#gregorio (oc)

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New OC ref sheets😍📬💫

Gregorios (top) is a speechwriter for the Roman prefect in Athens who always gets wrapped up in his boss' drama. ("prefect" is very much a placeholder title if I ever figure out how exactly that city was administered in the 2nd century.) In addition to being very talented and successful he’s extremely sensitive, a perfectionist, and doesn't really have the backbone for hardcore politics. Gregorios is a Virgo and Chrysanthos’ lover.

Anatolios (bottom) is the neighborhood blacksmith. He is a good listener except to Seleukos’ poetry collection, and many of the characters come to him with their problems (especially the epheboi who all crush on him). Anatolios is a Leo sun and Sagittarius moon. He is Chrysanthos’ other lover.

More about the story and characters in the #my ocs tag! (even though I have to update those soon). Thank you for reading🥰😘

[biancaoso]

I'm posting the frames remastered for my AU in strict chronological order…

[lemchi]

More Gregorio au lore whoop whoop

Got some stuff about his family

During his life, Gregorio (who actually was named Gregory while he was alive) had spent most of his childhood on his family’s farm with his big, pretty religious family. This farm has been passed down from generations, always being passed down by the first born son (poor ol greggie wont get it then haha)

Anyways, Gregorio’s family never had planned on having a fifth child, let alone an eventual Gravillian warrior. During this time period, the Gravillian empire had experienced a big loss against the Gitarians and needed to expand their population to recover. They ended up landing on earth to spread their Gravillian genes which is how Gregorio’s mom became pregnant once again.

At that time, his parents were in a bit of a rough situation with their relationship, so his mother had believed that this was a curse (no one in his family knew how her mother got pregnant) and she decided to take this as a sign to try to improve their life together. She later did end up convincing her and her husband that their new child was “a gift from God” Even though she did convince herself that, she still got a blessing for her newborn son to rid him of any evil spirits.

His mother ended up raising him even stricter than the rest of his siblings, making sure he prayed multiple times a day and would punish him for the most minute mistake. He ended growing up a pretty reserved and shy kid, not wanting to make anyone upset in fear of what his mother would do. Gregorio started to now find enjoyment in doing things in secret, and because his father thought he wouldn’t be a good fit for doing the farm chores, he had a lot of time to explore their house and all of the rooms he wasn’t allowed to enter.

Things didn’t improve much overtime though. His mother hated how his father became a bit too lenient than what she had liked him to be, especially when he allowed the kids to do or have things that she had considered to be sinful. Gregorio was then brought back into the conversation when his father had accused his mother on cheating on him, and so at the age of 11, Gregorio left the farm with his mother to move closer to the town’s church.

Now Gregorio’s mother had started to become less religious, seeing how she now realized that Gregorio was indeed a curse brought upon her by the devil. She then started drinking heavily and doing drugs to escape her troubles, treating Gregorio like he was a random child who didn’t need any attention or love. Little Greggie was basically on his own now, and he realized that if he left for a few days his mother wouldn’t care at all, which is what he had tended to do now. He missed being back on the farm, so he would run away for a few days to hide inside of their family’s barn, shed, or sunroom, surviving off of sink water and whatever old stuff they forgot about in the fridge. All of this time Gregorio would just hope that his mother had changed and would be worried about him and get excited to see him once he returned, which never happened.

Ok I think that is all im gonna write about today, it was way more than I expected lol

Alright here are Gregorio’s siblings since you have stayed and read all of that nonsense (introduced left to right):

William Jr. (17) - Bella’s twin brother. He is also on the school’s football team

Bella (17) - William Jr.’s twin sister. She spends her time volunteering and hanging out down at the town’s library

Gregory (11) - you know. Just gregorio that’s all. He has been more interested in music than taking care of the farm. He likes to look at his father’s old record collection and try to play songs on the old out of tune piano they have when he knows they are all out of the house

Penny (15) - she loves to play in the woods near the farm. Always wants to try to befriend the wild animals out there

Joe (20) - being the first born, he has to cary on the farm. Instead of going to college, he decided to devote the rest of his life to maintaining it

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Dark Shadows (Commission)

A commission for @norman6321ify. This serves as the introduction of a new OC for him (you can learn who in the keywords/tags), and features the return of my Phantom Blot OC, Elias Inque. It's been a long time since I used Eli in a story, hopefully I haven't entirely lost my touch with him. 'XD This is planned to be the first of a probable series of stories. This first one isn't kink-based, but I DID manage to sort of sneak in a few hints of voraciousness here and there. ;) Not much else to say. Hope you all enjoy!

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It was a cool, bright, quiet night on Sage’s Island. On the campus of Night Raven College, all was deathly still. Even the spirits who roamed the grounds, from Ramshackle Dorm to the Cafeteria, seemed to be remarkably peaceful that evening. The moon was full, and the stars glittered like diamond dust. Everybody, it seemed, staff and students alike, was slumbering. In the Hall of Mirrors, the Dark Mirror floated in its usual place of honor. The symbol of Night Raven College, the Magic Mirror - which was said to have once belonged to one of the Great Seven - was a treasured item of power and prestige. It allowed students to come and go, but perhaps most importantly, the Mirror’s auspicious connections to the past were seen as a mascot for the cherished values of the students, and of the Great Seven themselves. Some past connections, however, are more notable than others. Rarely did anyone ever peek BEHIND the Mirror; after all, what was there to see on the back of the fabled object? The facade enraptured all attention…which is why one may never have noticed an oddity on the back of the reflector. Nestled into the framework of the Dark Mirror was a small piece of glass, the same obsidian shade as the Dark Mirror itself. It was roughly the size and shape of your average playing card, and seemed stuck to the mirror with some sort of adhesive; hardly something that had been there for centuries. For some time, the card-shaped mini-mirror had remained fixed to the back of the Dark Mirror without any issue���but this night, that would change. FWOOSH!

Without warning, the Dark Mirror suddenly lit up, a flash of green fire bursting behind its flattened pane. As the fires flickered out, the green, mask-like face of the Spirit of the Mirror formed in the center of the black void. Its eyes were closed; not in sleep, for the Spirit had no need of it, but simply in silent, endless, immortal contemplation. The meditative state was swiftly broken, however, as the Mirror opened its hollow eyes. It glanced around curiously, spotting no one in sight that could have roused it from its limbo-like prison. The droning, deep, resonant voice of the Mirror soon echoed through the Hall… “What form of magic, blessing or blight, brings me forth upon this night?” A low, sinister laugh was suddenly heard, whispering its wicked tone through the room. A moment later, the tiny mirror on the back of the great one began to glow, the black glass colored a vibrant, neon violet. The tiny piece suddenly rattled, vibrating and shaking free of whatever adhesive held it in place. The Dark Mirror’s mask-like face twisted into a bitter, cringing expression, and a wolfish growl left the Spirit… The laugh was followed by an equally malevolent voice, chanting an ominous spell: “Feed my power, dark eclipse. Free my form from the abyss. Dormant magic, now unchained…the Shadow King be whole again!”

Then, the Spirit gasped sharply, as the miniature glass on that clung almost parasitically to its frame shattered into a million pieces, which seemed to evaporate into a cloud of black mist. Moments later, a similar dark mist swirled in front of the mirror, and a shadow figure - tall and elegant - soon began to emerge. The Mirror focused upon the stately, humanoid silhouette. Its usual look of passive calm and nonchalance was fixed upon its features. “We meet once more; I am surprised,” remarked the Mirror. “I never expected you to rise.” “Still uttering rhymes, are we?” cackled the newcomer, adjusting a pair of spectacles that were hooked onto their sharp, aquiline nose. “Don’t bother asking how I managed that trick: I’ve been working on this for years. Those who need to know will learn…but for now…” The figure paused and sighed, stretching languidly. “Ahhh…I am simply, BLISSFULLY relieved to feel the WORLD around me again. I’ve missed all of this: the coolness of the air, the way things look in the nightlight…the sensation of burning heart VENGEANCE that fills my soul.” They giggled. It was a clearly unhinged sound. “Well. That last part I never stopped feeling, but you get the idea.”

The Mirror just blinked blankly. “Oh, everyone’s a critic,” muttered the newcomer, then smirked in the darkness. “Now then…my dear, DEAR Mirror…I have need of your assistance.” “What woulds thou ask, O Shadow King?” The Shadow King grinned, teeth glistening in the dim, bluish light of the empty Hall. “Why, for your help in destroying my long-despised nemesis, naturally! The one who was oh-so-kind enough to trap me in that distressing state for so long…surely, you can sympathize with my plight,” they mock-pouted. The Mirror was utterly unaffected. “Alas, such things I cannot do,” it replied, sounding neither like it was pleased to say this nor upset by it. “I have no power, save answers true, and transport to and from far-off shores. This knowledge, already, should be yours.” The Shadow King chortled. “Oh, you poor, simple, silly creature. So many years of wisdom and knowledge, and you still don’t understand,” cooed the dark mage, and approached the Mirror with a diabolical look in their yellow eyes. “I’m not requesting your assistance, Spirit of the Magic Mirror. Nor am I demanding it.” A fingerless-gloved hand rested upon the glass. “I’m simply GETTING it, whether you like it or not.” Suddenly, a crimson aura surrounded the Shadow King. The Spirit in the Mirror’s eyes and mouth shot wide open, and it began to shake violently, as if possessed by some unholy creature. The same red aura surrounded the Spirit, who let out a rasping, hoarse sound, as if trying desperately to breathe. The entire Mirror trembled where it floated… …Then, a flash of blood red light burst from the glass, and the Magic Mirror howled. In the darkness of that no-longer-so-peaceful night, the Shadow King laughed. “HEAR ME, WORLD!” he cackled, with wild glee. “NOTHING CAN STOP ME NOW!”

