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hitchell-mope · 2 years

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MCU sword and sorcery au

This is a purely medieval setting like Narnia, the dragon prince or Warcraft. Mostly because I don’t want to clog up my modern fantasy/88 tag. Anyway. Let’s begin

The kingdom of California: oldest kingdom, technologically advanced and prosperous. Allied with Manhattan.

Anthony Stark. King

Virginia Stark. Queen.

Morgan Stark. Only child and heir

Peter Parker. Anthony’s ward and squire

Harley Keener. Anthony’s beneficiary and squire.

James Rhodes. Knight and Anthony’s best friend

Harold Hogan. Anthony’s bodyguard

May Hogan. Peter’s aunt and guardian. Virginia’s lady’s maid. Harold’s wife

Steven Stark. Anthony’s adoptive brother. Wanda’s husband.

Buchanan Stark. Anthony’s adoptive brother.

Bruce Banner. Court inventor. Cursed to be a wereorc.

Michelle Jones. Rhodes’s ward. Peter’s lover.

Edward Leeds. Bruce’s apprentice. Peter’s best friend

Carol Danvers. Anthony’s court mage.

Nicolas Fury. Anthony’s chief advisor.

Maria Hill. Captain of the army

The Kingdom of Manhattan: made up mostly of farmers and archers but still advanced and prosperous. Allied with California.

Clinton Barton. King.

Laura Barton. Queen

Cooper Barton. First born and heir

Lila Barton. Middle child.

Nathaniel Barton. Youngest child

Natasha Banner. Clinton’s adoptive sister. Captain of the army. Bruce’s wife

Wanda Rogers. Clinton’s ward and court mage. Stevens wife.

Pietro Maximoff. Clinton’s ward, Wanda’s twin brother and assistant.

Thomas Rogers. Wanda’s son. Inherited her magic. Steven’s stepson

William Rogers. Wanda’s son. Inherited her magic. Thomas’s twin brother. Steven’s stepson

Kate Bishop. Clinton’s ward and star archer.

Yelena Belova. Natasha’s long lost sister. Knight in training

Allies to the allied kingdoms: these people live on the border between California and Manhattan and have helped them both. Sometimes against their better judgment

Henry Pym. Inventor.

Janet Pym. Inventor. Henry’s wife

Scott Lang. Small time bandit. Ally to Steven Stark

Hope Lang. Inventor. Henry and Janet’s daughter. Scott’s second wife

James Paxton. Sheriff.

Margaret Paxton. James Paxton’s wife. Scott’s ex wife

Cassandra Lang. Scott and Maggie’s daughter

Stephen Strange. Healer. Sorcerer at Kamar-Taj.

Kingdom of Asgard and the Guardians: Asgard is a kingdom in the vast mountain ranges. The Guardians are a group of freelance mercenaries currently settled in the kingdom

Thor Odinson. King

Valkyrie Odinson. Queen

Loki Laufeyson. Frost Giant. Thor’s adoptive brother. And a constant pain in his side.

Sylvie Laufeydottir. Frost Giant. Loki’s literal other half and lover

Peter Quill. Half dark magus. Leader of the Guardians. Grew up as part of the marauding Ravagers before setting off on his own

Gamora Quill. Orc. Adoptive daughter of a warlord before she escaped. Fantastic warrior. Quill’s wife.

Drax. Troll. A great warrior and chieftain until his entire clan was wiped out. Now allied with Quill

Rocket. Used to be a regular human. But was cursed into the form of a sentient raccoon. Weapons expert

Groot. The spirit of a sentient tree. Rocket’s surrogate son

Mantis Quill. Half wood elf. Half dark magus. Peter Quill’s half sister. Drax’s adoptive daughter

Kraglin Obfonteri. Human. Quill’s adoptive brother in their old Ravagers clan

Nebula Obfenteri. Dark elf. Gamora’s adoptive sisters. Also escaped from Thanos a little while after her. Sees Anthony as a father figure. Kraglin’s wife.

The heretic hoard: criminals, murderers and villains working against the allied kingdoms

Thanos. Orc warlord. Kidnapped trained and abused Gamora and Nebula from a young age

Obadiah Stane. Anthony’s old regent. Uses his knowledge of the kingdom to help the hoard win

Quentin Beck. Dark magus. Anthonys former mage. Is the only one who’s ever come close to beating Parker in a fight.

Yon-Rogg. Carol’s former mentor who intentionally sabotaged her training to keep her under his thumb.

Agatha Harkness. Psychotic witch. Wanda’s nemesis.

Alexander Pearce. Former friend and ally of Nicholas Fury.

Mobius M Mobius. Loki and Sylvia’s former captor.

Eugene Thompson. Dark magus in training. Quentin’s protégé. Peter Parker’s old bully.

#marvel cinematic universe #pepperony #brutasha #scarlet america #spideychelle #claura #langdyne #thorkyrie #starmora #sylki #kragula #sword and sorcery au

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sabraeal · 2 years

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A Coin to the Hangman

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From above, Tar Valon sits like a coin between the fingers of the River Erinin, a trick not yet taken. Even now, Obi expects to see it flash across knuckle-backs, weaving in and out as a caller takes his bets. Fitting, since this blasted Tower is the best sleight of hand he’s seen outside some Light-begotten back alley, and all of the Westlands has fallen for it like some hayseed fallen straight from the wagon.

The plaza is churning with revelers, all celebrating the arrival of Cairhien’s princes. Oh, the people of Tar Valon may scorn those who claim fealty to an ass upon a throne, but tonight they rejoice as if these ones were their own, their perfect princes with flaxen hair and eyes as bright as jewels. Even from here, Obi can make out the stained-glass flower of Wisteria on their pennants, snapping sharply in the wind.

