#when you just escaped vampire slavery but now you have to save for a down payment

[lazylittledragon]

domesticating your vampire: a memoir

(beautiful high res version on patre0n)

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #tavstarion #KARLACH #i nearly forgot her #when you just escaped vampire slavery but now you have to save for a down payment #i can't stress how important it is to me that astarion has a birthday #i don't know why #also sex is fine but have you ever had someone wash your hair for you. there is nothing more intimate #i'm devastated that i had to desaturate the polaroid because the lighting was so pretty

[spacebarbarianweird]

Hi! Can I request either a fic or headcanon of romanced Astarion and a good aligned, Human tav having a fight about him doing the Ascension ritual (Tav being against it, and trying to gently make him see reason), then Astarion gets incredibly angry and shouts something awful (maybe the 'I hope you die screaming' or the ' the problem with what cazador did is that he did it to me' when she says ascending will make him a new cazador). She's hurt and shocked and retreats from the fight. She starts leaving Astarion in camp etc. given she thinks he hates her and she also is angry at him for still thinking lives are expandable. Then one night he gets kidnapped by his siblings and when he wakes up in the kennels he is sure he lost her forever now, and never see her again cause why would she save him? Only for her to come and save him from Cazador. Sorry for the long request! Could it be from Astarion's pov as well? Thank you!

Hi! It has been a long time sice I wrote reader instead of OC Tiriel! And sorry for making you wait for so long!

It's Over

Tags: hurt/comfort, angst

Thanks @themadlu for beta-reading!

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Masterlist

Headcanons

It's over.

Astarion's wrists bleed and he's been staring at the pool of blood for what feels like an eternity.

The tadpole took away his instant regeneration and now his torturers can enjoy the most peculiar spectacle ever.

Opening Astarion's wounds.

His skin is flayed, his face is covered in bruises. Pain is already numbed—the tadpole doesn't like its host being killed.

Maybe he can finally die?

A kick in the stomach forces him to vomit blood. Punishment. Yes, it's his punishment for tasting freedom. For breaking the rules.

The taste of love.

His siblings are watching the execution with undisguised gloating. Astarion is getting what he deserved. He never helped with their plans to escape—but it was him who slipped from their master's hands.

It was intended to be a lesson. Instead it's the best show they've seen in years.

A silver dagger is touching Astarion's face. He can feel the heat of the cursed metal. Marks left by silver are permanent.

It seems like his master is going to take the last thing Astairon owns.

His face.

Astarion silently weeps. His appearance is the only thing he has. His body, his face, his hands. The master needs them, doesn't he? Who will seduce the victims, if not the perfect- looking elf?

The master expects Astarion to beg.

He doesn't. The pathetic whimpers are stuck in his sore throat. He won't give them this pleasure.

Two months of freedom compensated two centuries of slavery. Astarion has self-dignity. He can say 'no'. He can stand for himself.

You taught him that.

The torture continues. And Astarion breaks down.

He screams. He yells. He begs.

The answer to his tears is evil laughter. They wanted a show—he is giving them one.

It lasts for hours. For days. And the two months of freedom fade from Astarion's memory.

It wasn't real. It never happened. It all was a feverish dream.

But Astarion knows it wasn't.

Your face, Your touches. Your love. 

The way you hugged him. The way you touched him. The way you supported him.

You were everything... and he betrayed you.

I hope you die screaming.

At first, you promised to help with the ritual, and he even dared dream about you by his side as he became a vampire overlord. But then, you started backing off. 

Bad idea. No one should make deals with devils. Who knows what Cazador promised in exchange for power.

Astarion cursed you, said every toxic word he had in mind. It was easy to hurt you—you were so vulnerable to him and he even felt sadistic pleasure in doing so.

He expected you to throw him away from the camp, but you just stopped talking to him. Left him alone with his thoughts and anger.

And then, his siblings came to take him.

Astarion was back in the dungeons. Beaten and humiliated without any hope of escape.

"Leave him," the master says. "We have things to prepare"

Astarion is finally left alone. He crawls in the darkest corner and curls there in the fetus position. He couldn't care less about his naked body.

He thinks about you.

He closes his eyes and tries to remember the moments you were together. Cuddles. Yes, cuddles. The thing he expected to like the least. Just two bodies intertwined with each other. No sex, no movements, no words. He could stay like that for hours wrapping around you like a weighted blanket and enjoying your warmth.

The treasure he lost.

Astarion smiles bitterly. You must be in someone's else's arms. Probably the wizard. Yes, you've chosen him because he will never hurt you. His body is warm and he doesn't harm your neck...

He enters the reverie hoping he will see you there.

The only thing he has. The only thing his master can’t take away.

"Oh for fuck sake!" he hears your voice. "What have they done to you?!"

Warm hands hug him and then he feels a cape wrapping his bare shoulders. "Gods, Astarion? Are you alright?"

"You ... You are back..." he mutters.

"Of course, I am!" you hug him. "We are in this together, remember?" you kiss him. “Drink!”

The scent of blood pierces his nostrils as you cut your wrist. He grazes in your skin and the divine essence gushes down his throat. 

You are here.

You are back.

You are real.

He pulls away feeling how his wounds slowly heal. “I am sorry,” he mutters.

You kiss his bruised lips. “Well, it did hurt. We need to find your clothes and weapons.”

**

Astarion collapses on the stone floor and weeps. He weeps two centuries taken away from him, his memory, his mind, his soul. His beating heart. He mourns his innocence, his body and his cries echo through the chambers.

Soft hands caress his shoulders. “I am here, I am here with you. You did the right thing.”

“It is all over, isn’t it?” he sniffs.

“Yes, love,” you kiss his cheek. “It’s over.”

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[whumpy-writings]

13 for Travis (i'm worried about him lol)

15 for Ria

23 for both Henri and Aaron

26 for Aldon

31 for Micah

CW: Vampires, slavery, self-loathing

13. Where are you right now?

Travis looks up from where he is seated on the floor, his arms resting on his knees. There are bite marks all over him, some almost healed and others fresh. "I'm at the Torin Army Hospital in the capital, now that the war's over. I'm one of the blood bags for injured and sick veterans and you know... it's not too bad. Blair's in charge of the humans and they always make sure that we don't lose too much blood and that we get enough to eat. I'm actually making friends with some of the other humans, if you can believe it." Travis wrinkles his nose. "Of course, I would rather not be a blood bag at all, but the leeches didn't really give me a choice in the matter."

15. What was your life like before [Whumper]?

Ria sighs, crossing her arms across her chest. "My life was good before the fuckin' Lucians ruined everything. My village was poor, but every night after I was done working in the fields I got to come home and work on my sewing. There also was this girl I was seeing, Addy was her name." Ria's eyes get distant. "I thought we would build a life together."

23. If your life depended on it, would you betray [Caretaker]?

Henri looks at you aghast. "No, never. Aldon saved my life."

Aaron bites his lip before he answers. "For my life, no." He pauses. "But if Hope's life depended on it, I wouldn't hesitate to betray Micah. I think he would understand."

26. Do you like yourself?

Aldon looks down at his hands. "I've done so many awful things. I've done good things too. But when it comes down to it, if I like myself... I don't." He looks up at you. "I'm still doing awful things. For a good cause, perhaps, but awful things nonetheless. And while I do think the ends justify the means... I don't like the person I have had to become." Aldon presses the heels of his hands to his face, taking a shuddering breath. He looks back up at you. "Henri says that I'm too hard on myself, but he doesn't know everything. If he did, he would hate me too."

31. After you escaped, how did you recover?

Micah smiles. "I visited my siblings. Maria and Theresa fussed over me, Yorick and Otis were assholes like usual, and Georgette demanded that I accompany her to the latest science lecture." Micah's smile faltered just a bit. "They took care of me for a change. I still don't know how I feel about the reversal in our roles."

#travis the human #aldon the vampire #henri the human #aaron the human #micah the vampire #ria the human #vampires tw #slavery tw #self loathing tw #of vampires and men

[thecitythatdoesntsleep]

Vampire Cafes

WARNINGS/TAGS: blood, blood consumption, enslavement, medical torture, unnecessary surgery, normalized human slavery, dehumanization, non-con bloodletting, starvation, wounds, body-horror, needles, gore, abuse, death, kidnapping

PLEASE DO NOT read if ANY of ^these^ triggers could effect you. It isn't worth your mental health and merely for creative purpose. I'd so much rather have you happy and healthy.

All graphic content will always be under a cut.

Anything of my personal vampire lore will be under the tag #vlor

Imagine a world where vampires make up at least half of the population and growing. Society has adapted, for the most part there is peace but things have changed. The new world order is primarily made of the undead and most governmental functions are as well.

Because of this, humans have met their match and are no longer at the top of the food-chain. Naturally, they've lost rights, they've lost a lot of the protection that they had from one another and their rules have been made for them. While the majority of vampires take pity on humans, think of them as children that will never get a chance to learn and many as a vital part of their own existence.

Their lives are not valued as they once were with such severity. Slavery is legal, murder is all but decriminalized between species and while humans are vital, they're easy enough to reproduce and farm. Even if they have no idea that it's being done, their population is kept up by vampire influence and the new 'Law'.

Gory crimes become normal. Loss becomes normal, fear, terror, insecurity becomes normal for human life. And while millions of vampires are kind-hearted citizens like their lesser counterpart, it doesn't take many to send a sense of unease and panic into their 'sister' species as a whole.

But now imagine what 'normal' vampire things would look like, mashed into society and accepted broadly as the new era of life. Fully capable of wiping humans out entirely but smart enough to know that they can't take out their own food supply or over-populate with their kind.

You'd be walking down the street one day and look into a window and see...

...Someone being bitten in public or someone desperately screaming for help as another person drug them off into an alley and drained them dry. People would lose their touch for each other and lose connection with the kindness and concern they'd once share. They would turn silent, uncurious; head down, eyes up.

But surely there's a better way to distribute blood and not have to just randomly terrorize a stranger, right? Something quicker, easier and with a lot less mess.

It only made sense to keep the function of corporate industry alive with some steadfast business. Vampires needed fast food too.

In comes the different versions of vampire cafes or 'blood bins'. Humans are farmed (locally usually) or in shady local businesses, kidnapped to be held for public use. Disease is without worry but what is of good concern is health and how long they can manage to process a human until they're no longer viable.

They want strong, healthy humans that can yield and regenerate fast. So they're fed strict doses of vitamins and mineral packed slop, that stays down no matter what emotional or physical turmoil they suffer. Some keep them high and sedated, making sure that it's as 'humane as possible'. High-end franchises will keep their 'stock' in the back and the bolder venues keep them in aesthetically pleasing tubes.

They'll go as far as dressing them nicely and lighting up their display cases with different décor and neon signs. The only sign of anything slightly off with them is a straw-sized tube jutting from their arm. It isn't inflamed or angry, instead it's not phasing through the skin at all like human phlebotomy. It was surgically installed, implanted in a main artery and capped with a medical grade valve-stem. As if they were tires and pressurized.

This hooked them to the automatic dispensing system. Where an attendant could fill a glass by the customers choosing, pressing it under a nozzle and getting an exact measurement. Digital displays would show them how many more they could get out before entering the 'rest' mode and the system would lower them to the basement to be changed out by another employee.

Not every café was the same, though. Many that operated locally or outside large franchise, were torture chambers for humans. They couldn't afford to buy stock in humans and instead, choose to steal them off the streets. The valve operation is definitely out of the picture so it's down to blunt injury or hack-job intravenous experiments. Age is of no concern, young and old alike but better if no one will interfere with their missing persons.

Imagine the despair of not being able to ever get enough strength gathered to escape? Being drugged constantly and weakened by hunger and blood-loss. Constantly being afraid that they'd take too much because it happened all the time around you. The absolute misery you'd endure watching the others suffer and how many various reactions there can be. Taken down to your absolute limit, just to be force-fed vile concoctions and to feel joy from it because at least the gnawing, aching nausea would go away.

Praying you didn't vomit because it was all you were going to get, no matter how wretched it was. Oh and the infection from all the times they'd try to get blood. Wounds would never heal but they'd keep trying and the amount of struggle to keep finding new places would be unbearable. Botched, at home surgeries and operations galore. The fatigue would be awful and most places never closed, seeing as they were serving all kinds with all habits. Day in, day out, until they got worried they'd kill you and have to go to the trouble of kidnapping more and more people. Then they'd put you in a storage room or off somewhere to rest; which usually meant being locked up in a gutted cooler.

How hopeless, how absolutely hopeless you'd feel. How miserable it would be to be a human and live in the risk of being snatched up and tormented for your blood.

On the flipside... To end on a good note.

Imagine the recovery. The survival. How much it would take to earn that persons trust, (or teach them if they're bred in captivity) and how they would have to readapt to interaction again. Remember how to talk depending on how long they've been held captive. How timid they would be, how much they would accept or deny another persons touch. Every time they see themselves bleed, they fall apart into fits of fear and paranoia. If something pokes them they go irate with sobs and gasps of terror, thinking that they're going back to the darkness to be prodded like a science experiment.

When they're given the chance to sleep, it scares them because the loopy feeling before and after makes them feel like they're drugged or anemic again. How dizzy they would be for the first while that they were saved, how many times they could fall into their saviors arms.

Now what if that savior is a vampire themselves?

The added fear, how hard they would have to work to earn the human's trust and dependency. How they would have to watch themselves carefully to try not to do anything domineering or too roughly by accident. Trying extra hard to not move too quickly or be too over-powering when handing or taking things.

