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silversiren1101 · 1 year

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For the sensory prompt, The moment when reality starts to make sense again?

You didn't specify who and so Shelyn was invited to zap me with the most explosive idea. I cannot stress that I've been thinking of this for like a week now.

TW: Blood and canon-typical violence from a child's perspective.

Everyone say hello to Jesyll.

WHAT IT MEANS TO BE BRAVE - PART 1

She can't move. Her arm and leg hurts and she's scared, but she can't move. Her father told her to stay hidden and though she usually loves trying his patience, it's the last thing she could ever do right now. She likes to see him annoyed because he hardly reacts to much anything else but right now he's on the ground and has been for too long and there's blood and she's scared.

She peeks out from the broken street-level window of the basement he'd shoved her into when the monsters had appeared around them and while she knows it's a good thing the monsters haven't moved or gotten up, she doesn't know why her father hasn't either. He's facing away where he’s lying so she can't see his face but she can see his tattered purple cloak starting to turn red and she doesn't know what to do. He'd told her to hide. He'd told her to stay quiet and not come out until he came for her but he never did. Her little mind blurs his face from the memory even though it was only just minutes ago, keeping her from seeing just how scared he had looked, for just a second, because he never looked scared ever and so she simply just can't remember it that way no matter how recent it was.

Dad didn't get scared. Not like that.

Still, she knew to listen this time because she'd messed up by grabbing that whatever it was that'd brought them here and those monsters had appeared so suddenly after. Everything was bigger than they were as gnomes and that wouldn't ever change no matter how old she got, but the monsters were bigger than even Uncle Trever and so she'd known to listen to her father just this once. She'd hid among those dusty crates, hands planted over her ears to keep out the noises of the monsters and her father fighting them, her tail curled around her in a tight hug... but it'd been quiet for too long and he hadn't come to get her afterward like he said he would.

Now, she looks out across the cobblestones level with her golden eyes, so much like his, where she's perched on a stack of crates she'd scraped herself climbing up and she doesn't know why he isn't getting up. Why? He's strong! Not as strong as Mom, she knows that, but he's a hero and can do anything. That's not his blood coming out of his armor, its the monsters’! It has to be the monsters’.

Big tears burn at her eyes like Mom’s gotten soap in them again during bath time, and her lip wobbles but she dares not make a sound. Even as she wants to call out for him, she can't, terrified that if any sound comes out more of those monsters will appear and she doesn't know what will happen then. He'd told her to stay quiet and hidden and it may be the first time she does exactly what he wants without being difficult.

All she can do is sink to her knees, quiet as a mouse despite how much she’s shaking and how badly she wants to cry out for him and her mother. Where is she? Why hasn’t she come to save them yet? She knows Mom is away, in some other city or country doing her job talking to people, but she also knows Mom can appear wherever she wants, so why hasn't she come yet? Mom is stronger than anything and she knows Mom can fix this and get them home and she can forget this happened and be back to pulling at her father's cloak and hiding his reports and quill and annoying him like she loves to do so much... Dad can call for Mom whenever he wants in his head and right then little Jesyll tries her hardest to do it too but she doesn't know how. She might not be able to make a single peep right there as she huddles against the cellar wall on that splintered crate, but in her head she's crying loudly, screaming for her mother to appear and save them both.

It's too silent and still, no matter how loudly her thoughts cry. The place they'd appeared in doesn't seem to have any people around and no one comes down into the basement wondering why she’s there or out into the street. It looks like a town, or was one, but there's no one else here and the buildings are falling apart and it's so quiet. If only she hadn't taken that whatever it was from his hands, but she'd been so curious and he wouldn't let her see it. She'd done it anyway because she liked doing the opposite of what he said and then everything had gone bright with light and it'd felt like her stomach had fallen right out of her to the floor before she'd blinked away the bright spots in her eyes to see they weren't in their castle anymore but this new place.

Then the monsters showed up. So big, with massive wings and horns and covered in fire and red skin like a lizard's... Not dragons. Something else, standing on two legs like a person but with such a mean look on their faces. Dad seemed to recognize what they are.

Was that why he'd been so scared? No! He hadn't been scared... he hadn't...

She hugs her knees tightly and wraps her tail around them, hugging herself because no one else is here to. What is she supposed to do? She's only six and she's so small. She couldn’t even drag Dad to the safety of this basement if she could work up the courage to. She could barely climb up these crates and even then she'd hurt herself doing that - tearing up her clothes and getting splinters and scrapes in her skin. Her knee is bleeding and she can see some old wood has cracked through some of her periwinkle scales and she wonders if mama will be upset about that too and her clothes and the thought only makes her more scared and upset. She’s messed up so bad this time and she can’t fix it. Her father is hurt and it’s her fault. She’s hurt and it’s her fault. Her mom and dad are strong heroes, why isn’t she too? She tries again and again to think of her hands wielding light and magic or anything she's seen her parents do but nothing happens. The helplessness and regret is so unfair and terrifying but she doesn’t have the words for it at this young age.

All she knows is that she’s messed up and she can’t do anything about it even as much as she wants to. She can only cry silent tears and hug herself on that crate too afraid to do anything else, her little fingers anxiously plucking at the feathers on her tail tip the same color as her mother's.

In reality, only a few minutes pass, but for a child who has only been around so long, time passes slowly compared to an adult. Each minute is precious and long, though in this case, her mother thinks the same as her and feels the weight of every minute passing with despair. Only when the ten minute mark hits—how long a teleportation spell takes to cast—after her and her father were brought here does she suddenly feel that popping in her ears and the feeling like a breeze around and in her, and she recognizes that telltale sign she associates with Mom coming home. She doesn't pull herself to her feet to look back out the window but she can hear it her just fine… and it makes her hug herself and curl up harder.

Mom cries out and it sounds so scared and sad and angry. There’s a heavy thud of metal against stone and then metal against metal and Jesyll can hear her mom’s voice through the broken glass of the window.

"—No! No, no, no, no, no! Wake up dear, please! Wake up! I've got potions, it's going to be okay. Please just—!”

She hears what sounds like the start of a sob but it cuts off early. Another bolt of fear cuts through her as she worries more of those monsters have appeared and will put her mother on the ground now too and she's too scared to stand up and see, because what if they hear? What if—

"Jess!" Mom calls out instead, but still she's too scared to let go of where she's hugging her knees and come out. "Jess, please! Where are you?! Jesyll! Mama's here, please come out! Please!”

Her mother says it’s okay but she hears the fear in her voice and can’t move. She’s still so scared, and hearing Mom so upset about Dad who she still hasn’t heard say anything at all reminds her that this is her fault. For the first time ever, Mom might actually be mad at something she’s done and for some reason that's what keeps her frozen still even though all she wants is to be held and to go home.

Dad doesn’t get scared, but he did this time. Mom doesn’t get upset, but she is right now.

None of it makes any sense, and Jesyll doesn’t know what to do. This is all so much. She just wants to undo what can’t be undone and she wants to open her eyes to find she’s asleep in bed or on the couch in her father’s study or the one in her mother’s music room.

She especially doesn’t know what to do as a pink glow pierces through her eyes squeezed shut, and she opens them to find she is still very much in that dusty basement but now she’s glowing with the same light that sometimes appears in her mother’s eyes when she’s doing magical things. She raises her little arms to look at the glow only to cringe as her elbow shoots a spike of pain through her and it hurts like when she fell out of that tree and fell on her arm a few months ago. A whimper escapes and she clamps her other hand over her mouth in terror because the cellar door at the top of the stairs suddenly opens and she just knows it’s another monster and it’s going to hurt her because her mom has to save dad too and she doesn’t know where she is—

“Jess!” Her mom’s voice cries out in relief. “Jess, baby!”

Footsteps thud heavily as Mom practically leaps down the stairs, and Jesyll realizes it’s not just because she’s in her armor but because dad is slung over her shoulder too. Her teary golden eyes move from the relief on her mother’s face, to the matted red patch in her father’s purple and silver hair next to it, and then to the eye.

She can’t help but press herself flat against the wall on impulse. It’s always creeped her out, the eye in the center of her mom’s magic crown. Her mother rarely makes it appear, usually only when she’s done something bad and needs to know the truth she won’t tell them. The eye in the center follows her without blinking and she’s cried from it a few times because of how creepy it is being beneath its gaze, and this time is no exception.

A little sob escapes her even as happy as she is to see her mom because she knows she’s messed up and the crown is out too so she definitely has messed up. She can see her father covered in blood and laying so limply and she knows Mom is angry at her and he is going to be so angry too and the thought of it scares her somehow more then the monsters. They don’t get mad at her, only annoyed.

But they don’t show fear or upset either, and she’s learning all too much and fast at once that that isn’t the case at all anymore.

