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I have an idea I would love to request but I wanted to check with you first! I couldn't help but think Astarion would be so infuriated & confused by me. Like when he held a knife at their throat, they're willing to give him a chance. Their reason is he has no real reason to trust them since he doesn't know them at all so they would show to him that they can be trusted. Then he's more confused when the first time he tries to drink blood from them, reader is shocked then immediately asks questions if it hurts, do they need to be healed, how should their position be so it's easier for him to drink, what would happen after that, etc. Even after he drank & they were feeling the effects, they asked if he still needed more. He answered them no confusedly before they were satisfied with his answer then passed out. He is both relieved and baffled at what just happened. What do you think of this? Please tell me if you're not interested! Thanks!
Local Vampire Spawn confused by care and offers of friendship, more at eleven.
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Astarion, surprisingly, had gotten pretty lucky when it came to his newfound traveling companions. Two master swordsmen, a barbarian tiefling menace, and a Shar priestess were about the best one could ask for when it came to having protection. He could probably do without the do-gooder druid and walking time bomb of a wizard, but beggars couldn't be choosers.
And then there was you. The unofficial leader of the merry band of weirdos. Hyper competent, kind, and a powerful, and admittingly gorgeous, warrior. You would be perfection if you weren't so... frustrating.
Simply put, Astarion thought you were an idiot. A well-meaning, naive idiot, but a moron nonetheless.
What other explanation was there for your delusional trust in him? Your introduction had involved him pressing a damned blade to your throat, with every intent to kill you if you decided to struggle. Maybe even if you hadnt, if you had been alone. The correct response to a first meeting of that caliber would be to completely disregard him. Or kill him, for someone who had any conception of self-preservation.
But no, instead you gave him the offer to come with you, like that wasn't an absolutely insane thing to do. You had been so understanding, insisting that his penance for trickery and threats was justified. That you would be sure to earn his trust, like that was something worth obtaining.
At first, Astarion tried not to look too deeply into it. You were all going through hell, it made sense to travel in a pack, to find solidarity in others while trapped in a land full of endless horrors. It would explain why you kept the violate gith and the walking bomb around, despite their faults. There was also that foolish air of empathetic care about you at all times that helped explain things, one that extended far past Astarion himself. Though it did have limits. Astarion had borne witness to how unforgiving you could be when someone manipulated your trust. Though he completely agreed that the Hag known as Auntie Ethel fully deserved a slow, painful death, he hadn't been prepared for just how... literal you would take it.
So while you weren't completely without common sense, you still lacked a good deal of it. Like the fact that letting a vampire spawn drink your blood at night wasn't included in those same limits.
He hadn't even meant to open that particular door of feeding on you. It was just... so terribly hard to resist. You smelled divine, the scent of your blood always lingering beneath the surface of your skin. Cloying and decadent, the slightest whiff nearly enough to make his mouth water. He had been trying so damn hard to hide his true nature, feeding on whatever he could find in the dead of night. But none of it felt like enough. It should have been, he had more access to sustenance in the forest than he ever had under Cazedor's thumb. And wild boar were certainly better than sewer rats at the least.
But it wasn't enough to tame his growing desire for your taste. It had just happened. One moment he was simply on his own bedroll, staring up at the stars. And in the next the hunger was overtaking him. He was crawling over you before his mind could even catch up to his actions, his mouth already widening.
And then you woke-up, startled enough to knock Astarion out of his all-consuming thirst. You scrambled to your feet, staring at him with wide eyes as he struggled through an explanation. He had every expecation that this was it. This as the moment you would toss him to the side, realizing once and for all that he wasn't worth the danger.
But instead you just nodded along, the first question out of your mouth when he finished a simple, "Will it hurt?"
Astarion blinked at you, confused at you lack of reaction. He had admitted to being a literal monster for gods' sake. And that's what you were most curious about?
"Yes," Astarion said slowly, watching your face for every microexpression, "It will hurt, briefly. Then the pain fades into something a bit more... tolerable."
You nodded, asking another question, "Would I need healing after? Or would a bandage be enough? I would hate to wake Shawdowheart so late."
That was-he-were you actually considering this?
Astarion shook his head, hope and excitement starting to bubble to the surface, "No, a bandage should be fine. You might want her to top you off with something in the morning, but it won't be anything that can't wait."
"Okay," You said, nodding to yourself once before meeting his eyes with a determined gaze, "In that case, should I lay down? Or would standing be better?"
Astarion could scarcely believe your willingness. Part of him wanted to ask if you were sure that you wanted to do this, but his sheer lust for the taste of your blood shut that part down. Instead Astarion was reaching for your hand, gently tugging you down to lay back on your bedroll.
"This will be perfect," He murmured as he crawled back over you, his fangs protruding on their own accord, "Now stay still darling, we don't want to tear anything, do we?"
Astarion could just make out a lovely flush grace your cheeks at the pet name, barely visible by the campfire. It was a good look on you, that mixture of embarrassment and nerves, one that he wouldn't mind seeing again. But for now he had other appetites to attend to.
Astarion bit down, nearly moaning when the divine taste hit his tongue. Somehow it managed to taste even better than it smelled, warm ambrosia sliding down his throat, filling him with pure energy. It was an exhilarating experience, so much better than anything he'd ever tasted before. It was nearly too good, decadent enough for him to feel greedy.
He could feel you shaking under him, letting out the occasional whimper and whine. He was vaguely aware that this had been going on for too long, that he was taking too much. But it was so damn hard to resist.
It wasn't until you were gently pushing at him, whimpering, "I-I think that's enough."
There was the slightest touch of fear in your voice, the only thing that worked to pierce through his bloodthirsty haze. Astarion rolled off of you, licking his lips with a happy sigh. That was... better than he could ever have imagined.
He hopped up to his feet, sticking a hand out to help you do the same. You seemed woozy and unsteady as you stood, proving his suspicion that he had taken too much. It made the smallest lick of guilt creep up his spine. But it's not like you were ever going to let him do it again, he might as well indulge-
"Are you sure that was enough?" You asked, completely derailing his train of thought, "Will you be okay with just that? Or should we try again in a few hours?"
Were you actually insane?
"No my friend. I think I'll be fine," Astarion said carefully, "Another night perhaps. But, uh, are you okay?"
You shrugged, already sinking back down to your knees, snuggling back into your bedroll like nothing was out of the ordinary, "I'm sure I will be. Just a little tired now is all. Good night."
And then you were closing your eyes, out like a light while Astarion stood above you. Confused beyond belief. That was... how were you still alive? If this was the kind of thing you were willing to do for a near stranger, with nearly 0 reservations?
It was insane, idiotic, stupid. And now you just fell asleep right in front of the same man who cannibalized your blood? What the fuck was that? How was one supposed to respond to that? Astarion was grateful yes, beyond so. He went on to have a very successful hunt, even if his catches tasted worse than ever, they still left him feeling satisfied and capable. But he was plagued with thoughts of you the entire time. Thoughts that followed him through to the morning and the days to come.
You were so damn lucky that he was the spawn that was kidnapped. Half of his brethren would have already used your trust to bleed you dry before fleeing into the night. Gods knows what would have happened to you if it was Cazador who was taken in his place. That thought alone was enough to make shiver, clouding his brain with a massive discomfort at what someone like that would do with someone as... kind as you.
Astarion would never allow it. As stupid as you were, it didn't mean you deserved to be used. Well... by anyone besides himself of course. He was starting to think that he could use all of this blind trust to his advantage. Get you attached to him, force himself as a priority in your life that was worth protecting. But for that to happen you would have to stay alive. And that would mean someone would have to protect you from your infuriating self.
Astarion supposed that would just have to be his job. What it meant that the idea of doing such didn't fill him with resentment? He wasn't sure, and he sure as hells wasn't going to try and find out.
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mentallyinvernation · 2 years
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The Quarry having a similar ending to Until Dawn with the police questioning the councillors, except make it a comedic montage of the councillors telling wildly different versions of how the night played out.
‘What happened to Dylan’s hand?’
Ryan: Dylan got infected.
Kaitlyn: We had no other choice than to amputate.
Nick: I think an animal bit his hand off ¯\(°_o)/¯
Abigail: It was all a blur.
Dylan: Officer, I fell on that chainsaw.
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‘How was Chris Hackett involved?’
Ryan: Chris has been nothing but good to me - to us - all summer. He’s not a bad guy, he wouldn’t ever willingly hurt anyone. It’s not like he asked to be cursed.
Max: Chris Hackett is a punk ass bitch and here’s why *insert ten page essay: by Laura Kearney*)
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‘What was chasing you?’
Kaitlyn: I know it’s hard to believe, but werewolves.
Emma: I have no idea, but it wasn’t a bear.
Dylan: Regret.
Nick: I saw a boar at one point.
Ryan: The Hag of Hackett’s Quarry
Max: I was a werewolf.
Laura: The Hackett’s.
Abigail: Werewolf.
Jacob: idk but I found a body in the lake.
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chaotic-illusion · 6 months
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Btw the easiest way to skyrocket your approval with Astarion is to rest immediately after talking to Nettie in druid's grove (sleep cut scene should be him sneaking away) (and head straight there after picking up companions) then finding the boar he drained and sleep again (this unlocks his bite scene-- note that's this will get pushed back in favor of Wyll's scene with Mizora if you find Karlach the same day). He has a better response if you cut him off early. After that find the monster hunter near the hag's hut and let Astarion kill him. Assuming you picked up some stray approval along the way (tell Lae'zel to say 'please' when rescuing her, recruit Karlach, say you won't take Raphael's deal, 'disturb' the bugbear and ogre, insult and fight the goblins at blighted village, throw shit at the other set of goblins outside their camp, let the tiefling kill Sazza the goblin, just to name a few) and this pixel man's approval should be high by day three or four of adventuring. This also means he'll ask to sleep with you before the tiefling party and you can get more approval from agreeing to meet him, playing coy, and letting him bite you again.
You do not need to be mean to children I promise you. I know it says he approves but that's like a +1 modifier. Accepting his vampirism, playing along when he asks you who you would drink at camp or how you want to die (indulge this man's morbid curiosity), and standing by his side against hunters nets like +50 when alls said and done. Oh, and camp often.
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vole-mon-amour · 5 months
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Sooo, as DUrge on my second run where I romance Astarion, he still hasn't told me yet that he's a vampire? I saved the grove, spent the night with Astarion, read about the curse of a vampire at the beginning of the game—still nothing. Idk what the hot fixes are doing, but they're buggy & I miss the ability to bite as Astarion. Sure, he called my DUrge some sort of snack, but hello???
So far, DUrge seems to be overhyped. I couldn't even attack the hunter for Astarion's approval even though Astarion was basically ready to attack. When confronted about it, Astarion also doesn't tell you he's a vampire?
I'm more than 6 hours into the game, what am I doing wrong? When will he reveal that he's a vampire? I haven't seen the killed boar, either, though I didn't search much, I went for the Hunter straight away.
