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fawnheartedly · 2 years
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Some Cookies as DnD classes and races
Because some cookies are walking DnD character tropes, they very much have dungeons and dragons and I'm both cookie run and critical role brainrotting so enjoy :D
Starting with the ancients cause they're basically an ex DnD party
Pure Vanilla Cookie : a cleric for sure. Probably life or light domain. He would be an Aasimar because cookie jesus.
Hollyberry Cookie : Barbarian. Let this woman rage. Path of the zealot or berserker. As for race, goliath or orc. That would have fun consequences for Princess and Tiger Lily
Dark Cacao Cookie : Paladin. He broke his previous oath and is now following an oath of vengeance. He's a dragonborn.
Golden Cheese Cookie : Hard to figure out just yet. Pretty sure she would be an aarakocra but class... Hmm... Fighter the safest bet for now ? Maybe possibly monk.
White Lily Cookie : She's a druid. I don't care if it turns out to contradicts when she's released, she's a druid in my heart. A circle of moon druid, specifically, let her turn into sabertooth tigers when she craves violence. As for race, either tiefling or fey being. Little chaos and small mischiefs behind those sad eyes and innocent smile.
Other cookies I have a take on for a DnD AU :
• Madeleine Cookie : He's the one I was refering to saying some cookies are just DnD tropes. He's a textbook Paladin. He's an Aasimar, like PV. I know they're very rare but... only those two I swear. And that would explain why he's so beloved be almost everyone.
• Espresso Cookie : Wizard tiefling. Nothing else to add. You know i'm right.
• Sparkling Cookie : Half elf. And he's the owner of the tavern everyone meets in. Since he's a healer I was first inclined to say cleric but then I thought that his best stat being charisma would make more sense so sorcerer. I think he's cool enough to be a sorcerer and some subclasses provides healing.
• Herb Cookie : Druid druid druid druid. No one is more druidic than him. He's a fey being as well, maybe a satyr or faun ?
• Vampire Cookie : A Dhampir. I feel like Rogue would be a good class for him, funnily enough.
• Mint Choco Cookie : I mean... He's a bard. Cannot possibly pick anything else than a bard for him. Charisma duo with Sparkling, they're here to smile and wink at people until they get what they want. Species I've not made up my mind yet. Tiefling is my first thought but i'll come back on that probably.
• Cocoa Cookie : I hc her as being smol, so a dwarf maybe. I feel like it fits her. Now she's a tricky one for class. She's one of the least dnd tropey character. However, Devsisters made the very interesting choice of putting her in the defence class. And if you think about the amount of milk she must be drinking everyday from her cocoas, she got tough bones. So she tanky. I'll make her a barbarian. Soft but can take a hit or ten. Not afraid of punching <3
• Cherry Blossom Cookie : Rogue. Rogue who wears pink and pink only. Rogue who isn't edgy. Rogue who loves people and picnics and making food and having a good time with friends. Softy rogue. I love a good trope subversion sometimes. She's an air genasi, idk it makes sense.
• Red Velvet Cookie : Ranger or fighter. I thought about Blood Hunter but killing monsters is quite literally the opposite of his goal. As for race, elf with dragon traits due to an incident.
• Pastry Cookie : Human. And the most ecclesiastical class would be cleric. Let's say she just doesn't like to heal. Or a domain that's less healing based.
• Latte Cookie : Elf sorcerer.
• Milk Cookie : I wanted to have him be the basic-est thing possible in DnD, an human fighter, but then realised I could just have Gingerbrave be that and Milk is closer to be a paladin so... Human Paladin.
• Purple Yam Cookie : Textbook barbarian. He's a goliath.
• Dark Choco Cookie : Human with dragonborn traits but not in the same way as RV. And he's a paladin.
•Crunchy Chip Cookie : Ranger. I've never seen someone as ranger as him. Halfling because smol~
• Caramel Arrow Cookie : Fighter for sure, proficiency in ranged weapons. Race i'm not sure yet again. Shoot me ideas o/
• Wildberry Cookie : Human. But a very tall one. And a Barbarian too.
• Financier Cookie : Part of me wants her to be a Firbolg or a goliath (have you noticed how big her sprite is in game ? She's taller than Dark Cacao). One of the half giants races at least because she's huge. And she's a paladin, there again cannot pick anything else.
• Clotted Cream Cookie : Human or half elf. And I want him to be a warlock. I know a sorcerer would make more sense but ... Ok ok, compromise. Both. Multiclass Sorcerer/Warlock. He can do it, I believe in him.
I do have some more ideas but it's getting long. If you want my input on other cookies, a more in depht research on those cookies or just to talk about DnD AU, don't hesitate ! I might even draw them, who knows :D
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gin-draws · 3 years
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sharing your purple shampoo, because white-haired Xorhasians gotta look out for each other 💜
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lynndoublelegacy · 3 years
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just a cool dnd meme i saw
Yook so it’s less a meme and more like. a big ol questionare but hey, might as well do it. originally saw it on @/probablyottrpgideas, go check them out
1. Game Master, Player, or both? Why?
Ok so technically I’ve DMed twice but I really don’t find it fun? and don’t ever want to do it again. so. Player. I like building characters and their connections with fellow PCs more than building worlds
2. When did you start roleplaying? How old were you?
oh god, if we’re talking about roleplaying in general? I’ve been doing it basically as long as I can remember. As a kid I would play House, and then once I got older in like 5th grade I actually started making characters and playing out their stories with friends. Google+ is what made me realize this was actually like, a THING, though, and I got into some roleplaying groups there, then on DevaintArt. Dungeons and Dragons is a newer development? I got into it in late 2018 when my sister’s friend invited us to a one-shot, and... well, yea, I got hooked lol
3. What was the first roleplaying book you ever owned?
dude, bold of you to assume I really own any. I don’t have that kind of money and literally only own the Guide to Wildemount, and that was a gift
4. Describe the first game you ever ran or played in.
I mean... it’s not a game but ima describe the one shot, bc my first campaign was a hot mess without a true storyline and I used the same character for it anyway. I played a tiefling bard called Aisling Kai (I didn’t know this was a cliche combo at this point, and I honestly played her like a rogue with a music motif but Whatever) and we were a little group tasked to figure out why the hell anyone who goes into this cave never comes out. So we go in, make our way through the dungeon, fight some frog people (I made one of their ears bleed just by getting a nat 20 on a performance check to play a high f# on flute, that was fun, FWEET), and turns out yep, theres a hill giant down here. We kicked his ass and collapsed the cave on top of us (dw I think we were fine but my memory is a little screwy)
5. What system did you grow up with? / 6. Which system do you play now?
i learned on and currently play dnd 5e. I don’t really know anything else, but I’m debating checking out Vampire of the Masquerade.
7. Longest campaign you’ve run or played in?
That would be my Tal’Dorei campaign group, aka The Fatefallen! Started in the Fall of 2019 and still going to this day, just played our 45th session last week. I play Ilia Liadon, the drow grave cleric, and the only member of our party who has been there for every single session since the beginning.
8. Where did you meet your current gaming group?
...well first I feel the need to mention that I have 3 different groups (2 of them are on hiatus now for pandemic related reasons but! we’re still groups). My first group (with Aisling) was formed slowly over time as friends adopted friends into the group, I think it started as a school club? but that didn’t last long. The other two started from a different school club as well, though one has since branched out into other people as well. 