Her mom stops as she sees her react, and her expression changes from relief to something like sadness or hurt that only makes Jesyll feel worse. Mom’s lips open slightly as she hesitates mid reach for her, but then the pink glow fades as the crown does too, taking the scary eye with it. Her mother slowly crouches and lays her father on the ground and he looks so pale which she knows is bad for their kind and she can’t help but gush another wave of tears at that. Her face hurts as it screws up from the fear and how hard she’s trying to keep the sobs at bay but suddenly there are hands there wiping at her wet scaled cheeks and pulling her in close, and she falls apart all at once sobbing loudly into her mother’s neck and crying out mama over and over again.

She tries to throw her hands around her mother’s neck only to whine in pain again and her hurt arm to fall limp. All she wanted to do was put her hands in Mom’s soft neck feathers! She cries louder, and she feels her mom tense and hears her breath hitch upon her whimpering before a fresh chorus of reassuring shooshing tries to drown out her sobbing. She holds her and presses their cheeks together, letting their scales—Mom’s opal ones and her periwinkle ones—slide against each other as Jesyll feels fingers thread into her neck feathers instead.

“Jess”, Mom starts, and she notices how strange she sounds. Her mother sounds serious in a way she’s rarely heard before, the sadness and fear completely gone now. How did she do that? More of those powers she didn’t seem to have despite being her kid. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you, I just had to find you. I know you don’t like it when mama brings out her crown but—”

She’s pushed away slightly so Mom can look into her eyes and there’s such a determined and brave look on her face, and she knows this is the hero people have always told her her mom is. Those violet eyes are no longer glowing bright pink but their normal color, and there’s a smear of blood on her scaled cheek that makes Jesyll wonder if there’s blood on hers, but still there’s such a feeling of ‘hero’ to her and Jesyll feels a little bit of awe. Her mom wipes away at her little eyes again and leans forward to press a kiss to her forehead like she often does and it’s like a bit of comfort transfers from her lips right down to Jesyll’s stomach. Mom hugs her with her lips still to her head before drawing away again to look eye to eye, making Jesyll feel strange—it’s the same look Mom gives to people like Uncle Yaker when they’re talking about important, adult things.

“It’s going to be okay, okay? I promise it is.” Her mom speaks to her too like she’s a big responsible adult and Jesyll doesn’t get it. She’s so scared. “Mama has to do a few more scary things to make that happen and she needs you to be brave right now. Both of us need you to be brave.”

She stares at her mom and then down at her father on the floor who is breathing so heavily and still hasn’t woken up. Be brave? Doesn’t Mom know she doesn’t have any powers like them? She can’t be a hero or brave. How can she be a hero when Dad was supposed to be one too and he’s so hurt right now!

She starts to shake her head and bites at her lip before crying again in earnest. “I can’t! I’m sorry, Mom, I can’t!”, she blubbers through another wave of ugly, wet sobs. “I’m not like you and Dad! I can’t do what you do no matter how hard I try! I tried to call for you and tried magic but nothing works! I cant! I can’t!”

Mom keeps staring at her, and she expects her to get angry and for the crown to reappear because Jesyll does want to help and do what she’s told this time but she just can’t and she’s not sure if Mom understands that. But Mom, of all things, gives her a slight smile. There’s such warmth and love in her pretty violet eyes as she wipes at her tears again and Jesyll then feels her mother’s tail, so much bigger and thicker, coil with hers where it’s hanging off the crate. It squeezes tightly and holds them together like when they’re walking someplace as other moms do with their kids’ hands, because she’s too small and Mom too big to hold her hand without hunching—something only they can do.

“Oh, Jess… of course you can be brave. You can do what we can because you’re our little girl, you just need to know the secret.”

Her chin lifts at that. There was a secret this entire time? Why hadn’t they told her! She could have helped with the monsters if she had known before! Maybe Dad wouldn’t have gotten so hurt if she could have helped him!

“What…”, she wipes at her tears with the back of her little fist and sniffles. “What’s the secret?”

Mom lets go of where she’s holding her cheeks and reaches down to the pouches around her waist. She pulls from one a vial filled with red liquid, and Jesyll recognizes it immediately as a healing potion. She’d had to take one after hurting her arm from that tree and it’d tasted awful and made her gag but it’d made the pain go away and her arm work again.

“First, I need you to take this”, her mom says as she uncorks it and offers it to her.

Jesyll’s gaze falls down to Dad and her mom reads her thoughts right then and there. “Dad is going to be fine, okay? I have more, so don’t worry. I just can’t take care of him until I know you’re okay and you’ve become brave for us.”

Her golden eyes go wide. There’s no way he is going to be fine! There’s red spreading across the floor and he would’ve woken up by now, otherwise! She starts to argue but Mom cuts her off with a sharpness in her voice that startles her.

“Don’t! Argue with me on this one, Jesyll! Not this!”

Jesyll goes stiff. Her mother has never spoken to her so sharply before. She’s never been looked at so sternly before by her either. She knows immediately, just like when her father told her to hide and stay quiet, that she has to listen.

Mom’s nostrils flare as she breathes in deeply and closes her eyes for a moment. When they open again, she looks at her with that heroic warmth again and Jesyll looks at her amazed. How does she do that?

“Please, Jess. Take this potion, for both of us. I can see your arm and knee are hurt. I can carry your father but I can’t carry you too, so I need you to be able to walk on your own.”

She needs little more convincing, and the potion bottle ends up empty on the floor shortly later as her mother carefully watches her knee and arm while the warmth spreads out from her tummy. Mom gently squeezes at both and nods in approval as Jesyll feels nothing, just like that time before. Numb. Walking will be funny but she can do it.

She nods right back at her mom, who smiles a little wider and exposes one of her sharp fangs.

“Are you sure you need to know the secret? You’re already being so brave for me right now.”

Is she? She fiddles with the hem of her shirt. She still wants to know. She needs to be strong for both Mom and Dad and if she knew the secret then she could do that whenever they needed it.

“Mama… please… I want to help.” Her voice is small and it makes her mom press her lips together and stifle that proud smile with a sad one. “But… help Dad first?”

Mom’s eyes widen, before she sighs and squeezes their tails together. “You really are my brave little girl, Jess.”

Their tails stay twined as Mom sinks to the floor, withdrawing another potion from her pouches before she pulls Dad up into her lap with a sound of metal and metal as their armor scrapes together. Jesyll can see much better now the pain on his face and the blood all over him, coming from his nose and some gashes across his cheek and it looks so painful. What had those monsters done to him? She’d never seen her father look like this before, almost always so stern, just a little softer when with her or Mom or, rarely, so rarely, mischievous when she catches him in the right mood and he turns her pranks back on her. It makes her scared to see him this way; how can she be brave when Dad was like this and he was so much stronger than she was?

Mom uncorks the potion and slowly pours it into his mouth, and Jesyll expects him to open his eyes but the only thing that happens is a low, weak sounding groan as he shifts slightly. The bloody marks on his cheek barely close. No! She knew taking her potion was a bad idea. He needed both of them and she had only gotten a little scraped up! A whining whimper escapes from her throat and her mother’s eyes snap back up and meet hers with that heroic determination.

“He will be fine, okay? I’m going to take us some place safe and he’s going to be healed, but it takes time for me to cast the spell so it’s time to be brave.”

Even with the secret she’s not sure if she can be and she feels those tears coming back hotter and stingier than before. She starts to sniffle and it’s so hard to breath and she tries to swallow down air but then Mom’s hands are on her face again and she’s shooshing her and kissing her forehead again and then there’s that pink light in her eyes and at the tips of Mom's bloodied fingers.

And she suddenly feels… calmer, as her mother finishes whispering something she doesn’t realize is a spell—and her mother meanwhile swallows down the despair of casting Greater Heroism on a child so very young and should never be in a situation where it’s necessary but what is she supposed to do? She has to be brave.

Both of them have to be.

Jesyll stops crying and looks around, feeling just… calm. She should be scared and she’s not happy so she kind of just feels nothing at all, like the potion had made her hurting arm and knee numb but not normal. It's strange. Not good. Not bad. She doesn't need to cry anymore though and her Mom squeezes her tight for a few moments longer. Only then does she notice the blood on her mother's hands and she wonders if it's all over her face too now but she doesn't ask, because Mom pulls away and looks at her with that sad smile again despite the heroic look in her eyes.

“Okay, baby. You want to know the secret to being brave? To being a hero like me and Dad?”

Jesyll nods, eyes opened wide but otherwise stays quiet aside from sniffling at the wetness uncomfortable still in her nose.

Her mom takes a deep breath, and then says with the a great seriousness as if telling the most important secret in the world: “You just wait to cry until it’s all over.”

...Jesyll doesn’t understand. How is that being brave? She thought brave heroes just didn’t cry at all, that being brave meant not getting scared or upset or sad. She must’ve made a funny face because her mom pinches her cheek and tries to smile but it looks wrong. It’s not a real smile.

“You don’t believe me? Well, every time something scary or bad happens, you ask me how I don’t get upset or cry. Right?”

She nods, because it's true. She always wonders how Mom and Dad both stay so calm when she gets hurts or something happens.

Her mom reaches up and cards some of her bright purple hair where it’s fallen into her face back behind her ears, careful with the feathers she has there where her mother doesn’t.

