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flakatita · 3 months
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Un pour tous, tous pour un!
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Donald as Athos, Panchito as Porthos, José as Aramis
The AU that I am surprised I have not seen a lot of! Moreso basing this on the novel by Alexandre Dumas, one of my favorites of all time <3 more to come for this AU, for sure...
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greypetrel · 2 years
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One for an ambush!
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More Three Musketeers? More Three Musketeers.
They were lucky they didn’t have to travel to Ferelden to retrieve the lost locket and save the Queen from a quicker demise, am I right?
Well here we are, as usual these days I wrote something about it. I may indulge in a full AU, this is much more a retelling with period-appropriate clothing (and Cassandra in a dress because the idea was funny).
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At two in the morning, our three brave adventurers barged out of the Empress’ private quarters running back to the ballroom. They ran in the dark corridors in a tense silence: they had already bested so many ambushes that expecting another only seemed natural. They were all tired, and even Dorian couldn’t pretend anymore he was having fun at the Winter Palace, and had stopped trying to lighten the mood up two rooms ago.
All was silent, except for them: fretful steps echoing in the rich corridors covered in golden stuccos, heavy breathing and Cassandra’s shield making her dress frush whilst she ran, and the Seeker grumbling about it, irritated still after the whole evening. Aisling had the elven locket well secured in her tailored bodice -not so proper and retrieving it would surely cause some gasps if she wasn’t cautious about it, but she was more confident not to lose it that way, pockets just didn’t seem so secure in the chance of fighting. She had finally made her decision, the locket was crucial for her plans and time was running out. She caught sight of Cole, appearing near a glass door a little before them, and she need no further indication to correct her steps and run towards the spirit boy. She knew her friends would have followed.
She was almost at the door when the Anchor on her left hand activated, sending a jolt of electricity up her nerves. She hissed in discomfort and stopped abruptly, big skirt frushing in protest, clutching her left fist and holding her arm close to her chest. She could hear her heart thumping in her ears as she caught her breath and waited for the pain to subside a little. It wasn’t the constant background pain of Haven, when the Breach had been open and the mark itched constantly, but when she approached some rifts, it spiked and flared and for a couple of minutes it burned very uncomfortably. Which right now meant-
“Are you ok darling?” Dorian asked, in a low voice as he panted and caught his breath, rubbing her back nonetheless. Her dress was so tailored she couldn’t exactly feel it much, but she appreciated the gesture anyway, soothing as it was.
“Yes. It’s better now, I’m ok. But-“ She replied, and she was sincere.
“But, if there’s a rift, we found the assassin.” Cassandra concluded. She knew by now that it was her way of caring: just acting and doing things for you so you could rest. She turned and smiled at her, nodding in agreement.
“Well, saved us the trouble of slipping in yet another wing of the palace and get even more sweaty.” Dorian added, shrugging it off with sarcasm.
“Pride, sneer, she thinks she has won, dreams of a crowned head in a sea of blood, everything burns but she laughs at it.” Cole added his own.
“So it’s a she.”
Aisling huffed, lowering her arm and flexing her fingers to get used to the prickling of the Anchor, its green light casting an eerie glow on the marble pavement -who had marble as floor?- and on the red satin of her outer skirt, her right hand grabbing her staff more securely.
“I think I have an idea of whom she may be.” She added, grimly.
She casted glances first to Dorian, who smiled at her and nodded, signalling he was ready; then to Cole, who still looked paler than usual in the discomfort of so many people around, but whose blue eyes shone with determination. Lastly she looked at Cassandra, who looked as pristine as ever -and very weird in the dress that Josephine had forced her to wear- and still unstoppable even after hours of sneaking and fighting, and was the first to speak.
“Ready when you are, Inquisitor.”
“Let’s go kick some more asses.”
“Ready, eager, a last bout of energy. Let this end here.”
