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New yuri game studio!
Hi! We're Quill Yuri, a branch of @quill-studios focusing on yuri games!
From murder mysteries to fantastical adventures, we'll make cathartic yuri games one story at a time!
Follow us and keep an eye out for gaymes to come 🐶🌈
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Lachesis or Atropos Steam Release Announced! (ft. Quill Yuri)
Lachesis or Atropos (transliterating "∨" to "or") is going to be released on Steam with the help of @quill-studios's new yuri branch—@quill-yuri!
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For those who are unfamiliar with LoA, it’s the horror-mystery yuri visual novel that we initially released for Spooktober 2022. The game made it to the shortlist in judging, but we’ll be polishing it up even further!
A private investigator visits a small town after recovering from a coma. She searches for her mentor's lost beloved, but the very eyes she was born with, those that can see the black strings of hate, drag her down into the darkness of conspiracy.
A cult, two priestesses, and the threads that puppet the world.
Q. What will the Steam release entail?
A. New art, touch ups to the script, additional songs to the soundtrack, and more…! (Just like last time)
These updates will also be pushed to itch, so don't worry about missing out if you prefer not to use Steam.
Here's a little sneak peek to a new CG by @papairaart...!
(caption: A snippet of a new CG from the update! (artist: papaya))
To get the updated game the moment it comes out, wishlist now on Steam!
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#visual novel#vndev#yuri#wlw#lesbian#horror#mystery#horror game#yuri game#steam#steam release#quill yuri#announcement#newsletter#devlog#lachesis or atropos#Youtube
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bastard man (derogatory) vs. bastard man (affectionate)
#aka elias bouchard and the railroad man#I'm sorry but yuri lowenthals voice got to me#ogoa#old gods of appalachia#tma#the magnus archives#magpod#elias bouchard#the railroad man#rusty quill#ogoa podcast
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body heat
Yuuri pushes off the wall, closing his eyes and letting his feet guide him around the empty rink. He picks up speed, some part of his brain calling for a jump and his body responding subconsciously, and with the flick of a toe pick launches into a clean double axel. He skates around for a bit, feeling the music playing in his ear buds out.
It was nice to just... be on the ice, no obligation, no screaming fans, just a soft instrumental and the familiar scraping of the blades against the ice. Yuuri lets himself spin on one foot, then the other, lazily twizzling around the edges as his music fades into a single high violin, and the high E ends with his arms wrapped around himself.
In the silence echoing in his head, he hears someone else's skates scrape up slowly behind him, before a familiar pair of arms wrap themselves around him. A nose buries itself between his shoulder blades, and Yuuri can smell the familiar pine-ash-cat-cinnamon scent. He smiles, content, and leans into the blond's arms.
"Hello, Yurio," he turns around. "Where's-"
"The old man is coming, Katsudon," Yuri grumbles. The blond alpha shoves away from Yuuri with a flaming face, pointing a threatening a finger at Yuuri. "Don't mention that in front of him."
"Ay, I won't," Yuuri says, skating closer to his the pup - Yuri really isn't a pup anymore, he's almost at the age of presenting - and laces his fingers into the younger man's hand. "Come on, Yurio-kun, skate with me." He drags Yurio into a few laps around the rink. When Viktor joins them, the three men - two Russians and one Japanese, three champions - share a smile and come together. The ice was closed, it was everyone else's once-a-month day off, and so they were there alone.
"Ew, you guys, stop being so gross!" Yuri calls, every time Victor and Yuuri look at each other for more than two seconds.
"Yurio, we can be gross with you too!" Viktor exclaimed, his signature heart-shaped smile making its way into his face. He pushes off of Yuuri, who leans against the boards and watches his pup screech and skate away from Viktor. "Aw, Yuriiooooo, don't you love me?!"
"NO!"
Yuuri twitches. That-
"Vitya!" He calls. "I think- Can we go home?" As always, Viktor lights up when Yuuri calls their shared apartment home, but it's undercut with- "I think- Yurio, grab my skate bag please?"
His heat. Not early, he'd just lost track of the dates and the stress of moving to a new country, one where he barely knew the language... Clearly he'd lost track of the number of suppressants left. Yurio looks up, confused, and putz his skate guards on. He grabs Yuuri’s bag and the three leave the rink, locking it carefully behind them
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(Yuuri's heat nest was not in their bedroom, because he was very happily in a relationship and also very happily asexual; it was right next door, through the connecting bathroom. And it might not have been his favorite place to be - that place of honor would always belong to Viktor's arms, and the rink - but it was safe.)
But-
Yuuri paused. He looked around, heat clouding his vision. Alpha is somewhere outside, coming back in, he thinks, but hm. There is something just wrong in his nest.
"Alpha?" He called. "Where is..." Pup. "The pup?" Yuuri calls. He has a faint memory of a pup, tiny and blond, a pup who yelled and tore at everyone around him, seething but soaking in every scrap of affection offered to him.
Wait.