Oh, but the talk about Cazador was a bit different I think? Astarion lashed out (no disapproval, but he got angry for real) when I pushed for the past (in the usual romance he seems to tell you?) and in a cutscene after the night with him he said that being kidnapped by a mindflayer wasn't the first time he was kidnapped.
Though maybe it also depends on his approval of you? My relationship with him is fair rn. I didn't do the hag quest and the burning inn (or whatever that place is).
AND am I doomed for not killing the hunter immediately? Will he now take Astarion away?
Upd: I loaded a bit back and long rested. With no other cutscenes, the bite scene was triggered.
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anantaru · 1 year
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okay i just finished the windblume event and all i‘m going to say is:
mondstadt events are by far, the absolute best and albedo is super sexy but why do they put so much important lore in a time limited event LIKE THE LORE DROPS WERE SO GOOD THIS TIME, 10/10 event!!!! mondstadt related things never fail 🤍
!!!!!!! spoilers under cut:
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the way mona says "let me scry" just like her master is so cute, i’m so happy they included that and features a little of her master!! 🤍 i love how she calls her old hag LMAOAOA but she still respects her immensly!!! 🫶🏻
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also baby albedo aaaaa !!! 💝😇 he‘s so cute and smol !!!!! 🫣 everyone speaks of rhinedottir as this HUGE evil person but the way she talked about albedo and her voice didn‘t scream evil at all, her tone is so calming and when she talked about bedo (saying he‘s her son and she‘s his mom) it sounded so loving, as if she really loves him. 🤍
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not them trying to challenge venti bye 💀💀 i giggled at that part and how venti knows of them all, he hides so much and i’m so sure he’s stronger than he actually says!!! 🤍 i‘m so interested in the hexenzirkel now and everything, where are they all, what is their end goal? they gotta have a plan or something🤔 like there has to be something ulterior going on.
this is so cool too, everyone has a letter appointed to them:
R - rhinedottir (albedo‘s master, she‘s called the great sinner and is linked to the cataclysm 500 years ago which led to the fall of khaenri'ah)
N - nicole (the person who talked to us after kuni‘s quest when we saw that the vase was still broken after the alleged change through irminsul, also nicole seems so interesting because how on earth do not even archons remember changes irminsul makes but she does ???? or at least has a grasp on what is happening in teyvat, i‘m happy they confirmed it‘s nicole!! 🤍)
A - alice (klee‘s mom 🫶🏻 she‘s so cool i need her to be playable now, i think when we finally see her in person we‘re going to get heavy lore bits)
M - ??? (the author who wrote the boar princess and tought alice the meaning of grief)
J - ??? (scarlett‘s master, got married)
and those aren‘t even all 🙏🏻🙏🏻 alice said there‘s more and she‘ll tell us later like 🥲 tell us now alice i don‘t want to wait, you already namedropped a few, you gotta finish it now!!! 💝
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whirling-fangs · 21 days
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26. your character.
send a number for me to talk about one of the following topics! // accepting!!
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me when I have to talk about Inosuke and not make it 8000 paragraps long
jokes aside I love him so much. absolutely insane little madlad. Every night I go to sleep thinking that someday I'll write this HUGE essay about his entire character development. How he went from "I'll skewer you along with that box" to "these are the corpses of the buddies I ate my meals with". From "why does that old hag even cares about us?" to "we're like brothers."
There's SO much to say about him. I know I'm biased but to me, he has the most, nay, the best character development I've ever seen. Of course that's easy to do when you start from such low standards, but STILL. He had a good heart all along, but he didn't know what to do with it. He found the right people, evolved in the right directions... and it's SO fun to imagine scenarios where chance didn't smile at him that way :)
He's my blorbo of all time and he brings me so much joy on a daily basis. It's not easy being an adult with a brain set up like mine but to think of this little boar in various scenarios... it's what gets me up in the morning. It's why I look forward to going home every day.
I travelled across the world and climbed a mountain in a thunderstorm for HIM. And he deserved every single minute of it. He's the King of the Mountain ♥ ]]
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acepalindrome · 6 months
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I need to take a break from playing Baldur’s Gate 3 to go do human stuff but some updates:
- I found my big buff wife. I’m in love.
- Wyll tried to attack my wife but I talked him out of it and everyone approved of that, including Wyll, because Karlach is just that lovable.
- I adopted a dog. The squad loves him.
- Astarion has been whining about bugs and yucky nature ever since we left the druids grove.
- also everyone knows he’s a vampire now. Because he was being so subtle about it before. How could anyone have guessed when you keep talking about liking your meat dripping raw and asking Wyll how he’d kill a vampire (hypothetically, of course.) Pay no attention to the dead boar with fang marks on its neck, I’m sure it’s nothing.
- we also met Auntie Ethel and I’m like 90% sure she’s gonna end up being a hag or something, but Astarion is delighted by how deranged she is, so I guess we’re going to her house where she might try to eat me.
- I’ve gotten the whole squad up to medium approval and I’m not sure how I managed it. They just really like my weirdo little duergar and her lack of impulse control. Getting the team a dog probably helped too.
- Fuck the gnolls.
- I at some point need to go back to the main plot and find Halsin but there’s like 30 other things to do first.
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bagsofbones63 · 4 months
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The Boar and the Blanket
This story is a continuation of The Boar and the Bat that takes place several hours after the events of the first story. I had a lot of fun writing it and hope to expand more on the two OCs in the future.
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Three things shot to the forefront of Avalanche’s mind when he woke. First his left eye seemed unscathed from the match and was able to take in the flickering of the wrestling clinic’s shoddy ceiling lights quite well. Second, his body from head to toe felt like shit. His left eye and the back of his head being the two major culprits in the shittiness he felt. Third, he was freezing cold. A look down revealed that he was still dawning only his not so insulating wrestling trunks. “I get this place sucks but they couldn’t even spare a blanket for me?” He whined.
He heard a chair scrape across the floor as if in response to his complaints. The sound of heels on the hard floor followed. “Crud,” he thought. “Nana Taylor’s here.” Nana Taylor was one of two physicians at the wrestling arena’s in-house clinic. The wrestlers lovingly dubbed the small feline Nana Taylor for her graying fur, sagging skin, and ever so loving and ever present scowl. If there was a contest for who was the most judgmental person in a nursing home she’d surely win it. The sounds of heels were replaced with the swishing of a curtain as the hag revealed herself.
“Nana Taylor!” Avalanche exclaimed with forced enthusiasm. “It’s so nice to see you”
“Sit up before you speak to me,” she snarled. 
Knowing it was best not to argue with her, he powered through the paint and fulfilled her request with only a few moans of discomfort.
“Quit whining Warren,” she snapped. “There are more important problems than a big boar like you getting hurt in a tussle.” She clicked her tongue before continuing, “You don’t need a blanket anyway, you have more than enough blubber to survive the winter let alone a cold room.”
“There’s muscle there too!” He countered. 
“I’ve seen babies with more!”
Warren let out a defeated sigh, arguing with Nana Taylor would only be an exercise of futility.
“So what’re the issues with all this,” He said while gesturing towards his whole body.
Nana Taylor numbered her fingers as she listed his conditions, “Bruising across the body, several scrapes that needed sterilized, a laceration across the left eye requiring stitches, you’re welcome by the way, head trauma to the back of the skull resulting in a concussion, a wounded sense of pride, a lack of gratefulness towards your doctor, the inability to prevent yourself from whining, a lack of general decorum, need I continue?” The daggers in her eyes told him how to answer.
“No, no…no,” he let out with dejection. “I got the point.” 
“Good,” she responded with false glee. “Going on to treatment, first, we need you to stay the night here so we can monitor your concussion.” She paused in anticipation for a complaint. She let out a small satisfied smirk when she didn't receive any. “After that, the lucky boar gets two weeks paid medical leave to rest and recuperate at home before he throws himself into another injury and another visit to his favorite doctor.” She ended the sentence with blunt sarcasm. “Any questions?”
Warren opened his mouth to speak.
“No? Great!” she clapped her hands together, putting a pin on the conversation. “Anyways, I’m off to my office to get some rest,” she said while walking out of his line of sight. “Notify me if you or your roommate decide to start dying in your sleep. But please, try not to. I've been told I’m a bit rude when I get woken up early.”
“Wait, roommate?!?” Warren shouted. A door slammed and the lights dimmed in response.
Exasperated with the lack of answer, he threw a palm to his head without thinking. The piercing pain and grimace that followed combined to create a feeling of stupidity in the boar. “I hate doctors,” he whined openly.  As if in response, the sounds of bedsprings stretching came from his left. He turned his head to the noise and asked through the curtain, “How about you roomie? You having the time of your life too?” A thud followed by the sound of footsteps responded. They were followed by the swish of the curtain as his roommate revealed himself. Standing there was the bat wrestler El Vacio donning his black tights and white wrestling briefs combo. Atop his shoulder rested the most wondrous item Warren had ever coveted, a blanket.
Several thoughts made a mad dash in Warren’s mind. “What is he doing here? Did I actually hurt him that bad? I need that blanket.” Before the boar could act on any of his thoughts, Vacio made his move. The bat took a step closer so that he was right at the edge of Warren’s bed and brought his face close to Warren’s eyes. Warren was taken aback with how his enemy’s eyes were now a dim and serene green, a contrast to the fiery red he saw before being knocked out. The bat’s eyes started to shift, their luminescence grew in intensity and the color changed from green to an electric blue. Warren felt he could lose himself in Vacio’s eyes if he stared too long. The display was cut short as Vacio quickly pulled back and shoved the blanket into the boar’s face, aggravating his head injury. The pain brought Warren’s anger at the bat to the forefront of his mind. He pulled the blanket off his head and shot a side eye at the bat. “I’m not thanking you,” he spat out. He pointed to his stitched eye. “A blanket isn’t going to make this go away.” The bat reacted by lowering his head and taking a step back. Warren threw an accusing finger at Vacio. “Now I suggest we both go to sleep and agree to never have our agents let us get matched again, that sound like a plan to you?” The bat remained still. Warren snorted at the lack of an answer. He wrapped himself in the blanket and turned his back to the bat before laying down. The bat stood for several more seconds before slinking his way back into his blanket-less bed. The duo went to sleep discontented.
Chatter Chatter Chatter
An inkling of Warren’s consciousness appeared before fading away.
Rattle Rattle Rattle
“Five more minutes,” he whispered.
Chatter Chatter Chatter
The boar almost fell out of the foreign bed as he reached for an alarm clock that wasn’t there. The near fall gave him a burst of energy, like an early morning triple shot espresso. He sat up and brought a paw to his head. The stabbing pain of earlier had faded into a dull barrage of pinpricks. “At least it didn’t get worse,” he thought. 
Rattle Rattle Rattle
Warren flashed a look at the noise. It was emanating from the small shivering mass atop of El Vacio’s bed.