She smiled at them all, she wanted a group hug so bad, but there wasn’t time right now. Not if they wanted to save the Empress. That locket had to return to the ruler, and then she would have hugged them all. Right now, words would have to do.
“I’m glad it’s you kicking asses with me, my friends. One for all.”
“And all for one.” Cassandra replied, smiling with amusement at the quotation.
Aisling straightened her spine, put on her best Inquisitor face and marched out of the glass doors in the little courtyard. As she was imagining, there was a last ambush waiting for them. Duchess Florianne smiled at her, and after some -very stupid- confession of her being the mastermind behind the assassination attempt, left her to fend off a Fade Rift.
It was indeed time for another dance: this time, tho, it was her favourite steps, and with some of her favourite people. She raised her staff and let thunder and lightning dance with them.
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When you -M'lady DeWinter- become embroiled in a plot to kill your benefactor, Francis Castille and Mattias Murdeaux the famed musketeers become your close allies in a fight for justice. Will you expose the culprit? And will an old flame be rekindled?
Rating: M
Tags/warnings: swashbuckling, swearing, some allusions to smut, poisoning, Matt being a sassy lil bitch.
Author's note: okay, this is the three musketeers inspired thing I started months ago. Ugh I think it's kinda shit, only lightly edited so apologies for any mistakes. Not entirely sure if I'll continue it but never say never. Also no apologies for the names 😂
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"Sir Francis." You greet him curtly as he holds his dagger at your throat. He grunts then chuckles as he feels the return press of your own blade firm against his inner thigh.
"M'lady."
It's a standoff between two of the dirtiest fighters in the country and neither of you wants to submit.
"What are you doing here? It's not like you to want to visit me." he asks.
Even though it's been some years, there's still a tinge of hurt in his tone. You were ready to marry, to settle down together as husband and wife but when it almost came to the day you told him you couldn't, you didn't want to be chained to someone. You realised you valued your freedom too much.
He'd pleaded of course, tried everything to assure you that was not what marriage was, especially not for the two of you, that he'd never want to cage you, but your own fears seemed so deep rooted and complex you wouldn't change your mind. He'd begged. Imagine that, one of the greatest fighters, greatest thieves, brought to his knees for love. It hurt him, hurt for a long time but he had found it within him to forgive you.
You shrugged, "Oh I'm just passing through, on a small errand for a friend, you know."
Frank grunted again. "Likely story."
"It's true, and speaking of which, we can't stay here all day, I've got places to be. What do you say, withdraw on three?" you suggest, brows raised.
"I seem to remember you used to enjoy being underneath me," he smirks.
You scoffed, "that was a long time ago, things change, and besides you're heavier than you used to be!" You mocked, making a show of huffing and struggling slightly as he finally relented. You pushed him off and rolled to your feet, twirling your knife before it disappeared back up your sleeve.
"Seems the royal guard is suiting you a little too well Frank."
He gracefully got to his feet and sheathed his weapon. "Oh it's all muscle my dear, I can you show you if you like?"
"Stop it."
Frank smiled and shrugged, "can't help a man for trying, you haven't changed a bit, as beautiful as ever."
You rolled your eyes.
"At least join me for a drink, love?" Frank tries, and you sigh and take his offered arm.
"Urgh, alright. Just one though."
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"God, you're better than I remember Francis..."
"And you're louder than I remember..."
Of course one drink had turned into several and even you, as cool and collected as you were, couldn't resist Frank's charms, and he'd talked you all the way back into his bed. You lay tangled together as the sun started to appear over the horizon.
Frank hummed as you scratched at his beard and ran your fingers through his hair, longer than you had seen it before.
"I like this. Suits you."
He grins, "gives me an air of authority I reckon."
