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teecupangel · 9 months

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Hey Tee! I did an ask about this for The Witcher fandom a while ago now it popped in my head for AC and-

Studio Ghibli AUs. All the Studio Ghibli AUs!!! Which pairing do you think fits best with each movie?

I was wondering if you meant Desmond pairings or if you meant like… non-Desmond pairings but, fuck it, my default setting is that you meant Desmond pairing so here’s some Desmond pairings for you XD

(I will try to add a spin to it or something, we’ll see)

AltDes: Spirited Away

In this setup, we’ll change the parents to Shaun and Rebecca and the idea is Desmond and the two of them are on their way to their next mission. This one will not have any Animus BS in it but they’re still all Assassins.

The same setup as the beginning of Spirited Away but I kinda wanna make them into turkeys instead of pigs so we can have a reference to the Assassin Turkey XD

Anyway, Al Mualim would be the owner of the bathhouse that Desmond works with and Altaïr would be the mysterious employee whose name nobody knows.

One of the main themes of this movie is losing one’s identity so we’ll have Desmond only be called 17. Every employee is only called by number and Altaïr would be called 1. The other main characters would take the other numbers (2 for Ezio, 3 for Ratonhnhaké:ton, etc) with Clay being 16 because he’s 16.

Altaïr will be one of the employees helping Desmond but he’s the most distant of them. Maybe that would be the reason why Desmond would notice him because he can feel a familiar loneliness clinging onto Altaïr and he’d be ‘curious’ about it. Their budding closeness would be the reason why Altaïr would be the one to go ‘fuck all of this’ and leave his ‘post’ to help Desmond and Desmond would realize who Altaïr is because of the small details he could remember (and how Desmond had learned about the Assassins of old)

Anyway, it ends in a similar way as Spirited Away with Desmond realizing that all of the employees were Assassins and the bathhouse is meant to be a stop point between living and afterlife. Al Mualim used a POE he found using the Apple that was one of the failed solutions to the Solar Flare to create that pocket dimension and he’s been hoarding these Assassins as a way to have his own army (with defective memories that would make them easier to control) and the pocket dimension would pierce reality and revive them into the current timeline.

Everyone had been helping Desmond because they believe Desmond could still leave if he remembers he’s Desmond, not knowing that only meant that Desmond would pass to the afterlife and not actually return to his old life.

Desmond being Desmond fucked that up because his very existence and his belief that all of these people (employees + Al Mualim and the guests which are actually just passing ghosts that Al Muliam didn’t take) are real jumpstart the reality bending power of the POE but that also meant Desmond has become the singularity, not Al Mualim.

Then the twist would be the reason why the three got into the pocket dimension is because the car they used exploded thanks to a bomb that Lucy placed (orders from Vidic) and their mission had been to investigate Clay’s death.

So… either go for the afterlife peaceful life ending or the ending where the reality bending POE does success thanks to Desmond.

EziDes: Honestly, I was thinking either Howl’s Moving Castle or Castle in the Sky but I decided to go with Howl’s Moving Castle instead

In this one, Desmond would be Howl so we can have AC Revelations!Ezio hahahaha

No, seriously.

Anyway, the witch is Juno (of course), Calcifer is Clay and Turnip Head would be Suleiman who does fall in love with Ezio but… yyeeaaahhh.

So, Desmond is cursed to not have a heart by Juno (and it’s shaped like the Apple of Eden and is Juno’s main ‘weapon’) and he can transform into a similar bird creature but this one is bathed in white and have gold lines all over (Ezio would realize the gold lines are very similar to the gold lines of the Apple) and he does transform to keep the two warring side in check even if it’s taking a toll on his body. The more toll it takes, the more golden lines appear on his body, all originating from the scar where his heart had been taken.

Clay tells Ezio he can free him from his curse but he wants to be freed first. This is all a big gamble because Clay knows the only way to free him from the life connection he has with Desmond is if Desmond regains his heart before Clay’s fire is completely snuffed out.

The ending is similar to Howl’s Moving Castle but Ezio would steal Juno’s Apple because he knows it’s connected to Desmond but don’t know how while Juno is punished by the king she ‘sided’ with. (Lorenzo, maybe?)

ConDes: Princess Mononoke

I’m going to be completely honest here, Princess Mononoke is my favorite Studio Ghibli film and I was tempted to make this the AltDes one but ConDes just fits soooo much more so, yeah, let’s start this.

Ratonhnhaké:ton would be our Ashitaka and he’d be ‘banished’ from his village because he was cursed after killing a demon before it could reach his village. His grandmother (the clan mother as well) tells him to go west where the demon (which they had realized was a corrupted boar god) had hailed from.

Along the way, he meets George Washington who suggests that maybe the Great Forest Spirit could cure him… if he was to find it anyway.

So Ratonhnhaké:ton reached Iron Town that is under the control of the Templar Order with Haytham Kenway as the leader (up to you if we’re keeping their familial relationship or not)

He also sees the town be attacked by wolves and a man in a hood and a mask that rides one of the wolves and attacks the townspeople as well.

Okay, for this one, Desmond is obviously the San of this AU and his wolf brethren would be Altaïr and Ezio.

Can we keep Gillian Anderson as Moro? No? Fine. Maria Auditore or Minerva gets the role of mama!wolf god. Take your pick.

Yeah, George Washington’s gonna steal that head. XD

Alright, so those are the main three done and here are some more Studio Ghibli AU ideas that I’m just throwing out there:

Fuck it. I want a Castle in the Sky one so here: Arno x Desmond with Laputa Castle in the Sky with Desmond being the mysterious man everyone wants to abduct and Arno helping him try to escape and also looking for the mythical Laputa that his father had been searching until his untimely demise.

