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chaoticbardlady99 · 7 months

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Could you please do some comforting fic? Like, Tav is crying because of stress (or maybe a painful memory) and Astarion has to console her being an absolute emotional support vampire?

Dying Star (Astarion x GN! Reader)

Your wish is my command!

Synopsis: While exploring the Shadowlands, you run into Arabella and she asks you to find her parents. Unfortunately, you don’t have good news to deliver and Astarion tries to navigate your feelings with tips from Karlach.

Character Class- Cleric of Lliira

(I’m really obsessed with this concept because I’m a Social Worker and I refer to myself as the “positivity police” so this is a character type I have grown fond of)

TW: Grief, Trauma, Parental loss, PTSD, Panic Attacks, mentions of violence and gore.

*I really like the nickname Little Love (I know it’s for Ascended only but…..) so I will be using it as a pet name that Astarion uses for the reader.

Companion song: Dying Star by Ashnikko (feat. Ethel Cain)

It was supposed to be easy. You had an extra skip to your step as you headed in the direction Arabella told you her parents went.

Finally, you had thought, I can do something good for someone. I can reunite a family. No morally gray bullshit to navigate.

You were grinning the whole way there despite your argument with Astarion before sending him with Arabella.

“We don’t have time to go parent hunting.”

“There is always time to go parent hunting.”

He had expressed his disdain about finding Arabella’s parents. He told you it’s a waste of time- they were probably dead anyway. Arabella had whimpered and teared up. That was enough for you to lose your patience and you ripped into him for saying "something so awful and in front of a CHILD, nonetheless!"

You sent him back with Arabella and Wyll, telling him that if he had no desire to search and rescue, he didn’t have to. He had looked hurt and insisted he go, that he needed to be there, but you were fed up and a little girl was crying.

Dejected, Astarion had gone back to camp. The guilt sat heavily at the bottom of your stomach, but you had a personal mission to complete and nothing was going to stop you.

You were orphaned as a young child. The nightmares had gone away (for the most part), but you still remember your father dragging you away from your mother’s cold body as Loth Drows ambushed Silverymoon. They had had a whole army and their druids had control over giant creatures from the Underdark. You remember losing your father in the haze, an arrow to your back, running and slipping into a river. Then nothing. Until a nearby Cleric of Lliira (Leer-uh) had saved you, taking you to Selgaunt (SELL-GAUNT) on the coast of the Sea of Stars. Lliira had healed your heart and saved you- you hoped to pay that debt forward and help Arabella have a better outcome than you did.

No one in your party knew your past and you hadn’t brought it up to Astarion. It feels so long ago and it was a topic you preferred to bring up in a more hospitable place than the Shadowlands and after you help Astarion kill Cazador. You wanted to prioritize his joy and help him finally be free, so why would you burden him with your past while he is suffering far more from his?

It didn’t take you and your party long to locate Arabella’s parents. You found them in the House of Healing- dead. Along with your hope and joy.

You had erupted in a tearful rage and you stabbed the Sister who killed them over and over.

You didn’t care what the Joybringer would do if she saw how senselessly you mutilated the sisters and Malus. You had made them suffer as you saw fit. Mutilating them, using more painful methods of killing (stabbing in painful, but not lethal spots), and your crying came out as painful, angry screams.

Gale, Karlach, and Shadowheart eyed you with concern as you walked back to the camp. Usually you were singing or whistling a tune, cracking jokes to relieve the tension.

Instead, you were focusing on how you would break the news to Arabella that her parents are dead and she is all alone.

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Astarion paces around his tent, trying to distract himself from the pit of fear in his stomach. You had never snapped at him that way- usually you just roll your eyes at him and give him a chaste kiss with a soft, “I understand if you don’t want to go, but I would appreciate it if you would come along.”

He wasn’t sure why Arabella and her parents had been a sensitive subject or why you had insisted on looking for them when they were likely already dead. No one survives the Shadow Cursed Lands without a light source and mediocre tactical skills.

That didn’t stop him from rooting for you though- he hopes he is wrong and that you come back victorious. He wants you to be happy. Astarion enjoys seeing you succeed because that’s when you flash that brilliant grin that he has (silently) adored since the moment he met you. The reason he protested in the first place is because he knows how destroyed you would be if Arabella’s parents are dead. He doesn’t want you to hurt- for your heart to lose it’s optimism.

He hears you, Karlach, Shadowheart, and Gale come into camp. He steps out of the tent- hoping that you were able to achieve the outcome you wanted, that you would come parading into camp victorious.