You stretch your sore but sated body out on the sheets and sigh, "I still don't understand why you work for that slime, you know." You'd never liked the idea of Fisq as king, in the public eye he seemed calm and diplomatic in his style of reign, but you knew he cut deals with criminals and favoured the use of mercenaries like you to get his dirty work done. You'd opted out however, didn't like the taste of it and stayed well away. Of course that meant you had to find work elsewhere but sometimes it ended up bringing you closer than you'd prefer.
"It pays well," Frank says, idly stroking your side, "and it means I don't need to run." He looks at you pointedly.
You groaned, "like I can stop, they'll hang me if they ever get their hands on me."
"Not if you give this back..." Frank reached for the luminous sapphire sparkling between your breasts. Your current little errand. "Yes you'd be tried and spend some time in the gaol but, after that you'd be safe, you could stay."
You pushed yourself up on your elbows. "With you? Here at the palace, have a happy ending huh? No gaol can hold me for long, and you know I've stolen a great deal more than just this little trinket... Francis, it wouldn't just be a couple of years, I would be executed. Hell, it's even stupid of me being here, I'm right under his nose."
"I can talk to the Cardinal, he has influence over the court..."
"Too much if you ask me. Anyway I can't have you brown tonguing that bastard, where's your sense of honour? You can't beg forgiveness for someone like me and still serve the king. You can't have it both ways."
"You're so fucking-" He swung out of bed and paced to the window, bracing his palms on either side of the wooden frame, the fact you were right causing his jaw to twitch.
You sat up against the headboard, admiring his well muscled bare back and ass in the early morning light. "Frustrating?"
"Just a touch." He answered, turning over his shoulder to smirk at you.
Just then, a light rap at the door sounded and it immediately swung open.
"Ahh, there you are, should have known you'd had a hard night's whoring..." Mattias swept into the room and then suddenly halted, cleared his throat and bowed deep.
"Oh M'lady! Do forgive me, I only just caught your delicate perfume... how wonderful to have you in our presence again after so long."
You pulled the sheets around you like a gown, covering the pendant, even though you knew he couldn't 'see' in the traditional sense, he had this uncanny skill of noticing things. Plus you had some modesty.
"Matti, darling," you rose to meet him, kissing both cheeks. "I know that's bullshit but thank you for trying."
Matt gave you a simpering smirk and then turned to Frank. "Hurry up Castille, you're already late. The King wishes to meet with the Cardinal at his residence, which means we've got a morning of standing around roasting our arses off in the sun."
Frank poured water from the jug into the basin on the washstand. "Shit."
"Sounds like you boys are living the high life here, don't you miss the rather more thrilling adventures we used to have?" you mocked.
Frank just grunted. You watched him with quiet adoration as he quickly washed and dressed. He did look so very good in the Musketeer garb.
Mattias hooked the chain of the sapphire around your neck with his finger while you were distracted, pulling it from its hiding place and rolling it in his hand.
"Nice gem. A little too nice for you though?"
You glared at him knowing he could feel it.
He ignored your ire. "So who are you getting your mitts dirty for this time?" he asked, cocking his head.
"The Duchess Marianna. She wanted her wedding gift returned. The king took it from her when she left him."
"Aww," Matt mocked, "for shame. I guess having her brother killed was a step too far."
You pulled the jewel away from his grasp and walked back to sit on the bed. "Yes, however I think she had made up her mind long before then."
"No chance for a reconciliation?"
"I doubt that. It depends how far he's willing to go to win her back..."
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"Castille what are you playing at?" Matthias quizzed him as they walked the corridors of the palace.
"Don't know what you mean." Frank huffed.
"I mean her, you're together again? You know she's the definition of trouble."
"No we're not... together, we're just-"
"Fucking?"
"No. I mean... we're just..."
"Well it certainly smelled like that to me you dog. You know she'll never change." he snorted, "I can't believe you've forgiven her after what she did... even I haven't, out of friendship and respect for you!"
"Murdeaux, it wasn't you she left. I still love her. I'm gonna get her to stay this time."
"Christ Castille, you know she won't, she can't! And you can't expect her to change for you either."