My Neighbors the Yamada with the Kenway family. Either this is a sweet AU where nothing bad happened to them OR this is like the exact opposite of My Neighbors the Yamada and is just pure Kenway Family Drama all the way. Either way, the fic would be set in Desmond’s POV who is neighbors with the Kenways and it’s up to you if this is gonna be EdDes, HayDes or ConDes (or even JenDes)

Kiki Delivery Service with Desmond being Kiki, Clay as Jiji and Leonardo being that kid that is absolutely enraptured by how Desmond could use a broom to fly. The bakery is absolutely owned by the Auditores with Maria Auditore pregnant with Petruccio. (this can either be EziDes or LeoDes)

Only Yesterday AU where Jacob returns to his childhood rural town after a very bad breakup and tries to ‘repair’ his relationship with his sister that shattered after their father’s death. She’s married and has a child and her husband’s cousin, Desmond, is also a distant childhood friend.

The Cat Returns would be so fun for Desmond and I kinda want it to be Eivor x Desmond with the Cat King being Odin. I don’t know why, it sorta kinda fits? Baron could even be Basim and Toto would be Hytham, why not?

I kinda wanna make a joke and say Graves of the Fireflies with the Frye twins but just remembering Graves of the Fireflies makes me wanna cry so no, we are not using Graves of the Firefly in this one unless the AU has Desmond save the kids.

I gotta end it there because if I don’t, I’ll be stuck here thinking of AU ideas for every Studio Ghibli film I’ve watched and I’m pretty sure I watched almost all of them. God, I wanted to make a Nausicaa Valley of the Winds AU but all I can think of are the Templars using ancient weapons to control the world and Desmond being Nausicaa. That’s as far as I got.

#you know that meme from porco rosso?#the one where gina’s going ‘i like stupid men’#that applies to canon pairings #but also to every desmond pairing #where desmond or the other person can be the dumb one XD #anyway #studio ghibli au #ask and answer #no usual tags because #altdes #ezides #condes #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

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maelstroms-blog · 1 year

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Chp 2 of my princess mononoke/the sandman crossover. it’s short but hopefully in the next chp, Prince Hob will meet...him.

#The Sandman #princess mononoke #studio ghibli au #the sandman netflix #the sandman fanfic #au fanfiction #dreamling #Dream x Hob #dream of the endless #hob gadling #the corinthian #tom sturridge #ferdinand kingsley #dabble #criticism welcome

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darkcrowprincess · 1 year

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Got to watch spirited away at the movies! Loved it! The animation was beautiful! The story was beautiful like I remembered it. Haku and Chihiro remind me of Hunter and Luz from the owl house and someone really needs to make a spirited away au for lunter. The story is so perfect for them! All and all today was a great day! Something that I know for sure now. The owl house references a lot from studio ghibli films as well as anime. The glyph that makes things invisible by holding your breath is a clear reference to Hakus magic in the movie. As well as no face is used in the owl house too. I love that so many things were inspiration for the owl house.

(Don't like don't read. Post hate and I'll block you.)

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kunikidas-lost-glasses · 2 years

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I'm writing on a longer post about a Soukoku AU where they live in a studio ghibli like world without abilities in a small town at the sea.

Chuuya works in the bakery of his brother Verlaine who will travel to France for a few weeks with his husband Arthur Rimbaud as thier honeymoon. Due to this, they search someone who is willing to help Chuuya in the bakery even tho Chuuya exclaimed that he can handle it alone. Verlaine is still a very overprotective and caring brother.

Dazai is the son of a rich fisherman but he never worked at his dad's buisness or worked in general. He only wants to write and stay at home which doesn't help with his constant boredom and his depression at all. After some time, his dad wants him to find a real job where he earns money.

Eventually they both met one morning in the bakery and fall in love instantly. Dazai suddenly would work day and night for this man aswell as to get to know him and applys for the job even though he can't bake for shit. Bc Verlaine will watch him bake something in a few weeks as a test, he seeks the help of his childhood friends Fyodor and Nikolai aswell as from thier husbands Sigma and Shibusawa.

Fyodor and Nikolai both fled from thier home counties as teens and now they live in the small town. Fyodor works at the local bookstore and many find the quiet and intelligent russian man creepy. In truth he isn't evil at all. Nikolai works at the local theatre, Sigma works at the local gambling hall and hates Dazai and Shibusawa is the towns best Tailor. All of them are married to each other.

He also seeks the help of his own siblings Elise and Yumeno. After a week of hard work he gets the job and he and Chuuya work together while falling in love even more. Some slight shit happens, leading them to comfort each other and confess. When Paul and Arthur arrive back in the town, he gets greeted by a very happy new couple. Also Dazai finally found happiness too.

Ft. Ranpo as the towns private detective, Poe, Ranpo's boyfriend who works together with Fyodor in the towns bookstore, Mushitaro as Poe and Ranpo's stressed roommate (or boyfriend. Nobody knows), Atushi as fisherman in training, Akutagawa as worker in the local flower shop who is secretly dating the sunshine Atushi, Gin who is Higuchi's wive and works with her brother at the flower store, Yosano as Ranpo's childhood friend, Koyo's wive and the towns local doctor who is worried about Dazai's depression hole, Jouno and Tecchou as married police men, Bram as the mysterious Earl and bookstore owner who adopted Aya (also he is in a wheelchair but can walk short lengths) and Kenji as the farmer boy from a farm from outside the town who brings vegetables to the towns stores and flour to the bakery.