There! A scent, like sharp-ice and old pine, and Yuuri turned into the nest, nudging through the soft material. A scarf, a scarf, hidden under his Alpha's coat (ice and coffee and dog) and Yuuri pulled on it until it came free with a soft clink against the buckle of the coat. Yuuri rubbed his face in it, soaking up the scent of his pup and his mates, until a glass drops onto the floor, shattering the quiet Yuuri had managed to find.
And breaking his peace.
Because conventionally, a male omega's heat nest has something from him and his alpha. Only ever those two, because a mated omega's nest is one of the most sacred places in every den. An unmated male omega uses it to be vulnerable; disrupting a male omega’s sanctuary was tantamount to a declaration of war.
Except, of course, if that omega has a pup.
And this parental-pup-bond... Yuuri hadn't asked permission from his pup. Hadn't asked permission to use his pup's scent to soothe himself when his body overheated and his mind turned blank. He'd snuck the scarf away, he could remember now, squirrelling it into his pocket, then into Viktor's coat and into his nest. Yuuri didn't have his pup's permission to use his scent for comfort.
Yuri stares at the panicking omega, heat scent pervasive and strong in the air. That was-
That was his favorite scarf, the one he'd used for years, one of the few things he had gotten from his dedushka, and it was in Yuuri's heat nest. In the place he'd gone when he was desperate, when he could do nothing but scream. He'd used Yuri's scent, with his mate's, to help calm him. Yuuri-
The sweet smell of katsudon and cherries and jasmine in the room faded, becoming saltier and icky.
It was like Yuri was a part of their family, like the blond was his-
Yuri yelps as his scarf smacks him in the face.
"Take it!" Yuuri exclaims, blinking to hide away his tears. "Take it, and just- oof!" Yuri cuts the older skater off, tossing it back to him.
"Put it in your nest." He hesitates, before opening his mouth again. "... Can I come in?"
“W-what?”
”The nest, Mam- Katsudon!” Yuri says, wincing at the near-slip. "Can I joi-" He was answered when Yuuri leapt forward, grabbed him, and shoved him back into the nest, immediately wrapping himself around Yuri and nuzzling into his neck. "Oh." This...
This is good.
#yuri plisetsky#raven quills: fanfiction#also on ao3#my writing#yuri on ice#katsuki yuri#podium family#podium fam#fluff#a/b/o#cw a/b/o#omegaverse#angst#yuuri katsuki#yuuri x victor#yuuri on ice#vikturi#yurio
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Manga Rec Wednesday
Title: With Her Who Likes My Sister
Author/Artist: Sinkun
Status: Complete (3 Volumes, 33 Chapters)
Synopsis: Hoshiro Kinome is desperate for a new place to stay. After being driven from her home by a stalker, she is looking for a place with more safety features, and her sister has just the solution. However, that place comes with a roommate, and that roommate is deeply in love with Kinome's sister.
#i wouldn't really categorize this as yuri because there isn't romance#but there's a little bit#mangarec#quill scratchings
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Death Becomes You: a Yuri Onsen Vacation - The hotel is haunted?
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◞◟ Yuri names · pronouns · titles !
· requested by @eyelessraven
more npts from others — 1 2 3 4
◞◟ NAMES ✦
: Efulesse . Effuliene . Eloquainte . Eloquesse . Eloquette . Heavensent . Lexaria . Lyrica . Melancholi . Melancholine . Melania . Melaniesse . Metaporielle . Metraphia . Metraphorine . Novelle . Odeaira . Odirra . Oderielle . Proselia . Proselie . Quillara . Quillaire . Solumnia . Solemnia . Sonatae . Sonnet . Sonnetta . Sonnetto . Versana . Versiana . Verseona
: Anastasia . Ava . Avery . Cordelia . Elaine . Elissa . Elyssa . Elysia . Evangeline . Freya . Isadora . Lexi . Loraine . Melanie . Noelle . Noemi . Odessa . Odette . Ophelia . Rosalina . Rose . Serafina . Sonya
◞◟ PRONOUNS ✦
: chae / chaer . chae / chapter . cry / crys . hu / hurt . kni / knife . mi / mir . mi / misery . ode / odes . shy / hyr . shy / hym . poe / poem . rhy / rhym (/ rhythm) . rhy / rhythm . ve / ver (/ verse) . ve / verse . 🔪 . 📜 . 📚 . 📖 . 📔 . 🖋️ . ✒️
◞◟ TITLES ✦
: the poetess . the socially inept poet(ess) . the lady of poetry . the sophisticated [x] . the enigmatic elegist . (the / prn) melancholic verses . prn knife collection . prn shyness . prn eloquent writings . prn literary eminence . the (one / [x]) whose eloquence shown (through poetry) . prn metaphorical views / poems . prn wise words
[x] can be replaced with any nouns or terms you prefer
Words used ...
