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We've found quite a variety of books being released today. There is romance, fantasy, music, murder, and more in the pages of these books. What will you add to your TBR pile?

Wild Dreamers by Margarita Engle Atheneum Books for Young Readers

In this stirring young adult romance from award-winning author Margarita Engle, love and conservation intertwine as two teens fight to protect wildlife and heal from their troubled pasts.

Ana and her mother have been living out of their car ever since her militant father became one of the FBI’s most wanted. Leandro has struggled with debilitating anxiety since his family fled Cuba on a perilous raft.

One moonlit night, in a wilderness park in California, Ana and Leandro meet. Their connection is instant—a shared radiance that feels both scientific and magical. Then they discover they are not a huge mountain lion stalks through the trees, one of many wild animals whose habitat has been threatened by humans.

Determined to make a difference, Ana and Leandro start a rewilding club at their school, working with scientists to build wildlife crossings that can help mountain lions find one another. If pumas can find their way to a better tomorrow, surely Ana and Leandro can too.

Saint-Seducing Gold (Forge & Fracture Saga #2) by Brittany N. Williams Amulet Books

The second book in the stunning YA historical fantasy trilogy that New York Times bestselling author Ayana Gray called “nothing short of spectacular”

There’s danger in the court of James I. Magical metal-worker Joan Sands must reforge the Pact between humanity and the Fae to stop the looming war. As violence erupts across London and the murderous spymaster Robert Cecil closes in, the Fae queen Titanea coerces Joan into joining the royal court while holding her godfather prisoner in the infamous Tower of London. Now Joan will have to survive deadly machinations both magical and mortal all while balancing the magnetic pull of her two loves—Rose and Nick—before the world as she knows it is destroyed forever.

Off With Their Heads by Zoe Hana Mikuta Disney Hyperion

Fans of Chloe Gong and Judy I. Lin will devour this Korean-inspired Alice in Wonderland retelling about two very wicked girls, forever bonded by blood and betrayal . . .

In a world where Saints are monsters and Wonderland is the dark forest where they lurk, it’s been five years since young witches and lovers Caro Rabbit and Iccadora Alice Sickle were both sentenced to that forest for a crime they didn’t commit—and four years since they shattered one another’s hearts, each willing to sacrifice the other for a chance at freedom.

Now, Caro is a successful royal Saint-harvester, living the high life in the glittering capital and pretending not to know of the twisted monster experiments that her beloved Red Queen hides deep in the bowels of the palace. But for Icca, the memory of Caro’s betrayal has hardened her from timid girl to ruthless hunter. A hunter who will stop at nothing to exact her On Caro. On the queen. On the throne itself.

But there’s a secret about the Saints the Queen’s been guarding, and a volatile magic at play even more dangerous to Icca and Caro than they are to each other…

Lush, terrifying, and uncanny, Zoe Hana Mikuta—author of Gearbreakers and Godslayers —takes a delicate knife straight through the heart of this beloved surrealist fairytale.

Kill Her Twice by Stacey Lee G.P. Putnam’s Sons Books for Young Readers

Los Angeles, 1932: Lulu Wong, star of the silver screen and the pride of Chinatown, has a face known to practically anyone, especially to the Chow sisters—May, Gemma, and Peony—Lulu’s former classmates and neighbors. So the girls instantly know it’s Lulu whose body they discover one morning in an out-of-the-way stable, far from the Beverly Hills mansion where she moved once her fame skyrocketed.

The sisters suspect Lulu’s death is the result of foul play, but the LAPD—known for being corrupt to the core—doesn’t seem motivated to investigate. Even worse, there are signs that point to the possibility of a police cover-up, and powerful forces in the city want to frame the killing as evidence that Chinatown is a den of iniquity and crime, even more reason it should be demolished to make room for the construction of a new railway depot, Union Station.

Worried that neither the police nor the papers will treat a Chinese girl fairly—no matter how famous and wealthy—the sisters set out to solve their friend’s murder themselves, and maybe save their neighborhood in the bargain. But with Lulu’s killer still on the loose, the girls’ investigation just might put them square in the crosshairs of a coldblooded murderer.

Punk Rock Karaoke by Bianca Xunise Viking Books for Young Readers

When life gives you guitars, smash them!

School is out for summer and Ariel Grace Jones is determined to make it one for the books! Together with their bestie bandmates, Michele and Gael, Ariel believes they’re destined to break into the music industry and out of Chicago’s Southside by singing lead in their garage punk band, Baby Hares.

But before Baby Hares can officially get into the groove, the realities of post grad life start to weigh on this crew of misfits. Ari begins to worry that it’s time to pull the plug on their dreams of making it big.

Just when all hope feels lost, a fellow punk and local icon takes an interest in their talent. It seems like he might be the only one Ariel can rely on as frustrations between bandmates reach at an all-time high.

Punk Rock Karaoke is a coming-of-age tale that draws upon the explosive joy of the underground scene, while raising questions about authenticity, the importance of community and what it means to succeed on your own terms.

Song of the Six Realms by Judy I. Lin Feiwel & Friends

Xue, a talented young musician, has no past and probably no future. Orphaned at a young age, her kindly poet uncle took her in and arranged for an apprenticeship at one of the most esteemed entertainment houses in the kingdom. She doesn’t remember much from before entering the House of Flowing Water, and when her uncle is suddenly killed in a bandit attack, she is devastated to lose her last connection to a life outside of her indenture contract.

With no family and no patron, Xue is facing the possibility of a lifetime of servitude playing the qin for nobles that praise her talent with one breath and sneer at her lowly social status with the next. Then one night she is unexpectedly called to the garden to put on a private performance for the enigmatic Duke Meng. The young man is strangely kind and awkward for nobility, and surprises Xue further with an irresistible offer: serve as a musician in residence at his manor for one year, and he’ll set her free of her indenture.

But the Duke’s motives become increasingly more suspect when he and Xue barely survive an attack by a nightmarish monster, and when he whisks her away to his estate, she discovers he’s not just some country noble: He’s the Duke of Dreams, one of the divine rulers of the Celestial Realm. There she learns the Six Realms are on the brink of disaster, and incursions by demonic beasts are growing more frequent.

The Duke needs Xue’s help to unlock memories from her past that could hold the answers to how to stop the impending war… but first Xue will need to survive being the target of every monster and deity in the Six Realms.

Blood Justice (Blood Debts #2) by Terry J. Benton-Walker Tor Teen

Cristina and Clement Trudeau have conjured the impossible: justice.

They took back their family’s stolen throne to lead New Orleans’ magical community into the brighter future they all deserve.

But when Cris and Clem restored their family power, Valentina Savant lost everything. Her beloved grandparents are gone and her sovereignty has been revoked—she will never be Queen. Unless, of course, someone dethrones the Trudeaus again. And lucky for her, she’s not the only one trying to take them down.

Cris and Clem have enemies coming at them from all directions: Hateful anti-magic protesters sabotage their reign at every turn. A ruthless detective with a personal vendetta against magical crime is hot on their tail just as Cris has discovered her thirst for revenge. And a brutal god, hunting from the shadows, is summoned by the very power Clem needs to protect the boy he loves.

Cris’s hunger for vengeance and Clem’s desire for love could prove to be their family’s downfall, all while new murders, shocking disappearances, and impossible alliances are changing the game forever.

Welcome back to New Orleans, where gods walk among us and justice isn’t served, it’s taken.

#new releases #young adult books #ya lit

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BG3 (Astarion centric) Fic Recs

It's that time again. First, a shamless promo for my fics. Now onward to the real gems.

Reflecting Endless Down the Hall by Asidian

If he turns to watch as Cazador gulps down the meal, Astarion will have to think about it. If he thinks about it, he'll have to acknowledge the smell. If he acknowledges the smell, strong and rich and intoxicating, he'll have to think about how much he wants it. How much his stomach has tied itself into knots at even the thought of a taste. How his teeth ache, and saliva floods his mouth, and how if he could wrench back even the barest scrap of control, he could bend down and lap at some of the precious liquid drying on his own hand. He can't, of course. So he swallows, and he forces down the endless hollow ache inside him, and he does his very best not to look as Cazador takes his time over a young woman who had been, up until three hours hence, a vapid, lovely young thing in a ruffled dress with quite a knack for dancing. -

A series of vignettes that will parallel Astarion's past life with Cazador versus the the way he finds himself living after awakening on the beach in the sunlight.

sunrise, with hope its arrogant rider by edelgarfield

Astarion stares down his nose with that familiar haughty glare. “I suppose that makes us even, now.”

You search his face, trying to find the missing piece that will make the puzzle take shape. You think of what little he’s told you about his life before this strange journey of yours. A cruel master that delighted in his pain and two hundred years of being brought to heel.

It comes to you in a dizzying rush. “You think I left you there as punishment.”

Astarion accidentally, kinda-sorta drains your blood and leaves you for dead. Three weeks later, you drop a monastery on him. You refuse to let the story end there.

bloodlust by KathrynShadow

Liar, blazing across her mind, the first clear thought she’s had so far. It’s almost a relief to be so certain of something, so she lets it go.

Bourbon, Blood, and Backward Glances by GreyscaleCourier

“Lovely.” Your master smiles with teeth. “Astarion, will you be joining us?” You keep your eyes on the floor but you have been addressed and you will answer. There is only one answer. “I would be honored. Thank you, Master.” or, Astarion brings groceries home and feels bad about it. Not bad enough to risk solitary confinement again, but kinda bad :/

Casual Banter by death_frisbee

A party like this one is bound to result in some interesting conversations.

