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Conquistador AU
Javier explains to Otektay (Charles' Indian name in this au) how he got his scar on his neck. They do not know each other's languages, so they communicate with gestures and facial expressions. When Javier lived in Spain, he was caught kissing a man and people tried to execute him by throwing a rope around his neck and tying him to a horse. But Javier managed to escape and fled the town
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From the first "Conquistador" Captain to the final Pirate Captain. Also, I have come to the conclusion pre 17th century clothing looks dumb af
Was at least easier to give him a triangular silhouette with earlier clothing styles
#gravity falls#human bill cipher#bill cipher#pirate au#my art#since last chapter was the Bill backstory chapter and he's been at it since the 1500s his look would have had to change#also just to be perfectly clear conquistadors fucking sucked#that's the point#they were already violent thugs. making them help him murder and steal his way across the world was convenient
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US diplomat: "Okay, so you bought some of Alaska's land from Russia, okay, okay. But...your people live on the other side of the world, and, let's be real here, we're too racist to respect you as equals. Why should we honour your deal with the Russian Empire when we can just...waltz in and annex your little home away from home?"
Tsalal Alaskan colonist leader: "Good question! Do you see this missile, this one right here, bigger than a train? Its warhead is filled with several tons of fuel-air explosives. Now, I'm not saying that we have a dozen of these things stocked on ships ready to fire at any given moment and a bunch of fanatical suicide pilots ready to fly them ludicrous distances into your nearest population centers...
"But I'm not not saying that."
#and so the alaskan enclave hangs around until maybe. 1930 ish.#writing#the entire north sphere has collapsed by 1940 due to extreme logistics issues hostile neighbours and a closing of the tech gap#at its height it encompasses a piece of alaska (peaceful)#western Ireland (hahaha not peaceful)#iceland greenland a scrap of siberia parts of west africa and some islands#but it only spans all those areas for a couple of years and in the end most of them get ethnically cleansed#still its fun to give the western world a taste of that conquistador medicine for a little while#along with some lingering cultural trauma#alaska is the beginning of the end and also results in the russian tsars coming off life support and the birth of an alt-soviet style state#they don't get scotland in this au and they certainly don't have northern holdings by the 21st century
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amor ; namor.
pairing ; namor x mutant!gn!reader
synopsis ; we know what it’s like to be punished for love.
words ; 1.1k
themes ; angst, fluff, mutant au, married au
warnings / includes ; no black panther: wakanda forever spoilers, reader is a mutant and can transform into a creature known as the mishipeshu, brief mentions of a conquistador and mutant bigotry, you and namor bicker like an old married couple <3
part two. main masterlist.
The feathered serpent god—K’uk’ulkan. Leader, savior, ruler.
That’s what your people called him. But not you.
“Mi amor,” you called out, a small crease of worry divoting between your brows. You rose from the waters and into the expansive cave, glowing a faint green from the bioluminescent sea lanterns, striding up to your husband. “You have yet to eat today. I’m worried about you.”
He glanced towards you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His arms extended to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and roping you closer. “I’m sorry—I’ll be down shortly. There’s just a lot on my mind right now.”
Humming in response, you placed a soft kiss to his cheek, then another to the side of his nose. A satisfied rumble thundered within his chest. With his free hand, he gestured to the rocky wall you were facing.
You tilted your head upwards, observing his handiwork. It was a grand mural, painted with bright coral pigments and sponge-tipped brushes. Every stroke held a thousand memories, every color a symbolic tale. It was no wonder Namor spent hours upon hours here.
“That’s me,” you whispered, stepping closer to the wall. It wasn’t you in your human form—it was an intricate drawing of Mishipeshu, as the land-dwellers called you when you transformed. There were about a couple dozen humans with spears pointed towards the creature. A lump formed in your throat. You could feel a tar-like darkness stain your insides at the memory. The surface-people were once your friends, but that was a lifetime ago.
“It was the day we met,” Namor susurrated, vibranium jewelry jingling as he strode towards the other side of the cave, where another painting resided. “When I found out you were not like the other Talokans—a mutant, like me.”
“That was not a pleasant memory. The humans I once trusted, betrayed me. They were hurting me and I… I thought you were going to do the same. I nearly killed you,” you sighed wistfully.
At that, Namor whirled around, arching a brow as he stalked back to you. “If I remember correctly, I almost killed you.” He leaned closer with a smug look etched over his features, only mirroring your steps every time you shuffled back.
“I am nearly sure I was winning that fight.”
His low chuckle reverberated through the cave. “I beg to differ.”
“I broke your arm!”
“I cut your tail off.”
“And then I married you not long after,” you gruffed with a scowl, gently shoving his face away when he backed you into a corner. “Besides, my tail grew back a month later—no thanks to you.”
“And who was the one that proposed marriage?” Namor leered, grabbing your wrists to keep you from swatting him.
A low growl caught in your throat. “You are insufferable, my love.”
He barked out a laugh. “As are you, mi vida.”
Then, he kissed you. It was a kiss of contrasts—his cold jewelry pressing flush against your sweltering skin, and his lips rough as his nose softly slotted against yours. The silence was loud, nearly deafening, only thickening as he crowded you against the wall, the damp stone scratching almost painfully against the bare skin of your back. But you didn’t care.
