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thelaisydazy · 2 days
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I'm still thinking about blacksmith!Ghost. All big and sweaty. Way too strong. Afraid he'll break you. He just wants you to be safe.
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umtrem · 1 day
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It's a conversation about the past.
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eriochromatic · 3 months
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crochawk gift for @/just_minhthi on twitter!! Royalty AU with my own medieval flavorings
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maeirys · 8 months
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Sir Gideon Nav and her Lady Harrowhark Nonagesimus, representing the Ninth house at the king's joust.
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munyon · 2 months
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The knight is back 🗡️🪦
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rskacreates · 3 months
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WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! This is the piece I made for The Dinluke Secret Santa, for @thornescratch , held by @stardads !!!
Im so glad you enjoyed it and I had a blast making it! Hope everyone here also enjoys LMAO
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Context for drawing | There’s a war between the Mandalorians and Jedi, DO I KNOW WHY- no LMAO. Din Djarin is the Mand’alor and Luke Skywalker is a Jedi Knight and a Prince. Horses are none other than The Razor Crest and R2-D2. The scene I drew was a stealth mission gone wrong- and by wrong i mean the Mandalorians knew what was going down and jumped mans. Resulting in his capture.
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tanuki-pyon · 2 months
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When you're a spy in charge of kidnapping the princess but turns out princess was a mf werewolf
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an-old-lady · 6 months
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Lord Vader
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nynevefromthelake · 29 days
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So the medieval au that is also Hope!Hob au. Morpheus is a medieval king who suffers under the burden of his responsibilities, crumbling marriage and the loss of his only child. And when he is very close to give up he meets a mysterious stranger who brings a glimpse of hope to his life
And in the end Morpheus becomes immortal, they fake his death and travel together forever helping and inspiring people. And maybe Morpheus’s new personality is a bard named Dream
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alin-linlinlin · 1 month
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Medieval AU!!!!!!!
Knight Ronan and magician Adam
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thelaisydazy · 3 days
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I wanna hear what are your thoughts on Medieval AU for 141. If you have any. If not it's ok ignore things.
But I wanna see what you got. Because I love that AU. Thank you. Love you lots sending love ✨💕
Rosie. ROSIE!!! You have no idea what you’re doing to me. I’m a DnD nerd who grew up on Ren Faires and the movies Legend and The Last Unicorn. I’m SO here for a medieval AU!!!!
I’m foaming at the mouth. 
Picture it.
You’re a young royal. Your kingdom is on the brink of war and your father, the king, sends you away with his most trusted captain, Sir John Price. Of course, two heads are better than one and Sir Price brings along his newly knighted protege, Sir Kyle Garrick.  
The knights take you across the kingdom, meeting a retired knight turned blacksmith who only goes by Ghost and a Highlander from the MacTavish clan along the way. 
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umtrem · 2 days
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"Dear, Amy Rose..."
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ky-landfill · 8 months
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ghouljams · 22 days
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King König: marry me pls
Gardener Leibling: no
It's a constant refrain. Sometimes you think he asks just to hear you say no to him. No one else tells the king "No", no one dares to even utter the word. You're free to sit in his bed, soft linen sheets pooling around your hips as you pick over the recent requests for different flowers in the garden. The papers brought precisely to the king's suite, and not your little hovel. You should be more annoyed that your papers are being sent to König's rooms and not to your home, but it is rather convenient.
König drags his fingers up and down your spine, the rough calloused skin against your own much softer figure makes you want to squirm away. You hold you ground, as you always do. You don't have to pay him any more attention than you want, but you still find him consuming your awareness. You know he's still laying against the pillows, know that he has an arm under his head, know that he watches you like a hunter watches their prey. You know too that his chest is covered in scratches, hidden under dark hair, and that if you decided to abandon your work for another round of pleasure he would not deny you.
"You'll have a secretary to do that if we marry," König offers. You huff, dip your quill in the ink pot precariously balanced on the bed beside you, and make a quick note in the margins of the request letter to look into seed vendors.
"I enjoy my work," You remind him, "and I don't want to marry you."
"I'm not asking Liebling," He tries, his hand splaying wide on the small of your back.
"And I don't care," You tell him as firmly as you think necessary, "I'm not interested."