The Dawnbringer and the Day Walker by LunaristicTides

A vampire and a cleric of Lathander fall in love until one decision ruins everything. Five years later, she's called upon to face the biggest regret of her life and she'll stop at nothing to fix it, but it might just shatter the rest of the world.

Silver-Tongue by starkraving

Astarion fast-talks an abnormal number of enemies into killing themselves in the shadow-cursed lands and the team makes idle (then less idle) conversation about it. It’s completely fine and doesn’t bother him at all and it absolutely doesn’t draw additional questions about why he does what he does for the team... and what they in turn would do for him. IE: Origin-run Astarion fic because its interesting to me how the party reacts to their vampire buddy if he doesn’t have Tav to be a social buffer for him. Act 2 content and spoilers.

Strange Smile by starkraving

Wyll, Karlach, and Lae’zel speak with a Gur monster hunter in a bog and Astarion happens to be there. It’s a very awkward way to get outted as a vampire to your (mostly) unsuspecting teammates. AKA: Tav-less party jumps the team rogue and holds him down for questioning. It's fine.

Echo by miraculan

"Aren't you supposed to be dead?"

Astarion dropped his arm with a huff despite his surprise, wondering where he might have crossed paths with him before the ship. Maybe a regular at some city tavern that watched him vanish for more than a day or two and assumed the worst. Maybe a sword for hire that took jobs from Cazador that saw him get hauled off by Godey. Definitely not anyone Astarion spent an evening with, or he wouldn't be standing here to ask stupid questions.

"I'm trying to ambush you and you're making it harder than it needs to be." He sighed, not letting the words sink in before drawing his knife and pivoting, only for it to be harmlessly swatted out of his hand and into the sand by the stranger's off-hand scimitar quicker than he heard it being drawn. Fuck. This entire encounter was going badly. Embarrassingly so.

Like Stones, floatingvon Water by Cirrocumulus

He watches, his thoughts a jumbled mess of malice and mirth, as the poor vendor sweats and stammers.

Every needle and thread he ever owned he did unspeakable acts for, just to keep the clothes on his back from fraying, from flaying the way his skin so often did.

He sees as his companion lowballs the merchant and yet the trade is made, and the fine satin fabric is hers for the taking.

She gifts it to him with a smile, and he knows not how to react. ~*~ Or: Five times Astarion is reminded of owning nothing, and five times his traveling companion gifts him trinkets to change that.

A Little Mishap by Asidian

When the dust clears – and it is a frightful amount of dust, all told – Astarion is marginally surprised to see that no one has been left a bloody smear on the cave floor.

Really, he can't be blamed for assuming the worst. The boulder is the size of the tunnel, nearly, the sort of impending doom that ranks with gale-force winds and approaching dragons on the list of things that might inspire a man to pray to any gods kind enough to lend an ear. Astarion isn't that sort – any god who might have granted him a boon has had centuries of prayers they might have chosen to answer before this, after all – and yet here they stand, miraculously intact, as though some deity just so happened to have glanced their way at just this moment.

Perhaps Wyll is a religious man

Liberty and Her Ghosts by timeboundpythia

"They do insist on asking me how I feel."

Seducere by Tlon

Astarion doesn’t need a reflection to know himself – two hundred years of servitude has shown him exactly what he’s good for. Odd that his new partner seems to disagree.

Or, five times Astarion regretted being seen over the past centuries, and one time he didn’t.

Broken Mechanism by laquearia

He’s the prickly sort, their resident rogue—sharper than any briar patch and twice as vicious. His words can carve deeper than his daggers despite their feigned placidity, all honey-sweet syllables and lengthy non-answers that often mean nothing at all. He darlings and my dears them, and sometimes he’s almost convincing enough to fool them into thinking they’ve had a real conversation when the only thing he’s shared is how bland the weather’s been and that he enjoys red wine over white.

Most of the group has given up trying to wheedle anything substantial out of him. Nothing more than a waste of time and energy, Shadowheart told Tav a few days prior. He’s never serious about anything, and even if he was, I doubt he’d tell us.

Astarion’s words echo in Tav’s mind, all cut glass consonants and pure, unbridled desperation: don’t touch me.

This time is different.

Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow by Nebulad

He didn't know how long he stayed down there. He didn't need air, but he needed blood. His hunger went from a static hum in the back of is head to a roaring thunder, pounding against the back of his eyes and making drool run down his jaw and uncomfortably into the neck of the stiff formal wear he was wearing. He hadn't been dressed particularly finely that night in the manor: who had changed his clothes? Where was he?

His brain rejected the answer on the tip of his tongue.

kindred by aevallare

And it's then, with his fingers buried inside her and her back scraping against the bark of the tree, that she looks into his eyes and sees –

Nothing. Like he isn't even there.

"Stop," she says, breath ragged with pleasure that feels like poison.

He might be the most beautiful creature that she's ever seen, bathed in this moonlight, and the wicked smirk he puts on only strengthens his case. "What, darling? That close already?"

“You don't want this,” she says simply, still out of breath, and for the first time since she’s met him, Astarion seems speechless. -

auri knows people, and that's how she can tell; astarion is deeply, deeply fucked up.

no one will love me like you again by FlowerCitti

Karlach smiles at him as the sun begins to set, her eyes softening around the corners, a nervous look flickering over her features. And Astarion is already expecting what comes next, but it still feels like shards of ice blooming behind his ribs.

“Do you think I can sleep in your tent tonight? Now that I can’t hurt you or set the damn thing on fire.” She asks with a breathy chuckle, an uncharacteristic anxiety making her shift on her feet, her bottom lip caught under her teeth. He has no disillusions on what her words could mean. She’s not likely looking to do much sleeping when she is free to touch him now. (Or, Karlach can freely touch the people she loves now. Astarion makes a few wrong assumptions.)

innocence died screaming by FlowerCitti

Astarion feels like a starving fox released into a pen of chickens.

His lean fingers pick at his cravat, easing out invisible wrinkles, his tongue tracing along his own fangs. His eyes dart over the street, his head full of new scents and sounds, pounding at the back of his skull. He can taste the pulses of the people that pass him by, can smell the blood that rushes through their veins, intoxicating in its temptation.

He feels like a ravenous animal, a stalking predator just barely blending in amongst a sea of prey. But whoever he finds, Cazador had instructed for them to still be breathing by the time Astarion brings them back. He can’t rip the throat from the first thing he sees, no matter how much he finds himself aching to. There’s an impossible emptiness inside of him now, a growing abyss, and he finds himself wanting. (Or, Astarion and the prince who swept him off his feet after he had already given up on happy endings.)

suck the rot right out of my bloodstream by FlowerCitti

Astarion moves his legs just slightly to press against Casmir’s broad shoulder, a teasing point of contact. The tiefling doesn’t shift away.

But his hands still haven’t moved to tend to Astarion’s wound.

“Can I touch you?”

Astarion stares at them for a few moments, meeting that burning gaze, fanned by thick lashes. People don’t often ask him that—they just do. It didn’t matter whether he wanted them to or not, only that he was a pretty thing they wanted to get their hands on.

He shakes his head before he can fade away into bad memories, blinking several times. He smirks instead, slipping into flirtation easily, eyes lidded and something like revulsion at himself bubbling in his gut, “As much as you’d like, my dear.” (Or, Astarion has had his consent revoked for over two centuries. Then he meets Casmir.)

where the light won't find you by AndyAO3

Rather like a frog being slowly brought to a boil, by the time Astarion realizes he's doomed himself, it's already too late.

sating the hunger by Velwyn

He wanted to know more about him – he needed to. He wasn’t sure if it was the charm or the mysterious air Astarion played up that peaked his interest more, but Gale was eager to pry him open – to get past that book cover and discover what secret knowledge he would uncover in those pages.

Pretending to be People by Fr0g_king

The night was going off without a hitch; hunted someone down, brought them back, headed for the dorms. And then Cazador requested he join him for dinner, and, well, nothing was ever pain-free with Cazador.

I'm Up, I'm Up by baozisdragon

People don't expect Karlach to be very observant.

the bitter darkness, the flickering illusion by arenathesia

“Straight or serrated?” Godey can barely speak, his misshapen jaw swallowing half his words and his glee drowning out the other half. Astarion understands him though, as easily as breathing, and Cazador is no different.

“No need to make it easy for ourselves,” his master responds.

(Just when he thinks he understands his master, has seen the furthest depths of his cruelty, Astarion is grabbed by the throat and dragged deeper in.)

Butterfly Caught by myristica

Right. Get the moonlantern, kill some cultists. Cultists that are completely evil and not people driven by circumstance to try to find some sense of belonging. Don’t think too hard about it. *** Trauma-bonding with the sad spiderboi and sad biteyboi.

Scorch by 1Ced0Ateram1

Astarion and Karlach try to unwind after a difficult day on the road. Burnt flesh and charred clothes might just be a fair trade for a kiss.

one of thousands by nachttour

A contemplation about living with someone who has a hard time saying no, who has a hard time accepting 'safe' touch from others that he is not directly in charge of; and a larger contemplation about what it is like to love someone who will never move along in time with you.

A small story considering how one Tav out of many Tavs in many worlds acclimates to living with Asterion after the events of BG3.

Will add more as I read more!

The Light of The Seven by Verelia

Cazador Szarr calls his home a palace. Cazador Szarr calls himself a father.