"Maybe I want to change, maybe I'm fucking sick of serving people like that cunt the Cardinal."
"Fucking hell, do be careful what you say, you know he has spies everywhere."
Frank grunted. "Anyway she's right, I do miss the times before. We weren't beholden to anyone, could do whatever and go wherever we wanted, truly free."
"Take those pussy-tinted spectacles off and stop thinking with your cock, she's bewitched you again!"
"Oh do shut up. And anyway, I was the one that seduced her, she wasn't even interested, at first..."
"Francis, you're such a sap. Don't say i didn't warn you."
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After a cool bath to soothe his aching body from being in the burning sun all day, Frank retired to bed. He wasn't surprised you were gone when he returned but it didn't make it any easier. He shifted around trying to get comfortable but his pillow felt too lumpy. When he reached underneath his fingers caught the slinky feel of a chain. He pulled it out - it was the sapphire. You'd wrapped a note around it, and his eyes drank up your swirling script as if it were a balm.
I knew if I left the necklace you'd know I'm not playing with you when I say I do miss you, I miss us.
I'll be at the masquerade ball tomorrow evening, I know you'll be working there. Think about what I said, we can have some more adventures?
M.
Frank wrapped the necklace in a kerchief and stuffed it in his uniform pocket that was hanging over the chair, then he laid down and dreamt of you.
They might have been on duty at the ball but that didn't mean they couldn't participate. Matt had gone for a simple black scarf tied around his eyes while Frank's mask was bone white, the top half of a skull, the sockets framing his dark eyes. He scanned the room for you from his post at the top of the large room.
It didn't take him long to find you. You were completely dripping in green, a long flowing dress, your waist corseted tight with a brown belt that held a small leather pouch, your breasts almost spilling out the top of the bodice which was crossed diagonally by another leather strap which held a quiver with some small toy arrows. Your mask was a matching green with a long red feather sweeping back and up from your temple. Frank grinned and shook his head, little thief that you were. He walked over to you.
"M'lady Hood," he whispered, bowing low and sweeping his hat.
"Sir Francis. Do you like it?" You smiled and curtsied, swishing your skirt around.
He took your hand and kissed it. "I do. Very much."
You slipped your arm around his and into step beside him taking a turn about the room. He was a big man, and handsome. Some of the other ladies cast slight jealous glances at you as you passed but you ignored them and he didn't even notice, he was too engrossed in you.
"How did you get an invite, if you don't mind my asking?"
You grinned, "the same way I got into the treasury... just a little sweet talking."
"Hmm, that silver tongue of yours, dangerous."
"You didn't mind it last night."
Frank cleared his throat trying to banish that memory that slinked it's way back into his brain. His dress trousers were already tight, he did not need another reason to be uncomfortable.
"I've been thinking about what you said, that this-" he gestured to the opulent ballroom filled with aristocracy. "isn't me, that I'm not really happy here."
You stopped in a quiet corner and turned to face him. "Oh? What do you think might make you happier?"
He took both your hands in his. "I had hoped that you might be able to help me with that… I just want to know why you left. I thought you wanted to be with me? What scared you so much, love?"
You looked away, somewhat ashamed of how you had hurt him.
"I saw what happened to the Duchess, to Vanessa. Fisk changed her, controlled her and paraded her and yes she looked happy, but..." You sighed heavily. "She had confided in me then, she was miserable. I've never seen anyone hide so much pain and sadness. I didn't, I didn't want that to be us."
Frank drew you to him. "But it wouldn't, we're not them! I love you for being you, I don't want you to change..."
You smiled at him. "I'd never known much of love before you, and the King and Queen, it all just left such a hollow feeling in me. I couldn't see any other possibilities, hope or happiness..." You looked up at him, his eyes were so sad as he imagined how you felt. He was gently stroking his thumb over your fingers.