Eloquent
Lexicon
Metaphor
Novel
Quill
Solemn
Yuri's preferred words: Effulgent, Heavensent, Melancholy, Rose, Cry, Hurt, Misery
Poems: Sonnet, Verse, Prose, Ode, Elegy
#（ ♥️ ) —— Ⅶ.#npt list#npt suggestions#npt#names#name list#name ideas#name suggestions#nonbinary names#neopronoun suggestions#neopronoun help#neopronoun ideas#neopronouns#pronoun ideas#pronoun list#pronoun sets#pronouns#title help#title suggestions#title list#titles#yuri ddlc#doki doki yuri#ddlc yuri#yuri ddlc names#yuri ddlc pronouns#yuri ddlc titles
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Listed fandom fun
A bit of random data before we jump into the rankings for listed fandoms …
Since the numbers post yesterday we've had signups for nearly 60 new auctions, bringing the current total to 779. That beats the number of signups for 2016/7, 2018, 2019, 2020, and 2021, and puts us withing spitting distance of our record last year of 819. Can we do it? Will we do it? Signal boost FTH posts and encourage others to participate. More money raised for good causes, more fanworks in the world — it's a win/win!
We posted yesterday about the state of our unlisted write-in fandoms (we've had nine new ones since then!). Time to check in with the rankings for the listed fandoms.
At the top of the pack we have:
87 K-Pop *
66 Good Omens
50 Sherlock Holmes *
44 Harry Potter *
37 Marvel *
32 DC *
31 Mo Dao Zu Shi / The Untamed
27 Red, White, & Royal Blue
25 Star Wars *
23 Scum Villain's Self-Saving System
Our first tie is for 11th place -
22 Avatar The Last Airbender
22 Teen Wolf
And after that, nearly every other place is a tie. And which ones are ties for which places can be shifted slightly with just one signup. Or completely upended with two. Where will your fandom land?
Remember that if your fandom isn't here (or in the rest of the list below the cut), you can write it in. Signups are OPEN through Monday!
19 Supernatural
18 9-1-1 and 9-1-1 Lone Star
18 Locked Tomb Trilogy
18 Stranger Things
17 All for the Game
16 Our Flag Means Death
16 Tolkien *
16 The Witcher
15 Boku no Hiro Akademia (My Hero Academia)
15 Original Work
15 Percy Jackson and the Olympians
14 Baldur's Gate 3
14 Hockey RPF
12 The Old Guard
12 Tian Guan Ci Fu (Heaven Official's Blessing)
11 The Magnus Archives
11 Star Trek *
10 Check Please!
10 Dungeons & Dragons
10 Haikyuu!!!
10 Hazbin Hotel
10 Jujutsu Kaisen
9 A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon
9 One PIece
8 Doctor Who *
8 Hades (video game)
8 Heartstopper
8 James Bond
8 Kingsman
8 Merlin
8 Naruto
8 Suits
7 Dragon Age *
7 Justified
7 Raven Cycle
7 Rusty Quill Gaming Podcast
7 The Sandman
7 Shadowhunters
7 SK8 the Infinity
6 Captive Prince
6 Critical Role
6 Final Fantasy *
6 Fullmetal Alchemist
6 Hannibal
6 Kinnporsche
6 The Maze Runner
6 Queen's Thief
6 Stargate
6 Steven Universe
6 Top Gun Movies
6 Yuri!!! On Ice
5 Alex Rider
5 Grishaverse
5 Interview With The Vampire
5 Malevolent (Podcast)
5 The Murderbot Diaries
5 Nirvana in Fire
5 The Owl House
5 RWBY
4 Erha He Ta De Bai Mao Shizun (The Husky & His White Cat Shizun)
4 Genshin Impact
4 Les Misérables
4 The Magicians
4 Pokemon
4 Witch Hat Atelier
3 Arcane
3 Disney's Descendants
3 Elder Scrolls
3 Hetalia
3 Hunger Games
3 Legend of Zelda
3 Spy x Family
3 Tian Ya Ke / Word of Honor
3 Trigun
3 Welcome to Night Vale
3 Wheel of Time
3 Young Royals
2 Benoit Blanc Mysteries (Knives Out, Glass Onion)
2 Disco Elysium
2 Encanto
2 Gundam Wing
2 The Last of Us
2 Leverage
2 Miraculous Ladybug
2 Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries
2 Mysterious Lotus Casebook
2 Schitt's Creek
2 Super Mario Bros.
1 Assassin's Creed
1 Attack on Titan
1 Diamond no Ace
1 Fire Emblem Three Houses
1 Homestuck
1 Stellar Firma
1 Wednesday / The Addams Family
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Hey friends, let’s make a list of queer media that doesn’t do harmful bullshit tropes! I’ll start:
- Yuri on Ice. It’s just pure wholesome fluff. There’s no homophobia, the main conflict is caused by gay people not knowing how to talk to each other and everything ends happily. The worst thing the happens to anyone is the main character’s dog dies off screen before the first episode. There’s some fatphobia in the first two episodes but that’s really the only issue I have with it.
- The Magnus Archives. For spooky season! Some queer folks die but it’s never in a ‘bury your gays’ kind of way. Lots of great queer characters, including an asexual main character which delights me immensely! Does NOT have a happy ending and has buckets of content warnings, but nothing related to homophobia or any kind of queerphobia. No horror related to sexual assault either. It’s oddly safe horror, despite all the shit that happens. It feels respectful to the audience.