The palace is a prison. The father is a cruel master to the seven spawn he sired. And the siblings--

They were each others' brothers, sisters, enemies, tormentors, victims, shoulders to cry on, hands to hold, eyes to blacken, and yet--the only ones who understood.

Quick Step by starkraving

As more and more people join the party – all of them adventurers of some repute or renown – Astarion becomes all that more disposable in comparison. He endeavors to keep up or be left behind. (Because of course they will leave him behind. Right?) AKA: Act 1 Astarion’s race from a true level one character to team rogue and the rest of the team's reactions to that.

cause my love (is mine, all mine) by mahoushoujochan

After the Nautiloid crash, it feels like everyone has gone their own way, though there’s still so much to do to help the city. But even more importantly: there’s so much that Tav must do to help her friends.

In which Tav and Astarion look to heal a sun allergy, a recovering city, seven thousand bloodthirsty vampires, and maybe themselves along the way. Except there are no shortcuts to healing or learning how to love.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 fanfiction #astarion #cj's fic recs

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spnexploration · 1 year

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Pack chapter 3

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Madison

Series summary: Omega!Reader is thrown into a world she's not expecting when her mate turns out to be a hunter, and she's not used to Alpha & Omega Pack dynamics.

Chapter summary: Dean explains.

Chapter warnings: none

Word count: 1.1k

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“You're telling me monsters are real?”

“Yes.”

“And you hunt them?”

“With Sam and Madi, yes.”

My mind was reeling. Dean was patching my neck, Sam and Madison waiting in the car so Dean and I could talk.

“Is- is that what you expect me to do too?”

“Oh, sweetheart, not if you don't want to. Madison doesn't always come, sometimes it's too dangerous and sometimes she just doesn't want to. And I'll be honest, I'm not taking an amateur into dangerous situations they're not ready for – if you want to join us, you're going to have to train.”

He took my hand, giving it a squeeze. “I know it's a lot to take in.”

I nodded. Tears started to well in my eyes, and I wasn’t even sure why I was crying. Dean gathered me into his arms, encircling me in a hug. I started to sob. It was too much. I'd been so scared of the Alphas, of the vampires, of running for my life. And now he told me it was worse! This was his normal life!

My sobbing started to intensify. Dean very gently touched my head and started to turn it. He was being incredibly gentle and I could have fought him off, but something in me let him move me. He turned my face into the crook of his neck, to scent him. He stroked my hair, gently holding me there.

I started to calm down. “That's it, good girl,” he cooed to me.

“What's on your mind?” he asked, still stroking my hair and encouraging me to keep scenting him. It felt reassuring, even though part of me felt that I should be fighting it, fighting setting a precedent for him controlling me. And I didn't know why his scent was so oddly calming.

“I just- it's a lot. Two days ago I didn't have a mate, I just lived my normal life. Today a vampire tried to drink my blood, a bunch of Alphas tried to kidnap me because I was in a forest rather than my normal, safe locations, and it turns out this is totally normal for my mate. Turns out my mate cuts the heads off vampires all the time!”

I took a breath then spoke in a much quieter voice, “I don't know what my life is now.”

He took a moment, then said rather stiffly, “It's not- you- you don't have to accept me. I know that what I do is too much, what I am. I'll understand if you want to reject me.”

The door to the motel room suddenly opened and Madison came in, saying, “Aaand that's my cue.”

“Madison,” Dean growled in a low voice, “Were you eavesdropping?”

“Sorry Alpha,” she said, not sounding very sorry at all, “But I can't let you screw this up any more than you already have.” I’d never seen an Omega challenge a Pack Alpha like this before.

Then Sam came running in, holding a bag of take-away in one hand. “Mads, what the hell are you doing? I thought you were in the car!”

The two Alphas had matching looks of annoyance on their faces, and I was surprised to see the Omega standing her ground.

“Hear me out,” she said, crossing her arms across her chest.

“Fine,” Dean said gruffly. He still held me to him, but had removed his hand from my head, and I was looking at what was happening.

“Look, we all know Dean thinks that he kills everything he touches and that this is the worst life, he wouldn't want anyone else joining it.” Dean clenched his jaw but said nothing. “We also know that Dean’s protective streak will be running into overdrive right now given what's happened today, so I had a very strong suspicion that he would volunteer to be rejected as a way of protecting his Omega. And I was right.”

Dean growled softly, but Madison continued unperturbed, “I'm not saying that Y/N can't make her own decision. But what I am saying is let's not jump to conclusions here. One bad day does not our life equal, ok? How about we all take some time, let Y/N see what it's actually like, maybe she could talk to the other Omega who actually lives it – me – before we go bandying permanent solutions about.”

Dean paused and then nodded to her once. “It's still Y/N’s decision,” he said, looking down at me.

“I- I think I want to do what she said,” I said hesitantly.

Dean gave me a small squeeze.

Madison’s demeanour became much more submissive and contrite. “I'm sorry I interrupted you, Alpha.”

“We will talk about this later, Omega,” Dean responded in clipped tones.

Sam motioned to Madison, “Come on, let's leave them alone.”

“No,” I said, then remembered I was standing next to my mate and potential future Pack Alpha and regretted being so bold. Everyone turned to look at me. I glanced quickly at Dean and then looked at my feet, embarrassed.

Dean gently stroked my cheek, “You can speak your mind, little one.”

“I just... it's ok, they don't have to leave. Um, unless you want them to.”

He chuckled, “It's your feelings we’re all worried about. Well, if they're staying, we may as well get comfortable.” Dean led me to sit down on the couch, and he sat next to me. Madison lounged back on one of the beds, her back against the headboard.

Sam came and crouched in front of me. “I owe you an apology, Y/N. I am so, so sorry that I forced your submission and especially that I struck you. Please know that I wouldn't have done it except that I couldn't see any other way to get those Alphas to let me leave with you.”

I’d never had such an apology from an Alpha before. His face was so sincere, he had lowered himself to my level, and it was like he was waiting for my response. Like if I said it wasn’t ok, it wouldn’t be. I was torn about how to feel about Sam and the whole Winchester Pack, again.

“Umm, that’s ok,” I said quietly, hesitant to make eye contact.

“I can’t promise I won’t ever do it again,” he continued, “but I will only ever do it if yours or Madison’s safety is at stake.” I nodded and Sam stood up. He went and sat next to Madison on the bed, and she climbed on to his lap.

“You wouldn’t think it,” Madison said, turning the tone of the room light again, “But half of killing monsters is being able to act. Wait till you see them in their Fed suits,” she said with a wink at me.

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clairegregoryau · 1 year

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Ten First Lines

ten first lines tagged by @ghostalservice! You should absolutely go check out her wonderful work ❤️

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway. All of these are Our Flag Means Death fics, mostly modern or historical AU, two canon-era. 1. It’s a dark, rain-damp night in the jungle, but the hunter is not alone. (Life Finds a Way, an OFMD x Jurassic Park AU) 2. Stede Bonnet stands on the ten-metre diving platform of the aquatic centre in Barbados, staring down at the blue depths of the pool far below. (Ordinary Magic, a Valentine's Day follow-up for Synchronicity (see below!) 3. Stede Bonnet stands outside the military hospital on the outskirts of London with a manila folder clutched in his hands, feeling suddenly very small against the enormous stone building. (Lost and Found, a WWI AU in which Stede's a searcher for the Red Cross, looking for information on missing-in-action Lucius) 4. Ed’s officially made it to his fifth Olympic Games, this time in Paris. (Synchronicity, my Olympic diving AU- unhinged smut meets incredibly tense diving action and a deep, deep love-at-first sight) 5. The thing about Stede’s dorm room is that it’s objectively insane. (I Want to Believe, The X-Files as Ed's bisexual awakening, co-authored by @ghostalservice- this line is hers!) 6. Lucky One Hundred, the website banner says. Could it be you? (Lucky One Hundred, camboy Ed x accidental subscriber Stede) 7. It’s a lazy afternoon on the island, as they all are these days, and Stede has Ed pressed up against the windows of the library, staring out across the whole wide ocean with his hands splayed on the glass, fucking slowly into him as he moans. (Eternal Stars and Endless Seas, a Here Be Monsters postscript (see below)- starts spicy, keeps going!) 8. Some days, when Ed feels like the world has thrown everything it possibly can at him, he’s reminded right quick that there’s fuckery out there to a level he’s never even imagined. (Birds of a Feather, a 1932 Great Emu War historical AU) 9. Ed wakes to the warm glow of morning light, and for a second he’s disoriented. (Tell Me on a Sunday, a fic-of-a-fic filling in extra 1987 detail about Ed's life for @faeeebaeee's Piña Coladas) 10. There’s a monster stalking the seas around the Leeward Isles. (Here Be Monsters, a post-canon reunion fic/ S2 possibility- my biggest and proudest work!) I don't know enough Tumblr handles off the top of my head to tag people! But I love to read these, so if you have a few works you'd like to talk about, please take this as your invitation to jump in on this trend ❤️

#ofmd #ofmd fic #ofmd fanfic #ofmd fanfiction #first lines #ao3fic #gay pirates #I've written far too many things but I'm also not planning on stopping anytime soon #our flag means death

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stormee-jiiva · 1 year

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The Flame of Peace

Can you tell what happened today lmao, I also ate my fingernails so now I can't type properly and I write on impulse on the tumblr app so rip there's probably so many mistakes lol I'm onto Sunbreak soon hopefully :>

@auraee I summon thee fellow hunter B) come get some food

Edit: AAAAHHH I FORGOT TAGS 😭

Monster Hunter AU!