I'm still writing on every thing but it's just something comforting to me.

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pairofcds · 1 year

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howl <3

#howls moving castle #howl jenkins pendragon #howl fanart #howl pendragon #howls moving castle art #howlsmovingcastle #studio ghibli #studio ghibli au #fanart #studio ghibli fanart #anime boy #queer artist #procreate #digital artist #commissions open

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fantasy-drawings-ra · 2 years

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Here is ‘A Chance Encounter’ with Desmond as Howl.

I hope you like it!

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sea-owl · 1 year

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I am personally offended that I have yet to see a Studio Ghibili au for Bridgerton. I need to brainstorm. Brb

#bridgerton #studio ghibli #studio ghibli au

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sossmoss · 2 years

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AA Mononoke crossover UwU

#doodle #i try #story ideas #oof #art #fanart #drawing #doodles #alternate universe #au #studio ghibli au #drawings #AA #ascension academy #vrchatrp #rp #Lila Fang #Zackary Fang #princess mononoke

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puppyatelier · 1 year

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🌷 hopekook

"Once you've met someone you never really forget them. It just takes a while for your memories to return."

#hopekook #hopekook moodboard #bts moodboard #studio ghibli au #my moodboards #puppy edits #hobi #jungkook #hoseok moodboard #jungkook moodboard

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krikzilla · 3 months

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More Ghibli Zosan, since u liked the ponyo one sm 🥹🙏🏻

#one piece #vinsmoke sanji #roronoa zoro #zoro #sanji #zoro x sanji #zosan #sanzo #studio ghibli #ghibli #spirited away #au #my art

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lovemoroporo · 1 year

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the found family of it all

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letraspal · 7 months

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My neighbor Remus. ☔️

#wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #moony #padfoot #the marauders #marauders #remus john lupin #sirius orion black #wolfstar fanart #studio ghibli #my neighbor totoro #fanart #artistis on tumblr #letraspal #illustration #atyd #wolfstar au #James potter

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maelstroms-blog · 1 year

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Please enjoy my princess mononoke/the sandman crossover

In a world, far from our own, the gods still roam the earth. Though they live off the offerings and prayers given to them by humans, they turn their eye to their suffering. For you see, the gods had grown lazy and complacent, ignorant to the plight of others.

‘Humans are of no importance,’ one arrogant god stated, 'Why should we waste our time on their petty problems?’

No one had an answer. And that was their downfall. The humans were growing irritated, both with the gods and each other. Every day, more and more humans were succumbing to war. Greed and anger spread like disease; the humans stopped their worshipping. What was the point if no one answered their prayers? Slowly, the power of the gods faded. It went unnoticed at first, until the first change happened.

Destiny, the one who knew all that happened and all that would happen, changed shape. Instead of the hooded figure, forever chained to his book, sat a creature, a creature unlike anything ever seen before. His book and chain fell to the ground, echoing throughout the world. As if protesting the sudden power vacuum, the world raged. Storms decimated villages, diseases wiped out families and famine ruined crops.

What once was Destiny watched the carnage, disinterested. It no longer mattered to him. He was gone, but he was not the last.

Other gods left, seeking refuge amongst the humans who once worshipped them. Their plan failed, for the worshippers had become clouded with hate, fuelled by anger, they attacked the gods. The battle was long and bloody, forcing the gods to retreat. They retreated into the forest, hiding, and secluding themselves from a world that rebelled against them. They still reside there to this day, but time has not been kind. For though they are still gods, their powers have waned and many more have changed shape. Terrible shapes. Humans will no longer venture into the forests, not because of the gods there, no, it is because of the demons.

The sun was shining down, warming all who it embraced. Perched on a mountain top, protected from the world around them, sat a village. Though it was tiny and secluded, its people were sturdy. Generations ago, when the great war started, they fought tooth and nail for peace, and their prize was peace. Peace from war, raiders and a king that sought to wipe them out. The little mountain village was going about its day, finishing chores, harvesting crops. But all was not well. Something was in the air, the buzz of anticipation. Circling the village on his red elk, was the prince of the village, Hob. Broad shouldered and strong, with skin kissed by the sun, he was well educated in the matter of protecting his village. Leader and protector, he was a skilled archer and loyal to his people, ready to lend a helping hand or helpful ear. Prince Hob was known for his easy-going smile, the smile hat lit up his soulful brown eyes. It was nowhere to be found now. His face was set in a deep frown, concern obvious in his eyes. He could also sense it. The strange buzz in the air. It was like electricity flowing through him. Scanning the horizon, he saw something in the distance, amongst the trees that acted as a barrier. Hob narrowed his eyes, there was definitely something there. Shifting in the darkness. Quickly, tying his long brown hair into a bun, he clicked his tongue.

‘Come on, Yakul,’

His red elk heard him and he hurried along the dirt road. As they got closer, he recognised his little sister, Roberta, and her friends, they waved him down,

‘Hob! Quick!’

Spurred on by his sister’s insistence, he stopped alongside them, the girls, thought they tried to hide it, were unnerved by something.

‘There’s something in the forest!’ Roberta pointed behind them, all was still but he didn’t doubt her words.

‘I know, the wise woman wants everyone back to the village,’ he gestured over his shoulder, it had been his job to escort everyone back to the village.

‘Something is wrong,’ the other girl, Maya, added, ‘You can feel it, can’t you?’ she shivered, ‘It feels wrong, and all the birds are gone.’