#whump prompt #vampire whump #vampire vs human #whump fic #whump scenario #tw triggers #tw #triggering stuff #tw needles #vampires #alternate universe #vampire prompt #tw slavery #tw blood #tw gore #tw graphic #my writing #vlor #human whumpee! vampire! whumper

[specialsituationsgroup]

A study of Discworld

Color of Magic, pt 13

A shorter piece, 6 moths to Krull

Note: I tried to read and summarize the next vignette but that was a mistake. By the time I finished it, I had forgotten all the moments that had impressed me. Even the notes I wrote down didn't help me remeber. Worse, there was *too* much material to summarize without it becoming so vague as to be meaningless.

That's when I realized that this book, and Discworld in general, should be enjoyed in the moment, without looking for broad strokes.

Yes, magic and vampires and Colon change from book to book, to be whatever the narative needs them to be. But this doesn't bother you as you read it. In the moment that Colon is a bad cop, you laugh at him.

Yes, Sybil and Margolata fade into support roles, but then you meet Adora and Glenda and a whole regiment of badass women. And Tiffany doesn't fade out, but grows into power.

No, the worldbuilding isn't very consistent, but Pratchet already admited as much: "a Creator with more imagination than mathematical aptitude." I can only hope to have his self awearness.

And that doesn't take away from the briliance of those one-liners. There's a reason the Discworld fandom material is dominated by quotes. From descriptions that suck you in, to insights into human nature, to puns, to character-revealing moments, to hard questions, to lessons in ethics and economy in a single paragraph.

So these are the most impressive bits of this part: - Airline sticker as a powerfull traveling rune. - Goldeneyes, the master craftsman who's clients keep mutilating him. - The desciated ocean and dehydrated water. - The palace at Neff that can store 50 000 daylight hours. - The description of the Rim as having "rather less horizon" - Freelance pirates rescuing sailors only to sell them to slavery. - The choice between sharks and slavery. - The luggage, eating it's way through the pirate ship in search of Twoflower and Rincewind. - Krull, an empire built on salvage from the circumfence. - The water troll who fell from another World to this one, who longs to jump back but knows the odds are practically zero. - Hydrophobic wizards who fly over the ocean because they are repusled by regular water, because they were raised on dehydrated water. Their existance is wretched and they end it quickly.

And the best scene:

Rincewind and Twoflower are in a leaking boat, drifting toward the rimfall. Rincewind panics, but Twoflower doesn't because it would make no difference. Either something will intervene to save them, or it won't (it does). They do a little bailing every now and then, even though it's pointless.

Rincewind spots a bunch of fish swiming against the current, moving as fast as they can just to stay in the same spot. He identifies with them.

Twoflower wants to fall over. He wants to float through space and land on other worlds. Wants to see things that no one else has. He has the soul of a sailor. He would "endure privation merely to look at things."

Rincewind spots a frog strugling to escape the rimfall and saves it, ie, puts it on a boat that is also about to fall over the edge. Twoflower points out how pointless that was, but Rincewind doesn't mind.

And I realize that the reason he doesn't mind is because we're all drifting toward the abys. And the propper response is not to panic, or to jump, but to extend an oar to a strugling frog "For the sake of prisoners and the flight of birds."

To be continued...

#Discworld #studying discworld #literature #gnu terry pratchett #pterry

[coolfoxy4]

Okay so here's some of the characters in Don't Starve I've made into an urban legend that may or may not be good, I'll try to update on their stories and the names of the urban legend! (These are drafts, also please don't get offended about the Warly and Walani stories!)

Trigger Warning

Wilson (Dr. Animal): A man who has respect for others but he saw way too many people being disrespectful and went mad (I have to think he inhaled too much mercury, cause he's a scientist and back then people didn't know about the affects of mercury), and the voices in his head tell him to turn people into what they are... Animals, he uses random animal parts and does a surgery by replacing certain limbs with animal parts (like arms or legs), pieces of skin, and finally cutting their tongues off and sewing an animal's head on them (disturbing i know). He then carves a word on their backs, "Animals".

Willow (Mother Fire): A young woman who uses fire to kill someone who abuses a child in anyway, especially parents. If it's just one she burns them alive, if it's both parents she burns the house down and takes any children present with her to an abandoned village where nobody knew existed. She'll follow a child if she notices any form of abuse and follows them to their home to watch the family, if it's someone else, they'll still get killed (idk if I should add the charcoal thing, if you see a piece of charcoal on your nightstand or bed, she's coming, and she wants you to turn yourself in or change your ways, if you don't... Death).

Wolfgang (The War Ghost): He died in WWI from gas leaking in his gas mask because his right eye on the mask got shattered and was put out of his misery. He came back as a ghost and will break your bones if you don't leave the battlefields. There will be rare occasions if the person finds him sleeping... If they tried to wake him, he'll wake up and punch them in the jaw, dislocating it, before running away as like it was some sort of instinct.

Wendy and Abigail (Weeping Twins): Wendy ended her life when Abigail died because they promised to be together forever. Their weepings can be heard by some people, if someone disrespects the dead they'll haunt and drive that person insane until they apologize or die from suicide. She will even sometimes put the person into sleep paralysis just to scare the living daylights out of them.

Wigfrid (Steel Teeth Singer): a opera singer trapped in her own world dies by the hands of a robber who had drained her of her blood, she came back from the dead as a vampire with steel sharp teeth, no one knows how she got her steel teeth, some versions of the story said her kidnapper forcefully removed her teeth and replaced them with steel. At midnight she killed her kidnapper and buried him in her yard. She resigns in her house, if anyone were to trespass on her property, she'll give them a warning, then tell them to leave. If they were to enter the house, then she'll attack them and drain them of their blood. She mostly feeds on the blood of farm animals but her favorite is humans blood, she'll put victims in a trance by singing her song and lure them into her home where she drains their blood.

Wes (The Hunger Mime): Wes died of hunger when someone kidnapped him and tormented him, he was at the wrong place at the wrong time. Before his death, he swore revenge and wishes to come back as a unstoppable spirit. After he came back from the dead he immediately killed his tormentor by cutting open his belly and eating his stomach. He now hunts for animals and eats crops from farms, if anyone doesn't have any food on them or a someone interrupts him while he's eating, he'll eat their stomachs. Children are spared however, if they're lost in the forest he lives in, he'll take them back to their parents and give them a balloon and it is said if the child gave the Hunger Mime a hug, they'll receive good luck in the future.

Warly (Chef of Flesh): Warly was kidnapped by a group who practices slavery to gain goods and riches. He tried many times to escape to see his mother again but he would always get caught and punished for it. One of these punishments killed him, a ceremony was made to put his spirit to rest, but it wasn't completed due to it being interrupted by the slave owner, Warly came back as a tall Bakroe and killed the slave owners. Warly now roams the earth looking for people in a hate group, any hate group, and turn them into a pot filled with their flesh and blood, he carries a bag filled with items need to make for his bloody stew. He'll change his voice into a voice of a child to trick his victims, he doesn't feel any kind of pain, though fire can be used to scare him and do any damage to him, he has enough strength to carry an adult human.

Walani (The Siren of Hawaii): She died during a surfing contest when she was challenged by a man known for his big ego, he thought he would win by pushing her off her surfboard. Unfortunately, when he pushed her, Walani ended up falling on a rock, causing her head to split open, the onlookers tried to save her... But it was too late... She was dead. Two days later she came back as a Mo'o´s, or what others call... a siren. She lives in a sea cave and would often leave and take her human form to look for her prey, which consists mostly of men, she would take on a disguise and go to bars or parties to find her victim, once she does she tricks them and takes them to the shore and feasts on them. She would use the song of the siren to trick fishermen into crashing their boats or go overboard, on rare cases she can also trick people strolling on the beach at night to go in the water where they become her target.

Here's how I came up with these ideas:

Wilson going mad was based on how hat makers would get Mad Hatter's Disease because of the mercury in the hats they were producing (look it up to learn more about it).

Willow's icon shows burning houses in the background, she probably did that on purpose when she saw how the kids were being treated in the DST lore.

Wolfgang is said to serve in a war and I saw a scene where a guy loses his mask and was almost put out of his misery when he accidentally inhaled the gas (it was a WWI movie).

Wendy and Abigail... I like to think Wendy respects the dead and there's grave robbers out there and she would definitely scare them.

Wigfrid's legend was based on Scotland's urban legend called Jenny Wi' The Airn (or Iron) Teeth, a vampire that has iron for teeth.

Wes has bad luck and is hungry all the time, that's it... (I'm sorry for making him monster guys, I know you love him).

Warly was based on a Bakroe, I heard about it on one of Snarled's videos, watch it.

And finally Walani's legend was based on Mo'o´s, In Hawaiian folklore, if a person passes away, they could come back in a form of a Mo'o´s, a mermaid/siren/selkie that seduce men and drown them (I got this info from fairychamber.com, her urban legend wasn't based on the dragon urban legend)

Mother Fire

Hunger Mime

(Should I even attempt making the spirits of his victims be turned into hunger bellies or is it just stupid?)

Don't Starve Belongs to Klei Entertainment

#Don't Starve: Urban Legends #don't starve #don't starve together #wilson higgsbury #wilson ds #willow ds #wolfgang ds #wendy ds #abigail ds #wes ds #wigfrid ds #warly ds #walani ds #Klei Entertainment #fanart #an idea

[freefallingup13]

Jaren’s Birthday

Ok so this is gonna be a wild ride

I’ve never written anything for this storyline before??? It’s an AU of one of the first stories I ever wanted to write, but there is nothing resembling the original anymore.

Summary: Jaren, the leader of a wild, warmongering vampire coven, likes to keep a few werewolves as attack dogs. Some of the werewolves the coven keeps - like his favorite “Puppy” Toni - are his personal pets.

CW: This is a pet whump/slavery fic, if I continue to post more of this story there will be dubcon and graphic violence. This piece in particular, though, only has dehumanization, possibly codependence? alcohol, blood, Whumpee is a girl (there will be dubcon if this story continues specifically on her and other lady whumpees) and the Whumper is called “Master”.

This scene is pretty fluffy, honestly, there’s not a whole lot of whump going on yet

also idk if it’s noticeable but Toni is pretty much always in human form with wolf ears and tail, just to clarify-

It had been dark for a long time when Toni’s good ear flicked up, and she slowly opened her eyes. Moonlight streamed through the window as she sat up with a small, breathy yawn. Two men were talking outside, followed by footsteps and a shifting of fabric. The guard was being dismissed. She only shut her eyes for a moment when the door opened, squinting at the torchlight of the hallway beyond.

“Still up, Puppy?” A bottle swayed back and forth as the man entered the room, kicking off his boots. “I’m impressed. It’s near four in the morning.”

Toni’s ears both flattened against her head, a pristine white against her dark hair. “I… I had to stay awake for Master,” she whispered tiredly. “I have to welcome you home, Master. Every night.”

“Every night,” he agreed, stepping closer to the bed. When he sat on the edge of  it, Toni crawled forward, resting her head onto his shoulder. His eyes shut as her dark hair mingled with his own light brown hair. Idly, his hand came up to scratch behind one of her ears, the limp one on her left. He chuckled at the way she hummed in delight, leaning into him further. 

He took a long swig from the bottle in his hand, and Toni only sniffed a few times before huffing out the smell. Blood, per usual, but this time mixed with strong alcohols. Many of them.

Her wagging tail began to stop as she looked to her Master’s expression. His face was calm, contemplative. She didn’t sense that he was drunk, as some of his soldiers often were at home. Still, there was a blank dullness to his gaze as he stared at the wall. 

“... Master?” she asked quietly, delicately placing one hand over his. “Is everything alright?”

He wrinkled his nose for only a second, but she knew she’d done something wrong by asking. He used the hand she was touching to snap, pointing at the floor. “Heel, Puppy.”

Without a single thought, she untangled her legs from the blankets, smoothly gliding to the floor. She was so used to the cold stone on her skin, piercing through the thin dresses he always made her wear. It didn’t bother her anymore; she’d learned to savor the slightly warmer temperature of her Master as she leaned against his leg, offering her ears to his hand.

“Good pup,” he mumbled, scratching the back of her head softly. She heard him sigh before he quietly spoke again. “... You’re always very good, aren’t you?”

Risking an answer, she nodded slowly. “Always, Master. For you.”

The chuckle in response had humor in it, but… somehow, he seemed tired. He was very tired. “More like for your life, isn’t it?” he laughed as he took another drink from his bottle. He scowled, though she heard it more than saw it. “If it were up to you, you wouldn’t be here. You’d be far, far away from this place… anybody would.”

A whine escaped her involuntarily, and she curled up by her Master’s leg. Was he suspicious of her? Did he think she was going to run away? She was sifting through her mind, trying to think of what she had done that made him think she would betray him-

“Shhhh.” Her eyes shut as he began to pet her ears, gently as he could. “It’s not you. You’re not doing anything wrong, Pup.”

Toni began to open her mouth to ask another question, but she decided against it. Closing her lips, she pressed into her Master, nudging her head into his hand. Master was sad; Master needed comfort. She was his soft little Puppy, she could offer comfort. 

They sat like that for a while, her Master taking a drink every few minutes. Before the sun began to rise, he suddenly spoke again. 

“It’s my birthday, Puppy,” he said quietly, his hand lying still on her head.

Her eyes widened, and she began to turn, lift herself, try and tell him ‘Happy Birthday, Master’- but he put his finger over her mouth. He shook his head, silently shushing her until she settled, placing her chin onto his lap.

“... How many people do you think care it’s my birthday, Pup?” he asked lazily. “My troops? My right men? My pets?”

Toni furrowed her eyebrows as she thought. “The… The troops would like to celebrate, Master,” she offered. “They always do.”