“I do, Jess. I do cry and get angry and sad. I just hold it in until it’s over. I make sure everyone is safe and everything is fixed, and then I cry after, usually in the bath or in my room. That’s being brave.”

Jesyll is quiet for a moment. She thinks on what her mother has just told her, still not sure if she's being told the truth.

“…It is?” She asks quietly, and her voice sounds weirdly flat because she herself feels flat too.

“It is”, her Mom reassures her. “So… can you do that for me? Be calm and help me until we’re safe and Dad is okay?”

She thinks she can, and Mom kisses her again and squeezes her tail when she nods.

“Thank you, Jess. I know you can do it. You’re our girl after all.”

That makes a funny feeling in her tummy and she finds herself smiling back somehow. Yeah, she can do this! She is their kid and they’re heroes! She can be brave! She can help!

Her mom stands then and their tails slip out of each other, which she doesn’t like but she doesn’t say anything about it now. She’ll be brave and tell her mom later that she wanted to keep them together. Instead, she quietly watches as her mom sits back down on the floor, where she takes one of Dad’s hands in hers and kisses it even though it still has armor on. Jesyll hears her whisper something but not clear enough to understand what, only that Mom looks at Dad so warmly and sadly even though he can’t see it.

“I’m going to get us out of here," Mom says a little louder then, and she realizes Mom is talking to her now before she looks her way and confirms it. “I can’t pay attention to what might be outside while I cast the spell, so I need you to keep a look out and shake me if you see anything. It’s going to take ten minutes, which feels like a long time, but it’ll be over before you know it.”

Is ten minutes a long time? She doesn't know, but she believes her mom on this one that it'll be over soon and then they'll be in a place where they can both cry together. Still, she nods frantically at her ask, because looking out a window is something she can definitely.

Jesyll quickly stands back up only to sway as her numbed knee buckles. Her mother nearly leaps up to catch her, but Jesyll throws her little hands up and rushes to proclaim: “I’m okay! I’m brave! It doesn’t hurt!”

Mom hesitates before smiling again, but the pain in her eyes doesn't escape Jesyll's notice. She notes to be even braver, because mama needs it. Her little hands grab at the edge of the window frame for support as she begins her watch, but not before asking where they’re going.

“…We’re going to visit Uncle Daeran.”

#silversirenwrites #oc: minovae arangeir #regill derenge x minovae arangeir #oc: jesyll #work: what it means to be brave #tw: injury #gnomes supposedly don't mature until 40 years old but im not going to figure that out for this piece lmao #imagine just a human 6 year old please #how many pit fiends can Regill take on at once? 3 if it means protecting his kid

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purplegn0mes · 2 years

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Juliet: *very pregnant, walking down the stairs*

Gnomeo, waving his arms: keep going, down here Juliet, watch out everyone!

Juliet: I’m a pregnant woman, not a plane coming in for landing.

#let’s assume gnomes can get pregnant #or that this is them as humans #the latter is more likely lol #gnomeo and juliet #incorrect quotes #incorrect gnomeo and juliet quotes #juliet #gnomeo #gnomeo x juliet #source: full house

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escapistcatontheinternet · 2 months

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i love the extras of dungeon meshi in how it fleshes out the world because they make it so much more evident how race affects every part of the story while avoiding the zootopia racism problem. like obv a main theme of the story is like, humanity and desire, 'to eat is to live', etc, but since the majority of it takes place in the dungeon isolated from society and thru the lens of laios, the racial aspects play out more like shadows on a wall for most of the story.

then in the extras we get comics like this

which at a glance fleshes out the racial aspects via a character explaining the racial rules of universe - humans have x amount of bones, while orcs and kobolds have more. however, if u take it less straightforwardly, it points out how the concept of 'human' is a constructed concept in the world. the fact that there are different categories of human in different parts of the world based off of what types of humanoids occur there is already a demonstration of this. in response, the bones explanation seems to kabru and the characters as an objective way of measuring humans vs nonhumans.

but obv, when the culture was deciding what humanoids were humans and nonhumans, they weren't blindly analyzing skeletons and then deciding. just visually, one can glean that orcs and kobolds look less like the ingroup of tallmen, elves, dwarves, gnomes, etc. the bones explanation appears as a justification for that immediate prejudice under a scientific guise - I'm sure that one could come up with the same number of physical differences between a gnome and an elf that they would find between a tallman and an orc. it sounds a lot better to say 'well, an orc has 230 bones while a human has 206' then 'well, an orc looks ewwww yucky yucky to me while a human looks normal'.

and what i like abt the comic is that the characters take the explanation at face value for the most part. when a contradiction is brought up in the oni, kabru can neatly slot them into the predetermined number of bones framework. bc that's kinda how it works irl - there r cultural prejudices that we can posthumously justify, and if we find something outside of it, we can twist it to fit into our predetermined binary. however, since the reader does not live in a world where there are orcs and kobolds to be prejudiced against, we can see that flaw in the cultural logic. when the party encounters the orcs, the number of bones has no bearing on their humanity. They r shown to be cliquish and distrusting of outsiders, but not any more than the elves are later in the story.

tldr dungeon meshi worldbuilding is so good

#just me #dungeon meshi #kabru #there r 10000000 examples of how fantasy racism affects the story of dungeon meshi not brought up in the main story #like namaris backstory and chilchucks union and the oni #augh. tasty manga #girls when themes of social isolation #ppl talk Abt the neurodivergent rep/allegory #the racial allegories aren't half bad either #social isolation guys social isolation

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dunmeshistash · 28 days

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Dungeon Meshi Human Interracial offspring (Mostly Spoiler Free)

As you might know, in Dungeon Meshi "human" is a term that refers to not only "tallman" (the equivalent of our world humans) but also Half-Foots, Ogres, Dwarves and Elves.

Besides the weird bone counting classification Kabru made I think one of the defining "human" aspects might be being able to have offspring with each other (unclear if that's possible at all between human and demi-human).

That said the Adventurer's Guide has some information about it that I wanted to share.

First, Humans in dungeon meshi are divided between short and long lived races, those are:

Long Lived Human Races:

Elf

Dwarf

Gnome

Short Lived Human Races:

Tallman

Half-foot

Ogre

As a general rule mixed offspring seems to be infertile but there's some exceptions.

Confirmed mixed race offspring that can leave descendants (Fertile offspring):

Tallman x Half-Foot

Tallman x Ogre

Dwarf x Gnome

An easy chart with the info! (It's not that complicated but its easier for me to see like this) (edit: added info what mixes have confirmed and speculated characters)

Seems like short-lived species can only have fertile offspring with each other and the same for long lived. Although there's no information about elves being able to have them with any other races, maybe because they live so much more than the other long-lived species (400 vs 200 & 240)

There's also no information about Ogres with Half-foot but I don't imagine the logistics to produce offspring would work there 😳

Another thing is that the Adventurer's Bible describes that the tallman have had an explosive growth due to having fertile offspring with half-foot and Ogres , so I wonder if that means their offspring are tallman too? Or are they still half-half-foot (a funny name) and half-Ogre? Unclear!

some of the confirmed mixed characters:

Corpse Retriever Leader - Half-Dwarf (Dwarf x Tallman)

Corpse Retriever Priest - Half-Gnome (Gnome x ? [Probably Tallman])

Fionil - Half-Elf (Elf x ? [Probably Tallman])

For the chart I added them as confirmed half-tallman due to their height/looks, I'm just being overzealous here.

Speculated mixed from the race portraits

In order: Half-Foot page: possibly half-dwarf | Elf Page: possibly half-foot or gnome mix | Dwarf page: possibly half-gnome.

Sources and Spoilers Bellow the cut

From the page about tallman in the adventurer's bible (p134)

From the page about dwarves in the adventurer's bible (p140)

From the page about Ogres in the adventurer's bible (p140)

Page about 'other characters' (p098)

Fionil Profile (p096)

Spoiler And ofc I did not forget Marcille! I just don't want to tag this as spoilers since that would be pretty much the only spoiler

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transformerartem · 2 years

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Surly and Chloe (Gnome Alone)🐿️😍❤️

#gnome alone #the nut job #surly #chloe #chloe gnome alone #surly the nut job #new relationship #human and squirrel #surly x chloe #chloe x surly

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freestyle-crocodile-trashpile · 4 months

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Love

Summary:Astarion saw how much his plan worked, and now, he can't help but regret it

Type:Scenario:Angst:Astarion X M!Reader

Version:Bg3

The plan was simple, seduce the big man in charge, make him fall in love with you, take control over him, and don't fall in love. But now, as Astarion stars at Tav, at You. He can't help but freeze. You stand infront of him with the biggest look of love anyone has ever looked at him with, handing him a beautiful and rare flower that could only be found in the deepest of caves in faerun, while covered in blood and dirt and cuts. You found it, for him. It was truly beautiful. As Astarion took it, you smiled at him, gently brushing some hair behind his ear before withdrawing your hand and apologizing for your messied appearance before leaving.