He sees you talking to Arabella in a quiet whisper and he watches as your face contorts to hold back your own feelings as Arabella screams at you. He watches you take it- as she punches you in the stomach over and over. You just let her before she runs off. Withers says something to you quietly before you walk into your tent, closing yourself off from everyone.

Astarion feels stuck in the entryway of his tent. He doesn’t know what to do.

“Hey fangs,” Karlach says, offering a sad smile as she walks up to him, “you should probably know- they went over the rails after seeing Arabella’s parents.”

A look of confusion spreads across his face. What does that even mean? You were barely capable of hurting a fly!

“Like they became upset?”

Karlach nods with weary eyes,“They became upset and… well very, very, very violent.”

The tadpole behind his eyes begins to squirm as he allows Karlach to show him the scene.

He didn’t think you were capable of that much destruction. He saw angry tears slide down your face as you destroyed everything in your path. His gentle, joyful Cleric had broken in the House of Healing.

How ironic, he thinks bitterly.

He feels his own tears begin to prick his eyes as he watches you suffer through the battle- screaming and crying. He should have been there for you. He should have gone and let you be mad at him for disobeying. He hangs his head and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“She really needs you Fangs,” Karlach says to him, interrupting his train of thought.

Of course Karlach would say that as if it was the easiest thing in the world- like he hadn't been tortured and unloved for the past two centuries.

“I don’t know how to be what she needs right now,” he says in a soft voice.

It was true. He had only just expressed his feelings for you and he barely felt confident doing that to begin with. He spent two centuries seducing and manipulating whoever he could to survive. How could he be what you need right now? When he is just as much of a monster as the individuals that killed Arabella’s parents?

Karlach contemplates this, searching Astarion’s face as if the answer to all his problems would be there.

“You don’t need to do anything other than being there- tell them you are sorry. Tell them you were rooting for them because I saw it in your head. Tell them that they aren't alone,” Karlach pauses before saying, “And remind them that they are a good person- that Lliira wouldn’t abandon her in her suffering.”

Despite his fear and reluctance, he thanks Karlach for the advice and walks towards your tent.

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Your body is shaking violently as your chest tightens and painful, silent sobs come out of your mouth. You are trying (and failing) to use your hand as a sound barrier.

It’s not about you, it’s about Arabella, you remind yourself, stop being so selfish.

Except the images are back, you are small again, helpless again, alone, and afraid. Despite your effort, Arabella has been given the same fate and in the same breath, you turned away from your Goddess. You lost yourself in the fight, you were aware of this while it was happening. You just didn’t have it in you to care anymore.

You hear footsteps approach your tent- you do the best to rub away the tears and snot.

It’s not about you.

You hear Astarion’s voice on the other side of the tent flap.

“Little love,” he says softly, “can I please come in?”

You laugh, your voice hoarse, “Come to tell me ‘I told you so?’ To gloat and laugh? If that is your intention, then no. You will need to wait one to five business days before you can do that.”

You don’t hear him laugh at your humorous response as he usually does. He enters the tent and you feel him sit down behind you, his legs on either side of yours. He’s tense as he puts his arms around you from behind, pulling you in between his legs. He slowly relaxes against your body, putting his face in the crook of your neck.

“I’m sorry Little Love. I wanted to be wrong. I just knew how much it would… hurt you if the outcome wasn’t… well.”

You sniff, choking back a sob as he begins drawing shapes on the back of your shaking hands.

“It’s okay my love. You can let it out. I’m here for you. You aren’t alone.”

Despite how clumsy and awkward it was said, that sentence alone broke whatever composure you still had. You cry and scream into your hand as Astarion holds onto you as if you are about to fly away and he is your anchor. Your breath is shallow and it’s hard to breathe as you suffocate on your grief and panic. You feel him ask for access to your mind, wanting to know how to help. So, you show him and you let all your grief pour into your cries. You feel his own tear mix with yours as he cries into your neck as he endures how you feel with you- as he watches your whole life fall apart because of one ambush over and over again.

He continues to trace patterns on your hands, asking you to focus on him and what he is doing, reminding you to breathe as you do for him when he is distressed.

You begin to calm as you focus on his voice, focus on his delicate fingers tracing your skin, and for once, you don’t feel so alone. You scoot forward, gently removing his arms , and turn around to face him, your tearful eyes meeting his.

He grabs your face gently and kisses your forehead as silent tears roll down both of your faces. You look down at your hands before speaking.

“I thought… I thought I could help Arabella be reunited with her family,” you say in a gravely whisper, “I had hoped she wouldn’t be alone like I was, but now…”

You suck in a harsh breath and look at your hands, “Gods, I am naive and stupid.”

“No- you do not get to talk about my favorite person that way,” Astarion says sharply.