“Ah.” He patted his knee, leaning away from her to point with the bottle, near empty. “That’s the thing, with them. They always want to celebrate, always want to party…” Growling, he shook his head. “They wouldn’t care that it’s my birthday, or anyone else’s. They’d just drink and scream to their heart’s content. They never want a reason why. Just an excuse.”

Toni frowned. “Your right-hand men would want you to be healthy, Master,” she pointed out. “Another birthday is another year survived. Another year strong.”

Her Master laughed out loud at that, patting her head and scratching behind her ear. “You’re so cute, Puppy,” he chuckled. “You’re so naive, thinking that even a single one of them doesn’t want me dead. 

“And what about the pets, eh?” he asked, looking back down at her. “What reason would they have to care?”

She couldn’t help but shrink down, using her hands on his knee to hide her face. Her ears flattened against her head, and her tail curled around her knees.

“... That’s what I thought,” he said, shaking his head and going for the bottle once more. She was smelling it on his breath, now, every time he spoke. It was a big bottle - it wasn’t as if it would affect him in the morning, vampire that he was. She was still worried about him, though. 

“... I… I-I care, Master,” she said quietly, peeking up at him over her fingers. “I-I care.”

It hurt when he rolled his eyes, putting the bottle on the table and grabbing her by the chin. “And why do you care, hm?” he asked, leaning forward. As she leaned precariously back, he pressed their foreheads together, staring into her eyes as he held her up by her face. “Why would you care any bit about the man who’s keeping you hostage?”

Her legs trembled, and not just from strain. She put an arm behind her to steady herself, trying to keep from whimpering into her Master’s face. “Be… Because I need you, Master,” she mumbled, looking sadly up at him. “Y-You rescued me. You saved me.”

 He huffed a laugh through his nose, his eyes glancing down to her lips as he tilted his head. “And I abuse you only a little less than the other pets,” he said, mockery in his tone. “What say you to that?”

She didn’t understand why he was being mean, why he suddenly spoke the truth. He wasn’t speaking his usual, sweetly honeyed words meant to make her feel adored and cherished. Something - maybe the alcohol, maybe the situation - something made him treat her as she was. 

She was his slave. A cherished slave, but a slave nonetheless.

But…

She melted in his hand, staring pitifully up at him. “W-Without you…” She gulped as she shifted, trying to stay sitting up for her Master. “Without you, I would be nothing, Master. My pack cast me out, and- and you treat me kindly, even though I’m a white wolf- and you’re nice to me and don’t hurt me even though- and- and-”

His lips were on hers in that instant, and she gasped in a breath she knew she’d need. His hand on her chin moved, cradling the back of her head as he smashed his lips into hers. The taste of blood and wickedly strong spirits danced between their lips as he stopped holding himself back. By the time he pulled back, the corners of her lips were smeared with red, and she panted to recover the entire breath he’d just stolen from her.

Just as breathless, his red eyes glowed as they bored into hers, holding her steady. He did this often, this intense stare, but she never felt that strange, dark pull. He never used his influence on her - not once.

He exhaled over her lips as he stroked her cheek with his thumb, searching her eyes. “... You really believe that, don’t you?” he whispered.

She found herself nodding, clutching onto his hand with her own and leaning into it. She had to show her devotion. She had to show how grateful she was.

The glow softened, and he took her lips in his again. This kiss was soft, gentle. He pulled back quickly. “Thank you, Puppy,” he said as he leaned back. “That’s all I needed. Come- bedtime.”

The sun was beginning to filter through the window as she crawled into bed with him, snuggling up to his side as he pulled the blanket over them. He never bothered changing - just removed his shirt, so he could feel her skin against his as they laid together. 

As she began to drift off, she suddenly gasped, looking up at him. He looked back with a raised eyebrow, one arm behind his head. “Something the matter, Pup?” he asked.

Her nose twitched as she sank down, her lips brushing his chest as she curled up to his body. “H… H-Happy Birthday, M-Master?” she said, whispering what she had tried to say before he silenced her. Surely now was the time - if it wasn’t-

A grin graced her Master’s face, and he brought his free hand to her hair. “Thank you, Puppy,” he muttered back, petting her with long strokes through her hair. It was the way she liked most. “You’re my absolute favorite, you know that? You’re my favorite.”

He kissed the top of her head, and she smiled back at him, laying her head to his chest. “Rest now, Puppy,” he muttered, leaning back into the pillow and adjusting his body to get more comfortable. “We’ll sleep in today.”

Toni’s eyelids fluttered closed as she relaxed into him, sighing. “Yes, Master…”

#whump #pet whump #lady whump #whump drabble #whump scenario #whumpee #whumper #vampire and werwolf #vampire whumper #werewolf whumpee #tw:dubcon #I feel like I will regret this but at the same time I feel freed posting this #It's just a real fluffy scene #like hostage fluffy but like it's real fluffy #Jaren’s Puppy

[jettingtothemoon]

Save You; chapter 1

➳ pairing: hector x witch|reader ➳ genre: fantasy, angst, fluff ➳ warnings: violence, swearing, smut, mentions of rape, past slavery, spoilers for seasons 1 thorough 3. ➳ word count: 2375 ➳ rating: 18+ ➳ summary: In which y/n and Hector continue to flee from the council of sisters, finding refuge among an unlikely acquaintance with fresh scars and a cold personality. ➳ Part two of, 'Rescue You'.

Chapters: 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09,

Seeking Refuge

Ever since fleeing the castle, Hector had been different. It wasn't necessarily a bad different but different nonetheless. He just wasn't quite the same man he was before. He had made it his responsibility to keep you and the boy safe, he had also excelled in his magic training along the way. That was the thing with Hector now, he was always keeping himself busy.

When you weren't travelling, he was either training his magic or practising with his hammer. If he wasn't doing that, he was playing with Cesar, collecting firewood or hunting for dinner. 

You had barely seen him rest at all since leaving the castle and you knew he wasn't sleeping much. He was trying to be strong, trying to avoid the hurt he was still feeling, but you knew he was still having nightmares.

He'd say her name in his sleep, pleading with her to spare him for the night. You would gently shake him awake, wiping his tears as he came to, but then he would get up and tell you he was going for a walk. He wasn't talking to you, he wasn't confiding in you and it hurt. It hurt seeing him in pain, suffering alone.

You had tried to get him to open up but he shut you down every time. He was still ashamed, still thinking that if he broke down in front of you again you would think less of him. Even when you had told him time and time again that you will always love him no matter what. Nothing that had happened to him made him any less of a man and he knew that. He just didn't believe it.

He was coping and you only hoped that in time he would learn to talk about what happened back at the castle in those days during which you were apart. Whatever Lenore asked of him was too much and it did something to him, it dragged him back down into the darkness again but still, he fought to get away from them, from her. You admired him for that.

As for you, thankfully your wounds were not too bad and mostly only left behind some nasty bruises which were now all but healed. It was surprising that you hadn't broken a bone or at least cracked a rib given how hard Lenore had kicked you and thrown you around but you were used to the cruelty of the world, something Hector had only just truly learned of himself.

You were getting by, just about. 

The boy was still silent, not once uttering a word. Instead, he spoke through gestures. A small nod of his head, a smile, a frown, that was how he communicated. He seemed to feel somewhat comfortable with you and Hector, whom he had warmed up to pretty quickly. Although Hector was dealing with his own issues, he always made sure that the boy was okay. 

The only real issues you faced were the vampires that were surely tracking you each and every day along with the lack of food to share between the three of you, Cezar, and the horses.

It had been far too long since any of you had seen civilisation. You dared not pass through any towns since you knew that people would talk. If you wanted to get away, to truly get away, you needed to cover your tracks and to do that you needed to limit your contact with other people.

"This is where you had in mind?" Hector questioned, furrowing his brows at the castle before him.

"I said you wouldn't like it."

After far too long in the wilderness, you had finally arrived at your destination, Dracula's castle. A part of you had hoped it was unoccupied but the two rotting,  impaled bodies decorating the outside told you otherwise. Nonetheless, you jumped down from your horse and signalled for Hector to remain a few paces behind with the boy.

Before you could even reach the bodies, a sword was up against your neck but funnily enough, this sword seemingly had no owner as no arm held it up.

"What are you doing here?"

There he was, the man whom you knew this sword belonged to. It had been so long since you last saw him, the last time was before his mother died. He was different now, cold even.

"Alucard. We-"

"Why is he here?" Alucard scowled at Hector, seemingly recognising him as one of his father's generals.

You sighed and briefly glanced down at the sword that was still threatening to take your life. "We had nowhere else to go. Please, I'll explain everything. We really mean no harm."

"Neither did they," the half-vampire sighed but lowered his sword nonetheless.

"Thank-"

"If you try anything I won't hesitate to kill you all, even that little puppy, understood?" he cut you off, seemingly directing his words more towards Hector over you.

"Understood," you confirmed before following the man inside.

The boy was afraid, that was clear. He had seen little magic in his life and what of it he had seen was never anything good. First, your magic when you helped the mercenaries attack his home. Now, a magical sword that didn't need to be held in order to kill. He was afraid, but you and Hector knew of the half-vampire and you knew he wasn't a bad person. Something had happened to him, something that forced him to pull his walls up. 

From when you knew him, not that you ever truly knew him all that well, he always seemed closeted but he was never this hostile before. Maybe it was his father, maybe it was those two bodies outside.

Alucard led you through to the kitchen, not once uttering a word as you followed him down the halls.

"Here," Alucard approached the boy with an indifferent expression, holding out a fresh apple for him, "You look hungry."

The boy clung to Hector's arm, cautiously scanning his eyes over the hand that was extended towards him before making brief eye-contact with the half-vampire. Hector glanced down with softened eyes and nodded his head slightly, reassuring the boy that it was okay, and so, he slowly reached out and took the apple.

"Thank you," you spoke for the boy, knowing that he wouldn't do so himself.

Alucard, however, simply grunted and took a seat at the table. "So, I believe you were going to explain everything?"

"We were prisoners at Carmilla's castle. We managed to escape thanks to Hector's night creatures but we have no home, nowhere to go. We thought the castle might be empty after, well, you know. We didn't know you would be here and I don't want to ask anything of you but please let us stay for a while," you pleaded, bowing your head to show your sincerity.

"Do you want to know what happened to the last people I allowed to stay here? All that is left of them are those bodies outside. Are you sure you still want to stay?"

Hector stepped forward. "We have nowhere else to go, Carmilla will find us. At least- At least let them stay. I understand that you may not be comfortable with me because I aided your father but I now know that was a mistake. I regret helping him. I know it is no excuse, but he lied to me so please, at least let them stay. Keep them safe and I'll move on, you never need to see me ever again."

Alucard took a bite out of his own apple, seemingly pondering what to do.

"Hector, you can't do that. I go where you go, I'm not letting you go without me," you argued, but it was clear Hector had already made up his mind.

He wanted to keep you safe. That was how he found the strength to pull the slave ring from his finger back at the castle. Keeping you safe was all he wished for now and if he had to leave you to keep you safe, then so be it.

"Very well," Alucard interrupted you with his decision but Hector simply smiled.

"Thank you. Please, keep them safe."

Hector gave you one last saddened smile and turned to leave.

He was soon stopped in his tracks, however, when Alucard spoke again, reinforcing his point that you shouldn't try to cross him, "You can all stay, but if you step even an inch out of line I will kill you."

"We won't cause any trouble, you have my word," you were still unsure as to why he was actually allowing you to stay but you were grateful nonetheless.

Not long after that, Alucard offered the three of you a meal. He even had some food for the horses and Cezar. Despite living all on his own here, it seemed as though he was doing quite well for himself but you suspected that was only what you saw on the outside. 

Back when you were younger, before his mother died, Alucard was different from how he was now. Even though the two of you were never much more than acquaintances, you knew that he must have undergone something terrible to be so hostile towards all of you, even if Hector was once one of his father's generals.

A small part of you wanted to know what had happened to him but you knew better than to ask. You didn't know him and he didn't know you, not anymore. Neither of you were the same people you were all those years ago and what little you did know about each other had changed over the years.

"The two of you can have this room. The boy can have my old room. The dog can go with him, I have a feeling he would be uncomfortable on his own."

Although the tone in his voice was somewhat lacking in any emotion, you could tell that Alucard at least held some concern for the young boy who travelled with you. You could only hope that should any of you step out of line, as he had said, that he would at least spare the child. That was something you could live with. As long as the boy survived and would be safe here, that was all that mattered beyond the safety of you and Hector. You were the reason the child had nowhere else to go after all. It was your fault that he was in this situation so you needed to protect him.

"Thank you. For everything."

The half-vampire hummed and turned to take the boy with him, but the child only clung to Hector's hand. Alucard sighed but his eyes softened and he knelt down in front of the silent boy.

"I won't let any harm come to you while you are under my roof, okay? Come on, I don't bite."

Alucard spoke with a gentleness and yet, the boy still held tightly onto Hector's hand, worriedly looking up at him for some kind of indication that it would be alright for him to go with the other man.

"Go on, remember the way back to this room. If you need us we're right here, okay?" Hector smiled and stroked the back of the child's hand with his thumb to reassure him.

The boy only nodded slightly and slowly slid his hand from its place within Hector's. Then, he did something unexpected and reached out to take Alucard's hand. The half-vampire looked taken aback for a moment but, somewhat reluctantly, took the boy's hand nonetheless.

They soon disappeared down the hall, leaving you and Hector alone for the first time in a while. Actually, it was the first time you had been alone together since Lenore interrupted you the night you fled Carmilla's castle. There was nothing but the flicker of the candlelight in the still room as the two of you silently sat either side of the bed and began removing your shoes.

