some time but her voice was quieter and quieter until it intertwined with his.

In the morning, Wen asked papa in tight voice and with tears in her eyes if it was because of her, because she was defective, she'll do anything to be like him. “Please, don't leave.” Papa grabbed her shoulders but spoke softly. “Little bird, don't you think you want to be like me. One day I'll tell you what it's like but now it would only give you nightmares. You are perfect as you are. If I leave sometimes, it's not because of you. It could never be because of you.” He sighed and put his arms around her. Even after that, he sometimes left to be alone but never for that long or without letting her and mama know.

Her parents dotted on her and tried their best to raise her but some months ago, shortly after her tenth birthday, she read about potions that can terminate pregnancy. It left her wondering if her parents really wanted her or... just did let it happen. When she pleaded with auntie Shadowheart to tell her the truth about it if she knows, the woman was both surprised and amused. “Aren't you too young to ask such things? Well... Let me just tell you that your mother was scared when she found out about you. She may look young but was almost eighty when she had you and didn't look forward to take care of a dhampir child or give birth to some dead abomination. I just said that I don't judge but if she wants to end it, I'd kill her if she ever tells your dad. They decided to have you and happy when they first saw you. You're their first child and almost certainly the last.”

Now Wen was trembling in her bed, both covered in sweat and shivering. Her parents were beside her bed, thinking she can't hear them in her state. “I could have turn her if...” That was papa but she never heard him speaking with such despair. Wen tried to open her eyes and saw him in mama's arms but she herself was barely holding it together, her eyes hollow and skin pale as marble. “Don't... don't even think about it. If the worst happens, I'll probably lose my mind but even that wouldn't be worth condemning you two to hells.”

Wen tried to fight falling asleep. She won't disappoint them, she loves them so much and she won't die and it was perfectly enough to make them happy. The last thing she remembers was auntie Shadowheart's hands on her forehead and cheeks. The next morning, she woke up with clear head and lungs and a singing heart...

#astarion #my contribution to the “papastarion” topic #you dont know me if you think this was ever going to be fluffy #loving dysfunctional family #my writing

[nightwardenminthara]

so be it T | 455 words another pwotr ficlet: a conversation between cyril and daeran right before he accepted his new position as Knight-Commander

“You know, I was not aware Lord Lodovka had a grandchild. I’d always thought the leaves on that family tree were rather barren.” Daeran’s voice betrays the spark of curiosity he hides behind a disinterested look at his wine glass.

“You should write to him and tell him just that, he would be overjoyed to know his efforts to conceal my existence weren’t in vain.”

“Oh, maybe I will.” He smiles and recites: “My Dearest Lord, forgive me, how could I be so unaware of your lovely grandson? You have deprived the Court of a truly interesting guest, how glad I am that my dear cousin has seen fit to elevate him to this new command. I daresay there’s not a soul in Kenabres who doesn’t know the name Cyril Lodovka now. I am thrilled to finally have a fresh face to add to my guest lists.”

Cyril chuckles, smiling into his own glass. “You may send him into a conniption. Throw in some reference to bacchanal blood-drinking feasts and the fashionability of the Undead and even the chirurgeons will struggle to mend him.”

“Oh, that does give me some ideas. A grand feast in your honor. I’ll need to make arrangements,” The Count is looking at him in that way he does, innocently amused.

Cyril is once more thankful of his incapability of blushing. He thought himself beyond such idle flirtations from young, foppish nobles. Plenty had seen him as a rebellious amusement in Brevoy, the danger of dhampirism alongside bastardy. He’d allowed himself to be used in his younger days – relished their attentions, their bodies, their blood – and then they’d become annoyances. He’d turned his attentions to alchemy and lost the fascination and yearning for a glimpse of the noble life he would never know. All he could achieve was a facsimile of it and the entitlement of young dandies and noblewomen had become grating.

And yet… this boy. He’s clever and he knows it. Beautiful and talented and all too aware of that, too. Even his complaining isn’t enough to sour Cyril entirely.

Daeran continues, looking at him through his golden lashes, “Any preferences on the libations?”

Cyril pauses, a finger to his lips as if he truly is in quiet contemplation. “The elven blood served here is suitable, as suitable as anything not directly from the source can be.” He looks directly at the Count. “Although, if it is to be a lavish affair, I’ve always been partial to aasimar.”