9. Strategic combat or dramatic plotlines?
I am a roleplayer first and a gamer second. Give me all of the backstories and dramatic plotlines. Don’t get me wrong, I still like combat, but story takes precedent for me.
10. Favorite RPG genre?
I don’t tend to define myself by genre? But I tend to fall into more of a fantasy, at most arcanapunk style. Give me all of the magic, and magic powered tech.
11. Your first character.
I got into her a little bit earlier, but my first character was Aisling, aka Calypso Kai. She was a homebrew subclass bard with a criminal background, who honestly? should’ve been a rogue. I’ve since rebuilt her into an Assassin Rogue/College of Eloguence Bard multiclasser, but this iteration was like. Baby her, baby me new to dnd, I did not know what I was doing. She tried to be edgy, but my mom energy came through HARD and she just. Never really had a set characterization. She deserves better and I plan on playing her better sometime in the future.
12. Your favorite character.
You are making me choose between my children. BUT, if I had to pick, either Ilia Liadon, or! Ashe Wednesday, a protector aasimar drunken master monk and my profile picture. Ashe also deserved a lot better from their campaign, so I have a massive soft spot for them, they were made during a really tough time in my life (as was Ilia) and was going through an equally rough time in-game, since I made them for a Curse of Strahd campaign without understanding what I was getting into. They’re my little rebellious asshole and I love them dearly, someone get this kid therapy. Ilia, on the other hand, is just... she’s a comfort character for me at this point. mostly soft edges, such a mom- while Ashe was me yelling “come at me” at the world while crying, Ilia was just... embracing it. Making it better. basically, if they actually existed, I would die for both of them.
13. Your most ridiculous character.
I don’t usually play super ridiculous characters, but! I would say Keothi “Bookfinder” Vaimeil counts. She was basically me looking all of the goliath barbarian stereotypes in the eye, and going “nah. she’s a nerd.” She’s literally a massive puppy dog, just the sweetest big old thing, sitting in her house and reading all the books she can get her hands on in order to make up for her amnesia. Oh, and did I mention that she’s a zombie? ...yea. She’s wacky, but I love her.
14. The best in-character line you’ve ever had.
“I need sleep. I don’t even sleep and I need sleep.”
~Ilia, after a particularly tough fight and an emotionally draining day
15. Your most epic death.
Ok so... none of my characters in game have ever actually died during the storyline? Keothi obviously has in her backstory, and Ilia might have in hers as well, it was never explicitly stated, but during the game? Nope. Ashe got stupid close, but nope. Since Keothi is my only death period, and her death was pretty epic, I’m just gonna describe that. Her parents and siblings in her Goliath tribe had all fallen ill, so she decided to go searching for a possible cure, and ended up getting conned into helping this cult, since they said they would cure her family. Turns out, yea, they were lying, they just needed a goliath willing to sacrifice themselves with a cursed sword. They made the mistake of revealing this before Keothi was actually dead, so as she was dying, she brought the entire goddamn cultist temple down to the bottom of the sea and took the cultists with her. The sword was why she was undead, in the Shadowfell, and couldn’t remember anything.
16. Your most disappointing death. 
As mentioned, I’ve never died in campaign, but I feel like I have to mention this one that happened to our party in Curse of Strahd. We were in the death house, all 5 of us, still level 1, and our barbarian falls into a pit trap with spikes. None of us realize she’s actually dead, so we send out paladin down to get her... with the monk, the bard, and the warlock holding the rope. ....yea both of them died.
17. Something that shouldn’t have worked, but it did.
I’m stuck between two options for this one. First one was the time our water genasi paladin/rogue bloodbended our gnome cleric into a bridge to keep her from falling all the way down a ravine. The second time was when our party managed to defend a small seaside town from a pirate raid with just an NPC with Control Water, a ballista, ourselves, and some explosives. Neither should’ve worked, but both did. Having a triton in your party can really come in clutch in a seaside campaign.
18. Something that went hilariously awry.
I have one that’s hilarious and one that’s horrifying. Hilarious one: in my first ever campaign, someone from Aisling’s backstory popped up and our sorcerer went “that’s shady” (to be fair, he was) and then went to investigate BY HIMSELF. He obviously got kidnapped by the mafia, and then we went all stealth mission to break him out. Stealth was immediately abandoned after our other bard used a SCREAMING SWORD to break open the locks, then we proceeded to go out the way we came, setting everything on fire on the way out, and with our bard lying their way out the front door (with the rest of us in tow as “prisoners”) by pretending to be a fellow mafia member. It was great. Horrifying one: Ilia tries to Send to a member of the party who left in order to let him know that a fellow party member had died. Forgot that he left bc his mind was invaded by a previously dead, very evil old god, and ends up trapped there with him for a while. Ended up with all of our main spellcasters trapped in their own heads while the barbarian paced around worriedly and the rogue decided he was going to get smashed instead of worrying himself silly.
19. Your most memorable in-character moment.
There are a LOT in Ilia’s campaign, but! If I had to pick one, it would actually be a pretty recent one involving Ilia and our party’s wizard, Liara. They’re basically the embodiment of head vs heart? Anyway, Liara is currently suffering from something called magic corruption, though idk if suffering is the right word. Anyway! It basically resulted in her getting... possessed? by her own magic during the night during Ilia’s watch, and they had a really, really interesting conversation regarding guilt, death, and grief, and yea basically I love them. Honorable mention to our druid’s death (he’s back and better now, but that was my first long-time death in a game, we didn’t know he was coming back) and also the moment that Ilia realized that her childhood bff/crush had been revived in a new body and that this NPC was her best friend. That was a trip.
20. The coolest item you ever got and how you came to possess it.
I got this item in the revamp of my first ever campaign and nothing has topped it since which is Sad but hey. Anyway! I got this really cool, possibly cursed dagger after I threw a knife at an absolutely eldritch being and it got stuck in him as he transformed. It looked really badass, and allowed me to cast Inflict Wounds on occasion when I stabbed someone with it. So yea, we love that. Honorable mention to my paladin/bloodhunter’s Helm of the Aberrant Gladiator which allows you to basically do a bunch of fear based affects and psychic stuff.
Numbers 21 through 30 don’t apply to me but. yea. enjoy this summary of my dnd history I guess
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ohmytheon · 6 years
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What if you wrote a fantasy AU todochako one shot?? She could be in charge of protecting him with her magic?? Idk I just think it would be cute
Did you say one-shot? Because my brain apparently didn’t. This could definitely stand on its own as a one-shot, but there is going to be more of this. Mostly because I have been wanting to write a BNHA Fantasy AU so freaking bad and this hit all my buttons. It won’t be regularly updated like my other fics, but this was a lot of fun to write. I got way into writing the backstory for this. (Guess who they’re traveling to speak with. lmao)
When Uraraka had been given the order to protect the prince during their journey through the barbarian lands, she had been incredibly displeased. If there was one thing she had learned in her life, it was that royals were arrogant and snotty. They had far too much money than they knew what to do with, spending it frivolously while the little people wanted for more, and thought themselves better than everyone else.