- literally almost any D&D actual play. Critical Role? NADDPOD? The Adventure Zone? D20? Rusty Quill Gaming? All have tons of queer characters that are treated respectfully. One character in campaign 1 of Critical Role had a homophobic parent, but aside from that I can’t think of another example of homophobia being a feature in any of these stories. Some queer folks die, but it’s D&D, so they usually get better. Usually.
Feel free to add on!
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Changing Coursework
No one talks about what happens to the dropout witchlings at Academia Hemlock, but everyone sort of knows. Dolls running about and preparing your meals have to come from somewhere, and the one that gave you your soup today looked just like the girl who sat next to you last year.
If you looked through the roster of previous years, you'd probably find that most of the faces stricken out from the yearbook look suspiciously close to those dolls you keep bumping into in the hallways, but doing that would just be asking for trouble, wouldn't it?
But then it happens. You didn't study quite as much as you should have for a test, too distracted binging another yuri manga your friend recommended you.
You don't even get to see your test results before you're being escorted by a group of dolls to one of the senior witches.
"Oh dear, this just won't do. A witchling that can't meet her own potential has no place in these halls I'm afraid."
The witch wrinkled her already incredibly wrinkled nose at you and jotted something down with her quill.
"But it was only one test!"
She just shakes her head.
"Tut tut, that's how it always starts."
"You stupid hag, I'm not going to let you turn me into one of those freaks!"
You yell while reaching for casting apparatus, only to be immediately restrained by a doll with a grip strength that far surpassed what its appearance suggested.
"Such language! And who said anything about turning you into anything? I was just going to suggest you transfer to our sister academy to learn about doll-making."
"Wait.. Transfer? You're not going to… turn me into a doll?"
"What? No, of course not, don't be silly."
"B-But the dolls here look like the old students!"
"Well yes, amateur doll-makers often make their early creations in their own image, until they get the basics down at least."
"I.. Why me though?"
The witch gestured to a book she'd confiscated from you earlier this term.
"We find that young witchlings distract themselves from their studies with their true passions. Those with an interest in the female form such as you often prefer courses on doll-making rather than potion-brewing and hex-crafting like we do here. Of course, its your choice."
"S-So I don't have to learn how to make name restoring potions or what fairy circles belong to which continents?"
"If that is what you desire for your education."
"Then sign me up! When do I leave?"
"Tonight. And please inform your classmates to prevent… misunderstandings."
"Yeah, ahuh, sure. I'll go get packed."
You grinned, thinking of how hilarious it would be for your classmates to see your first doll and think it was you. It'd be such a funny prank, there's no way you couldn't pull it!
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The Mask & The Mirror [Chapter 9]
Explicit | Enemies to Lovers | Multi-Chapter | Contains BG3 Spoilers
Pairing: Ascended!Astarion x Original Female Character
Chapter Warning(s): Violence, violence against a child, mind manipulation, demeaning language, foul language, Astarion being fucking despicable.
Please let me know if there is anything that I missed!
Word Count: 3.2K
Astarion's dark silhouette cut through the fading light of twilight as he strode towards his looming palace, a foreboding structure against the deepening purple sky. With each step, a storm raged inside him, threatening to break free from its restraints. As he approached the stony facade of his sanctuary, the carefully crafted mask of calmness shattered, revealing the seething anger that had been building within him.
"Pathetic," he scoffed, his voice dripping with scorn as he thought of Gale. The wizard's audaciousness still burned in his mind like a festering wound. His crimson eyes blazed with fury, reflecting back the faint light from the torches that lined the palace corridor.
Mystra's Chosen? What a farce.
Moving towards Yuri's chamber, the man caught a faint sound - the meticulous scratching of a quill on parchment. His stride faltered for a moment before he regained his composure. The guard - a weak spawn lacking any of his master's grace or sharpness - stood at attention as Astarion approached.
"Do you hear that?" he asked, his voice as cold and sharp as an icicle.
The spawn's eyes darted nervously, stuttering out a response that only fueled the vampire's rage. In one swift motion, his hand shot out and dug into the servant's face with his claws, eliciting a strangled cry.
"I asked you a question," Astarion growled, punctuating each word with a vicious twist.
"N-no, Master," came the choked reply.
With a disgusted shove, Astarion sent the man crashing to the ground, leaving behind bloody gashes on his pallid skin.
"Useless wretch," he seethed. "Get on your feet and fetch me something from storage. Prove to me that your existence here hasn't been an entire waste of my efforts."
"Of course, m-my Lord," the spawn gasped, scrambling to his feet and darting down the long corridor.
"Something young!" He called after the frightened man.
Astarion's attention snapped back to the door, his senses on high alert as he noticed the scratching noise had stopped. A cruel smile twisted his features; the little fool thought she could outsmart him, did she? He moved through the room like a shadow, his steps silent and calculated, until he stood beside her bed.
"Astarion," Yuri greeted with false warmth, attempting to hide the fear that radiated from her body, "How nice of you to pay me a visit."