Hunter!Kyōjurō Rengoku x Hunter!MC

Warnings: not at all proofread

Kyōjurō paced amongst the people of Kamura, His older styled Rathalos armour glittering with every distant flash of lightning. You'd been gone for hours, 2 hours, 34 minutes and 29 seconds. 30, 31, 32, 34-

"They'll be okay lad." Elder Fugen spoke, breaking Kyōjurō's counting streak. He moved his gaze from the stone tiles at his feet to the towering elder at his side, eyes shimmering with emotions. Worry, Love, Fear, all swimming amongst glistening hues of red and gold. Elder Fugen smiled a reassuring smile before Kyōjurō resumed his pacing.

The source of The Rampage had been found. Two Elder Dragons now identified as 'Wind Serpent Ibushi' and 'Thunder Serpent Narwa'. The two had somehow been able to resonate with the resident twins Hinoa and Minoto, they'd been the cause of countless years of pain and destruction for Kamura amongst other nearby regions... and now, the guild was sending you to deal with what was left of them after the previous encounters.

Kyōjurō started to pace slightly faster, brows pinching just those few millimeters further with each passing minute. Kamura was relying on a single person with their palico and palamute at their side to defeat two gods. And yet somehow this wasn't an uncommon occurrence. Few could forget the tales of hunters across both The Old World and The New taking on legendary beasts with only their palico at their side. Of course that knowledge did nothing to quell Kyōjurō's worry. Not many tales tell of the multitude of hunters that fell before they could reach such a level. You'd achieved so much already, Kyōjurō could only pray that this wouldn't be your final battle.

Senjurō watched his brother wear his boots into the stone, at this rate scorch marks would start to embed themselves into the rock below his feet. Instead of watching his dear brother wear his armour down with worry alone, Senjurō decided to turn his attention to the great red bridge that stood before Kamura's gates. At least the skies were clear now, that was surely a good sign. Although Senjurō had to admit he too was becoming concerned, it had been close to 3 hours now, if not longer.

It seemed however his fears would not last, as he saw you appear before him on the bridge, your stride full of both pride and fatigue. "Brother!" Senjurō called out to notify his brother but Kyōjurō had already stopped in his tracks upon seeing you cross the bridge, your loyal hunting buddies at your sides. His eyes almost couldn't believe what they were seeing, you were here, you had returned to him alive and well. Kyōjurō clumsily ran towards you if only to feel you in his arms again, to be sure that you were really here.

You giggled as Kyōjurō's arms wrapped around your form and spun you around. "Hehe well hello to you too My Flame." You'd quietly said to him as you embraced your fellow hunter. The Rampage was over for good, Kamura has been freed of calamity and your flaming lover was in your arms again.

Now that certainly calls for a feast.

#rengoku x reader #demon slayer rengoku #rengoku kyōjurō #kyojuro x reader #demon slayer #kimetsu rengoku #dragon #rengoku kyojuro #monsterhunterrise #monster hunter #monster hunter au #Kamura #hunter reader #yes lads

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heliotropies · 3 months

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Hi there!! I'm Katie/Kefli and this is my oc blog!!! this is where i infodump about my characters and stories, collate relevant posts, images, and art, amd occasionally post snippets of my writing 🤫

My Original Stories:

Demon Hunters (Fantasy)

Two teenagers must rebuild their lives after narrowly escaping the destruction of their village, while also trying to save the world from a monster invasion and a divine dictatorship - all while raising a baby.

Hell's Crossing (Horror, Comedy, Romance)

Two teenage girls from vastly different backgrounds must put aside their differences and work together in order to dig up the horrors of their respective family's pasts and figure out why the two are intertwined.

Hit The Road, Jackie (Vampires, Mystery)

A young bartender's life is thrown into upheaval when a renegade vampire decides to move in with her.

Human Error (Sci-Fi, Coming of Age)

A friend group of mutant teenagers must navigate the pitfalls of adolescence whilst also dealing with a rising wave of anti-mutant rhetoric threatening to tear their lives apart.

Journey To Eternity (Sci-Fi, Drama)

Three cosmic potentates find themselves stuck on earth while a war wages across their homeland and must learn to adapt to the human way of life.

Lay Me To Sleep (Supernatural, Mystery)

A group of witches investigate a string of grisly murders whilst trying to avoid the same fate for themselves.

Feel free to ask questions about my stories + characters!! 🥰

Main Blog

#oc #ocs #original character #original characters #original fiction #pinned post

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bluiex · 1 year

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Hmm... *brushes aside the debris on this blog with a foot* I see something bad happened here today. As much as I love angst, and I still very much intend to write more of the Turned!Grian scarian vampire au, I think you need some fluff tonight. Enjoy :)

-🩸 sang anon

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"You're joking, right?"

"No really! I used to hit this place all the time! You're gonna love it!"

Despite how eager Scar was, Grian felt a twinge of disappointment. His stomach growled at fragrance of dough and melted chocolate chips that swirled through the midnight air. Even from across the street, his heightened smell caught peanut butter, macadamia nuts, caramel, lemon zest, and a hundred other flavors his undead pallet could no longer taste.

"Scar, could we maybe just-"

"I'm not taking no for an answer, Grian. This is gonna be great. Just trust me!"

The light turned and they crossed the road hand in hand. (Scar dragging Grian behind him more like an excited toddler than a boyfriend.) Around them, the light of reflected streetlamps shone from the windows of closed shops, but in front of them was a warm, moon-shaped neon sign that read "Phantom Cookies."

Scar held the door open for Grian with a smile. "Welcome to Phantom Cookies" echoed the pajama-wearing employees as the two monsters stepped inside.

"This place is only open from midnight to five am," Scar beamed. "Its perfect for late night snacks and it smells amazing!"

A lopsided smile broke over Grian's face. It'd been so long since his life (or afterlife?) had a semblance of normality to it. Scar taking him on a date sent butterflies through his stomach, but it'd be months, years even, before his body could taste human food again.

He didn't want to pretend to enjoy it.

"We'll have one dozen, half chocolate chip and half peanut butter. Heated please!"

The ex-hunter sat down as Scar paid the cashier and brought a box of cookies and a single carton of milk to the table. Just as Grian reached to open the box, Scar swatted his hand away.

"Not yet sunshine," he smiled. "I gotta surprise for you."

The vampire unzipped his travel bag and clanged a red thermos on the table in front of his date.

"What's that there?" Grian eyed, feeling the back of his fangs prickle at the faint scent of iron drifting from it.

"What do you think it is?"

"Its certainly not what I think it is out in public, is it?"

"Mmm-hmm!" Scar hummed, opening the cookie box and shoving a chocolate chip one towards Grian. "Take a bite of this and a sip of that. I promise you you're gonna love it!"

He took the cookie and inspected it with a forced grin. "Ah yes, cookies and O negative. Just the way Santa likes them."

"I mean, milk is another body fluid when you think about it. Just a more socially acceptable one to drink." Scar mused. "Now eat!"

Grian's heart sank at his boyfriend's twinkling green eyes. He pressed the sweet between his teeth and bit into it, nothing but it's warm temperature and a crunchy, chewy absence filling his mouth.

It was lifeless.

"And then..." said Scar pushing the thermos forward with a finger, "have a drink."

Blood sounded like the worst beverage to pair a warm cookie with, but his mouth was dry so Grian unscrewed the cap and took a sip.

Instantly, the tang of life and hot metal sprung into his mouth. It coated his tongue like the morning sun, warming the fledgling vampire from the inside out. But instead of merely tasting good, loads of sugar and chocolate burst across his senses like the richest blanket in the world.

He could feel every granule of sugar scraping across his tongue and taste of buttery eggs and vanilla mixed into the batter. Tears streamed down his cheeks as the smell of chocolate, sweet chocolate, matched the equally delicious flavor in his mouth.

"See? I told you you'd like it." Scar said gently placing one hand over Grian's.

"But I thought I couldn't taste anything anymore!" He sniffed, rubbing his his face across his sleeve. "Everything else tasted so terrible! I-I thought you said it'd be years before I could-"

"It'll be years before you can taste anything without having a drink first." He finished. "And I purposefully didn't tell you that back home because I wanted your first 'normal' meal to be special."

Gods above if he didn't want to kiss the man senseless right then.

Grian smiled and giggled, then burst into laughter and pulled Scar across the table into a teary, half armed hug.

"You're an ass." He said pressing a kiss onto Scar's forehead. "A wonderful, terrible pain in the ass."

"We can do that later if you're still up for it," He teased as Grian sat back in his chair. "But let's make a habit of coming here. It's open late and I really missed the food."

"What made you stop coming here in the first place?" The other vampire asked as he chewed on another cookie. "Afraid of putting on some immortal pounds?"

"Actually, a certain hunter kept bothering me. Pesky bird kept me up all day so I had to sleep during the night."

"Good for you that bird is a bat now."

"Oh no," Scar's eyes softened as he stared warmly at Grian. "I'd say you're just a night owl now. Maybe even a nightingale! Because you're still just as lovely and still just as pesky."

Grian snorted and turned aside to cover his cheeks. Perhaps he couldn't blush anymore, but that didn't change the fact he felt warm and very loved by his thoughtful, goofy, and absolutely perfect boyfriend.