Still, despite her attempts during her childhood to avoid all things royal, as she had gotten older and her magic stronger, the king had seen it fit to bring her to the court. After all, magic was power and power meant a stronger rule. He was already a man who ruled his people with an iron fist and he had ensured that Uraraka was a part of that rule. It hadn’t helped that her magic was stronger than most wizards or witches twice her age or more.
After years of war between their country and the large barbarian tribe that hung around their borders, there had been talk of a treaty. Uraraka wouldn’t have been interested in it if not for the fact that magic was more prevalent there. She’d even heard talk that they had dragons! Her magic was unique in her world, making people both revere and fear her at times. She felt removed from everyone, especially since she’d been taken from her parents when she was younger and forced to live on the outskirts of the castle like she belonged to the royal family.
Being tasked with the crowned prince’s protection had not been a pleasant one, but it afforded the opportunity to leave, spread her wings, and explore a world that she had only dreamed of. If she had to deal with some uppity prince in order to do that, she would suffer it. She had learned to ignore a lot of things in her time after being brought to court. A snotty rich kid who would one day be king would be simple enough to deal with. He probably wouldn’t even leave the safety of his horse drawn carriage unless it was to complain. Maybe she could even pretend that she was on some grand adventure instead of babysitting some highborn ponce.
Having really only seen Prince Shouto Todoroki from a distance and at royal functions, being kept away from him, Uraraka had not interacted with him personally. She hadn’t been allowed to, seeing as how she wasn’t from a highborn family. Although she wasn’t considered lowborn anymore, it was easier to interact with them. Being stuck in the middle left her in a strange limbo, belonging to neither and making both resent her on some level. She had expected that of Todoroki as well. From what she’d seen of him, he was aloof and cold, allowing very few close to him, even if many highborn girls fawned over him. She supposed he was attractive, even with that mysterious burn on the side of his face, but that was offset by his distant superiority complex.
Of course the prince was nothing like she’d anticipated.
Besides Todoroki, a few other highborn members of the court had come along with them on the journey to hold the treaty talks. They all stayed in the carriage, peeking their heads out to complain or demand something. With Uraraka’s position as the mage of their company, nearly all of their orders were directed to her or the head of their guard, a young but very serious knight named Teyna Iida. He was much more intense about the whole thing, but then there had been reports of attacks on caravans and the like. It was partly why the king had decided to speak with barbarian tribe about a peace treaty. They could provide protection on the road for a price and also allow more trade to come in, their lands rich with bounty that they didn’t have in their borders.
While most people rode horses, some were forced to walk. Uraraka hated the idea of riding above others that were less fortunate, so she had chosen to walk like many of the lower-born knights and tradesmen. It helped that she was more familiar with them too. She kept her staff on her at all times, just in case, and a small pack filled with potions and herbs should she need them.
As soon as the castle was out of sight, the door to the carriage opened and the prince stepped out effortlessly without even bothering to ask for it to be stopped. She peered at him, expecting him to complain about the heat or bugs, but instead, he asked a young green-haired knight, “Can you retrieve my horse for me?”
Izuku Midoriya was one of the higher-born knights and a close companion of both the prince and many other knights in their company. He was friendly in a way that made people both high and lowborn flock to him. Out of everyone, Uraraka had only seen him act as a friend to Todoroki. Even as the prince remained impassive, Midoriya was often smiling and laughing. He was kind. When many other highborns sneered at her for her lowborn blood and even some of the knights shunned her for her magic, he always went out of his way to speak with her. He was one of the few people in the castle that had made her time bearable in the past. She wondered how someone with such a good heart as him was able to be friends with someone as unapproachable as Todoroki.
Now as they were traveling, Midoriya grinned down at the prince from his horse. “Was the carriage not to your liking or was it the company?”
Todoroki sighed. “If I have to listen to Monoma complain about ‘savages’ and their rumored customs one more time, I might throw him out.”
Midoriya laughed as he waved down a knight to bring over a beautiful white horse that only Todoroki was allowed to ride. “I don’t think anyone would be upset with you if you did.”
“Not to mention Yaoyozoru’s constant hints about a betrothal between me and his daughter are threatening to drive me mad.” Todoroki took the reins of the white horse, bringing a hand to softly caress it. Despite his tired and displeased tone, a faint smile cross his face as he mumbled something for only his horse to hear. It was an unexpectedly soft gesture that took Uraraka by surprise. Maybe she shouldn’t have been eavesdropping, but she was only a meter away.
“You’re quite popular,” Midoriya teased.
With practiced ease, Todoroki pulled himself up onto his horse and swung his leg over. He looked like a natural, like he’d been born to ride, but then, many highborns were like that. Commoners didn’t get the chance to ride horses as often unless they worked with them. Uraraka liked riding horses, but she didn’t want some of the lowerborn knights and members of their company to think that she thought herself better than them. Still, she had been admiring Todoroki’s horse earlier. He was one of her favorites at the royal stables.
“It’s not me that’s popular. It’s the crown.” There was no bitterness in Todoroki’s voice, but there wasn’t any happiness either. Unlike Uraraka, who was stuck somewhere in between, the prince knew his place. He had his restraints as well. Instead of looking upset or disappointed by it, he’d accepted his role. “And that’s what will be behind any motivation of my father’s choosing for the future queen. As if I have any choice in the matter. He should be talking with the king, not me. It’s just bothersome.”
Though she had never felt any sort of pity for him before, Uraraka thought that rather sad. He was wealthy beyond any imaginable means and would rule this country one day, but there were some things that he would never be able to have. Something as simple as love was not to be in his future. Even if Uraraka found it difficult to form some connections because of her magic, she would at least have a choice. So far, she’d chosen to not consider it at all, focusing on her magic and building her strength, but it wouldn’t have to always be that way.
They continued the rest of the day in relative silence. The guards talked amongst each other while the tradesmen stuck with one another. Midoriya often acted as a go between for all of them, weaving his horse through the group to speak with Iida for updates and then back to where Todoroki rode in silence.
The prince was still aloof as ever, but for the first time, Uraraka noticed something different about him. He was at ease. She’d never realized how tense he was before, but now she saw just how uncomfortable he’d been every time she saw him at court. Out here, he was much more at ease, his body relaxed and his expression one of passive content. He had probably never been far from the castle either now that she thought about it. This trip must have been a chance for him to escape the confines of his royal blood on some level.
As the sun began to set, Iida decided that they would stop and make camp. It was at least a three days journey to the border if nothing came up to stop them or so she’d been told by a knight named Jirou. It was rare for women to be knights, but she had lived on the border of the country and was more familiar with the barbarian tribe than most people. Where she had grown up, fighting had been much more common and it hadn’t mattered what gender you were. A woman could still die by the sword or flame.
Unlike the other highborn members of their group, Prince Todoroki was active in helping set up base camp. He did simple things such as help other pitch their tents before insisting on helping with his own. Naturally, it was larger than the rest and more elaborate as well. She caught a few members of their group gazing at it enviously, but no one said anything. Very few spoke out against the Todoroki family. The king was feared and respected and, despite his harsh rule at times, he was mostly a just king. Uraraka simply didn’t like him, but even she kept her mouth shut.