It was quiet still as you pulled the covers over your bodies, blowing out the candle before you rested your head on the fluffy pillow. You lied on your back and, for a moment, Hector did too, but he soon turned over onto his side and away from you. You frowned slightly and turned over, wrapping your arm around his shoulder as you pulled yourself closer to him.

"Talk to me."

"I- I just want to sleep tonight," he mumbled his words but didn't push you away from him as you had expected.

You reached up and began to slowly run your fingers through his hair, your fingertips ghosting over the skin of his face as you twirled the silver strands around and combed them out of his eyes.

"Please Hector. I can't help if you don't talk to me."

He was quiet for a moment and when he spoke again, his voice had become shaky, "I don't think I know how."

"You don't have to now. Not if you don't want to. I can wait until you're ready, until you know what you want to say. I'm always here to listen, Hector. Always."

The room went quiet after that for the conversation was over. Hector wasn't ready to talk about it and you respected that. You only hoped that when he was ready, he would confide in you once again.

He didn't turn back over to face you but it was clear he still wanted you by his side and so, by his side you remained. All night long you held him tight in your arms, even going as far as tangling your legs with his. It was warm, peaceful even. 

There was so much uncertainty ahead of you. Would staying here with Alucard really be okay? Would the council of sisters find you anyway? There were so many questions but right now none of them mattered. What mattered right now was Hector because he was still in pain, still broken, despite everything he had accomplished and, in some way, it was your fault.

One thing you had noticed, however, was that Hector wasn't the only broken man under this roof.

Chapters: 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09,

#Castlevania #netflix castlevania #Hector #hector x reader #alucard

[sapientiaethumanitas]

Huge Character Change for Larthia! 

Thanks to me being alone with my mind these last months, I decided to give a huge character change for my beloved Larthia. This was her character before. 

She gave me (and Ezekiel) a lot of love during these times and I thought it would be time to update her character officially. I dare speak out a little warning though, because she changed from being a sister to be the love of his life. This might be a trigger for some of you, so just you know. I will put everything under a cut.

I might also make a NPC page for the blog, because also Qwamahr and Naya went under construction.

☾ Larthia and Khagmar grew up together in their homeworld. Her farther fought in a battle, got kidnapped and killed and her mother Nesthiva decided from that on to adopt vampire orphans. Khagmar never knew his parents and was raised by lesser vampires. While hunting, Nesthiva found little Khagmar in the woods and took him to her camp, regarding him as her son from then on. Larthia was the only one from the pack who cared for Khagmar and they had a strong bond till the conjunction happened. She landed in Zerrikania, while Khagmar landed in Toussaint.

☾ Larthia always had a heart for animals, plants and the suppressed. Vampires are usually not known to be altruistic. They do have a strong pack instinct, but if one “family member” is weaker than the others, they will leave this one behind. Larthia always cared for the weakest creatures, helped animals and had a huge wisdom about medicine and plants back in their homeworld. In the human world then, she cared for the humans, while her berethen rather cared for their blood.

☾ Khagmar took Ezekiel to Zerrikania, after they arrived in the human world. His strong bond with Larthia made it possible for him to find her location after the conjunction. After Ezekiel became Khagmar’s blood brother, they both traveled through the human world by foot (because Ezekiel’s chains wouldn’t let him turn into fog). During that time Larthia properly settled down in Zerrikania, with a little hut and a chicken, she called tusna (this is actually the etruscan word for swan, but there were no chickens in the vampiric homeworld...) 

☾ Larthia taught Ezekiel how to speak the common human tongue and what humans are. Before the conjunction Ezekiel was never been allowed to speak, this is why his vocal chords were underdeveloped. Larthia put huge effort in teaching him how to speak and understand the human tongue. She also taught him normal daily actions like eating, sleeping, shaving,cooking and trading. Khagmar meanwhile went to Mahakam to find a special gnome smith. Only he was able to free Ezekiel from the chains he was wearing for thousands of years. 

☾ Larthia figured out, that Naya had betrayed Ezekiel all the years he was his slave. One evening Larthia had an argument with a trader at the market and decided to have some wine. Ezekiel barely even had water in his life and was even more confused to drink wine, which made him tipsy and talk-active. Larthia had a small boundary of shame anyway and asked Ezekiel, if he ever had a woman. He told her about Naya and she didn’t like what she heard. Ezekiel always believed that Naya had loved him, when she only used him to get pregnant. Larthia tried to explain that to Ezekiel, but he wasn’t able to understand at first. Only after Larthia showed him what tenderness, affection and love actually mean, he understood that Naya had used him. 

☾ Larthia was the first one to kiss Ezekiel. This was also a sign of Naya treating him wrong, because she never kissed him before. One night when Ezekiel was telling Larthia how thankful he is for her help, she just leaned over and kissed him. In the following weeks after the kiss they often share tender moments and Larthia also explains Ezekiel how people actually make love. She then promises to express her feelings towards him, once he is freed of his shakles.

☾ Larthia paid for Ezekiel’s freedom. Her mother gifted her a necklace back in their homeland. A stone, green like a huge emerald, but not do describe in human terms. Since then there had not been a day, where Larthia would have taken the necklace off - it was the only thing that reminded her of her mother. As Khagmar comes back from Mahakam with the gnome, who is not interested in being paid in coins for his work. Instead of money, he wanted gem stones. As he sees the huge emerald around Larthia’s neck, he demands it in charge for freeing Ezekiel from his shackles. Once the work was done, Larthia took her necklace off and gave it to the gnome, who then immediately disappears. 

☾ Larthia was the one who taught Ezekiel about alchemy and medicine. Like Ezekiel taught Emiel everything about being a doctor, Larthia taught him. From herbs, to medicine, salves, treating wounds, surgery, helping with births, the differences between human and vampiric nature. And he listend and learned.

☾ Larthia fell in love with Ezekiel on first sign. The first time Khagmar walked with Ezekiel in her hut, she immediately fell for the poor creature he once was. And it was true love, the pure kind. She didn’t want to be the hero that saved him from slavery, but rather show him how much beauty and tenderness there can be in the world. 

☾ Larthia fought many battles next to Khagmar. It has always been good for her to be half Tdet and half Ammurun, because not only was Larthia smart, but also a good warrior. During the civil war in Zerrikania, she led a pack of outlaw bruxae to go up against Qwamahr and his plan to subjugate all humans in his country. Together with Khagmar she had been successful, but a long scar from her temples to her cheeck marked her since then. Ezekiel did love her even more with her scar. 

☾ Larthia married Ezekiel shortly before they try to free Khagmar (Tesham Mutna) The both stayed in Zerrikania after the civil war, while Khagmar went back to Toussaint, where he got encaged for two centuries. Before they heard of his imprisonment, Larthia and Ezekiel married alone, only in presence of a priest. 

☾ The Battle of Tesham Mutna After hearing that Khagmar got imprisioned, Larthia and Ezekiel travel to Toussaint together with a pack of bruxae, that stayed faithful to her and Khagmar. The big battle of Tesham Mutna begins, where a lot of the bruxae die and Larthia loses track on Ezekiel, while he goes inside the prision to find his blood brother. Ezekiel has to kill the guards and later Khagmar, because he begs him to do so. Ezekiel had to escape as fast as he can and flees in the woods of Oxenfurt, where he gains immunity from his berethen. He doesn’t know where Larthia is, and that for over thousand years.

☾ Larthia comes back after Emiel leaves. There ahsn’t been a day since Larthia vanished, where Ezekiel didn’t think of her. Even in the times, where Emiel is with him, he cannot forget her. Emiel respects that, even though he knows that Ezekiel would never love him the way he loves her. Two hundred years after Emiel left Ezekiel, there is a strange phenomenon happening over Oxenfurt. Larthia was held a slave herself in the desert by Ofir after the battle of Tesham Mutna. She never gave up hope to be reunited with her husband and one day a mage entered the camp. The mage remembers Larthia from the civil war in Zerrikania, where she rescued the mage’s brother by risiking her own life. The mage grants her a wish. She immediately tells him to teleport her back to Ezekiel, which he does.

☾ The Happy End I tried to figure out a perfect end for Ezekiel’s story line and actually wanted to give him a sad, loney life. But my heart cannot take this and so I decided, that after the mage teleported Larthia to the surroundings of Oxenfurt, she finally gets back into his arms and learns that he now lives as a professor at the Academy. She gets to run a little herb shop on Oxenfurt square as time goes by and they both live the calm life they both deserve so much. And yes, there are also little vampires....

#☾ ━ ° Our Tribe is Our Family [VAMPIRE LORE] #☾ ━ ° You don’t ask Why about Love [LARTHIA] #☾ ━ ° His Brother/ His Blood [KHAGMAR] #character changes #I know it may be confusing with the brother sister thing #but larthia isn't even technically khagmar's real sister #they just grew up together #and ezekiel is only his blood brother not his real one #so khagmar regards them both like a brother and a sister #but this doesn't allow them to fall in love #this ain't GoT here #I bet noone will read this till the end #but it's more of a memory post for me

[myth01s]

Mercy || Self Para

TW: slavery implication, torture implication, blood, violence and gore.

There was a monotonous rhythm of chains rattling as he walked, the heavy metal scraping against his skin around his neck and his wrists and ankles. His cheeks sunken from malnourishment, looking like a walking rotten corpse than a living being. Well, as much of a living being an un-life could be. His eyes unfocused, merely following wherever he was led to by his Master’s carriage, dragging his feet with each step that he took. He would sometimes lose his balance and fall onto the muddy ground, letting himself be dragged alone before standing back on his feet. His hair unkept, bald patches here and there from where his Master had pulled his hair too hard, and some parts were cut haphazardly. He wasn’t given any clothes except for the clothe that covered his groin to humiliate him, exposing the mark under his right collarbone that he belonged to his Master, along with cicatrices from sunlight burnt and whips from his Master’s treatment, bites and claw marks and scars from fights he was involved in that didn’t quite heal.

He was now merely a shell of a man that he once was.

Days turned into months, then years turned to decades. Before he knew almost a century had passed. The heavy chains around him used to burden him greatly that he was unable to move a muscle became merely a nuisance now, and his Master had never bothered to remove them since he saw the strength that he had garnered. He was sure he saw the fear in his Master’s eyes once he learned of this, perhaps the reason for the scarce feeding over time. He relished on the idea as he clenched his hand into a fist, clinging foolishly onto hope despite the decades of abuse that there was still hope for him to escape before it faded into the back of his mind, becoming nothing more than a pipe dream.

There is no way to escape.

The realisation hit him hard, and he was once again reminded of the hopelessness that he felt, the ache in his chest that grew unbearable until he became numb with pain. What fuelled his retaliation against his Master’s abuse and the hope to escape this man-made Hell grew dimmer as the years stretched on, until he stopped hoping altogether and let the abuse continued, turning those hopes that he once had into something darker. That his Master’s abuse would be too much even for his body to bear, broken beyond repair that even his healing ability wasn’t able to fix.

His death would be welcomed then. But knowing his Master, it wouldn’t be as easy.

Sometimes his Master would praise him for his beautiful brown skin, his exotic feature that could never be found across the colonial country. His hands would reach out to him with open arms, a gentleness that belied his cruel intention. He would flinch whenever his Master tried to touch him, which soured his Master’s mood and resulted in his beating. He would be left in the small room for his body to heal what’s broken, lying on the cold hard ground without being able to move. He’d be fed with rotten corpses or dying werewolves or sickly bastards who dared to wrong his Master, and out of desperation and hunger he would feed upon them, only to be sick afterwards. He considered those to be the good days, since his Master remember to feed him.

His ears perked up at the hushed voices ahead. Two vampires. Guards. They were talking. Something about a mob in front of them, waiting. A group of hunters, larger than they had ever seen. Close to fifty. No. a hundred perhaps. Waiting deeper in the woods for them. An exaggeration. Perhaps, perhaps not. They couldn’t be sure until they investigate further.

Hunters. He’d encountered them before, when humans were brave enough to hunt down his Master. He would kill them in his Master’s stead, the promise of their blood to feed himself hung above his head than his own morale. He’d always leave one survivor, mortally wounded but not enough to end their lives. He told them, compelled them, to find him and his Master if they wanted revenge, risking his Master’s wrath just for that glimpse of hope that they would follow through. He wasn’t even sure that it worked, foolishly he had been hoping that it would. But after several more attempts and none of them had returned for him and his Master, he’d given up on the notion entirely.

The carriage stopped, and one of them tapped on the door, letting his Master know what awaited them. “My pet can handle them,” his Master’s voice rang through the night, and the guard looked at him, pity in his eyes, before looking back at the carriage. He tried to convince his Master that it was best for them to scout further ahead. “Are you underestimating me?” he felt shiver ran down his spine at the shout, panic rose inside his chest as he tried to make himself smaller, desperately hoping that he would survive this ordeal. It was funny to him, how his mind so often thought of death and dying, but when the situation presented itself, he became a coward and clinging uselessly onto hope.

“Fine,” he tuned back into the conversation, catching the last bits of what was being said. There was relief in the guard’s voice, looking back at him again before joining the other guard. Words were exchanged, and one of them slipped through the night to confirm their suspicion.

He tapped his thumb on his index finger to mark the seconds that passed, having something to focus on as he waited. He would need to kill again, from what he heard from his Master. That was fine. He was feeling hungry, anyway. He didn’t remember the last time he was fed. Was it few days ago, or was it last week? He couldn’t recall. It was leftover from his Master’s feeding, that he remembered. The corpse was fresh, and he lapped on the guzzling blood as much as he could. If he was careful, he could have his fill with these hunters, and it would last him for a few more days, perhaps.