Hob paused, she was right, the birds had stopped singing, in fact, he couldn’t remember seeing any all day.

‘I’ll check with Billy, see if he’s seen anything,’ he looked directly at his sister,

‘Get you and your friends back safely,’

His sister nodded, her own brown eyes resolute. He made sure they were out of the way before moving himself. He led Yakul to the watchtower, the familiar shape of the old man sat at the top. Hob dismounted before Yakul stopped, patting him in thanks. He climbed the watchtower, his weight sending creaks up the old wood, then, he stopped. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He glanced down, staring deep into the forest. His mother, before she died, had often warned him not to stare into the trees. She always said he’d attract the attention of something unsavoury. As he strained his eyes now, he didn’t doubt his late mother’s words. Though nothing moved, something was there.

Staring back at him.

Gritting his teeth, he looked away. He reached the top and found Billy, his gaze fixed at the dark forest, though time had ravaged the soldier’s body, he still had the sharpest eyesight of entire village. Hob already knew the answer but he had to ask anyway,

‘You saw it, Billy, didn’t you?’

The old man nodded, idly stroking his long, white beard,

‘I did. It isn’t human.’

Hob nodded; he figured as much but hearing it confirmed made a chill go up his spine. He shook it off, his priority had to be the safety of his people.

‘The wise woman wants everyone back at the village,’ he held out his hand to the man, ‘Come on, I’ll help you down,’

‘Wait,’ Billy didn’t look at him, leaning over the wood. His whole body was hanging over the railing, Hob, scared of the old man falling, held onto his shirt,

‘There!’

Hob looked, just in time to see something, something he couldn’t describe. It was as if the darkness itself had taken form. Writhing shadows peeked out of the treeline, like a spreading stain. Hob could feel the malice from his high spot.

‘It’s some kind of demon,’ Billy spat, Hob blinked,

‘A demon? You’re sure?’

As in answer, something crashed through the forest, uprooting the trees, and roaring loud enough for the whole mountain to hear. Billy gasped beside him; Hob couldn’t take his eyes off the creature. It was massive, that much he could tell, with rust coloured skin, that continuously rippled. The sight made him sick.

Shaking off his stupor, he called down to his steed,

‘Run, Yakul! Run!’

The red elk didn’t listen, from where Hob stood, he could see the poor animal trembling. He couldn’t blame him, the monster charged towards him.

‘Yakul!’ he tried again, nothing, seeing no other option, he readied an arrow and shot it down, aiming for the wood beside Yakul’s head. The arrow embedded itself in the wood, startling Yakul out of his trance, he ran off, just as the monster reached the watchtower. Finding itself robbed of its meal, it spun in a slow circle, searching, sniffing at the air. This close, Hob got a closer look at the monster, its skin didn’t just ripple, it wriggled. It was as if the monster was made up of writhing, blood red worms. The worms stretched out, moving separately from the monster’s body, wrapped itself around the watchtower and pushed.

It tilted, creaking loudly as the wood gave way, the ground quickly came up to meet the men.

‘Hang on,’ Hob grabbed the old man and jumped, Billy cried out but Hob knew how to make his landing safe. He aimed his body for the brush, the amount of foliage there would be plenty to break their fall. Hob made sure to cushion Billy’s fall, even so, he wheezed as he sat up. Hob followed, trying to hide how winded he was. Another growl made him look up, the monster was just a tiny dot now, charging again. Panic surged through Hob.

‘It’s headed for the village!’ he exclaimed, he whistled for Yakul, and the pair chased after the monster,

‘Young Prince, wait! Be careful!’ Billy called after him, Hob didn’t turn around, even at the next thing he shouted,

‘That thing is cursed! Don’t touch it!’

Hob didn’t care, he’d tear the demon apart with his own hands if needed. He couldn’t risk any of his people getting hurt. He kept his eyes on the beast, urging Yakul to speed up. Its hulking mass shook the ground, he briefly wondered how Yakul didn’t trip. Hob came up to its side, keeping his distance from the red tendrils, still close enough to shout at it,

‘Please! Whatever you might be, god or demon, please! Calm your fury!’

The beast didn’t listen, it didn’t even slow. Hob tried again, he didn’t shoot yet, he couldn’t risk making it angrier. But then, something caught his eye, in the distance, he saw three small figures, his sister and her friends. The demon was charging towards them.

Panicking, Hob tried again, ‘Please, I beg you! Leave our village alone!’

Hob saw one of the girls fall, he begged her to get up,

‘Keep running please!’ he called out to him, she didn’t. She couldn’t get up, even when his sister tried helping.

‘Pick her up! Carry her back!’

Whether his words were lost on the wind, or his sister wanted to prove herself, he didn’t know. He watched as Roberta stood in front of her friends, her stance firm, like he taught her, and she pulled out her knife, staring at the beast head on. Eyes filled with determination.

‘No!’ Hob cried, he fired an arrow, aiming right where he thought the beast’s heart would be. It sunk into the writhing mass, like a toothpick in cotton, but the creature slowed, Hob cut it off, putting himself between it and the girls. He shouted over his shoulder,

‘Go! Get the wise woman!’

Fortunately, his sister listened, with the other girl, they were able to carry the injured girl back.

Hob’s arm suddenly felt strange. Something hot wrapped him, squeezing hard. Needles of fire stabbed his skin. He looked down, blood red tendrils wrapped around his arm, writhing and bubbling. Hob gritted his teeth, he couldn’t falter now, he had to protect the village. He readied another arrow; each movement sent another wave of pain through his arm. He fired, the arrow struck the demon in the head, disappearing into the writhing mass. The creature halted, it reared up on its back legs and roared. A mighty roar filled with anger and pain; it brought a tear to Hob’s eye. He had to put it out of his misery.