She was in the process of setting up her own tent when a voice from behind asked her, “Do you require any assistance, my lady?”
Ready to brush off another attempt from one of the knights to engage her, Uraraka huffed and said, “I’m not some hapless maidan.” However, when she turned around, she found herself standing face-to-face with the prince and her face burned a furious pink. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know–” Speaking so brusquely to one of royal blood was a punishable offense. She often spoke sharply to highborns, seeing as how they meant very little to her when put up against her magic, but not to someone like him. “I apologize, Your Grace.”
Todoroki, on the other hand, didn’t seem phased by her behavior in the slightest. “There’s no need to be so formal around me.” That was easy for him to say. He was the bloody crowned prince of the whole kingdom. “I don’t think that you’re hapless. I merely want to make sure I pull my weight around camp.”
“I’m fine, really!” Uraraka insisted. With a simple swirl of her left hand, the tent seemingly pitched itself up with the help of invisible hands. She’d learned to do that a few years ago. Even the simplest magic helped build her strength, so she had to continually use it for even trivial things.
Todoroki’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly. He was very good at hiding how he felt. “You’re the court mage.”
“I wouldn’t say that I’m a mage. That sounds so fancy.” Uraraka held her staff closer to her. “I’m more like a witch, if I’m being honest.”
“I was told that you were a part of my guard,” Todoroki said in such a serious tone. “You were walking nearby the whole time and I didn’t even acknowledge you. I apologize for my rudeness.”
A nervous laugh tumbled out of Uraraka’s lips. She was talking to the prince like it was normal. This was not normal. “It’s not a big deal. I usually tend to keep to myself, even at the castle. I don’t like drawing attention to myself much. It’s…not always positive when I do.”
“Because of your magic?”
Uraraka nodded her head. “Most people find it fascinating and admire it.” She held out her hand and opened it palm up, a ball of light appearing in it as she did. With the sun close to falling down the horizon, the light provided them better vision and she watched the way it glowed in his eyes as he focused on it. “Others though…” The ball of light turned into a swirl of darkness that enveloped her hand and took it out of sight. “It’s a curse, something to be feared. I’m considered little more than a weapon of the kingdom.”
“Have you ever had to use your magic in battle before?” Todoroki’s question was so straightforward that it took her aback. There hadn’t been any fear in his eyes as he’d watched her use her magic. It had been more than curiosity as well. He had looked… Well, it was hard for her to tell what he’d looked like, but his face had been more open than she could ever remember him appearing.
“Once,” Uraraka admitted. “When the neighboring kingdom sent someone to assassinate you.”
Recognition lit up in Todoroki’s eyes as he snapped them back up to hers. “You saved me then?” His gaze was almost too much for her, his mismatched eyes filled with intensity, to the point where she almost took a step back.  She bit her lip, but nodded her head again. “Why was I not made aware of this?”
“Well, your father – the king, I mean – keeps me at the castle for such reasons, but he prefers for me to…not mingle much with the court.” Uraraka shifted uncomfortably on her feet. “I come from a very lowborn family, but was brought to the castle when my powers began to bloom. I suppose there’s not much magic left in these lands, so I’m considered an important tool.”
Todoroki stared at her. “You’re not a tool.” He spoke with such conviction that it nearly knocked the wind out of her chest, as if he had some sort of magic that could do that. Why was he being so nice to her? He was of royal blood. He would be king one day. She might have to fight to the death to protect him, but he didn’t even need to acknowledge her presence. “You are an important member of the royal court and my personal guard and you should be treated as such with the proper respect.”
Uraraka blushed again. “I’m used to it…”
“I’ve heard tale that your magic is extremely powerful,” Todoroki continued, “though I’ve never seen it until now.” He frowned. “I thought…” She found herself leaning in as he trailed off, a troubled look crossing his face. “I’ve seen you around the castle for years. I thought you were a serving girl of some sort. I never even knew…”
“Don’t fret!” Uraraka said hastily. “That appearance was what the king thought was best. If I remained unassuming, I could serve my purpose better.” She smiled. “Besides, who would believe that the kingdom’s most treasured weapon and mage was a young girl?”
When Todoroki stepped forward and took one of her hands in both of his, Uraraka nearly jumped out of her shoes. She might have accidentally zapped them both with a bit of magic, but he didn’t blink. “That’s unacceptable. You shouldn’t be hidden in the dark. If you’re a sign of power, then you should be allowed to show your face to the world.”
She didn’t know what to say. Honestly, she wasn’t sure if she was even capable of words right now. She was beginning to understand why he had such a polarizing effect on many of the highborn girls at court. Not that it meant anything! Uraraka managed to put on a weak smile and say, “Thank you,” if only because there was no way she could get anything else out. Her magic felt like it was burning through her veins and it was all she could do to contain it. Sometimes, her emotions made it go haywire, especially when she was nervous.
“You should eat with us tonight,” Todoroki told her.
That sounded…terrible. She could only imagine eating at a hastily made dining area in the main tent that was serving as a base of sorts with all the other highborns, many of whom sneered at her. Ugh, especially Lord Monoma. He was young like that, but had taken over as the head of his family after his father’s hunting accident. He was one of her main tormentors. She’d love to turn him into a toad, but alas, it would only end badly for her.
“I usually have my meals with Midoriya and Iida,” Todoroki continued before she could answer. “The others are…”
“Grating on the nerves?” Uraraka offered.
A ghost of a smile crossed Todoroki’s face. “I was going to say ‘difficult’, but Midoriya would say that was more appropriate.”
She did get on well with Midoriya and she liked Iida. Both of them were serious about their positions and jobs to protect the prince, but they could be light-hearted and they had always been friendly to her. It would be nice to have a meal with them and be treated as closer to an equal. She was still wary, of course, mostly because the prince would be there, but she had a strange feeling that he was thinking the same thing. Yes, he was above them all, but there would be times when not being treated as such came as a relief.
This journey was a way to feel that for the both of them apparently.
“So, will you join us tonight?” Todoroki asked.
“If you don’t mind,” Uraraka replied.
“I will have Midoriya find you when it’s ready.” Todoroki finally let go of her hand. Uraraka tried not to act like she hadn’t been holding her breath the entire time. “There’s still work to do around camp and I should see to the others.” They could hear someone yelling. It sounded like one of the highborns was displeased about the rate their tent was being set up. Todoroki sighed. “A prince’s duty never ends.”
It was very close to a joke and Uraraka bit back a smile. She gave a small bow, which he returned, and then he gave her his leave, taking off the in the direction of the shouting. As soon as he was out of her sight, Uraraka ducked into her tent and put her face in her hands. She’d talked to the prince! He’d grabbed her hand! He’d invited her to dine with Midoriya and Captain Iida! What was going on? This was definitely going to be an interesting journey.
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polaris [asa&honor]
a piece about my centaur bard, asa, after a battle on the ship that’s been giving him so much grief. features honor, tiefling fighter, and mentions several other members of the party: leliana, silvenesti elf fighter; whitechapel, kagonesti elf ranger; theo, gnome wizard; melric, dwarven cleric; and balgruf, dwarven barbarian.
rating: G warnings: n/a word count: 1972
Asa thinks the closest he's ever been to a miracle is probably Melric when he starts up all his healin’ shindig. Feels like a warm, glowy hug it does, even if it don't get rid of the itchy feeling your skin holds after. Maybe that's just Asa.