You look up in surprise at the intensity of his words. He matches your eyes with a look of adoration, guilt, and a ferocity you have never seen before.

“Little Love, you are not naive and you are not stupid,” He pauses, to kiss one of your hands and intertwines your fingers together, “you are so good without trying because that is who you are. You experienced hardship and you didn’t let it destroy you. You didn’t become a monster.”

He looks at your face to gauge your reaction. You sit quietly, letting him continue to speak if he chooses so he does.

“You… you are amazing and a bright light in the darkness. You are my moon, my compass, and you have shown me parts of myself I didn’t know existed,” he clears his throat before continuing.

“ I hate to see you hurt, but I promise I will be here to help you through your suffering,” He stares into your eyes intensely, “for as long as you will have me.”

You pause, taking in everything he has just said to you. You felt like a star dying, exploding in the cosmos. You feel evil and wrong for the violence you inflicted on the Sisters and Malus in your need for revenge. Your actions were not of Lliira's will.

“I don’t know if that’s who I am anymore, Star. I engaged in senseless violence… I don’t think Lliira will forgive me- and if she does, it won’t be easy to obtain her forgiveness,” you say glumly.

He grabs your other hand in his and offers a soft smile.

“Then we will work together to get you back into favor with your Goddess and I will remind you everyday who you are until you believe in yourself again,” he says before leaving a chaste kiss on your lips.

You smile despite yourself, your chest glowing with warmth as you stare into his eyes. You know Astarion detests the Gods, but the fact that he was willing to help you made your eyes tear up again. You are horribly desperately in love with him and as much as you want to tell him that, you practice restraint. There is a time and place- that time is not now, not when the relationship just began.

“And what if I need it everyday for the rest of your Immortal life?” You say half-joking and half-afraid of his answer.

A wide, genuine grin spreads across Astarion’s face as your words register in his mind.

They want me to stay. They want me to be by their side-even when this is all done.

Astarion pulls you into his lap, your legs straddling his hips as he pulls you into him and presses a soft kiss against your neck before laying his head on your shoulder.

“Then I will stay by your side. Forever.”

#astarion x reader #astarion #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x you #astarion x gender neutral reader #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #bg3 astarion #bg3 tav #karlach

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randomfanner · 6 months

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Halsin x Tav x Astarion future headcanons

Halsin x Astarion is one of my favorite ships I cannot even lie. Maybe it is the werebear x vampire lover in us all that calls to me. Or maybe Astarion just needs to be given a bear hug. So here are some postgame headcanons with Tav

All three of you are pretty sick of society and other people so all three of you fuck right off to the forest. Of course the rest of the party is invited to visit the three of you whenever they feel like.

Halsin built a cottage for Astarion, you and Scratch. He also does live there, but he sleeps outside of the time he is prefers it. And he does love his home but also he would have been fine with a cave. This does not stop Astarion from convincing him to come to actual bed because cuddles.

Halsin of course is not the only person living there and sleeping outside. The Cub, Thaniel and Oliver. Oliver and Thaniel do have their own bedroom though! It is full of handmade wooden and stuffed toys from Halsin and Astarion. Oliver took to Astarion like a fly on shit and Astarion loves to teach this small child how to commit crimes. He even allows Oliver to practice pickpocketing on him… but if he gets caught he does suffer ‘The Wraith of Astarion!!!’ Which is Astarion tickles Oliver until he cannot breathe. Thaniel on the other hand was… not as eager to accept Astarion, at first. When they first meet He wasn’t rude. He wasn’t going to be rude to someone who helped save his life but it was obvious he had little interest in a vampire spawn who smelled like the city and death … until it became clear that Astarion was going to be with Halsin and not just with you .

And then things did change.

Thaniel is a smart, wise kid who knows his way around and about the forest. He knows the better then even Halsin does to be frank. He is also a fae. So, pranks.

he begins to prank Astarion nonstop. They are all harmless but extremely annoying. Astarion is not thrilled but has learned better then to lash out a child. And if he yelled at Thaniel he would never be forgiven. he is fully aware of this. So he is stuck in a game of kill them with kindness

and it works.

It takes awhile, a lot of warming up and a lot of patience but evetually Thaniel more then accepts Astarion, he actually does consider Astarion to be a parent. Astarion is still shocked it worked but he is so happy about it.

Thaniel and Oliver are not the only children you three have of course. Yvenna and plenty of children who got orphaned during the conflict who needed home. Any children you decide to have and well she is off on her own most of the time, Arabella does come to visit.