The Count’s eyes narrow and then he laughs and Cyril hears the performance in it. “Then so be it: an aasimar maiden, ready to be devoured. I did always believe that the centerpiece should be a talking point.”

“So be it.”

#ch: cyril lodovka #pwotr fic #writing tag #still wanting to collect these on here but idk i may make something more connected and cohesive out of them once im done to post on ao3 #who knowsss #set in end of act 1 #do i cw age gap this lol... cyril is nearly 40 and i assume daeran is around 21/22 based on timeline #commander x daeran #cyril x daeran

[ask-joachim-armster]

Lord Armster, if you don't mind but I have three questions for you sir:

1) if a vampire decides to kidnaps a daughter of vampire hunters beacuse they came from powerful bloodline (excluding the Belmont clan and other branches of the clan) is possible that the girl is killed, used as a salve or worst, forcing to be pregnant (in case of cursed vampire)?

2) when you realised that you where manipulated by your "father" and stoped being the "obedient son"?

And lastly

3) can you say what those two bastrads (Dracula and Bernhard) have in common?

And a bonus (if you want to answer of course): why you mention your "father" by the last name and not by first name?

Joachim: Because that dead old bastard doesn’t deserve me to say his name! There are many Bernhards in this world, and he is only one of them. A worm is not worthy of a name!

Joachim growls quietly, but quickly calms down.

Joachim: Hmmm, why would a vampire who managed to kidnap the daughter of a hunter with a powerful bloodline need a half-blood son? Dhampirs often become vampire hunters themselves. Only a fool will give life to a creature that in the future is capable of killing its own father.

Such a girl will either be made a weak-willed slave and feasted on her blood every night… Or she will be turned into a vampire and forced to attack her father and mother, brothers and sisters.

If a vampire has demon servants, he will first give them this girl for entertainment, and then turn her into an undead.

I was a stupid boy and believed all his sweet speeches. I thought that my «father» took care of me and therefore limited my freedom… But time passed, I learned, became stronger, but the attitude towards me remained the same. I couldn’t even hunt alone…

Every time I felt thirst for blood, I had to go to him and ask permission to leave the Forest of Eternal Night. Sometimes the «father» agreed, but did not let me go alone, but took me on a joint hunt. But most often he himself brought me «prey» and watched me drink the blood.

One day, while hunting together, I… I simply expressed my opinion. I didn’t understand why my «father» carried out another bloody massacre…

Perhaps he was drunk with blood or my tone seemed too impudent to him… Bernhard then hit me for the first time. It was really just a slap in the face, but until that night, he never laid a hand on me.

I wasn’t in pain, but… something broke in me… Bernhard, of course, sang like a nightingale and spoke some soothing words… It was from that very night that I began to understand that I was just a cute pet, who can be kicked if he dares to show his fangs. All Bernhard’s words, all his actions, all his kindness are lies. I began to notice what I had previously closed my eyes to, and I could no longer play the role of an «obedient son.» I didn’t want to be a beautiful doll and a weak-willed slave.

What do Dracula and Bernhard have in common?

Soul, hehehe?

They are both selfish bastards who put their own desires above all else.

They both manipulate those they take under their care, turning them into weak-willed slaves and toys.

They both see people as just animals.

They are both obsessed with strength and power, ready to make any sacrifice just to rise above everyone else.

They are both lazy lords who send their servants to do all the dirty work while they sit on the throne looking bored.

They both love to kidnap and seduce innocent girls.

They are both slimy worms who have lost all traces of humanity and turned into monsters.

But... one of them turned into nothing, and the second doomed himself to an eternal circle of death and rebirth.

#ask joachim armster

[monochromaticwriting]

So I accidentally deleted it, I'm so sorry.

Anyways, I'm gonna try and put up what I remember, because I didn't write this down before hand. 😮‍💨😥

As previously stated, Machiel and Draculisa (Mathlisa?), and baby Alucard.

The air and ground were cool against Joachim's skin. The moon shone brightly, illuminating those under her gentle glow. This was a freedom that Joachim will never take for granted. It was freedom that had been taken from him, long ago. Of course, there had been another with him in the iron clutches of Walter's ownership.

A stranger that came through the portal Walter had summoned. He called himself Gabriel, and became Walter's newest obsession. Gabriel was a quiet man, who tried not to cause any issues or fights. A gentle giant in Joachim's eyes. He was so nice to Joachim, staying between Walter and him, just to keep Joachim safe. He wanted to give the man the world after everything Gabriel did for him.