:(((((( /pos /pos /pos

Gods I love them so much. So much. Waaaah *rolls around hugging this* this is super cute and lovely and ghngnhhnhn amazing. Thank you

#bluie gets an ask poggers #scarian vampire au #scarian vampire hunter au #long post

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colorfullfalls · 1 year

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Baby sister part 2

Emily and Sam’s house had two extra rooms. One room had two single beds and the other one had a full. It was decided that you would share a room with Dean and Sammy would get his own room. Dean didn’t want you wondering out of his sight. It was the over protectiveness in him.

The bedroom was nice and decorated warmly. The room was a light green color with yellow and green bedding that had flowers all of it. You thought it was cute but Dean mumbled about it being too girly for his own liking. You were unpacking your bags when you could hear Dean and Sam arguing in the room over.

Those two got into it quite a bit and even more so once Sam started drinking demon blood to get stronger. It was a messy situation that should have never happened. A part of you wondered if you should have warned the wolves that Sam had telepathic powers and was wanted dead by most demons and vampires.

Staying with the wolves put them in danger.

You felt very confused about the whole imprinting thing. Sure, Paul was attractive- like really attractive and built like a tan greek god- but being told you are someone’s soulmate is pretty intimidating. He had this connection to you that you didn’t quite understand yet. How were you supposed to act around him? You have not had dating experience because of Dean and now you find your supposed soulmate. Fuck, you had no idea what to do or how to act around him.

You heard a knock at the door and there stood Paul, without a shirt. Honestly it was hard not to stare with his muscular and fit he was. Your eyes trailed his body before looking back to his face, which he was now smirking at the fact that you totally checked him out. His brown eyes gazed around the room before back to you.

He pointed behind him, “Your brothers are in the next room arguing.”

You let out a sigh, “Yeah, they do that. Both of them are strong headed and sometimes this happens. Can you hear what they are going on about?”

“You and me, how you are my imprint. Dean is pissed and Sam is arguing that it can be a good thing. I just want to clarify that you are in the lead here and I am the follower. Whatever you want from this is your choice. Friend, lover, a mix of both. It is up to you.” Paul explained, his voice suddenly serious.

“Thank you, but I guess we just play it by ear. There is a lot going on and love isn’t really the first thing on my mind right now.” You admitted.

Paul came into the room more and sat down on the bed beside you, crossing his strong arms and giving you a look to say to go on, “What’s going on in your crazy hunter world?”

You laughed, brushing a hand across your face, “Well, let’s see. There are demons after us because my brother Sam was chosen by a powerful demon to have super powers. Not only that but the angels are now fighting with us because we sort of caused the end of the world and they want Dean’s body as a vessel for the archangel Michael. Dean went to hell and our angel friend pulled him out but now Dean has trauma that he will not talk about.”

Paul’s mouth was slightly agape in shock from the word vomit of trauma you just threw his way. If you two were bound together he might as well know the danger that your family brings. Having kids with a nice family Christmas was not likely for you or your brothers. Not anytime soon at least.

Paul shook his head and ran his hand through his hair, “That, um.. That’s a lot of baggage your family has. I thought my life was rough because my dad’s an asshole.”

You nodded before sitting on the bed beside him, “My dad was too.”

“How did he die?”

“He traded his life for Dean’s. Which is funny because my dad was the hardest on Dean. My mother died when we were really young and my dad learned it was because of a demon. He entered the monster hunting world and never looked back. He would leave for a week at a time and dean would take care of us. Dean was our saving grace. He probably loves us more than my dad ever did. Dad was just so caught up in getting revenge for mom.” You explained.

“Your dad sounds like he was an absent father a little bit... but who taught you how to fight monsters then? Dean or your dad?”

You smiled, “Dean. My dad never wanted me or sam to know as much as Dean But Dean kind of pulled us into it and then my dad started training us. Paul, I just want you to understand that this will be complicated. If you are in my life that means you are going to be in danger.”

Paul’s serious expression faltered and he began to laugh, giving you a boyish smile and shaking his head, “Y/n, my existence puts you in danger. Vampires are drawn to us because we are their natural enemy. And considering your past that makes me really worried,” A low growl erupted from his throat before he looked you deep in the eyes and took your hand, “I will never let anything hurt you again.”

His hand felt extremely warm against yours, tingles running up and down your arm from the feeling. A blush arose on your cheeks from how dedicated to you he sounded. You had protective brothers but this was different.

“I wont let anything happen to you either.” You whispered, grabbing and interlocking your hands. You were shocked by how bold you were but you were guessing it was the whole imprint reaction.

Paul gave you a breathtaking smile before you heard his name being called downstairs. He let out a sigh and dropped your hand, “ I have patrol but I will be back later to see you.”

“Okay, be safe.” You stood up with him.

He laughed, “Always, sweetheart. You be safe” he said before winking at you and walking down the steps. A small part of you already missed him and wished he would come back.

Dean and Sam weren’t in the room so you decided to head downstairs to get to know Emily. Maybe she knew where the boys went and she seemed nice enough. Plus... she could tell you what Paul is like. You needed more information about the man that is supposed to be your soulmate.

Emily was alone in the kitchen humming and making muffin mix. Her long black and silky hair was tied up as she stirred the mix in the bowl. She turned around to notice you, offering a huge smile, “y/n, hello. I hope you liked the guest room. I gave you the pretty room.”

You smiled back, “Actually my brother Sam took that room and I got bunked with Dean. We trade who shares beds and Dean is paranoid about my safety. I think he thinks Paul is going to kidnap me...”

Emily let out a beautiful laugh as she wiped her hands off with a dish towel, “Yeah, your brothers knew Paul was in the room talking to you. Dean was not happy but Sam told him to leave it alone. They went to town to explore, I told them we could use some girl time.”

“Thanks, that was kind of you.”

Emily smiled again, “Paul is enamored by you, he is over the moon to have found his imprint. You are a lucky woman.”

You blushed again but shrugged, “I think I am going to make his life harder.”

She gasped, “Don’t say that! Paul can handle whatever is thrown his way. He won’t mind your supernatural world as long as you can handle his. I think he was relieved that you weren’t freaked out. You already know the crazy shit the world has to offer and that makes it easier. The other wolves have to explain everything to their imprints and that can be rough.”

You bit your lip for a second in thought, “What is Paul like?”

She grinned again, “He is honestly a good guy. He is a bit of a hot head but I think with you around that will fade away. He is a hard worker who likes to have fun. Him and the boys joke around all of the time. But mostly he is very dedicated to those that he loves. Like i said, you’re a lucky woman.”

You started to panic as a feeling of pain shot through your head. Sometimes your body could tell when supernatural was around. You didn’t have powers like Sam, but it was like a gift that you could sense those different around you. This had a bad feeling.

“Emily, is anyone home?”

“Nope, why?” She seemed so relaxed but was starting to sense your panic, “What’s wrong?”

“Go up to your room. Like now.” You shouted, feeling the panic rising even more. “Now emily.”

“I am not leaving you-”

The door bust open to a yellow eyed demon walking in. Her stature was small but you knew that she could kill you. You had no weapons on you and your brothers were gone. Great, just great.

“Emily, upstairs.” You ordered, standing in front of her.

“Putting her a floor above won’t make her safer. But i don’t care. It’s not this woman that I want dead. Its y/n winchester that is going to die today.” The demon walked forwards as Emily ran out the door. You thanked god that she escaped but knew that this is the moment that you actually die. And not even beside your brothers.

“How did you find us?” You asked, backing up and looking for any sort of a weapon. Panic was beginning to take over now that you were alone. At least Emily was safe. But dying alone didn’t sound great either. There was a knife on the counter that you grabbed, clutching the handle for dear life.

“We have a network. Plus, I have been following you since Oregon. I finally got you alone without your brothers or other supernatural beings. Figured this was my chance to end you, make your brother’s weaker.”

“She’s not alone.”

Behind the demon stood Castiel, who you had never been more happy to see. He put his hand on the demon’s head and killed it within seconds. Your chest filled with relief at knowing that you were safe. Your best friend had just showed up and saved your life.

You crossed the room in two seconds to enter his arms, finally feeling like you could breathe again, “You saved my life.”

“I feel like at this point all I do is save the Winchesters. You would have died if i did not come. I could feel your panic.” He explained, his eyes scanning you to make sure that you were alright. “What are you doing here?”

“We were on a hunt when we saw werewolves. Apparenlty they have a vampire problem that we said we would help out with.”

He quizzical looked at you before he shook his head, “Are you an imprint of a wolf? You smell like one.”

You blushed at how blunt he always was, “yeah, found out today.”

“Interesting. Someone is coming and they think I am the enemy. I need you to stand back in case a fight happens. I don’t need you getting hurt.” Castiel nonchalantly pushed you backwards but you shook your head no as you heard growls getting close to house. Outside the window you could see a silver wolf bolting for the house with a black wolf behind him. You shoved Castiel out of the way before booking it outside the door. You did not want Castiel to hurt Paul or vice versa.

Paul sad red as he ran towards the house. The pack had been on patrol for the vampires when they could hear a woman screaming. Sam knew it was Emily and they ran towards her but could hear her yelling that you were alone at the house and in grave danger. Emily was crying and her panic only made Paul panic more. His heart racing in his chest as he took off towards the house. He needed to get there in time to saved you. He just found you today, he couldn’t lose you.

He saw a man through the door way and that is who he assumed to be the attacker, but within seconds he saw you running out the door and towards him, waving your hands and yelling no. His eyes scanned you and there were no wounds and he did not smell blood. His anxiety was still through the roof with you being that close to a supernatural being. He had to get you away.