Astarion watched as you walked away, this not believing you went through one of the toughest caves just to get him a flower. Why? You wanted to surprise him, give him something no one ever though to get him. And you did. But you also gave him rings, and daggers, and food, and shelter, and love. So much fucking love.

And what does he give you in return? Nothing. Because he manltpuled you, got you on his side so he wouldn't have to worry. He's given you nothing, yet you give him everything. You even offered to kill people so he could taste the blood of a human, or elf, or drow, or gnome. You wanted to see him happy, and he wanted to see you fall to his wim.

But now? Now he's not so sure, he's been feeling things....been wanting more than sex from you, he wants to be held by you, to be kissed and loved. And he wants to love you back. But everything is screaming at him to not fall for you, it goes against his instinct, his very being.

Does it though? Now he has a chance to make it right! No, no, he can't, he'd hurt you too much if you knew the truth. Be just has to tough it out until he can break up with you...if he can bring himself to do it. You just have to stop being so...

Caring

[A/n:I hope you enjoyed]

#x male reader #x reader #bg3 x male reader #bg3 x tav #bg3 x reader #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 astarion x reader #bg3 astarion x tav #bg3 astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion x male reader #astarion

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spacebarbarianweird · 6 months

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Astarion Headcanons

Inbox is open for requests.

General Headcanons

Settling Down together after the game events

Bigger Tav x Astarion

Nightmares

Astarion makes a wedding dress for Tav

Astarion having sensitive ears

Dancing Headcanon

Ressurected Astarion Part 1

Ressurected Astarion Part 2

Astarion's twin brother

Widower Astarion

Tav is a cat owner

Astarion Can Purr Headcanons

Astarion x Big-Breasted Tav

Astarion and you are going to the Lliira's Night Festival

Astarion Pre-vampirism HCs

Astariox x Big\Soft tummied Tav

Taking care of their sick partner

SA victim Tav

M!Tav CSA victim

Dadstarion Headcanons

Boy Dad Astarion

Pregnant Tav

Astarion has a kid with Gnome!Tav

Astarion's half-elf daughter

Batstarion Headcanons

Batstarion

Batstarion is learning how to fly

Giving bath to Batstarion

NSFW Headcanons

Astarion x Big-Breasted Tav NSFW

Astarion x Small-Breasted Tav NSFW

Bigger Tav x Astarion NSFW

Batstarion Naughty Headcanons

Astarion x Tiefling!Tav (NSFW)

Astarion x Wizard!Tav NSFW

Astarion x Rogue!Tav NSFW

Astarion x Drow!Tav NSFW

Astarion x Changeling!Tav NSFW

Astarion x f!Gnome!Tav NSFW

Astarion x Tav With Health Related Conditions

Astarion x Autistic!Tav

Astarion x Blind!Tav

Astarion x Chronic Pain!Tav

Astarion x Mute Tav

Astarion x Tav Who Has to Cover Her Face

Astarion x Depressed!Tav

Astarion x Anxiety Disorder!Tav

Astarion x Chronically ill !Tav

Astarion x Deaf!Tav

Tiefling Tav with Ehlers-Danlos syndrome Astarion x Tav with Raunaud Syndrome

Astarion x Tav with Auditory Processing Disorder

Astarion x Custom Race!Tav Headcanons

Astarion x Tiefling!Tav

Astarion x Mephistopheles!Tiefling!Tav

Astarion x Dragonborn!Tav

Astarion x High Elf! Tav

Astarion x Gnome!Tav

Astarion x Dhampir!Tav

Astarion x f!Drow!Tav

Astarion x m!Drow!Tav

Astarion x Drider!Tav

Astarion x Half-Orc!Tav

Astarion x Wood Elf!Tav

Astarion x Curvy F!Human Tav

Astarion x Werewolf!Tav

Astarion x Changeling!Tav p.1

Astarion x Changeling!Tav p.2

Astarion x Changeling!Tav p.3

Astarion x Protector Aasimar!Tav

Astarion x Scourge Aasiamar!Tav

Astarion x Fallen Aasimar!Tav

Astarion x Eladrin!Tav

Astarion x Gur!Tav

Astarion x Fire Genasi Tav

Astarion x Custom Class!Tav Headcanons

Astarion x Barbarian!Tav

Astarion x Wizard!Tav

Astarion x Bard!Tav

Astarion x Druid!Tav

Astarion x Spore Circle Druid!Tav

Astarion x Ranger!Tav

Astarion x Drakewarden!Tav (Ranger subclass)

Astarion x Cleric of Selûne! Tav

Astarion x Cleric of Latander!Tav

Astarion x Cleric of Bahamuth!Tav

Astarion x Rogue!Tav

Astarion x Monk!Tav

Astarion x Draconic Bloodline Sorcerer!Tav

Astarion x Shadow Sorcerer!Tav

Astarion x Blood Hunter!Tav

Astarion x Archfey Warlock!Tav (Patron Niitra Siotta)

Astarion x The Great Old One Warlock!Tav (Patron Zargon)

Astarion x Fighter!Tav

Astarion x Paladin of Ilmater!Tav

Astarion x Artificer!Tav

Astarion x Custom Background!Tav Headcanons

Astarion x Noble!Tav

Astarion x Noble Elf!Tav

Astarion x Pirate!Tav

Astarion x Feylost!Tav

Astarion x Durge

Astarion x Redeemed Durge

Astarion x Evil Durge

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essentiallyleaf · 8 months

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day 07. public sex. with. soojin, zoa.

2388 words.

tags.

kinktober ‘23, idol x idol x male reader, reader has the tiniest hint of rizz, but is still a loser at heart, public sex, double blowjob, standing doggy, pussy eating, fingering, stand & carry, 1mg of rimming, very smut heavy, basically unedited, complete mess.

notes.

horny + tired sounds like a recipe for terrible writing. and i don’t really know if it is, since i basically haven’t read this back :] generically, leaf.

“I need this now” and “Take me here” might be the exact and only two sentences that could get you to do anything, anytime, anywhere. But that’s a hypothetical, and despite the inhibition of three Manhattans and a couple beers, castles in the sky crumble when you hear those exact words come out of those two’s sweetly curled and devilishly full and luscious lips in the middle of the dance floor.

You didn’t really know them that well. They go to the stationery shop you work at fairly frequently (every other Friday between 3 and 5 p.m., they usually hover around the notebook and colored pens sections, try a bunch of them out - like, sooo many, can they not recite the entire color palette by heart yet? - while laughing you can’t really tell at what, then come to the checkout with about exactly one sharpie and two big smiles, and then leave. What? No, you don’t remember them particularly more than any other customer. Why would you?), but you’d never really talked. That’s why you’re surprised when they approach you on a random Saturday night at the club, talking about which their favorite drinks solely based on color are and how, if bonsai are a thing, there must be a way to make humans exist in tiny, and what if they’re out there now, going around untying shoelaces and stealing any small item that falls to the ground? They don’t look drunk, they look happy, which is a different thing. Aren’t they just talking about gnomes, anyway (which, by the way, definitely exist)?

It’s not how they wear those good girl smiles a second before sandwiching you while dancing, their bodies pressed against yours. Soojin from behind, pawing at your pecs and slowly kissing your neck up to the back of your ear, Hyewon in front of you but facing away, her ass literally rubbing against your now visible erection while she takes your hands and moves them from her hips, to her exposed belly, up to her boobs.

It’s not how she turns her head to kiss you and that smile is still there, like she’s playing a game, like this is just harmless fun between friends. Yeah, friends, you think, until the deer eyed girl turns around to face the two of you, her hands reaching around you and landing on Soojin’s ass and switches from your mouth to hers. What made you think they were just friends again? You’d think of an answer, but you’re distracted by the older girl’s hand venture lower towards your dick, which she starts stroking through your pants.

It’s not even how the three of you (and you in particular) now look like a complete mess right in the middle of the club, your bodies rubbing on each other’s in feral hunger, your tongues entangling with burning lust. It’s really not that.

It’s how pairs of eyes turn towards that filthy scene. Initially just a couple passing peeks, then a few more, longer gazes, mixing aversion with slight arousal, until the whole club is aware of the tonguing, the groping and the humping. And while some of them walk away, the people who stay seem turned on by the scene, as if intoxicated by the scent of your libido.

It really should just be embarrassing for you. And at the start, it was. To be left open-mouthed in front of a live audience like a comically fat dead trout in a fishing contest while two, admittedly gorgeous, girls alternately brush, squeeze and hump your dick wasn’t exactly your proudest moment. But somehow, that embarrassment coexisted with a sense of excitement. And as the two keep making a toy for their pleasure out of you, the latter only grows stronger and ends up completely overpowering the former.

That’s why when Soojin asks “Wanna go to the bathroom?”, the only possible answer is “Why not here~?”

“There’s not enough space”

The crowd was in fact big and quite cramped around the three of you. You are left without choice as she takes you and Hyewon by the arm and leads you towards a small black door right by the bar.