The tendrils around his arm writhed in time with the beast’s cries, trying to stop him. He tried not to look, feeling sick. The worms that made up the beast rippled like water, then receded, revealing parts of the poor creature within. It wasn’t a demon, not originally, a shiny beak emerged, that of a bird, and an emotionless, black eye, directed at him.

It was a raven god. Tainted by something evil. Its wings eaten away by the blood red curse, its feathers mottled and rotted.

Seeing an opening Hob fired another arrow, it hit the raven right in the eye, with another weak cry, it faltered, the worms shuddering like a dying breath. The raven fell, the ground trembled with shock. The worms reached out, towards him, trying to find another host no doubt. It aimed for Hob, moving too fast for him to move. He brought up his arms, a futile attempt to protect himself.

Nothing happened. He risked a glance, the bundle of worms paused in front of his face, no, not his face, his infected arm. The worms on his arm reached out, trying to re-join, but with the death of the god, it faltered. Their colour shifted, all the vibrant red wasted away, until it turned into bubbling tar. It spilled to the ground, lifeless. Once he was sure the battle was over, his adrenaline finally left him, replaced with dizzying exhaustion. He could no longer ignore the pain in his arm. Hob looked down, and gasped.

His sleeve was in tatters, eaten away by whatever those things were, and his skin, the spot where the worms grabbed him was inflamed. His forearm was bright red and itchy. His fingertips grazed the warm skin, the minor contact made him shudder. He hunched over, hiding his sounds of pain, but of course, his sister heard.

‘Hob!’ she came to his side, helping him down from Yakul, she reached out, as if to take his arm, but Hob stopped her,

‘Don’t!’

Even that small movement had his knees trembling, he fell to the soft earth, clutching his hurt arm,

‘It touched me,’ he told his sister, she came to his side, worry evident on her face. Being the older brother, he searched within for any energy left to reassure her,

‘Don’t worry,’ he even managed to plaster on his smile, ‘I’m sure the wise woman will have answers.’

She didn’t look fully convinced, thankfully, she kept silent, ripping up handfuls of dirt and pressing it to his bad arm. Hob sighed, the cold earth offering only minor relief. Footsteps came up behind him, followed by more,

‘The prince has been hurt!’ it was Billy, unharmed, his own face mirroring his Roberta’s, other members of the village reached them, men, women, children, all enquiring what happened. Hob kept his head down, focusing instead on his sister’s hand, trying desperately to soothe his pain. A memory suddenly came to him, unbidden. The pair of them, in their youth, when Roberta fell from a tree, slicing her leg, any other child would have broken into hysterics. Not his sister though. She simply looked at the wound, blinking fast, and controlling her breathing, before turning her head towards Hob, asking, ever so politely, to carry her home. Hob huffed out an amused laugh, gladly carrying her and calling her brave all the way home.

A shout brought him out of his reverie,

‘Where is the wise woman?!’ Billy again, he looked over the crowd and waved to somebody,

‘Lucienne!’

The crowd turned; a young woman rushed towards them. Wearing red robes, the sacred colour of their village,

‘Everybody back!’ she called out, the crowd followed her words, their respect for the woman apparent as they bowed when she passed. She stopped in front of Hob, not even out of breath, and crouched down, fixing her gold rimmed glasses, she frowned as she inspected his wound.

‘What do we do?’ Roberta asked, Lucienne turned to her, offering a quick, gentle smile,

‘Take this,’ she pulled out a waterskin, ‘Pour it over his wound, slowly,’

She nodded and did as she told. Hob wordlessly held up his arm, cringing when the water made contact. His skin sizzled. After Lucienne made sure Hob was taken care of, she straightened up, and made her way to the demon, still motionless. A guard warned her to stay back, Lucienne waved him off. She stood in front of the giant raven, bowing her head in respect. The air was tainted with a foul stench like rot and old meat, Lucienne kept her face neutral.

‘O nameless god of rage and hate,’ Lucienne started, her voice, strong and steady,

‘I bow before you.’ she raised her hands, palms out,

‘A mound will be raised and funeral rites performed on this ground where you have fallen.’ She glanced up, looking into the raven god’s open eye,

‘Please, pass on in peace and bear us no hatred.’

The village people listened, her words sending shivers up those who listened, it wasn’t just a question, it was a prayer. A prayer to a dying god. No doubt something it hadn’t received in generations. All they could do was wait and hope it would answer.

The raven god didn’t even blink, its beak twitched, opening the tiniest bit, then, a new voice, a woman’s voice. Just like the raven’s scream, it was filled with pain and anger.

‘Disgusting little creatures…soon all of you will feel my hate...’ as the god spoke, her words grew fainter, her beak shrinking with every passing second,

‘And you will suffer as I have suffered…’

And with that, she was gone. Her entire body rotting away, a year of decomposition happening within a few seconds. All that was left were bloodstained bones, sticking out of the ground like roots. The sludge that was once the god spread out in a puddle under the body, staining the ground black, like it had been burnt.

Like Hob’s arm.

The heavy silence that followed pressed down on them, like an executioner’s axe, ready to strike. It was only broken by the prince’s pained gasps, clutching again at his throbbing arm.

Later, in the dead of night, all the elders of the village had gathered in the wise woman’s hut. The blessing of the ground had taken the entire day, and even then, the people gave it a wide berth. The bones still lay there, a reminder of the injustice that happened. The poor raven god was benevolent, one of the few left who were, and it was killed by the humans that once worshipped her.