“Serves him right for almost blinding me during our match,” he thought. He wanted to ignore the bat, tuck himself back into his bed, and sleep the rest of the night away. But, a feeling of guilt ate at his insides. He was never one to enjoy another’s suffering. If someone in the room had to freeze in the night he’d rather it be himself than Vacio. Warren rose from his bed, blanket in hand, and tiptoed to the bat’s bed. He looked down at him. Vacio was lying knees to chest in a fetal position. Intermittent tremors racked his body. A chattering sound was coming from his bone mask, or was it his face, Warren still couldn’t decide. Before he could second guess himself, he placed the blanket on the bat. He watched as the tremors subsided and the rattling came to a silence. Content with his humanitarian work, Warren tiptoed back to his bed and began to lay down. He had barely even closed his eyes before he was hit with a familiar soft object. It was the blanket. Warren shot a look of anger at the bat who was now standing next to his bed. With an exasperated grunt Warren got out of bed and stared the bat down. He took the blanket and thrusted it into Vacio’s chest. 
“You need it more, ” he whispered with thinly veiled annoyance. “Now go to sleep.”  The bat’s eyes turned a dull red as he shoved the blanket back into the boar’s hands. They repeated the same song and dance several times before Warren decided to end the time loop.
“Listen!” Warren spat out. “I’m not going to sleep unless I know you’re warm so this game you’re playing,” he poked the bat’s chest for emphasis, “is pointless.” 
The red in the bat’s eyes grew in intensity before dissipating and reforming into an electric blue. He shoved the blanket into the boar’s hands before hopping onto the foot of Warren’s bed and adopting a criss-cross sitting position. 
“What are you doing?” Warren grumbled. 
The bat responded by pointing at the annoyed boar before moving his hand to point at the opposite side of the bed. Warren let out a long sigh before following the bat’s directions. He sat opposite of Vacio in a similar criss-cross manner with the blanket atop his lap.
“Now what?”
The bat poked the blanket before miming throwing it behind him and spreading his arms.
“Like…like a cape?” The confusion was obvious in Warren’s voice. 
The bat shook his head yes. The boar shook his head in disbelief before following Vacio’s instructions. He sat there, arms outstretched like a bird trying to attract a mate, the blanket acting as artificial plumage. Vacio rose to a standing position on the bed before turning around.
“What are y-” Warren lost the ability to speak as the bat plopped himself onto the boar’s lap. Magma rose to the surface of Warren’s face. A jackhammer whirled to life in his chest as his heart rate rose. His brain froze. 
“I-Va-wha-” He stammered as the bat grabbed the boar’s arms and wrapped them around himself, encasing them both in the confines of the blanket. A feeling masquerading as nausea appeared in Warren’s stomach. It clawed to his chest before urging his heart to move. In reaction, his heart produced unexplainable music. The percussion of the drum that was his heart sent a vibration through his body. The harmonic notes overpowered all other sounds, including his voice of reason. He hugged the bat tighter. Warren could feel a similar beat from the bat’s heart as their bodies drew closer. The symphony created by the two hearts sent an electric feeling through Warren’s body. He wondered if Vacio felt it too. He wanted Vacio to feel it too. He had to feel it too. The feeling remained as the two sat there silently listening to the music of their hearts. Even as sleep overtook them the feeling remained. That feeling will always remain.
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3xm-draconic · 3 months
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Liberate Me (Werebat cyris and Astarion story)
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Summary: It’s time to rescue the spawn in the sewers, to face Gortash…and a certain Hag from Cyris’s past…
“So…Boo has a question for little vampire” Minsc asked Astarion, Astarion surprised to have found one of Baldur's Gate’s old heroes down here in the sewers nodded to him “sure, what does he want to know?”, Boo the hamster chittered, “he wants to know what you feed off of if you do not feed off humans?”
Astarion thought about it “well…I..I kind of still feed off humans…only bad people though, people who deserve to be bit” Astarion replied “the worst of the world…other than thai I feed off animals like deer, boar and sheep.”
The hamster chittered disapprovingly, “he still finds it wrong to feed off people but I can see where you are coming from little vampire, to hunt the wicked is that not what we all do?” Minsc said.
“Hold up…I think I found it…” Cyris told the party.
He, astarion, Jaheira and Minsc (plus boo, scratch and Astarion’s wolf Leggy) all crouched low and hid, Astarion and Jaheira transformed, Astarion into a bat and Jaheira into a hawk to scout ahead for traps.
“Minsc and Boo have a question for Cyris” Minsc quietly turned to the barbarian “how does he know we can save these spawn? What if they are feral?”, “we have to try Minsc, for them, to give them back a chance at a life that was stolen” Cyris hushly replied.
Minsc looked to Boo who chittered curiously to him “Boo is right, it is a risk…but Cris has a point to Boo, to give back something precious that was taken from you is worth such risks.”
Astarion and Jaheira returned, “4 guards are awake right now, 8 more are sleeping. There are 12 spawn inside, the poor dears are so starved they are nearly mad” Astarion worriedly said “if they don’t feed soon we may lose them”, “we need to kill the guards, most of them I’ve seen on wanted posters for heinous acts I dare not mention” Jaheira growld, “then we have a solution” Cyris said “the guards are all wanted dead…the spawn need food…”
Minsc gagged and Boo growled “but still”, “one of those men are wanted for the murder and defilement of an innocent young woman, Minsc…I think I am ok with him being eaten by vampires” Jaheira turned to him and assured the big warrior.
Minsc sighed “two wrongs do not make right…but perhaps the lesser of 2 evils can make up for the lack of good” he forlornly turned to Cyris “let us feed them.”
With the use of stealth, the “hold person” spell and cyris paralyzing the guards with a dagger to the spine, the guards were quite easily taken care of.
As Jaheira and Minsc scouted for more traps, Astarion and Cyris got to work with the spawn.
The spawn were like caged animals, barely even human…
They however seemed to recognize Astarion as being…the “new master” of sorts, him being the one who ate Cazador and usurped his power.
 “Hush, hush it’s alright, we are taking you to a safe place, you won't have to ever worry about being hungry or torchered ever again” Astarion gently led one of them from their cage, they were partially naked and absolutely filthy…all skin and bone…trule looking like a starved corpse.
Their hollow eyes looked from him to the party to back to him “mm-m-master?” they groaned, gods…their weak voices pained him, “no, I am not your master, I am your…your leader, I am Astarion”.
“Feed, hungary…mast…leader Astarion” one of them pittifuly groaned, “Cyris, bring one of the guards here” Astarion turned to his werebat love, Cyris dragged over one of the unconscious, paralyzed guards. 
Astarion cut the guard’s neck and wrists, sweet, hot, fresh blood poured forth like wine “Drink up, feed till you are full” Astarion said to the spawn. There was no hesitation, the spawn descended on the guard like a horde of locusts…ravenously drinking as much as their hungry bellies would allow.
Many of them weeped with joy.   
When they took them to Bloodcrystal Vail Sebastian was waiting for the new arrivals with fresh clothes, baths and warm beds. It was going to take a LONG while for them to recover…but at least it was a start, “when we’re done with Gortash I’ll come and check up on them, gods I feel…”, “it’s ok, you saved them and they can start the process to recover their humanity again, Astarion” Sebastion placed a hand on his shoulder.
“But…they think of me as their Master…as their owner…” he sighed “I want to stop that immediately” he hissed, Sebastian smiled “it will, we will help them see that they are free and that you are our leader, like you said” he…hugged him “thanks…again…for killing the rat bastard, If anyone were to take his power and use it…I think you are a good choice”.
Astarion hugged Sebastian back “it’s the least I could do...and thanks”
“It’s time to go, everyone set?” Cyris turned to his team. Karlach, Gale, Astarion and Wyll “Minsc I thought you were coming?”, “Boo and I want to stay in this…“vampire town” see what it is like, it is certainly an interesting place already just by outward looks alone” he beamed “plus Boo and I wanted rest and drinks”, “fair enough, see you next time Minsc and you too Boo”, Boo chittered happily as he and Minsc waved the party farewell. 
 Cyris didn’t feel right…just waltzing into Gortash’s mansion, it wasn’t like Gortty to invite people over he didn’t intended to either fuck or fuck-over….Cyris didn’t know which one he’d be tonight, all he knew is that he needed to get the stone from him. 
“Cyris old pal…mm~ I’ve missed you…cupcake~”, “Cupcake?” Cyris’s companions gawked, “pff…cupcake?” Astarion nearly belted out laughing, Cyris rolled his eyes “Gortty…” he grumbled.
Gortash frowned “aww what? Not going to use my little nickname?”, “...ok…sprinkles…what did you invite us here for?” Cyris grumbled as he could hear Astarion losing it behind him.
Gortash grinned “I want…an alliance”, “for what?”, “Orin is insane, you kill her, take her stone and you and I can rule the world together…cupcake~”, Cyris snorted as he saw fire rage in Astarion’s eyes “no thanks…Sprinkles, but he’s taken” Astarion hissed viciously at Gortash. 
Gortash looked Cyris up and down “hmm…I don’t see a ring anywhere” he cood evilly.
Just then a chill entered the room…
“Cyris~” cood a slithering, sultry voice “been look’n everywhere for you dear”.
Cyris froze.
Whimbly Fablton, the gambling Hag of Waterdeep, had finally found him.
“Ok, ok baby you had your fun, you had your little run about faerun and you even scored yourself a new boytoy” she hummed “now come home”.
“OH FAT FUCKING CHANCE THAT’S HAPPENING!” Karlach hissed, “indeed, Iam not letting you take off with our friend” Gale muttered, “so this is the hag that has caused you all this pain? Darling~ please let me rip her face off~” Astarion lovingly looked to Cyris.
Cyris just stood frozen.
“Cyris you can do this, she won't control you”, “oh sunny that’s where you're wrong~” Whimbly smirked as she flicked her wrist.
Cyris immediately began to writhe in pain, screaming his head off, “the pain will kill you Cyris…and it will permanently kill you if you don’t kill them~” she cooed, Cyris pushed through the pain and swung at her “I..ahg!..d-don’t...CARE!” he roared as he transformed.
All hells broke loose…
“Cyris Stop!” Karlach screamed, “DON’T CARE,DON’T CARE, DON’T CARE!” he wailed “I AM NOT LETTING HER CONTROL ME!”
Cyris fought Whimbly till his last…
“DARLING~!” Astarion cried as he saw Cyris fall over…and didn’t get back up.
“Oh what a waist…there goes my best champion…say~” Whimbly looked over at Gortash’s crystal “what’s it you’ve got there pretty boy?”
Gortash’s arm was wrenched from its socket, he screamed as Whimbly eyed the crystal “now this…this is a pretty fine…” she murmured as she disappeared. 
Astarion and Gale tried everything to revive Cyris…but nothing was working…
“REVIVIFY HIM GALE!”, “I’AM TRYING!”, “it’s the chains…” Karlach sobbed, tears sizzling down her cheeks “the chains bind him to the chain maker…”
Astation felt tears run down his face “no…”
“Withers can’t you do anything?” Astarion cried “Mephistopheles is a powerful devil…I am afraid I can not break the chains that bind your love’s soul” the lich sadly said.