Anyway. The second nearest thing had to be Honor. Honor, wrangling a tentacle into position for a perfect shot from Leliana, and in the next breath looking at Asa with those fangs of his bared and yelling out, “On your feet, soldier!” And just - up he got.
Asa can feel a flush fighting for attention on his face as he thinks about it, plucking out a lullaby on his lyre and humming a gentle tune as he sits with the rest of the wounded. Music helps healing. He knows that much. Music's always been good for that.
But the battle. Tentacles. He feels a little embarrassed at his reaction to those words. He'd just been so damn inspired. He'd kicked a tentacle clear of the damn ship, and even though he'd hit his knees right after, it had been worth it for the little flash of pride he'd seen in Honor's eyes.
He lets it play back in his head like he always does, working through the last lingering spats of adrenaline. He sighs as he remembers letting Balgruf slip from his grasp and splash into the dark water below, guilt staining his mood. He lets it linger for exactly ten seconds, counting it out.
(You can be angry, Asa. You can be mad, be sad, be frustrated, be scared. But you can't let it rule you. His Paw had put a hand on his shoulder, looking down at him with that serious glint in his eyes he got when he was trying to tell Asa something important. You have to make sure it's worth it.)
He breathes out. The guilt washes away, and he hums again, eyes closed. Balgruf’s alright, and so’s Whitechapel. All of ‘em are alive. Leliana even survived a nasty bout of friendly fire from the gnome - but Theo wasn't too bad himself, either, once he figured out where to aim.
Almost like clockwork, Asa opens his eyes and looks off to the left. Honor's there, leaning against an undamaged bit of railing, looking towards him. Asa gives him a little smile and a tip of his head, and decides to try a new trick.
《Hey there, partner,》he messages to Honor, hoping he's got the trick of it down right. From the startled look on his face, he can assume that yeah, he's got it.《Y’look a lil’ lonely there, Honor.》
His face scrunches in a way Asa is damn tempted to call adorable, and he hears a faint response in his head, like a whisper on the breeze. 《Asa?》
Honor's voice is a little different over the magic - there's less gravel to it, less of that odd doubled effect, and Asa almost doesn't recognize it.《The one’n only.》He hums a happy little tune, not certain if he sends that too or not. He debates for a moment whether or not to ask, but it won't any question, really. Not when it's Honor. 《You wanna come sit over here a spell? I'm findin’ myself a little lonely over here.》
Honor hesitates for just a moment, but Asa don’t mind. Honor’s always been a private sort of person in the couple of weeks he’s known him (and don’t that just boggle the mind. Weeks, he’s known the man, and he’s letting Honor ride him. Oh, if the herd could see him now.). Asa pauses plucking long enough to pat the deck and grin. Honor folds to the ground next to him, sitting upright and just far enough to not touch him. That’s the other thing, too - Asa ain’t been around a lot of fire-touched in his life, but he’s been around soldiers plenty, and they’re always touchin’ and singin’ and bein’ all about battlefield camaraderie. Did no one let Honor in on that one, the same way he had to figure out he had a smile?
Asa sighs. That just won’t do. He hums a little tune, low and soft, and nudges Honor with his elbow. 《I know ya gotta be achin’ a little bit after all that horsin’ around. Y’ain’t gotta sit so stiff. You can lean up against me - gotta be better than that railin’, too.》
Honor looks up at him with something he can’t name in his eyes - it ain’t fear, no, and it ain’t anger. Something like worry, or maybe even a little like surprise.
(Asa remembers feelin’ like that, too. Like the first time Whitechapel said his name, or the first time someone gave him a hug after he left the herd. Like he forgot what it meant to have people around that cared. It’s a scary feeling. Little bit like hope.
What must Melric feel like all the time? Asa lets the thought fade. He’s got Honor to worry about, right now.)
《Didn’t get hurt too badly,》Honor tells him - but he still, quietly and slowly, scoots a little closer, and every inch feels like a little victory in Asa’s chest. He doesn’t know why he’s so taken with Honor, but it’s a damn fine feeling. The tiefling’s got something about him that makes Asa want to trust him.
Eventually, Honor leans against his side, still stiff as a board, and Asa clicks his tongue, half-admonishment, half-amused. 《I ain’t that bad a pillow, am I?》Honor looks a little guilty at that, and Asa grimaces. 《Hey now, don’t worry about it. We’re worryin’ ‘bout feelin’ better right now.》
He breathes in, out, letting his shoulders fall, and starts singing.
It ain't real loud - Asa doesn't do loud, not for this. This is for healing. Sylvan’s easy as breathing to speak, and easier to sing, ‘specially for this. “Soft as a lover's sigh, softer than a lover’s kiss / as lover’s breath in lover’s ear, to thee I whisper this.”
He don’t make a real habit of singing like this. Music’s got a magic all it’s own, and Asa thinks of it like hearing his own heartbeat and playing along to it for everyone else. It’s all emotion. When he needs something to go down in a fight, an insult’ll do just as well as a song. He doesn’t think he’s sang for any of his companions yet, ‘cept for Whitechapel. It’s something - personal. When you really want something to stick.
“I’ve loved you years and years before, and years and years to come / from frozen peak to ocean shore, for thee I’ll see it done.”
And there it is. Asa can feel that warmth in his chest like a flower; and there’s another spot of it, too, leaning against his side. Honor’s always so warm to the touch - Asa’s struck by it whenever he touches the fire-touched, and he thinks he understands why they’re called that, now. Around him, the pained gasps and little pained movements begin to cease, easing into something more restful, less wounded.
Even Honor feels more relaxed at his side. Asa keeps singing. (“Dragons rage and roar and kill, and steal your heart from me / but never fear, my sweetest love, I’ll always rescue thee,” his mama sang, and Asa let his head rest on her back, drowzy in the afternoon sunlight.)
He hasn’t thought about his herd, his parents this much in years. Hasn’t seen them in nearly the same. Wars are hard to keep touch in. He doesn’t even know if they’re still alive.
He sings ‘till the song is done, and sags when it’s over. He forgot how much that takes out of him. He shuffles his legs beneath him, just a little - they’re starting to get that prickly feelin’ that means he’s been sittin’ too long. He thinks about getting up and going below decks, but -
- but, he hears the softest little sigh, and feels Honor relaxed against his side. He turns to look at him, and the tiefling has an arm on Asa’s back, his head pillowed against it. His eyes are shut, and his breathing is slow and even.
Well. Asa doesn’t like going below decks, anyway. They can stay out a little longer.
He looks up at the stars. It takes him a minute, but he can find her just fine - a quintet of stars that makes a harp in the sky. His Pa taught him that one. He watches her twinkle - imagines she's winking at him from the sky, and he tips his head and gives her a wink in return, just because he can.
“What are you - winking at?” He hears Honor growl behind him, and Asa flashes him a wink and a smile, too. Not as asleep as he thought, then.
“Nothing but the stars,” he says, and nods his head up. “See? They’re winkin’ at us, too. Thought I’d return the favor.”