You are a nocturnal household. I know I didn’t need to tell you that with Astarion being a spawn and unable to go into the sun(You three are looking into hopefully helping him. Halsin has been trying to get the aid of the Oakfather well you and Astarion have been hunting for a different method that won’t any souls or threat of losing his own but it is a slow process).

more then Astarion though, Halsin is a nocturnal person. He is great at functioning during the day but he would rather not be. He likes the night. Perhaps that is the moon Druid speaking however.

Astarion becomes a ranger. He of course still keeps skills as a rogue handy but well, living in the forest, being around the animals and other things he… begins to find his skill set more at home hunting for animals and foraging in the forest then they were stealing and snatching people and items alike.

Halsin is of course extremely proud of him for learning about the forest and himself. And the skill set is of a great help with their lifestyle!

Fall is an extremely busy time for your household because there needs to be food put away for the winter. Halsin, Astarion, Scratch, the Owlbear and Oliver go out hunting well you, Thaniel and Yvenna all stay home and prepare the food. Preserving, skinning and bleeding everything. Once they are done forging and hunting, the ones who can help do. And even those who cannot certainly do try! it’s a lot of work but there is plenty when snowfalls to keep everyone feed. Winter also becomes the snuggliest time because cannot go outside, so may as well just stay nice and warm inside. Halsin does sleep a lot(inside the house) during winter. He is a bear, his nature is to hibernate and thus he does. When he is awake it is pretty amusing because all he wants to do is snuggle. would either Astarion or you deny him?

Immortal Angst with a Bittersweet Ending Time:

Astarion doesn’t fully… grasp that he is immortal. He knows it. He understands it. However he has been surrounded by vampires or people he saw at most five times before they were sent to Cazador. When Astarion realizes Halsin and you and Scratch and the Owlbear cub are aging, getting older and he isn’t. Scratch likely dies first, a long happy life and simply old age. Halsin and you are of course sad but do accept it happened but Astarion well…

Astarion disappears. And oddly enough so does Thaniel.

it causes everyone remaining in the house to panic and try to find the both of them.

Of course Astarion knew this was coming, he wasn’t an idiot but it still shook him to his core. He just sort of found stump to sit on and think. When Thaniel finds him he is great at comforting Astarion.

it is a long conversation between the two of them about being immortal and how well Astarion cannot die of old age… Thaniel reminds Astarion that he still can die. Thaniel will be around as long as the forest needs him. Likely how he survived the shadow curse to begin with… but Astarion can decide what needs him and when it no longer needs him.

So Astarion decides he will stay as long as his family needs him.

And so when centuries pass and it is just Astarion, Thaniel and Oliver and descendants who had long left the best…. Well.

Thaniel expect Astarion to decide that is when he is no longer needed… but Astarion stays by their side. After all, the forest needs them, so they are still here. They are still here, they are his family, so they need him.

#bg3 astarion #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #astarion romance #astarion x mc #daddy halsin #halsin #baldurs gate #baldurs gate 3 #tav #halsin bg3 #astarion x halsin #gods I am crying

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sluttybrunette · 6 days

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Her picture looks so innocent HAHAH

(Escaping)

Arabella

Your lips connected with Arabella's cold, soft lips, your body trembled as her hands remained on your hips. “Stay safe out there…” You murmured against her lips before pulling away watching her put on a coat so she wouldn't get ‘cold’ while hunting.

As she turned to leave you kept the same smile on your face even if you were nervous and scared shitless that your plan wouldn't work. You watched her close the door and then rushed to the window to make sure she was out of sight before putting the plan in motion.

Moving quickly, you headed to the small closet and grabbed the bag that held a map, water, money, and a few snacks for the train and threw it over your shoulder before whipping open the door and bolting it in the woods hoping you weren't screwing yourself over.

As you ran you took the paths you and Arabella walked down when you obeyed her enough for her to trust you not to run. But now you reached the end of the forest, your eyes frantically trying to find the bus that was supposed to show up moving your wrist to check the time before you noticed that everyone had a ticket for the bus.

You mentally cringed as you saw you still had an half an hour before the bus came and you couldn't just wait around without Arabella smelling you so slowly you started to navigate through the dimly lit streets, you kept your head down, avoiding eye contact with anyone who might remember you later. You had a destination in mind: the bus station on the other side of town. It was always busy, a perfect place to blend in and disappear.

As you walked, you couldn't shake the feeling that Arabella would somehow know you were gone, that she would find you no matter where you went. You picked up the pace, adrenaline coursing through your veins. When you finally reached the station, you bought a ticket for the next bus out of the city, not caring where it was headed as long as it was far away from here.

As you hurriedly purchased the ticket for the next bus, your heart pounded in your chest like a drum, each beat a reminder of the danger lurking behind you. You glanced over your shoulder, half-expecting to see Arabella's figure appear out of the shadows, her piercing gaze locking onto you.