Astarion left the manor, he whent to the Vail…he wanted to be alone…in the dark.
As he wandered the dark he came upon a temple to Entumbru, the god of bats.
It was abandoned, the poor place looked like it had seen better days, Astarion whent inside and saw all the bats.
Hundreds and hundreds of fluffy little creatures all huddled close to each other, little red and black eyes staring at him curiously in the dark, Astarion sat before the fallen statue of the bat god.
He weeped, he cried out and he mourned, Cyris was gone and there was no way of getting him back…
“Why do you cry at this broken shrine?...you do not worship me so why lament here?” a tiny voice spoke out.
“Hu?...who, who said that?” Astarion looked around, “I did” a tiny…pure black bat… flitted down from the ceiling, he was like a shadow made into a little fluffy form “what makes you mourn here?”. 
“Are…are you Entumbrue?” Asatarion gawked, he imagined the god of bats to be…more scary, not a little fuzzy ball of cuteness. “Yes I am” he replied, “I…I mourn the loss of my lover…a werebat, one of your children” Astarion sighed “his soul can never be free of Mephistopheles and he can never return to me” he sobbed.
Entumbru hopped up onto his knee and looked into his ruby red eyes, they were like glowing coral jewels “perhaps there is a way for your love to return”, “how?” Astarion looked at the little fluffy god with worry.
“I need you to do 3 things for me, I need power restored to this chapple, worshipers and a sacrifice…a blood sacrifice. Only then can I have enough power restored to this avatar of mine to traverse the Hells and free your love”
“What kind of blood sacrifice are we talking about?” Astarion pondered, “human” Entumbru chittered, Astarion smiled “I know a shapeshifting bitch who might be a perfect sacrifice~” he hummed darkly.
“So…if the spawn worshiped the bat god and we sacrifice Orin…we can get Cyris back?” Karlach turned to Astarion as she, Shadowheart and Halsin approached the temple of Bhaal, “yes, all we need is her blood to fill the basin at the shrine, that plus the prayer of 100 new converts will give Entumbru enough power to save Cyris” Astarion replied.
He turned his attention to the dagger the night god had given him, a sleek dagger made from one of his own claws, bright ivory glistening like moonlight.
“Hold on Cy” he prayed.   
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blackberrywars · 7 months
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Two Cloaks, XXXL (Chapter 2)
Rating: E Words: 2,453 Relationships: Arnaghad/Erland Additional Tags: Order Of Witchers, Young OG Husbands, Pre-Divorce, Animal Death, Pelt Tanning, Draw Me Like One of Your Skelligan Girls, Seduction, Oral Sex, Arnaghad Swallows, Anal Sex, Waking Up Together
Summary: Erland isn't quite satisfied with the blanket ruana, so he goes looking for something a bit more… substantial.
Chapter 1
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The day passes by quickly enough, when Erland has twelve lanky witcherlings to teach Signs to, and Arnaghad —surely still in his new cloak or gods help him— is far and away. With a stern warning to keep any additional practice to the courtyard, he sends the bairns off with a deep sigh. They’ve worked hard today. Even Rakhen, the tallest of the lot with the least-proportional magical talent, managed to set the row of candles alight without melting them. It gives Erland enough time to go through his own exercises. Or to slip away from the castle entirely. Alzur, Cosimo, and Idarran have little use for him beyond his unique ability to teach Signs in their stead, and he’s avoided them all by virtue of them locking themselves away in their laboratory. More likely than not, they won’t even notice him escaping into the woods. He won’t be long. He knows precisely what he’s looking for.
The beast is a relatively young one, all things considered. Hardly out of adolescence but having done an admirable job packing on his winter weight, he swaggers from tree to tree so he can spray them. It makes him all the easier to track. Under normal circumstances, Erland would avoid killing such a specimen, but Arnaghad’s cloak has to be perfect, and this beast hasn’t seen enough fights to mar his hide. As it is, he perches in a tree and waits, watching the great young bear lumber into view. Grizzled brown fur, thick and evenly spread, spanning what will hopefully amount to Arnaghad’s shoulders. He’s magnificent, but no match for Erland. A Somne puts the beast to sleep, and twin daggers through the eyes make it permanent. It’s only after his nose stops twitching that Erland realizes the beast does have a scar —a healed-over trio of claw marks on his shoulder, no doubt from a fight with another boar. He smiles despite himself. Arnaghad would probably like it even better.
Erland skins it then and there, in no mood to haul the body back up the mountain. It feels rather wasteful to not make use of so much meat, but the forest can enjoy it on his part, and he can always hunt again. More importantly, if Arnaghad finds out what he’s doing ahead of time, he’ll refuse, and that is unacceptable. So unacceptable, that when he does make it back to Morgraig, he hides the fur in the spare stable closet. Not only had Arnaghad given up on horses long ago, the big bastard couldn’t fit into the tiny space if he tried. And no one really uses the closet anyway. Not only that, but with no chimney, it will keep the pelt from spoiling, and if he hangs the thing diagonally, he can stretch each part out. Even though it traps him in with the stench, it’s the best option he has.
But Erland has personally put his bare fist through a water hag while stepping on her court of drowners. More impressively, he only vomited up half the contents of his stomach when it was over. The memory alone makes it more than easy to strip the hide entirely, scraping any spare bits of flesh and sinew until the dusk’s shadows, encroaching from the slats in the door, grow too long to ignore.
He returns the same night, slipping from Arnaghad’s heavy arms to work drowner brain oil into the tough hide. A boar brush —and he can’t help but laugh quietly, because Arnaghad uses a similar one for his own hair— spreads the stuff onto each bristle, from the short undercoat to the soft, dense winter coat. If he’d waited another few weeks, it would have been even thicker, but that would mean another few weeks of Arnaghad insisting upon his elk coat. No matter that it doesn’t cover his thighs. No matter that it slips off his shoulders if he turns around too quickly. How the big bastard hasn’t choked on its closure, Erland will never know, even if he’s had his legs wrapped around that neck enough times to know it’s as tough as an ox’s. He slips back into bed a half hour later after a cursory wash in Igni-heated water. When he wakes, tucked right back into a broad chest, he smiles and hopes Arnaghad can’t smell the chemicals.
The next few weeks pass him by like that, hoping Arnaghad’s patience holds out longer than his reproachful gaze.
He stretches and tans the hide, brushes out the fur until each hair stands on its own. He sews up the eyeholes and painstakingly attaches the claws back onto the bear’s flat paws. He works (better-smelling) oils into it until not even a hurricane could soak it. Pride isn’t a noble thing, but Erland is more than a little impressed with himself when he deems it done. The massive cloak reflects the firelight ever so slightly, covering most of their bed as he stretches it out. Its head faces the door, fierce with dark fabric eyes leading down the scars that remain on the shoulder. Loud footsteps echo faraway in the hall. He can’t care enough to be ashamed of the way his own heartbeat quickens or how his blood rushes south.
Quickly, Erland strips to his tattoos, drapes himself across his gift like a poised whore, and watches the door swing open. He watches Arnaghad’s eyes adjust to the dark, and then dilate into new moons as he lays eyes on him. Timing is everything, in a battle. A strike too soon could leave a man open to attack and breathless. A strike too late could be blocked and misdirected. Erland has remembered and tried to write down everything Gryphon ever taught him, and he wonders what the old knight, let him rest, would think of this particular application of that advice.
Shock is a funny thing, on the face of someone like Arnaghad, and if Erland’s heart wasn’t beating human-fast, he might laugh at the way his massive jaw falls ever-so-slightly open. Another man, less acquainted with interpreting his love’s expressions through his beard, would likely not even notice how Arnaghad flips. He takes in the scene like a hunter. Amber eyes flick over every detail before he’s on top of him, that massive chest pressing him down. His hands cover Erland’s entirely, making fists in the soft fur he’d spent so long working on. Chapped lips cover his own, and he can’t help but to smile into it, grabbing Arnaghad’s wrists to drag those massive hands across the cloak he’d made, soft and warm and big enough to cover them both, probably. He tucks his chin down, breaking the kiss.
“Do ye like it?”
“Yes.”
A broad hand slides down to squeeze his arse, and Erland scoffs even as it makes his dick twitch against Arnaghad’s belly.
“I wouldn’t have asked if that was it. Tha’ fur is for you.”
“And this isn’t?”
A harder squeeze, which gives Erland the opportunity to slip beneath his other arm, rolling off the bed as Arnaghad grabs for his ankle. He dances away, but Arnaghad doesn’t bother following him from the edge of the bed, dark eyes never leaving Erland’s dick. Hmph. Keeping out of range is more difficult than not, but he manages to circle to the other side of the bed and drag the pelt around himself. The back half scrapes across the floor, and the arms drape down to his hips. The bear’s head flops over his eyes, obscuring his vision with the dark inner hide.
“Look, ya bastard. Caught somethin’ a wee bit bigger than an elk for ye to wear —maybe ye’ll actually keep warm in it.”
“The blanket cloak was just fine, birdie,” Arnaghad huffs, “You even hemmed it.”
“It had no hood, and I had no more blanket tae make one! An’ furs are better than wool besides, least fer an outer coat.”
“That so?”
This time, when those two hands wrap around his waist, Erland goes right along with them onto the mattress, letting the bear head flip back over his braid. One of the bear paws falls off to the side, set far two wide for his own shoulders, but Arnaghad’s oversized thumb pins the other to his stomach, sharp claws digging slightly into his navel, and if he arches his back into the sensation, only Arni would know. The fur is lighter than the hair on his own body, but it matches Arnaghad’s perfectly. Not to mention the fact that the paw is just barely bigger after drying out. Erland can’t help but smirk with satisfaction, curling his hands into the hide. He’d chosen well. Under his beard, he can see Arnaghad smile too, even if he grunts right after.
“It’s unnecessary.”
“I’d call it useful.”
“Wasteful.”
“Practical.”
“Uncalled for.”
“A right excellent gift.”
Arnaghad just huffs again, apparently deciding to drop the subject in favor of staring at Erland’s cock again, since the damn thing has decided to wake up and poke him in the belly. Direct as ever, he shoves his way down Erland’s body, never so much as pausing as he bullies his legs apart with the sheer breadth of his shoulders. Erland shifts his hips, sinking into the stretch. It’s a position that ought to be significantly more uncomfortable than it is, if not for long practice and the longer licks Arnaghad makes across his hip bone. Erland closes his eyes for a moment. Sighs out when over-large teeth nibble the fatty roll between his hip and thigh, when a broad nose nuzzles through his coarse hair, pulling it gently.
He downright fucking smiles when Arnaghad wraps that big, soft mouth around his cock.