“Amor,” you croaked, when his lips left yours, trailing down your jaw, to your quivering throat, to your heaving cleavage. He hummed in question, wordlessly asking you what was on your mind. “Why me? Why did you choose to save me?”
“Because I saw myself in you,” he replied easily, letting go of your wrists so he could press a frigid palm flat over your sternum. He could feel the frantic thumping over your heart pulse, only seeming to quicken the longer he stared at you. “Because you’re the only one that can truly understand me.”
“Because we’re mutants?”
Namor regarded you silently, before dipping his head to kiss you, much slower this time. When he pulled away, he whispered, “Because we know what it’s like to be punished for love.”
You studied him with wide eyes—the emerald luminescence cast arching shadows over his face, and for a moment you understood just why everybody called him a god. He certainly looked like one.
But your love was not a god. He was a man—a man that lived through repeated nightmare after nightmare. A man who’d seen too much for a single lifetime. A man left with a legacy that he never asked for.
A man with mutant powers—like yours.
Did that make you a god?
To the surface-dwellers, that made you a monster.
“I love you,” he muttered into you, lifting his head to meet your eyes steadily. They were narrowed, dark and observant, as if searching you for any sign of regret. He uttered those words very sparsely, usually in the dead of night when you were already sound asleep, or when one of you had to leave Talokan for a long period of time.
The land-roamers called him Namor, a man without love—but he had so much to give to you. The love he harbored for you laid heavy and stagnant within his chest, clinging to every bone of his ribcage, to every pump of his heart. It was tricky and unfamiliar to deal with at first—because the only time he’d ever loved someone this much was for his mother. He was not talented in the art of love, that was certain.
He was never one to be insecure. But with a name such as Namor so deeply ingrained into his being, he could only wonder if that was perhaps true. A Spanish conquistador used his dying breath to call him devil-born, undeserving of love.
Was there truth to his words? Did he have your love in return? And if he did, would he deserve such love?
“You think so loudly,” you said, tilting your head. You kissed the corner of his mouth. Once, twice, thrice. He would do anything for a fourth. “I love you, amor. It’s like you said before—I was the one that wanted to marry you, remember?”
Your husband huffed, smiling fondly at the memory. “Mmh, very adamant about it, as well—”
“It’d be wise if you didn’t finish that thought, K’uk’ulkan.”
Playfully, he narrowed his eyes. “You’ll have to make me, Mishipeshu.”
You surged forward and slanted your lips against his once more, and Namor reciprocated with an equally passionate vigor.
Yes, he thought, as your muffled laughter rang through the cave whilst you kissed him, throwing your arms over his neck, he had your love. And he most definitely deserved it, too.
#namor x reader#namor fanfiction#namor fanfic#marvel fanfiction#namor imagine#namor drabble#namor angst#namor fluff#namor x you#black panther fanfiction
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"The love story between Olrox and Mizrak is rushed"
No, yall are just wildly impatient. They weren't even in love for fuck sake.
Enemies to lovers doesn't happen over night,
and no,
just cuz you fuck someone doesn't mean you love them-- we're not children here, no matter what domestic fluff coffeeshop AUs you're into, it should be fairly obvious that Mizrak has problems with his identity and faith conflictong with one another, making EXTREMELY hypocritical judgements that are literally called out WITHIN THE STORY.
He's nowhere even remotely NEAR ready for a relationship with a species he literally thinks is SOULLESS and incapable of caring for another human being. Yet, "their love story is rushed!!"
Not to mention the potentiality of a Christian man calling an indigenous person "an animal" is an unsavory reminder of what the conquistadors used to call his people during their violent settlements.
And then, with Olrox, he's going to need to BELIEVE again, after putting faith in something that was immediately killed.
He's seen hopes, dreams and empires, rise and fall, over and over again. He's afraid of taking risks, and that's HIS character arc this season.
Loving Mizrak IS a risk. That's why he's stopping himself.
It's called a slowburn, people; this is only the tip of the iceberg.
#Sooooo fucking sick of this complaint#yall never heard of FUCKING before??#NO it's not your taylor swift love story yet ya dumbasses PAY 👏🏾ATTENTION 👏🏾TO THE👏🏾STORY!👏🏾#Olrox#castlevania: nocturne#Mizrak#olrox/mizrak
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The Old Guard x One piece AU got my brain going brrr and i'm gonna make it your problem now. Center of the matter is I want Zoro and Sanji to meet kind of like Nicki and Joe did (discovering their immortality by fighting on opposite sides and killing each other over and over and then becoming eternal lovers) so I went and did some research for the entire Straw hat crew. Main thing is I wanted to link them to historical events that will give them the right motivations and backgrounds! so here we GOOO
Sanji and Zoro: Because Japan has an isolationist past, the only battle I could find that would work is the Cagayan battles of 1582 in Jakarta between Spanish-Philippine forces vs Japanese pirates (a.k.a Wokou, which are basically pirate ronin)
Sanji would thus be a reluctant "Rodelero" sent to South East Asia by his noble family (jokes on them he loves being in the middle of the spice trade and he hates being part of a noble family funding the conquistadores) who one day finds himself fighting a mysterious Wokou samurai Zoro. They're partly isolated from their respective camps when they first kill each other, and again, and again, until they realise they should by all means be dead but they keep healing. After a couple decades of -against all odds- running into each other everywhere, they reluctantly decide to try and figure out what the heck's happened to them together- struggling to communicate at first, then learning each others' language over the following decade, then falling in love and becoming inseparable. This makes Zoro and Sanji both over 400 years old, and they are the same age. Zoro learns about so many sword techniques and Sanji about different cuisines/ leg-centric fighting styles during this time.
all the other straw hats and their historical periods under the cut!