"And now?" Frank asked hopefully, "how do you feel now?"
Your heart was thumping, your skin prickled, it suddenly felt like you couldn't breathe.
"I feel, I-" you fanned yourself and tried to control your breathing but you couldn't get enough air. Your chest suddenly felt like it was being crushed. You reached for him.
"Frank, I can't - c-cant breathe..."
White spots dotted your vision and his concerned face faded from view as you blacked out, Frank caught you before you could collapse and you hung like a rag doll in his arms, lifeless.
"Murdeaux!" He called, dragging you away from the crowd out of the room and into the corridor so that no-one saw. Mattias appeared almost instantly.
"What happened?!" He felt and listened for your pulse as Frank laid you down.
"She- she was fine, then said she couldn't breathe, she just fainted- fuck, what can I do?" He felt your forehead, "god she's burning!"
"Rip off her stay, get that fucking thing off her!"
Frank tore through your dress immediately and ripped off the bodice, Matt listened for your breath, felt your ribs through your chemise, shook his head.
"Her heart beat is faint, uneven. This is something serious Frank..."
Frank shook himself to action. "A doctor, we need to get her a doctor, the royal physician -"
"Do you want her arrested?! They couldn't deal with this anyway. Come on, quickly, help me carry her to the stables, I know someone who can help."
They saddled up lightning quick, Frank held you tight to him as he spurred his horse to a gallop following Matthias out of the palace grounds and into the country. They rode through the night, hooves thundering on the dirt track with Frank checking you were still breathing at every moment he could until Matt finally slowed his lathered mount, stopping outside a wooden shack in a clearing in the forest. He jumped down and Frank gently handed you to him before dismounting himself.
"Stick?" Matt yelled, rapping on the wooden door. "Stick, you here? We need your help"
'Stick' turned out to be an older man, seemingly blind like Matt but at least three times as acerbic. He beckoned you both in and instructed that you be laid on his kitchen table. Frank grew more worried the longer the man looked over you.
"Please, can you help her?"
"We need to know what we're dealing with," Stick replied as he hovered his hand over you then traced his fingers over your breastbone and hummed. "Heat's concentrated here. Seems to me she's been poisoned. Did she eat or drink anything strange? In contact with anything unusual?"
Frank tried to remember, "I don't know, no I don't think so, but I wasn't with her the whole time.. I-"
He looked again at where the old man was lightly tapping on your sternum.
"The necklace, she was wearing a sapphire right there, but... that couldn't that be it?"
"Where is it?" Stick demanded.
Frank fished in his pocket for the handkerchief and handed it to him, he carefully unwrapped it, examining with his senses without touching it.
Matt tilted his head, "Fuck, I knew something didn't smell right... shit, shit!"
Stick shushed him. "Matti, it's an extremely well cloaked absorbative poison, even you wouldn't have sensed it.
"We touched it too..." Frank realised.
Stick shook his head, "poisons like this require extended contact to be effective. You'll be fine. Whoever gave this to her knew what they were doing. Temple!" he shouted over his shoulder, "Bring the counteractives."
"She, uh, stole it. It wasn't meant for her." Frank added in a whisper, clasping your hand in his.
A woman who looked well used to putting up with random musketeers with desperately ill friends appearing in the middle of the night came from a room somewhere in the back. She carried a large trug full of stoppered glass bottles of various colours and sizes.
"Need some damp towels, salts, an infuser, a pot of tea and something stronger for this one." He said to her, nodding towards Frank who caught her calculating look.
Matt kept trained on your vital signs, reassuring Frank that although Stick seemed unorthodox but he knew what he was doing, he had been his quartermaster as a child. He crossed himself, pulled his crucifix from under his shirt and kissed it before murmuring a prayer for you.
Frank joined him.
"C'mon my love," he whispered, "this isn't your time." He held your hand in his, dabbing your brow with a cloth and wishing he had spent more time in church so he too could call down god to protect you. "Please, I've never asked for anything in my life before but I'm begging you now, please don't let her die..."