He snorts, the sound carried away into the shadow. These Aes Sedai claim themselves free of men, but it is as Tevta always told him: a tiger cannot help but show its stripes. He saw well enough the looks that passed between Amyrlin and would-be king; this feast is nothing more than a flirtation, a lover’s game writ large for the whole world to see.

A fine enough distraction for Obi’s business. Better for the marath’damane to let themselves be seduced by the song of power that such men sing. Certainly he would have never gotten this far if the Warders barred his way; after all, trainees were not allowed in the White Tower. No, that was an honor saved solely for the witches’ creatures, men led around by their necks like a damane without a single leash in sight. Any other night he would have been sent away, told to find a Sister that would take pity on a scrawny boy like him.

But it is not his so-called brothers who watch the Tower now. No, that would be the Cairhienin, outnumbering them two-to-one, and in their eyes, any man with a camouflage cloak is Warder. Haruka’s had done the job as well as any, and oh, how that old man will burn to know that it was his that was around the shoulders of the one who burnt this pile to embers.

The wind whips past him, prying at his fingers and threatening to throw him from the stone. A hundred spans stretch between him and the plaza beneath, the strength of his grip-- and these ornaments-- the only thing between him and a lethal dose of failure. But it's useless to fear death; he hasn’t, these ten long years, and he won’t now-- not when the end is already so close, and all that is left is the mission

You will go into that Tower one day, Tevta had told him, glaring up at those stones. But you will not come out of it.

I know, he’d said, just a boy. I know.

Silver burns at his wrist, the way it has every day since she slipped it on him, the bands closing in like a noose. Ten long years he’s worn them, smiling when his brothers tugged his pretty trinkets, laughing as they asked if he hoped to catch the eye of some pretty Sister--

Oh, he’d hum, mouth curling around a secret. I know it will catch at least one.

It’d been a clever answer, or at least a coy one, the sort that kept his brothers at arm’s length without feeling that they’d been put there. Or at least, it had been until a few months ago, when Shiira had simply laughed, And I think we all know which one Nanaki is hoping for.

Carved stone bites dully into his gloves, blunted by time and leather. Let them think what they like, that little Accepted has never-- he’s never--

He huffs, shaking his head, knocking a bit of loose stone from beneath his feet. There’s no time to be thinking about this; the Amyrlin might linger at the banquet, wooed by minstrels’ songs and the prince’s sweet words, but the last thing he needs is to get made when he’s hanging by his fingers. Not that it’s likely to happen, but all one of those clods below has to do is look up.

No moon marks him as he scurries the last few feet to the window, hoisting himself onto its casement. With a quick pass of a blade, Obi succeeds where so many have failed, slipping right through the Tower’s much-vaunted security into the Amyrlin’s inner sanctum.

Now all there is to wait. It’s hours yet until dawn, and with princes to impress and a royal entourage to entertain, she’ll doubtlessly be in the Hall for--

“Mind your boots,” a feminine voice warns, muffled through the door. “I’ll have you know, the carpets are priceless.”

Burn him, but his luck is shit. It seems that even in this bloody tower, when the cat’s away the mice will play. Leave it to these meddlesome witches to violate even what they hold sacred--

“I promise,” a masculine one rumbles, “it will not be the first I’ve ruined.”

Obi stiffens, every drop of blood in his veins turning to ice. That is not just any man’s voice, oh not, but-- but--

“Izana,” the Amyrlin sighs, that playful way girls do when they want their worries to be replaced by kissing. “Do you mean to make me write your mother? She would be horrified to know that you were such a poor guest, and in the White Tower as well.”

The Prince of Cairhien hums, a sound nearly lost in the groan of the door as it opens. “Perish the thought.”

And just like that, he stands in the presence of the two most powerful minds of the Westlands, with only the shadows to cover him.

It takes but a breath for him to act, dropping to a crouch so deep his thighs burn. As a boy, he could squat for hours, playing dice and cards in back alleys and street corners for hours before nature would catch up with him. But now he creeps frog-like across the floor, crawling to where the shadows spread thickest, and curses every inch. Warders may be trained to move silently, to strike from the shadows, but they were not meant to move as sneak-thieves in the night.

“So this is the inner sanctum of the Amyrlin.” Boot heels clack across the floor, muffled when they reach that priceless carpet. “Somehow I expected something more...opulent. Ornate, maybe. Something more befitting of a queen.”

Obi blinks. Trust a prince to look at a desk sung into shape by an Ogier and a carpet woven in Kirendad and find it lacking.

“I’m sorry to disappoint, Your Highness,” the Amyrlin hums, not the least bit contrite. “But the Seat is not just one of power, but of service. I am much less a queen and more a...steward. I distinction that I’m sure Her Majesty has conveyed to you many a time.”

The prince’s back is to him, but still, Obi hears the way his lips curl around the words, all satisfaction. “Only every time I speak of you. Though she’s more apt to name you parent rather than steward.”

His fingertips drag over the smooth sung-wood, an invitation to think on where else they might linger. Light preserve him, but he does not need to see this witch and her Westerland prince flirt.

“I suppose that is why they call you Mother,” he murmurs thoughtfully, tracing down the spine of a quill. “Is that what you would like me to call you now?”

His voice drops, and it is not only the Amyrlin that shivers. Burn him, but a man that looks the way His Highness doesn’t need such a silver tongue as well. The Wheel certainly has its favorites.