The girls throw you into the wall and kneel in front of you before the door even closes. Four hands take your belt off, or rather attempt to for a while before getting it (it probably would have been easier if only one person did it, but you don’t dare suggest it), then pull your pants and your boxers down. You can still hear clearly not only the music, but every scream coming from the room you were just in (these walls suck, even for club bathroom standards).

Your cock, already erect thanks to the scene you three made back there, falls right in the middle of their expecting faces, and all they have to do is stretch their necks a little further to start sprinkling it with wet kisses and short licks and already causing you to shed some precum. They more or less intentionally happen to move towards your base and take a longer lick up to the tip of your dick, where they collect your nectar and meet in a French kiss. Actually, that’s not even a kiss, more like their tongues messily exchanging three people’s fluids while completely outside either’s mouths, and it looks fucking filthy.

Soojin is the first to wrap her lips around your head and start slowly but steadily bobbing, taking a slightly larger portion of you in her mouth each time. Hyewon, leaving no time wasted, travels further towards your balls, first getting them wet with her saliva, then alternatively taking one in her mouth and sucking it hungrily, seemingly having the time of her life. The older girl, despite the small size of her mouth, fits almost three quarters of your length in her cavern, even managing to keep herself there and brush the underside of your cock while sucking.

“Unnie, leave some for me!”

Soojin makes way for her friend/tongue buddy, who seems immediately much more feisty, though likely less experienced, sacrificing technique for power and a much faster pace. The older gathers Hyewon’s hair together in a makeshift ponytail and starts licking from her jaw and cheek to around her ear, while the younger, gifted with a bigger mouth, is basically already deepthroating you. You hold your hands around her head and push the last bit in, her eyes watering a little as you hold position for a good fifteen seconds. And, cut.

“You okay?”

“Fuck, that was fun!”

This deer eyed slut just deepthroated you without you batting an eye (well, you were quite lost in pleasure yourself, your eyes quite literally rolling to the back of your hair, but you know), and you’re surprised that she swears?

People could literally step into the bathroom at any point, but honestly, the thought is not even passing your mind. Actually, some might have even walked beside you while you were filling their mouths with your hardness, it’s honestly just too hard to pay attention to anything else, with these two. That’s why you can’t even fathom worrying about the rest of the people in the club, even with what happens next.

Soojin drops her jeans along with her light blue panties and sits on the long counter that connects all the sinks together, running along the entire length of the bathroom below the mirror, while Hyewon bends over in front of her, glancing at the other girl with a playful smile before feasting on her gorgeous pink pussy. You only need to get behind her, bunch her white tennis skirt up on her waist and pull her black panties down and to the floor. Her lips are fat, her slit clean and shiny. You look back at her underwear, and notice a wet patch in the center, not particularly small, either.

“Did you cum just by humping me back there?”

“Maybee~”

You hold your tongue out and take one long lick across her womanhood as she lets a moan out and into the older girl’s crotch. Her sweet scent, her soft texture, her perfect taste are- fuck it, you need your dick in that pussy. So stand up again, align yourself to her, and push it in.

Hyewon is tight, but even moreso, she’s warm. Her hole welcomes you like that’s all she was waiting for all night, like you’re her guest and she wants to make sure you know she prepared. And as you slowly thrust into her, making sure to use your hips to hit every little spot, every patch of her pussy, she lets a constant stream of guttural groans into the one she’s eating herself. Soojin can’t help but push the younger’s face into her crotch, stimulated not only by her tongue, taking trips now on her lips, now in her slit, now on top of her pink clit, but also by the vibrations of her lewd sounds, resonating in her cavern and expanding all over her body.

As you grip the girl’s asscheeks tightly, you start picking up the pace, but she immediately reaches a hand behind her and on your wrist. You slow down again, and her whimpers tell you that this is the rhythm she wants you to hold. In fact, her lower abdomen starts tensing up as a sign that her peak is near. She wants something else. She detaches from the older’s pussy, leaving her disappointed and cutely pouting, and takes small quick steps forward towards the counter, until her face is almost reaching the Soojin’s. She then zips her white top fully down. The older, in a better position to take care of it, gets the hint and rids herself of her top as well as her white strapless bra, leaving them beside one of the sinks. Hyewon takes a millisecond after that to attack her friend’s perfectly sized soft tits with her mouth and left hand, and her hole with her right.

The older is completely thrown off by the sudden initiative and the resulting pleasure it brings to her erogenous zones, and she starts moaning uncontrollably. The younger can’t hold it much longer. Her mouth leaves her friend’s boobs to meet her lips in another tongue filled spectacle. Two fingers from her right hand slide in and out of Soojin’s slit, while her thumb circles around her clit. The older’s also so close. But you’re the one who will make the final move.

You bend down towards Hyewon’s body, reach around and under her black one-shoulder top to feel and fondle her big fluffy mounds as you keep pumping your girth into her, and that ends her.

She washes your cock with the whirlwind of her juices while she contracts repeatedly around you and releases the lowest moan of the night. That in turn triggers her friend’s peak, in her case the liquid sprays on the younger’s hand and wrist and her hips buckle as she reaches to the mirror behind her for support.

Hyewon falls to her knees. Both girls are panting for oxygen, but the one you just fucked seems particularly spent from it.

“You good?”

She nods, and shows you her index finger: “One second”

You turn your head back up.

“Can you do it?”

“Can you~?”

This bitch. You step closer to the counter and wrap your hands around the underside of Soojin’s milky, meaty thighs to spread them open even more. You share a glance with her, and she looks fucking obscene. Her hair has lost its parting, her forehead covered in sweat. That lower lip always just kind of hanging there, like she needs something to fill her mouth at all times. So you kiss her hungrily, and she lets your tongue in her mouth like she’s craving it, like she’s begging for it.

Meanwhile, you guide your head to her slit and part it, slowly entering her cavern. She is so tight. She whines softly into your mouth as you get deeper and deeper. Once you’re fully in, you give her a second to get used to your girth.

“My neck. Your arms around my neck”

She obeys as you immediately raise her from the counter and carry her towards the center of the bathroom as you start pumping into her tight heaven.

Who fucking cares at this point, people could walk in on you and you would thank them. They’d love to have a cock big like yours, to have a girl as beautiful as yours, and to fuck the former into the latter like you’re doing right now. No. They’d just have to watch, like some pathetic frat boys peeping at an older girl they couldn’t even pray to get.

Your hands grab onto Soojin’s ass so you can bounce her pelvis on yours while pushing up, accentuating the movement, as she keeps kissing you like her life depends on it. You feel your orgasm building up.

Then, you feel something below you. Hyewon, revitalized after her orgasm, is now kneeling below you, open-mouth kissing your dick, your balls, her friend’s slit and, you guess, anything else she might find in the way. This girl can truly never be idle. Meanwhile, as you get closer and closer, you switch to quick, single, powerful thrusts. One. Two. And-

You feel Hyewon’s tongue brush your asshole. It’s a sensation you never felt before, it kind of tickles, but it almost stings, at the same time. What it surely does, is to make you cum on the spot. You fire multiple shots of white liquid into Soojin’s pussy, the sensation making her scream (they definitely heard this one outside) and triggering her waterfall a second time, and as only so much matter can fill such a tight space, all of her squirt and probably most of your cum end up dripping down and coating Hyewon’s face. Her mouth is promptly open, so she gets to taste your combined fluids.

She shuffles them around her cheeks for a while, then one big swallow.

“Yummy~”

“Fuck, Hyewon. Was that on purpose?”

“Huh?”

“Your tongue”

“Oh! Well, did you like iiit?”

“He fucking came as soon as you touched him! What do you think?”

“Well, let’s see if it happens a second time, then”

footnotes.

it’s 4am. god. finally, leaf.

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rui-drawsbox · 2 months

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olba x dumenshi lets goo

little ramble about the worldbuilding cuz it my favorite thing abt dumenshi jkdsfh

besides Ruri and Cove, everyone meets as adults. Derek meets them when Cove s 16-17, Terri and Randy when he's 19-20 and Baxter comes into picture when he's 23

Yeah i'm using Cove's age as the standard lmao, i also made Ruri a half gnome so they could grow up together like in the game lol (i mean at least that's the case with half elves but i just assumed it was something universal haha)

dwarves aaaare super hairy but i wasnt sure about giving derek a full-beard so lets just say he shaves (?)

since baxter meets the gang once he's an adult, to me he spent half his lifetime with the olnf cast but went to the elves continent with his parents and since he didn't liked how dismissive they were toward others races (specially his parents, istg theyre like peak traditionalists lol) he ran off and joined our little group yay

cove is like laios but the "sea creaures" autism instead of the "all kind of monsters" autism

Ruri (and mom, shes also a gnome to me) teached a little magic to Cove, specifically water and healing spells

since gnome magic and elf magic is different, sometimes Ruri and Baxter teach magic to each other haha

dont ask me about their roles in the dungeon i dont play dnd

to me. baxter was this super classy elf, and he shows that classy-ness with expensive elf-like delicate outfits lol

Ma is a drawf (mabye?) and Mom is a gnome, which makes Lee also a gnome! Liz is still a human/tallman. Intentionally didn't make anyone a halfoot bc of their super short lifespan (mabye shiloh or jeremy)

cove suffers when they have to kill mermaids

#rui draw smth #our life: beginnings & always #olba #our life #baxter ward #cove holden #derek suarez #olba mc #our life mc #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dumeshi #dunmeshi

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thechaoticdruid · 5 months

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[We'll Protect Each Other]

Paring: F!Tav x Astarion

Plot: While staying at an inn in the Underdark an unfortunate chain of events forces Tav and Astarion to protect one another.