Robin as an Egyptian scholar who died during the burning of the Library of Alexandria in 48 BC/ was killed for researching something forbidden during the declining years of the Roman Period (early 200s) and found out she was immortal this way, making her around 2 millennia old. She spends her time recording history and traveling the world and encountering new cultures. Her long time enemy is religious obscurantism, and the Catholic church spends a lot of resources trying to kill her. (they have conspiracy boards about this immortal witch in the Vatican)
Brook: so ancient he doesn't remember much, other that he came from Kerma culture (2500 BC), loved music, and that his entire village had died from an illness, but he came back. His memory isn't great but if there's one thing he's loved in his Millennia of existence is discovering and learning how to play all the instruments that he could find. He mostly hangs in Vienna nowadays as a music teacher.
Jinbei is a Samoan chieftain from around 1000 BC who one day died during a battle with a Fijian chieftain. When he came back from death he assumed Tagaloa chose him. He loves navigating, sailing, exploring and going on voyages with his people. In more recent times (post european contact) he was forced to ally with the US Navy to protect his people.
Nami: Irish lass from around 800 who's coastal, tiny village was about to be raided by Vikings from Sweden. She made a deal with their chieftain Arlong to go with them and map out the British isles for them to help their raids be more effective and targeted, in exchange for not killing people in her village, and that she would make back the plunder they did not get from this town for them. She started to join their raids to try and make this money, but she died in battle. She came back and they believed her to be some kind of Valkyrie or Einherjer brought back to midgard. She took over the raider's leadership- also Norsemen always had women handle money, which works great here. During her time as an immortal she travels, seeks treasure, double crosses people etc.
Usopp a young double agent/CIA spy from the Cold War who died on a mission. He tragically could not return to his love Kaya because he was afraid of putting her in danger by revealing he was alive to the spies that killed him. He relocates and starts anew constantly, his entire life a web of lies. He's a great marksman/sniper.
Chopper died young of the Bubonic plague in medieval Europe. He resuscitated, tragically his father is infected as well and he's unable to save him- motivating him to get to the bottom of this disease, he decides to become a doctor. Looking like a 15 year old for centuries doesn't make this task easy and he has to hide a lot.
Franky is an American veteran of WWI who was heavily disfigured first, and died later (which is why he's not fully healed and needs prosthetics). He's heavily anti-government from having been sent to fight in such a meaningless war that sacrificed young men like cannon fodder. He learned to fix himself up and make prosthetics and masks for veterans, got into making tech stuff
Luffy is a modern, 21st century 20 something year old from Brazil's favelas. He dies in a gun violence incident (maybe linked to a drug war/gang war where he's been trying to protect his neighbourhood) and comes back, experiencing visions of others like him. He's resolute to find them and make a crew, thinking that with all of them together, maybe they can help liberate the world from opressors and inequality
#it's one am#but i couldnt stop#did all the research i could to match each straw hat with a nice historic period#one piece au#zosan au#zosan fic idea#one piece fic idea#zoro x sanji#i just want the star crossed immortal lovers with lots of lore and cool adventures as#new immortal luffy just goes around collecting these people who have no idea there's others like them#and them going around liberating people#like the scariest undying ten people army that they are#the old guard one piece au#the old guard au#immortal straw hats#straw hat crew#zosan
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San Angel High School Exchange Group!
For the Lunaverse AU
I'm still figuring out how can I adapt the stories to a modern setting, since Maya and the Three and The Book of Life happen on two (mexican inspired) different ages: The Prehispanic Era (or something similar since we see dead Conquistador's on Mictlan's army) and the Post-Revolutionary Era (1920 - 1930). So here are some of my ideas:
San Angel would be in Puebla, which is a state close to the capital of Mexico. Even though the original San Angel is structured to be close to what Mexico City looked like once, Teca is a much more faithful portrait of such thing.
Given this info, they'll be atending San Angel High School as seniors. The three of them are 18 years old, so this year at Arcadia will be their last year before going to college.
Their story together doesn't change much. They're childhood friends, Maria then is sent to study aboard and they reunite at High School, where fantastical shenaenigans ensue, as well as some teenage romance drama.
By "Fantastical Shenaenigans" I mean: Chacal and the Bandits are a gang feared in San Angel because it is said they have (or had) a deal with the Divine Death (Santa Muerte) dus, giving them habilities and strength beyond any other gang. The School becomes the battleground for the final fight, instead of the church, and because of San Angel's victory, Xibalba and La Muerte allowed the spirits of everyone's loved ones to walk around town in the Day of the Dead. Obviously, this whole ordeal got documented on the news, reaching Uhl and, eventually, Strickler.
The truth about Chacal's gang is pretty much like the movie portrays it: Chacal once had a deal with Xibalba, who gave him the Medal of Everlasting Life. Chacal abused this power until he faced Captain Mondragon of the San Angel Revolutionary Front (Mexico's police rarely fights against Gangs) when he lost the Medal but took down most of the Front, only leaving some cowards and General Posada, the leader of the Front, alive. Of couse, the power of Chacal's army was too much to deny, so it instilled fear in the town, that's why nobody offered themselves to the Front.