Minutes passed, and there was still no sign od the guard returning. “What’s taking him so long?” His master grew restless, he could feel it in his skin and in the air, and he recoiled. It wouldn’t be long now.

There was a gunshot being fired, and shouts of several men. Had he been discovered?

His Master got out from the carriage, cursing loudly as another gunshot was heard, then another. The gunshots would not cease. Shadows moved between the woods, and it made him wonder how they hadn’t noticed them before. Then he realised that they had cover their scent with dirt and something else. Blood? Magic. Did they kill witches before they hunt the vampires?

The carriage wouldn’t protect his Master now, and he heard him cursed again. The chains that tied him to the carriage was released, but not those on him. “Kill them,” his master pulled the chains around his neck, his lips twisted into a smile. “They dare to challenge me. Come, I’ll let you feed on their corpses. Tonight, we’ll leave their corpses in our wake!”

He was then pushed aside, taking a step back as his Master challenged the shadows that lurked, their guns pointed at them. Didn’t they know guns were useless against them?

Another gunshot was fired, and his Master screamed in pain. He had never heard his Master screamed like this. he looked up, barely enough time to notice inside him as another gunshot was fired, saved only by his body moving instinctively. His mind grew blank as he moved through the woods, using his chains to wrap around one of the hunter’s neck and snapping it in half with ease. He crouched between the trees, watching as his Master moved erratically avoiding the bullets aimed at him. Bodies fell where his Master was. Blood gushing out and bathed his Master red as he fed.

But the healing was slow, and the bullets kept coming.

Gunshots were fired. The bullets made his Master screamed.

The bullets made his Master screamed.

They were prepared.

They could kill his Master and him.

His Master could be killed right here and now. This was his chance. His hope.

but he needed to be quick. The bullets would run out soon enough, and his Master would have time to recover. He needed strength and speed to match his Master and to avoid the hunters. But most of all, he needed to survive this. He wanted to survive this.

He desperately hoped to survive this.

He tore into the corpse, blood dripping from his chin as he gulped greedily. He felt his strength returning, but not enough. He needed more. So he grabbed the gun and fired at the next hunter, using it as a meat shield as he fired the next bullet at his Master. It missed, but it caught his Master’s attention. Confusion marred his face before shifting to rage, screaming his name as he charged forward.

And he was ready for him.

They fought while fending off the hoard of hunters. Guns fired and swords clashing at the speed human eyes couldn’t comprehend as they traded blow. It's a suicide mission, and he wasn't even sure if he would survive, but he didn't care. He wanted his Master dead. And he failed now, he wouldn’t get another chance. It was now or never.

One misstep was all he needed, and his Master faltered, not as battle worn as he was. He pushed the sword into his chest, pinning his master to the ground with his chains. “You bastard!” his Master spat, clawing at the heavy chains around his neck. “Release me! You dare defy me?! Release me!!” his Master landed a punch on his chest, his face, but he was relentless.

The hunters didn’t matter now. Their bullets would only hurt him, but it wouldn’t kill him. And they would run out of bullets soon, he was sure of it.

What matters now was his Master. Alexander.

His hatred boiled to the surface, and he was only seeing red. He wrapped the chains around his fist and slammed it against Alexander’s face, bashing his skull in. Blood splattered across his face. But he didn’t stop. He continued to land blow after blow until he was satisfied. Until Alexander was barely recognisable. Until his scream that echoed through the forest became a sob, a grunt, and then silence.

His body healed the wounds and still Tuah swung his fist until his own knuckle bruised and sore. He leaned back, watching as Alexander’s body tried to heal itself. He then grabbed the sword that he pinned Alexander with and pulled it across his chest, and Alexander’s scream renewed. He swung his fist once more, this time on Alexander’s chest where his heart would be, breaking the ribs that protected the precious organ. He squeezed the heart in his hand, his eyes locked onto Alexander’s as he screamed, before ripping it from Alexander’s chest.

“Hutang darah pasti dibayar dengan darah (blood must be paid with blood).” His voice sounded strange even to him, long had he spoke in his native tongue. He watched as light faded from Alexander’s eyes, but he could never be too sure. So he grabbed the sword and got up, the heart rolled from his hand and onto the ground with a squelch. Tuah grabbed hold of Alexander by the hair, the sword raised above him.

With a clean swipe, Alexander’s head was separated from his body.

Finally, he was free.

But his freedom felt hollow. There was no cheer or warmth that he came to expect from taking back what was his. He looked down at his chained wrists. Was he truly free?

He didn’t realise that the hunters had stopped their firing, waiting with bated breath as they witness to the vampire’s cruelty.

Tuah looked up, throwing Alexander’s head to the ground careless. He finally noticed that the night was starless, the eleventh month bringing biting cold that he wouldn’t have survived if he was still human. He felt a droplet on his face, then another, before November rain started to shower them. Fog started to cover the forest ground in no time.

He looked down at the headless body, taking both the sword in Alexander’s chest and in his hand and strolled towards the remaining hunters. "Are you going to stop me?" His question was met with a cock of a gun and a bullet flew pass him. He sighed, not wanting to shed anymore blood than he already had. He could’ve let them go, but he couldn’t risk of them chasing after him when he had only had his freedom.

When dawn came, when others were brave enough to venture into the woods, they would find bodies scattered across the floor, some mutilated beyond recognition, others were cleanly cut. There was one body that was badly burnt. And they would wonder what had happened the night before.

“May your God have mercy on you,” he told them, moving to pierce the sword onto their chest, watching the fear in their eyes faded as life slipped away. “Because I will not.”

This was the price of his freedom.

They never found the answer, as there was no witness to retell the story.

#slavery tw #slavery implication tw #torture implication tw #blood tw #violence tw #nudity mention tw #hc selfpara #2k self para wow #go me XD #also thanks hans zimmer I guess lol

[likeafadedtattoo]

Bless the Broken Road

Jesse felt a hand in the small of his back and resisted the urge to flatten his ears.  As Masters went, this guy wasn’t all that bad, but it was the situation that had the werewolf on edge.  He was being ‘gifted’ to some newcomer.  Well… not new, exactly.  The family was old.  VERY old.  Not surprising since they were a demonic bloodline.  But the Shimada Clan had recently changed hands (or so he’d gathered from overheard conversations and slave gossip) and his Master was offering him up as a ‘welcome’ gift.

On one hand, he didn’t like this one bit.  Not only would he have to earn a new Master’s trust… but the guy was a damn demon!  On the other hand. A new Master gave Jesse new opportunities.  After all, he wasn’t just some ordinary slave.  Not anymore.  He’d chosen to be here.  He was gathering intel.  This supernatural ring of elite Masters and their slaves was going down if it was the last thing he did.  And if he failed to please this new Master… that time might be coming quicker than planned.  His tail flicked unconsciously with agitation.

“Relax,” a voice whispered softly in one ear.  “You know I would never give you to just anyone.”

A statement which meant nothing to Jesse.  The demon’s prestige didn’t mean he’d be a good Master.  The werewolf was only being gifted because he was the best slave his current Master had.  To offer anything less would be an insult to the Shimadas.  He said nothing in reply… he wasn’t expected to.  Regardless of how much trust he’d earned with the man standing beside him, Jesse was still just a slave.  His opinion in all of this didn’t matter one bit.

If Reyes had any clue what was about to go down, the vampire would’ve been here extracting him in a heartbeat.  The entire organization had heard stories about the Shimadas and their ties to the slave trade.  When he first found out what was going down, Jesse was tempted to ask for an extraction then and there… but he realized that it could be an amazing opportunity.  Infiltrating the Shimadas?  How could he pass that up?  Jesse didn’t mind a little pain if it meant others might be saved from a life of slavery.  Hell, it wasn’t like he couldn’t handle it.  Being a werewolf made him resilient.  Jesse was sure he could handle whatever some demon wanted to throw at him.  Well… mostly sure, at any rate.

A small shiver ran through his body.  It wasn’t that cold in the room… but he wasn’t moving around… and he wasn’t wearing much.  His Master had chosen a theme he no doubt thought suited Jesse’s southern drawl.  The werewolf wore a fringed, dark red leather thong tooled with a western pattern, a red bandanna which hung loosely around his neck, and a 24 kt nipple ring crafted to look like a miniature revolver.  Beyond that, all he had to keep himself warm was his naturally furry self.  Even in his human form, Jesse tended to be on the hairy side.  Right now, he was somewhere in between wolf and man.  Another request by his Master - supposedly in order to heighten his appeal.  He wondered if the new Shimada demon had a thing for animal features.  A lot of people did, he’d learned over the years.  It was a mostly harmless and incredibly amusing fetish (at least to him.)  Lupine ears protruded from Jesse’s head and a bushy tail of deep ruddy brown swayed gently at his lower back.  All the rest of him was decidedly human.  Jesse had suggested claws and teeth, too, but had earned himself a glare.  No… it wouldn’t do to come off as threatening, would it?

The most frustrating thing about all of this (aside from the lack of clothes) was not being able to observe.  Slaves were always expected to look down.  It wasn’t just a deference thing, either.  It was meant to protect Masters from people like him.  After all, if a slave did manage to escape and make it to the authorities alive, it was much harder to identify a voice.  Sometimes Jesse would risk it.  But not here.  Not when his actions could put him and his current Master in a dangerous position.  So Jesse waited, eyes downcast, trying to take in everything he could about the proceedings.

And that was when he heard it.  A voice that seemed to thrum through him, reverberating in his very core.   Although he’d never felt the sensation before, instinct told him exactly what it was.  WHO it was.  His lifemate.  Jesse struggled not to tremble.  To force the instincts aside.  No!  It wasn’t possible!  He was misreading himself.  There was NO WAY his lifemate could be here!  In a room full of people Jesse would gladly give up his life to destroy.  Why would the Fates DO that to him?!  He wanted to look up, to catch sight of who the voice belonged to… but it didn’t take long to figure it out.  The Shimada demon - his new Master.  Jesse’s heart plummeted.  There was no helping it.  He HAD to ask for an extraction now - had to distance himself as quickly as possible.  This mission was beyond compromised… and the longer he stayed here, the harder it would be to walk away.  And he would have to walk away at some point.  Jesse couldn’t be a party to slavery… not even for the sake of his lifemate.  Even now, the thought of leaving tore at him… and for the first time in his life, Jesse McCree hated being a werewolf.

@piercedflora

#piercedflora #Bless the Broken Road #SteamFantasy!AU #// Posted a little earlier than planned. ^_^ #I'll get to the other replies I owe you sometime very soon.

[feuilly-cakes]

Night World by L.J.Smith - Review/Overview

So 2 weeks ago I began a journey to reread one of my most favourite series that I hadn’t read for upwards of 8 years. It was an emotional rollercoaster, between some truly emotional moments and WTF moments, huge plot twists and excited memories. I enjoyed the experience, but let me tell you my reading preferences have changed hugely since I was a preteen and I can no longer call it a favourite, because the entire series is based on insta-love and is written just like you would expect a teen vampire romance written in the 90s. Before scaring you off, let me tell you what it’s about. Every story is about unlikely soulmates, usually between a human and a Night World citizen. The Night World contains vampires, witches, werewolves, and shapeshifters, and it’s forbidden that humans know about it, and it’s forbidden that a Night World citizen falls in love with a human. Although set in the same world and characters appearing multiple times throughout, each book is a standalone and simply follows a formula. If you loved the vampire books of the past couple decades and also insta-love and soulmates, then please check out the series. I have an overview/review of each below.

We begin with SECRET VAMPIRE. Poppy has been diagnosed with cancer and is given only months to live. Her best friend, the mysterious James, says that he can save her, but at what cost? This is a particularly brutal start to a series, dealing with death and grief and huge life changing decisions, but it really serves to drag you into the story and make you care about the characters from the start. It’s very much written as a teen vampire romance though, with the convenient plot happenings and unnecessary drama. It sets the tone for the rest of the series so if you enjoy this you’ll probably love all the books.

Next is DAUGHTERS OF DARKNESS, which follows Mary-Lynnette as she falls headfirst into a mystery of Night World Proportions. Just what were the new girls in town burying in their aunt’s garden? And where has the old woman gone? If you liked Ash in the first book, you’ll be happy to see him again here, this time intent on dragging his sisters back to the enclave from which they escaped. This one used to be my favourite, for the soulmate aspect and the big reveal (not as big or intense to 21 y/o me as 12 y/o me I must say) but somehow not the murder mystery plot, which I remembered nothing about and so was completely immersed in. I also realised around this point that insta-love doesn’t do it for me anymore, and I would have rathered it be a 400 page slow burn than a 200 page insta-love rushed kinda deal. The ending was very sweet so I forgave it for the time period it was written in.

Third in the series was ENCHANTRESS, a story about witchcraft and fighting over a boy. Thea has found her soulmate in a human, but her cousin Blaise has set her sights on him too. Thea must compete with Blaise to save her soulmate, because not only does Blaise play with boys until they break, but love between a human and a Night World citizen is punishable by death. I’m personally not a fan of these sorts of stories, but the sisterly bond between Thea and Blaise as well as the introduction of the witches was interesting enough to tide me through, and I was rewarded with a nice ending.

Volume 2 begins with DARK ANGEL. After Gillian drowns in the dead of winter, she is brought back by Angel, who promises to make her popular and help her get the guy. But who is Angel really, and what does he want from Gillian? As someone who adores flawed protagonists, the selfish, shallow, and hopelessly naive Gillian was a great one. She makes terrible decisions and ignores all the red flags that we as readers can see easily, which is frustrating and great to read about. I loved this witchy story far more than the last, and I really wanted more like it, with lost witches and how they find their way back.