Content Warnings: Fiercely protective Tav, Tav uses She/Her pronouns, Tav is kinda feral and unhinged, blood, gore, threats of/ literal genital trauma, we are going game of thrones up in this bitch, sexual harassment, brief allusions to Astarion's trauma, violence, so much fucking violence, death, Tav is heavily based on my own Tav Winnie. Oh and a little fluff.

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Tav hummed as she sat at the tavern table, glancing down upon the suspicious letter she'd received last night.

‘I'll see you soon, True Soul.’

Been a while since she was called that, almost everyone who had referred to her as a ‘true soul’ was dead now so being addressed as such was rather peculiar, but at the same time not completely unwelcome. Tav smirked slightly, the idea of a new foe to face sparked excitement. It had been so long since the human druid had a good fight. Since the defeat of the Elder Brain she'd been staying in the Underdark, looking after a horde of hungry vampire spawn. Her days weren't uneventful in the slightest, but gods did she miss adventuring.

Tav's lover was over at the bar getting the two something to drink. Since the Underdark has become home to seven thousand life-challenged individuals this particular inn had made preparations to feed them should any appear at the establishment. He tapped his claws on the table, waiting for the bartender to finish mixing up their beverages as an uneasy feeling coursed through his body. Astarion had felt unfamiliar eyes on him since he'd left to get him and his beloved some refreshments. His blood red eyes darted back and scanned the tavern. Tav was still waiting at their table and mostly all the other patrons there happened to be deep gnomes, all who seemed much more concerned with friendly banter. But then he spotted someone off in the corner. A tall half-orc whose eyes seemed trained on him. Astarion wasn't exactly sure how he didn't spot the big oaf sooner, usually he was far more perceptive than this, but perhaps his hunger had him quite distracted. The elven vampire tapped on the bar table impatiently wondering exactly what was taking the bartender so long.

Eventually the half-drow barmaid brought over the drinks.

“Sorry for the wait.” She said softly, “not used to preparing food for our night time visitors.” The half-elf handed him a cold mug of dessert wine and a warm mug of ethically precured lifeblood.

Astarion took the drinks before turning and making his way back. The half-orc then made his move, walking straight towards him.

“Have a drink with me, handsome?” The half-orc gave a flirtatious smile, making the elf internally sigh in annoyance.

“No, I think not. My partner is waiting for me, you see.” Astarion gave a forced smile before attempting to make his way back to Tav. A large green hand was placed on his shoulder.

“Come on! Surely you're not talking about the little rat’s nest of hair? Sweetheart, I could show you things that little human wench couldn't even dream of-”

The elf quickly slapped his hand away.

“Oh, I highly doubt you could show me anything I haven't already done myself. Now bugger off.” Astarion growled out the last part, barring his fangs at the orc before stomping off.

Tav glanced up as Astarion took a seat next to her. He had a look of discomfort on his face, but quickly bushed it off as he noticed her attention on him. “I'm back, my sweet.” Astarion smiled at Tav, setting their drinks down before planting a kiss on her cheek.

“You okay, doll? You seem uncomfortable.” Tav put her hand on his shoulder only to receive a small smile as his hand covered her own.

“I'm fine, love. Just a little annoyed by the wait is all.” Astarion squeezed her hand gently, not wanting her to worry.

“Okay….” Tav said before looked back down at the letter, taking a sip from the wine Astarion had brought her.

“What's that?” Astarion asked, sliding an arm over her shoulders before taking a sip from his own mug and internally sighing.

Rothé blood….

“Just an ominous threatening letter left by gods know who.” Tav said casually, nearly making Astarion spit out his blood.

“Ah darling, perhaps you should be a just little more concerned about this?”

“I'm not afraid. Let them come get me! I've been itching for a good fight for ages!” Tav clenched her fist, a wicked grin spread across her face.

“Oh Tav, you know what that bloodlust look does to me.~” Astarion flirted leaning closer against his love. “But maybe we should be at least a bit more careful?”

“We’ve dealt with plenty of baddies before, Star. It’ll be fine!” Tav insisted.

“Need I remind you that there are only two of us now since the others have all gone their separate ways.” Astarion sighed, “I just worry for you, my dear.”

“I know babe.” Tav planted a kiss on his cheek affectionately before saying,”I'll tell you what, once we get everything sorted out with the other spawn we'll recruit some new traveling companions and go after that ring of the sunwalker thing I heard about.” This brought a smile to the vampire’s lips.

Large footsteps were heard stomping over to the table. Astarion glanced up seeing the half-orc from before approaching them.

“Sorry about my behavior before sweetness. I've just never seen such a breathtaking looking creature such as yourself. So, how about you ditch the runt and i'll take you somewhere we can get you something better to drink…. Perhaps someone?~”

“Are you daft? I told you to bugger off!” Astarion snarled, glaring daggers at the large male. Astarion kept his arm around Tav in a protective manner, but it was more so for his own comfort truth be told. The half-orc was really making him uneasy. Tav could feel Astarion shake a little.

“Hey, no need to be like that, I just want a piece of that tight little elven as-” The half-orc was suddenly silenced by a scimitar pressed dangerously close to his groin.

“You really don't want to finish that sentence, big guy.” Tav said calmly, not even looking up at the green bastard. “You know I’ve been really itching to slit someone's throat lately, but you….I think I might have fun with you…” She said before finally turning her head towards him, a sadistic grin spread across her lips.

“Y-You better watch yourself y-you little b-b-bitch!” He whined out the last part feeling Tav press her blade harder against his clothed crotch.

“Oh I like this!” Tav breathed out, voice unhinged and full of bloodlust as the half-orc began to shake in terror. “A big stupid creep thinks he can push me around just because I'm small…It's almost cute how pathetic you are. I should cut you open and show everyone what you really are inside. A gutless coward!” Tav stared at him intensely. The wicked grin spread across her lips didn't falter even for a second, until eventually she sighed.

“But it'd be rude to get blood all over Lyn’s nice clean floors.” Tav said, speaking of the half-drow bartender. “So you're going to leave now and never come near my lover again, or I'll cut your cock off and shove it down your throat. Understand?” Tav spat, nearly stabbing the blade of her scimitar through the orc’s pants.

“Y-Yes m-ma’m!” The half-orc said in a high pitch tone.

“Good boy.” Tav pulled her blade back, “now get the fuck out of my sight.” She growled, causing the green creep to turn and make a run for it, slamming the door on his way out of the tavern. All the gnomes had seemed to halt their chatter and look over to the two lovers.

“Tav…” Astarion muttered in an irritated tone, “I didn't need you to defend me! I had that completely under control!” He fussed, clearly embarrassed because of the scene Tav had caused.

“I'm sure you did sweetie, but you can't just expect me to sit by and do nothing when some pervert keeps treating you like a piece of meat.” Tav said calmly.

“Darling that orc was huge! What if you hadn't been quick enough!? What if he comes back!?”

“Honey, I can literally turn into an owlbear.” Tav rolled her eyes. “I know you’re capable of kicking ass, Star. I have no doubt about that. But I don’t protect you because I think you're weak. I do it because I love you.” Tav said sweetly, placing her hand against his cheek. “And sometimes it's okay to need someone to protect you…” She looked down at his trembling hands. Fear began to stir in her gut, worried that he might have been triggered by the situation. Astarion simply place his hand over hers and relaxed into her touch.

“I know. I love you too…It's just…I want to be able to protect the both of us…” Astarion glanced off to the side.

“You can! Babe, you're so much stronger than you give yourself credit for! You practically carried our team the entire time we were worm brained!” Tav placed a second hand on the other side of his face. Astarion rolled his eyes with a slight smile.

“Gods Tav, you're such a bad liar.”

“I'm not lying!” Tav chuckled, “I'm pretty sure you have more kills than the rest of us combined! You're so stealthily and quick! The fuckers never saw it coming!”

“Well perhaps I could be willing to allow you to win this little debate. Granted you continue to list off all of my many talents, or you can just call me beautiful and we can head upstairs for the evening?”

“You're beyond beautiful, my Star.” Tav purred.

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The night was quiet as Tav and Astarion rested on the top floor of the Inn. Both of them snug in their bed. Astarion always had a tendency to curl around Tav as she slept and he tranced. However, tonight Tav lay there, eyes wide open. Her mind for some reason wandering off to a memory brought on by today's events.

“I assume he belongs to you.” The drow’s eyes leered over Astarion lustfully as she spoke about his as if he was nothing but cattle.