Her head shakes, the golden loops of her hair quivering in the lamplight. “There’s no need for that, not from you.” Her eyelashes flutter, and though all these Sedai are ageless, the Amyrlin has never looked more like a girl. “You are not one of my children after all.”

The Amyrlin take no husbands, but light hits her, illuminating her eyes like the sun behind sapphires, and Obi realizes-- this one might have been a woman who expected to, until the Tower had its way. One who might have been a queen in truth had she never learned how deep the river of saidar ran.

And had she been born across the sea, into his streets, she would live on her knees, the way her kind were meant to.

A laugh chimes from the prince’s chest, but it’s off-tune, a note just nearly missed. “If I were, it would certainly put what happened between us beyond the pale.”

The Amyrlin gasps, and oh, they might not take husbands, but Obi is suddenly aware that they might yet lay with men. A possibility he’ll be in a position to witness, if he keeps hiding around this corner, listening to Cairhien’s prince make love to her. “N-nothing ever happened between us.”

“Is that so?” She turns from the prince as he approaches, words silken and honeyed. “I remember a kiss, stolen behind shelves.”

This would be the time to move-- both their backs are to him, and it would be easy to slip through the window, to wait in the whipping winds for their business to finish and their eyes to close, but--

But steel flashes golden in the light, poised above her, and in an instant he knows: that is not simply a knife, but something more, something darker. He moves, but it is not toward his window, not like how he means to, but toward the prince, hands outstretched.

“Mother!” he calls out, cursing himself as she turns, those gem-lit eyes widening. A silver bangle parts beneath his grasp, and it is not until his body slams into blue velvet that he realizes-- he is saving her. A damane is not worth the spittle a man sprays on her, but yet here he is, clasping the a’dam made for her around this man’s neck, struggling to keep him on the ground.

A fool’s move, now that he has a moment to think. The a’dam is meant to hold a damane, not a man; without that perverted power running through him--

A spark fizzles beneath his skin. Obi’s joints stiffen, terror gripping him as he sees the knife laying on the floor, as he realizes the blade is not steel but carved onyx. Not a noble’s dagger, cast by a smith to meet a need but-- but--

An angreal. No, not just any angreal, meant to be used by a witch who could channel, but a sa’angreal, forged in the Age of Legends, able to channel enough power to kill even the mother of the Aes Sedai.

A useless item to a man. Unless, unless...

That spark becomes flame, becomes a conflagration, racing up the track of his arm, barreling toward his heart. There’s a scream, and it’s not until he’s on his back that he realizes it’s his, he is the one screaming into the night, so loud glass could shatter.

The a’dam is meant for damane, and damane are not men. No, there are stories about such things, about the disasters that are wrought by a man being bound by a sul’dam, and he hasn’t just bound a channeler, but--but--

“Darkfriend,” the Amyrlin hisses, her slipped shuffling away from where they struggle. “Izana...when? How could you have...?”

He wants to warn her it is not that, that the trouble is far, far worse, but he cannot answer, not when it is taking all he has to keep the fire from his heart. It is little comfort that the prince is no more comfortable, gasping and writhing as he claws at his neck, foul shadows weaving between his fingers before gasping into nothing. It is Tevta who is the sul’dam, no matter her disgrace, Tevta who should be the one handling this snake of a man, but she is not here.

All they have is him.

The fire burns inside him; a pain so searing that even he can’t contain it, can’t will it away. It eats at him, gnawing, consuming, trying to make its way to his chest, but--

But he grips it. Not with his hands, but with his mind, pulling and pulling even as his vision blurs, white around the edges, then black. It hurts so much he can barely stand it, struggling to stay conscious, and that-- that is how he knows it’s the right thing.

Well, that and the way the prince rears onto his knees, clawing at his throat, screaming and screaming until--

The silver breaks. And all at once, the prince is gone, only the barest hint of shadow remaining behind.

“Ah,” he rasps, his head dropping against the priceless carpet. “Does that make me king now?”

“Nanaki!”

Ah, look at that. The Amyrlin knows his name. One of them, at least.

“Nanaki, stay--” she crouches over him, flinching as she stares down at his chest. “Oh, blood and ashes. Tomomi. Tomomi!”

Distantly, he hears a door fly open. “Mother! What--?”

“Bring that girl to me.” There’s steel in her eyes when the Amyrlin looks back at him. “The one sitting with Zen. We’re going to need one of her miracles tonight.”

Don’t, he wants to say as black rolls over his vision. If I see her again, I might like her.

When he wakes, he’s warm. In terrible pain, but...comfortable.

“Ah!” That gasp bubbles through him, curiosity opening his eyes before conscious thought can. The room is bleary, the sunlight turning everything bright and painful, but he makes out red, and then green far too close. “Obi, you’re awake.”

“Am I?” he mutters blearily. “Where...?”

He glances down at his wrist, bandages tight and aching beneath them. To his chest, covered in a cloth so bloody it’s brown. He’s alive, and yet...

His brows furrow. “How do you know that name?”

“Ah...”

Her smile comes into focus, the one he hates to see, only today it’s toothy and nervous, not sweet. Enough to set his own heart into a rabbit’s beat, fluttering and anxious, and--

That’s not his. That anxiety, it’s-- it’s--

“Stay calm,” Shirayuki tells him, her name as known to him as all of his. “I’m afraid...I had to do something that was very...unpopular.”

He blinks slowly, calming his racing pulse. He can’t help but notice that her own breathing calms as well. “Is it something I’m not going to like?”

“I don’t know you well enough to say, but...” Silver flashes behind his eyes, the memory of a charred bracelet on the ground by a wrist. His wrist. “I’m going to guess...no.”