Honor - smiles, and Asa doesn’t need to wonder why he’s been thinking of home so much. “Stars don’t wink.” Honor’s voice is deadpan, but Asa’s in on the joke, now, and it seems they’ve made their own space - ain’t no sea, ain’t no ship, just them and the stars watching each other.
“Sure they do!” Asa exclaims, flabbergasted. “See? Look up there! Each’n every twinkle - I swear on my coat that’s a wink. The stars are the biggest flirts in the world, up there winkin’ at us all the time.” He points to the harp, and almost as if on cue, two of the stars seem to almost dim and then sparkle once more in the sky.
Honor looks up, not bothering to straighten where he’s laying half on Asa’s back. “I still don’t think they’re winking.”
“We’ll just have to agree to disagree, hm? And when we get up there, we’ll see who’s right.” Asa gives him a wide smile, leaning down to nudge him with his elbow. He hesitates for half a second, unsure if the contact is welcome -
Fuck it, he thinks, and wraps an arm around Honor’s shoulders instead. It’s an impressive contortion of his upper torso, but he lets the near-hug drag on for a long moment before he pulls himself upright once more. “We should get back below decks. Steal a few winks o’sleep while we can. Supposed to make land tomorrow, right?”
“Right,” Honor says, and it seems a little distant. He must be more tired than he let on.
“C’mon, partner.” Asa wiggles his rear, making Honor sit up straight, and then cants up on unsteady legs. After a moment, he gets his feet under him and offers a hand to the soldier on the ground.
Honor takes it, and they make their way back to the corral. Asa peels out of his maille - he has to get Honor’s help to pull the back off his horse half, which is always an adventure - and folds his coat right’n proper. With his hat laying on top, he grabs the two little stubs of cotton he’s kept in his shirt pocket and plugs ‘em in his ears.
He glances over at Honor and sees him looking over. He unplugs one of his ears and smiles back at him. “G’nite, partner. We did good today, right?”
Honor takes a second to smile back, but when he does - well, Asa thinks it might be the best one yet. “Yeah. We did good, I think.”
“Awright!” He pumps a hand in the air, and grins wide. “We’ll keep bein’ heroes in the mornin’. Right now, I’m gonna sleep until we hit land. Don’t wake me till we see birds.”
He gives Honor a wink, too, and plugs his ear again - but not before he hears a quiet, gravelly “Goodnight, Asa.”
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OMG PROMPTS YOU ARE AMAZING AND I LOVE YOU. wintershock nobility #1???
@bloomsoftly PROMPTS TIMES YES!! ALL OF THE
Prompt: Nobility themed, #1,  “Your country’s trying to take over/annex my country and you’re making it difficult to hate you because you’re so nice and attractive stop it”
Pairing: Bucky x Darcy
Rating: T
Notes: Nobility/Fantasy AU
“So he’s arrived today at court. At the palace. My palace,” Darcy said, turning to her Advisor.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” he replied.
Darcy frowned. She heard many things of this Prince James Buchanan Barnes and she was mostly certain none of it could be true.
Just the other morning, she’d hid in the corridor to listen to the maids talking about him as they were dusting in the music room.
“I heard he and his brother led their army over the Northern Pass during a blizzard and did not lose one man,” Ingrid said breathlessly.
“I heard he fought off a dozen men with his bare hands and won. And that a wizard gave him an enchanted arm of silver and his brother hair of gold,” Emmaline added in an awed whisper. “…They – they call him the Winter Soldier.” Then in a softer, dreamier voice, “They say he’s as tall and strong as a bear and his eyes are like glaciers.”
“Why, Emmaline! You naughty girl!” teased Ingrid.
“Oh, hush!” giggled Emmaline and Darcy left after that, leaving the girls to the rest of their work.
In the receiving room, Darcy now waited for that fearsome sounding man. He’d probably arrive cloaked in bearskin and covered in dirt or something, the barbarian.
“Well. There’s nothing to be done about that, I suppose.” She stood in a rustle of silk and faille then glided her hands over the front of her gown, over tiny pearls and embroidered roses.
“We’ll just have to throw him in the dungeon,” she continued breezily, flipping her curls over her shoulder. “The dark one. With all the spiders.”
Coulson merely raised one brow and intoned drily, “You know we don’t have dungeons.”
“Then I’ll build one! I’m the Queen! At least for a little while longer. I can definitely build a dungeon where some snivelly little Prince from an invading country can rot forever in the dark! Write that down, Coulson – a dark dungeon!”
“Might I remind you that you signed the Treaty and invited him here? And that the country needs the force of his armies?”
But Darcy was on a roll and elected to ignore Coulson’s logic. She tapped a finger to her chin. “Oooh! The Rack! Let’s bring back the Rack!”
“No, Your Majesty.”
“Not even a little one? Just for his legs or something?”
Coulson let out one long-suffering sigh.
If it was meant to chastise her, Darcy wouldn’t know. She’d heard that sigh for most of her life and was immune to it by now.
It was actually Sigh #21. Not as serious as Sigh #1 (The “You Must Stop That This Instant You Are the Leader of Your Country” Sigh) nor as lighthearted as Sigh #32 (The “You Amuse Me, But I’ll Never Say It” Sigh).
“Please, please, be civil. The welcome dinner is tonight – “
“Seat him between the Baroness Mowbray and the Duke Thornton. Perhaps he’ll flee the country out of sheer boredom.”
“And must I remind you that he has large armies and gold which our country needs at the moment?”
Darcy glared at him, then after realizing that she wasn’t going get any reaction other than his usual placidness, turned to glare at the dour portrait of her great-great-grandmother.
“Yes,” she ground out. “That’s the second time in five minutes you’ve mentioned that. He deserves the spidery dungeons. Who does he think he is?! We’ve always been neutral and we haven’t needed his stupid army or his stinking gold or his dumb – “
“Your Majesty –“
“Stupid face –“
“Your Majesty –“
“Or his so-called magical –“
“DARCY.”
“Yes, Coulson,” Darcy sighed, turning. “Oh!”
Standing there slightly behind Coulson was a man who could not be anyone other than the Prince.
Prince James was tall, but not as tall as a bear. His shoulders were broad under his black coat. His eyes, though – his eyes were a steely grey-blue, seeming even more light due to his dark brown hair that framed his face. He had obviously not had time to groom, but the days of growth on face only served to accent his already angular jawline, the slight dimple in his chin.
And Darcy could only think to herself, oh, if Emmaline only knew.
“If I am to be thrown in the dungeon, might I beg of the Queen that it be one without spiders? I don’t like spiders.”
“I – I am very sorry. You weren’t meant to hear that.”
Prince James’ lips twitched.
“Yes. I figured.”
“Won’t you please sit?” She shakily gestured to one of the two armchairs. The tea and pastries set up by Coulson were already on the table.
In the awkward silence, Darcy chastised her stupid mouth for running away from her yet again, and busied herself by pouring them both tea.
“I want to – I am here because…Thank you,” Prince James said haltingly, so unlike the smooth, pretty words offered to her by her courtiers.
“It seemed that I did not have much choice,” Darcy answered unable to keep the sadness from weighing down her tone. She’d promised herself that she would cede gracefully, but the thought of a foreign power in her land, her home, made her heart ache.