But as you turned back to the ticket counter, relief washed over you momentarily. Maybe, just maybe, you had managed to slip away unnoticed. The thought was a fleeting comfort, shattered like fragile glass as a chill breeze swept through the bustling station, carrying with it a familiar scent that sent shivers down your spine.

"Leaving so soon, my love?" A voice whispered silkily from behind, sending a wave of dread crashing over you like a relentless tide.

You froze, every muscle in your body tensing as you slowly turned to face Arabella, her crimson eyes burning with an intensity that made your blood run cold. She stood there, an ethereal presence amidst the throngs of oblivious commuters, a predator disguised in the guise of a delicate flower.

"Arabella..." you choked out, your voice barely above a whisper, your mind racing for an escape plan that seemed increasingly futile with each passing second.

She smiled, a wicked curve of her lips that sent a shiver down your spine. "Did you really think you could leave me, my sweet?" she cooed, her voice dripping with malice as she took a step closer, her gaze never leaving yours.

#yandere #female yandere #wlw love #lesbian #lovesick #wlw #wlw post #yanderefemale #yandere lesbian #vampire

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hannahhook7744 · 6 months

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Descendants name headcanons;

Elle Athanasiou (daughter of Prince Eric and Ariel).

Arabella Athanasiou (niece of Prince Eric and Ariel).

Henry (de Vil) Crowley (the kid with white hair that may or may not be related to Carlos from Carlos' Scavenger hunt).

Hayden 'Hadie' Athanasiou.

Hyllus 'Herkie' Amphitryon Tiryn-Theban-Athanasiou of Argolis.

Benjamin 'Ben' Florian Léandre.

Maleficent Bertha Fae || turns to Malanie 'Mal' Bertha Fae-Athanasiou || when she is able to change her name.

Evelyn 'Evie' Grimhilde-Westergaard.

Jakeem 'Jay' Al-Jazira.

Jadeana 'Jade' Al-Jazira.

Harrison 'Harry' Hook.

Chadwick 'Chad' Charming.

Audrea 'Audrey' Rose.

Uma Athanasiou.

Jehanne 'Jane' Fae.

Li 'Lonnie' Lan-Lei.

Li 'Li Shang Jr/Lil Shang' Shaiming.

Pino 'Pin' Liddell.

Allison 'Ally' Liddell.

Gillian 'Gil' LeGume.

Gaston 'Bronze' Legume III.

Gaston 'Junior' Legume Jr.

Frederique 'Freddie' Facilier.

Cecelia 'Cecelia' Facilier.

Rubina 'Ruby' Fitzherbert.

Samson 'Sammy' Smee.

Ginevra 'Ginny' Gothel.

Diego Ramirez-de Vil.

Richard 'Rick' Ratcliffe.

Skipper 'Squeaky' Smee.

Sterling 'Squirmy' Smee.

Claymore 'Clay' Clayton.

Madeleine 'Maddy' Mim.

Reza Vizer of Agrabah.

Harold 'Harry' Badun.

Jason 'Jace' Badun.

Yzla Sorcerer of Enchancia.

Zevon Sorcerer of Enchancia.

Yaz 'Lil Yaz' Sorcerer of Enchancia.

Tiger Poeny Rossí.

Hermione 'Hermie' Bing.

Blake 'Big Murph' Murphy.

Edmund 'Eddie' Balthazar.

Opal Facilier.

Douglas 'Doug' Bergmann.

Derek Bergmann.

Robert 'Bobby' Hood of Locksley.

Artorius 'Artie' Pendragon.

Drizella 'Dizzy' Tremaine-Westergaard of the Southern Isles ||.

Jedoun 'Jordan' Ayad.

Aziz Faizan.

Sophie White.

Glauco White.

Daniel 'Danny' Darling-Cooper of Darling Coast.

Róisín 'Red' Hearts.

Zhu Yi-min (based on @queercendants ' naming post).

Arabella Athanasiou of Tirulia.

Melody Athanasiou of Tirulia.

More to be added if I can think of any more first and last names.

@cleverqueencommander thanks for the help coming up with Elle's new last name!

#descendants #disney descendants #disney #descendants au #melissa de la cruz #wicked world #disney descendants au #headcanons #canon revamp #canon? who's she?#etc

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zaptrap · 5 months

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(part 2)

redesigns of some old ocs! still kinda WIP but i like the direction they're heading. i don't really have in-depth lore/backstories yet but here's what ive got so far:

The Group:

A bunch of Serpentine who -through means unknown at this time- can shapeshift into humans... mostly. There's still some snake features but they can blend in well enough.