“Oh,” he groans, eyes closed. Isn’t that just his luck. “Blood and ashes.”

#obiyukibingo22 #obiyuki #akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #sword and sorcery au #wheel of time au #shirayuki sedai #my fic #ans #it has been so long since I have touched this AU me and sharon dreamed up #and this scene did not want to be written in the slightest #BUT IT IS HERE #the whole time i was like #BUT THE BEGINNING OF THIS FIC WOULD BE SHIRAYUKI IN TWO RIVERS--#my logical brain: you do have to have both of them show up in some capacity for this challenge #me: gdi FINE. F I N E

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trainwreckgenerator · 1 month

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ok i KNOW this is an insane topic to make a tierlist about but i was thinking about milsiril again so. dungeon meshi characters ranked by how pro-euthanasia i think they are

clarifications:

"pro-murder" here doesnt necessarily mean "likes killing". this chart is about how each character views the ethical ramifications of taking a human life, and some of the people in "pro-murder" are there because they would kill someone outside of a combat situation if they thought it would have a greater benefit, such as saving the lives of many others. the rest of them (like thistle, cithis, and the orcs) are there because they are ready to kill whenever to get whatever they want, which is a very different ethical stance but still fits in the same category for the purpose of the chart.

"pro-euthanasia" means having no qualms over killing something/someone if there is an absolute certainty that the individual will never be able to regain a livable quality of life. this is the only category outside of, uh, murder, that doesn't necessarily require consent for the euthanasia to be carried out.

"it's an option" characters would perform euthanasia if asked, or would otherwise condone consensual euthanasia.

"only in the most extreme" characters would only consider the option as an absolute last resort, once every other possibility had been exhausted. these characters would keep someone alive against their wishes to try to save them.

"absolutely against it" characters would never under any circumstances kill someone they didn't want dead. they would sooner let them bleed out or otherwise suffer against their wishes than perform requested euthanasia, and would protest the performance of consensual euthanasia by others.

#this felt like a necessary thing to think about in a story where life-taking and personal autonomy are central topics #i realize the fact that i made this chart makes me come off like im in the pragmatist category so i wanna clarify #im actually squarely in ''only extremes'' because i am selfish and a coward 👍#anyway. milsiril would be a deeply cloying palliative care nurse in the modern au i got rattling around.#alsoooo pro-murder ended up being the largest category sdkjf....major consequence of being in a swords & sorcery setting #rambles #dungeon meshi #omg i just realized i separated mickbell and kuro NOOOO i tried to group characters by party but :(

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the-eddvengers-au · 9 months

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CW: Blood

Barbarin Tom and Tord getting some dinner.

I've been meaning to finish this for a while

#the eddvengers #edsworld au #sword and sorcery #barbarian #digital art

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bugbart · 1 year

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Elric & Conan inspired by @retroillustrates roommate au

#elric of melnibone #conan the barbarian #sword & sorcery #art #fan art #retros roommate au

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madamnerd · 5 months

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My version of Link in his Wolf Knight Armor, dubbed The Great Wolf of Hyrule. Enjoy 😊

#zelda #zelda au #zelda fanart #fantasy #loz #zelda fandom #sword and shield #fantasy art #zelda art #wolf link #wolf armor #wolf knight #fantasy armor #knight #sword and sorcery #linkloz #linkzelda #link #oot link

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kurokrisps · 9 months

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Sunnytime Town Bastard!! AU... or maybe I should call it "Bitch!!"

A high fantasy setting where a kingdom called Cumulus resides in harmony with its clown inhabitants, jesters, mimes, and the like. Most are blessed with the magical talents of their signature, while some simply choose to live without them.

Though one day Cumulus is invaded by violent marauders, and their only hope for salvation is a dark sorceress called Rose Thorn, who'd been sealed away inside of an orphan girl. And the only one who can break the seal is Jack Connolly, son of high priestess, Lucy Connolly, and cleric in training.

Can he save them all by breaking the seal? Or will a new terror come from their supposed savior...?

#yeah... im proud of this #bastard!! au #sunny time town #sunny day jack #lucy connolly #sdj oc #oc: may #swords and sorcery #sdj fanart #comic #kuro art

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megamindsupremacy · 1 year

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Ooh, so originally I was thinking of Ekron as super super early in Maltus' history but actually: Ekron comes after Krona's experiment.

Krona broke a very sacred rule. This is a limit to how far back in time you can observe. When Krona attempt to observe before the beginning of time, he unleashed the energies of creation onto Maltus. But because he broke this sacred law, chaos and corruption energy were released throughout the universe. Maltusians would feel that they owed the universe a debt, which they would pay with the Creation Energy, one day becoming the Guardians of the Universe. This is part of why the Eye thing bothers Ekron so much: he has a debt to pay the universe, and the eye means he failed.