“I know,” he said, in a voice so low and gentle she strained a little to hear him. “I won’t make you regret it just the same. We need all the assistance we can get. Schmidt’s navy is, as we speak, sailing through the Sapphire Sea.”
Darcy gasped. “So soon?” she asked, heart thumping. And so close?
“Yes. And my men have received intelligence that he could be at your western borders within a month.”
Darcy put down her teacup with a shaking hand.
“But I promise you,” the Prince said, “I promise that he won’t be able to set foot here. Schmidt doesn’t fight honorably, but by the gods, we won’t let him take this part of our continent.”
Darcy clasped her hands tightly together in her lap. Prince James placed one large hand over hers. His calloused skin was warm and the weight a comfort.
From across the room, a soft, polite cough sounded. Coulson.
“I’m sorry.” He quickly drew his hand away. “Please forgive me, I’m unused to…well, all of this.”
“I admit I’ve never seen you or your family at our court.”
“The Barnes’ are – were – a smaller cadet branch. Then my father’s cousin died without an heir, and suddenly I’m being pulled out of military school to attend a proper boarding school. Someone hands me a title and so here I am.” He shifted uncomfortably. Then under his breath, “In this damned jacket which my valet tells me is exquisite but is actually extremely uncomfortable.”
Darcy was unable to help her huff of laughter. “It is a very fine jacket,” she reassured him. “And you look very…” she trailed off, any number of words filling her head.
Fantastic. Handsome. Dashing.
“Yes?”
“Nice. Good. You look good in the jacket.”
Prince James had a tease at the corners of his easy smile. “Why thank you, Your Highness.”
“Darcy,” she said, surprising herself a little. “I’ve threatened to imprison you, so I think I should allow you the use of my name.”
“Alright, Darcy. Please call me James.”
“Well, James, I hear much about you. Is any of it true?”
“Much of it is exaggeration.”
“What of your brother? Is he as fierce a fighter as I’ve heard?”
“Well, that part is true. Sometimes I have to pull him out of fights.”
“And other times?”
“And other times I join in,” he admitted with a chuckle and a sideways glance.
“And leading your army through a blizzard?”
“It was…a small blizzard?”
He was downright bashful, and Darcy found herself smiling into her teacup. “Well, wizards don’t exist so that part of your lore cannot be true.”
James laughed. “So we’ve heard the same tales. The only person who gave my brother his golden hair is our mother.”
“And I know you can’t possibly have a silv-“ but then Darcy’s eyes alighted on James’ left hand, covered in a black leather glove. “I – Oh, I mean –“ she stuttered.
James only smiled ruefully and pulled off the glove, revealing his silver hand. Darcy couldn’t help her intake of breath. “The silver arm is real but I’m afraid no wizard was kind enough to gift it to me or enchant it.” He swallowed audibly. “This was from a run-in with Schmidt’s men. You see now what I mean when I say that he won’t fight honorably. They do not believe in such things. All other countries until now have honored the neutrality of yours. He won’t. He doesn’t care. Your land, your people, are a means to an end.”
“What – what end?” Darcy asked even though it was with a sickening feeling that she already knew.
“He wants to conquer the world.” Then he leaned forward and looked at her with those ice blue eyes, solemn and serious again. “This treaty – Please don’t think this won’t mean everything to us - to my country, and to my men. Your promise of safe passage and the resources your lands and your people can provide…It is everything to us.”
The way he was looking at her��Darcy’s heart beat a hard rhythm against her bodice and she felt her face warm.
“Yes. Of course. It’s – it’s why I signed the treaty, James.”
“I am grateful every day for it,” James said softly. “Oh, yes. I’ve brought you something,” he said, almost mischievous. “In thanks for your kindness.” He looked to Coulson, who was standing patiently at the door, and nodded. Coulson then spoke a few words to the guards beyond.
In a moment, two guards were lugging in a smallish chest. It was lacquered onyx and was covered with sterling designs of waves and stars. There were bars at the top and when she glanced at her guards they looked strangely apprehensive.
Still, she knew that nothing inside would be truly dangerous. Not with Coulson and his team double and triple checking everything for her.
James carried in the box the rest of the way and placed it at her feet.
She reached down and unlatched the heavy gold hinge.
She expected gold coins or maybe jewels - necklaces or earrings or tiaras that were usually gifted to Queens. But when she opened the box the little thing that blinked back at her drew the breath from her lungs.
“A – a dragon!” Darcy exclaimed, overjoyed.
The young dragon, sighting Darcy, squirmed out its cage, and flew-hopped up to land itself in her skirts. Satisfied at the softness of her dress, it folded back its leathery wings and stared at her with inquisitive black eyes.
She took in its shimmering grey-white scales and the bright blue tips of its wings with awe.
“Oh, it’s beautiful,” she breathed. Hesitantly, she put out her hand. It sniffed at her for a moment then let her scratch lightly at its neck. “I’ll name it…”
Then the dragon opened its tiny mouth, revealing a series of little white teeth still on their way to being fangs, and attempted a roar. What resulted was a loud, raspy chirp that ended with a small burst of blue, crackling lightening emitted from its mouth, then disappeared just as quickly.
Darcy jolted in response then laughed delightedly. “I’ll name it Taser!”
In response, Taser cooed several times, blinked slowly, and curled up in her lap.
“A strange name, but it seems she likes it.”
“She? How wonderful. I always need more strong women beside me.” Darcy petted Taser along her spine, and Taser arched into her touch. “Thank you, James.”
“You’re very welcome.”
They chatted for a while after that. He told her of allies he’d made on his journey (an archer with impeccable aim, a man who could run so fast he was a mere blur), and she told him of her country – of the endless groves of oranges in the south, of how her cousin Jane’s work in the east made the entire area a center of learning for women and men both.
When word was received that Prince James’ quarters were ready, James took his leave but not before clasping her hand and bowing somewhat stiffly. When he smiled at her, she found herself smiling back.
“Well, Your Majesty? Shall I summon the builders to begin digging a foundation for the dungeons?” Coulson asked, when they alone. “Or does the Prince live another day?”
“He lives another day,” Darcy said, hiding her pinking cheeks behind a fall of hair. She trailed her hand down the smooth scales of the young dragon now perched on her shoulder. It purred loudly in her ear. “And as for the dinner tonight?”
“Yes, Your Majesty?”
“Please sit him next to me.”
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fandomhop · 7 years
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My New The Adventure Zone AU Concept; AU where everything is mostly the same except that the THB have different classes!
[Trust me guys, I’ve been a lot of thought into the idea of ‘what if the Tres Horny Boys were different classes,’ and I have to say, I really needed to share the idea with you guys!]
[I’ve nicknamed the AU Concept Swap Boys.]
[Now, I say AU Concept because it’s technically not one AU, but at least three AUs! Each AU Concept is separated by different themes, and they are under the read more because I’m not sure that anyone would want a big post like this on their blog. There’s also a small chart in there. It does nothing but show and compare the class options.]
[Disclaimer: I will be honest, I based my answers on how the character are now in this universe, but with alterations. I can fully understand that it’s completely possible that, in the universe where these class choices were canon, then Taako, Merle and Magnus would have been completely different characters, but since we don’t live in that universe, my choices are closer to canon then the universe where it would be canon, so HA!]