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“Doesn’t this seem weird to you?” This was when you came into the picture, for it was towards you that the question was directed. Both yourself and Grim - who trotted alongside you - turned your eyes up to the source of the query. The one who had spoken was a young man, of slightly above-average height, and lean-shaped. He was dressed in a black beret and a school uniform, which had the hallmarks of a student from Diasomnia. He also wore blue-violet tinted glasses, which did little to hide his shining green eyes…although they did nearly remove attention from the curious brown-and-black dog ears and tail he had. The keyword in that sentence, obviously, was “nearly.” You smiled at the demi-dog and shrugged. “I don’t know,” you admitted, honestly. “I mean…I’m a person from another universe, where magic isn’t real, now stuck in a world that basically RUNS ON magic.” “Nya! And they have ME as their brilliant, amazing guide and master!” bragged Grim, puffing out his chest. Both yourself and your other humanoid companion rolled your eyes and shook your heads. “Anyway,” you said, “I think a student getting enrolled mid-semester is far from the strangest thing that’s ever happened, after all I’ve seen, Eli.” “I suppose that’s fair,” Elias Inque shrugged back, stuffing his gloved hands into his pockets as the pair of you strolled through the Gothic stone passages of Diasomnia. “Still, even in this world, I promise you it’s not the usual way.” “Fair enough. I guess that’s why Crowley wants us to show the new freshman around,” you conceded. “That and it cuts into his time watching Breaking Fad,” grumbled Elias, then sighed irritably. “I could be rehearsing for the next audition right now, but noooo, Chief Jehan ordered me to do this for community service…” “Hey, you’re a member of the same dorm, and I’m guessing Malleus and his family are kind of busy,” you said with a smile. “Somebody who knows the place has to help the poor guy out. And besides, I imagine - with your talents - you could really liven up the tour.” You smirked as your words caused Eli’s chest to puff out and his tail to wag. “Well, I guess I DO have certain advantages,” he replied, then started to grin. “Indeed…this is really a shining moment! I shall present the most grand tour of the campus possible! This new student will be inspired beyond belief!” “That’s if you don’t monologue his ears off,” grumbled Grim. “What?!” snapped Elias, barking sharply and baring his teeth. “Nothing, ignore him,” you soothed. Eli glared at the cat-like imp, but relaxed nonetheless.

“Honestly, I just hope this won’t take long,” yawned Grim, and pouted. “Who does that Headmage think he is, makin’ me wake up at this hour for something like this?” “Easy there, Leona,” you chuckled and smirked. “You know, if you REALLY don’t wanna come with us, I could go back really quick and leave you with Billy or Tock.” Grim blanched at the very thought of being either devoured by the crocodile, or snuggled half to death by the giant. “Nope! No, this…th-this is fine!” he meowed, terror stricken. “I’ll go. Yep. New student? Totally looking forward to it.” Both you and Eli shared a look and snickered, then picked up the pace as you marched through the hall to find the new student you had been tasked to meet. The three of you soon arrived in the Lounge Area of the dorm. It was currently empty, save for a single student, who sat in profile to your position upon an ebony sofa. He was dressed in a uniform similar to Eli’s, and somewhat short in stature, standing at only about five and a half feet. His build was average, and his demeanor was generally unassuming: his hair cut in a sort of “pageboy” style, but with messy bangs, and colored a sort of blackish-brown hue, almost like oil. (Which was not to say the hair, itself, was oily; in fact, you could not help but notice it was very well washed.) His face was fair-skinned and youthful beyond compare, downright boyish; much like Lilia, he seemed too young for college, but you had come to learn that appearances were often deceiving. Case in point: despite the generally unremarkable appearance of the young man, there was one part of him that caught your attention: his eyes. Two pale yellow eyes, the color of citrine stones, were fixed upon a book he was reading in his lap. The eyes were sharp and bright, indicating a keen mind and intellect…yet something about them seemed faded and almost empty, as if these eyes had seen and known some things few others could imagine. You weren’t sure why, but something about them struck you as unsettling…and perhaps a little sad. “Hey!” Elias called out. “Are you the new freshman?” The young man looked up…and smiled wider, a cheery brightness filling those strange eyes as he put the book under his arm and stood up. “Yes, that’s me!” he confirmed, in a light, lilting sort of voice. “My name’s Felix. Ah…who are you?”

“Elias Inque,” grinned the dog boy, and shook the new student’s hand warmly. Felix turned to you next. “You’re not from my new dorm,” he observed. “Why are you here?” “The Headmage sent us to help Eli show you around,” you chuckled, and shook the youth’s hand, introducing yourself. “Nice to meet you,” Felix said. “Same to you, Felix…?” “Sinistro.” “That is an AWESOME name,” commented Elias. Felix just laughed. “Well, thank you! Glad you like it. Sorry, but it’s mine to keep,” he smirked. “Ha! I’m proud enough of my own name, thank you very much.” “And I’M the Great Grim!” interrupted your feline-esque companion, stepping forward with a whip of his trident tail and a broad grin. “You can applaud, if you want to. I’ll also accept kneeling!” Felix just blinked at Grim, then looked up at you. “Do people usually keep talking pets here?” he asked. “NYA! I AM NOT A PET!” yapped Grim, stomping one foot and pouting petulantly. You chuckled, reaching down to scratch behind Grim’s ears. You waited till he started purring to explain the situation to Felix, regarding your institution at the academy. The young man seemed quite astounded. “Wow…you mean there really are other worlds out there?” he gasped. “Oh, there’s gotta be at least a couple,” butted in Elias. “Sebek was telling me about this one time a bunch of little things called Tsums showed up on campus. The Headmage still doesn’t know where they came from!” “Does the Headmage ever really know anything?’ drawled Felix, dryly. “See?!” Grim exclaimed. “Even the new guy gets it!” You and Elias laughed, then looked quizzically at Felix. “I’m surprised you formed an opinion so fast,” you said. “This is your first day here, isn’t it?” For a moment, a flicker of anger showed on Felix’s face, and he glanced off to one side. “Let’s just say Headmage Crowley and I have some…history together,” said Felix, in a grim sort of voice. His demeanor quickly changed, however, and a sly, mysterious smile replaced the dour expression in an instant. “So! Are you all ready to show me around?” “How did you know that’s why we’re here?” asked Eli. “Because the Headmage said so,” replied Felix. “Ha! For once he actually did something helpful!” exclaimed Grim. “Yes,” said Felix, more to himself than the rest of you. “For once.”

“Come on then!” cheered Elias, and clapped a hand on Felix’s back (you noticed the young man flinched from the impact). “No better way to start than by showing you around the dorm itself. Then we’ll head out and start looking around the Castle, and move on from there.” “Sounds like a plan to me!” you chirruped. “Just stick with us, new guy!” grinned Grim. “And try not to get lost, huh? It’ll cramp my style.” Felix rolled his eyes, and gave you a look. “Is he always like this?” he asked. “Most always,” you confirmed with a nod. “But seriously, do stick close by us.” “They’re right,” said Elias, seriously. “Diasomnia isn’t a literal maze, like Heartslabyul, but it can get pretty close, with all the winding passages. The rest of the campus is so big, meanwhile, it can be easy to get lost. So make sure you don’t lag behind.” “Don’t worry,” Felix chuckled. “I’m very good at keeping track. And besides, I think I know this castle better than you might expect.” “Ahhh,” grinned Elias, a twinkle in his eyes. “Real big Night Raven fan, huh?” “You could say that,” answered Felix, cryptically. “Well, let’s see just how good your knowledge of this place is,” Elias replied, daringly. “Follow me!” With a bold spring in his step, the Phantom Blot marched away. Felix followed him complacently, while yourself and Grim took up the rear. As you walked through the lounge, the four of you passed by a mirror. You paused and did a double-take. “Something wrong, Prefect?” asked Elias, pausing as he noticed the way you tarried behind. “No, I…sorry, I think I need to get my eyes checked,” you replied, shaking your head in a baffled manner. “I’ve been telling you that since day one,” smirked Grim. You gave him a tickle for that one, then continued walking. But even as you went, you couldn’t shake the feeling something was off. You weren’t sure why, but you could have sworn Felix’s reflection in the mirror…didn’t really look like Felix at all. It looked like someone much older.

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Much of the tour was uneventful. Elias was very excited when he showed Felix around Diasomnia itself, and even more so when you all popped in to see the theater. You wandered around from Hall to Hall, pointing out various spots of interest, such as the cafeteria, the lab, and so on. You all went out into the courtyards, where Felix had a big laugh over the story of Grim scorching the statue of the Queen of Hearts. However, you all steered clear of both the PE field and the botanical gardens: the former because the last thing any of you wanted to do was have Vargas suddenly start yammering in your ears, and the latter because if there was anything worse than that, it was risking waking up Leona Kingscholar, who doubtlessly would be taking a catnap there. Your group soon looped back inside. For most of the exploration, Felix seemed calm and casual. Perhaps a little too much: his reactions were ones of only mild interest, and occasionally amusement. Both yourself and Eli were a bit surprised by this. “For somebody who claims to be a big fan of this place, he doesn’t seem impressed by a lot of this, does he?” you whispered to the dog demi, as the four of you began to trek back into the castle itself. By now, Felix had begun to lead the way, alongside Grim, while the two of you paused the trip a couple of times to point out important places. “You noticed it, too, huh?” Elias whispered back. “I swear, it’s as if this guy has seen this place a million times already…even if he IS a huge fan, I doubt there’s enough, like, photographs or videos to even come close to living up to actually seeing it all live and in color, so to speak.” “You think he’s hiding something from us?” you asked, noting the suspicious tone of Eli’s voice. “I think it’s too early to make a leap like that,” Elias chuckled, but he still sounded suspicious. “What I DO think is we’ll want to keep a very close eye on this one.” “Where to next?” Felix’s question interrupted the pair of you, and you picked up the pace to catch up. “Well!” Eli grinned, clapping his hands together and taking the lead again. “Before we head back to the dorm, last thing I wanted to show you are some of the major classrooms. This IS a school, so you’ll want to know where all the classes are.” “That’s fair,” said Felix with a nod, and pointed to one of the doors. “This is Professor Crewel’s main classroom, yes?”

Eli blinked, surprised. “That’s…correct, but how did you know? He doesn’t have a plaque up.” “Just a lucky guess,” said Felix, with an innocent smile. Elias seemed doubtful. Deciding to intervene before anything could go potentially haywire, you stepped forward to point out some other spots. Felix Sinistro glanced between you and each door with only the vaguest interest…until… “And this room,” you declared, “Is where Ancient Curses class is taught!” The moment you said those words, Felix’s eyes brightened, and he visibly seemed to perk up. “Oh!” he exclaimed. “You mean they moved it to here?” You blinked. “Moved it?” you asked, and looked between the door and Felix. “Did it used to be someplace else?” “Before you came here,” nodded Felix. “How do you know that?” Elias asked, frowning and stepping closer, hands on his hips. “You’ve never been here before, let alone long enough ago to know that.” “Nya! I don’t think even I knew that!” Grim exclaimed. “YOU don’t know ANYTHING,” Elias sniped. “HEY! I KNOW LOTS OF THINGS!” Grim screeched. “Uh-huh,” you smirked. “And who was it that didn’t even know about the existence of Halloween, winter holidays, or even the true source of those black rocks you liked munching on?” Grim flushed, sputtered, and pouted. You patted his head with a wry smile. Elias, however, was still looking with a dubious glare at Felix. The young man had seemingly frozen up, a look of guilty apprehension on his face; the expression of a rabbit that had been cornered by a fox (or, in Eli’s case, a hound). However, the look quickly faded, and the young man smiled. “I have a family member who used to come here to Night Raven, way back when Headmage Crowley was just starting up. They said Ancient Curses was their favorite course, and they showed me a picture they took of the outside.” “Why would they have taken a picture of that?” asked Elias, arching an eyebrow. “Good memories, I guess,” shrugged Felix, and turned away from him. A deep look of sorrow, something nostalgic and painful, suddenly filled his eyes. “Oh, I wish…” “You wish what?” Felix built his lip. He was staring at the door to the Ancient Curses classroom, but it didn’t seem like he was actually looking at the door itself. More as if he were gazing straight through it. “Never mind,” he murmured, then shook away the look of gloom as he gave his usual rather mysterious smile. “Shall we move on?”