But in the meantime, these energies had destabilized the baselines on which one calculates, making nearly all scientific progress up that point moot until the energies had stabilized against each other (part of the reason they moved to Oa might have been to be able to operate on more reliable rules). They had, however, created magic on Maltus, turning it into a sword and sorcery type planet. Ekron carries some of these energies within him, expressed, controlled, and collected through his tattoos

Okay, I think I mixed something in the timeline up here- was Ekron not a Green Lantern himself? He would still fit onto the Centurions as the Green Lantern parallel here but I fully thought he was a GL while on the team

Ekron feeling like he has a debt to pay to the universe kind of reminds me of Aztar, just in the sense of "they feel like they have a higher purpose guided by [one of my kind messed up the entire universe/i'm literally an angel of the lord]" kind of feelings. But then I bet in the far future when Ekron's Eye is being wielded by Mother Eye, he finally feels at peace with his eye always being used for evil because he knows she'll always use it for far more good than any evil that was ever committed with it previously

#i should make an ask tag #i like the sword and sorcery planet too #too much science in the universe. we need to get Funky #titanic trio au

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phantasieandmirare · 1 year

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#oc tag #sarah writes stuff #inspired by the person doing the oc bracket poll but smaller #polls #mine #also just cause i feel like i should clarify this is from an urban fantasy-esque story #this is very much taking place in our world it's the 'secret society of magic underneath it all' trope #though a proper swords-n-sorcery lotr au would be fun to play with

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enbyboiwonder · 1 month

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I had a thought:

(He uses a morningstar. I know in the game, you touch the enemy with your hand even while still holding your weapon when you use a touch attack like Shocking Grasp or Vampiric Touch, but electrifying your weapon to hit an enemy with it that way? C’mon, how cool is that?)

(Also Shocking Grasp and Vampiric Touch are both non-blockable attacks, which makes sense considering the damage type, hence getting around the block that way. Man, if you could heal from using Vampiric Touch on undead and constructs, the necromancer would be totally OP in this game.)

Yeah, writing the fight scenes in this fic is gonna be fun.

#and if it turns out i haven't absorbed how to write them via osmosis from all the sword&sorcery novels i grew up on #well i'm reading the legend of drizzt currently #i can always learn from bob #(hopefully lol this sort of targeted reading to try and learn how to write something specific hasn't exactly #worked w me historically. though granted that was all w smut. maybe fight scenes will go differently)#odaoki bgda2 au #ebw.op

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howi99 · 3 days

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Ren: ... Someone is approaching!

JNPRR: *readying their weapons*

...

Tyrian: *jumping from one of the houses* Oh? I see i was expected, wasn't i? *Giggle*

Jaune: *eyes flash to brown* Damn it, just what we needed. A psychopath with too much time on his hands. What are you here for? *Point crocea mors at Tyrian*

Tyrian: Aw~ you want to be the one i play with? Too bad! I'm here for the girl. *Point at Ruby* But... You intrigue me. You seem to know of me?

Jaune: *eyes flashing to blue* I have no idea what you are talking about. I don't know who you are, but i can say that you will regret going against u-

Tyrian: *with a lot of agility, goes on the offense, trying to cut Jaune leg, which he blocks with difficulty* Good~ you know how to use that shield of yours.

Ruby: Jaune! *Shoot at Tyrian, who parries each bullet without too much difficulty* Don't be this impatient little one, i'll be here soon~ *leap to Ruby using Jaune shield as a platform to get himself more momentum* Missed me? *Use multiple attack to try disarming Ruby*

Pyrrha: No you won't! *Use her semblance to remove Tyrian weapons from his hand*

Tyrian: *cackling* You think this will help you? *Dodge Nora's attack* Woah there! Almost got my head!

Nora: *gritting her teeth* That's the idea! *While continuing to put pressure on Tyrian, Ruby uses Electric Dust to boost nora* Take that! *Hit him square in the chest, making him fly through the clocktower*

Pyrrha: You got him?

Tyrian: *maniacally laughing* Oh! That's what they call a homerun! *Dash quickly from the tower, kicking Nora in the guts, breaking her aura*

Ren: NORA! *Goes to her, looking if she is alright*

Tyrian: *shrug* Toys aren't as durable as they used to be i see.

Jaune POV

//Use my power//

Jaune: *blinking* What? Wasn't that-

//concentrate and imagine a gust of wind//

Jaune: *panicking* Who are you? What's going on?

//*sigh* Of all the host why must i have gotten a chatty one that i can't switch place with. You have magic. Trust me, point at your ennemis and imagine a guat of wind. Or fire. Or anything that will hurt him. I'll take charge of the difficult part//

Jaune: Your voice, aren't you-

// yes, it's me, Ozpin. Now stop asking questions and save your friend.//

Jaune: ... *Nod, then concentrate on making a ball of fire*

// By the gods, with how much aura you have, you could almost be a mage.//

Return to the fight

Tyrian: *fighting both Pyrrha and Ren by himself* You are good, but you both are still lacking in technique and bloodlust!

Jaune: *opening his eyes* FIRE!

*a ball of fire around the size of a basketball goes straight to Tyrian face*

Tyrian: *jumping out of the blast trajectory* Well well well! I even found you at the same time!

Jaune: *panting like if he ran 5 miles* That *huff* was *huff* really hard!

// well, i did just wake up. It's difficult to transform aura into magic, you know!? Gee... Anyway, you should dodge//

Jaune: What? *Sees Tyrian stinger going straight for his throat* OH GOD! *Deflect the stinger away clumsily with a shield bash*

Tyrian: *smiling* Now what should i do? Should i take the girl? Or the ghost?

Qrow: *descending from the sky, attacking Tyrian with his scythe* How about neither, pal?

Tyrian: *dodging with a somersault* Hm... Maybe i should get serious? I am disarmed and now the crow has finally shown himself.

Qrow: Kids! Leave the area! I'll take him on!

Ruby: Uncle Qrow!

Qrow: *turning to Ruby* Now!

//He does have a point, you all are keeping him down and it would be wiser to leave for now//

Jaune: *nods* Let's go team! You heard him!

NPR: *nods at Jaune*

Ruby: But he needs our-

Qrow: *still attacking and dodging Tyrian* I can't fight at my best with you here! Go, now!