"Yuri," he replied, his voice dripping with honeyed venom as he took a seat at the edge of the mattress. His eyes roamed over her form like a predator stalking its prey before settling on her tense posture.
"You seem rather...," he purred, his gaze lingering on the hands that were folded neatly in her lap, "Anxious."
"Just a little surprised," she said softly, betraying her lie with a slight tremble in her voice. "You've been quite busy lately and I didn't know when I'd see you again."
"Ah, my apologies," he cooed with mock sincerity, his hand finding its way to her thigh and trailing upwards with deliberate slowness. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against hers lightly in a gentle kiss that held no real affection. His hand pressed further up her soft body until he found her wrist, coiling his fingers tightly around it as he lifted her ink-stained hand between them. A triumphant fire burned in his eyes.
"What a mess," he chided with false concern. "Whatever could have sullied your precious skin this way, my sweet?"
"It was an accident," she stammered, the fear in her voice evident as she tried to pull away from him. "I-I knocked into one of your display tables and...there was an inkpot and I tried to clean it up but...please, I'm sorry."
His hand closed around her wrist like a vise, pulling her forcefully towards him. Yuri could feel his intense gaze dissecting the bed in search of the elusive parchment he was convinced was nearby. She held her breath, knowing that he would not stop until he found it.
With a flick of his eyes to the bedside table, she felt her pulse quicken with panic. He reached out and opened the small drawer with practiced ease, revealing a tiny pad of parchment which he flipped through with calculated movements. His expression remained unreadable as he perused the pages, but Yuri could sense his satisfaction growing.
"Thieves' Cant...why am I not surprised?" His words were laced with amusement as he looked up at her with a knowing smile. "It suits you."
Yuri's silence hung heavily in the air, charged with unspoken secrets now laid bare between them. The glyphs of Thieves' Cant glared up at her like silent accusers, each stroke and curve a damning testament against her. A chill ran through her veins as the Sovereign's familiarity with the coded language became all too clear.
She fought to find words to defend herself, but they stuck in her throat like shards of glass. His smirk was sharp and dangerous, threatening to slice through the façade she had carefully crafted.
"Mmm," he purred almost affectionately, "You know, your... complexities run quite deeper than I expected."
Before she could form a response, a sudden knock on the door shattered the tense moment between them.
"Enter," Astarion commanded without taking his gaze off of her, leaving the woman to wonder how much longer she could keep her secrets hidden from him.
With a creak, the heavy door slowly swung open, revealing the spawn with a blood-soaked rag pressed against his cheek. Flanking him stood a young girl, her presence drawing a gasp from the Drow's lips. The child's eyes were a stark green, wide with fear and uncertainty. Astarion's sharp eyes briefly took in the girl's disheveled appearance, noting every detail of her torn clothing and bruised skin. The smell of fear and desperation hung heavily in the air. Yuri felt a shiver run down her spine at the cold calculation in Astarion's gaze - it was the predatory look that had always set her on edge, reminding her that there was nothing kind about this foul man.
"Yuri, do you object if I partake in a small repast?" He asked with mock civility.
"I..." Words failed to form on her trembling lips as shock and horror consumed her.
Astarion stood and sauntered towards the child, sending the spawn back to his post with a dismissive flick of his wrist.
"Your name, little one?" His voice was smooth like velvet but held an underlying steeliness that turned Yuri's stomach.
"Lenora," came the quivering reply.
"Hello, Lenora. My name is Astarion Ancunin, Vampire Ascendent and reigning monarch of Baldur’s Gate," he gestured grandly towards himself, "and that bewitching woman who graces my bed...her name is Yuri DeVir. Butcher of CalimKeep, Slayer of the Mad Mage, and my beautiful consort."
Astarion circled Lenora like a hawk eyeing its prey before the strike. His eyes glowed with an eerie light and with a gentle stoop, he locked eyes with the girl.
"Calm yourself," he whispered and Lenora's trembling subsided - not out of comfort but compelled obedience.
"Now, I'm quite famished...would you be so kind as to offer your neck to me, little one?" His voice was laced with hunger and false warmth.
"No!" Yuri's voice erupted from within, fueled by fury and fear. With a surge of adrenaline, she lunged from the bed towards Astarion, but his reflexes were not those of a mere elf. In one swift motion, he caught her by the neck with a vice-like grip and flung her back onto the bed.
“Behave yourself, dearest," The dark, gravelly sound of Astarion's warning sent ice coursing through her veins - his barbed words laced with a sinister promise, “Perhaps if you are a very, very good girl…maybe then I will consider not draining the brat dry.”
The girl before them trembled, baring her neck in forced submission as the vampire prepared to feast upon her lifeforce. As his sharp fangs pierced her skin, a cry of pain and fear echoed through the room, piercing the Drow's soul like a dagger. She could see Lyra, her beloved Mouse, superimposed on the young girl's terrified face. It was too much for her to bear.
"Enough!" she roared inwardly.
Outstretching her hand, a pulsating eldritch energy began to take form. She focused this surge of power that was coursing through her and willed the weapon that had once been bound to her soul to manifest. The air crackled, responding to her call, as the ether swirled and coalesced around her palm. There, shimmering with a strange blackened energy, the dark blade formed—a crystalline manifestation of her will.