THE CHOSEN is about vampire slave trafficking, so your mileage may vary. Rashel is a bitter and vengeful vampire hunter, sworn to kill them all after witnessing the deaths of her mother and best friend at just 5 years old. When girls start to go missing, Rachel must investigate and stop whoever is taking them, even if it means going up against the fearsome vampire Quinn. This book opens up with the double murder, and then Rachel being targeted for another, which definitely leaves her traumatised. That being said, she is 17 when the main story happens, and has some cringe moments (such as “this kitten has claws” which had me physically put the book down to cringe over it.) The insta love was getting tedious at this point (seriously they meet like 3 times and most of that is spent with her trying to kill him) so when the dramatic plot twist happened I was relieved for some real drama, and drama it was let me tell you. I once again had to put the book down and just gape in shock, for I had remembered none of it. A good read.

SOULMATE, meanwhile, had me in great emotional pain. We follow Hannah, who has been finding notes in her own handwriting telling her she will be dead before she is 17, that she must remembered something important, and that He is coming. Using hypnotherapy, she begins to unravel her past lives and the mystery that runs through all of them regarding her soulmate Thierry, a Lord of the Night World, who she is inexplicably afraid of in her memories. All I can comment here is the reincarnation, star crossed lovers, and soulmates, all mixed into one big story nearly did me in. Also, the characters from the previous books make an appearance, which is always exciting.

This is where we get an overarching plot that never got completed. All you need to know is that there’s a prophesy predicting the apocalypse and there are 4 Wild Powers who are fated to stop it but only if all 4 are together.

HUNTRESS kicks off with Jez Redfern discovering she is a vampire/human hybrid and leaving her vampire gang to go live with her human family. She joins Circle Daybreak and becomes a vampire hunter, but is called back into the Night World when her old second in command, Morgead, demands a position on the Council in exchange for the first Wild Power. She is tasked with uncovering the identity of the person before the Night World Council does, and bringing them into Circle Daybreak alive. The characters in this one aren’t very interesting, but it’s not a problem because the plot goes by super quickly and the mystery keeps the story afloat. If you love a big reveal then this is a good book for it.

BLACK DAWN is about slavery and socks. When Sylvia turns up in the dead of night with news that her boyfriend, Maggie’s brother, has gone missing in a climbing accident and is presumed dead, Maggie feels something isn’t quite right with the story, and in the process of trying to find out the truth she is taken by slavers. She must now survive the journey into the dark kingdom hidden in the mountains, and find the way out, told to her in a strange dream... I found the plot a bit convenient and a bit cliche at times, which is only to be expected from this series at this point. The only thing that truly surprised me was the “The Deliverer!” scene, which you will know immediately when you come to it. Genuinely I couldn’t quite grasp what was happening and so I had no reaction to it but looking back that was bizarre and made zero sense in the context of the book, which until that point was a survival story. An odd one, but not bad until that point.

The final book, but not the end of the story, is WITCHLIGHT. Keller is a shapeshifter tasked with protecting an unknowing Wild Power, delivering her to her bonding ceremony to the prince of shapeshifters, and therefore ensuring a treaty between the witches and the shapeshifters in the coming war. The catch is that the prince is Keller’s soulmate and Iliana, the Wild Power, refuses to accept that she is magical. This was a weird one for a different reason and that reason has scales. Keller seemed annoying at first and so did Iliana, but that was quickly overtaken by the DRAGON?! plotline. My notes on this were very sweary and confused. I liked the history lesson we get on the history of shapeshifters - it seems to be a parallel to colonialism and slavery, and the guilt we feel knowing our ancestors did that to people. On a less serious note, for someone so sharp and strategic, Keller sure is dumb when it comes to her feelings. She’s part of Circle Daybreak and yet doesn’t recognise the soulmate bond when it comes to her and I was frustrated. The fallout of her realising the truth was painful and real, very lovely but in a sad way. The showdown was super exciting and the ending I loved. There was a lot of character development too.

I highly recommend checking this series out. It’s not expensive to buy and is a fun and easy read.

#lj smith #books #book review #night world #vampires #books and literature #book recommendations

[electronicdelusionstarlight]

New game, list all the dragonborn OCs/players you remember making:

Lets see how many dovahkiins I did I remember:

1) Very first Dragonborn, vanilla skyrim, was a Argonian called Stalk-In-Shadows (Technically, Shadow Stalker, then I mentally retconned the name to a lore friendly one), stealth archer with some early destruction and restoration spells, wanted to be just a mage at first then passed half my gameplsy crouching with a bow, self fulfilling prophecy if you will, with medium illusion and high conjuration magic. He ended up marrying Ysolda and was a generic edgy bitch, jack of all trades at times, one of the only two dragonborns who ever managed to kill Alduin. Main companions were Sven (Dead), Lydia (Left in house with Wife), Serana (Last One).

2) First Modded Dragonborn and second overall dragonborn was Ascarioth Hlaalu I think (or a name similar to that), Male Dunmer, this time managed to stay a mage also thanks to the spell mods. Only other Dragonborn who ever managed to kill Alduin, also married Ysolda, companions Inigo Sophia and Recorder at the same time.

3) The most long running Dragonborn I had with sex mods on was a Imperial Woman, Mia Sl*tbl**d (In Italian, dragonborns are named Sangue di Drago (Blood of the Dragon), and 1* years old me wanted to be edgy and topical and make a pun on it, even if in english)). Fucked half of Skyrim and was in a open romantic relationship with fellow sex positive woman Haelga from Riften. Didn't have a class given the... nature of her gameplay.

1-3) Months later got all 3 dragonborns the same backstory, three outcasts from Bravil, who met at a young age, and later become friends and then a love triangle and then a throuple. They decide to try their luck in Skyrim together, but during the Imperial Ambush 2 of them die. This splinters reality in 3 timelines where either of them survived and Akatosh turned them into a Dragonborn.

1B) Stalk-In-Shadow first tries to fulfill both his friends dreams of entering the college, drown his sorrows and survivor's guilt with that, his aptitude in magic is quite low tho so they give up midway and join the Dark Brotherhood after Sanguine's drunken blender. Adopts the Whiterun and Whindhelm orphans, kills the emperor and ulfric.

2B) Ascarioth drowns his sorrows in work. Is a Daedric Researcher, joins the college as a stepping stone for that, becomes a Vampire Lord to ensue eternal life, all to get closer to the mysteries of creation. Kills Ulfric, Miraak, Harkon, Ancano.

3B) Mia, who wanted to enter the college to research sex magic, just tries to drown her sorrows in hot bodies, doesn't finish any quest, just here to fuck. Does turn the peace council at high hortghar into a orgy tho, a real unifier that one. Doesn't kill ulfric but she does peg him.

At the end of their story each would die in certain circumstances and go to Sovngarde, where the timelines are reconnected and they find each others again as Dragonborns.

Both Ysoldas (Ascarioth's and Stalk's wives) are also there, so now it's a quintouple, if you will.

4) A Breton Shield-Mage, name forgotten, on his 50s. First Savior of the Forgotten City among my Dragonborns, Peryte Champion, Kills Ulfric, finds MARPHIN but doesn't fix him, First SSE Dragonborn, almost kills Alduin but is killed by his Draugr army before Sovngarde due to the Warzone Mod. No relation to the previous 3 Dragonborns. Killed Ulfric.

5) Several Iterations of the same, not Ascarioth Dunmer Dragonborn, male or female, mostly characterized by the Imperious Mod having them hear the whisper of their ancestors and go insane, trying to fulfill their wishes by killing people and shit. Never accomplished much, one of them even gets killed by Ulfric at Helgen when she finds him with Ralof during the Extended Intro Scene and her ancestors scream at her to kill him, another dies while trying to make camp in the cold wilderness. Most of them fix Marphin and save the forgotten city.

6AB) Vigilant of Stendarr, Imperial Man and then Breton Woman, each start as one with LAL, get a vigilant as a follower with AFT and leave the Halls to fix Dawnstar daedric problems.

A) Breton Woman learns that the ways of the vigilants are flawed after meeting and befriending Erandur, convinction empowered by the destruction of the hall and after she meets Serana, becoming more accepting if still weary of daedric folks. Kills Harkon and Ulfric. Fixes Marphin, saves firgotten city, Dies in slavery during the AHO mod, regretting her decision to trust that orc Triminac Follower she met at Dawnstar.

B) Imperial Man gets tempted by Vaermina with power and kills Erandur. Becomes Arthas, blood templar out in search for power to dominate his foes, kill daedras with daedras, gain their artifacts, fall of grace storyline culminating with him sacrificing the vigilant follower from the start to Boethia, tricking her into coming with him. Kills Miraak, Harkon and Ulfric, becomes a Werewolf, only companion among my dragonborns as to date. Dies during sex before he can become Harbringer for poisoning his husband Farkas with the ebony mail by mistake ("The Mail stays ON during sex") and triggering his transformation while he was getting dicked down.

7) Khajiit Dragonborn, sex mods on, escapes the LAL Dungeons by himself, befriends Inigo, world crashes the second he sees his blue dick after discovering wearing cloaks and tail armor at the same time turns khajiit naked. World is restored but different, saves Susanna from the butcher before he can kill her, butchering him right in front of Ulfric before telling him he's next, starts a open relationship with Susanna, attempts to seduce Janessa and even unlocks her tragic lesbian backstory, becomes Ysolda's Drug Mule and Boytoy, but then gets killed by my sudden desire to add maids to the game and the fact Mjoll's amorous mission didn't start, so I like to think he was Killed by Crime Lord, NTR Villain and Sex Criminal Aerin for snooping around Mjoll (trying to trigger her mission), who is a actual thing in amorous adventures I discovered later which is BAD like SO SO BAD.

8) Argonian Man. Tries to start the Maids storyline. Discovers is 10 times more heavy Gigabyte wise than vanilla skyrim + core set of mods, attempts to do so anyway, dies as the world burns and reality shatters in a orgy in Riften's market square, right at the start of his journey. Last Dragonborn in years, now to be suceeded by a new one.

#skyrim #dragonborn

[kimjongdaely]

My Pet Human [Chapter 6]

Vampire!AU

Pairing: Chen x Reader

Warnings: mention of blood, violence, slavery and sexual situations.

Summary: Every wrong step, every wrong turn led you to this moment. This moment where you would belong completely, utterly to the vampire Kim Jongdae, who never even wanted you in the first place.

Prologue│Chapter 1│Chapter 2│Chapter 3│Chapter 4│Chapter 5│ Chapter 6│Chapter 7│Chapter 8│Chapter 9│Chapter 10│Chapter 11│ Chapter 12│Chapter 13│Chapter 14 [M]│Chapter 15 [M]│Chapter 16│ Chapter 17│Chapter 18│Epilogue

Your head is pounding when you wake up.

You groan, pushing yourself into a sitting position, clutching your head in your hands. Sunlight is pouring into the room, making you wince at the blinding brightness.

After your eyes have adjusted enough, you take a look around the room. You’re not in your own room—this room is filled with dark shades, a splitting contrast to the sunlight. The room is bigger than yours, more extravagant.

Everything from the night before comes rushing back to you and you gasp, hands flying to your neck where Jongdae had bitten you. You scramble off the bed, running to the bathroom and checking your appearance in the mirror. Your hair is a mess, you’re still wearing the dress, your makeup is smudged. You wince at how messy you look, but your eyes dart straight to your neck. You roll your neck in several directions, trying to make sure it’s not just a trick your eyes are playing on you.

A mark.

An inky, scorpion-shaped mark on your neck like a tattoo. You dip your hands in water and rub furiously at it, hoping it might come off. Nope. No such luck.

You groan louder, pressing your forehead against the sink. This is it. You’ve been marked. Now any sort of slim chance of leaving is gone as well.

You tell yourself to breathe, counting to calm yourself. It’s fine; you never thought of leaving anyways. You gave up already.

So why do you feel so hopeless?

You feel like you’re contradicting yourself. You were upset when Jongdae didn’t mark you, and now that he had you feel a different kind of sad.

The mark you adorn feels empty. It’s not like Chanyeol and Hui who see each other as lovers. Not even like Baekhyun and Thorn who have a strict Pet and master relationship. You’re just floating around, like a ghost in this mansion. Unneeded, unwanted. Only kept alive because he felt like it.

You slowly drag yourself out the room, across the hall to yours. You want to get out of this dress, clean your face and straighten your crazy hair. You want to curl up in bed and do nothing for the rest of your life.

Why didn’t he just kill you? Why can’t he be benevolent enough to just give you the end you crave? Why did he choose to save you back then, to buy you from the auction?

He’s too difficult to understand. Your head is swimming, something that unfortunately comes with being alive.

How nice death would be.

There’s a knock at your door and you jump, hair on the back of your neck bristling. You watch—almost in slow motion—as the knob to your door turns and it opens ever so slowly. It almost feels like a scene from a horror movie.

“Sorry, am I disturbing you?” A soft, warm voice asks and you breathe out in relief when you realize it’s Yixing. A wave of calm immediately washes over you as you shake your head.

“It’s fine.” You whisper. “Did you need something?”

“Funny,” he smiles. “I was just about to ask you the same thing.”

You look confused, and his smile widens. “How’s your arm?”

Realization hits you as you move your arm. You were sure you had gotten injured yesterday—maybe even broke it—but now your arm is fine. It feels good as new. “How…?”

He shrugs. “I patched you up. Your arm, your feet, even your neck.” You feel conscious as his eyes dance over your mark. “I’m the resident healer here, in case you didn’t know.”