“The man inside saved me! He’s a friend!’ you yelled, pointing inside where Castiel was, “Don’t go near him please. He saved me.”

Paul’s wolf stopped right in front of you, nuzzling his face into your neck, breathing in your scent to calm him down. He wad full of rage and fear, but you seemed to be okay. He was confused where this mystery man came from but he was grateful that the man showed up when he did. Paul promised to never leave you alone without a protector again.

Castiel walked outside and awkwardly waved, “This is Castiel. He’s our best friend. He is an angel and he just saved my life. I can explain everything once you are human again.” you said.

Just as you said that the Impala pulled in. The boys got out of the car and ran over making sure that you were alright because the wolves were shifted. They then noticed Cas and ran over to hug him.

“What happened? Why is Cas here?” Sam asked.

“A demon found me when you guys left. Said I was on the list to kill to make you guys weaker. It said it followed us from Oregon.” You explained as Paul growled. Dean wrapped you in for a hug, kissing your head. He smelled comforting and you felt yourself completely calm down now that your big brothers were there with you.

“I am so sorry that we left, Y/n.” Sam said, reaching over to smooth your hair.

“I have to go, but I just wanted to make sure you guys would be back before I went. I have business I need to attend to, but I bring a warning. The demons are after y/n specifically now. You need to train her more than ever.” Cas said, looking directly at you.

“We will.” Both boys said.

Emily came walking through the clearing with the others from earlier in their regular form. You were glad that she was safe, but you had a feeling that she was mad that you sent her away.

“Never send me away like that again, y/n. Us imprints have to stick together,” She scolded.

“I am used to this world, and it ended up being fine.” You argued.

“Because of me.” Cas pointed out. You nodded in agreement, giving him one last hug. Cas then vanished like he always does. You felt a snout touch your hand and you looked to see that it was Paul nuzzling you. You brought up your hand to touch his head. His fur was extremely soft.

“Go change. We are training now.” Dean said, pushing you towards the door. You rolled your eyes but listened, going inside and up the steps. You looked back to see the wolves heading back towards the trees but Paul’s wolf stayed for a minute looking at you before it took off with the black wolf.

You felt bad because you knew he must have been scared shitless at the idea of a demon being around his imprint that he just met. You were just thankful to have so many protectors in your life.

#paul lahote imagine #supernatural

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gremlins-hotel · 1 month

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[au] every serious hunter needs their silly rider, i think. @artistically-hershie

#alpha romeo tango #monster hunter: cross // across two worlds #hetalia #aph america #aph russia #hws america #hws russia #alfred f jones #ivan braginsky #rusame #amerus #monster hunter #mh #monhun #monsterhunter #モンスターハンター #モンハン

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smt4flynn · 9 months

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COMING IN COMING OUT, CRAZY NOW, CRAZY NOW, CRAZY NOW

Vampire story so far

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A serpentine road winds up to the waiting mansion far in the distance, the Viera sat with hands curled on her lap as the carriage bumps and rocks with the movement of the road. It moves in a troubling, puzzling manner, dragging her like a cadaver to a morgue to her destination, yet escape is not an option – not only for the fact that the carriage moves quickly and she wishes not to try her chances, not only for the fact that she sits in a luxury offered by a man most influential, but for the fact that magic circles around her throat in a makeshift collar. Runes she has never seen before float around her neck, a scant millimetre away from her skin, cast upon her by the man that sits across her so leisurely, a book in hand from a new author – someone she does not recognise.

He sits, composed and silent across from her; dressed in a finely tailored suit, fitted perfectly to his proportions as large as he is, towering over her not only with his Garlean origins but with a gift supernatural, a gift that has him forever immortalized as he looks now. A man in his late thirties, early forties, with a swept over, two-toned hair that houses a singular white streak amidst wine-toned locks. Bow-shaped lips release a low huff, agitation over whatever he is reading, and they are as red as rubies, as red as the life source he sups from. Her hands uncurl on her lap, arm aching from how tightly she clenches her fists, and she looks out towards the vistas available to her.

Trees as old as time take over a majority of her vision, wizened from the changing seasons, and still there is something beautiful as she witnesses leaves fall in waves, carried by the cold wind. It is late enough that she can not catch sight of any of the woodland critters, the time in which the sun sets and darkness holds over.

(“I had thought your ilk cannot function in the day.” says she, Cyresia, to the man who now keeps her, head raised yet eyes focused on his chin instead of those golden serpent eyes.

His hand rests atop his walking cane, clad in white silken glove, and she sees the way his then-maroon painted lips curl into an amused smile. “You are indeed right, my dear; yet, the older you are, the more you can... tolerate it. You lose your strength, your powers, you are oh-so-vulnerable to little monster hunters who think they can handle you, but I have had the experience of many lifetimes, as I am sure most of your kin does as well.”

“We do not suddenly cease to be because we stand within sunlight, nor should we ever have to train ourselves to endure it the older we grow,” she says, eyes still trained on his chin, breathing slow, “and do you not fear that I will try to kill you? Have you not given me the go ahead to be able to do that?”

“You overestimate how weak I can personally get from this, don’t you? Even should I be weaker than a mortal, I need not vampiric strength to overpower you. And, let us not forget,” a shadow casts over her when he walks closer. He bends down, burying her further in his presence, lips close to her stiff and straight lapin ear. “You do not have the trained will to be able to fight back against a vampire’s bargain,” he whispers, voice almost sultry in how low it is, “and I would recommend you do not even attempt.”)

Fingers sweep across her neck, as though attempting to feel the runes that bind her. She lets loose a harsh exhale, ankles crossing as she leans against the carriage wall, watching as the world moves by quickly. “Perhaps you should sleep,” his voice, bored and disinterested as ever, catches her attention, and Cyresia glances over to the man who smacks his book shut with one hand, the sound of it loud in the small space of the carriage. “We are quite a ways away, and it would not do for you to be so tired when we arrive there.” his eyes light up, as though hit with an idea, and the fingers holding his book tap against it once just for it to disappear, sent away to... somewhere. He snaps his fingers and she shifts up, her attention entirely on him. “Good girl.” he says sardonically before he beckons her over with two fingers. “Come, lay your head on my lap, instead of staying seated there all on your lonesome.”

“Must I?” she asks, voice quieter than she intends for it, and the vampire gives a smile that flashes his sharp teeth. He watches her, waits, and her shoulders slump before she gets up on shaky legs. His hands reach out and she uses them to balance herself, helped closer to him only to be made to stop when he moves his hands down to her hips, tapping on them thoughtfully with his index.

“Address me properly.” he says lowly, his nails scraping against her hip and an involuntary shiver runs through her as his claws catch on the silks he dresses her in. Her hands rest on his shoulders from another bump on the road to keep her from stumbling over onto him. She looks down to witness his golden gaze piercing through her.

(“Rose gold,” he says with some measure of amusement as he cups her face and strokes the underside of her eye with a gloved thumb, “what uniquely beautiful eyes you have, dearest – Viera truly are the gem of the world, are they not?” and she sits quiet, hands tight fists on her lap. Still she dresses in rags, having just been barely bought, and the man before her shakes his head. “You did not deserve the treatment they gave to you – these marks shall take a while to fade. Fret not, I shall care for you, as you deserved.”

They must be aware, they must absolutely be aware that their master is a vampire, they must be aware as they take her away and wash the grime out of white hair, as they scrape all of the dirt that cakes itself onto her skin, the reminders of the squalor she lived in under those who would sell all of the humans – save for the lalafells it seems, for ‘their blood has no taste and the personal discomfort at supping from one is not worth the reputation loss’ – to the gluttonous vampires.

“You will rest here in this home away from home,” he says to her, watching from his armchair as she is dressed by his servants – in an outfit so fine and form-fitting. “We will have your skin restored and your body cleansed.” she looks at him, he who sips of the wine, and she cannot say a word when he comes to a stand and cups her chin, lifting her head up to inspect her closely.

When he bends down, he presses a kiss to her cheek, then another to the corner of her lips, and smiles something sinister and sweet. “May your recuperation go well.”)

She cannot look away from him. He holds her gaze, his height still imposing with her standing over him, and it is almost intimate how he tugs her closer even when she is well aware her station beneath him. She has yet to feel his lips against her neck, his teeth sink into her vein. Fear bubbles in her stomach. A sigh slips out of her. “Yes, master Solus-”

“Ah, ah.” he clicks his tongue, lips curling into a playful smile. His hands slide up her back, settling above her derriere, though he does not resist the temptation to simply let his hands rest on her rear for a scant moment before going to settle on her lower back. “You know better than that.” he sounds more like a tutor correcting a normally perfect student, and Cyresia cannot fight back the downward curl of her lips, agitated by the nonchalance, and her fingers curl into shaking fists atop his shoulders.

His lips press against her belly, kissing her even through the fine silk that flows down her body, far too expensive for who is essentially a walking, regenerating meal. “Yes,” she begins, “yes, master Emet-Selch.”

And she feels him open his mouth near her hip, teeth scraping against her in almost a threat, just for him to back away, face once more unreadable as he tugs her down onto his lap. He completely encompasses her, hand running down her back to cup her twitching tail, pinching the tip of the fluffy bundle, before he cradles her head under his chin so that he may kiss her forehead.

“Good girl.” and he helps her slide next to him, patting her head encouragingly until she finally laid down, resting upon his thick thighs, and Cyresia flutters her eyes shut. Her ears lay flat on her head and she fights against the urge to freeze when his hand comes to pet her hair. “Rest, my dearest pet, rest. I will wake you when we have arrived, but for now – listen to my voice, let yourself be lulled to deepest dreams, and rest.”