With a primal growl, Yuri launched herself from the bed and charged towards Astarion. Her eyes burned with an unquenchable rage as she watched him feed from the young girl. Taking a fistful of his soft curls in her hand, the Drow pulled back forcefully, compelling his fangs to retreat from their gory meal and revealing the vulnerable flesh of his throat. In one swift movement, she pressed the razor-sharp edge of her blade against his skin, drawing a thin line of blood from the powerful vampire's neck.
A refreshing change of pace.
"Let her go, Astarion," Yuri spoke through clenched teeth, the glow of the weapon reflecting in her eyes. "Now."
Astarion’s fingers unfurled like pale petals as the child slipped from his icy embrace, the last tendril of his grip releasing into a gesture of faux surrender. He stood, arms slightly raised and palms facing outward, his head still tipped back to reveal the column of his throat. The deep red liquid of the child's blood painted a macabre smile upon his lips, trickling down his chin in rivulets that dripped onto his neck's alabaster canvas.
"Run," Yuri hissed through clenched teeth, her voice low and menacing, the blade in her hand a mere whisper away from rending Astarion’s flesh. The girl, truly just a small wisp of a thing with wide eyes reflecting knowledge of a world far too cruel, didn't hesitate. Her small feet padded against the stone floor, a quiet echo as she vanished into the shadows.
"Should your brood dare lay another finger on her," She warned, her gaze piercing into the spawn who had brought the child into this living nightmare, "I'll carve a path of destruction so vast, not even the gods will be able to recognize your sundered remains."
The man stood frozen near the doorway, looking on as though he had found himself caught in an invisible web, his eyes flitting between Yuri’s intense glare and his Master’s disarmingly calm demeanor. A tremor of fear betrayed him, a subtle quiver in his stance that spoke volumes of the horror he fully believed she could unleash.
"Your Ladyship presents quite the compelling argument," Astarion remarked, the edges of his mouth curling into a grin that held the echoes of a thousand unsaid thoughts. His amusement was evident in every curve of his lips, stained with the innocent blood of a child.
"M-master?" The spawn's voice cracked, uncertainty lacing the single word as he sought guidance from the high-elf before him.
"Everything is fine," The Ascendent drawled, his tone soothing yet laced with an authority that left no room for discourse. "Leave us."
The spawn nodded once, a jerky, puppet-like motion, before backing away. He turned, nearly stumbling in his haste, and exited with the soft click of the door sealing shut behind him.
Astarion’s tongue clicked, a sound as sharp and precise as the gleam in his eyes. "My dearest Yuri," he purred, "aren't you just brimming with surprises?"
"Shut up," She hissed, her grip on the hilt of her blade tightening, pressing in just enough to draw another bead of blood from the shallow cut on his throat. It trickled down, a scarlet line stark against his porcelain skin.
Yet, Astarion laughed—a deep, resonant sound that echoed through the dimly lit chamber. "It's terribly rude," he mocked, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards, "to come between a man and his dinner, you know."
"Rude?!" Yuri's voice was a storm, her anger crackling through the air around her. "That was a child, you fucking monster!"
"Tsk, Tsk . Such harsh words, my love." His tone was deceptively calm, but before she could retort, Astarion moved with supernatural swiftness. Her throat suddenly constricted under his iron grip, her own blade knocked away, skittering across the cold stone floor. His other hand pinned her against the wall, pressing her back with such force that the rough stones bit into her flesh. He pulled a dagger from his belt, its edge cold and menacing against her skin.
His face was no longer serene; it had twisted into an expression of unbridled fury. "Is that what you wish to see? A monster?" The words came out low and guttural. "I can oblige, my dear. But I shall warn you…you have never witnessed true evil - not in your entire miserable life."
The woman clawed at his arm, her eyes burning with defiance even as she struggled for breath. Then, spitting in his face, she snarled, "Ohh, I’ve seen evil, you pretentious fuck. I’ve been made to lay with monsters not even you could conjure up in that sickened mind. Funnily enough, they always seem to wear the skin of men like you."
His bitter smile was like a slash across his face. "There are no men like me."
"Please," She spat back, a harsh laugh escaping her lips as if the very idea was ludicrous. "There are always men like you—they're fucking everywhere ." She glared at him, her gaze unyielding.
"You think you’re special? That you alone understand the depths of the cruelty of this world?" Yuri's words were venomous darts, each one aimed to wound. "How foolish you are. Look outside yourself, you stupid man! Those living under your rule, those trapped within these walls... they too know what cruelty looks like."
She scoffed, the rage and disdain continuing to drip from her lips, "There is nothing special about you, Astarion. You are not unique. You are hardly even interesting . Tyranny is tyranny, no matter how you dress it."