Stick had dosed you with something from one of the bottles, you awoke fairly soon after to promptly throw up the contents of your stomach into a bucket before collapsing back into a restless sleep as your fever burned away. Stick was satisfied when your pulse gradually settled back to normal and the heat had dissipated. Now it was just a waiting game.
Late morning you finally woke, Francis' name sounding quietly from your lips. He jerked awake where he sat by your side on the floor, stroking your face and looking you over. "I'm here sweetheart, god I'm so glad you're alright."
You gingerly began sitting up, rubbing at your head. "What happened? We were at the ball..."
Matt offered you water and gestured at the sapphire laying in a dish on the table. "You were the unintended recipient of a deadly gift. It seems someone wants the Duchess dead."
"What?!"
"Whoever it was they knew she would try and get the necklace back, and by the time the poison had acted no-one would be able to trace it."
"I need to go, I need to warn her-" You started to rise on wobbly legs to get your things together but Frank placed his large palm on your chest and gently pushed you back to sit.
"You're not going anywhere, you were near death." You were surprised at the tenderness in his eyes as he made it clear he wasn't prepared for you to march off and deal with this on your own.
"Yes, this is no small act," Matt added. "this is something that's been plotted, planned, calculated. If you ask me it stinks of the Cardinal." he snarled.
Frank hummed in agreement. "We should tell Madani."
"Your general?" He read your concern as you turned to him.
"We can trust her." Frank explained, "It's the best option, she'll make sure it's dealt with discretely. After all, if the Cardinal finds out we suspect it's him he'll have us gutted, king's guard or no."
Matt started gathering his things. "I'll ride, tell her to meet us outside the palace, you never know who might be listening. Stick?"
The old man huffed, raising his head.
"You don't mind entertaining these two until I send word of our meeting place?"
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bestjeanistmonster · 2 years
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…An au where the Tristan Platoon were the three musketeers, more specifically the three musketeers from Disney’s adaptation of it where the three musketeers are Mickey, Donald and Goofy
Idk if anyone knows this movie but this was a vivid part of my childhood and it is still iconic cuz I said so and I recommend you watch it:
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I’m watching it right now and my brain decided, ‘hey wouldn’t It be cool if the Tristan Platoon were the three musketeers in this movie, Isolde being Mickey, Chion being Donald and Jade being Goofy, while Tristan is the prince for obvious reasons?”
…so yeah, I’m probably gonna have a brainrot over this for the next few days
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ludcake · 8 months
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Studying the hundred years war so I can study the war of the roses so I can read Shakespeare so I can read Macchiavelli so I can study the 30 Years War so I can appreciate Rembrandt so I can understand the rise of colonialism as a means of European hegemony so I can read Victor Hugo so I can read Marx so I can read Edward Said so I can read Dune so I can read Fevre Dream so I can read ASOIAF so I can write au fanfiction on the internet
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verstarppen · 7 months
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summary; mercedes is a just a tiny bit worried about your dates with their archenemesis
pairing; max verstappen x fem! mercedes admin! reader [ no faceclaim ]
a/n; due to popular demand here's the part 2; i see your comments: you asked and i deliver 🫶 [ series masterlist ]
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gwekkuu · 9 months
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Happy anniversary to this classic movie!
Here’s a throwback to these old edits I made with José and Panchito :0
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tarotomorrows · 3 months
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What do you mean there was only 3 musketeers??? Obviously there was a 4th?? Right guys? [I’m sticking to this delusion no one can stop me]
So heres my take on Oswald if he had stayed in Disney’s possession and was updated like the rest of the cast. I used marker and color pencil for the one drawing of him. I also head cannon that he’s mute and uses exaggerated expressions/gestures and sign language to get his point across.