A gentle nudge on her shoulder is what forces her out of a deep void sleep. Her eyes flutter open and she finds herself curled into a protective huddle, one hand lazing in front of her and the other resting on Solus’s – Emet-Selch’s – knee.

#Andro Fics #Fics: FF14

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kittydoesthings · 1 year

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tell me?

THE FLOODGATES HAVE BEEN OPENED

I am rotating so many characters in my brain constantly but the good news is they can all be sorted into four different stories here we goooooooooooooo

Double Cross is the name of the story I've made for Shadow, my void creature OC. It also stars Molly (formerly the human version of Shadow who is now retconned into her own character) and Kiki, with the recent additions of Mimi, who is Kiki's twin sister, and Synthia, that cyborg pop idol girl who is Molly's girlfriend and has recently started to be developed into a minor antagonist. Double Cross follows Shadow and their friends as they work as bounty hunters and deal with the long dormant repercussions of Shadow's destructive actions from before they were sealed away in an amulet for a few hundred years.

OS Installed: S.K.I.P. is what I've decided to call the story focused around my adorable little robot OC, Skip! Weirdly enough, even though she's the OC I've drawn the most, she has the least character development out of all my OCs. So far she's the only character but I did mess around with the idea of giving her an older sibling. OS Installed is about Skip powering on in what's left of the factory that built her, and traveling through the nature-reclaimed company to figure out what happened.

The Adventures of Star Girl is basically my pride and joy right now; it's the story of my oldest ever OC, Star Girl (real name being Millie), journeying through outer space as a magical girl, accompanied by a crew of aliens who she befriends along the way. Said aliens are Lu'Xivrri (nicknamed "Lulu" for convenience), Minji, Toady, H-311, and Nova (who is technically not an alien). Nova starts out as one of the main antagonists, but eventually joins the crew as an ally, as well as being Millie's love interest. An asteroid containing a powerful artifact crashes in the woods near Millie's hometown, and she discovers that with it she gains immense power. Unfortunately, a whole lot of huge alien monsters also want that power, but since she's the one with the magic space rock, she can easily take them down. She then meets Lulu, who yells at her about the mess she's gotten herself into. They then tell her just how dangerous this crystal she picked up really is, and how they're part of an organization that deals with overpowered god artifacts so that they don't fall into the wrong hands and half the universe explodes. They didn't beat the native life of Earth to the artifact though, and now it's bonded to this random human. Millie, now going by the alias of Star Girl when she does her magical girl transformation, makes the difficult decision to leave Earth behind and fly out into the cosmos with Lulu in order to protect the people she loves on her planet.

And now last but not least, Heroes of the Grove, my newest story, features my two newest OCs, Ashley and Mellodica. Long-time followers of this blog might know that Ashley isn't technically my newest character, being based off of a version of Bow Kid from one of my many AUs for A Hat in Time (started out as the protag of the defunct Dream AU and then eventually swapped over to being a Gem AU character, and has since been retconned out of the story). On a school field trip to the forest one day, Ashley strays from the group and no-clips through the ground. Rather than end up in the backrooms, Ashley finds herself in the Grove, a world parallel to Earth in the form of a huge cave system containing a lush forest. Though she has mild wilderness survival skills left over from when she was a girl scout, Ash knows she's not going to last long in this place; there be monsters in them woods. Luckily, Mellodica, the princess of the Grove, finds Ashley and offers her a place to stay. While staying there, Ash and Mel come across an old prophecy about two heroes stopping a calamity from befalling the Grove. Predicted events start happening soon after, and even though the dusty text didn't specifically mention a human and a princess being said heroes, Ashley and Mellodica decide to step up to the roles anyway- it might be fun!

Additional fun facts!

Shadow initially started out as my sona, being an elaborate joke about how since the void is literally the concept of non-existence and they are a creature made of and from the void, they do not exist and therefore I do not have a sona.

Skip's full name is System Knowledge Innovation Program 3.0, and her "full name" is Skip GoodDay (Good Day Inc. is the company that made her).

I have recently decided that Star Girl's character arc is that "step one, establish character filled with joyous whimsy, step two, inflict soul-crushing trauma" image. She is not safe.

Ashley could potentially have gone to the same school as Star Girl, considering circumstances. They are the only OCs of mine to have their individual stories be compatibly in the same universe (Shadow's home planet is Earth-like but is definitively not Earth, and Skip's story interferes with the time frame, as Millie and Ashley's versions of Earth are identical to our world, and Skip's world has perfected the process of building AI well before we have).

#my ocs #kitty ocs #double cross #void creature oc #shadow #os installed: skip #robot oc #skip the robot #S.K.I.P. 3.0 #the adventures of star girl #magical girl #magical girl oc #star girl #heroes of the grove #ashley #mellodica #infodump #god how long did i spend typing this

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blissfulalchemist · 1 year

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rouge, coral, hickory, fog + carly xx

Thank you Stella! Can always rely on you for bringing them the spotlight. I just went with it and so top answers are main verse Carly and bottom ones are ffxiv her.

ask my oc a question!

Rouge- Do you have an unpopular opinion?

“Like in terms of morals ??? Or just in regards to media and things of that nature? I mean I have them on both. In terms of morals I do truly believe that there is a certain nature to humans that relates to survival at all costs, where at the end of the day you have to become the hunter or else you’re prey and being that sucks when its you, but not in a dude bro kind of way. Because see listen those guys love to claim themselves “hunters” but really are the easiest of prey. Have you not seen how easily they let a woman into their lives is she’s meek and makes them feel big? Truly a marvel I will never get over seeing time and time again. That being said women are the biggest hunters and the best kind and truly I should just start a foundation where I can get women off of any charge if they don’t want to go to jail. Wait did I answer it? If you want a shallower opinion then Concerts are over rated and the peak of television is anything I had a hand in producing over the years.”

“Honestly, Fandaniel had a point and we should have just let the man kill us all in the end.” crosses arms grumbling, “And the Warrior of Light isn’t that fuckable actually. Ya’ll are just delusional.”

Coral - Do you have a strong moral code? What are some moral things that you feel strongly about?

“I mean if doing what you want when you want can be a moral code then sure I have a pretty strong one. Really it comes down to what is the smarter thing to do.”

“I mean not to steal from a certain father figure but with moral relativism in mind I would think so. I mean I kill sure, who doesn’t or wouldn’t, but I wouldn’t just kill a child outright with my bare hands, I cannot be held liable for war. I don’t fuck to get what I want....well okay in a way that’s degrading and like its money. There are lines and limits, some very much unknown to me still, but if it benefits me in keeping me alive then it’s fair game I will do it. There’s a little openness to this as well I have yet to come up against things that will test my moral code.”

Hickory - How smart are you? Would you consider yourself more book smart or street smart?

“I would put myself more as someone that is more observational rather than smart. When you observe you learn and when you learn you can apply. Truth be told I never really finished school. I think the city of New York took pity and just gave me something. Pretty hard to learn or do any schooling when you kept moving just to find work and scraps to eat.”

“Clever would probably be better to use. I never had any formal training in the art of war and yet I was able to achieve all that was ever asked of me. Even if I never had the title in a formal sense I still was known by a high rank from those around me. If I have to pick from the two concepts presented then you could put me more in the street smart category.”

Fog - Was there ever a period in your life when you were confused and lost? how did you get out of it?

“In the days before the war. I was weak, relied heavily on others, and didn’t know how to get out from under my mother’s control. Perspective is gained once one has distance and I was able to see the way forward. Two years later I would find myself with absolute clarity and nothing has been a fog since.”

“I wouldn’t have ever said I was lost or confused, but I was more aimless. When you’ve lived under the thumb of a monster that controlled everything, having the whole world at your disposal is a little overwhelming. It didn’t last long as I took on jobs here and there where I could be classified as a ‘contract killer’ until I came across a dead man walking who then taught me the ways of the sword so I no longer needed to use the blades of a weak willed child. Very brief time but I learned all I needed to and I never felt the need to be lost or confused. Everything has had a goal since.”

#Look if you think she's lying you might be right but have fun calling her on her bs #anyway I love these they're so fun!#carly oc #carly chara ask #carly in chara ask #x3: how to rule an empire

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imperatorfuriosaas · 2 years

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4 Days to Zeppelin

The first chapter for a fic I’ve had rolling around in my head for a few days. Do with it what you like. Essentially the core four take a little vacation for themselves to see Led Zeppelin in the city.

Chapter One: Tickets Acquired!

John’s hair was soft. Softer than Carlos had originally anticipated but delightfully so. Not as soft as Lata’s hair but much softer than Mary’s. He wasn’t sure when him playing with their hair became a thing, but it had certainly become a thing. His favorite activity in the car was sitting behind whoever was driving and giving them a little head massage, or braiding Lata’s hair, or running his fingers through John’s truly incredible head of hair.

This was how he found himself at 4 pm on a Thursday when it happened. Laying on the bed, above John who was sitting cross-legged on the floor teaching Lata how to clean a pistol. His fingers were weaving their way through the roots when Mary all but kicked the door to their motel room open, flushed and seemingly fresh from a fight.

The action was immediate. He literally felt John’s attention snap to Mary, like she was his platoon leader coming to give them orders. Lata nearly fell over trying to twist herself to face the doorway, pistol taken apart and abandoned between them on the floor. Carlos was the only one who did not move. His eyes lazily slid to Mary’s, looking just uninterested enough for her to know it wasn’t the case.