In the intensity of their standoff, Astarion's grip faltered ever so slightly, his dagger still poised at her throat, yet something flickered across his features. Not quite doubt, but the shadow of a question that hadn't dared to surface until now. The flickering shadows danced off the walls, casting a ghostly pall over the chamber. Yuri's breath came in ragged gasps, her focus sharp as she scrutinized his eyes—those crimson pools that seemed to glow with malice as the silence between them stretched on for far too long.
"Did you really think you could hold me forever?" Her voice was a whisper, yet it carried a thread of steel.
The vampire sneered, tightening his grip on her, the blade at her throat promising silent oblivion. "You belong to me, Yuri. This defiance of yours is cute, but you will submit. Of that, I am certain."
But there... there was the falter, a brief slackening of his fingers, a lapse that might have been imperceptible to anyone who hadn't been studying every shift in his muscles, every twitch beneath his perfect pale skin. She seized the moment, twisting his wrist with a sudden burst of strength; the blade slipped away from her flesh. Sweeping her leg with precision honed by years of combat, the woman struck him hard between his legs.
Astarion's face contorted; his grasp loosened as he doubled over, his hands instinctively shielding himself. Yuri didn't waste a second. Her mind reached out to the dark energies that bound her blade to her will, and with a thought, the familiar hilt slammed into her palm.
"Far better men than you have tried," she hissed, slashing the air between them. The blade kissed his cheek, drawing blood—a shallow cut, but enough to mar his perfection.
He reeled back, fury igniting in his eyes.
"Insolent little bitch!" he roared, recovering with preternatural speed. His claws, those cruel extensions of his power, sunk deep into her shoulder like daggers of ice. She stifled a scream as he yanked her toward him, his other hand plunging a blade into her side with a viciousness that left her vision swimming.
"You will yield," He seethed through gritted teeth.
"Go to hell," She ground out, her pain fueling her resolve.
She clung to him not for support but to act as sort of anchor for her burgeoning power. Eldritch energy crackled around her fingertips, a manifestation of her fury. With a cry, she let go of the elf and unleashed it, blasting him backward through the air. His form smashed against the far wall, and for a heartbeat, the chamber fell silent save for the ragged breaths of captive and captor.
Yuri's side screamed in protest as she yanked his blade from her flesh, the metal slick with her own blood. But she couldn't—wouldn't—let it slow her down. Staggering to the door, she threw it open and stumbled into the corridor, the map etched into her memory guiding her frantic search for escape.
"Where do you think you're going?" Astarion shouted after her, venom dripping from each word.
"Somewhere you can't follow!" She spat back, her voice echoing as she sprinted toward freedom, the pain serving as a constant companion urging her onward as she approached the window that stood at the far end of the corridor. Every step was a promise to herself: she would not be a pawn in this man’s ghastly scheme, no matter how he hunted her.
Her gaze lingered for a moment on the rain-splattered glass, the large window framing a somber cityscape swathed in shades of twilight and storm. The drumming of water against stone resonated with the tumultuous rhythm of her heart. She traced a finger down the cold pane, the droplets racing like the scattered thoughts she struggled to rein in.
The woman’s attention was briefly pulled away as she caught sight of the vampire emerging into the hallway from her peripheries. Their eyes met, two sets of orbs—lavender and crimson—locked in a silent battle. She could not help but to feel the weight of his stare, the predatory look that lingered behind his gaze. But she was no quarry to be hunted; she was a survivor; now and always.
With a swift incantation, "Veloce ventis!" She vanished from his sight, the spell carrying her out of her gilded prison and into the dark streets of Baldur’s Gate.
She reappeared in the labyrinthine alleyways below, the stench of the city—a blend of wet cobblestones, refuse, and the distant echo of despair—filling her senses. The freshness of the rain did little to cleanse the pervasive odor of urban decay. A stark difference to the relative warmth and comfort of Astarion’s palace, but at last…she was free. Now, she needed only to find her way out of the city, to lands beyond the vampire’s reach. Pressing onward, she promised once more to herself that she would return to her family. That she would be free and happy and live the life that she had already fought so hard for. She belonged to no one but herself, and she would fight with every fiber of her being to keep it that way.
A/N: She's out! She's out and about, motherfuckers! For how long, we shall see - this certainly wasn't how she had planned for things to go but he kind of forced her hand there a bit. Anyway, I did not get the chance to comb through this update quite as thoroughly as I would have liked to, so please let me know if I fucked up anywhere. At a cursory glance it looked alright to me, but I've been dealing with a cluster-headache for a few days now, so I don't exactly trust myself. Anyway, I hope this update finds you well, I hope you enjoyed it, and I hope your holiday was absolutely wonderful! If you're feeling extra generous, please feel free to leave me a reply, a private message, or whatever you'd like and I'll eat that shit up because I'll be honest, I'm deeply insecure when it comes to my work but fuck if I'm not gonna keep cranking it out anyway. Until next time! XoXo
#astarion#astarion ancunin#bg3 astarion#astarion bg3#baldur's gate 3#bg3#baldurs gate astarion#baldur's gate 3 astarion#baldur’s gate astarion#astarion smut
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OK GUYS!!!! SORRGY THIS WAS SUPOISED TO BE POSTED LIKE 2 DAYS AGO BUT MY POWER WENT OUT anyway minecraft au part two SAYORI!!!!