Joaquin was taken under the wing of the Nuns of San Angel until General Posada adopts him. (Mind you, the nuns here in Mexico are known not only for their Eggnog, but depending on the region, they make cookies and other sweet treats, so I'm a 100% sure Joaquin knows how to cook and he's a traditional pastry chef in his free time. FIGHT ME! JIM AND HIM WOULD BE COOKING WHILE THE BOYS REHEARSE AND THE GIRLS SPARR!)
La Muerte and Xibalba are the principal and vice-principal of San Angel High School, and due to the magical situation the kids have experienced, they made a deal with Strickler at Arcadia Oaks for them both, as well as Teca Institute, to have a year long exchange each year. The purpose of this exchange is so the teens have more people to relate to when they speak of supernatural phemomenons, and given these three schools went through the ringer, sealing the deal was fairly easy.
So...what do you think?
FOR MORE LUNAVERSE, CHECK:
What started it all...
Excheangable Roles depending on the song.
Teca Institute's Exchange Group
Mystical Principals
#fanart#art#digital#dreamworks#netflix#tales of arcadia#fandoms: the book of life#book of life#the book of life#joaquin mondragon#manolo sanchez#maria posada#LunaverseAU
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My brain is running with Kermit flail in 17 different directions and so list
FIC: finished
Kay Nicté: Nashuri AU, no powers, porn with plot & feels & family dynamics; Shuri doesn't want to go to a resort on spring break; she has way too much critical, life-or-death work to do in the lab. Ch'ah Toh doesn't want to go back home to his cousin's resort on spring break; he has way too much respect for his culture to sell it out to tourists. One mezcal tasting flight later, they can't seem to keep their hands off each other. Or any of their other body parts either.
<5000 words
The Pearl That I Carry in My Heart: Nashuri, Attoye, big damn post-canon fic, world building. The Elder's brows furrowed. "Am I understanding you correctly, Princess? That your suggestion for strengthening our alliance is arranged marriages between our available tribal leaders and theirs?"
Shuri smiled, a forced twisted thing. "Not quite, Elder. My suggestion for strengthening this alliance is an arranged marriage between K’uk’ulkan and me."
>100,000 words
FIC: in progress
Beautifully Created: Attoye, canon divergence AU, kidfic, world building, what do you call it when you start with smut and end with smut but the whole wide middle is angst and politics? Wakanda already knew about Talokan when Namor made his ultimatum thanks to information from Okoye. Attuma would like to know how she got that information and why the queen & princess seem to hate his guts when he's never met them before. 50% finished --read on ao3--
Kiss Me by the Fence Rails: Nashuri, AU modern day. Shuri is a brilliant engineer who just Does Not Get dating. She wants to get better at it and at sex in order to finally shoot her shot with her high school crush. She asks Namor, an equally brilliant architect, to help her out with all of that. He's her brother's business partner so he won't try anything shady, he's dated lots, and deep inside under that cranky exterior he's a good guy. Simple and easy, right? <5% finished --read on ao3--
FIC: planned (in no particular order)
When It Rains, Leave Me Alone: Attoye, companion piece to The Pearl, angst with eventual HEA but first make them hurt: Okoye, daughter of the Border, former general of the Dora Milaje, Midnight Angel, Head of Security of the Kingdom of Wakanda. She has reached the highest heights as well as the lowest lows possible in her career. W'Kabi, who she had once thought of as the other half of her heart, has chosen exile over their marriage and admission of treason. Her undeniable attraction to General Attuma could add further fractures in the already tenuous Talokan-Wakanda summit. All the while, she also needs to protect Wakanda's people, especially Princess Shuri, who seems to be determined to break her own heart.
Transcendence to Endure: Nashuri, prequel within a sequel to The Pearl, mildly angsty babyfic for all, history of Talokan world building, TW: pregnancy/delivery trauma. Péepen Xail Almehen of Xel-há and Yzniquanto of the Iréchikwa Tzintzuntzani navigate a world slowly burning from the invasion of the Conquistadores. Shuri kaRamonda, Black Panther of Wakanda, and Ch'ah Toh Almehen, K'uk'ulkan of Talokan, navigate eleven years of marriage.
Wholly, Thoroughly, Completely, Drowning: Nashuri, Attoye, AU Canon divergence. Talokan & Wakanda have always known about each other. When T'Challa got sick, Shuri asks for Namor's help. In return, he wants her to stay in Talokan for a year and help undo the damage he perceives T'Challa made when he opened up Wakanda.
Para Siempre: Attoye, AU modern day, no powers. Megapop star, Okoye, is burnt out from back to back to back touring plus a very public divorce from hip-hop star, W'Kabi. One of her longtime security personnel, Attuma, suggests decompressing at his family's little hotel-resort in the Yucatan during the off-season. Please stop, I don't have time for all this help
Untitled Bridgerton-style Black Panther AU: Attoye, Nashuri, AU no-colonisation alternate history, alternate powers. In an alternate history 1800-ish, Princess Shuri of Wakanda, of the Transafrican Alliance travels to Talokan of the League of the Mayapan in order to cement their alliance against the European powers encroaching on both their lands. For protection, she and some of her entourage disguise themselves as shipmates and servants while General Okoye and some of the kingsguards dress as tribal leaders. K'uk'ulkan, halach uinik of Talokan and de facto leader of the League, asks his highest ranking nobles to look for possible spouses among the visiting Wakandans to tie their kingdoms by blood as well as treaty. Lord Attuma, nacom and favoured cousin of the K'uk'ulkan, agrees to court Princess Shuri. But the woman he escorts off the pier is not the princess. And the real princess has her own agenda on this diplomatic visit that promises to wreck all the Feathered Serpent's plans.