“Excuse me? I don't appreciate you talking about my friend like he's a fucking piece of property.” Tav snapped, stepping in front of her companion protectively. Of course she'd see him that way. The drow treat all their men like cattle. The fact didn't make Tav any less insulted.

“Now now. No need to speak like that. I only wish to make a trade.” The drow said calmly, however her stare seemed to harden a little. “What is your name, spawn?”

“It’s Astarion but hold on!” Astarion put his hands up as if to keep some distance between him the drow.

“Astarion, I've dreamt of being bitten by a vampire since I was a little girl.” She purred. Tav shot the drow a look which she ignored, red eyes locked on Astarion’s mouth.

“Let me get this straight, you want to be bitten?” Astarion asked, a look of confusion and disgust filled his face. Normally he would jump at a chance to sink his teeth into a willing person, hells part of him wanted to drain this bitch dry because of how she talked about him, but this drow pretty as she was her blood smelled worse than death itself! Just being in her presence was enough to make him want to gag!

“To feel my life’s essence slipping away, to dance on the edge of death, yes I want it.” She said, nearly swooning. “I'll even compensate you. A potion of legendary power. It's not for sale, but it's yours if you bite me.”

“I will have to decline.” Astarion said immediately.

“Excuse me? This is a once and a lifetime opportunity and you're squandering it!”

“I gave you my answer!” Astarion spat. The drow woman ignored him and immediately turned to Tav.

“Can't you talk some sense into your obstinate charge!?” She demanded.

“He said no. The hells do you not understand?” The druid snapped.

Gods, Tav couldn't help but think back to her first encounter with Araj the drow blood merchant. This incident today reminded her far too much of it. Except this time it might have been worse. The fucking orc actually tried to put his hands on him.

Tav furrowed her eyebrows and glanced back over to Astarion’s peaceful looking face. She knew he could handle himself in a fight, but the situation was different. These sorts of things really got to him. Tav ran her fingers gently through his hair. She needed to keep safe no matter what. Sleep took Tav eventually and she snuggled into her vampire’s embrace, enjoying the coolness of his skin. And for a while the two were at peace, blissfully unaware of what lurked in the shadows.

It was probably about midnight when Tav woke up. She whimpered and felt around the bed for her lover, only feeling emptiness in his place.

“Astarion?” Her eyes slowly blinked open and Tav sat up. She glanced around the room discovering the vampiric elf was nowhere in sight. She tried to rationalize that Astarion was probably just up and around since he didn't need as much rest as she did, but Tav couldn't help but feel anxiety creep its way into the back of her mind. She got to her feet before slowly feeling a dagger be pressed against her throat.

“Nice to see you again, true soul…” A familiar feminine voice spoke softly in Tav's ear, causing her to grit her teeth as she looked back.

“Araj? The hells are you doing all the way out here?” Tav sneered.

“I needed to see you again. I require your help.”

“I told you before, you aren't getting any more of my blood and if you even think of bringing up Astarion so help me-”

“This isn't about him, darling. This is about you. I am on the verge of something extraordinary, but I need one key ingredient. Your heart.” Araj slowly dragged the knife down her throat and down between her breasts.

Tav rolled her eyes before chuckling.

“Sweet, but you know I'm spoken for.” In a swift motion the druid slammed her foot down on the drow's own before grasping hold of her wrist and forcing the blade away from her body.

“You idiots! Get in here and help me!” Araj suddenly shouted, prompting the door to open, revealed two half-orc male’s and a female.

With them was Astarion bound with silver chains wrapped around his body. Cloth was tied around his mouth, preventing him from speaking, but Tav could very clearly hear him whimpering in pain. The silver was burning his skin!

“Now cooperate or else! I'll make sure our darling bloodsuck-” Tav didn't even give the drow a moment to speak any further before knocking the blade from her hand and slamming her fist into her face with enough force to knock Araj to the floor. Araj hit the ground with a thud, seemingly knocked unconscious from the blow. The druid’s eyes quickly went back to Astarion who was struggling and letting out muffled cries of pain, but despite this he looked far more pissed off than afraid. That didn't calm the rage that was stirring deep inside Tav however, and the fact that the same gods damned perverted orc from before was holding onto Astarion's silver chains just pushed her over the edge.

Without even thinking Tav dropped to the ground transforming into a huge direwolf before letting out a deep bloodthirsty snarl and lunging right for the familiar half orc. Her jaws sank right into his groin, causing him to let out a blood curdling scream.

“Bloody hells! Get that thing off of him!” The female half-orc shouted.

“But the vampire!?” The other male orc replied.

“He's tied up you dumb fuck!” She shouted before turning to attack Tav. Tav yanked her head back hard, tearing a chunk out of the half-orc’s flesh and trousers. The half orc continued to scream as Tav spat his unmentionables out before he tumbled over and began to bleed out on the floor.

“That crazy drow bitch better pay us good for this.” The remaining male half-orc muttered before charging at Tav alongside the female.

Tav quickly dove under his legs before bucking him to the ground with her back and darting right for Astarion. Astarion shook his head as his wildshaped lover approached him with a doglike whine and sunk her teeth into his chains, trying to he them off him. She was only able to allow one of his arms to slip free. Astarion quickly tore the cloth around his head.

“For gods' sake Tav! Look out!” He shouted, before suddenly the female half-orc slammed into Tav from behind, wrapping her arms around her in a headlock.

“I've got her! I've got her!” The female orc shouted. Tav growled loudly before turning round and sinking her teeth into the orc female’s shoulder. In the struggle the two ended up tumbling down the stairs and out the front door of the tavern. The half-orc male was about to run off after his female companion when suddenly he noticed Astarion had somehow slipped free from his bindings. The vampire’s skin was quickly healing from the burns left from the silver, and his eyes almost appeared to be glowing red. He clenched and unclenched his fists revealing sharp claw-like fingernails and the next thing the half-orc knew were icy fangs piercing his throat.

Outside the tavern, Tav and the female orc were still going at it. The half orc threw a punch to Tav's head knocking her back before she took out a blade and took a stab at the direwolf only for Tav to dart out of the way at the last second and take a bit at the orc woman’s leg.

“You godsdamn mutt!” She yelled, kicking Tav in the face before plugging her blade into her back.

Tav howled in pain and backed up, blood trickling down her back and staining her fur. She let out a pained whimper as she looked up at the half-orc.

The she-orc smirked triumphantly.

“Not so high and mighty now are you, druid?” She huffed starring Tav right in the eyes. Without another word Tav lunged at the orc with a monstrous growl, sinking her jaws into the green female's head.

“GODS DAMNIT!!” The half-orc screamed. Tav sunk her claws into her shoulders as she stood up on her hind legs and dug her teeth into the orc's skull. Then with a harsh whip of her head Tav snapped her opponent’s neck. The druid then released the orc, letting her drop to the ground.

Tav dropped back down on all fours with a sigh, panting a little from the fight. She turned her head and yanked the blade from her back. Luckily in this form she wouldn't actually be harmed. But she was honestly feeling far too tired to stay in her wildshape now. Slowly she transformed back, taking a moment to regain her strength.

“A-Astarion…I-I need to get back to Astarion…” Tav told herself.

“I'm afraid you won't be seeing him again.” Araj suddenly stepped out from the shadows, blade in hand. “I am not leaving without your heart!” She hissed.

“Oh for fucks sake! Don't you ever get tired of being a psycho!?” Tav hissed, she quickly reached for her weapon, but this time Araj was quicker. She stabbed her blade into Tav's leg making her freeze.

“What….W-What is this!?” Tav sputtered, suddenly feeling her limbs begin to tingle and go numb. She tried to move, but her body just felt so heavy.

“A paralysis potion I've been keeping for a rainy day. I'd hoped I wouldn't have to use it. I have no idea what affects it will have on your heart unfortunately, but I can't let you get away.” Araj stopped as she watched Tav whimper and squirm on the ground. The silver haired female wiped her blade clean off the potion before she then undid the buttons on Tav's shirt, exposing her chest.

“Now I'll need a nice clean cut. I don't want to damage your heart too badly.” The drow licked her lips before dragging the tip of her blade over Tav’s chest. “Just close your eyes and it'll be all over…” Tears began to form in the corners of Tav’s eyes, heart pounding so hard she was sure it’d burst right out before that damn drow bitch would even have a chance to cut into it.

“Get away from my Tav.” Astarion suddenly growled out, appearing behind Araj who quickly turned and struck at him with her blade.

“Not until I have her heart!” Araj hissed.

Astarion ducked out of the way, unsheathing his own blade and taking a swing at her. His dagger barely nicked the side of her cheek as she dodged, drawing a few drops of blood.

“Gods below, it's even more foul smelling than before!” He made a gagging sound.

“Mock me all you like! It won't stop me!” Araj took another stab at Astarion aiming right for his throat, but he quickly grabbed her wrists and pushed her back towards the ground. Now that he was free of the tadpole his vampiric strength returned and it gave him an edge in battle.

“You know darling, I think I may have had a sudden change of heart. I may just bite you after all.” Astarion said, forcing a grin upon his face.