shes a drowned!!! i was originally gonna make her an allay but i decided theyr too small and i wanted the gang to be relatively all the same size
lore under here ☟☟
SOO drowned actually dont have much lore. theyre pretty much just drowned zombies. they tend to guard and live around ocean structures bc they feel compellex to guard rhem due to like some supernatural force but thats aboyt it
sayori actually doesnt have much lore either she just kinda chills in the ocean,, she loves making friends, though because theres so few mobs in the ocean that can like. talk and understand talking and stuff, she has a hard time😞she still tries her best tho peeking up from the sea temporarily to talk to passerby on land, but shes yet to make an actual friend (untkl she meets yuri and natsuki and monika anyeay)
she LOVES writing!!!!!! 1!1!1! shes gone thru quite a few book and quills, though its hard for her to get the materials for new ones when she lives in. the ocean. so she tries to make each one last at least a little while
and yah...... hmmmm thats prefty much it for lore on her. pre-story anyway, tberes WAY more when it comes to the main story but im mostly just writing abiyt their background information ajd stuff in these captions ANYWAY i might make more backstory for her becaus right now its pretty scarce compared to the others i think even if theres not supposed to be a lot because again the MAIN STORY has more info but AGHHHDHSH u know
bonus:
sayori 🤝randomly being in possession of rare and powerful artifacts🤝 yuri
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"Hey Flynn, how comes it's always 'the dick was good, Flynn, thanks', and never "the ass was good, Yuri, thanks'?"
Flynn is going to stare down at his currently snapped in half quill pen, and then look back to Yuri... and then look over to his opened office door... and then look back to Yuri.
"I'm sorry, could you say that a little bit louder next time? I don't think they heard you over in Heliord!"
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ALTER TAGGING KEY
[Alphabetical Order]
🦡 - Aether
💟 - Alexis
🐝 - Amber
🔮 - Amity
🐉 - Artemis
❄️ - Ash
🌲 - Aspen
🗡️ - Avery
🌱- Basil
🦈 - Blahaj
🦌 - Briar
🐈 - Caliby
👓 - Charlie
🍀 - Clover
🏹 - Collei
🐶 - Conan
☀️ - Constance
☂️ - Cynthia
🤬 - Dante
😼 - Diona
⚡ - Dori
👿 - Draven
🌗 - Eclipse
🐄 - Elle
🦾 - Ena
🎃 - Ena (Demon)
🔥 - Ena (Diablada)
📺 - Ena (Static)
💕 - Enid
🦙 - Ganyu
😇 - Hermes
😈 - Jinx
🦊 - Juniper
🩸 - Kaori
🐼 - Kenny
💥 - Kiken
🧧 - Klee
🌸 - Lex
💎 - Lex (Sorcery)
🧙♀️ - Lucia
🐾 - Lyca
🏴 - Lyra
🍡 - Mitsuri
🖋️ - Monika
⌨️ - Monika (AD)
🥊 - Monika (DDFC)
📟 - Monika (Error)
🤺 - Monika (KNY / Slayer)
💖 - Monika (Magica)
🐍 - Monika (Naga / Monster)
👩💻 - Monika (Punk)
🚬 - Monika (Rivals)
🕷️ - Monika (Spiderverse)
🧙 - Monika (TOH / Glyph)
🎸 - Monimetal
🥑 - Nahida
🧁 - Natsuki
🥁 - Natsumetal
🌹 - Noelle
🧚 - Paimon
🧟♀️ - Qiqi
🦁 - Quill
🌊 - Runa
👹 - Salem
🦝 - Sayu
🐺 - Silver Wolf
🌤️ - Solei
🍌 - Split
🌿 - Tighnari
🦆 - Valkyrie
🧿 - Venir
🌌 - Vesper
💜 - Vinny
🀄 - Vulpe
🌨️ - Wynter
🌺 - Yae Miko
🔔 - Yao Yao
🍇 - Yui
🍷 - Yuri (Demon)
🎆 - Yurika
👽 - Zara
💿 - Zed
🥀 - Zuriel
🌑 - Blendy
🕴️ - Blurry
🎤 - New / Unnamed Alter
🎧 - Uncomfy
#alter#alter intro#alter tagging#signoff#did system#did osdd#actually did#osdd#osddid#udd system#alters#trauma#traumagenic system#endo neutral#infinity#infinite gardens#xenogender#archive#xenogenders#xenogender archive
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bird girl x author yuri where the latter uses the former's molted feathers as quills to write with
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Manga Rec Wednesday
Title: Camouflage (Gitai)
Author/Artist: Sal Jiang
Status: Complete (Oneshot)
Synopsis: Under her expected role of an affable, easygoing office lady, Maya skillfully manages the distance between herself and her coworkers. However, when one coworker oversteps her bounds, Maya is faced with an unexpected challenge.
#really love this mangaka's yuri#I'm planning on recommending a longer work by her at some point but honestly this is what i want out of yuri#jealousy and plotting#mangarec#quill scratchings
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