Then Mathias came into the picture. Mathias was arrogant, vain, and prideful. Everything that Walter wanted in a pet. Walter's grip loosened more on both Gabriel and Joachim, in favor of the new man. Gabriel had expressed his worries about the new man, but Joachim didn't care. Why should he, when Mathias was drawing Walter's attention away from them, making it easier for them to sneak around to each other.

Walter got suspicious though, and poor Gabriel. The collar got tightened around his neck, and he was tied to the throne. Joachim got sent out where the Belmont boy would fight him. A fight he had no chance of winning. He remembered pain and feeling ashamed, left on that dirty floor in his own blood.

Then Gabriel was there. He couldn't understand him, but Gabriel dropped some of his blood into his mouth, and oh, did it burn. It hurt so bad, but he didn't have the strength to fight it. He didn't remember much, other than hearing Gabriel beg him to stay awake and to not leave. He was tired and just needed a nap.

He wasn't aware of what happened after that. According to Gabriel, his blood brought him back, but as a zombie-like beast. Joachim had asked him why he hadn't left Joachim in the collapsing castle. Gabriel looked at him like he just tore his heart out and only held onto Joachim tighter. Gabriel didn't need to answer. What they had was strong and enduring. He realized he would happily walk through hell for this man.

Mathias had been the one to cure him of that state. He was too out of it to pay clear attention, but Mathias told him that he used devil forgery to bring Joachim back. He wasn't sure what that was then, but he had a vague grasp on it now.

Their relationship was rocky, especially at first. Joachim wasn't sure how to feel about Mathias at first, but he trusted Gabriel's opinions on him. It was slow, but the bond the three built together made them inseparable. Well, almost inseparable.

He looked over and saw Mathias setting up the picnic, as Gabriel was playing wrestling with a little Dhampir prince. A smile made its way to his face. Mathias' wife, Lisa, was walking around ensuring to help her husband and Gabriel as much as she could.

Mathias had met Lisa during an outing to a village for materials for his alchemy. He had been smitten with her almost instantly, and had tried to visit her as often as he could. This sparked a heated argument between the husbands.

Joachim feared that Mathias and Gabriel were only with him to fill in the spots of their late wives. Mathias had feared that his impulsive decision towards a stranger, had costed him everything he had known for the past five hundred years. Gabriel feared that he would lose the only loves he's had since his beloved Marie.

They had worked it out, but there were a lot of tears involved. He was glad they gave Mathias their permission to pursue Lisa though. That led to a beautiful wedding, and a lovely little Dhampir prince. A little prince that made eye contact with Joachim and called him over.

"Papa! Look! I caught ætta!" Adrien called, as Gabriel pretended to be pinned under the four year old. Joachim chuckles. It was Adrien's fourth birthday, and all he wanted was a night picnic with his dads and mom. Who were they to deny the boy? Standing up, Joachim walked over to help Gabriel with the boy.

Gosh, four years old already. He remembered when Lisa announced her pregnancy to them. Gabriel was instantly helping her with as much as he could. Mathias took some time, and talk with Gabriel, before he was fully on board. Joachim was still unsure, until the day Adrien came into their lives. Gabriel handed the little bundle of squirming flesh and fuzz to Joachim, and he finally understood. He was so delicate, not even having fangs yet, but man did he have a set of lungs. Many sleepless mornings and nights were dedicated to the babe.

It was worth it. Joachim had a family he could call his. Something he never thought he would have. A little bizarre family of three vampires, a human woman, and a Dhampir.

#toadwrites #akumajou dracula #Ship: Machiel #Ship: Mathlisa #Alucard #gabriel belmont #joachim armster #lisa castlevania #mathias cronqvist #sfw

[adraveins]

Made some Pathfinder viddy game boys in @triflingshadows’ picrew.

Kingmaker: Top row is Hadrian, half-drow magus from the Darklands - left is Baron Hadrian just here to have a good time, not a long time, and right is King Hadrian here to have a very long time as the Lantern King’s herald.

Wrath of the Righteous: Bottom row is Maxwell, ancient-born dhampir arcanist from Ustalav - left is freshly minted Commander Maxwell ready to outdo that god damn Whispering Tyrant, and right is Max starting to get his beautiful Lich glow as his skin slowly rots away. <3

#they would hate each other <3 #kingmaker #wrath of the righteous #pathfinder #oc: hadrian #oc: maxwell #character creators #mine: pathfinder

[bearvanhelsing]

❌💋💛 for Tyrel, 🌹🧡🌳 for Aria?