//He needs to be alone to use his semblance against an enemy//

Jaune: Ruby! Believe in your uncle damn it!

Ruby: ... Fine.

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Qrow: *rejoining team JNPRR* He got away. But he shouldn't be going against us for now.

_NPRR: *looking intensely at Qrow*

Jaune: ... Hey, you old sack of feathers, when i was recovering, it didn't come to you it would be nice to tell me i had a ghost in me!?

Qrow: *Wincing* To be fair, i didn't know how to tell you the information.

Nora: And you didn't tell us he could use magic!

Qrow: ... No, that's news to me too.

Jaune: *sigh* the voice in my head is telling me it shouldn't be possible, but with how much aura i have and my semblance-

Ren: You discovered your semblance?

Jaune: *shake his head* Apparently it regenerated my aura so we are assuming here.

Pyrrha: Go on.

Jaune: Well, basically Ozpin can channel his magic through my aura, making it far more potent than it would normally be.

Qrow: ... Does that mean-

Jaune: Before you ask, yes, that apparently makes me like one of the maidens.

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My first try at putting more action in a scene, though i did cut the fight in the middle since there wasn't going to be much dialogue and i'm not the best at representing a scene, so multiple would be hard af lol.

#jaune arc #rwby #rwby au #sword and sorcery au #ozma #qrow branwen #ruby rose #lie ren #nora valkyrie #pyrrha nikos #team jnpr #tyrian callows

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risuola · 29 days

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ENTRY #1 ♡ F. READER X GOJO SATORU

My crystal tears and my heart’s beat, And all the pieces of my soul’s depths, I lay my dreams upon your feet, Please be careful taking your steps.

cw: angst-ish, arranged marriage!au, slight age gap (reader's around 22, Satoru is 28), loveless marriage, brief mentions of blood and toxicity — 1,9k words

a/n: starting a new series while two other are hanging in the air and hundreds of wips are waiting for being written? yeah, that's me, but hey, I needed to start something new to get my creative juices flowin'. this one's gonna be a series of entries, a diary if you will.

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When you were younger, a girl innocent and little, blissfully unaware of the world around you, you wished to marry a prince. Influenced by tales told by your mother and tv shows you watched with big and curious eyes, you had a vision of the ceremony straight out of a dream. A magical display of love and the path of rose petals and feathers through which you were meant to stride in a dress made of satin and lace – white and elegant. You also saw him, the man that your heart would choose and desire. A prince handsome and kind, who would love and protect you even if by doing so, his life would be on the line. You were too little to be aware of the naivety of the dreamy pictures in your head.

Sometimes you wished to turn back time and once again step into the shoes of the innocent you who never got to know sadness and fear. Sometimes you think of it with a bittersweet smile, reminiscing the way you used to go about your days without care about the world around. With mild regret you reminiscence the moment you learned that everything around you was–

“I’m talking to you. God damn it, are you deaf?”

“I heard you.”

–a lie.

You were a late bloomer but besides the judgmental looks you were receiving left and right from the elders of your clan, you also owe it the beauty of your prolonged childhood. Few years of freedom that you lost the memory of how it tasted and yet, you like to go back to it and drown in the pictures it left in your mind. Whilst all of your siblings were training and learning, fighting and risking their lives against the cursed spirits, you brought shame to your family. There was no place for someone without a cursed technique in a world of sorcery and you were made painfully aware of it at the day of your tenth birthday. That was also the end of your childhood and the day you wish to forget. You remember how the smiles of your parents turned into frowns and the soft, melodic tone of your mother became harsh and never got back to how it used to be. The tales and cookies vanished and what was left was nothing but suffering and degradation.

“Oh, did you?”

It took you six years of training to awaken the technique that later on was called the most powerful in the history of your clan. Six years of days and nights filled with sweat and tears, six years of bloody knuckles and bruises but also, it took six years of your determination to prove all of them wrong. Despite being the youngest of four siblings, you were able to stand against the worst of curses with nothing but a sword and raw power when everyone else relied heavily on the cursed techniques. You were strong and skilled, you were trained and fearless but still, you were looked down. A shame. To your family you were nothing but a shame.

And then, suddenly, you became a pride. You were on everyone’s mouths; you were talked about as if you were the most expensive and rare diamond. Years of harsh treatment you received suddenly became forgotten because once your technique awakened, you became the strongest in your clan, surpassing your siblings, your parents and everyone else who bore the same name as you. Suddenly other clans were talking about you too, with curiosity and fear. Suddenly, you became someone. But somehow, it didn’t make you happy. Once you realized that the world you were born into wasn’t a tale you always thought it is, you lost the ability to enjoy it. Maybe the pain of what you had given to become a true sorcerer rendered you unable to fully appreciate the adulthood, but you found it hard to see the light, when the darkness seemed to embed itself into your soul.

“You know what? Fuck that. I’m leaving.”

Ah yes, the marriage. With years that had passed since you were young and naïve, you stripped yourself of the dreams of sharing a life with a prince, but a part of you still hoped for love and calm. A part of your heart wished to settle with someone you’ll trust and care for. Someone who will ground you in the world of constant danger and for years you thought that you will find a man with whom the stressful life of sorcery will be a little kinder, a little less scary, a little more bearable. It was a child in you, a faint spark of juvenile carelessness that never died down, even in the darkest of days you endured.

You let out a deep sigh and allowed your lids to close. Your head leaned forward, forehead restless against the cold doors of the kitchen cabinet. The loud thud of doors snapping shut echoed in your ears for few moments and then it became silent. An earie cacophony of nothing but your own breath and soft ticking of the clock on the wall next to you. For a moment you thought about how many times you relived this very same situation already. The cold detachment, harsh exchange of words and then he’s gone. A salve of ruthless stabs that never seem to hurt less and the sound of your own voice forming sentences you wouldn’t think of if the circumstances were different.