Hob knew all of this from Lucienne, the evidence was in her hands.

‘This was pulled from the god’s wing,’ she placed it on her table, it was metal, warped from hitting bone, just from a glance he could tell it was man made.

Lucienne sat up straighter, she looked the prince in his eyes, her own eyes held wisdom beyond her years, beyond their little village in fact.

‘My prince, are you prepared to hear your fate?’

Hob took a deep breath, ‘I am, the minute I let that arrow fly I was prepared for the consequences,’ it was true. No matter what happened to him, his people were safe.

Lucienne nodded, she glanced down at the metal ball, looking at it like it some foul insect.

‘The raven god came from the west, driven mad by the bullet embedded in its body, a poisonous hatred that consumed her body and soul, turning her into the demon that attacked us today.’ She looked up, catching Hob’s eyes again,

‘Prince Hob, please,’ she gestured to his bandaged arm, ‘Reveal your arm,’

Never blinking or looking away, Hob took his bandages off, at the sight of his wound, the elders gasped, horrified. Under the flickering light of the wise woman’s hearth, the discoloured skin mirrored the scarred earth. Questions began to be thrown at him, too many for him to answer. Lucienne raised her hand; silence fell once again.

‘I am afraid that same poison infects you now…’ she paused, something flickering in her eyes, when Hob tried, she would no longer meet his eyes,

‘Please, Lucienne, let me hear it,’ the anticipation was worse than the pain.

Lucienne took a deep breath, just one, and straightened up,

‘The infection will spread through you in the same way, your body and soul will be tainted, and…,’ she paused, just for a moment,

‘It will cause you great pain, and then, you will die.’

Hob gave a single nod, he already knew it, somehow. Even now, he could feel that same heat spreading through his body, winding, and twisting like the tendrils. His fate was sealed, it didn’t matter if he begged or rebelled, nothing could change it. That fact that he couldn’t change it left stirred the heat.

A voice spoke up, Billy, fighting for his behalf,

‘Surely there must be something that can be done, Prince Hob saved us,’

‘Do we just sit there and let him die?’

Lucienne never turned her gaze away from Hob, not even blinking at the old man’s questioning,

‘You cannot alter your fate, my prince,’ she lowered her voice, ‘Not anymore.’

‘But you can choose to meet it head on, if you so wish.’

Hob frowned slightly, not truly understanding,

‘How do you mean?’

Lucienne gestured once more to the metal ball,

‘This metal came from the West, that is where the god was injured, and that is where you may find your answers.’

‘You must travel there and see with eyes unclouded by hate. It there where you might find a way to lift your curse.’

Hob perked up, finally, something he could do. He could find his answers, even if he died, it would be worth it, just so he could understand why it happened. Right then and there, he made a solemn vow, he would not die in vain, he refused to let this happen to anyone else, god or human.

‘The journey will be treacherous, you must travel beyond the safety of the mountains and into war territory, if you pass through unscathed you may die either way,’

‘Do you understand?’

None of her words disheartened him, in fact, it filled him with a new kind of vigour, new land, new sights, new people. He would meet them all head on.

‘I do.’

Lucienne smiled sadly, she pushed forward a knife,

‘Then you know what you must do.’

Hob slowly nodded, trying not to let his disappointment show. He reached forward with his uninjured arm, grabbed the knife and his bun of hair. His elders watched in pity, even as his vision was obscured with severed strands of hair, he could see their deep frowns. That was worse than the loss of his hair. He passed the knife and his hair to the wise woman. He knew what was next, with the cutting of his hair, in the eyes of his people, he was officially dead. The thought hurt him more than the burning of his arm. Billy, his old mentor, shook his head, looking more lost than Hob had ever seen him,

‘It's been years since the king destroyed our tribe and drove the remnants of our people into the mountains.’

Hob didn’t need him to elaborate, everyone in the village knew their history. King Burgess had grown envious of their health and longevity and attacked with the sole intent on wiping them out. Lucienne was the last refugee, stumbling into their village all those years ago, bloodstained and refusing to talk about what happened.

Billy continued, ‘We have managed to survive here for all these years, but the blood of our tribe has grown thinner and weaker with each generation,’ he shook his head,

‘The king finally got his wish. Now our last prince must cut his hair and leave us, never to return?’

He hid his face in his hands, muffling his next words,

‘Sometimes I think the gods are laughing at us.’

‘Don’t say that, Billy, I’m sure the gods have it just as bad,’ Hob cracked a smile, Billy even managed a weak chuckle. Lucienne cleared her throat, he turned back to her, trying his best to look sheepish,

‘Our laws forbid us from watching you go or even saying our farewell,’ she swallowed, suddenly overcome with emotion,

‘Whatever happens now, you are dead to us. Farewell, prince Hob,’ and with that, she turned her head, the others followed suit, ignoring their prince as he made his way out of the hut. Hob was barely out the door when he heard two small words,

‘Good luck.’

He didn’t know who said it, and he wasn’t going to risk their being punished by asking, so he kept on walking. He made his way to the stable, finding Yakul, saddled and ready. When he approached, he bowed his head, nuzzling into Hob’s cheek. He buried his face in his short fur, just for a moment, breathing in the scent of his village and climbed up. He headed for the trees, passing over the burnt spot, his arm throbbing the entire time. He was about to enter the trees when he heard a voice call out to him, his sister, running as fast as her little legs could carry her.