The energy in the room was… weird. They were waiting for her to explain herself and she was trying to catch her breath.

“I got them.” She breathed, a smile spreading slowly across her face. “I fucking got them.” She extended her hand far enough out for them all to see 4 tickets, Led Zeppelin, Baltimore, in 4 days. “Nearly had to fight some dude who thought he could get in front of me, but I scared him–” Before she could finish John and Lata were both enveloping her in a hug, smiles on their faces, bouncing up and down. Carlos sat up on the bed and looked at his friends, he took a mental snapshot of this moment before rolling his eyes and crossing over to them. For a moment they feel like just a group of friends, not hunters, not far-too-young adults who face down nightly horrors that would make most people break down.

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It had actually been Lata’s suggestion. They had been hard on the trail of Samuel and the Akrida, and non-stop hunting for months. A werewolf had brought them to Maryland and Lata had seen the ad in the paper. It took a little convincing, Carlos had been in immediately, Mary was easy to sway as they were her favorite band, John had been the lone hold out. He had been so gung ho as of late to stay on target. Finally after convincing him the world would still need saving after a little vacation he relented.

They had sent Mary to get the tickets because she, surprisingly, was the most intimidating and most likely to stay on target and not get distracted. Her teachers had told her she was incredibly task oriented.

So for the first time in months they were going to relax. Carlos grabbed the keys and John and took off for the store, coming back with liquor and junk food. Mary and Lata attempted to make the motel look like something other than a place to stay for the night, as they were going to be there for a little bit longer than anticipated. Lata even convinced Mary to put away all weapons, lore books, and notes. For a vacation isn't a vacation unless you actually take a break.

The party, if you can call it that, started simply. They did shots, toasting to Jimmy Page and then another, toasting to Robert Plant. They traded stories of their best hunts, toughest kills, and John contributed a tale or two from Vietnam. Mary told them tales of growing up as a hunter, her first solo hunt, the ghost she took out at 7. Carlos told them more about the interesting people that he met on the road than the monsters he hunted. Lata waxed poetic about the different myths she had studied in the library and how it had blown her mind to find out that they were all true.

After a while John just sat and listened, the whiskey relaxing him. Watching these three beautiful humans who leaned into each other, trusted each other. Trusted him . Lata at some point rested her head on his bicep, he caught himself smiling at the trust, the comfort of such a small simple action. Their circle got smaller, the bottles got lighter, and the world went just a little blurry.

At some point, no one knows when, Carlos began putting on a show, performing his rendition of Zeppelin songs. Lata signing back-up when necessary. Soon coerced Mary and John into singing an especially maudlin version of Tangerine with them as they danced around their dingy hotel room before collapsing to sleep. Comfortable, safe, and all just a little in love with each other.

#fanfic #the winchesters #the winchesters cw #john winchester #carlos cervantez #latika desai #mary campbell #john x mary x carlos x latika

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nat1vibes · 1 year

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Disgaea Character inclusion Challenge:

taking on the challenge by @manygalaxiesinoneaxiesinone Rules and found in this post

Disgaea 1 and Dd2 New story character: Espio. (As an extra lil story in post game) An angel trainy like Flone. When he heard by Vulcanus preeches that Flone had gone rogue with demons. His sense of justice couldn't allow such promissing angel to fall in the cluches of demons! So he made his own way to the netherworld. Yet after humilliation and defeat at the hands of demons after demons. He started to adapt, Two red horns growing on his head, cutting and dyeing his long blonde hair into spikey black, his big white wings on his shrinking into black fallen angel aesthetic wings a bit above his waist. And contiues to create his own kinda mad max like force made by weak demons that resent the world and want to get stronger. When he finally comes by Flone by accident, he and his grunts stire up trouble and after Getting stompped by Laharl, join his army

New humanoid: Bounty Hunter. Good at swords and Bows. They are Demons sent by the dark accembly to capture those not showing up for trials. Pretty okay in physical combat, and having status effect spells with high chances but low range.

New monster: Snakemen: human like body, looong neck and a big bite. 1-2 normal attack range. special attacks come with either poison or stun.

New DLC: Wataru Mitani(Brave Story) Little boy will be scared out of his mind in the neather world. But his sword abillities would help him enough. I think it would be funny to have an other young looking boy to go with Laharl as he starts showing compassion to this lost boy, who he sees himself in him kinda.

Disgaea 2 New sotry character: Masked Boy. Probably can guess where we go from here. Adells long lost Brother??? a swordman of flames in black robes and a mask like those of his parents. After fake zenon was beat. And word across the land spreads. He visits Adells village and seen as a threat. After a fight with no clear winner. a series of events unfolds as Adell find out and is forced to accept his Demonic Haritege.

New humanoid: Humdevil(male). Humans turned demons by zenons curse. Average affinity with every weapon. Look kinda like Adell's dad after he became a demon

New monster: Humdevil(Female). Humans turned demons by zenons curse. They get access to all kinda of magic(element/star/heal/status/buff)up to giga level. Good versitile casters. Honestly they and the male counterpart could be interchangable with female getting staves and male being phycial attackers.

New DLC: Ragna the bloodedge(BlazBlue) from Hanakos summoning. They Try to summon ''the biggest edgelord of an other universe'' I think he would have a nice dynamic with Adell. He works like a monster unit. Attacking with his own sword, and his skills being 1rst[hells fang] which works like Adells 1rst skill. but with Ragnas black flames, 2nd[belial edge] goes up to the air and mounts his sword, propelling it with enegry down to foes( guessed it. works like adells 2nd skill) and 3rd[Black Onslaught] guessed it again. A single target combo skill.(all moves from his actuall game). He Magichanges to his Azure grimoire demon arm version

Disgaea 3 New story character: Balmaz von Balmandine Badamant An evil version of Almz with shark teeth, calling himself the True Anti-Hero(coz even evil almz can only be so evil). Close to about as eccentric as Mao. To which he hits it off great with. And Almz starts to feel inferior and maybe that princess Saphaire could fall for that, in his eyes, more confident version of him. Yet after both Balmaz and Saphaire confirm they are repulsed by eachother in a wacky scene. Almaz is more than accepting of his alter ego.

New humanoid: delinquent! Tough looking fist fighting demons. That go to class on time! water flowers all around the school! And help old ladies cross the street. Their battle grunts would be in tough voices ''For love!''(when attacking) ''Friendship sholves all!''(team attacks) ''Can't wait to do my taxes"(when hit)

New Monster: Teachers. Big demons with ties. baicisbly Rifle demons with both arms and less hanched. ''To detention''(attack) ''Lets sholve this together''(team attck) ''I'm not paid enough for this''(when hit)

New DLC: Iruma-kun (Mairimashita! Iruma-kun) Making his way in an other Demon school! Would hit it off with Almaz well. High avoid, Good bow skills. and a bunch of cool specials.

Disgaea 4 New story character: Vengence. A demon made up from all the human souls negative emotions that died in the war when Valvatorez was a tyrant and walked the earth. He might not end up as a playble character, or maybe when he is purified by the group he turns to Forgivness and lighter version of him. Good story chance for Artina and Valz to traumabond. (even though i don't like the ship ngl)

New Humanoid:Vampires! NGL some might call this a cheap effort. I'd love just kinda a more slik no cape ver of a vampire in the game. Evilities to steal hp and sp from target. Good at spears and sword. Yes a shameless generic copy of Valvatorez.(which some people might have liked. I know i love generics more than story characters gameplay wise some times.)

New monster: Roachmen. BIG, TANKY, BUFF, cocoroache demons. Big DEF big RES big Element res. An undying, force of the neatherwolrd.

New DLC: Alucard (Hellsing) Whats better than 1 badass vampire+ one more version of himself in post game? TOW BADASS VAMPIRES. Good with Guns. Alucard would be going on a walk across the neatherworld.

Disgaea 5 New story character: Vessel. A failed experiment of void darks when he was looking for ways to bring Lize back. With an overload taken by an overlord weaker than marjorita. So Void deemed him a failed product and thrown away. Brought up in postgame. As Void now tunred to good. Wants to find him and help maybe? They find him in a neather world whose peopel all die, alone. As it turns out. The nature of the overload had made it such that he would unknowgnly to him Suck the life force from those aroudn him. And grow stronger and healthier. When he found out he decided to stay there till he died. Being now the Overlord of the empty planet. The gang helps him short out his fellings after multiple battles and him running away to notindirectly kill them. And he finally gives for to his Overload ''Debt return'' which now lets him fight the sideffect of other overload. (mechanics it gives a % of his stats to close allies)

New humanoid: heroic spirit. (remember that old defender of earth in d1. Yeah they are like him but can use a bunch of weapons) unlocked after the story with Vessel. the souls of the people in the neatherworld he was in.

New monster: Laserbeast. A formless existence of plasma that thats diferent beastial forms with attacks. Movement. Specials and the like.

New DLC: Shiki Tohno (Thukihime/Melty blood) Kinda broken. His Specials might deathblow if enemy is at (HP% based on the skill) His Overload. He goes Nanaya mode.gaining a movement and Stat boost. Changing his specials as well. (Like valvatorez overload. coz i find transformation overloads sick as fuck)

#disgaea #disgaea 5 #disgaea 4 #disagea 3 #disgaea 2 #brave story #blazblue #mairimashita! iruma-kun #hellsing #thukihime #melty blood #crossover

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