Untitled Single Dad Namor + Dr Shuri: based on a fanart by @milkfromcats, Nashuri, AU X-Men style mutants, TW: refugee experience. Namor has lost almost everything in Mutant Purges and the trek to get safely to Wakanda. The most important thing in his life now is taking care of his sisters' children, Namora and Attuma. But he has no idea what to do with kids, nevermind traumatised orphans. Shuri is a brilliant doctor and privileged to have the funds to volunteer her time with the influx of newcomers to Wakanda. Every one of them is wonderful but she has a soft spot for Attuma and Namora, who often visit with lopsided braids and sugar-stained tops, tugging their exhausted father along. His love for them tempers the tragedy etched in his face and she can't stop wanting to ease his exhaustion.
Untitled Sequel to Beautifully Created: But I can't explain it yet because spoiler
Untitled Nakia Time Travel Fic: At the moment Talokan overwhelms the Sea Leopard, with the outcome of the battle between Shuri and Namor to be determined, Nakia finds herself thrown overboard. But instead of drowning, she wakes up several weeks in the past, to the morning Queen Ramonda asks her to find her only living child, kidnapped by an unknown hostile force.
Untitled Bucky/Sarah: Something Something feral WinterBucky finds Sarah somewhere between CATWS and Civil War.
NONFIC
School: stop writing, idiot, it's finals
Scholarship/bursary applications: n/a for now
Garden: n/a plants are asleep
Work: streamline lab manual
#nashuri#attoye#black panther wakanda forever#shuri x namor#okoye x attuma#namor x shuri#attuma x okoye#Talokan#fan fiction#when we stress we make lists
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(Doll divine traces and the sunset one by me, blue shirt Razili and Bruno by @optimistic-violinist, Razili headshot and Razili and Bruno by @lvnamuraart)
Meet My and @optimistic-violinist 's Encanto OC, Razili Edel from Take Back the Kingdom (sort of)
Full Name: Razili Edel
Age: 37
Height: 5'2"
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Nearly black/ dark brown
Occupation: Pirate/Witch/Former Queen
Languages: Yiddish (first language), German, Hebrew, English, Spanish, French, Greek
Voice (and face) claim: Ofra Haza
Appearance: Light brown skin. She has long curly hair that she likes to wear down when practical. It’s usually not practical. She frequently wears it in either a single braid or a high ponytail with some sort of bandana. There is a scar on the bridge of her nose as well as one on her left eyebrow. Goes back and forth between skirts and loose fitting trousers and wears light colored long sleeved shirts with gathered cuffs and her stays on top. Her stays are nice enough she doesn’t usually bother with a third layer outside of her extremely recognizable purple pirate coat.
Relationship to canon: Bruno’s wife in our fantasy kingdom AU. It’s… complicated. Long story short, Bruno is immortal and is waiting for the kids to show up in the future, he doesn’t know when he sent them and 200 years in (including 150 years of fighting the conquistadors), he is very Not Okay™ and in serious danger of succumbing to his pretty much constant suicidal thoughts when he meets her.
General: Razili is at her heart a kind and nurturing person. However, she is also fiercely protective of the innocent/downtrodden and does not shy away from taking lives when she deems it necessary. She has lived through a lot of heartache but she doesn’t let it make her bitter. (In our AU magic comes from heartache but it’s only usable as magic if the person can be at peace with/accept the heartache. Razili is the one that taught Bruno this and helped him reconnect with his magic after being cut off from it for 200 years.) Due to her backstory and emotionally healthy outlook on life Razili is an incredibly powerful witch.
History: Razili is the youngest daughter of the king and queen of מקלט בטוח (Safe Haven (according to google, if anyone knows better please correct us) Like the Encanto, Safe Haven is a hidden magical kingdom. It’s an island in the Mediterranean that was founded by Jews from Germany fleeing the First Crusade (1096-1099) by the time Razili was born they had lost a decent amount of the traditions of their ancestors. One of the things she did after leaving Safe Haven was reconnect with her Jewish heritage and faith.
When Razili was 25 she was the one member of the family (She had at least 2 brothers, we haven’t really fleshed her family out that much) to stay behind in case tragedy struck, which it did on that fateful trip, making her the next queen. She nearly married the son of one of her advisors but a week before their wedding she discovered that he and his father had been the masterminds behind her family’s deaths. Razili killed them both but as he was dying the son cursed Razili to freeze to the brink of death once a year for the rest of her life.
She ruled alone for a few years before picking a successor and leaving to travel the world. In 1698 on her first visit to the Caribbean she gets caught by witch hunters who are rounding up magic users to sell into slavery. This is where she meets Bruno who had also been caught. They go through a series of odd events together and end up as pirate co-captains. After the events of a fic we will eventually publish that includes a whole lot of character growth for Bruno, tracking down the witch hunters, angst, pining, UST, and a whole lot of denial on Bruno’s part, they get married.