[Added Disclaimer: No bracket speak past the read more. Normal typing only. No brackets means serious business.]
[One More Disclaimer: My thought process goes everywhere. Be wary of that.]
[PS: If you make anything for this, please tag me so I can see it and also please tag it as #Swap Boys. Thank you and enjoy.]
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Canon Boys
You already know what Canon Boys are like. If you don’t, please refer to The Adventure Zone for reference.
Wild Boys (Wild being a word that kinda connects to each of these boys)
Taako the Sorcerer
He is a Wild Magic sorcerer, because it’s super fitting for him
His skin is blue. “Why,” you may ask? There’s two answers to that.
There is a a Wild Magic Surge effect that makes your skin “a vibrant shade of blue” that can be dismissed (according to the Wild Magic Surge chart I have with me here) with remove curse
*Taako voice, to Magnus and Merle, neither how can learn remove curse* Do either of you chuckle-fucks know Remove Curse? No? I did think so.
Sorcerers and Wizards have the same hit die, so Taako would still be as fashionable as he is now. Whatever the definition of Taako’s fashion sense is in canon to you does not change here.
Taako would totes use the sorcery points/metamagic system regularly.
Merle the Druid
A good ol’ crunchy nature boy
only flaw with druid Merle is that he can’t learn Zone of Truth
big plus is that he’s more connected to Pan, since he’s a true nature boy
I made up my mind and Merle’s Druid Circle would totes be Circle of the Moon. 
No, it’s not just BOB is on the moon. It’s also because of the shape shifting  
Magnus the Barbarian
“Magnus Rushes In”? no no no. Magnus Rages In
Despite that bomb-ass pun, Magnus does not go down the Path of the Berserker, but instead the Path of the Totem Warrior
Guess what his totem spirit is?
It’s the Bear
Did you guess the Bear?
If you didn’t guess bear then I don’t know how to react.
Oh goodness I just read the bit were PotTW barbarians can cast speak with animals as a ritual and the thought of Magnus talking to nature made me inexplicably happy
Other Boys (Though you could call them Cool Boys instead)
Taako the Rogue
Taako would be, of course, an Arcane Trickster
Like he’s not already one in canon
I imagine that, since this Taako’s not 110% a magic boy, and is only 79% a magic boy, he would be more of an archer
Yes, Taako is still good out here. 
He’d still be like kind of a wizard, seeing as Arcane Tricksters also use INT for spell casting
Merle the Paladin
Being a paladin is like being a Cleric, but beefier.
Before you panic, paladins can learn Zone of Truth
Do you think that Paladin Merle would actually use his battleaxe proficiency in this AU?
I made myself sad thinking about it again
Merle’s Scared Oath would be Oath of the Ancients
Kindle the Light. Shelter the Light. Preserve You Own Light. Be the Light
Sounds like Merle
I love thinking about how much I love Merle
Magnus the Ranger
If you think I chose Magnus as a ranger for any reason other than “Magnus could summon a lot of dogs” then you don’t know how much I want Magnus to have a dog.
On one hand, Magnus is a tactician and would have Hunter as his archetype, but on the other hand you can’t tell me he wouldn’t go down the beast master path and have himself a dog companion
Conjure Animals is a 2nd level Ranger spell. One of the options is to summon Eight (8) beasts of challenge rating 1/4 or lower. Mastiffs are a beast with a challenge rating of 1/8, which is lower than 1/4. Mastiffs are giant dogs
Magnus: Hey, Madam Director, remember that rule about not having dogs on the moon?
Lucretia: MagnUS NO
*The sound of 8 mastiffs barking can be heard all over the moon base*
I always laugh at this mental image
Someone please make fan art of this
TAZ:N Swap Boys (Named so because the Characters in TAZ: Nights (Or TAZ: Knights if you prefer) have these classes)
Taako the Bard
Taako, as a character, would be perfect as a bard. He’s a (former) entertainer of the masses and he’s kind of charismatic
He’d be in the College of Lore
...
My headcanon is that Angus (in canon) is actually a bard
*soft gasp* What would singing Taako sound like?
Taako would be the team healer instead.
Bard Taako could learn Zone of Truth, but he’d probably stick to using insight checks more often than not.
Merle the Warlock
... The Archfey Pact is kinda like Merle’s thing with Pan. It’s nature themed, for sure
I honestly can’t figure out what pact boon he would take
Chain: It would be an Owl, of course.
Blade: The neat thing about this is that the name of the pact is a misnomer, and that it actually means that he could use any melee weapon. IE, he could summon a leafy looking Smusher or Lil Choppy
Tome: ... hmm, maybe not that one?
You can’t say that Merle couldn’t still be a Panite as a warlock, but you can say that he wouldn’t be a man of the cloth.
Still can’t cast Zone of Truth 
Magnus the Monk
Magnus, as a monk, would learn the Way of the Open Hand
...Maybe Way of Shadow
Sneaky sneaky Magnus
I feel like be weird for Magnus to not be wearing armor
Hi, it’s me from the future, and let me promise you that while Monk Magnus would be in less armor than Canon Magnus, he gets to do some cool ass shit as a monk that makes up for that
He would probably still multi-class with rogue, like in canon
TAZ:K Swap Boys (AKA I can’t quite make my mind up with this group and I shifted everything to the left)
Taako the Warlock
Listen. The Warlock class is weird as balls, and the idea of Taako being a warlock is intriguing to me
I can’t figure what pact he’d make though
The Fiend
No, not the fiend; this is Taakko, not Lup
No, but it would totes work, because Fiend warlocks get cool shit like Dark One’s Blessing and Dark One’s Own Luck
Well...
Plus the whole Lup thing works too! Because she’s fire and shit, and Fiend Warlocks are all about fire and shit! It’ll totes work!
...Fuck. Fine, but if otherwise, Taako would probably be Archfey or something
fine fine
NO WAIT FUCK, he’d more be with The Great Old One
Or the Archfey, because of Blink
He’d probably pick Pact of the Tome
Merle the Monk
Merle is a man of the cloth in canon, but now he’s a man in cloth
You can either hate me for making that pun, or pity laugh with me
I feel like Merle would go down the Way of the Four Elements
... okay, so in canon Merle has “a blood sugar thing” and I just noticed that at level 15, a monk can get Timeless Body, which would make it that he doesn’t need to eat anymore. More so, at level 13, he can learn Tongue of the Sun and Moon, which means that he would be able to understand and be understood by all languages-
FUCK MAN! Monk Merle is sounding cooler and cooler by the second, the more I read this thing!
He still can’t cast Zone of Truth as a monk though, so...
Magnus the Bard
Okay, so in episode 50, it’s mentioned that Magnus knows a little bit on playing a musical instrument, and one of the thoughts that have come to me since then is “Magnus as a Bard” and now I can’t not bring it up
Just imagine it, if you will
He would be in the College of Valor, because of course he would; he’s already so full of valor and inspiration as his is in canon
The Folk Hero who can sing his own stories if he needed to
He and Johann, a fellow bard, would get along so well
He could write his own songs to give to the Voidfish
Imagine him singing a love ballad to Julia on their wedding day~
You can now cry and hate me for making you think of that
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