‘Roberta!’ he quickly dismounted but made no move towards her, remembering the wise woman’s words,

‘What are you doing here? It’s forbidden to see me off,’

She didn’t answer at first, trying to get her breath back,

‘Do you think I care about that?’ before he could stop her, she threw her arms around him, wrapping him in the tightest hug he ever got,

‘I don’t want you to go,’ she whispered, near tears. His sister had never cried before, not when she was hurt, or when they buried their parents. To hear her so close now, it made his heart break.

‘Hey now, you know the law,’ he tried to be reassuring, even as the tears came to his eyes,

‘You’ll be alright, you’re the leader now,’ he pulled back, patting his sister’s head,

‘You’ll love bossing them about,’ he joked. He knew she would be a good leader, better than him. Roberta looked at him, the moonlight glinting on her tear-stained face,

‘I know you aren’t allowed to take anything, but please make an exception for this,’ she held something out, something shiny. It was a tiny dagger, crafted from what looked like crystal, when it caught the moonlight, Hob was startled to see stars glinting back at him. Roberta’s prized possession.

‘Roberta, you shouldn’t have,’ he tried pushing it away, but she forced it back into his hands,

‘Take it, please…so you’ll never forget me,’ she knuckled her eyes, turning away to compose herself. Hob smiled sadly, closing his fist around the dagger. Roberta found it in the forest one day, claiming it fell from the night sky. Hob didn’t believe it, until tonight. He looked down, seeing the stars reflected.

‘Oh, Roberta, how could I forget my brave, little sister?’ Then, breaking his own law, he hugged her back. Both were quiet, basking in the silence, any words would fail them now, catching in their throat, along with their tears. Then, she touched his shortened hair,

‘…Your hair looks stupid now,’

Hob laughed, hiding the sob built up in his throat, ‘Thank you,’

His sister looked at him, tearfully smiling,

‘Goodbye, Hob.’

He got back on Yakul, letting him nuzzle his sister one last time. He turned; darkness fell over him as he entered the forest. He didn’t want to look back, he couldn’t, he shouldn’t. But Hob was never one to listen to his brain, it was what his heart wanted. Risking a glance, he looked at his village for the last time, the tiny lights snuffing out as his people went to bed, safely thanks to him. What would they say when they discover him gone? He hoped they wouldn’t be hard on Lucienne; it wasn’t her fault. He also saw his sister, watching him go, and waving frantically. Hob waved back, even when both her and the village were long gone. Hob sighed; the sound heavy in the dark forest. He urged Yakul to go, if he lingered any longer he might never be able to leave. Stuck between the past and the uncertain future, that was no way to live. No matter what may come Hob would meet it head on, with the same bravery as his little sister.

And with that, the prince was gone, into the unknown.

#the sandman #studio ghibli au #princess mononoke #au #the sandman fanfic #fanfic crossover #dreamling #dream x hob

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darkcrowprincess · 2 years

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My thoughts:

dasey as ghibli movie!

Dasey would be perfect for Howls moving castle

Derek as Howl and Casey as Sophie would be perfect. They so fit the personalities of them.

#my thoughts #movies #studio ghibli #howls moving castle #studio ghibli au #howls moving castle au #life with derek #dasey #derek x casey #derek venturi #casey mcdonald

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kunikidas-lost-glasses · 2 years

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More (character-) informations about my studio ghibli soukoku AU pt.1

Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma and Shibusawa

Tws: Dazai typical mentions of depression, mentioned character death

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General information:

The whole story takes place in a small town like the town in "Kiki's Delivery Service" with port on sea

Chuuya and Dazai are like 19 or 20 and Fyodor, Nikolai and Shibusawa are 24. Sigma is 23. The four of them just got married early in thier life but they aren't much older than Chuuya and Dazai

Just like in Kiki's Delivery Service, modern phones and social media aren't a thing

Thier mental health isn't as fucked up as in canon

There aren't much heavy themes because I try to keep the Kiki vibe but I can't take all the angst out of bsd characters. Especially not out of Dazai

Dazai:

Dazai is the son of one of the richest fishermen in the town but his father only really cares for Elise and sees Dazai as some kind of family disappointment

Dazai has two little siblings. Elise and Yumeno

When he was younger he was out in the town more often, meeting up with his best friends Fyodor, Nikolai, Shibusawa and Ranpo and with his father figure and teacher Oda but after Oda died in a accident he became severely depressed and stopped going outside

He just stays in his room all day, sketches pictures, lies in his bed, reads and writes all day which isn't really helping with his depression and his constant boredom

He never worked at his father's business or worked somewhere in general which is why his father now started to pressure him into finding a job

Dazai is too intelligent for his own good

He befriended Fyodor and Nikolai when the three of them were still teens after the two seemingly spawned in the town over night out of nowhere, hungry, in shaggy clothes and barley speaking any japanese

Dazai though they seemed interesting and managed to befriend them after Fyodor pressed his dagger against his throat out of fear the stranger would want to rob them or hurt Nikolai or him

Now they are best friends and Nikolai won't hesitate to come to Dazai's home without invitation, kick down the door to his room and see how he's doing when they haven't heard something from Dazai since a while

Dazai would live for Chuuya

Chuuya:

Chuuya is the little brother of Paul Verlaine, the keeper of the small bakery which is loved by the most people who live in town

He works in the bakery too

He is half french and half japanese and can speak both languages fluently

He is very hot headed and has, just like his brother, a short temper and is very stubborn

Because both have such a short temper (Chuuya's is shorter than Verlaine's and while Verlaine deals with it in a quiet way Chuuya just yells at whoever made him pissed) because both are so stubborn and because Verlaine is very overprotective of Chuuya, they fight often

Chuuya is mentally but also physically very strong. The latter can come in handy when he has to carry the big flour bags or the huge baking tins full of bread

He has thousands of freckles in his face and all over his body aswell wild wavy red hair

He's really short but he will kick everyone who says something about his height

He loves his brother and Arthur dearly

He can be seen humming old french songs while working

He met his best friends when they all were young teens and they called themselves "The flags".