His hand leaves you with a sigh, you almost miss it, he's trying to make you miss it. "You're so cruel to me," König hums. You hear the rustle of fabric as he sits up. Your hand darts to keep the ink pot from tipping over, raising it off the duvet you twist and settle it on the bedside table. König's turns you back towards him, his fingers holding your chin tight. He tips his head, studying you. "Marry me," he implores. You give him a bored look.
"No."
"Tyrant," He smiles, leaning in to kiss you, you turn so he catches the corner of your mouth, and feel his teeth as his smile widens, "You'd make a perfect queen."
"I'd be bored to death," You reason.
"Oh Liebling," König coos, "I'm sure something else would kill you first."
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aberrantcreature · 2 months
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Basically what happens when Knight Kenobi gets back to Naboo and his queen with the newly-rescued skywalker, Anakin, one who seems rather intent on staying by his rescuers side.
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kneelingshadowsalome · 5 months
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Ok but what if
What if Ghost was a knight (again) and then there's a spoiled, presumptuous lady who's bored (again)
She's the kind of princess who was dearly loved because she was a girl. No one knows why, because everyone knows girls are a liability. But she has been treasured and sheltered all her life, she always got everything she wanted, and now she's stupid enough to fall for Simon who has lived a life full of war and torment and who is not the kind of stray dog you would want to feed.
Our poor lady doesn't know she's playing with fire when she's toying with her father's (Price?) most loyal soldier: a brooding, tall, broad man who got his knighthood after this campaign or that. This outlander, Simon, catches her attention because he rarely speaks and never smiles, but makes her smallclothes wet because he has an ill look about him: a broken nose and a thin lipped, downturned mouth. This sir is looking everyone from under his brow like they're mere children in his eyes. The only time she's heard him speak is when he's barking orders in the courtyard.
She teases and teases and teases him: flirting every chance she can get, giving him soft brushes that barely remain within the bounds of propriety. She bestows heated stares that linger a little too long, she licks and parts her lips when they walk past each other in the cold, dimly lit corridors of the castle. He never returns any of her flirts.
Except the stares.
She can feel his eyes on her even when she's not looking. That coal-like stare is fixed on her wherever she goes: it's hot and cold at the same time, like embers that are kindling under long-forgotten ashes.
He's interested… But only in a way that a hungry, beaten, suspicious dog is interested when it's staring at a meaty bone, trying to decode if it's a treat or a trap.
He finally has enough one day when she dares to smile at him: softly, knowingly, like a whore in a tavern.
The gauntlet closes around her neck like an iron collar. She can smell the horses and the sweat and the dirty leather as the man she has dreamed of seizes her and pushes her back against a wall.
"Is this what you want? Hm?"
She finally hears him speak: dark, gravelly, and borderline exhausted from all the games she plays. Were he to hold her a little more tightly, she would call it a choke, a soft and slow strangling. The intensity is enough to make her heart flutter and her stare escape somewhere to the grey stone wall. There's no way she can meet that heated stare, now filled with flames and lust.
The knight she used to fantasize about is about to snap. The stoic, cold man is about to lose control at any given moment, and she's about to lose her maidenhood along with that shattered self-control.
He presses his whole body against her: leather and steel and hardened muscle, all that rough, well fed, thick flesh forged in countless battles is pressed against her frame like she is nothing but a flower. Her woolen dress is a poor shield against all the hard ridges of his armour, the pommel of his sword digs into her side painfully, but she pays it no mind. There's something equally as hard and demanding pressed against the apex between her legs. She's forced to rise to her toes from the way he drives his swollen cock up her cunt, and even if there's layers and layers of clothing between them, she can feel the heat of him.
"'S not a good idea to tease a starved dog," he snarls while watching her lose her confidence. All of it, because it was only ever a charade. A silly daydream of a silly young woman, just an attempt to distract herself, a pastime game that happened to turn into a dangerous obsession.
And he growls. He actually growls like a hound when she's suddenly so weak she can't even provide him with an answer. It's a dark rumble that meets her chest, a hot, slow breath that passes across her frightened skin. She feels like floating: his cock raises her from the ground as he tries to fuck into her through their clothes. The ironclad hand has never even seen mercy as it turns her head to the side for him to have a good sniff of her neck and hair.
"Sir," her lips tremble; her whole jaw is making it clear that she's about to cry soon. There's not enough stones on the wall for her to count if he decides to take her here. "Simon…? Please, sir. I'm a virgin…"
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