Elias said nothing. He looked Felix up and down, then stepped aside, sweeping his arm out with his usual theatricality. Felix bowed his head thankfully and hurried along. You frowned, glancing between him and Inque. “I guess that explains a little bit,” you said. “Does it?” was Eli’s enigmatic response. “I don’t get why you’re so suspicious,” you frowned. “I guess it’s the thief in me,” smiled Elias, almost bitterly. “As well as the actor. Hiding my true feelings and putting on a new mask is part of both of those things. I can’t shake the feeling there’s something he isn’t telling us.” “Do you think it’s something bad?” “Oh, I’m SURE it is,” snorted Elias. “The question is if it’s something IMPORTANT.” Without elaborating on what that meant, Eli adjusted his glasses and hastened after Felix Sinistro. You watched the Blot run ahead of you, draping an arm over Felix’s shoulders and saying something to him as they pair went along, clearly trying to show a friendly and humble face. “Putting on a new mask, indeed,” you muttered. “Nya! Come on, minion!” meowed Grim, tugging on your pant leg. “We can’t fall too far behind!” You knew the little monster was right, so - shrugging off your musings and observations for the time being - you picked up the pace to follow the rest of the group. Whatever secrets Felix held, you’d know inevitably. It seemed to be a running thing in this place.

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Not so long after looking at the classrooms, Elias’ stomach had started to growl. He suggested stopping to eat some lunch, and Grim had uproariously agreed with the suggestion. (Cats and dogs agreeing with each other…truly, this world WAS magical.) Felix raised no objections, and you certainly had none. For one thing, after all, denying Grim food always led to disaster. And so it was that - after picking up some food from the cafeteria - the four of you settled down in the courtyard outside the main colonnade of the castle. Eli and Felix sat on a bench, while yourself and Grim stood in the shade of the nearby apple tree. “Nyaaaaah…HIC!” hiccuped Grim, and patted his pudgy little stomach with satisfaction. “Mmmm…that sandwich was mega tasty! I couldn’t eat another bite!” “I’ll believe that when I see it,” you mumbled. “How does the cafeteria food seem to you?” Elias asked Felix. The dog boy was resting back on the bench, a smirk on his face, one hand behind his head while the other rested on his full belly. He licked some stray crumbs off his lips as his tail wagged happily through the gap between the bench back and the seat. Felix, who had just finished his own sandwich, smiled back. “Much better than I…expected,” he answered. He had noticeably hesitated before saying the last word, as if he’d planned to say another and caught himself before giving it utterance. “Thank you for treating me. And thank you for the tour! It has been most informative.” Elias shrugged. “I suppose that’s a good thing,” he said. “He’d probably be happier if you had said it was entertaining,” you told Felix with a wink. Elias, who heard you, blushed. “I guess it’s been that, too,” said the yellow-eyed youth, then looked back at the dog-eared boy. “So, I presume after this we head back to Diasomnia?” “I see no reason not to,” Eli replied. “Now that the tour of the campus is done, I think you should begin meeting more of the students, especially our housewarden and vice-” “SPEAKING!”

You yelped and jumped in alarm, as something swung down out of the tree in front of you. Even Felix and Eli were a bit startled by the sudden, loud arrival. Grim was so particularly startled, he let out a yowl and scrambled to his feet, diving to hide behind his legs. He peeked out after a moment…and three out of four of you (Felix was the sole exception) sighed with relief as you recognized the intruding interrupter. “Hello, Lilia,” you said, with a slight smile. “Nya! You tryin’ to give us all heart attacks?!” Grim snapped sourly. Lilia Vanrouge let out a twittering sort of laugh, his sharp, vampire-like fangs glinting in the sunlight as he blinked his large raspberry-colored eyes at you and your group. He was dangling upside down, hanging by his legs from a lower branch of the apple tree. “Nope. But if your own heart attacks you, I wanna see!” he sang teasingly, winking at Grim. The cat-like little imp growled, the blue flames on his ears briefly crackling with an angry orange hue. Lilia turned his head and grinned brightly when he noticed the pair of Diasomnia students sitting on the bench close by. “Good day, Elias!” he said, in a warm greeting. “How is your community service going so far?” “Well, after today, I might finally be done,” answered Eli, adjusting his glasses and smiling back. “And a good day to you, too, vice-housewarden.” Lilia nodded, then nimbly flipped down from the tree, landing easily on his feet. He cocked his head slightly, hands on his hips, as he looked at Felix, who was staring with a wide-eyed look of great surprise. “And you must be the new boy,” he purred, and extended a hand. “Nice to meet you, youngster! Welcome to Night Raven!” “Um…h-how do you do?” greeted Felix, somewhat awkwardly, and shook Lilia’s hand. “So far, so decent!” chirped Lilia, then smirked. “Might I add you have a very firm grip. That’s refreshing! Most young people haven’t learned how to properly shake a person’s hand.” “Ah…thank you, I think?” blinked the yellow-eyed young man. “Lilia, this is Felix Sinistro,” Eli coughed importantly, gesturing with a hand between the pair. “Felix, this is Lilia Vanrouge, the vice dorm leader of Diasomnia.”

“I’ll introduce you to Malleus later,” Lilia chuckled to Felix. “Were you boys just having lunch?” “How did you know that?” you asked. “Oh, ‘the Great and Powerful Phantom Blot’ here dropped some crumbs onto his vest,” answered Lilia, and gave a teasing smirk in Eli’s direction. “Now, how can you face your adoring public like that, young man? Really, I know you’re just a big puppy, but try eating a little less savagely, alright? Remember, you are from Diasomnia.” The words were more playful than scolding, but Elias mumbled an apology anyway, hastily and fastidiously brushing himself off, looking rather miffed at his untidiness. Felix looked between his fellow Diasomnia members curiously. “Phantom Blot?” he repeated. “As in…THE Phantom Blot?” “You know me?” Eli exclaimed, perking up excitedly. “I know the name,” replied Felix. “But I thought the Phantom was long gone by now.” Eli’s ears drooped, and he looked somewhat chagrined. “I see. Well…then I’m going to presume you DON’T know me,” he chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “Elias was a very bad boy not so long ago,” explained Lilia smirking with half-lidded eyes as he strolled behind the bench and leaned on it, right between the two newer students. “He used his powers to become the newest Phantom Blot. Thankfully, the Prefect and their friends were able to stop him from being TOO naughty…” Lilia reached out and tousled the top of Eli’s head, mussing his hat and the hair underneath. Elias grumbled and flushed, trying to straighten it all out again. “So that’s why you’re doing community service,” presumed Felix. “Basically,” nodded Elias, and indicated you. “They were able to help convince Crowley and Chief Jehan NOT to expel me, after all the ruckus I caused. But I still have to make up for everything I stole.” “Eli can transform into a creature made entirely of Blot,” you informed Felix. “He can manipulate the ink to take on any shape he wants, and use it in all kinds of ways. The problem is that he only has a set time limit to use his power, or all that buildup of Blot can cause a pretty nasty Overblot situation.” “How nasty?” asked Felix. “Try ‘literally ate us alive,’” shuddered Grim. “Hey, not my fault you both tasted so good,” teased Elias with a wicked wink. You blushed. Grim growled. Lilia just rolled his eyes. Felix whistled, sounding impressed.

“That must be quite a power to see in action,” he remarked. “Well, the less often I use it, the better,” chuckled Elias, then smirked himself. “Although I suppose I AM quite impressive, aren’t I?” “But not very humble,” muttered Grim. “I heard you boys are heading to Diasomnia when I showed up. Mind if I join you?” checked Lilia. “Not at all, Vice-Dorm Leader!” declared Elias, and patted his knees, stretching as he stood up. “Ahh…let’s get moving. I think it’s time we finished this runaround.” Your whole group agreed, and began to follow Elias and Lilia as they led the way through the grounds towards the Hall of Mirrors. As you began walking, however, none of you noticed the sneaky, sly, almost sinister expression on Sinistro’s face. The young man with the brass-toned eyes let a chuckle cluck in his throat as he took up the rear. “Impressive, indeed,” he whispered to himself. “This seems like the perfect place to begin…”

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“We’re almost there now!” Lilia announced in a sing-song sort of way, as your group of five marched across the grounds of Night Raven College. “Good,” sighed Grim. “My paws are KILLING me…” “Want me to carry you?” you teased. “Nya! The Great Grim isn’t supposed to be carried around by a mere human!” scowled the cat-like imp. You chuckled, then looked towards Elias. The dog boy’s expression soon caused the smile to leave your face; he was glancing about cautiously, ears flicking here and there. “Something the matter?” “I don’t know,” Elias murmured, then gave you a sort of quizzical look. “Do you ever get the feeling you’re being watched? That the eyes of some strange, eerie thing may be upon you?” “I get the feeling you’ve been getting way too into your rehearsals for The Vampire Count,” you blandly responded. Elias pouted and paused. “Rude,” he grumbled. You smirked and playfully scratched behind one of his ears. He blushed and swatted your hand away with a half-hearted growl. A giggle left you, and you picked up the pace, pulling ahead of him. “Come on, ‘Phantom.’ Don’t get scared of your own shadow now,” you teased. Elias smiled after you, and prepared to resume the walk… …But just as he was taking his first new step…something went horribly wrong. A wave of unfathomable coldness fell upon the beastman, who froze in place. He glanced back over his shoulder, as if sensing a presence behind him. His green eyes widened behind his glasses, and his mouth gaped, as he beheld a strange, gangly figure, with dead white eyes, colored black all over, like a living shadow. He opened his mouth to scream…just as the shadow reached out with claw-like hands and flew at him. “A-AGH…!”