Also Ortensia would play as Minnie’s royal cousin from another kingdom who often visits to hang out with Minnie and Daisy but also too escape the pressure of marriage at home and constantly being bombarded with suitors from different kingdoms.
I mean in the end we all know who she’d end up with but come on let’s spice it up a little lol
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sunny1927 · 3 months
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“And that’s how I met your father kids-“
(Jokes aside, Donmick is a really cute ship in my opinion, and it may or may not be canon to the mystical AU…👀)
Anyway enjoy this doodle! I also apologise for not answering the asks, it may take me a bit longer but do be patient! ❤️✨
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disney-mystical-au · 3 months
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Hello😊
What about Minnie in your AU?👉👈
Well Anon,
Minnie Mouse over here is actually a princess. She is the ruler of the Disney kingdom who is loyal to her people.
Although, being royalty and such, she always wanted to go out into the world and see new things (but ofc, her parents forbid her).
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-She’s friends with Mickey and Oswald (ever since they were kids) since Yen Sid is the royal family’s sorcerer.
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But that’s all! A thousand apologies for answering this so late (a lot of things happened and such), thanks for being patient!❤️🩷🤍✨
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edoutft · 11 days
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date <3
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greypetrel · 2 years
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One for bringing the empath to a grand ball.
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We missed one member of the party... And on my first play I absent-mindedly decided to bring Cole -a spirit of Compassion, empath extraordinaire- along... The regret when I found him in that dark corner in the library was instantaneous. And poor Aisling is sensible, both to Cole’s well-being, and to how freaking good those tiny little cakes are (not the ones that taste of Desperation. Those, she didn’t try). Court Approval decreased, but she HAD TO give the poor boy a hug. Or two. And come back with the little cakes.
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duraznogordo · 1 year
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Yax Three Musketeers Au Part III
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Im alive :D
Designs! Part I💛 Part II💜
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thedummycattoartist · 2 months
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HEYAAAA PEOPLE :D
Still alive I swear
Anyways 2 weeks ago I have a crossover au about Chicken Run and MDGTTM (Mickey, Donald and Goofy The Three Musketeers), I was having crisis with some of the cast but FINALLY GOT (+ character from shaun the sheep JSJSJKSJSD) JSJSJKSJSD
Anyway some you all know the rest
Mac has the role of Mickey Mouse (aka The Musketeer #1)
Rocky the role of Donald Duck (aka The Musketeer #2)
Mr. Tweedy's dogs as the Beagle Boys (Captain Pete's minions)
Melisha Tweedy as Captain Pete
Ginger as Daisy Duck (aka Minnie's Lady-in-waiting)
Minnie as Daphne (Chicken Run OC (S/I) by @dolls-self-ships)
And today I bring finally the rest of the cast :D
Jun's parents (ocs by @rorithetori) will be Goofy and Clarabelle
The Troubadour will be Nick and Fetcher
Lu-La (from A Shaun The Sheep Movie: Farmageddon) as pluto (reference and inspired by one of @fizzy-dizz 's draws of what if lu-la had land in the Tweedy farm instead of Shaun's)
That's all, have a great day/night :]💐
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bullfinch-lover · 7 months
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Just watched "Mickey, Donald, Goofy: The three musketeers" movie and the whole "love" thing between Donald and Daisy was so godawful and forced I'm literally gagging here! They didn't have anything romantical between them in that whole damn movie and Daisy didn't even seem interested about him at all and then the writers just had to make them kiss in the end even when they literally meant nothing for each other! Their whole forced romance was just.....UGH!!!!
So that's why I already created an AU in my head where Odin exists there too and he's a rich earl who had come to the palace to meet the queen to discuss important matters with her and Donald who gets assigned to guard him falls head over heels for him and then they get into all sorts of shenanigans and develop feelings for each other and get together in the end. I might even draw something about it if I will have enough energy to do it.
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pinkgrapefloyd · 9 months
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memes for my lawrusso fencing au :D
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