Hoo boy this one took me a really long time for what amounted to not very long answers! lol ARIA: 🌹 How easy is it for them to connect with others and make friends? On the flip side how easy is it for them to make an enemy of someone? Are they the kind of person who hangs around the food table at a party and never talks to anyone or are they the type who can talk to anyone? Even before her father's death, Aria has always had a hard time connecting with people. She was very outgoing and sweet as a little girl but was bullied by other children quite a bit on account of being Kitsune which are somewhat unusual in Absalom. After that she became much quieter, and adults often remarked on well-mannered she was. It was the first time she observed that people seem to like her more when she's not talking. As a result of this and an ever-growing sense of bitterness towards Absalom's aristocracy, she actually decided that she would become rather talkative as she grew older, and that she'd speak what's on her mind rather bluntly. She's not one to bother with pleasantries and she'll usually say exactly what she thinks of anyone as long as it's not pleasant. So, she is one to mingle at any social gathering, but she won't be very popular for it. In truth she finds her inability to get close to anyone rather frustrating, but she does it as a kind of defense mechanism and it has become very difficult for her to behave in any other way at this point. 🧡 Who is your OC’s favourite person? Why is this person the top of their list and have they actually met them (an idol or rolemodel or celeb can be someone’s favourite after all!) Aria's great grandfather, Tetsuo is sort of an idol to her. He makes it very clear that she doesn't have his approval and that what he does offer is conditional, but he is the only person Aria can really talk to. If Aria has a problem, he can make it go away, if she needs to vent, he will sit quietly and listen usually without a remark or condemnation. He thinks of her as a blunt instrument that doesn't have that much use outside of its capacity for violence, but he begrudgingly fosters loyalty in her to keep her from doing something exceedingly stupid that could damage the family's reputation. Aside from him, she currently has some rather promising blossoming friendships in the party, mainly with our Dhampir investigator Lumi and a little bit with our human oracle Marcus! She's having a girl's night with Lumi and our thaumaturge, Zuzanna so fingers crossed the girls can all become besties lmao 🌳 Compare your OC to themself from 10 years ago. How has their mental state changed since then, how have they aged and grown up? Would they say they’re in a better place than they were back then or do they need help? What advice would they give their younger self? What advice would their younger self give to them now?

Aria is only 21 so 10 years ago she was a relatively happy and carefree 11-year-old to a very cynical and bitter young woman. She's gone from being teased for her appearance to being considered something of an exotic beauty in the city, albeit one most know better than to attempt to mingle with. Aria maybe more so than any of my other characters needs help lmao Advice to her past self would probably be "you don't have to take it from them, you don't have to act the way they want you to. fight back." advice from her younger self would probably be "you don't have to be scared and angry all the time" TYREL: ❌ What kind of things would end any relationship for them? Is there a history behind why these things bother them? Could they ever take someone back despite this? If so or if not, why? As far as his relationship with Camellia goes, Tyrel is VERY lenient. You kind of have to be with her, like... he wasn't a murderer before he started dating her lmao. The only things that really come to mind are super obvious ones like cheating. Ty is very loyal to his gal so that would be very sad for him! 💋 How affectionate are they with their friends? Their family? Their romantic partner(s) (if they have any)? Are they more physical or emotional when it comes to displaying their affection? Why? Tyrel isn't very affectionate with friends! he cares about friends a lot but doesn't really feel comfortable being affectionate with them. When it comes to romantic partners and family (his with camellia) he's very affectionate. He leans more toward physical affection because he has a hard time articulating his emotions honestly. When his daughter was born he could barely ever put her down and he and Camellia are very physically intimate. He wraps his tail around her when he notices she's having a bad dream :') 💛 In general, how in control of their emotions is your OC? Do they have a good hold on them or do their emotions control them, not the other way around? What do you think is the reason behind this and is your OC ever concerned about their lack of or good control? Tyrel I'd actually describe as someone who is in very good control of his emotions. He's slow to anger, and in general, he usually lets logic rather than feeling guide his actions even though his logic might be more chaotic than his feelings. Tyrel has always had to be in control of his emotions because if he let the wrong one slip during a con, he could have landed himself in big trouble.

#oc asks #oc: aria #oc: tyrel #aeoncoded #answered