The pained cry from Elias caught all of you off-guard. You all turned fast. Worry filled your eyes as you saw Elias stagger, shaking slightly. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and he gritted his teeth, groaning and growling with pain. He shook his head violently, as if it were aching badly, and he was trying to clear out the cobwebs. “Elias?” you called out, greatly concerned. “What’s wrong?” Lilia fretted, clearly worried about one of his own students. Elias opened his mouth as if to answer…but as he did so, he let out another cry - a sort of gargled, pained shout - his eyes going wide behind his glasses… …Then, to your horror, those eyes seemed to fill with black ink, as if it was being poured into them form some unseen tap. The ink soon spilled out of the eyes, and a similar substance came flowing from his mouth. “Eli!” you shouted in shock. “Wh-what’s happening to him?!” cried out Grim. “Is he Overblotting?” asked Felix, stepping back with a look of apprehension at the horrible scene. “He can’t be! He hasn’t even used his powers lately!” Lilia exclaimed. Whatever was happening, you soon saw its true effects. The black goo soon finished dripping, forming a strange, bubbling pool of dark, inky fluid upon the ground. Elias groaned, his eyes returning to their normal color and rolling in his head before he collapsed to the ground. His beret fell from his cranium as he hit the grassy turf with a thud. The moment his body made impact, the black goo suddenly began to rise, the pool growing larger and forming some strange, massive, inky shape. The shape became bigger and bigger, expanding and taking on more solid form; Lilia stepped in front of all of you, as if to protect you all. “Back up!” he hissed, and yourself, Grim, and Felix readily obeyed. The former warrior glared defiantly as a pair of limbs, ending in three sharp claws, burst from the ebon-hued muck. Then, a large head - with a great, gaping, fang-filled mouth - opened wide. Two green eyes shot open, and the inky beast roared to life. It floated into the air, a drifting mass of Blot that glared down with cruel intent at your party. It vaguely resembled Eli’s Overblot form, only much larger in every way, and without a speck of humanity to its appearance. “Elias?” meowed Grim, nervously. “That’s not Elias,” said Lilia grimly. “It’s not even a Phantom. It’s some sort of…Blot Shadow.” “What’s a Blot Shadow?” you asked, somewhat timidly. “I don’t know,” shrugged Lilia. “I just made the phrase up right now.”

You would have rolled your eyes if the situation hadn’t been so perturbing. The Blot Shadow roared with animalistic fury, and swooped at your party, jaws open and claws bared. All of you dropped fast, ducking and hitting the ground as the creature glided over your heads, and flew into the air. “What now?” Felix asked, worriedly. “You and the Prefect should take care of Elias, try to get him to safety,” ordered Lilia, then looked at Grim. “Ready to put those flames of yours to good use, little Grim?” “With pleasure!” grinned the cat-like monster. Lilia smirked and nodded back, and the four of you scrambled to stand once more. You were all just in time, for the Blot Shadow snarled and reeled back with its claws, summoning spheres of dark energy. It pitched them like baseballs, hurling them in the direction of your quartet. Quickly, you and Felix dove aside. Lilia stepped forward and raised his palms, uttering a strange incantation. A grid-like forcefield formed in front of himself and Grim, blocking the balls of dark power. Once he had an opening, Grim leaped into action. He took a deep breath and - PHOOSH! - spat out a ball of bright blue fire, straight into the monster’s face. The Blot screeched and clutched its inky face as the fire burned straight through. “WOO-HOO! TAKE THAT, YA BIG JERK!” hollered Grim…but his excitement was short-lived. With a sound like an angry tiger, the Shadow sneered as it pulled away its taloned hand, and its inky form restitched itself, healing the wound. “Oh, that is unfair,” muttered the cat-like creature. Grim yelped as, right then and there, the Shadow flew towards him, ready to slash at him with its terrible talons. Lilia, however, was a bit too quick: he whipped out his Magical Baton, holding it out like a sword. “FOREST STRIKE!” he rapped. The Shadow shrieked as a column of vines seemingly appeared out of nowhere and speared straight through its inky center before retreating. The spectral behemoth floated backwards, snarling in pain…but it wasn’t long till the hole in its midsection healed up again. “Nya! We’re just slowing down!” Grim yelled in frustration. “How do we stop this thing?!” “I’m not sure yet,” said Lilia, twirling his rod and smirking daringly. “But I do know I haven’t had this much fun in AGES!” While Lilia and Grim were focused on the monster, you and Felix hurried to Eli’s side.

“Are you alright?” you whispered. “Eli, talk to me!” The beastman moaned; his eyes were closed, and he seemed barely conscious. “We need to get him to the infirmary,” said Felix with a frown. “Obviously,” you muttered, then added aloud: “Help me get him up, we need to move him out of here right now!” Felix nodded, and the two of you hoisted Elias up, slinging his arms around each of your shoulders. “What’s…what’s going on?” mumbled Eli, his voice slurred as he blearily blinked his green eyes. “Trouble,” you answered. “Come on, help us out, big guy…” Elias groaned, and began to stumble forward, with you and Felix helping to support him. You hoped you could get him out of sight, while Lilia and Grim kept the fiend distracted. It was a vain hope. The Blot Shadow swooped at Grim and Lilia again, and as it flew into the air, it did a double-take, spotting the trio trying to limp away from the scene. With a bellow of primal rage, the Blot lifted both clawed hands, and summoned a gigantic orb of dark power between its taloned mitts. Then, it thrust out its limbs, and shot the wrecking-ball-sized sphere towards Lilia and Grim. Lilia agilely skipped out of the way, but Grim was thrown back with a yowl by the shockwave as the dark sphere exploded upon the ground. Lilia rushed to check on the imp, who smacked into a nearby tree trunk…and with them momentarily dealt with, the Shadow was now free to attack its new targets. Yourself, Felix, and Eli skidded to a halt as the Blot Shadow flew into view, barricading your path with its massive form. “Did that come outta me?” murmured Eli, seemingly stunned. “Sure looks that way,” you nodded. “I suppose there’s more than one Phantom Blot, even now,” commented Felix. Elias looked about to say something, but there was no further time for words. The Blot Shadow reared back its fist and hurled another ball of black Void Magic in your direction. You weren’t sure what came over you, but suddenly, you gave Elias and Felix a hard shove. The pair grunted and growled as they were thrown aside, sprawling onto the grassy floor as you stepped in to take the shot… THOOM!

The sphere of magic exploded; a squeal left your throat, unbidden, and you felt the ground seemingly jump away from under your feet. Your ears rang and your head felt light as you were hurled through the air, as if yanked by some invisible pull-line. You rolled across the ground, hitting it hard…and, with your whole world spiraling, you swiftly fell unconscious. You were out for the count, but the story was not yet over. “PREFECT!” wailed Grim, seeing what had happened. He and Lilia rushed towards your fallen form…only to stop short as the Blot moved to block them. It snarled and swiped its claws, backhanding the pair and knocking them over. “I must be getting slower at my age,” mumbled Lilia sourly…then his eyes widened as he saw the shadows claws reach down to scoop up your unconscious form. The fanged creature’s glowing, gaping maw opened wide, as it dangled your puny form over the abyss, intent on swallowing you alive. “NO!” screamed Grim. “LEAVE THEM ALONE!” The Shadow seemed to grin evilly. While Lilia and Grim watched with horror as it started to lower you into its ghastly jaws, Felix half-lay on the ground…a cold, unfeeling expression on his own face. It seemed like this would be the end for you…but then a single word cut into the forbidding scene, interrupting all action. “Stop.” It was not shouted. It was not uttered in desperation. Instead, the word was spoken with icy conviction and stern firmness. This, perhaps, was why the Blot Shadow halted in its intended meal, and turned its glowing green eyes downward. The ink monster scowled as it looked down to see Elias Inque - swaying slightly on his feet, his skin deathly pale, sweat smearing his brow from whatever curse had been inflicted on him - glaring up with a frosty gleam behind his purple-tinted spectacles. “Put them down,” he growled, viciously. The Blot Shadow just roared back at him. Eli responded with a dramatic battle cry of his own, which made the beast jump back in apparent surprise. “I AM THE PHANTOM BLOT!” screamed Elias. “ME! You are a cheap copy; a hollow, beastly husk of my own real might and ability. Whatever you are, and however you came to be from me, you are NOTHING compared to the true article. You think I’ll allow myself to be bested by some faker?! I THINK NOT!”

So saying, Elias Inque spread out his arms, mumbled some unholy chant…and in a moment, his body seemed to be shrouded in a cloak of ink, with an Executioner-style hood covering his face. Lilia and Grim smirked as they saw the dog boy’s glowing eyes behind the cowl. “Now THAT,” Grim snickered, “Is the Phantom Blot.” Elias thrust out one hand, and sent a cannon-like blast of pure blot launching towards the ink monster. It splattered across the creature’s face, gunking up its own glowing green eyes; the demon howled and clawed at the sticky goop, the hand that grasped you dropping your body fast. You might have been sorely injured had you hit the ground, but instead, Lilia pounced forward and - with all the graceful majesty of a leaping panther - caught you before you could smack into the forest floor. “Felix!” he shouted. “Get the Prefect out of harm’s way! We’ll handle this.” “Yes, Vice-Housewarden!” said Felix, whose cold-blooded expression had disappeared before anyone could notice it. He held you bridal style, and hurried to carry you away…glancing back just once with a rather annoyed look at Elias before disappearing into the shadows of some nearby bushes. Elias staggered back, breathing heavily as he halted his attack. His inky cloak was already growing drippy and at risk of fading away; whatever had happened, it left him feeling drained and exhausted, as if his own life’s blood had been drawn from his arteries. The Shadow had, by now, torn away the glue-like ink and let out a ghostly, bloodcurdling sound of vengeance. It lifted its claws high over its head, intending to smash them down and rend Elias to shreds. Lilia, however, was quick to react. “Grim!” he shouted. “Together, now!” Grim nodded, and blew a jet of blue fire at the demonic entity. The Blot Shadow hissed and whirled about, intent on attacking the little monster…but then Lilia thrust out his magic rod, and began to launch shot after shot of icy spears at the creature. The Shadow let out a confused, hysterical warbling noise; with frosty cold freezing it on one side, and crematory-level heat melting it on the other, the inky beast couldn’t focus! “Finish it, Elias!” snapped Lilia. “YOU HAVE TO FINISH IT NOW!” Elias nodded. The Phantom Blot wasn’t sure how he knew what he was about to do would work…but, nevertheless, he somehow knew it was what had to happen. “I don’t know just what you are, but you came from me,” he snarled. “SO BACK INTO ME YOU GO! RETURN HOME!” He thrust out both hands…and what looked like a pair of fanged maws formed where his fists had once been. The mouths opened, revealing a ruddy glow, like some internal furnace…then, a bellowing, mechanical sound - like some enormous vacuum cleaner - echoed across the area. The Blot Shadow let out a desperate, panicked scream as its inky form was drawn towards the Phantom’s mouths. The suction caught it by the tail-end of its ghostly form, and it clawed at the air, as if trying to grab hold of the clouds themselves, as it went spinning in two separate parts into the glowing spaces. Halfway through, the creature split clean in two, the head vanishing and becoming naught but two long, scrambling, taloned limbs. The hands clawed at the air one last time before disappearing completely, as the creature was sealed away from whence it came. The moment the Blot Shadow disappeared, Elias Inque’s hands changed back to normal…and a few seconds later, the shroud of the Phantom Blot disappeared, leaving Elias, himself, standing there. He panted, his eyes crossed, swaying even more than before where he stood…and let out a single, short belch. “URP…ugh…end scene,” he groaned…and flopped onto the ground like a dead fish.