“What-” Confusion flickered over her face for a split second, immediately being followed by Astarion sinking his fangs into her neck, but instead of drinking her blood, he tore her throat right out.

Astarion immediately spat out any of her blood that had gotten into his mouth before watching her drop to the ground, a twisted smile plastered over her face. “I-Incredible….” She choked out before suddenly coughing up an alarming amount of blood.

He quickly disregarded her lifeless body and swiftly moved to Tav who was still paralyzed on the ground.

“My love, are you alright?” Astarion knelt down and cradled her head with one hand.

“I-I can't m-move….S-She got me with a paralysis poison…” Tav croaked out.

“Hang in there lover.”Astarion frowned, looking down at Tav with worry. He immediately scooped her up bridal-style. “I'm going to take you to Dalyria. She should be able to cure this.” Astarion carried Tav back into the tavern. Several of the patrons were whispering to each other. Some seemed deathly afraid of Astarion and his love. The vampire spawn simply ignored them.

“I don't think we're going to be welcome here any longer, Star.” Tav said as Astarion set her down on a sofa near the tavern fireplace.

“Forget them, darling. We're leaving anyway. Now sit tight while I grab our things.” Astarion said, kissing her forehead before quickly going upstairs to get their packs. Tav sat by the fire, she could see the barmaid Lyn giving her an awfully ugly look.

Good gods, it's not our fault we were attacked.

Tav rolled her eyes. It didn't take long for Astarion to return with their things. Tav weakly nuzzled her face into his neck as Astarion scooped her back up into his arms. Tav stared up at him with adoration as he carried her out.

“You did it, you know.” She hummed.

“What are you on about?’ Astarion glanced down at her.

“You protected me!” Tav exclaimed with a weak smile, “and thank the gods you did. I was sure I was a goner.”

“You give me far too much credit, my love. I still allowed you to get injured. You did a much better job than I.” Astarion huffed.

“You kidding? You just saved my life Astarion and this isn't even the first time.” Tav insisted. “Look, from now on no more arguing over who protects who. We protect each other and that's final.”

“You're being awfully demanding of someone who can't even move her arms, my dear.” Astarion chuckled, “but I am grateful all the same.”

He planted another kiss upon Tav's forehead before continuing on to meet up with his sister and hopefully cure his beloved’s ailment.

The two set off, leaving the tavern to deal with three battered corpses and a mysterious trail of blood…

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Note from TheChaoticDruid: Phew! Finally got this thing out! Honestly despite finding her a very shitty person and absolutely despising how she treats Astarion I can't help but find Araj interesting. The whole thing with blood and heck the creepy shit you find in her basement makes me want to know more about her. Kinda went a little overboard with this in terms of violence I guess, but I kinda wish there were more bg3 fics with some action in them. Also, I may have kinda ignored how silver and vampires work in DnD, but BG3 plays fast and loose with lore so I guess I will too. Hope you like it!

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⋆⁺⋆ ⁺₊⋆ ☁︎Self-aware!CRK x Reader

they waited and waited for so long, where have you been now?

Time flew by, days turned weeks and weeks turned into months and that app you downloaded remained untouched. You almost forgot about it, but then a thought crept into your mind... why not give it a go and open the app for a little while? Who knows what kind of adventure awaits you in there!

soon then as you opened the app, a silly sugar gnome appeared in your screen as they greeted you, attempting to rouse you from your slumber. How adorable! However, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for neglecting the game for several months.

upon tapping the bubble chat to continue, you were woken up by the sugar gnome. Shortly then, a cookie by the name of Gingerbrave appeared on your screen, extending a warm welcome back greeting and surprising you with various missions and new mails.

The experience of being pleasantly surprised by the cookie's missions and warm welcome evokes a sense of happiness within you. This feeling has reignited your interest in playing the game, reminiscent of the initial excitement you felt upon downloading it. then a,

"Whoah, welcome back!"

exclaimed Gingerbrave with a huge grin on his face. He was positively beaming as he directed his attention towards the exciting quest called 'We Missed You!' story, as you completed the quest, you then let out a small chuckle and just when you thought it couldn't get any better, a surprise gift appeared, accompanied by a warm welcome from Wizard Cookie aswell.

As you delved deeper into the game, a sudden light giggles escaped your lips again, instantly lifting your spirits. It was as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, and you couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, playing this game more often could be the key to unlocking your happiness again....

as you continued playing the gameplay, it appears that you have failed to take notice or acknowledge the fact that your cookies are watching you with great delight, sporting broad smiles on their faces. They are astounded by your return after all these days and find it to be a most delightful occurrence. The cookies are now eager to capture your attention and bask in your presence.

mainly, Pure Vanilla Cookie is thrilled to see you again! With a huge smile on his face, he knows that you, a human outside of their own world, have returned. Despite being just a silly pixelated character, he is determined to make a difference and show you his worth. He won't give up until he proves himself to be a valuable part of your experience and same aswell for other cookies.

"I-I can't believe it! is it really Baker?!"

"they're back! oh thank earthbread!"

"Our Baker has returned! they have returned!!"

the air was electric with the sound of many voices, all talking with an excitement that was palpable. The crowd had gathered to welcome back their dearest baker, and they were positively bursting with joy. It was clear that they would do anything to spend their lives with this beloved baker, who had captured their hearts.

"Please remain calm, everyone." Pure Vanilla exclaimed, urging everyone to hush up and lend an ear. he patiently waited for their undivided attention, ready to address the situation at hand. Finally, the cookies heeded the king's call and directed their focus towards him. with unwavering obedience, they followed his commands and maintained a hushed silence.

"Now that our dear baker has finally returned, we must celebrate and welcome them!" with a cheerful and enthusiastic tone, he conveyed his message to the audience, announcing the return of their baker and urging them to make preparations to warmly welcome them back.

the roar of the crowd echoed through the stadium as they erupted in a thunderous cheer, their voices rising in unison to create a symphony of excitement and energy. It was a moment of pure joy, as the crowd continued to cheer, it was clear that this was a moment that made the cookies feel so much alive more than before!

The cookies are eagerly planning to celebrate their beloved baker's return, spending quality time with them, and most importantly, doing everything in their power to bring you back into their world.

You were completely immersed in the game for a solid hour, but as fatigue started to set in, you knew it was time to take a break. With a sigh of satisfaction, you exited the app and gently placed your phone on the table. as you stood up, you stretched your limbs and made your way towards the kitchen to grab a bite to eat.

now that you've just returned from a quick snack break, plopped down on your comfy couch, and grabbed your phone. But as you excitedly opened the gameplay, something strange began to happen. glitches started popping up on your screen, causing you to freak out a bit, you managed to keep your cool and reassure yourself that it was just a pesky bug... right?

"That's odd. It's probably just a minor glitch," you reassured yourself as you clicked the start button. Suddenly, your phone screen was illuminated with a blinding white light, but you remained calm for a second. This now freaked you out alot as you began to wonder if this is the end of your phone.

just as you were about to let out a scream, you suddenly found yourself sucked into the depths of your phone, and everything around you went pitch black.

...

As you slowly emerged from your slumber, you attempted to pry open your eyelids, your vision was a bit blurry and couldnt see who was trying to wake you up but all you could think was... a figure of familiar cookie, as you sat up and rubbed your noggin with a slight groan, "what the?..." you couldn't help but wonder if you were still dreaming.

"—ke up... Rise and Shine my dear—!"

The words echoed through your mind, jolting you awake. As you shook off the grogginess, causing a slight disorientation as your sight gradually sharpened. cookie...? wait... Pure Vanilla?!

you can't believe your eyes as you stare at the cookie in front of you. Did it magically appear out of nowhere? Is this some kind of illusion? a prank?! this must be a dream! right?! You blink, hoping to snap out of it. Pure Vanilla extended his hand, ready to help you up. But as you looked at him, your mind was still reeling and you hesitated to take his hand. You tried to figure out what's happening and your heart was racing.

The cookie patiently awaited your gesture to take his hand, as he sought to establish a sense of trust with you. Eventually, you reached out and grasped his hand, allowing him to assist you in rising to your feet.

as you rose to your feet, you couldn't help but take in your surroundings with a sense of bewilderment. everything feels so weird! the sky is normal... you then return your gaze back towards the cookie which appeared to be grinning radiantly.

"a-are you real?" You stammered, your finger trembling as you pointed towards him in disbelief. "t-this has to be some kind of joke... right?" You whispered the final words, feeling as you were about to lose your mind but then Pure Vanilla emitted a slight chuckle and stated, "Oh my dear, don't be silly, this is real indeed and this is no joke. " The cookie spoke in a gentle tone as he patted your head.

what?!... real??... theres no way you're here... could it be possible you're stuck in the game..!? how! just how!?

i literally have this draft saved.💀🏳️

anyways, hope u enjoy ig, bad ahh grammar LMAO

#crk x reader #cookie run x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #self aware cookie run #help this was back in 2023 and i somehow forgot to publish it LMAOO #pure vanilla cookie x reader

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