Each left or were banished from their respective tribes for one reason or another. Depending on timelines, the Merge may have further disconnected them from their tribes.

"Found family" but the family they found is a bunch of lunatics.

They all fall under that category of "is hundreds of years old, but look in their 20s" lmfao.

Dunno what they're up to in their day to day life besides eating and sleeping and avoiding arrest.

Xyla:

Anacondrai

Likes to toy with people, and LOVES messing with her friends but they're used to it for the most part.

Conveniently, uh, wasn't eaten by Pythor lmao. Maybe she was banished from the tribe before they were entombed.

Likes to hunt and eat people, but hates when it's called cannibalism cuz she's "technically a snake, sooo 😒"

Can turn invisible, which is very useful for the aforementioned hunting.

Not really into "normal" food can still consume it if necessary.

Most likely to get arrested, or would be if she couldn't turn invisible.

Bek (Honorable Mention):

Whatever species the Great Devourer was lmfao.

Peak emo boy vibes except he's legit insane. Was never part of a tribe.

Besties with Xyla. Might be besties with benefits, either way they're really close.

They're both wanted in at least 4 realms for an assortment of crimes (kidnapping people and eating them).

More of strict carnivore, gets sick if he has to eat non-meat too often.

2nd Most likely to get arrested.

Arabella:

Fangpyre

Not as openly antagonistic as Xyla, but can be a bitch when she wants to be.

Basically a vampire-idol LARPer, has an umbrella whenever the sun is out and can sing fairly well.

Is kinda frail/sickly. Not in the best physical condition. Likely abandoned by the other Fangpyre due to this.

Can turn people/objects into snakes via bite. Likes to threaten people with this to scare 'em off.

Likes ordering Goro around lmao, though it's usually simple stuff like errands or chores. They're best friends but...... complicated.

Picky eater, but likes candy and finger foods.

Least likely to get arrested 'cause she can just turn the cops into snakes lmfao.

Goro:

Constrictai

Left the tribe to be with Arabella. She helped him when they were kids and he latched onto her.

He's a little bit... extremely obsessed with everything about her in every way. They're inseparable (they should be separated).

Big puppy vibes but also rabid dog in certain scenarios (if something bad happened to Arabella). Clingly/Simpy/Spineless/you get the idea.

Would be shy/introverted otherwise.

Can burrow or constrict people.

Can and will eat trash, he doesn't give a shit.

Hasn't been arrested..... yet.

But yeah that's what I've got so far, lemme know what u think or if u have any questions !! There's a couple others a haven't really designed yet, but I'm still trying to figure out what I wanna do with 'em lmao.

#ninjago #my art #my ocs #talking #side note be wary when using 3D refs for poses cuz they can turn out kinda stiff lmfao #xyla looks fine but goro is REALLY awkwardly posed.........

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oh-dear-so-queer · 3 months

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Six months after the wedding, Arabella applied for an annulment to the marriage at the consistory court, claiming that her husband James was 'one of a double gender, an hermaphrodite'.

"Normal Women: 900 Years of Making History" - Philippa Gregory

#book quote #normal women #philippa gregory #nonfiction #wedding #annulment #james howard #amy poulter #arabella hunt #hermaphrodite #intersex

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baldurs-gape · 5 months

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Let Sleeping Bears Lie

Two centuries of being awake at night and resting during the day was a difficult habit to break. So it was no surprise really that, despite being able to enjoy the sun again, Astarion struggled with the whole sleeping or trancing at night business. It wasn't for lack of trying but the night was one of the few times he could be alone and be himself. Back with Cazador, when he was sent out to hunt, he could steal half an hour here or there to just be himself. Well, what he thought he used to be or should be. Now, he was on his best behaviour around camp, trying to minimise the others' exposure to his more vampiric side. Sure, they saw him fight, saw his teeth, saw him rip throats out but they'd never seen him hunt. Never saw him drain a creature of all blood and have it running down his chin as he sighed in relief at a full stomach. During the night, when the others slept, Astarion could drop all pretense of being anything but what he was comfortable with. Which made losing such precious and rare time very difficult. He'd rather be tired than go without those hours of peaceful existence.

Sometimes his stubbornness was a boon. Only because he was lying in his tent and relishing the freedom did he hear the pitiful snuffles of a child having nightmares. Of course it was that brat Halsin had dragged back to camp, Thaniel or whatever his name was. Personally, Astarion didn't understand why half the camp was so keen to take in every stray and pitiful case they came across. Even Withers had Arabella which was just absurd. Yet there they were, in the middle of a fight for their very existence and playing happy families. Still, Astarion was no monster. Well, not in that sense. He'd had more than his fair share of nightmares and didn't wish for anyone to suffer them if they didn't have to. The whimpering persisted as Halsin and the rest of the camp slept through the noises. It was just as well Astarion was awake, if someone had come to rob their camp, they would all be useless.