Lilia and Grim hurried to Elias’ side, trying to wake him up. As they struggled in this endeavor, Felix - still holding you in the underbrush - smirked with clear interest. “Intriguing,” murmured the yellow-eyed young man. “It seems the students of Night Raven College are stronger than I thought.” With a malevolent cackle, Felix shrugged…then turned away and carried you off, heading to infirmary. He had a lot to think about.

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You felt the world begin to re-establish itself, as your eyes blearily opened. Your head felt sore, and when you reached up, you realized it was bandaged. Frowning, you started to sit up and looked around; you were in the school infirmary of Night Raven college, lying on one of the beds. A thrumming vibration against your legs caught your attention. You looked to see its source and smiled; Grim lay curled up over your shins on the covers of the bed. “He hasn’t left your side since we got here, I’m told.” You looked to the source of the sound, and gave a wider, albeit rather tired, sort of smile. “Eli,” you sighed out, as you saw the half-dog laying on the infirmary bed beside you. You frowned, worry creasing your brow. “What happened to the Blot Shadow?” Elias shrugged weakly. “We defeated it,” he said simply, and turned his head away to stare at the ceiling. “Thankfully, neither of us was hurt TOO badly; you apparently have a mild concussion after your fall, but Nurse Mimzy thinks you should be back on your feet soon enough. In the meantime, I’d lie back down; rest is what you need. You nodded, then bit your lip as you rested back against the pillow. “How about you?” you asked at length. Elias’ green eyes hardened. His face was set in a puzzled, angry sort of expression. “Magical Anemia,” he answered, softly.

“What?” you almost choked on your own spit. “Anemia is when you don’t have enough red blood cells in your system,” he informed you. “I know what it is, but what do you mean by MAGICAL Anemia?” Elias paused, then sat up in his own bed, rather unsteadily, before turning his head to look down at you. “You know that magical power is connected to one’s life force, right?” “Yes,” you replied. “That’s why its dangerous to Overblot: your system gets leeched of magic, spilling it every second you breathe, until nothing is left but a phantom: an empty, mindless husk of your former self.” Elias nodded. “Magical Anemia is exactly what it sounds like: it’s as if my power has been fractioned heavily. Whatever that thing was, however it appeared, it leeched something out of me…and then, when I changed in order to fight it, I used up my last reserves. I can’t even so much as make a feather float without passing out; until my energy boots back up again, I am confined to this infernal cot.” “I’m sorry to hear that,” you said, sympathetically. In a world of magic, having no ability to use even minor spells must have been galling, especially under the circumstances. “I’ll live,” sighed Elias, and melodramtically flopped back onto his bed, draping one arm across his face. “But alas and alack, till I recover I cannot so much as LOOK at my beloved stage…I asked Silver to bring me some of my Shakespeare, at least then I can have something to occupy my time…” You giggled despite yourself. Elias smiled at the sound, but you both turned solemn again quite soon. “What do you think happened?” you asked, seriously. “I have no idea,” Eli answered, shaking his head. “But I have this sinking feeling it’s not going to be an isolated incident.” You gulped nervously. Elias scowled, his face becoming a stoic look of dangerous determination. “No one ‘overshadows’ the Phantom Blot,” he vowed. “As soon as I get out of here, I’m going to start looking for answers.”

“I’ll help you,” you promised, and extended your hand across the space between the beds. “Whatever happened here, we won’t allow it to happen to anyone else if we can help it. Right?”

Elias smiled and reached out with his own hand.

“Right,” he promised with a firm nod.

The two of you withdrew your hands, and you raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“So…since we’re both stuck here for a bit…why don’t we start with you telling me your theories. Have you got any ideas on where we can start when we’re out of this place?”

Elias frowned. He turned his head in his bed to look out of the window behind him.

Green eyes glared as he spotted a familiar figure, with oil-colored hair and yellow eyes, walking along the grounds. Their yellow eyes danced with strange light, which contrasted with their demure appearance. He bared his fangs, eyes narrowing as he watched them disappear in the direction of Headmage Crowley’s tower.

Elias Inque’s green eyes flashed with a familiar, almost feral glow. A vengeful hiss left the teeth of the Phantom Blot.

“Oh, trust me…I have a few ideas…”

TO BE CONTINUED…

[cadaver-moss]

Uhh this thing (the character) has been rotting in my skull long enough to where she has a fully fleshed-out story so uhh here

Some details about her:

- She’s intersex!

- Pancake uses literally ANY pronouns, and doesn’t care which ones you use

- They’re also Plagued By Visions™ but plays it all off as something they don’t give a fuck about

- Pancake smokes a lot of weed lol. He’s a dumb stoner 24/7

- If you asked a random person what word they would use to describe him, they’d pick lascivious

[tortademaracuya]

a mi no me cagan de vuelta vos vas a examinar 5 veces cada pixel de pantalla or so help me god

[spleenidealee]

Rosario (oc) with Gregorio and Vito (@rahdoingart's ocs)

[rahdoingart]

Gregorio (oc) eating a typical food from his birth place in Puglia, Italy 🌿

[charmandabear]

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Leather and Lace

Summary

Lady Estelle wasn't expecting to fall for her tailor, of all people. But with everything under her control during the day, she's more than content to cede control to him at night.

Pairing: Astarion/F!OC Rating: E Word Count: 5.7k Tags/Warnings: unprotected sex, orgasm denial, safeword discussion, light bondage, d/s dynamic, p in v sex, vampire sex, biting, vampire bites, blood drinking, sexual tension, casual classism, AU, (sorta, you can make an argument), praise kink

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Something in me turned feral when I saw Hamrikaa's tailor!Astarion art and I needed to get this out of my system. It doesn't help that I work with costumes irl and I suddenly got a lot of opinions about Astarion and sewing.

I have more thoughts on this relationship, particularly with the class difference and power dynamics. I also really want a story with a plus size protag since I'm really tired of feeling like the implication is that all Tavs/OCs are the type 1 body. So let me know if that's something that appeals to you, or if you're interested in a longer version with more than just sexual tension and smut, lol.

Fucking Arfur.

It’s sundown on a Saturday and Lady Estelle Rosewinter is traipsing through the Lower City looking for a tailor. Arfur Gregorio had shown up to her masquerade several hours early already intoxicated. While trying to shoo him off the grounds, he had stepped on her gown, ripping the seam of the thigh high slit to a nearly obscene height. Now, as guests are beginning to arrive, she isn’t there to greet them and is rather passing shop after shop putting up their closing signs. 

She could have just chosen a different gown as her handmaiden Celia had suggested, except that it took her so long to get into the damn thing. She thought that getting it fixed would take but a minute. It did not occur to her that, given the hour, finding an available tailor would prove so difficult.

Estelle is about to give up when she sees a dim little shop out of the corner of her eye. It’s not on the main drag, but rather up a quiet alleyway. But there’s no mistaking the sign.

Threads of Starlight

The door to the shop is clearly open, so she rushes in, desperate to speak with the proprietor.

“My apologies, I know you’re probably about to close, but I have an emergency, and I promise that I’ll pay handsomely for the inconvenience–” she cuts herself off as the tailor walks out from the back. He’s so much more attractive than she would’ve expected from someone of his station. His clothes are humble but understandably incredibly well-fitting, his trousers gently hugging his lean legs and the sleeves of his light linen top rolled up above his elbows, revealing pale, slender forearms. His silvery hair looks windswept and effortless, although Estelle knows it takes a practiced hand to get one’s hair just right like that. There’s a measuring tape slung around his neck and he looks briefly startled by her appearance before a practiced charm takes over.

“No need for apologies, Lady…” he leaves a gap in his speech for her to tell him her name. His voice is melodic.

“Estelle. Lady Estelle.” She tries to match his honeyed tone but her mouth has suddenly gone dry. He takes her hand and gently presses his lips to her knuckles.

“Lady Estelle. The pleasure is all mine,” he coos and a shiver goes up her spine. What on earth would a tailor need with this much charisma? Without letting go of her hand, he gracefully leads her up onto the fitting stand in the middle of the shop. She has danced with the finest nobility in Baldur’s Gate, and none of them were even half this elegant.

“Now please, tell me what I can do for you. I hope there’s nothing wrong with this beautiful gown of yours. Is it one of Galwen’s?” The way he looks at her makes her feel exposed, almost naked, despite the conversation literally being about her clothes. She clears her throat in an attempt to regain some composure.

“Yes, I’ve been going to her for years, but she’s tragically unavailable this evening.” Not that Estelle didn’t try. She sent three messengers and finally went to Galwen’s door herself, but she refused to open back up. Pity, since it looks like she’s lost Estelle’s business for good, especially if this one turns out to be as good as he looks. And gods does he look good.

“All the more fortunate for me that I stay open late,” he says in a low tone, and gooseflesh breaks out over Estelle’s arms. “Now, tell me darling,” he coughs at letting the casual pet name slip out, “pardon me, my Lady, how can I be your gown’s savior this evening?” Estelle hadn’t heard the rest of his sentence because her ears started ringing at the “darling.” Normally she would not take too kindly to someone in the working class speaking so informally to her. She’s beginning to feel lightheaded. Has she been hexed? Does this happen to any who cross his threshold?

“It’s torn,” she says in an uncharacteristically small voice. “Right here.” She lifts her skirt at the thigh slit, threads popping out of the seam. In an instant the tailor is on one knee, examining it closely. With him suddenly this close, all of her symptoms dissipate and are replaced by just one: desire.

She tries to shake herself out of it. Not only would anything of the sort be wildly inappropriate - given her status in Baldur’s Gate, an affair with a lowly tailor would be splashed all over Baldur’s Mouth within hours - this man is a consummate professional, and she’s certain that he would never return her affections. He must look beneath dozens of hems a day, this is nothing out of the ordinary for him. 