His other best friend is Koyou. She is a bit more like a older sister for him but he loves to chat with her. She always gives him advice

He can't remember who is father was since Verlaine ran away with him from thier home when he was very young. He just rememberes that the man had been hurting them and yelled at them often

Fyodor:

Fyodor came to the town together with Nikolai when they were teens

He fled from his home in Russia to the ukraine where he met Nikolai and eventually the two of them traveled to Japan with a ship as stowaways

Fyodor's intelligence helped them to get a small house, food and money and after they fully learned Japanese they got themselves jobs

By now they live in a big house, have jobs are married to Sigma and Shibusawa

Fyodor is just like Dazai way to intelligent and sufferes from frequent horrible boredom

He works at the local library

Many people and kids are a bit scared of the skinny and pale, kind of creepy looking Russian guy with dark eye circles, tired yet knowing eyes, jet black hair and who seems to know everything about everyone but in truth he isn't scary or evil at all

He owns more books than any other person in the town. Even more than Dazai

He has a very thick Russian accent and sometimes he is a bit hard to understand

He is kind of amused by the scary stories which the kids made about him

He is very caring and loving with his husbands

He sometimes teases Dazai for being single even tho he lived in this town all his life

He is best friends with Dazai though and loves to talk with him about chess, philosophy or just anything deeper

He has troubles sleeping

He only rarley goes outside and only rarley goes to the bakery but the first time where he did it, Chuuya was kind of scared of him since he entered the bakery very early one morning in fall when it was still dark outside and he just looked creepy to him

They get a bit along by now

He somehow loves rats a lot and holds a deep affection for them

He has no idea how he managed to pull his husbands but he is glad he did

Nikolai:

Nikolai works at the local theatre and sometimes works as a professional clown

He is blind on one eye because it got injured very badly from some guys on the streets in the ukraine but he still manages to perform breathtaking tricks and stunts on stage

He only rarley is seen with a cane

He literally belongs on the stage and into the entertainment buisness. He is the best actor of the whole town and is so passionate about his jobs

He is best friends with Dazai because he is just chaotic as him

They did stupid shit together as teens and even now they love to pull pranks on Nikolai's husbands and to talk shit about people

Nikolai is chaotic yet elegant

He is very good with kids and people in general

He is very cheerful, affectionate and energetic

He often visits his husbands at work and tackle hugs them

When he visits the bakery he first orders the favorite pastries of his husbands before ordering so much sweet stuff that Chuuya is sometimes worried about his health

Fyodor, Shibusawa and Sigma never missed a play in which he was acting

He loves to watch the birds in general and the seagulls on the port

Sigma:

Sigma works at the local gambling hall

He is very beautiful and very kind and friendly

People love to chat with him on the weekend market and he also enjoys it most of the time

He radiates a comforting and caring vibe somehow

A lot people have been in love with him already, men and women, but he always kindly rejected the people who confessed to him and was incredibly careful not to hurt thier feelings more than he already did

A lot people where hella confused and surprised when he married Nikolai, Fyodor and Shibusawa

They don't know how they made him fall in love with them themselves

He is amazing at playing cards, gambling and poker

He gets along with Chuuya pretty well

He hates Dazai ever since the latter embarrassed him in front of a lot of people with dancing with him against his will purely to annyoy him on a summer evening festival

He simply ignores him now or huffs and turns his head away from Dazai before going away now when Dazai tries to talk to him

He cares for his husband, friends and customers greatly and feels thier emotions often like his own

He sufferes from panic attacks and anxiety

Shibusawa:

He is the Tailor of a small boutique which is cherished by many people of the town and he is also known outside of the town for his skill, his clothes' quality and his designs

Dazai geniuly likes going there because Shibusawa is not only a skilled tailor but like Dazai also very intellegent and is bored often so they understand each other really well and whenever Dazai is there they talk about the most obscure things while Shibusawa does his work or measures Dazai

Shibusawa cares greatly about his physical appearance

His skin looks like the skin of a porcelain doll

He often makes clothes for his husbands and sometimes he makes some for Dazai for free too or for a lower price

He is a old friend of Dazai

He was the first person after Dazai who got to know Fyodor and Nikolai and he fell hard

He often makes Sigma new beautiful suits and jewelry which he can wear at the casino's special days

He is well mannered and very calm but sometimes he is so calm that it can seem creepy

He loves shiny things, dragons and jewelry

He is the one of the household who fixes holes in thier clothes or stains and he often scolds Nikolai for getting his white costume all dirty again

He thought Fyodor and Nikolai some Japanese too after they met

He is kind of rich due to his job but he doesn't brag about it and lives in a normal house with normal clothes and normal job. He doesn't want to be famous and live in a expensive house. He just wants to live here with his husbands and work in his small but fancy/classy boutique

Dazai though he was hallucinating when Shibusawa told him that he would marry Fyodor, Nikolai and Sigma

He often goes to the opera/orchestra with his husbands but mainly with Fyodor since the latter enjoys it very much

He actually likes the bakery a lot and knows Paul a bit more personally somehow

Probably because he also made clothes for him and Arthur too

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