“Oh.” You say, as if he just answered all your questions. But not really. “Can you use like…magic…or…?”

He laughs, crossing the distance with only a few steps, the motion surprising you so much you stumble back. He catches you by the arm, steadying you. “Not magic, but something similar, I guess. I don’t really know how to explain it.”

He’s close. Too close. You try to move back. “Can all vampires do that?”

“Nope.” He lets you put distance between you, not pushing your limits. His presence is a little too comfortable to be in. “I’m the only one in this clan. I think out of every thousand vampires, there would be one who can do what I can.”

You gasp, awed. “That’s cool.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, it is pretty cool.”

He reaches out again, touching your cheek tentatively, but to your utter surprise, you don’t flinch. You would have flinched if it was anyone else—even, or perhaps especially, Jongdae.

His eyes are a warm chocolate color as they look over you. His fingers are gentle, and strangely not as cold as the others as they flit across your cheeks, your jaw, down towards your neck. “How do you feel?”

Words escape you as you stand there gaping at him, trying to drown yourself in his soothing presence. You find yourself trying to memorize his features, the touch of his fingers, the beautiful whisper of his voice. You don’t know how to explain this feeling.

He cocks his head at you, a small smile dancing on his perfect lips. “Okay, maybe you need some more sleep. I should let you get changed.”

At that moment you snap out of your daze, remembering your rugged appearance in horror. You feel like crawling into a hole and dying as you quickly push away to run to the bathroom.

You slip out of your dress, feeling relieved at getting all the weight off of you before slipping into the shower. You rub at your face, trying to get all the makeup off. When you step out, you feel much more refreshed and clean.

That’s when you realize you didn’t grab any clothes to change into. You heave a sigh, wrapping yourself in a towel and heading towards your room. You try to remember where you put that t-shirt.

Your head goes silent, your body freezing when you step into the room.

He’s there.

He’s there on your bed, lying down on his side almost like a child, his eyes closed and dark hair falling over his face.

You don’t dare breathe. Your eyes dart from him to your closet and you wonder if you can get over there without making a sound. All of a sudden your thoughts are screaming at you. Why is he here? Was he looking for you? Why did he even leave you in his room? Why didn’t he just put you back in your own room?

You take a long moment to calm yourself. You need to get some clothes on; you can’t just be standing here in a towel all day. You contemplated going back into the bathroom and wearing the dress again, since that is better than nothing at all. But you wrinkle your nose at the fact that you probably can’t put it on by yourself.

You mentally groan as you cautiously take a step forward, trying to be as silent as possible.

“There are new clothes in the closet.”

You almost jump out of your skin at his voice. His deep, rough and half-awake voice that makes your heart stutter.

When you turn towards him, his eyes are open. They’re looking at you, boring into your soul. You swallow thickly, nodding silently. You quicken your pace to the closet, finding dozens of clothes hung and folded neatly. There are dresses, t-shirts, jeans, skirts—all kinds of clothes you’ve never had the chance to wear in your life.

“Hui got them.”

You gasp, whirling around to find Jongdae a mere hairsbreadth away from you. He has got to stop doing that! His face is blank, even more beautiful up close. Flawless. You can’t pry your eyes away.

“How do you feel?” He murmurs, his voice echoing through ever fiber of your being, making you shiver and tremble. Yixing asked the same thing just now, yet it sounds different from him. It feels so much more—Jongdae has never cared for you enough to ask for your wellbeing.

“F-Fine.” You finally manage to find your voice, though it comes out choked and strangled.

“Does it hurt anywhere?” His hand comes to touch your shoulder—your previously injured arm. His eyes follow this motion, and your breath gets caught in your throat painfully.

“No.”

He lets out a soft hum, not looking at you but more at the tiny parts of your body. Your lips, your collarbone, your shoulder blades. His eyes are searing and you find that you can’t move. His fingers graze your neck and you gasp, the sensation like ice on fire. “You don’t feel anything weird at all?”

You shake your head, squeezing your eyes tight to block out his face. But you do feel weird. Everything feels weird. Since the moment you woke up it’s been nothing but weird.

He hums again, his voice even closer if possible. Your heart literally stops when you feel his lips graze your neck, the spot where your mark is. Unconsciously you tilt your head back, exposing your neck more to him. Stop it, stop it! Why are you acting like this? “That’s strange…”

Strange? What’s strange? Everything he’s doing right now is strange! You’re not even sure if this is Jongdae at the moment. The Jongdae you’ve come to understand is not like this. He would never even come near you. He wouldn’t be so close to a human like he is right now.

“Nothing at all?” He asks, his lips trailing up, stopping under your ear. “Not even when I do this?” Before you can react, his mouth is on yours. Demanding, skillful, and somehow so painfully hot. You gasp, and he takes this opportunity to run his tongue along your lower lip, slipping past to meet yours. You stutter, your body locking up but he holds you still, pulling you closer to him. One hand against your nape, the other around your waist.

His lips move, so, so perfectly, his teeth grazing your lips and sinking down. You shudder against him, your arms coming to wrap instinctually around his neck. Why? Why? Why?

Your mind is a jumbled mess. You don’t understand anything that’s happening. Perhaps you stumbled into a parallel universe and this isn’t the Jongdae you know at all. Maybe this is a kinder, warmer version of Jongdae. You like the idea of that, more than you’d like to admit.

You’ve never kissed anyone before in your life. You never once fantasized about it. You were too focused on keeping yourself alive that romance was just not something you had time to ponder about.

But god, those lips. If he rewarded you with kisses, you would do anything for him, you’re sure.

The thought terrifies you.

He picks you up easily, the muscles in his arms rippling as he does so. He sets you onto your bed, lying you on your back with him on top. This somehow reminds you of last night when he bit you, yet you’re not scared. Not at all.

His lips still move fervently against yours, and your lungs are starting to burn. You need to breathe, now. With all the strength you could muster, you pull away, gasping for breath to fill your derived lungs.

But you wish you didn’t do that.

The second you did that he pushes himself off you, his face stony and his eyes guarded—even more so than before. Your cheeks feel hot, your lips swollen. You watch him, still feeling as if you’re floating.

He stares at you, and a look of horror flashes across his face. A growl rips from his throat, scaring you. “Don’t come near me again.”

His words are icy, like daggers to your heart. 

You feel anger bubbling inside of you as you push yourself off the bed as well, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him with as much force as you can muster. “Don’t come near me again?” You repeat, your voice growing louder with each syllable until you’re screeching at the top of your lungs. “You came to me! This is my room! Do not come in here and do those things to me only to tell me not to go near you!” You’re heaving, your throat hurting at the intensity of your voice. You’re sure everyone in the mansion can hear you.

Jongdae’s jaw twitch, but he doesn’t speak. He turns around and leaves the room without so much as a glance. You scream, high-pitched and frustrated as you throw another pillow at the closed door.

After the initial anger, you feel tears sting your eyes. You take several deep breaths, telling yourself that you will never ever cry over someone like that. Yet you can’t help but sink down into the floor, sobbing.

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Diverse Book Recs

I recently typed up a list of books for a friend who said she’d stopped reading because she couldn’t find diverse/queer books. This list is predominately focused on queer diversity but there’s also lot’s of super awesome ladies and poc here too. The list is also in two parts, the first are all books that I’ve read myself and include me trying to give a summary, content warnings (If I can remember, I can’t guarantee they’re all exhaustive.) and a rating. The second part has books on my to read list that, to my knowledge, have queer characters. All of the titles are linked to their goodreads page.

I Was Born For This - Alice Oseman

A Hijabi ace fangirl goes to London on a week long trip to meet her internet friend and go to the concert of her favourite band. Jimmy, the trans, gay, mixed race, mentally ill singer for said band is figuring out how growing up famous has changed himself and his friends. They cross paths and stuff happens. A really interesting look into fan culture, both the good and the bad. Really fun characters and relationships. Written by the same person who does the Heartbreaker webcomic. CW: alcoholic behavior, brief mention of unintentional trans outing 4.5/5

The Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater

Welsh mythology meets small town Virginia. Gorgeous, poetic writing by Stiefvater tells the surreal story of a group of teenagers on the search for a lost welsh king and wish foretold if one wakes him. Along the way they discover the power of ley lines, dreams, and ~friendship~. One of the main characters (my favourite character) is canon queer (he’s into a girl and guy but like, the word bi isn’t explicitly said) and one of the other main characters is canon gay. It’s a difficult story to describe but it’s such a fascinating read. CW: child abuse, alcohol and drug abuse, there’s a scene in the second book that I think the author confirmed was sexual assault 5/5

Shades of Magic Series - V.E. Schwab

Avatar the last airbender meets pirates and royalty and multiverses. In this world there are 4 earths that intersect at London. Kell is one of the only two people who can travel between Londons. Grey London is our world, Red London is Kell’s, full of magic. White London is a wasteland barren of magic and ruled by bloodthirsty twins. Black London is dead. The main cast of Kell, Lila Bard, a pirate thief who gets caught up in the adventure, Rhy, the (gay? Bi? I forget lol) prince of Red London, and Alucard, (also gay? Or bi?) actual pirate have to save the multiverse! Lots of great subplots, written by a queer woman and impossible to put down. If you saw me with my kindle in class after winter last year, it was because I literally couldn’t stop reading. CW: frankly it’s been too long since I read it im sorry 5/5

Leah on the Offbeat/Simon vs the Homosapiens Agenda - Becky Albertalli

Simon Vs is the book Love Simon is based on. Simon (gay) has a mystery pen pal, Blue. All he knows is that Blue also goes to Creekwood High and is gay. But Simon leaves the emails open on a school computer because he’s a dumbass and then also an ass but the bad kind, Martin finds them and blackmails Simon. It’s similar to the movie but I prefer the book! There are some scenes and plot points that didn’t make it in. Also his friends don’t suck as much when he’s outed. Leah on the OffBeat is the sequel about Simon’s friend, Leah. She’s bi! Simon thought all his friends were straight but jkjkjk gays flock together. Cute wlw high school story. CW: character is outed against their will, underage drinking  SVTHA 5/5 LOTO 4/5

The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue - Mackenzi Lee

Main character is a total slut and we support him. Bi and ready to party. But wait it’s the 1800s and that’s not super chill. In a final hurrah before he has to become master of his family estate, Henry Montague takes his best friend (gay and also ready to party) and, reluctantly, his little sister  (ace and ready to be a doctor) on a tour of the continent. Along the way they discover a plot and their trip turns upside down. There’s pirates! Period accurate medicine! Characters unlearning their prejudices! CW: Child abuse, period typical homophobia, sexism and racism 4/5

Captive Prince Trilogy - C.S. Pacat

hEAR ME OUT. This is probably my favourite series I’ve ever read. You’ve heard of enemies to lovers? Get ready for enemies to friends to lovers to enemies to allies to lovers! Crown Prince Damianos of Akielos is caught up in a coup lead by his half brother and sent to the enemy nation of Vere to be a pleasure slave for their crown prince, Laurent. Now here you think it’s gonna be some kinky sex romp but it actually becomes the best political intrigue with a thoughtful, loving, very vanilla romance. “If you gave me your heart, I would treat it tenderly”. Dw they only have sex after the whole slave thing is over. Also, they abolish slavery so there’s that. If you don’t like the first book,  I get it but just try the second book, the tone changes with the change of setting. The author does some really interesting stuff with her setting. Typically writers will just make society reflect our by default but Pacat threw that out, homophobia? Never heard of her. In Vere it’s actually taboo for men and women to have sex before marriage because of the threat of bastards. So everyone just is gay instead. You want a matriarchal warrior women country? Pacat has got your back. The series does lack in well written women. There are a few women but not enough, Pacat has talked about this and is basically like, u right, I’ll do better in my next series. Written by a queer WOC (kinda? Woc is the wrong word but just read these tweets where she describe it better than i ever could)  and I love it, the end. CW: child abuse, child sexual abuse, incest, rape, sex slavery, prostitution, graphic violence, non consensual drug consumption, child death, suicide, torture, animal death (also it should be obvious but none of these things are glorified, the abuser is the worst and he sucks and everyone hates him) 6/5

Carry On - Rainbow Rowell

Based on the Harry Potter parody series from Rowell’s book Fangirl. Simon Snow (doesn’t ever figure out his sexuality but had a girlfriend and boyfriend) is the chosen one, orphaned and brought to a magical boarding school, must save magical britain from evil. His best friend, book smart Penelope and his (possibly evil and a vampire? Also gay) roommate Baz must work together to defeat the humbug. This book has a really fantastic closed magic system and gives the character very clear limits. CW: rat death? 5/5

Queer There and Everywhere - Sarah Prager

A nonfiction book about 23 people throughout history that were both queer and very cool. From Frida Kahlo and Abraham Lincoln to the actual Danish Girl and Kristina Vasa, Prager dives into the lives of many historical figures who were also queer. A really wide gamut of women, men and nb, cis and trans, white and poc. Could have had more historical figures from the east. A fun, easy read. Made me cry, i want lesbian moms. 4/5

Huntress - Malinda Lo

It’s been a few years since I read this so bear with me. Cool magic girl main character and less magic but also cool other girl as well as a misfit group including the prince and a badass lady named shae (hell yeah) have to go into the fae world to right the magical imbalance of their world. Wlw, written by a queer woc CW: I don’t remember sorry 4/5

Outrun the Wind - Elizabeth Tammi

(I’m actually only half way through this) (Also it’s written by a mutual of mine on tumblr so that’s tight) A queer retelling of the greek myth of Atalanta. Atalanta (bi) is taken by the hunters of Artemis and has to help them defeat Apollo who’s being shitty. Wlw, written by a bi lady CW: animal death