He touches the fabric as he studies it, cool fingers lightly grazing Estelle’s skin. She gasps at the sensation, and he looks up at her sheepishly.

“I’m terribly sorry, I have poor circulation. My touch is always something nasty, I’m afraid.” Estelle shakes her head and finds anywhere to look but into those piercing red eyes. 

“It’s fine, really. I have an important evening planned, so I’m a bit jumpy,” she lies through her teeth. He steps away to pick up a needle and thread from behind the counter. While his back is turned, Estelle takes the time alone to wipe sweat off her brow. This man is making her burn up inside and out.

“Oh really?” he sings as he’s back down on his knees, dangerously close to her upper thigh once again. “And pray forgive me, but I must reach up slightly in order to make this repair, if that’s alright. I promise, I’ll be the picture of a gentleman.” He looks up at her, waiting for her consent before touching her further. Estelle, worried what might come out if she opened her mouth, just nods. 

He slides his hand between the fabric and her leg, pulling it out slightly so he can tuck his needle into the underside of the seam. Estelle bites down on her tongue to keep from moaning. She knows that she’s touch-starved, it’s been far too long since anyone has warmed her bedsheets. Between running a household, meeting with politicians and nobility alike, and her position in the Baldur’s Gate arts council, she hardly has the time. But this is ridiculous. A gentle caress from a man should not elicit this much heat between her thighs, and yet here she is, keeping them pressed together tight, the slight pressure her only relief. 

His fingers move deftly, pulling the needle through the fabric with ease. He’s focusing on his work so intently, and Estelle watches him almost like he’s a dream. He begins tying off the thread, and before he’s complete, his eyes flick upward to meet Estelle’s.

“All finis-” he begins, but Estelle is so startled by the intensity of his gaze that she jumps, causing him to prick his finger with the needle. A tiny droplet of blood lands on the pale pink silk. The tailor jumps back, horrified, and immediately starts apologizing profusely.

“Oh gods, Lady Estelle, I’m so terribly sorry, look at what a clumsy little fool I am, gods on such a beautiful dress, too,” his words tumble out of him, all composure that was once there, now gone. She’s finding this flustered side of him possibly even more appealing than the cool and collected version. Her lady-of-the-house instincts kick in, and she addresses him like a new maid who has accidentally broken china while transporting it to the kitchen. 

“Darling,” she breathes and lifts his chin with a finger. She can finally look into those crimson eyes, feeling herself regain the poise she’s accustomed to. “It’s nothing to worry about. Just a speck.” She swears she can hear his breath catch, but maybe it’s just wishful thinking because he recovers quickly.

“Perhaps, but I still feel terrible. This mend is on the house, as well as any alteration you might need done on another garment. And, ah. How to say this.” He looks flushed again, despite the paleness of his skin. “There is a foolproof way of getting one’s blood out of fabric, but it’s not the most, er, refined shall I say.” This piques Estelle’s intrigue.

“Really? And what way is that?”

The tailor shifts nervously, and she positively relishes in the trade in demeanors. 

“This only works if it’s the one the blood belongs to, but if you can catch it straight away, then, erm, saliva will do the trick,” he says with a chagrined smile. Whatever Estelle was expecting, this is not it. 

“Oh,” she responds, and suddenly she’s back to that lightheaded feeling. What is he proposing exactly? Whatever it may be, she’s certain it will involve his mouth in some way and she’s not sure how she’ll handle that.

“The next five alterations are free, I’m so very sorry, this is very uncommon while working on a garment. At least, I’m usually better at catching myself,” he adds with embarrassment. 

“Uh, yes, whatever- whatever needs to be done. Thank you.” She peers down at him, willing herself to find somewhere else to look but unable to tear her eyes away. He pops a thin, pale finger in his mouth and swirls his tongue around it. She swallows loudly as he takes his finger out and dabs it on the slit of her dress, still achingly close to her thigh. He rubs at the spot, but evidently it’s not enough, because he then brings his lips to her dress and lightly rubs his tongue on the silk. 

“Oh gods,” she can’t keep this moan from escaping her lips. If he can hear her, he doesn’t respond, blessedly. He pulls away from her, silver hair ever so slightly disheveled, and rubs at the spot with a handkerchief to dry it.

“Apologies again, my Lady,” he says with a frown, examining the spot for any remaining blood. Then he stands and they’re face to face, the few inches of pedestal putting their eyes at the same height. “I hope this doesn’t make you think any less of my skills as a tailor.” She briefly wonders what other skills he might possess before banishing the thought from her head. 

“Not at all, er,” she falters, realizing she never asked his name, which is unlike her, she usually tries to learn the names of all of the people she contracts to work for her.

“Astarion,” he says with a bow.

“Astarion, yes,” she repeats breathlessly. “Well, Astarion, you came to my aid in a time of desperation, and I suppose there was a blood price to be paid.” He lets out a startled laugh, clearly not expecting her to make such a joke.

“That’s very clever, Lady Estelle,” he says, his eyes sparkling. “You were a pleasure to have on my fitting platform, I do hope to see you again soon. At least to make up for my absolute buffoonery.” He’s back to the confidently poised man who first greeted her when she entered the shop, and he plants another light kiss on the back of her hand. 

“I assure you, the pleasure was all mine,” Estelle murmurs, almost hoping that he doesn’t hear her. “Oh, and Astarion?”

“Yes, my Lady?”

“Please. Call me Stella.

***

Several tenday have passed since Stella’s first meeting with Astarion, and she had visited his shop nearly every evening. It didn’t take long for her to admit her feelings; she couldn’t hide them even if she wanted to. Even when Astarion confessed his status as a vampire spawn, she wasn’t deterred. If anything, it aroused her all the more. Something happens to Astarion when he drinks her blood. The humble and subservient tailor disappears, and in his place is a self-assured and dominant man. Stella is more than happy to relinquish control over to him. She’s responsible for so much during the day, making decisions, telling people what to do, so there’s an appeal to having someone else take that role for once. 

The moment she walks into the shop she’s met with the graceful gentleman. No matter how many times she sees him, that wicked smile sets a small ember in her belly that quickly spreads. Each point of contact lights on fire despite his chilled skin. A spark in her fingers as he pulls her forward, a flame on her cheek as he strokes it gently. In an instant he shuts the door and flips around the open sign. With the darkened windows and the door now closed, they’re plunged into semi-darkness and Stella feels a chill go up her spine.

Astarion wastes no time in pushing her against the door and kissing her deeply. He presses his body up against hers and she gasps into his kiss as he pulls her in closer by her waist. He slides his knee between her legs and she lets out a whimper. Astarion chuckles in her ear.

“Eager, aren’t we?” he coos, lifting her slightly with his knee putting a delicious pressure on her mound. She clutches the back of his neck and hair, wrapping her leg around him to get even closer. He hikes up her skirt to her waist and scoops her up so both of her legs grip his midsection. Keeping his lips locked on hers as she continues to devour him, he carries her through the shop and to one of the adjacent rooms where there’s a bed and two untouched glasses of wine sitting on a side table. The tailor’s quarters. 

He throws her down on the bed and she looks up at him, cheeks and lips flushed, eyes glowing. Her typically neatly coiffed hair is mussed and strands splay out beneath her head like a halo. Astarion straddles her waist, pinning her in place, as he strokes her face.

“Tell me what you want,” he breathes, looking down at her with heavy lidded eyes. She grabs his shirt and pulls him in close.

“You know what I want,” she smirks, gaze flickering between his eyes and lips. He laces his fingers through her tousled hair and gently grazes his fangs over her neck, eliciting a sharp gasp.

“And you know I like to hear it,” he murmurs into her neck, and another full-body shiver goes through Stella. His breath feels chilling against her warm neck, blood pumping eagerly through her arteries. She grabs his face and forces him to look her in the eye – the last bit of control she has before she cedes it completely.

“Astarion,” she says slowly, measured and teasing, “I would enjoy it very much if you bit my neck, drank my blood, and then had your fucking way with me.” He chuckles darkly.

“Well,” he grins, a mischievous glint in his eye, “since you asked so nicely.” Stella lets out a moan as his fangs sink into her skin, the piercing pain soon giving way to a throbbing ache. His lips close around the wound, drinking in her delicious warmth, leaving her feeling blissfully lightheaded. She hums with pleasure as she curls her fingers into his silvery locks, hips unconsciously rolling into his, hungry for more contact. She can feel him growing stronger as her blood flows into him, his thighs tightly gripping her hips, keeping her locked into place. 

Astarion pulls away from her before going too far and Stella lets out a small whine at the loss of contact. He’s out of breath, chest heaving as he licks the last of her blood from his lips. He presses two fingers to the wound on her neck to stanch the bleeding as she looks up at him, pupils blown wide with lust. Once he can feel that the blood is no longer flowing freely, he takes his fingers away and hovers them centimeters above Stella’s lips.

“Open,” he commands, and she dutifully obeys. She takes his fingers into her mouth and sucks on them lasciviously, the metallic taste of her own blood filling her mouth. It’s one thing to prick her finger and to suck on it to make the bleeding stop. It’s quite another to lap her blood of Astarion’s fingers, languishing in the vulgarity of the taboo. She yearns to hear his breath hitch as she works her tongue over their length. 

He slides his fingers out of her mouth and grabs her chin, reversing the roles from moments before. He examines her face, turning it this way and that, like he’s inspecting a prized golden retriever at a dog show. 

“Gods, you’re beautiful,” he lets out in a low tone. “Trapped underneath me, open and wanton, ready to let me do whatever I want with you. To you,” he adds on with an impish grin, and Stella squirms with anticipation. He swings a leg over her and stands by the edge of the bed, towering over her.

“Up now, on your knees,” he instructs and she scrambles to sit on her knees, still looking up at Astarion with lust-filled eyes. He reaches behind her and fully releases her hair from its loose braid letting it fall down the length of her back. He runs his fingers through her hair, humming as he does, “Good girl.” Her chest swells with the intake of breath as she leans into his touch even more.

“Undress. Quickly,” he demands. Her skirt is already up around her waist so she peels the rest of her dress off in a fluid motion. The corset provides a little more resistance, but even with fumbling fingers she manages to untie the laces and undo the hooks, letting it fall behind her. The sudden exposure to air makes her nipples go hard. Astarion smirks and cups one of her breasts in his hand, stroking her tit with his thumb. Stella bites back a cry.

“Shh shh shh. Not a sound,” Astarion whispers as he puts his lips close to her ear, continuing to fondle her. “I don’t want to hear you make a single noise, understood? Not until I say so.” He pulls away and locks his crimson eyes on her brown ones. Stella trembles, but nods silently.