There is sooooo much more to her that we are excited to eventually share. As for now Razili appears in the magic lesson chapter of Take Back the Kingdom, this valentine's day oneshot, and one of my entries for Encantober day 4: Cold
@encanto-extended-edition thank you for putting this event together!
#encanto oc appreciation#encanto oc event#Razili#TBTK#For some reason tumblr isn't letting me type question marks#it's very frustrating#encanto oc#bruno x oc
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Would you call me crazy if I told you that I thought Claude von Riegan was Mexican coded? I know he's supposed to be Middle Eastern representation but the whole situation between Almyra and Fodlan (with Fodlan's Locket and everything) made me think of the whole border issue between the US and Mexico and my brain just went from there.
Hi friend, can I introduce you to the world wide latina belt? Claude is totally an honorary Latina mami~:) Where is my modern au of Petra, Shamir and Claude eating tacos al pastor while jamming to Shakira's (Colombian and Arab) diss track of Pique(conquistador)?
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sketches for my partner's AU with conquistador Astarion and mayan priest Dark Urge
#baldur's gate 3#bg3#bg3 durge#the dark urge#astarion ancunin#astarion x durge#maya#conquista#digital sketch#oc: ser'iss
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So since @stjohnstarling himself egged me on, presenting a vague outline of a What Manner of Man AU where the cast is Aztec. This is one part hyper niche shitpost and one part serious.
First off I'm going with their established names for simplicity, but if I was doing this in full I'd try to find fitting Nahuatl names for the AU counterparts. Or go comedic and just add 'tl' or something to the end of everyone's name.
Victor/Father Ardelian is an Aztec priest who makes the other ones uncomfortable because he gets too into the human sacrifice. 'Bro why are you getting horny about our reciprocal relationship with the gods where we repay them for all they sacrificed for us, bro you're making us uncomfortable, stick to the minor bloodletting rituals.'
Lord Vane is chosen to be the year's personification (ixiptla) of Tezcatlipoca. Victor is the priest who instructs him on how to play the part/ embody Tezcatlipoca, and yada yada romance happens. If you thought Victor was horny for the holy already wait until you see him with a deity that fucks.
Anyway historically during the festival of Toxcatl the ixiptla of Tezcatlipoca gets sacrificed to Tezcatlipoca, which is also when the next one is chosen, so that'd be hanging over this narrative. The night before Vane as Tezcatlipoca gets sacrificed, Victor gets special permission to be sacrificed by Vane and that happens. And being Victor that's his idea of a happy ending.
Cue some sort of afterlife/apotheosis epilogue that I'm not versed enough in the underworld parts of Aztec mythology to describe yet where Victor and Vane are together. Also a random segway into alt history just to establish that the conquistadors lose because Victor touched a butterfly and also Silas ate Cortez.
It'd also be funny if Danny and Silvia were included as ixiptla of Tezcatlipoca's wives (he has four) but their relationship to each other and Lord Vane is basically the same as canon. He gets four wives but half of them turn out to be lesbians who hate him. Though maybe since Danny and Silvia aren't horny for sacrifice they can get a role where that isn't inevitable.
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What if Noli / El Fili were a no-powers AU namor x reader (except ybarra/namor's... The heir/prince of talokan)
Imagine Namor in the setting of Noli Me Tangere and El Filibusterismo and fighting for Philippine Independence
Note: This prompt is based off of a novel called Noli Me Tangere (Touch Me Not) and its sequel El Filibusterismo (The Subversive) written by the Philippines' national hero and activist, Jose Rizal. His works are published discretely to expose the Spanish colonial abuse in print. He describes the pain of the Filipinos under Spanish rule through his writings and was executed for treason against the Spanish empire. His works have inspired the Filipinos to rise up and claim Philippine independence.
Disclaimer: This No Power AU will not feature Namor having Spanish blood, nor will he have any ties to the Spanish conquistadors as respect to his roots in the movie. He is a native-born illustrados; a native blood, educated man of class who is a part of the Propaganda Movement whose writings inspired the calls for Philippine Revolution. For the purposes of accuracy to the time period and setting, however, the characters will be speaking in Spanish.
Avaleine please istfg DON'T TEMPT ME TO WRITE THI—
Imagine a Noli Me Tangere No Powers AU of K'uk'ulkan where he is a native-born illustrados, heir to the riches and land of Talokan, the land his mother left him after her death.
Imagine him coming back from his education from Europe to attend the funeral of his mother, only to find out that the friars of the church and the Spanish politicians hid the reason for his mother's murder.
Imagine K'uk'ulkan erecting schools for those with the same native blood as him so he could teach his kin to be educated enough to fight for their rights in the unfair regime of the Spanish.
Imagine K'uk'ulkan meeting you—his beloved fiance—after years of being apart, only to disappear again as he uncovers the secrets of the Spanish regime and the corruption of the Catholic church.
Imagine him promising you that he would return, but it would be months before you would see each other again. You longed to be with him, but you could not do anything when he is wanted by both the state and the church.
Imagine your peers, your father, and the church pressuring you to call off your engagement with Don K'uk'ulkan. You never wanted to break off the engagement, you never wanted to be betrothed to another man, but you had no power during this era; where women are treated as objects for men's fancies.
Imagine K'uk'ulkan never bearing the same mindset as other men. He always respected you, always told you that you were perfect. But now your engagement was forcefully nulled. And now you are heartbroken.