Iron Breakers trilogy - Zaya Feli

Bastard Prince (queer), Ren, is happy to be out of the line of succession and just party it up but suddenly is framed for the murder of his brother and on the run along with a prisoner who escaped with him. Ren is faced with realities of y’know, not being a prince and decides to help save his country. Political intrigue with some twists I didn’t guess. MLM CW: slavery, graphic violence 4.5/5

All for the Game trilogy - Nora Sakavic

Think dark, queer, sports anime but with a co-ed team. Neil Josten (demi sexual- “which way do you swing? “I don’t?”) is on the run from his mob boss, murderer father and finds himself on the collegiate exy team of the palmetto foxes. Exy, a violent cross between lacrosse and soccer is Neil’s favourite thing but the team is made up of misfits. Neil has to survive both his father and the Raven’s (another exy team) owner, another mob boss, coming for him and his team. Super fast paced, very intense, after the first book I couldn’t put it down. The characters are all super interesting as are the relationships. Multiple mlm relationships, one briefly mentioned wlw couple CW: (o boy here we go) suicide, graphic violence, graphic torture, non consensual drug consumption, alcohol and drug abuse, prescription drug abuse, non consensual kissing, rape, child sexual abuse, sex work, mention of gay conversion therapy, discussion of self harm and self harm scars, child abuse 4.5/5

The Posterchildren - Kitty Burroughs

It’s been years since I read this so I really don’t remember much. It’s about a school for superheroes. Definitely wlw I don’t remember any else 4/5

Six of Crows Duology - Leigh Bardugo

A misfit group of criminals is hired to travel north to break into an impregnable prison. The cast of characters is lovable and the plot is fast paced. It’s set in the same universe as Bardugo’s first series but you don’t need to read them. (I did and they were ok but six of crows is better). Two of the main characters are mlm. CW: gore, graphic violence, child abuse 4.5/5

The Percy Jackson Series and Magnus Chase Series

I don’t need to describe these lol. PJO has two canon gay characters, the most recent series has lesbian and ace huntresses of artemis, and a bi main character. Magnus Chase has a non binary main character starting in the second book.

On My To-Read List:

Orlando - Virginia Woolf

I love her writing, it’s poetic without hurting my brain to read. This is a classic queer novel. It’s been said that Woolf wrote it as a “love letter” to Vita, her lover. The main character changes gender throughout the novel.

Stars in Her Eyes - Clare C. Marshall

I bought a copy of the first book in this series from the author at a convention last summer. It’s about a school for people with powers. I asked and apparently there’s a queer character but you don’t find out til the second book.

Ash - Malinda Lo

A wlw retelling of cinderella by the same author as Huntress.

The Academy Journals - Garrett Robinson

Apparently there’s trans, lesbian, gay, poly, ace, bi, pan! It’s about a magical school. It has really good reviews on goodreads so that’s promising

The Abyss Surrounds Us - Emily Skrutskie

There’s gay lady space pirates. Actually maybe not space? Idk i got space vibes

Vicious/Vengeful - V.E. Schwab

A story about moral greyness and supervillains. Kinda reminds me of Nimona tbh. I heard the main character is ace?

Our Bloody Pearl - D.N. Brynn

There’s mermaids, and pirates, and it’s gay apparently. The main character uses they them pronouns I think.

Breaking Legacies - Zoe Reed

Fantasy wlw by a trans dude (i think? They went through some sort of gender transition but i can’t find their pronouns)

The Dark Wife - S.E. Diemer

A wlw retelling of Hades and Persephone

The High Court Series - Megan Derr

Fantasy political intrigue mlm and I was told the main character is trans

Btw my rating system was basically:

4/5=i enjoyed reading it and would recommend it but probably wouldn’t read it again

4.5/5=I really liked it and would probably reread it

5/5= i love it, i either have or plan to reread it

#booklr #book rec #captive prince #the raven cycle #percy jackson #all for the game #I was born for this #shades of magic #carry on #iron breakers #huntress #outrun the wind #the posterchildren #six of crows #most are YA or adult #feel free to ask me about any of these!! i love talking about books #theres a lot of schools and pirates on here

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Can u recommand some good books pls?

I DEFINITELY CAN! 

(I’ve divided them up into categories, and included a short summary of each, so that you can choose more easily, and put the list under a cut, since it’s fairly long.)

Comedic Fantasy With Emotional Center

Small Gods by Terry Pratchett (part of the Discworld series; everything in the Discworld series is excellent. main characters of this one are a god stuck in the form of a tortoise and his last believer.)

Hogfather by Terry Pratchett (Discworld. Death has to take over the duties of discworld’s version of Santa Claus in an attempt to keep the world from ending.)

Reaper Man by Terry Pratchett (Discworld. Death gets fired and decides to live as a human—as near to human as he can, at any rate. eventually he has to battle the New Death to save the discworld.)

Guards, Guards! by Terry Pratchett (Discworld. Sam Vimes, leader of the disgraced and dying Ankh-Morpork City Watch, regains his self-respect and his interest in life as he works to solve a mystery of who is summoning a dragon and killing off citizens of his city.)

The Bromeliad by Terry Pratchett (small ‘nomes’ live secretly in this world, hiding from humans. the perpetually out-of-his-depth and put-upon nome Masklin finds himself in charge, tasked with leading them to safety and finding their way home.)

Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman (an angel and a demon tasked with seeing that apocalypse happens as scheduled decide to try to avert it instead. completely and utterly fantastic.)

Long Dark Teatime of the Soul by Douglas Adams (murder mystery involving Norse Gods, record contracts, and the Ultimate Bubble Bath.)

The Thirteen Clocks by James Thurber (novella told like a fairy tale, full of wordplay and beauty and fun. this one just absolutely shines.)

The Gates by John Connolly (young boy, his dog, and an extremely minor demon try to stop the end of the world.)

The Infernals by John Connolly (sequel to The Gates, featuring the same characters.)

Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones (a young lady is cursed to be old, decides to become cleaning lady for a wizard rumored to be dangerous but actually just vain, overdramatic, and irresponsible. so very fun and romantic.)

Farmer Giles of Ham by J.R.R. Tolkien (a local peasant finds himself unwillingly roped into facing a marauding dragon.)

Comedy

All of the P.G. Wodehouse books, particularly the Jeeves and Wooster series (wonderfully fun and lighthearted comedy set vaguely between the edwardian era and the 1920’s. Rich, cheerful, and kindhearted Bertie Wooster has a habit of accidentally getting engaged to girls he has no desire whatsoever to marry; his clever valet Jeeves gets him out of trouble every time.)

With One Lousy Free Packet of Seed by Lynne Truss (hilarious and surprisingly touching at the end. lots and lots shenanigans. really fun.)

Romantic Comedy

Cotillion by Georgette Heyer (romantic comedy, fake relationship, regency era.)

When a Man Marries by Mary Roberts Rhinehouse (romantic comedy with a stolen jewels mystery plot. cast of characters stuck in a house together.)

Romance

These Old Shades by Georgette Heyer (historical romance with intrigue and comedy. The main character crossdresses and, to me, reads as genderqueer. The love interest is basically a villain who accidentally becomes the hero. I LOVE IT.)

Her Every Wish by Courtney Milan (regency romance novella. hero is bisexual. subplot about bicycles being scandalous. this is the one that I have Roxanne give Megamind in Code: Safeword.)

The Countess Conspiracy by Courtney Milan (regency romance, the last in the Brothers Sinister series, all of which are good. main character reads as autistic. her love interest is younger than she is; they’ve secretly presented her groundbreaking scientific work as his, so that people will take it seriously.)

When a Scott Ties the Knot by Tessa Dare (regency romance; main character has social anxiety and made up a fiancee years ago to get out of her impending social season. but now a man with the same name has shown up claiming to be this fiancee, and intending to marry her.)

Mystery

Behold, Here’s Poison by Georgette Heyer (1920’s murder mystery with comedy and romance. The characters are wonderful.)

Caribbean Mystery by Agatha Christie (murder mystery featuring elderly heroine Miss Marple, who seems fluffy and harmless but is really a sneaky, nosy, and terribly sharp woman. I love her.)

Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie (murder mystery featuring detective Hercule Poirot. intricate and enjoyable.)

Death Comes As the End by Agatha Christie (murder mystery set in ancient egypt. both the mystery and the historical features are extremely well executed.)

Difficult to Categorize

Three Bags Full: A Sheep Detective Story by Leonie Swann (A group of sheep decide to solve the mystery of who killed their shepherd. Funny and moving. The point of view is amazingly well done.)

Watership Down by Richard Adams (A group of rabbits set out on a journey to establish a new home. The worldbuilding and characterization are fantastic.)

Kiln People by David Brin (science fiction mystery. amazing worldbuilding. One of the main characters is a robot who, due to a slight malfunction, has developed a personality and will of his own.)

Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion (A love story set during the zombie apocalypse, between a young woman named Julie and a zombie known as R, who isn’t quite as dead as zombies are supposed to be. Horrifying and romantic and uplifting.)

Dreams of Sex and Stage Diving by Martin Millar (Main character Elfish is basically the living embodiment of ‘fuck you’. She’s a guitarist on a mission to claim the name Queen Mab for her—just at present nonexistent—band from her ex-boyfriend Mo.)

Keturah and Lord Death by Martine Leavitt (a young woman in the medieval era gets lost in the forest and nearly dies. When she meets Death, though, she convinces him to postpone her demise—she claims that love is stronger than death, and he tells her that if she can prove it by finding her true love within one day, he will spare her life. Full of joy and sorrow and love.)

The Halloween Tree by Ray Bradbury (A group of children go on a fantastic trip through time with a mysterious man called Moundshroud in an attempt to save the life of one of their friends. Fun and dark and beautiful.)

The Girl Who Owned a City by O.T. Nelson (An epidemic wipes out all of the adults in the world. Ten year old Lisa Nelson bands together a group of survivors and shapes them into a new society, with her at its head. Satisfying.)

Fantasy

The Blue Sword by Robin McKinley (Gorgeous worldbuilding, kidnapping, romance, magic, and adventure.)

The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle (The last of the Unicorns goes on a quest to find out what happened to the rest of her species. Fun and frightening and hauntingly beautiful.)

Transformation by Carol Berg (The Emperor’s New Groove for grown-ups. Formerly a magician and currently a slave, Seyonne finds new meaning in his life when he and careless, proud Prince Aleksander work together to defeat the demonic forces that threaten the kingdom. Slavery and freedom, loyalty and friendship. Intricate worldbuilding.)

War For the Oaks by Emma Bull (Urban fantasy. Eddie has just broken up with her boyfriend, and, in the process, broken up the band they both played in. She has enough problems of her own, without getting dragged into a war between the Seelie and Unseelie courts of the Fae.)

Young Adult Fantasy

So You Want to Be a Wizard by Diane Duane (Young adult fantasy adventure. Preteen protagonists Kit and Nita journey into a terrifying shadow world to fight a dark entity. One of my favorite depictions of magic of all time.)

Which Witch by Eva Ibbotson (The Great Evil Wizard Arriman has decided to take a bride! The members of the local witches’ coven are invited to a contest—whichever witch performs the most dark and wicked act of black magic will be Arriman’s bride. The young witch Belladonna is absolutely smitten with Arriman, and desperately wants to win the contest. The only problem is that Belladonna is a white witch.)

Megamind: the Novel by Lauren Alexander (A little darker and a bit more grown-up than the movie; still incredibly fun. It features additional scenes from Megamind and Roxanne’s developing romantic relationship.)

Companions of the Night by Vivian Vande Velde (Teenage Kerry is in the wrong place at the wrong time, and ends up being taken captive by a group of people who are holding another person captive as well—a young man they insist is a vampire. Kerry thinks they’re crazy, and helps the boy escape…but it turns out they were actually right. And now she’s being held captive by a vampire on the run.)

Young Adult

Fat Kid Rules the World by K.L. Going (Depressed teenage protagonist Troy almost commits suicide, but is stopped by a homeless teenager named Curt, who is also a local punk rock legend. Curt convinces Troy to form a punk band with him, featuring Curt on guitar and Troy on drums…even though Troy can’t actually play the drums. funny and angry and deeply moving.)

The Undertaker’s Gone Bananas by Paul Zindel (Thriller. The misfit teenage protagonists are convinced that their neighbor murdered his wife, even though no one believes them. They set out to prove it.)

Older Children

The Secret Garden by Francis Hodgson Bernard (Recently orphaned, the disagreeable young Mary arrives at her uncle’s house—a house full of secrets and mysteries.)

A Little Princess by Francis Hodgson Bernard (Young, precocious, and strange Sara Crewe is sent to boarding school. When her father dies unexpectedly, leaving Sara a penniless orphan, the Headmistress forces Sara to work as a servant. Strength in adversity, the power of imagination, and an eventual happy ending.)

The Egypt Game by Zilpha Neatly Snyder (A group of children secretly play at being ancient Egyptians in a deserted lot. This one really captures the dangerous, wild, and intense feeling of childhood.)

Running Out of Time by Margaret Peterson Haddix (adventure with young girl as heroine. genuinely creepy and exciting and so clever. my great-grandmother loved this one, too.)

The Witches by Roald Dahl (Young boy and his grandmother happen upon a convention of terrifying, evil witches.)

The Whipping Boy by Sid Fleischmann (Spoiled Prince Brat and his whipping boy Jemmy run away together, much to Jemmy’s annoyance. Adventure and friendship.)

Trapped In Death Cave by Bill Wallace (An adventure story with a secret map, a hidden cave, and an evil plot.)

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