On a less perfect evening, he might try pulling his bear’s own fur, but that had always been a gamble between gruff irritation and a good hard fuck. Instead, the space behind Arnaghad’s ears molds to his grip, easy handholds where he could grab any other lover around the head. Not to control, tonight. Not when Arnaghad’s mouth is so sweet, intent on pleasing him and more than capable of doing it without Erland yanking on him. He blames the ache in his cheeks on how even when Arnaghad pulls off after a few minutes, he makes certain to kiss the sensitive spot under his tip. Still, a token grumble is the least he can do.
“Are ye not going tae finish the job?”
“Yes,” Arnaghad says evenly, reaching into the side of their bed to retrieve a well-loved tin, “Or would you rather do this like whelps with nothing but spit?”
Erland just rolls his eyes and lays back. From this angle, he can watch Arnaghad’s dark, frankly luxurious eyelashes close as he gets back to the task at hand, sucking hard enough to make him groan. Arnaghad works in a familiar rhythm, with enough pressure that Erland’s hips buck ever-so-slightly into the back of his throat. Doesn’t even pause when his braids fall over his broad face and the beads clink loudly into each other, just presses his fingers gently into the space behind Erland’s balls, and then he really bucks. Like a whelp. He feels rather than sees that thought cross Arnaghad’s mind with the curl of his lips. Cocky bastard. Still, he reaches down to push the braids back behind Arnaghad’s ear, runs his fingers over the delicately-carved lines. It’s easier to buck up on purpose when he crosses his ankles on that blue-cloaked back.
At least until Arnaghad takes the choice out of his hands and just pins his hips to the pelt with one broad hand. Then Erland suffers properly. Suffers Arnaghad’s mouth, big enough to swallow him whole if the big bastard didn’t know he was more sensitive at the tip anyway. Suffers efficient strokes of a thick finger slipping up his arse, a broad thumbprint against his rim, hard enough to make him nearly choke on his own spit. Suffers the disgusting, wet sounds of deceptively full lips pressing on his balls. Arnaghad hadn’t always known how to take him apart, but he was a quick learner with a long memory.
Erland can’t stop it when the lights go off behind his eyes. Arnaghad just holds his hips still, forcing him to come down his throat.
When his ears stop ringing, he glances down at the near-imperceptible smirk buried in that beard. The tin has reappeared in Arnaghad’s left hand, and Erland just rolls his eyes even as he pulls one of his thighs up and back.
“I know it’s half the reason ye got so feckin’ big, but you don’ have ta swallow every time something’s in yer mouth.”
Arnaghad’s hand on his hip turns bruising at the jibe, but he just shrugs, using the other one to coat his dick in the oil.
“Spitting would mean getting up.”
And maybe Erland is just a bit cracked in the head, but his chest swells anyway. Pragmatism had always been Arnaghad’s way, and applied to fucking, it’s practically a sweet nothing whispered in his ear. Sweet enough to make Erland bring his leg back down, kicking Arnaghad hard enough in the shoulder to push him off and pulling up onto his knees so the pelt falls off his shoulder. His bear takes the hint, flopping onto his back atop the fur, big body fitting perfectly within it. A bear atop a bear. Erland straddles him, and can’t help but smile when he slides back, feeling Arnaghad’s cock propped up between his cheeks.
“You gonna finish the job?” Arnaghad says, running his hands up to cup the backs of his knees.
Erland reaches back to adjust the angle and sinks down the barest inch, burying the groan in his chest. He finds his handholds again, fingers brushing the fur through Arnaghad’s hair, smiling wider at how closely the colors match.
“Only if ye wear the cloak the second round.”
He thrusts back down and throws his head back, not bothering to wait for an answer.
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The next morning, when it’s Arnaghad’s turn to shovel snow again, he puts on the pelt without complaint, securing the ties and letting each paw hang down his chest, claws sharp and fearsome. His hood stays pushed back, and it nearly blends in with the dark mass of Arnaghad’s waves. Everywhere else, the rich brown fur strikes handsomely against woad blue. And while Erland has always thought Arnaghad beautiful, he dares anyone to disagree today. His big bear looks very warm indeed, and all he feels before drifting back off to sleep is a kiss to his temple and the gentle brush of thick fur against his collarbone.
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I had fun with this chapter, I won't lie, late as it is. I just had to keep adding stuff, and I couldn't leave off until I recreated the lovely scene from @whyzowl's wonderful art piece of Erland riding Arnaghad into the sunset. It is glorious, and everything I dreamed of with my request.
While I could draw from personal experience/culture on the last cloak, this one required a bit more research, so if you want to learn a bit about medieval fur treatment/usage, try here and there. The brain oil is real, even if it's usually deer oil instead of drowner.
Also, as @hungarianbee pointed out in my PMs, why yes this is Erland performing a birdie courting ritual for Arnaghad. And yes the big bear is being so patient and indulgent about it.
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unlawfulgames · 8 months
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Daily Random TTRPG Goblin 1
Daily Random TTRPG Goblin:
This Goblin goes GOB!! They are a Gob Grub! Fit in Hand!. They do this thing MARKET DAY EVERYDAY (When unobserved Goblins can always go to the Goblin Market and trade their junk for other junk) and that other thing SING US A SONG O’THE SCABMAN! (Goblins can sing about anything on the spot, they’re surprisingly good a rhyming too). They have this feature LANK-LURK REACH TOP SHELF! (Can triple the length of their arms for short periods), this other feature LOB HAVE HEART! LOB HAVE THREE! (Goblins have redundant internal organs), oh and also this as well THE HAG IS NEAR! (Goblins always know where the closest Witch is). Did I mention FAM’LY TREE? MORE LIKE FAM’LY OUTBREAK (Spread Goblinism, its catching)? And don't forget this important bit about them: This is a Gob-Knight and is fitted out with full armor, a named sword and a riding boar
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kommunistkaitou · 1 year
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I love when there's gayboy animals. At the farm I used to work at there was one male duck (drake) that would try to get with the other drakes and they would kick the shit out of him. There was two female ducks that got bullied also (one was disabled) and so the staff separated those 3 into their own flock in their own little area that was actually way better than the main duck run, and they all were happy there together.
And there was that person with two pairs of guinea pigs, one pair of boars and one pair of sows, and they noticed that one of the boars was always trying to get to the ladies but the other just, didn't seem to care? And then after the straight boar died, they let the other one live with the sows even though he wasn't fixed (I DON'T recommend this btw he could've been bicurious) and it just worked out and they never mated they were just bestie beasties. Fags&hags stay winning
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empressofthesunwriter · 5 months
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Maiden of the Moon
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What if Kokushibo had a pupil, whom he taught the original Moon Breathing before he deserted the Demon Slayer Corps?
Mochizuki Yua was born only for these reasons: To become a Hashira and make her family a respected one in the Demon Slayer Corps.
But if you only live for the expectations of others, who are YOU truly?
What will it take to find yourself?
A long, hard journey awaits.
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!!!PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!
After a long while I had the urge to update this little FF. 
That’s me.
Writing, stopping for a few months and then going back to writing. XD
The song today Yua sings is I’m on My Way by Phil Collins from the fantastic movie Brother Bear.
Enjoy!
Chapter 6: Mt. Natagumo
Time flows fast and Yua and her three idiotic comrades and wonderful Nezuko have been staying at the Wisteria House for a good six weeks.
Today the doctor declared them finally being healed.
The day started well.
It even got better as Kaguya and Tanjiro’s crow, Matsuemon, brought them new orders.
Their little group shall go North-northeast to Mt. Natagumo.
Finally, Yua could work on her goal of becoming a Hashira. She was starting to get crazy doing nothing but healing in the Wisteria House.
On one hand, she should really first go home and check on her family, yet the disapproving look and the lecture her grandfather would give her, how she managed for six weeks to do nothing and not at least raise a few ranks stopped her from doing so.
She would go back home when she at least levelled up a good three ranks.
Was she a coward?
Yes, she was.
The midnight blue-haired beauty was not ashamed to admit that.
She would rather fist-fight a demon than be criticized by her grandfather. That man could make you feel so bad about yourself, it should be a torture method.
Or better not.
Anyway, our group of four Demon Slayers stood ready before the door of the Wisteria House, Hisa was with them, seeing them off.
Today, Yua had decided to wear her long hair in two long pigtails. As she fixed one, Tanjiro, undoubtedly the one with the best manners, bowed before Hisa.
“We’re heading out now. Thank you for everything.”
The old kind lady smiled and had a stone and grinder in her hands.
Oh how nice of her!
“Now then, for good luck.”, said Hisa.
“Thank you so much!”
Yua, Tanjiro and Zenitsu turn their back to Hisa, as she strikes the stone against the grinder a couple of times, little sparks flying in the air.
And again it shows that Inosuke really only ever lived on a mountain surrounded by animals since he freaks out seeing that.
Only Yua's fast reflexes stop the boar-headed boy from attacking the old lady. She has him in a headlock, while he shouts: “What do you think you’re doing, old hag?!”
“What are you, a moron?!”, shouts Zenitsu back.
“Is that a rhetoric question, Agatsuma.”, deadpans Yua, gripping Inosuke tighter. “Stop struggling so much, Hashibira!”
The blond-haired boy explains: “She’s striking sparks for good luck! It’s a purification ceremony! Because we’re gonna go on a dangerous mission!”
“So stand down and accept it.”, adds Yua.
Still confused the boar-headed boy does as he was said and Hisa can complete the ritual.
All beside Inosuke bow before her in thanks.
“Always live your lives with great pride. I wish you luck in battle!”
The older girl thanks her in the name of the group and with that the Demon Slayers and one Demon Girl in a box set off.
It’s exactly quiet for five minutes before the wild boy speaks up.
““Great pride”? “Luck in battle”? What does that mean?”
Zenitsu can’t help himself and think what a moron Inosuke is, while Yua fights off the urge to facepalm.
Hard.
Like she said.
Idiots, besides Nezuko.
“Well, yeah, now that you mention it, it’s kind of difficult to explain.”, try however Tanjiro to explain to him. ““With great pride”… I guess it means that you know your place and that you behave properly so that you’re never ashamed of yourself.”
“Huh?”
“And the old lady is also praying for our safety.”
“So what is this “place”? What do you mean, “never ashamed”?”
“Well, it’s…”
“What exactly does it mean to “behave properly”? Why in the hell would that old hag pray for our safety, anyway? She has nothing to do with us, so why?”
“Ahh…”
“She has no clue what her own place is, does she?”
Before someone gets an aneurysm, most likely poor goodhearted Tanjiro, Yua step energetically forward and starts to sing.
“Tell everybody I'm on my way
New friends and new places to see
With blue skies ahead yes
I'm on my way
And there's nowhere else
that I'd rather be!”
This earned her a confused huh from Inosuke, Zenitsu fangirling and Tanjiro bilking at her surprised.
Neither one of them ever heard this type of song.
After six weeks they were used to the beautiful songs Yua sang, but they were more from their folklore, besides the one she called Gurenge and didn’t tell them who had taught her that.
“Tell everybody I'm on my way
And I'm loving every step I take
With the sun beating down yes
I'm on my way
And I can't keep this smile off my face!”