Perhaps he'd grown soft though, because on the next pathetic cry, he was up and out of the tent. There was Halsin, as a bear, sprawled on his side while Thaniel cuddled up to him. His little face was scrunched up with fear, a couple of tears had excaped his lashes and were trickling towards Halsin's fur. It was a truly sad sight and Astarion barely held back fom rolling his eyes.

"Hush now," he murmured as he approached on silent feet. As much as he looked down on Halsin for taking on the responsibility of a child yet failing on something as basic as comforting them after a nightmare, Astarion couldn't just stand back and let it all play out. Crouching down, he gently woke Thaniel. "It was just a dream. Come on."

Picking the boy up was laughably easy. Astarion settled him on his hip in one swift motion. The growl from near his feet was unexpected, as was the sudden cold pain of claws slicing through him from thigh to ribcage. Staggering back a step, Thaniel dropped from his arm as Astarion stared at Halsin whose face smoothed from enraged snarl to recognition.

The world toppled and spun until Astarion was blinking up at the night sky. A new kind of cold was seeping through him, it held odd echoes of the first time he died.

"-arion? Astarion?" Halsin's panicked voice was slow to filter in and Astarion had to really concentrate to understand what was being said. "I am so sorry. Thaniel was gone. I didn't know it was you! Shadowheart? Wake up! No, don't you dare go to sleep on me, Astarion."

Any other day, Astarion would have laughed at the jumble of words, made a quip about Halsin going in claws first and answers second, maybe some sexual innuendo too. As it was, all Astarion could think was that he'd only tried to be kind. And look at where it had got him. On his back once again. As more bodies bustled around him, potions were poured into his mouth and spells were forcing his body to knit back together, there was only one thought Astarion had: that was the last time he was ever going to try and help someone other than himself.

#astarion #halsin #bg3 astarion #bg3 halsin #bg3 #baldur's gate 3

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windflowerofskellige · 9 months

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The dust settles, the smoke has dissipated, and the rain is falling.

There is devastation on the young queen's face. There is not much to be done. The boys, surrounding her, surrounding them, they will never go home. They died for that home now under Nilfgaardian banner.

"We'll win it back," is all he can say.

Radovid's never been good at this comforting thing.

#radovid #witcher 3 #meda mods #radovid v #witcher oc #arabella of temeria #tw3 mods #radovid the fifth #radovid the stern #radovid v of redania #radobella #bellavid #arabella x radovid #radovid x arabella #the witcher 3 wild hunt #the witcher 3 #oc: arabella of temeria #tw3 screenshots #meda edits

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dark-elf-writes · 5 months

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The Dursleys would deserve whatever the party does.

Imagine little Harry learning music from Tav and how to use a sword from Lae’zel who finds herself healing a little from how she was taught in her childhood. Imagine Wyll, after someone figures out the prophecy because it’s Faerun and no doubt they’d run into some diviner or the such, carefully helping Harry learn to be more then just a hero like he had to learn to be more then a Duke’s son.

Jaheira smiling at the sight of Harry giggling as she thinks of her old friends. Halsin helping Harry with nature magic. Just… all of them working together to help raise this little boy.

Arabella before she leaves playing with Harry and pressing her ring into his hands.

(The Dream Visitor feels quieter now for some reason, Lily’s magic adding a layer of protection over them all. Family by blood and choice.)

They would. And their plans for the Dursleys get more and more involved as more of Harry’s previous life is found out. They are currently trying to convince Withers to keep bringing them back to life so they can keep murdering them over and over again. As time passes Withers is getting mrie and more willing to do so pro bono.

Harry with wide eyes and pure awe on his face the first time he hears Tav play the violin. Tav teaching him each night in camp, smiling as they see little fingers clumsily moving over the strings and not even wincing when the note devolves to a shriek when Harry loses proper form with the bow. (They didn’t realize how much they wanted this until they had it. Didn’t realize how much they had always wanted a child of their own that could grow happy and healthy away from the horrors of the Underdark)

Lae’zel feeling a warmth in her chest as Harry looks up at her with those wide green eyes, hanging off of her every word as she instructs him. He doesn’t cry when he is knocked down. She still makes sure to tend to any scrapes herself… just in case.

Wyll looking at this fated child (a future stolen before he was even born, bound by fate to sacrifice himself to end a monster — he sees the resemblance to stage even more) and deciding to teach him to spit in the face of fate. To hunt for every loophole he can. To live rather than die for the greater good.