First time you saw Satoru Gojo was many years before you truly knew who he is. It was a picture that you noticed by accident, somewhere in the papers your parents had spread out on the coffee table. He was a young boy back then. You remember the impression he made on you. He looked cold, intimidating, unapproachable. He looked like someone you’d never think of becoming friends with. You were young, just barely nine years old and he was already fifteen. He was already the strongest and even though you weren’t actively involved in the world of sorcery, you knew his name.

And then, many years later you sat in front of him. While the elders of your clans discussed the importance of the arrangement that was planned within the sorcerer’s society, Satoru was resting on a couch unamused, with his legs crossed and eyes covered by a layer of white bandages. You watched him, analyzed his lack of interest and the veil of cold arrogance with realization that everything you wished for was never on the table for you. During the two long hours of conversations that were about you and yet no one asked for your opinion, you and Satoru didn’t exchange one word.

You heard his voice actively directed at you for the first time during the wedding ceremony. It was small, very private and filled with people that you mostly didn’t know. It was far from perfect, though pretty in a way. Under the cautious watch of the most important figures of sorcery, you said the vows that made you feel nothing and yet meant so much. The words of promise, that for anyone else meant love and safe future, to you meant status and the name. You became Gojo. You became a wife to the strongest man in the world.

Now it’s seven months after the wedding and the day you and him moved together. The apartment you shared was filled with both yours and his belongings and yet it didn’t feel like home. It lacked the atmosphere of love and understanding and on days like this, you were losing hope it will ever feel different than miserable.

That day was nothing out of ordinary when it came to your marriage. Yet another fight, yet another beeline he made to leave you alone in the empty house. You always argue. There was no warmth between the walls of the apartment, there was no care and respect. Instead, there were snaps and insults, there was silence and avoidance. The large bed in what was meant to be a shared bedroom was occupied only by you, while Satoru preferred to sleep on a couch even though his tall frame was way too big for it. Besides one very brief and formal kiss you shared during the wedding day, you never kissed again. There was no holding hands, no incidental touches, no nothing that would convey any sort of feeling and only times your bodies made contact was when he grabbed your wrists in anger or when your shoulder hit his arm while you were passing by.

Truth is, you had no idea what Satoru was talking about that morning before he left. You were lost in thoughts, but you could only imagine he was mentioning the meeting he needed to attempt in the evening. He probably won’t be home until late and once he’ll come back, he’ll be annoyed by elders and for that, you couldn’t blame him. Whenever you face the elders of jujutsu community, your blood pressure raises as well and you’re quite calm by nature. That being said, if unlucky, you’ll be the one to take the hit of his anger.

Your fingers run across the golden band that adorned your finger. It was an absentminded motion that became a habit of sorts, helping you gather the thoughts, calming your mind. The cold feel of metal allowed you to let go of the stress and forced you to suck it up yet again.

Two hours after the morning fight, you found yourself surrounded by the familiar buildings in the Jujutsu tech area, watching your husband from afar. Satoru was in the middle of teaching students, if whatever the hell he was doing could be called teaching. Megumi was resting next to him as some other kids were fighting on the training field. The sound of wooden swords colliding echoed between the woods that surrounded the expanse of the school zones. Gojo was looking as careless as ever, calm and smiling – a sight that you almost never see unless he’s facing someone else. He was chatting with his almost-son, shouting some advice to the sparing students and going about his day as he usually does, but one thing was different.

“Satoru,” you called his name as you went down the stairs to reach the spot where he was standing. He noticed you, you knew that. He most likely knew about your appearance way before you even got to see him, but now he chose to actively ignore your presence as his light blue eyes stayed focused on the field instead of landing on you.

“What brings you here?” He asked and you could tell how the tone of his voice changed from the friendly sensei to your husband’s rough approach. He wasn’t happy with your visit; you weren’t welcome near him and everyone knew that. The fact of your marriage being arranged wasn’t a secret and it also wasn’t a secret that it was Gojo’s clan decision, not his own. Satoru felt some sort of humiliation that despite him being the strongest, he was stripped of a choice who to spend his life with and you, as his wife, were paying for his resentment.

“I brought you this,” you replied, reaching your hand towards him. His eyes landed on your palm and you noticed a ghost of relief that washed over his features when he took the band of black fabric from your hold. His blindfold, that you realized was ripped – he left at home in the morning. That was most likely what he was talking to you about because once you cleaned up after the breakfast, you noticed the band and his broken glasses left on the coffee table.

“So you were listening,” Satoru said quietly and securely covered his eyes.

“I wasn’t.”