Imagine him fighting for the freedom of the same people with same plight as him, but he soon realizes that he made a much bigger enemy of the Spanish than he originally thought; and it was all because his mother tried to fight off the Spanish when they had so wrongly mistreated her people—the same people that K'uk'ulkan so desperately tried to protect in the place of her deceased mother.
Imagine him faking his death after the sacrifice of his dear friend Attuma and escaping to Spain to hide with the riches his mother had given him in her last will. He would grieve the death of his closest friend, but he continues on to amass more wealth and fame so he could fight the Spanish regime with his newfound power.
Imagine Attuma's last words before he pushed K'uk'ulkan away to escape the guards who are chasing them; “I can neither love my country or be happy here, but if I were to die here, to spill my blood for my countrymen, then I would suffer a thousand deaths and perish in the soils of which I came.”
Imagine, on the day before your arranged marriage that was hand picked by your father, you read the news of your lover's “death.”
Imagine you telling your father that if he really loved you, if he truly did love you as his daughter, then he would call off the marriage.
Imagine that you only put up with this arrangement in the first place because you could survive through your betrothal with just the knowledge that K'uk'ulkan was alive. But now that he is dead, you could not live with the thought of marrying another man.
Imagine turning to your father, tears falling from your eyes, as you declared; “I wish not to marry any other man, father! My beloved is dead—my K'uk'ulkan is dead! If you still claim to love me as your daughter, then call off the marriage! If not, then it is either the convent or the grave.”
With great reluctance, your father allows you to enter the convent and become a woman of faith; for the death of your beloved was enough for you to vow your chastity upon the Lord and turn away from wandering eyes of men who wanted your hand for your riches.
But you never knew that K'uk'ulkan was alive. Under the guise and a fake name, he continued to build his own riches, his own power, his own empire just he could return to your arms and save his suffering countrymen.
And in a few years, he comes back for you, tricks the people who staged his supposed death (and killed his best friend Attuma).
And now imagine him, going up to you near the entrance of your convent with a smile; you could not recognize him for he was disguised, but he seemed...familiar.
“Hola, señorita. I am Namor. Your father must've told you about me, no?”
AVALEINE YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME ISTFG NFBWHWHDJWJWJDJBDHWWJWK SCREAMING RIGHT NOW TRULY
#AVALEINE YOU'RE KILLING ME HERE#EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE#NOLI ME TANGERE AU RAWR#NFBEHWJDJSJWKW#namor x reader#namor x fem!reader#namor x y/n#namor imagines#mcu namor#namor x filipino!reader#namor x filipina!reader#namor x poc!reader#namor x you#no powers au#noli me tangere au
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Jour 38 - entre Ticul et Izamal
Avant de partir pour l'excursion du jour, petit arrêt dans une supérette pour acheter le pique-nique du jour. Le petit coup de chaud / indigestion d'hier m'a largement incitée à faire une pause sur la bouffe locale 😅
Première étape : Mayapán, assez similaire à Chichen Itza en 10 fois moins cher et 100 fois moins fréquenté ! Il s'agit d'un site archéologique Maya, qui s'étend sur 4km carré. Tout n'a pas encore été défriché, il manque notamment les murailles qui entouraient cette petite cité. 🏚️
Quand les conquistadors espagnols sont arrivés au 16è siècle, il y avait toujours de l'activité ici !
Comme d'habitude, nous sommes quasiment seuls. Un guide nous interpelle en français pour nous demander comment se passe la visite. Nous discutons un moment avec lui et les deux mexicaines qu'il accompagnait, tous les trois sont très sympathiques. Le guide nous a d'ailleurs expliqué que depuis le covid il y a plus de touristes français qu'auparavant, et les touristes d'autres pays (américains et canadiens notamment) se cantonnent souvent aux plages et boîtes de nuit 🪩
Il fait très chaud et très lourd, nous sommes au milieu de la jungle. L'avantage de ce site, c'est que l'on peut grimper un peu partout, et notamment sur les pyramides (pas autorisé dans la plupart des sites archéologiques).
Nous terminons la visite par l'ascension de la plus haute pyramide et donc la vue sur tout le site, et la jungle tout autour. La montée était aussi flippante que la descente 😅
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@optimistic-violinist and @impossiblefangirl0632 have their AU Take Back the Kingdom and it is scratching all the right places in my brain. It is living in my head rent free.
I wanted to write a little gift for them in the cool world they made I hope ya’ll enjoy it.
A scream cut through the jungle, startling Bruno awake. He groaned and steadied himself in the tree he’d been sleeping in. It was probably just an animal getting hunted or something like that. Bruno was too exhausted to care, he needed to get back to sleep. Everything hurt from dealing with these damn conquistadors and-
There was the scream again. There was a child crying too. They were crying for help. It was in familiar language, one from the neighboring civilizations of the kingdom. Who ever they were, they were being chased by those men with that Spanish tongue he was just picking up.
Bruno hit his head on the pommel of his sword. He was so tired.
He couldn’t ignore it, no matter how tired he was. The person, a woman he could tell now, was drawing closer with two large men right behind her.
Bruno pulled the sword and leapt in front of the conquistadors with a snarl.
Thankfully they weren’t that hard to deal with. He pulled the bodies and dumped them into the river. He was content to go back to sleep but jumped as the woman’s head poked out from a bush.
“That was incredible,” she whispered.
“Oh uh you know it’s just...you okay?”
Before she could answer a child started wailing again.