(If Gale lingers a bit too close for those conversations Wyll doesn’t say anything. He knows he doesn’t need to.)

All of them sighing with fondness when Harry comes back with more and more wild pets (they should have expected it, really, after Tav brought back a dog and an owlbear) but the one that sticks closest to him is a beautiful snowy owl with far too intelligent eyes. If Halsin and Jaeira had t both interrogated her to make sure she wasn’t a Druid in disguise they would be more concerned.

Arabella feeling a bit of her grief ease as she plays with Harry. Feeling a bit more like herself rather than a wild thing with powers she doesn’t fully understand and untethered without her parents. It hurts more to leave, but she snakes sure to smile if only so Harry doesn’t cry.

Spoilers under the cut

God the Dream Visitor. They would have such a little hater in Harry after the end of Act Two. Particularly if Harry had been dragged into the chaos of the camp attack and saw Tav say they didn’t want it only for them to be “convinced” to take the space worm. Just a completely feral child who saw someone hurt their parent and no one seems to be doing anything about it.

(He doesn’t fully understand everything about the mindflayers and the parasites but what he does know is Tav looked scared in those last moments before they took the worm and he didn’t like it.)

Also the act three kidnapping who else could be taken other than Harry? And imagine just how feral Tav would get when their child is gone.

#the elf talks #harry potter #baldur's gate 3 #I have big emotions over that failed wis check

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broomsticks · 11 months

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fic rec list: some not-on-AO3 faves

[FFN] End of the Line by shewhoguards: King’s Cross afterlife fic. HP canon compliant, discworld crossover but no familiarity with that needed. ignore the summary, it’s not Snape-centric beyond the first of eight chapters. ensemble fic, featuring a number of characters who died in DH and before. remadora, marauders friendship (the peter bits are my favorite part!!), black sisters, crouch family.

[FFN] A Feast In Azkaban by Nyx Fixx. A canon compliant look at Sirius’s years in Azkaban and preceding backstory. Loved the prank HC and Bellatrix HC. Darkfic, CWs for incest, noncon, underage.

[forgiving-eyes] Le Tourbillon // 35k, E // Wolfstar, Jily, Prongsfoot, Lilypad, implied SiriReg. delicious debauchery, summer sexcapades, enjoy the ride :D

Also taking this as a sign to go read through the HP Beholder fics from a lifetime and a half ago. So far, have really enjoyed:

Cat Ladies // 2k, PG/T // Arabella/Dolores. epistolary!! postwar! dismantling preconceived notions, regret and redemption!

Come Back to Haunt You // 4k, T // Myrtle/McGonagall. intriguing, such lovely tension and pacing, and I always love the viscerality of a good 1POV

Lots of pre-AO3 livejournal fics to rec too: I’m most familiar with the wolfstar folks remuslives23 and musesfool, and also the snapecase fest!

There’s also Fiction Alley’s archive, which has a bunch of classic Wolfstar, like ignipes’ Man-Eaters of Kumaon - lost years Remus monster hunt angst — and KabeyK’s Dating Disasters of Sirius Black - a once upon a time ship classic!

Some more wolfstar authors on FFN recced by a friend on the ship server (thanks julai!!)

oony

Children of the Shadows

DragonDi

please feel free to reblog with specific recs or links to more fics hosted outside of AO3!

#wolfstar #hp femslash #fic rec list

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transbookoftheday · 1 year

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Trans Books To Read If You Love "Bridgerton"

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Lady Agnes is a scandal, thanks to her sister’s marriage to a prizefighter. Or rather, she should be, but as a charitable spinster-to-be, she remains firmly invisible, even to those she loves. Always dutiful, Lady Agnes should be the toast of her family, but only if she marries well. Finding the prospect of wedding a man unpalatable, Lady Agnes cannot be the social savior of her sister. Suddenly, receiving attentions from the unpredictable and surprisingly resourceful Mr. Jack Townsend, Lady Agnes finds herself believing he might love her and not her dowry. After being overlooked for so long, can she believe he cares for her, or is she a means to an end as her family insists? Jack About Town is London’s best Finder of Lost Things. What few realize is that Jack transcends the spheres of men and women, existing as both, or perhaps neither, sex. True, his most lucrative finds are pornographic artifacts for rich toffs. But now he has found Lady Agnes, a meticulous, generous, knock-down incredible lady who wears men’s boots. Best of all, Lady Agnes accepts him in his entirety—a jewel so rare that even Jack is surprised he could find it. When Jack is commissioned to steal from Lady Agnes’s cousin, can Jack find a way to prove his love and still earn the money he needs to protect himself and his home?

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