Also, she only sang in the morning, while she combed Nezuko's hair.
Suddenly starting to sing was new.
But not unwelcome.
“'Cause there's nothing like seeing
each other again
No matter what the distance between
And the stories that we tell
will make you smile
Oh, it really lifts my heart!”
All the boys, even Inosuke, loved her singing.
Yua had an amazing voice.
“So tell 'em all I'm on my way
New friends and new places to see
And to sleep under the stars
Who could ask for more
With the moon keeping watch over me!”
As Yua finished singing, the group looked at her in confusion.
She shrugged and said, "It’s a good song while you walk. Your squabbling didn’t really help us."
"Well, THAT was useless.”, snorted Inosuke “We still don't know what that old hag meant."
The midnight blue-haired girl just rolled her eyes.
She had hoped singing her wandering song would also stop this stupid discussion.
Inosuke was trough and trough boar-headed.
"Look, Hashibira, it means that we should be proud of who we are and what we do. We should behave properly and not bring shame to ourselves or our comrades. And Hisa prayed for us because she cares about us and wants us to come back safely."
 Zenitsu nodded in agreement, "Exactly! And we should appreciate her kindness and good wishes."
Inosuke grumbled but seemed to understand a little better now. Or maybe they all hoped it.
Tanjiro smiled at his friends and said, "Let's go then! Mt. Natagumo is waiting for us!"
And with that, the group set off on their next mission with determination and pride in their hearts.
***
In the evening Yua, Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke finally arrived at the base of Mt. Natagumo.
The Aura-sensing girl hissed as she felt the vibes of the places.
Yes, demons alright.
And pretty strong ones too.
“Hold up! Would you mind waiting a second?”, screeched Zenitsu from the back of the group.
“Zenitsu? What’s wrong?”, ask Tanjiro worried.
“I’m scared, all right?! Now that we’re nearing our destination, I’m so scared!”
“Here we go again...”, mumbled Yua.
This was the Demon Mansion all over again.
“Why the hell is he sitting?”, pointed Inosuke on the ground cowering Zenitsu. “How creepy is that?”
“Who are you to talk, Pig Face?! Don’t tell me you’re not getting any vibes from that mountain!”
Okay, that was surprising.
“You feel it also Agatsuma? The Aura of this place is full of malice and I bet we will find some strong Demons there.”
Tanjiro and Inosuke turn to the mountain but it’s clear that they sense nothing.
“Still, what good will it do to just sit there?”, wondered Tanjiro.
Yua fixes one of her pigtails.
“That place may be full of malice aura, but I’m not afraid like Agatsuma. We should get going, guys.”
“I told you, he’s creepy.”, reminds Inosuke them.
“I am not in any way creepy! I’m normal! I’m the normal one! You guys are abnormal! Erm...I mean Yua-Senpai is special, not creepy at all she is just erm...”
“Agatsuma nothing you ever will say will get you into my pants.”, deadpans Yua with her hands on her hips.
Suddenly Tanjiro becomes all rigged and turns to the direction of the mountain. His companions look at him confused.
Zenitsu ask him what's wrong and Tanjiro's answer is that there is a smell.
This makes Yua reach out with her Aura Sensing, in the six weeks with the boys and Nezuko she learned, how good Tanjiro could smell and how fine Zenitsu's hearing was.
This means if Tanjiro smells something it must be important.
And she is right with her guess as she feels an Aura full of pain crashing against her senses.
It’s human!
“Follow me, boys!”, she commands and runs towards the direction of the painful Aura.
Tanjiro and Inosuke are right behind her and after a few seconds, Zenitsu joins them.
When they get closer to the mountain, they see a wounded Demon Slayer.
“Ngh… Ugh…Ah… H-Help me.”, cries the wounded boy.
“He’s got our uniform on. He’s a Demon Slayer!”, shouts Tanjiro. “Something must’ve happened!”
Yua can’t help but sass back. “Really? What tipped you off, that he is a bloody mess?”
Nonetheless, Yua, Tanjiro and Inosuke run up to their Demon Slayer comrade, while Zenitsu begs them to wait for him.
Tanjiro is the first by the boy and asks him if he is okay. Again Yua wants to point out what a stupid question this is when suddenly the wounded Demon Slayer rises in the air by fine strings. He shouts for help, but sadly he gets pulled back into the direction of the dense forest of the mountain.
The Hinoto gets a determined look on her face.
“Guys, let’s go!”
“Of course, Yua-Senpai.”, agrees Tanjiro.
“I’ll go on ahead. You can follow me, shivering.”, tells Inosuke. “This is making me hungry.”
Yua snorts.
“Strange time to get hungry, but let’s get moving guys. You listen to my word, since I’m the highest rank here, alright.”
Both boys agree, even if Inosuke grumbles.
The three run into the forest, leaving a scarred and crying Zenitsu behind.
They run up a trail when Inosuke suddenly stops.
“Huh? What the hell is this?”
Tanjiro and Yua stop to see what is with Inosuke.
That’s really strange.
“A spider web?”, wonders Tanjiro for them aloud.
“Jeez, this place is full of spiderwebs! What a pain!”
Again Yua lets her Aura Sensing sweep around to get what is going on, while Tanjiro thanks both her and Inosuke for being here with him since alone he would be afraid.
The girl waves it just away as she pit-points two auras before them.
Two familiar aura.
One is a welcome sight the other not.
“Murata-San, Katsumi.”, she greeted the two scarred Demon Slayers. “What is the situation?”
Murata, the black-haired male, seemed happy to see her, while Katsumi Tomita, the brown-haired one, looked like someone had killed his cat.
“Yua-Senpai! I’m so glad to see you. At least a Minoto! Tell me do you have a Hashira with you?!”, babbled Murata, tears streaming from his eyes.
She couldn’t even answer, before Katsumi hissed: “You want to lay your hope on the Moonlight Beauty, Murata? She and her whole family are cursed! We are totally fucked!”
Lovely, still the nicknaming asshole Yua had the displeasure of ever meeting. She could have gone her whole life without seeing the brown-haired young man ever again.
She grounded her teeth together and tried to talk herself out of it to just kick Katsumi's ass.
“You know Yua-Senpai?”, asked Tanjiro, joining them with Inosuke.
“I have met and killed with Murata-San a few Demons.”, revealed Yua. “Katsumi and I just know each other from one occasion.”
Katsumi scoffed.
“That one occasion was enough. You, Mochizuki’s, only bring bad luck and death with you!”
The midnight blue-haired girl takes a deep breath and tries to remain calm despite Katsumi's insults. She knows that getting angry won't solve anything, and they need to focus on the situation at hand.
"Murata, tell us what happened," she says, turning her attention to the tearful Demon Slayer.
Murata sniffles and wipes his eyes before speaking. "Th-The crow gave us the order! And ten of us Demon Slayers came here. Not long after we entered the mountain, the Slayers…the Slayers started killing each other! Tomita-San and I barely escaped with our lives.”
Yua nods, understanding the gravity of the situation. Behind the killing under the Demon Slayers was surely a Blood Demon Art responsible. What kind of Demon could take nearly over a full group of Slayers was the question?
They needed to go on with caution.
“Who is with you, Moonlight Beauty?”, spat Katsumi, eyeing Tanjiro and Inosuke. “A boy barely weened from his mother and a boy hiding behind a mask?”
Tanjiro and Inosuke both didn’t like how this Katsumi called their Yua-Senpai by the nickname she hated so much. She seemed ready to murder the brown-haired man. Normally she was calm and collected.
There was history between them, so much was clear.
 “I’m Kamada Tanjiro and he is Hashibira Inosuke, rank Mizunoto.”, answered Tanjiro for them.
He didn’t like this hostile attitude towards Yua-Senpai. He hoped he could turn the attention like this to them and away from Yua.
It worked half since Murata yelled: “Mizunoto… Mizunoto?! Why didn’t they send a Hashira with Yua-Senpai?”
“I told you Murata!”, groaned Katsumi. “The Mochizuki bring only bad luck with them. It would have been too much for the Moonlight Beauty to have other Minoto with her or even a higher rank.”
“No matter how many Mizunoto they send, it won’t help! Even with a Minoto now. It’s pointless!”
“It was pointless from the start with the Moonlight Beauty!”
Suddenly Inosuke let out a loud yell and punched Murata and Katsumi in the face.
Yua felt a sick satisfaction seeing Katsumi getting punched, she was only sorry for Murata.
“Inosuke!!”, scolded Tanjiro.
Violence against their brother-in-arms was surely not it, even if a tiny part of him thought Katsumi deserved a punch in the face for being so rude to Yua.
“Shut up!”, hollerd Inosuke. “As far as pointless goes, your existence itself has no point at all!”
“Who the hell is this guy?! Did you forget that Tomita-San and I have seniority?!”
“Of course, the Moonlight Beauty would travel with freaks?!”
“What is your problem with Yua-Senpai!”, now Tanjiro was nearly yelling. “You keep calling her by the nickname she hates and say her whole family is cursed. Why?!”
“Kamado, it’s fine. I don’t give a shit what Katsumi thinks of me or my family.”, tries Yua to calm him down.
Tanjiro's disbelieving look says it all. Of course, he must smell how she is ready to commit murder.
A little evil chuckle leaves Katsumi's lips.
“So you don’t know that the Mochizuki learned the Moon Breathing from a Demon? And not any Demon either. Michikatsu Tsugikuni was a Demon Slayer once and betrayed the whole corps. The first and only one who did this!”
Yua bit her lips and looked down at the ground. Sadly it was true.
“You can’t trust a family who won’t stop using the Breathing Style of a Demon. Their loyalty lies surely with the Demon who taught them!”
The Minoto takes a deep breath and looks up at Katsumi with a cold expression.
"My family's loyalty lies with the Demon Slayer Corps and protecting humanity from Demons," she says firmly. "We may have learned the Moon Breathing from someone who turned Demon, but we also learned how to kill them and protect innocent lives."
Tanjiro nods in agreement, understanding the weight of Yua's words. Inosuke just grunts, still angry at the insults towards his comrades.
"We need to focus on finding the Demon who uses the Blood Demon Art responsible for the killings," Yua continues, trying to steer the conversation back to the mission at hand. "We can't afford to let our personal feelings get in the way."
Murata wipes his tears and nods, grateful for Yua's leadership. Katsumi just rolls his eyes, not convinced by her words.
But he knows deep down that they need to work together if they want to survive this mission.
Suddenly they hear a strange sound. Murata tells the newcomers that it sounded also before the other Demon Slayers started to kill each other.
Immediate Yua sweeps with her Aura-Sensing the clearing they are in.
“They are coming!”, she tells the four boys, reading her Katana. The white blade seems to shimmer under the moonlight. “Get ready!”
A group of Demon Slayers hobbles toward them, ready to attack.
Murata and Katsumi dodged the attacks. The Demon Slayers attack Inosuke and Tanjirou, but they also dodge.