“Shit, hold on.” Off of her back came a bundle. In it was a child.
“Shhhhhh. Come on shhhhhhhh.”
She was clearly overwhelmed. Bruno awkwardly stood and watched for a moment.
“H-How old is she?”
“She’s three. I just-I’m sorry I know this can get us caught-I’m just-”
“You’re safe. I promise,” Bruno said quietly. “Uh can-can I see her?”
The woman looked wary and Bruno up away the blade. After a moment she tiredly handed the tot over. Oh, this kid reminded him so much of Isabela. Silky hair and strong lungs. He snapped his figures and green sparks danced in front of the child’s face.
She stopped crying and reached for the sparks with giggles. “Pretty!”
“You know magic?”
“Oh you know just some of the old ways stuff. No big deal.”
“No big deal? You’re…you’re that El Brujo Verde guy. That’s what those people call you! You’ve been fighting them and...and...you’re not as big as I thought you would be.”
Bruno wheezed out his first real laugh in Candle knew how long. He placed the girl on the ground and let her be distracted by sparks. The sun wouldn’t be up for a bit but he was awake now, might as well get started on the day.
“Stay here,” he said with a yawn.
Before she could argue, Bruno gathered a few things and started a fire. The woman sat and Bruno slipped into the forest. 20 minutes later he returned with something to eat. They sat quietly as Bruno cooked the meat over the fire.
Once the meat was done Bruno gave the woman and child most of the food. The woman was hesitant but the little girl dived in.
“Manners kiddo,” the woman muttered. She sighed and bit into the meat. Bruno was dead tired but this woman was a different kind of drained.
“Your kid is cute,” Bruno said trying to make conversation.
“She’s not mine.”
“Oh well uh she uh…” Bruno stuffed his mouth to not have to talk.
“She’s my sister’s.”
Bruno swallowed. “Oh so your her aunt! That’s nice.”
The woman looked up from the fire with a haunted face Bruno recognized.
“You’re all she has left?”
“If my husband got away then she has us both but…”
The little girl finished eating and settled down to sleep by the fire. She slept quietly and with a slight snore. It was cute.
“My sister and her husband had their shit together, you know? My husband and I don’t. We weren’t anywhere close to being ready to have kids and now…” She sighed. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m dumping this all on you. You probably don’t even understand.”
Bruno did understand though. When the kids made it back he was going to be all they had left for awhile. If everything worked that is. He was terrified of the idea of being their sole caretaker.
“I have several nieces and nephews. My sisters always seemed to have it together too, but they told me once that they had very little idea if they were doing anything right. They were just trying their best. I’d bet your sister felt the same way.”
The woman looked at him with so much hope in her eyes in that moment. Bruno smiled. “Just try your best and love her with everything you got and I think you’ll figure it out.”
“Where is your family?” the woman asked softly.
“Far away from this mess. That’s why I…well you saw. I want to make this place safe for them when they return.”
The woman snorted. “If anyone can do it, it’s you.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence. There’s just so many of-shhh.” Bruno stood and pulled his blade again. The woman scooped up the child and put herself behind Bruno.
In the jungle there was the ever so slight crunching of the jungle floor. Too soft to be one of those rock footed soldiers. In the firelight there was the glint of a blade.
“I mean no harm,” a voice said. “I’m just looking for my wife.”
A name spilled from the woman’s mouth. The man came forward out of the tree line. They met in the middle and hugged each other like there was no tomorrow, a passionate kiss shared between them.
“Yuck,” the now awake little girl said. Bruno chuckled.
“I am so sorry I lost you-“
“No you said go right and then I got lost-“
“How did you loose those men?”
The woman pointed to Bruno who did a small wave. “He killed them.”
The man shared a look with his wife that said ‘Him? Really?’ and she just nodded. At least Bruno had the unassuming thing going for him. After a moment the man approached him and placed both hands on Bruno’s shoulders. “Thank you for protecting my wife and niece. I have no way to repay you.”
“None needed. Why don’t we start heading out? I know somewhere safe you can stay a bit.”
Bruno doused the fire and started to walk. The little family trailed a few steps behind him. The couple was holding hands a whispering the sort of things lovers did when relived to see each other. The little girl held her uncle’s hand and anytime she tripped in the pre-dawn light, the man would stop her from falling. He offered to hold her but she replied that she was a big girl and could handle it.
The couple smiled fondly. Bruno let himself a moment, just a flash. There was the girl, older and happy with the two of them. They’d figure it out, Bruno knew that for sure.
After a bit the little girl walked up to Bruno and took his hand. “When can we take a nap?”
Bruno chuckled. “I’ve never known a 3 year old who liked naps.”
“That’s the one thing she gets from me,” the woman said.
“You need a nap,” the little girl said to Bruno.
“I always look like I need a nap if you ask my sisters.”
“Maybe you can take one when we get where we're going?” The man said. He scooped his niece into a tickle hug and she giggled.
“Eh I got things to do…”
The woman appeared at his other side. “I know you said you were working to make things safer for your family but they wouldn’t want you working yourself to death.”
If only I could do that, Bruno thought.
He pushed the troubled thought away. The last thing he deserved was any sort of rest. Not until he fixed things.
But maybe a nap wouldn’t hurt.
(Bruno 100% falls asleep and sleeps for like 2 days when they get to the safe place. The little family watches over him the whole time.)
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