“Good,” he breathes and slides her forward so that she’s sitting on the edge of the bed with her toes lightly touching the floor. He then lowers himself to one knee between her legs. He kisses up her thigh until he reaches her panties. He looks up at her mischievously as he hooks a finger in either side of the waistband, and he slips them off in a single fluid motion. Stella shudders with anticipation for what he plans to do next. 

Astarion parts her legs and she can feel the cool air on the slickness between her thighs. He leans forward and takes her nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue lightly over the tip. She takes in a shaky breath, but she manages to keep any noise she might want to make under wraps. He looks up at her while continuing to work his tongue. She clenches the sheets as jolts of white hot electricity shoot through her body. He pushes her legs apart even further and leans in, the ties from his frilled shirt lightly brushing against her folds. She gasps and shifts her pelvis, simultaneously trying to get less and more contact. He grabs her waist forcefully to hold it in place. He snakes his way up so that they’re face to face, lips a hair’s breadth apart.

“Ah ah, no moving either. Are you going to be good for me? Will you be silent like I’ve asked?” he says in a light, sing-songy tone. Stella keeps her lips clamped together as she nods.

“And what will you give me if you can’t obey?” he purrs, brushing his lips against hers as he runs a thin, cool finger along her slit. 

“Ah-anything,” Stella moans, turning her pleasure sound into a response. Astarion lets a smug grin play on his lips.

“Either way, I’ll get what I want,” he intones, and mercifully pulls his face away from hers. She releases a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding. But it’s still only the beginning.

He lowers himself onto both knees and places a delicate kiss on her labia. She squirms but remains silent.

“My, you could drown a small army down here,” he says with an amused smile, and Stella just continues to breathe heavily, her chest rising and falling as she gazes down at the head of white curls between her legs. He runs the tip of his tongue along her folds, hands pushing out on her thighs slightly as he does. As he parts her legs further he exposes more of her, letting his tongue explore the newly uncovered skin. A cry catches in Stella’s throat and she slaps a hand over her mouth. His scorching gaze fixes on her and she lets herself fall back on the bed. If she watches she’ll be done for. Then again, not being able to anticipate his next move might be even worse.

Not being one to let her escape his torment, Astarion grabs Stella beneath the legs and yanks her toward him, letting her legs fall onto his shoulders as he continues to lap up her sweetness. She chokes down a whine, her breath quickening as she desperately tries to control herself. His tongue plunges into her and she bites into her hand with a hiss. With her pelvis rolled up so that he can get the best angle, he continues fucking her with his tongue, getting deep enough that the tips of his fangs press into her ever so lightly. 

That’s what sets her over the edge. The smallest pinprick of pain along with all of the filthy things he’s doing to her with his tongue tears a scream from her throat, muffled by her hand. He stops and stands over her, backlit by the low lighting, her wetness reflecting off his devilish smile. He then grabs her by the throat, not enough to constrict her breathing, but just enough to pull her face up to his.

“What was that, my sweet?” he growls dangerously. 

“N-nothing,” Stella stammers out, but Astarion just smiles.

“I don’t think it was ‘nothing,’ darling,” he breathes, acid in his voice. “I was very explicit in my instructions, was I not?” His hand tightens around Stella’s throat and she lets out a choked sound. It’s not a sound she usually makes. Astarion pulls his hand back slightly, concern creeping into his eyes. Stella looks up at him and nods.

Keep going.

They have a safe word for a reason, but if anything unexpected happens, Astarion still prefers to check in. He’s mentioned before that sometimes he’s worried that he’ll lose control, especially right after drinking her blood.

Stella finds the danger absolutely thrilling, but wants him to feel just as safe as she does.

Astarion drops her throat and pushes her down so her back is flat against the bed. Still between her legs, he pushes his pelvis against hers, pinning her wrists above her head. He’s still fully clothed, and the leather of his pants feels deliciously cool against her wet pussy. He puts one knee up on the bed, pushing her right leg up higher and spreading her even further. As unphased and indifferent as he seems, Stella can still feel his erection pressing into her, and she shifts to feel it more.

“You said you’d give me anything if you failed, correct?” he murmurs against her lips. 

“Yes,” the word escapes on a breath.

“Then hold still.” Astarion stands and the sudden loss of all contact elicits a small whine from Stella. He flashes her a playful smirk as he walks over to the bedside table and pulls out two long strips of cloth. He climbs on top of Stella again, straddling her hips and squeezing lightly with his thighs.

“Wrists, please,” he commands almost nonchalantly. Stella immediately puts her wrists together and holds them out to Astarion.

“Good girl,” he coos and the praise makes her lightheaded. He tenderly wraps her wrists up in the silk cloth, making sure it's tight enough to prevent escape but not enough to cause any lasting damage. He then takes the other strip of cloth, a sturdier cotton broadcloth, and holds it to her lips. He ties it tightly behind her neck, keeping her from being able to open her mouth at all.

“Since you can’t control yourself enough to stay quiet,” he purrs, low and dangerous, “maybe this will do it for you. And I think,” he stands and walks over to the bed stand. He looks over his shoulder and orders in an apathetic tone, “Up dear.” She scrambles to her knees, wrists falling limply in her lap. He continues, “I think you need one more thing to remind you to whom you belong.” He pulls out a fine leather collar with a silver O-ring in the middle. Stella’s excitement mingles with genuine admiration for the craftsmanship. He turns around and lovingly closes it around her neck. He then slips one slender finger through the ring and pulls it up so her head is tilted toward him.

“How does that feel, good?” he asks lightly, and she nods, still desperate to please. He lets go of the collar and strokes her jaw. “Good,” he breathes, and she can see the self-control in his eyes. He wants to fuck her just as much as she wants him to, and it’s taking everything in his power to hold out. He leans into her lips as though he’s about to kiss her but stops just short of making contact. 

“Now, before I decide precisely what I want to do with you,” he hums into her lips, “I want to make sure you can still tell me if I need to stop or slow down. If it ever becomes too much, I want you to snap your fingers, understood? Show me now.” Astarion keeps his lips achingly close to hers, but she does as he says. When he hears her snap, he grabs her face in his hands and kisses her roughly, sliding a dastardly knee between her legs once again. She longs to reach for him but keeps her bound wrists dutifully in her lap as his lips continue their assault on hers. 

Once he breaks the kiss, he remains close and slides his hands behind her head and into her hair. “Good girl,” the words rumble low in his throat and Stella is grateful for the cloth that muffles the obscene noise she makes. He steps away and she’s finally able to see all of him as he pulls off the tunic, revealing his porcelain chest. She yearns to run her fingers along it, tracing the outlines of his muscles, but instead she just grabs a fistful of sheets beneath her hands. He pulls down his trousers, letting his already hardened cock free, and her pussy twitches in anticipation. 

Astarion saunters back up to her and touches the front of her gag where a small wet spot is forming with her desire for him. He smirks and pulls her face down to his cock, running the tip of it along the broadcloth. She can feel it brush against her lips, and she again moans in anticipation. 

“Don’t you wish you could take me in your mouth?” he breathes, and Stella presses her tongue against the inside of the gag, trying to make even minimal contact. He laughs cruelly. “Gods, you’re desperate,” he scoffs. “It’s a shame, because if you had been able to follow my instructions, I may have even let you ride me on top.” He pushes the tip of his dick into the gag one more time before pulling away, leaving Stella to squirm achingly. 

“But instead,” he forcefully pushes her back so that she’s once again lying on the bed with her legs spread open for him. He crawls on top of her and teases her opening with his tip. She mewls in desperation. “You’ll have to contend with me doing whatever I want to this beautiful body of yours. I can slide in,” and he pushes into her, wrenching a gasp and whine from her mouth, before pulling out and letting his tip tease her again, “and pull out on a whim. You said I could do whatever I want.”

Stella is beside herself with lust. Unable to move her hands, she writhes her pelvis, trying to get even the slightest bit of contact. Her pussy is starting to burn from the pent up desire and she’s genuinely unsure of how much longer she can last like this. Astarion grins widely and his fangs sparkle in the low lighting. 

“Shall I give you what you want, darling? What you so fiercely crave?” His slick tip is still dancing around her cunt and tears are starting to form in her eyes as she nods. He thrusts into her again and rips the cloth from her lips before whispering sharply into her ear.

“Then I want to hear it all,” he hisses. “I want you screaming my name as I fuck you.” With his permission, she cries out, all of her stifled energy finally releasing.

“Oh gods, Astarion, fuck me please,” the words spill from her mouth uncontrollably. He starts pounding into her and she knows after all that time teasing her, she won’t last long. The heat of him sliding in and out, the stretch with each thrust, fills her with a fire that threatens to turn into an explosion. 

“Fuck, Astarion, please,” she whines, moments away from climax. She wraps her legs around his waist to get him in deeper, and now it’s his turn to let out a low moan. He continues to slam into her, the sounds of their mutual pleasure mounting.

“Look at me,” he growls, and she struggles to keep her gaze locked onto his crimson eyes. He looks so beautiful above her, silvery hair getting slick with sweat, panting as he continues his smooth rhythm. She can feel her orgasm building as her cries grow louder. He knows she’s close, too, and once again he flashes a fang-bearing smile.

“Come for me, darling,” he groans, and that sends her toppling over the edge.

“Gods, Astarion, yes!” she screams as she comes, and his follows shortly after. With a final thrust, he releases into her, his cock pulsing exquisitely. He looks down at her with an uncharacteristically shy smile and kisses her as he pulls out.

Both of them are out of breath as he collapses onto the bed next to her. Stella’s limbs feel light as though she just downed an entire bottle of dream mist. She rolls onto her side to look at Astarion, who appears to be equally intoxicated. Without a word she holds her wrists up, and he laughs lightly.

“Ah, yes, you might want those back,” he croons, and uses his teeth to pull out the knot, and the silk falls away in one fluid motion. Her hands are so close to his face that she cups his chin gently, just content to look at him.

“You’re so beautiful,” she whispers, and he turns a kiss into her palm. 

“I could say the same thing,” he purrs as he looks up at her through his lashes. “Tea?” He pulls up the plush blanket that had been folded neatly at the end of the bed and wraps it around Stella’s shoulders. She snuggles into it and pulls it closed around her, then nods. He plants a quick kiss on her forehead and walks over to fill the kettle hanging above the hearth. Stella admires his silhouette, backlit by the light of the fire. He’s lithe and sinewy, his sculpted muscles built for dexterity more than strength. Her eyes rake over his broad shoulders, the dip of his lower back, the curve of his bare ass. He turns his head to look at her over his shoulder.