“Haha! These guys are all morons!”, laughs Inosuke. “They don’t know that it’s taboo for us Demon Slayers to fight each other!”
Swift and with grace Yua counters the sword strikes of the two Demon Slayers before her, upper-handing them, taking their Katana’s from them and throwing them far away into the forest.
“They don’t do it of their free will Hashibara.”, yells Yua, locked in a sword fight with a new Demon Slayer. “They are like marionettes, someone forces them to fight!”
“Yua-Senpai is right. Something controls them!”, agrees Tanjiro.
This only makes Inosuke take out his katana, ready to slice up the other Demon Slayers, only Tanjiro and Yua yelling at him that they can’t hurt their follow comareds since some of them are still alive, stop him.
“Do it like me. Upperhand them and throw the Katana far away!”, advised Yua, before she fully concretes on the opponent before her.
Tanjiro slices through the air above a Demon Slayer’s back, severing spider strings. The Demon Slayer falls to the ground motionless.
“Good eye, Kamado!”, praises Yua and cuts the strings on the Demon Slayer before her.
“They’re threads! They’re being manipulated by threads! Slash the threads!”, spells out Tanjiro for the rest of the group.
They continue to fight, cutting threads, till Yua Aura-Sensing tickles her.
She looks down at her arm to find two small spiders crawling over it.
“Spiders?”, she mumbles and then has enlightenment. “They are controlled by these spiders!”
As to prove her point her arms lift themselves from alone, thankful she can cut the threads again.
“Guys, we need to find the Demon fast. The spiders are so tiny and just put the threads we cut back on!”
“So, all we gotta do is kill those damn spiders, huh?”, wonder Inosuke.
It’s Tanjiro who answers him: “That would be impossible! Those spiders are tiny, and I’m sure there are tons of them! We gotta find the demon who’s controlling them!”
“My Aura-Sensing is at its limit I can’t find the Aura of the Demon.”, admins Yua frustrated.
She really needs to train it more! When they get out here alive, she will do so.
“Inosuke, if you have some kind of power that can pinpoint the demon’s location, then help me out!”, turns Tanjiro to him. “This weird smell has been flowing in, and my nose isn’t working great! Ngh… And also, um…”
“It’s Murata!”
“I’m Tomita!”
“Murata! Tomita! Yua-Senpai. We will find a way to deal with the people being controlled! Inosuke, you…”
Exactly at the same moment, Yua feels a terrible Aura. Shivering she looks up.
There on fine spider treads stands a Demon in the form of a young boy with white hair, red markings on his face and a simple white kimono.
“Don’t disturb my family’s peaceful life.”, tells the Demon boy in an eerie voice. “Mother will kill you all right away.”
Inosuke doesn’t seem to care and tries to reach him. It fails spectacularly.
“Damn you!”, curses the masked boy on his back. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?! Fight me! Fight…!”
The Demon boy just walks away.
“Inosuke!”
“Hashibira!”
“Why did he show up, anyway?”, ask Inosuke Tanjiro and Yua.
“That kid probably isn’t the demon pulling the puppet strings!”, tells Tanjiro.
“But we should be careful of the kid, it’s Aura is sicking!”, warns them Yua.
Tanjiro nods.
“Right, so first, let’s…”
“Okay, okay, okay! I hear you, all right?!”, shouts Inosuke. “You want me to find where that demon is at, right? Shut up already, Forehead!”
Inosuke sticks his swords into the ground, kneeling down and putting his arms up and sideways. Yua and Tanjiro protected him from the incoming Demon Slayer puppets.
“Ngh… Beast Breathing, Seventh Form, Special Awareness! Grrr…”
He takes a deep breath, feeling his way through the forest, finding the location of the Spider Demon Mother
“Found it. There you are!”
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thehagaverse · 10 months
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Boar on the Floor
INT. MICHAEL MURRAY'S 2023 RANGE ROVER - DAY
The hags, Arden, Aoife, and Gia, along with Shiv Roy, sit comfortably in the luxurious cream interior of Michael Murray's Range Rover. Sahin, being slightly excluded, sits in the backseat, her round figure fitting snugly against the seat.
Arden holds a large carton of True Moo chocolate milk, adorned with colorful drawings representing their sisterhood. She looks mischievously at Shiv, ready to pass it to her.
ARDEN
(With a sly smile)
Shiv, catch!
Shiv extends her hand to receive the carton, but both Arden and Shiv fumble, and the unity milk slips from their grasp, splashing ALL OVER the cream interior.
ARDEN
(Exasperated)
Oh my God, Shiv! Look what you've done!
SHIV
(Defensive)
Excuse you? You dropped it too, Arden!
AOIFE
(Chuckling)
Oh, look at that mess. I guess the unity milk isn't so united anymore.
GIA
(Smiling sarcastically)
Well, I guess this just became the new definition of sisterhood: ruining expensive car interiors together.
Sahin, ever the optimist, watches the chaos unfold, her eyes lighting up with anticipation.
SAHIN
(Excitedly)
Ooh, spilled chocolate milk! Don't mind if I do!
Sahin leans forward and starts DRINKING the spilled chocolate milk while making joyful animal grunts.
ARDEN
(Stifling a laugh)
Sahin, you do know that's meant for humans, right?
AOIFE
(Teasingly)
She's just embracing her inner wild animal, Arden. Let her have her moment.
SHIV
(Sarcastically)
Yeah, Sahin, make sure to lick every last drop off the seats. We wouldn't want any wasted chocolatey goodness.
They all burst into laughter, the tension from the spilled milk dissipating into genuine amusement.
GIA
(Playfully)
I can't believe we managed to turn a car ride into a chocolaty disaster. Only us, huh?
ARDEN
(Smiling)
That's what makes us the hags, right? Never a dull moment.
They all share a moment of camaraderie, Sahin happily slurping up the remaining chocolate milk.
SAHIN
(Content)
Unity milk or not, nothing can break our bond. Even when it's splattered all over a cream interior.
They drive off, Sahin's satisfied grunts harmonizing with the sound of the engine, as they continue their journey, forever bound by their quirky adventures and unbreakable sisterhood.
FADE OUT.
INT. WAYSTAR ROYCO OFFICES - DINING AREA - NIGHT
Arden, Aoife, Gia, and Shiv, along with Sahin, sit around a lavish dinner table in the WayStar RoyCo offices. The table is set with fine china, and a pristine white tablecloth adorns the surface. Aoife's father, PAUL, a stern and angry British man, joins them, looking rather annoyed.
Paul eyes the hags and Shiv, noticing chocolate milk stains on the tablecloth.
PAUL
(With a disapproving glare)
Bloody hell! What have you lot done to my tablecloth?
ARDEN
(Feigning innocence)
Oh, Paul, it's just a little spill. No need to get your knickers in a twist.
AOIFE
(Smiling)
Yeah, Dad, it's all in good fun. We were just enjoying some unity milk.
Paul's anger intensifies as he clenches his fist, but then he suddenly smirks.
PAUL
(In a mischievous tone)
Alright, you've done it now. We're playing Boar on the Floor!
Everyone exchanges confused glances.
GIA
(Whispering to Arden)
What on earth is Boar on the Floor?
ARDEN
(Whispering back)
I have no idea, but I have a feeling it's going to be ridiculous.
Suddenly, Sahin's eyes widen as she transforms into an actual boar, her round body covered in bristly fur. She begins gnawing at Paul's leg.
SAHIN (AS A BOAR)
(With a mouthful of pant leg)
Oink oink! Take that, Paul!
Shiv bursts into laughter, unable to contain herself.
SHIV
(Between laughs)
Now that's what I call taking dinner to a whole new level, Paul!
AOIFE
(Chuckling)
Seems like Sahin really embraced the role of the boar. Can't blame her for being method!
GIA
(Giggling)
I guess we should have known better than to spill anything around you, Paul. The consequences are truly wild.
Paul, still in shock, tries to maintain his composure.
PAUL
(With a mix of amusement and annoyance)
Well, I suppose that's one way to make a memorable dinner. Bloody hell, you hags!
Arden looks at Paul's teeth and raises an eyebrow.
ARDEN
(Grinning)
Paul, did you get Invisalign? Those teeth are positively CEO-worthy!
Paul, momentarily distracted, touches his teeth with a smirk.
PAUL
(Affirmatively)
You noticed, did you? CEO teeth for a Vice President, love. Gotta stay on top of the game!
They all share a hearty laugh, Sahin still chomping on Paul's leg in boar form.
FADE OUT.
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wizardofcum · 1 year
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Player Region:
Manor
Verbena
-Description: Medium sized and biggest Town in the Region with a River running through. Almost deserted but some inhabitants have remained.
-Servants: Franchetta is first seen here wandering about looking for directions to the manor. After talking to the Player she later moves on to the woods. Viola can be recruited later in the Game after reaching Ringing Bells Order Rank 3
-Enemies: Fruit Jelly, Snakewheels, Rabid Boars
-Boss: Saint Eresing
Woods
-Description: A deep and big Forest in the east of the Region with tall trees. Mostly inhabitated by Shroomfolk.
-Servants: Franchetta can be recruited here after talking to her in Verbena and then saving her from a group of gnomes and Papa Gnome
-Enemies: Steinpilz, Morchel, Gnomes
-Boss: Papa Gnome
Monastery
-Description: An Abbey in the depths of the Forest. Its dilapitated and roamed by Monks of the Flower, having succumbed to the immortal powers of the Sugar Flower stolen from faes.
-Servants: /
-Enemies: Monk of the flower, Shrub Women
-Boss: Tree Maiden
Chime Prison
-Description: An Hexagonal Prison Tower in the Forest between Player Region and Voltiglio consisting of multiple floors where heretics and prisoners are sent.
-Servants: /
-Enemies: Prison Warden, Mad Prisoners, Gargoyles
-Boss: Gargoyle Warden
Depths Village
-Description: Village in the lowest part of the Forest, cast in a muddy swampy Basin. Inhabitants are estranged from the rest of the world, hostile and incestous, practicing low forms of magic.
-Servants: /
-Enemies: Hermit Villagers, Mud Wizards, Mold Beasts
-Boss: Unclean Elder
Valley of Grainmills
-Description: A pictureesque Valley covered in grainmills making use of the strong winds formed through the mountains to turn grain from the close farmland into Flour. Not too long ago, a Basilisk settled down here.
-Servants: /
-Enemies: Rust infected Bears, Crazy Millworkers, Basilisk Offspring
-Boss: Rust Basilisk
Farm
-Description: A once comfy homestead recently turned vacant, this once was the Home of Franchetta. Now, a dark presence has taken over.
-Servants: /
-Enemies: Scarecrows, Korndämonen, Grain Lets
-Boss: Roggenmuhme
Voltiglio:
Graveyard
-Description: The dark and gloomy Graveyard behind the Prison Tower, filled with the corpses and graves of criminals. Despite being unworthy, the Ringing Bells doctrine demands proper burial for even the lowly.