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uncsukuna · 3 months

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daycare worker? attendant?! nanami headcanons sorry this has actually been nibbling away at my brain... i'll shut up abt this au at some point. anyway, enjoy!

daycare attendant! nanami whose fingers always smell like citrus after lunch because kugisaki has randomly deemed him her orange peeler.

daycare attendant! nanami who roleplays with the kids as a chivalrous knight during tea time. he sneaks glances at you from his cramped spot in the tiny chair, a foam sword resting on his thighs. when your gaze meets his and he sees the small, amused smirk on your lips, he swears his heart skips a beat or two.

daycare attendant! nanami who packs extra snacks for the kids. he has an entire list in his notes app of their preferences and allergies.

daycare attendant! nanami who, during nap time, listens to r&b (sade, micheal jackson, beyonce, h.e.r., ms. lauryn hill) while attempting to finish up a book he started weeks ago.

daycare attendant! nanami who walks you to your car every evening once all the kids are gone, even if his car is parked on the other side of the parking lot.

daycare attendant! nanami who notices you eyeing one of the pastries he brought from a small bakery. that same pastry is on your desk when you unlock your classroom the next morning.

daycare attendant! nanami who genuinely enjoys doing word searches with the kids, even if they're so easy it takes him less than five minutes.

daycare attendant! nanami who looks up whenever one of the kids calls your name. you don't even have to be in the room, and he'll still do it, hazel eyes searching for your radiant presence.

daycare attendant! nanami whose desktop wallpaper is a picture of kuantan, malaysia. when you ask him about it, he explains the reason calmly as always, but you can see the twinkle in his eyes and the smile threatening to spread across his features.

daycare attendant! nanami who is picky as hell about candles. if it stinks or is overly strong, he won't spare it a second glance. that's not to say he doesn't enjoy unconventional smells, though.

daycare attendant! nanami who only enjoys talking to you. he's cordial enough to his other coworkers, but something about how you smile at him or gesture animatedly with your hands while you speak or visit him during lunch, ready to tell him a story about something silly the kids did... it makes him a little more excited to come to work every day.

divider creds: hitobaby hai!! i'm back again lolsies. i can't tell if attendant or worker is a better word, but i think imma just call it attendant instead. also, ik i said that he wouldnt go back to jujutsu sorcery but like imagine him spending a lil extra time before work to exorcise any curses that get too close to the daycare... its not realistic bc its against the silly rules of jujutsu society or wtv but idgaf!!! nanamin loves them kids (and maybe u idk)<3

#jjk #jjk fluff #jjk nanami #nanami headcanons #nanami kento #kento nanami #nanami fluff #nanami x reader #nanami x you #daycare attendant! nanami #kari's drabbles :3

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amethystfairy1 · 4 months

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✨Hello hello!✨

I'm Amethyst (she/her), and I'm your local fanfic gremlin. I've written a lot for a lot of fandoms, right now I am caught in the Hermit/Traffic/Empires brainrot, and if that's how you've ended up here, welcome welcome!

Right now, I have two WIP AUs!

Through the Sky-Blue Cracks 🌤️

My Hot Guy/Cute Guy, Over-City/Under-City AU that has a lot more going on in it now, it's grown pretty big and is organized in chronological order, not by publishing order, so I write up and down on the timeline filling in parts and pieces as I go!

TTSBC takes place in a modern/slightly sci-fi AU with superheroes, biotech, secrets to hide, trauma to unpack, and as much humor as I can attempt to fit in as well!

Features the local superheroes crushing on each other, anxious writer meets intrepid reporter, the drama professors who can't keep their hands to themselves, penpals gone wild, resident middle-aged married couple who happen to be a mobster and a mad genius, the local cottagecore lesbians, bad boy butterfly and cat lady, protective big sister, Zom-Mom and Sentient Glowstick, a very tired Guy-in-the-Chair with a permanent headache, and more yet to be added! I've got lots of plans left for this AU, so if you're interested, please come check it out!

Tags for the AU are:

#through the sky blue cracks

#ttsbc au

#ttsbc ficlets

Traveling Thieves 🪽

My dark fantasy AU! This one has some heavy themes going on, so I'd encourage reading the tags carefully before jumping in! I'm very proud of how it is turning out, dealing with breaking out conditioned headspaces, survival in a sick system, negotiating power imbalance, the power of friendship (no, really), and of course we've got elves, mercenaries, magic, swords, sorcery, rogues, redstone, and lots more fun stuff like that! Also lots of adorable birbs, one traumatized fiery boy, a mer with an attitude, a good doggo, and hurt/comfort galore! Giving everyone a chance to believe that they've all got a shot at getting lucky.

Tags for the AU are:

#traveling thieves au

#traveling thieves ficlets

Amethysts Scribbling Corner 📝

A little side project of mine to try and stretch my writing style!

Once in awhile, I will be running a poll with prompts that have been sent in via reblogs, replies, asks, and messages! Please send some in if you have any ideas!

Whatever prompt wins the poll, I will write and add to the series!

They can be as broad as a simple one-word prompt, or you can even give a brief description of a couple of sentences! Last thing: Feel free to request where you want the fic to take place! Especially when we're talking Hermit/Traffic/Empires stuff, if you want it to be within the Minecraft server world of that specific series, within a certain one of the Life Series, a modern AU, a fantasy AU, or even TTSBC or Traveling Thieves if you have ideas for them! Just know that if anything requested for TTSBC or Traveling Thieves contradicts or maybe overlaps with any future plans for those AUs, I might not be able to accept them 😓

As far as rules go...I do not write NSFW. I am happy to write romance and let things get a little spicy 🔥 but keep in mind I'll always end up fading to black...also no heavy gore, violence, body horror, things of that nature. I am very much a fan of writing whump and hurt/comfort though, so please send those ideas my way!

Tags for the series are:

#amethysts scribbling corner

I think that's all that going on with me right now...so yeah! I use this blog for my scribbling corner prompts as well as asks about any of my AUs or writing projects! I love getting the chance to ramble about my worldbuilding, so by all means, give me an excuse and I will make entire posts about that sort of thing!

Thanks for coming by! 💖

#intro post #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #hermitcraft #traffic smp #through the sky blue cracks #hermitshipping #worldbuilding #trafficshipping #life series #empires smp #traveling thieves au #amethysts scribbling corner

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