“Yes?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Nothing,” she hums, “just enjoying the view.” He smiles as he leans over the blanket cocoon she’s swathed herself in and kisses her lips softly, gently. He’s always particularly tender with her after a session like that, and Stella is grateful for it. She loves being able to see both of these sides of Astarion. The affable tailor eager to serve, and the dangerous dom claiming his power. Her fingers lightly dance on the collar he put on her. She likes the idea of belonging to him. A pity she couldn’t wear something as conspicuous as a leather collar in her daily life.

Astarion returns with a steaming mug, and as though reading her mind, pulls a long jewelry box from the drawer of the bedside table. 

“A companion piece to your collar, if you so wish,” he says in explanation. “You’re under no obligation to wear it, of course, but I thought you might like a little reminder of me everywhere you go.” She opens the box and nestled in the satin is a delicate silver chain with a small ring in the center. Her jaw drops slightly as she marvels at its beauty.

“Astarion, how did you–?” she begins, but he cuts her off.

“It pays to be a well-connected artisan, darling,” he says with a shrug. 

“Will you put it on me?” Stella asks in a light voice, and he looks delighted. She lifts up her hair so that he can unclasp the leather collar and replace it with the silver necklace. His fingers brush against her neck, lingering on the puncture mark he left earlier.

“Although perhaps you might want to sport high-collared dresses for a bit,” he admits with an apologetic grin. Stella turns and kisses him, cupping his face and gently running her thumb along his jaw.

“Well thank the gods I have a tailor who can make me new gowns in all the latest fashions,” she smirks. He climbs on top of her to kiss her more deeply, their naked bodies touching in a way that’s intimate, but not sexual. She could melt into his flesh, his kiss, his breath, and never want to change a thing.

[ambasingresident]

I don't know what to do at the moment, so I made a sticksona/oc since there is still a LACK of Filipino THSC OCs in the fandom.

Meet The Blog's New Sticksona/Mascot, Brigadier General Amba Sing

A young and skilled general of the First Philippine Republic who originally came from the Mountain Province (more specifically, in Ambasing, Sagada), this sticksona is slightly based on General Gregorio del Pilar (The Boy General) and was made after watching both Heneral Luna and Goyo for the 69th time (real patriotism moment). I'll probably draw him from time to time should I not forgor about him.

[followerofanhamirak]

Unknown Seeds - Into the Flames Part 5

Work is passed down through the mother’s line, though traits can inherited through the father….most of the time.

7.

Name: Tally Craven (Motherland: Fort Salem)

Age: 19

Species: Homo Cantus - Witch

Level: 13 (+7)

8.

Name: Libba Swythe (Motherland: Fort Salem)

Age: 18

Species: Homo Cantus - Witch

Level: 19 (+9)

9.

Name: Gregorio Shellbark (Motherland: Fort Salem)

Age: 19

Species: Homo Cantus - Witch

Level: 22 (+8)

10.

Name: Orihime Matsubara (Motherland: Fort Salem/OC)

Age: 72

Species: Homo Cantus - Witch

Level: 10

11.

Name: Arisu Matsubara (Motherland: Fort Salem/OC)

Age: 52

Species: Homo Cantus - Witch

Level: 14

12.

Name: Adil (Motherland: Fort Salem)

Age: 19

Species: Homo Cantus - Witch

Level: 18 (+8)

13.

Name: Khalida (Motherland: Fort Salem)

Age: 13

Species: Homo Cantus - Witch

Level: 10 (+6)

[ledwis-creshendo]

Another new oc that I had for a while but I was too lazy to show is Gregorio, a former rock Troll and high society butler.

Its power is to turn things into cubes (Not living beings). which can enlarge and shrink at will can also lock people inside the cubes

Age: 77, Species: Rock troll, Group: High society,

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

My dcla relatives ocs and headcanons about who's related to who

Cause I don't just have next gen ocs, I also have some ocs for relatives they have. Many of them do not have names yet, but I may have some ideas of who they are. Also, this will also not only have ocs, but also other characters that I think might be related to them.

Camila has four younger sisters: Eva and Ada (they are not ocs but you know, they are def her sisters, born 1998), Lola (Born 2001) and Lili (born 2009)

Since Ámbar is adopted, her biological family very unknown, and I'd like to believe she has a younger sister somewhere from her biological dad's side... I have not decided if this sister is gonna be Isadora from Netflix's Elite, or a brand new oc lol. I also have this idea that her biological dad has slept with a lot of women and thus have these fatherless children all around the world. Let's be glad Ámbar has mommy issues and not daddy issues and never craved to know who her dad was, or else she'd open a whole can there. It would be very interesting for this girl to do a dna test someday.

Angie is second cousins with Caterina from Entrelazados. Caterina's grandmother has two siblings, one of the siblings are the grandparent of Maria and Angie, and the other is the grandparent of Sharon and Lili. Which, yes, means Violetta and Luna are distantly related. Although, Angie is only aware of Caterina as their families were slightly closer. Thank you Entrelazados for having like every dcla actor in one show so I can make all of this up!!

Continuing with the dcla and d+la connections... Luna is distantly related to Lupe (and thus also Pipe) from Siempre fui yo. Maybe second or third cousin, but they do share a great grandparent down the line.

Simón is first cousins with Morgan from Papás por encargo, and Leon is first cousins with Miguel from the same show :)

Gregorio and Rey are twins. Their uncle is Franco from Entrelazados.

Federico and Matteo are half siblings. They have the same dad, who left Fede's mom. He has never told Matteo about his previous relationship. One day the half brothers are gonna reunite.

Juliana is sisters with Alice from Bia.

Simón also has one older sister (born 1995), one younger brother (born 2001) and two younger sisters (born 2006) and I don't have any names for them yet. But they are there.

Ramiro has two older half siblings, a brother (born 1996) and a sister (born 1997). He also has a younger half brother on his dad's side (born 2002) and a half sister on his mother's side (born 2005). Also, he has a stepsister (born 2001) and a stepbrother (born 2007). So yeah, he has a giant family.

Jim has an older sister named Julia (born 1998), and Aillén from Bia is her younger cousin.

Jazmin has a younger sister (born 2008) that she wants to mentor in fashion and makeup to, but her sister isn't too interested.

Yam has two younger brothers: Manny (born 2004) and David (born 2007). She also has a cousin (born 1999) that she looks up to a lot, though I have not gotten a name for her just yet.

Delfi has a younger brother (born 2004) and she finds him really annoying, but she loves him too.

Maxi has a younger brother (born 1997), which he mentioned having in the pilot.

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i watched some urban exploration videos again today and while thinking how disrespectful and annoying the whole video was I remembered my OC lol he would fucking do all that shit

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Hi hi! For the OC ask meme - you pick who you're jonesing to write for! <3

🍒: Has Your OC had their first kiss yet? If so, with who?

🍆: Does your OC have any favourite form of affection, physical or otherwise?

🌽: How does this OC feel about acts of affection? What's their favourite act of affection, physical or emotional?

🍰: What's something your OC counts as unforgivable?

🍩: What's a crime your OC is most likely to commit? What's a crime they're most likely to get arrested for?

Oooh, lotsa prompts. :D Thank you!

(Odd OC Asks)

I'm gonna stick with Hector again bc as I said, he's on my mind tonight. XD (Rakha is too - looking forward to getting her liveblog back up and running - but she's still in Act 1 and I don't have strong answers for some of these questions just yet because she's still figuring herself out. :P )

🍒: Has Your OC had their first kiss yet? If so, with who?

Indeed! I don't actually think it was Karlach, either, though she is his first relationship/sex. I think I established at one point that Hector had a brief flirtation with a girl in the village near the monastery when he was in his late teens; it didn't get tremendously far but they definitely had a few secret rendezvous to make out.

However - his order isn't celibate but it was sort of frowned upon to get caught up in that kind of thing and so the whole thing got stomped out by the then-Abbot and after that Hector buried himself in his studies and didn't really come out again until the Nautiloid caught him.

🍆: Does your OC have any favourite form of affection, physical or otherwise?

This kind of relates to the above - Hector has been pretty touch-starved his whole life and also knows that Karlach ALSO has, so their relationship is VERY touch-heavy and he's sort of fascinated by it, by just being able to reach out and feel her near him any time he likes and get that same gesture in return. Any time he's near her and his hands aren't otherwise occupied he almost always has a hand on her arm or around her waist or shoulders, and she is the same way; it's not really even a deliberate thing on either of their parts, just instinctive, automatic.

With friends, he's less touchy-feely (although he got more so over time - there were a lot of hugs during the epilogue party), and I think his biggest gesture of affection comes around discussing each others' interests. He's always very actively interested in the things that are important to his friends (looking back, he absolutely first started to fall for Karlach when she infodumped about demons at him :P ), and super excited when someone (often Gale and Shadowheart) bring up something he's interested in and let him ramble in return.

🌽: How does this OC feel about acts of affection? What's their favourite act of affection, physical or emotional?

Oops. I guess the above answer was supposed to be just about receiving affection, and this one is about giving affection? I sort of answered both at once, lol.

🍰: What's something your OC counts as unforgivable?

My initial instinct was to say blasphemy but that's actually super untrue; he got close to Shadowheart even before she gave up on Shar, he was ready to throw hands with Mystra for Gale, etc. So his relationship with religion got very complicated very fast as soon as he left the monastery actually, which is interesting to think about.

Looking at the moments where Hector got the most angry/upset during the game, the answer seems more likely to be cruelty or indifference to those in need and unable to defend themselves. His biggest snap moments were 1) his temper tantrum at Shadowheart in the House of Healing, which was really at Malus Thorm except he was already dead, 2) Arfur Gregorio and the gunpowder in the refugees' toys, 3) Valeria not giving a shit about the outcome of her investigation, 4) seeing the Steel Watcher killing a little girl through the brains in the Foundry, 5) Wulbren Bongle, nuff said, and 6) the asshole running the dog kennel. (And, of course, everything to do with Gortash, Orin, Cazador, Raphael, Viconia, and Mystra.)

🍩: What's a crime your OC is most likely to commit? What's a crime they're most likely to get arrested for?

Hm. There isn't a TON of criminal activity Hector would be involved in. In a lot of ways he is the guy from that Club Penguin meme ("They can't do that, that's illegal!") - he got, for instance, super incensed about the djinn rigging the carnival game in Rivington. XD

However - he has definitely killed and will kill again, albeit for self-defense and/or civic duty reasons, so y'know there's that.

The real answer here, however, is that by Act 3 he was SUPER willing to steal all the shit from anyone who was a jerk to him/his friends/those in need (see previous question). It was for the most part a very Robin Hood-esque instinct (he didn't really want the money/goods for himself particularly and definitely paid it forward). But yeah the answer here is definitely petty burglary against jerks. :P