-Servants: /
-Enemies: Undead, Specters, Skeletonwheels
-Boss: The Executioner
Witches Oak
-Description: A dark and sadistic Forest ruled by Three Hags, many rituals and dark magics are practiced here. In the center stands an ancient cursed tree inhabited by a demon, feeding off the blood of sacrifices and granting magical power in return.
-Servants: /
-Enemies: Witches, Giant Spiders, Snakemen
-Boss: Three Hags, Witch Oak
City of Mausoleums
-Description: The burial place of the rich and the noble, this macabre Town is overrun with their corpses fighting over gold and belongings even in death. One noble even got burried with his pet dragon, which is now roaming the streets.
-Servants: Blanche is passing through here, escaping from the Castle upfront. Can be fought as a Boss or recruited if talked to.
-Enemies: Skeletons, Mimics, Graverobbers
-Boss: Undead Dragon, Blanche
Vampire Castle
-Description: A Gothic Castle that is the Home of the disgraced Voltiglio Family. Sent to manage a remote region used for burials, they are forced to live next to death. As such, they have a vendetta against the Royal Family.
-Servants: /
-Enemies: Crying Dames, Former Maids, Former Butlers
-Boss: Lord Voltiglio
Valle Seremia:
Mushroom Swamp
-Description: Part of the Forest that got corroded by poisonous waste excreted by the Factory next to it, now a dangerous and uninhabitable Jungle of spores and mushrooms.
-Servants: /
-Enemies: Giant Centipede, Giant Bug, Mushroom Corpse
-Boss: Parasitic Heap
Factory
-Description: A steel factory belonging to the Seremia Family with bad working conditions, hot smelters and toxic fumes.
-Servants: /
-Enemies: Factory Workers, Smelting Friends, Coal eaters
-Boss: Lord Seremia
Cabinet of anatomical Machines
-Description: The home of the Seremia Family, this mansion houses a weird and perverted laboratory of mass produced monstrosities and experiments.
-Servants: /
-Enemies: Lamp Children, Clockwork Men, Steam Women
Boss: Adam and Eve
Valley of Garbage
Description: A giant steaming Garbage Dump where the sick and unwanted are sent to spend the rest of their counted days. Those in turn, called forth a great Being, asking it for revenge.
-Servants: Primavera can be found here as a glob of thrown out Fruit Jellies. Joins party easily.
-Enemies: Exiled, Cannibals, Bloated
-Boss: Bleeding Demon
Fairy Realm
The realm of the Fae, accessed through a discarded mirror in the Valley of Garbage. A fairytale Wonderland inhabited by Knights and Magical beings. However, the Fae kings will not let you leave if you eat from their Table.
-Servants: Dust, A fairy ostracized for being a Mothlike will ask you to bring her with you as she is not happy in her own Realm, but only if you answer her riddles correctly.
-Enemies: Knights, Faes, Overgrown Slugs
-Boss: Fae Kings
Asangia-Liturta:
Academy
-Description: A victorian school high up in the mountains, teaching all sorts of arts but with a strong focus on Magic.
-Enemies: Scholars, Brain Suckers, Haunted Books
-Boss: Headmaster Calpuccio
San Valentino
-Description: A snowed in industrial town accessible only through the train riding up the mountain.
Overrun with a Beastly Plague, the City is locked up from outsiders.
-Servants: Charlet and Andras are working in a Café here but want to escape the City.
-Enemies: Hunters, Beasts
Brickbuilders
-Boss: Lord
Snow burried Town
-Description: A vacant town burried in deep layers of snow festering an otherwordly secret, an Ufo that crashed there long ago
-Servants: /
-Enemies: Starmen, Offspring, Alien Eggs
-Boss: Crashed Old One
Mountain Peak
-Description: The highest point of the Kingdom housing wild creatures and a great one, as well as a sacred weapon.
-Servants: /
-Enemies: Yeti, Wyverns, False Trees
-Boss: Mountain of Madness
Puppet Book-World
-Description: An artificial Toybox World inside a Fable book, run by a tyrannical witch creating living puppets
-Servants: /
-Enemies: Puppets, Toys, Marionettes
-Boss: Stringpuller
Gallandresi:
Town of Witches
-Description: A village run by maniacal witches that is in the middle of being attacked by a group of rabid Witchhunters and thus is summoning support
-Servants: Witchhunter Melissa
-Enemies: Witchhunters, Mad Women, Sacrifices
-Boss: Macabre Vessel
Opera House
-Description: A prestiguous high end Opera House putting on a Play, with Lord Gallandresi in the main role
-Servants: /
-Enemies: Masked Nobles, Dancers, Actors
-Boss: Lord Opera Singer
Dreieich Replika
-Description: An Idyllic Medieval era Town made by Western settlers long ago with the ruins of a castle at its top.
-Servants: /
-Enemies: Gaffer, Wild Dogs, Flesh Eating Flower
-Boss: Stone Knight
Painted World
-Description:
-Servants:
-Enemies:
-Boss:
Crooked Celestial Tower
-Enemies: All
-Boss: Starseed
Lake Drowned City
-Description: The Ruins of a city at the bottom of a Lake that was once a basin.
-Servants: /
-Enemies: Watercorpse, Seasnakes, Crystal Casters
-Boss: Ancient Warrior
Train Station
-Description: A Train Station connecting the Asangia-Liturta Region to the rest of the country
-Servants:
-Enemies:
-Boss:
Landruso:
Archduchess Abode
-Description: A baroque Castle that is the Home of the Archduchess, Cousin of the Queen and avid opponent. Locked into the Castle by the Royale Family she still lives lavishly in this flowery Home.
-Servants: Helena works as the Queens Guard. Joins if cooperating with the Duchess, otherwise a second bossfight after killing the Duchess.
-Enemies: Royal Knights, Pages, Cooks
-Boss: Archduchess, Knight Helena
Circus
-Description: A night circus playground filled with whimsy and Games; In truth a ploy to gather a large amount of victims to a sacrifice Ritual
-Servants: Galiana can be found working here but ist disenfranchised and scared by the demonic occurance and will join you after the sacrifice.
-Enemies: Mad Clowns, Jack in the Boxes, Stiltwomen
-Boss: The Clown, Greater One
Capital
-Description: The royal capital of the Kingdom, housing many Nobles and Knights as well as wild Beasts
-Servants: Knight Zarus will join you if siding with the Queen, otherwise a second bossfight
-Enemies: Scavengers, Queens Guard, Chimeras
-Boss: The Queen, Knight Zarus
Flooded Crypt
-Description: The flooded, cisternlike resting place of a brillant long dead artist.
-Servants: /
-Enemies: Ratmen, Floaters, Flying Skulls
-Boss: Undead Famous Artist
Porttown
-Description: A port town floating on water with canals serving as streets. The inhabitants are celebrating a sadistic carneval of pleasure and pain.
-Servants:
-Enemies: Masked Peasant, Vendors, Thieves
-Boss: Three Faced Mask
Red Light District
-Description: The Pleasure district of the Port Town, overrun with succubi and suitors. A central whorehouse ends the street and houses the doorway to a dimension of fleshly delights.
Servants: Iera can be found here behind a diverging path and will forcefully join your party if you defeat her.
-Enemies: Drunk Sailors, Succubus, Incubus
-Boss: Mistress of Lust
Collise:
Snake Island
-Description: A rocky Island covered with millions of snakes, housing a Giant Snake God in a Temple
-Servants: Plena can be found here, she is imprisoned and you're able to free her after slaying the Snake God. She was supposed to wed him.
-Enemies: Snake Cultist, Feeding Snake, Slave Women
-Boss: Old Snake God
Volcano
-Description: The boiling hot Innards of a big volcano that is actually a dormant God
-Servants: /
-Enemies: Flame Fiends, Minor Demons, Old Guard Knights
-Boss: Lord Collise
Geothermes
-Description: Geological Hotsprings that can be used with a Party member for a special scene
-Servants: /
-Enemies: Giant Shrimp, Big Frogs, Wild Men
-Boss:
Ash covered city
-Description: The ruins of an ancient City that got covered in ash, Lava and debree from a volcanic eruption thousands of years ago.
-Servants: Raum can be found here looking for an ancient artifact and will join your party in exchange for it
-Enemies: Ashen Corpse, Burnt Body, Fearful Ghost
-Boss:
Monster Statue Park
-Description: Ancient Garden filled with grotesque living Statues
-Servants /
-Enemies: Monster Statues, Ancient Visages, Stone Beasts
-Boss: Marble Giant
Aqueduct Knot
Old Capital
-Description: Ancient previous Capital, burried deep within the Earth. Filled with riches, to the point a mining Economy had developed around the castle.
-Servants: /
Enemies: Miners, Manticores, Golden People
Boss: Old King
Island Region:
Mermaid Cove
-Description: Seaside cove inhabitated by Mermaids and Ocean Creatures
-Servants: /
-Enemies: Giant Crab, Mermaids, Dolphins
-Boss: Scylla
Cave Town (Matera)
-Description: Older than ancient Town chiselled into a Rocky mountain
-Servants: Tineth can be found here sadistically playing with Troglodytes, enticing her and then killing them if they come too close. Joins your party after defeating her.
-Enemies: Troglodytes, Golems, Earthenware
-Boss: Beastman King
Trulli Town
Crystal Fossil Caves
-Description: Deep Underground caverns in which Beasts live among Crystals and Fossils
-Servants: /
-Enemies: Crystalites, Cave Monkey Beast, Dinosaurs
-Boss: First Generation Dragon
Lighthouse
Sunken City
-Description: Ancient City that was once a lavish meeting place of the Elite, now swallowed by the sea after a god took it by force
-Servants: /
-Enemies: Merfolk, Sharkthings, Anglerfish
-Boss: Deep Kraken God
Gualterrot:
Old Goats Garden of Debauchery
-Description: Hedonistic Garden in which perverted church officals reveal im earthly pleasures
-Servants: /
-Enemies: Fauns, Dryads, Politicians
-Boss: Clergyman
Sword Chapel
-Description: Ornate and beautiful Chapel housing the prepared corpses of Heroes and a Legendary Sword stuck in Stone
-Servants:
-Enemies: Old Heroes, Forgotten Saviors, Legendary Swordsmen
-Boss: Remains of a bitter Knight
Grand Cathedral
-Description: Home Base of the Ringing Bell Church, a beautiful and grandiose Cathedral complex.
-Enemies: Angels, Bell Knights, Bishops
-Boss: Lord Gualterrot
Catacombs
-Description: Underground burial Labyrinth accessed from the grand Cathedral that leads down to an ancient tomb
-Servants: /
-Enemies: Necromancers, Skeleton Warriors, Vengeful Phantasms
-Boss: God of Decay
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“………..did you even look at the gift before you ate it stupid boar?”
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"I DID NOT! But what's it matter to you, kelp head?! That gift wasn't for you anyway!! It was for everyone to share together, that's what the old hag said!"
...oh. He was seized with a sudden realisation.
"... it was delicious. I'll help her make more next time... so there's some left by the time I get to the party."
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