#community fantasy au

[doppel-dean-er]

PLS MORE VAMPIRE AND MAGE TROBED

THE CONTINUATION OF THE LAST ONE WHERE TROY ATE ABED'S CAT. I would continue it but i'm out of white out and hh like 50% of my drawings are made of white out. if you got the reference of Troy saying "you have beautiful eyes" you're very cool

AND a bonus one for after they become "friends" :D. he's hungry and like obviously he doesn't want to eat Abed but he is drooling over that blood dude

if you have requests PLEASE give them to me and I will draw them i'm obsessed with this fantasy AU it's my life force right now (/hj). its all I can think of <333

[bacchuschucklefuck]

while teen while goblin while aroace while injured while doing your best

[enden-k]

Another question. Can I cuddle monster Kaveh to sleep? I'm 120% sure cuddling him will solve all of my problems.

hes. um. hes a little big for cuddling AHA

(he loves nudging hthm or being close to him in general since having him, his familiar comforting presence and smell, nearby soothes his nerves and lessens his fear of the unknown. soooo, i dont think he would want to be touched or approached in this form by anyone but haitham who he trusts and loves)

[afraidparade]

here's a little callback to this AU because it's spooky season and i've been thinking about witch luka and his dumb little level one sprite familiar

[ehrmantrautpup]

Rivastraut royal au mayhaps...?

[loonybun]

I like to imagine faerie magic that’s used on humans has similar vibes to the myth of the lotus eaters if that makes any sense. Just a divine sense of sweetness and peace that makes you forget any worries you’ve ever had. In fact, it makes you forget a lot of things. Why go through the trouble of thinking when you don’t need to? You’re at peace now, after all.

This would probably be specifically after giving a faerie your name, not before. They can only really start to affect people based on how much power they hold over them, after all. And if they want to put your mind at rest, there’s no better way to do it. You feel taken care of, safe, and blissful.

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

Can an elf, a fairy, and a naga be boyfriends? Of course! They're enjoying a nice afternoon in the enchanted forest 🩵💙💜

(Tippy the fairy: he/him/his or xe/xem/xis - Bel the naga: he/him/his, xe/xem/xis, or they/them/theirs - Ice the elf: he/him/his or they/them/theirs)

[the-wizard-writes]

The Art of Broom Racing: The Culture

Broom Racing for witches is sort of an underground sport like street racing for young witches. The fast pace atmosphere and energy is what really makes the race itself feel alive with magic. But, racing is not all there is, these broom racing events are not just racing. It’s coming together as well. Young folks come together to not just race but to hang out as well. It’s a way for the younger generation of magic users to find a community that they feel like they belong in by being around people with similar age brackets. At these hangouts you’ll usually find what would be considered similar to block parties or collage pop-up parties with up and coming bands playing, games, food, and dancing. It’s a way to get rid of the status quo in communities and to have fun. The fun mixture of different cultural backgrounds has cultivated a healthy compentive yet friendly enviorment to not only witches but, other species as well. Species that don't compete in these races can also have fun with the festivities even if they aren't racing. But, the race is where it’s really important that's where the action happens!

[the-golden-comet]

Happy STS! If your pirates could have any modern vehicle (aircraft carrier, plane, 18-wheeler, anything), what would they pick?

Hi hi @illarian-rambling !! Thanks for stopping by my ask box! Have some tea 🫖✨

Peter really wants a cruise ship. Of course you would, Peter 😂🚢✨

Benjamin wants a standard sedan. Doesn’t wanna stick out, doesn’t want anything fancy. Just wants to blend in. 🚘✨

Thank you for the ask!! Come back anytime you’d like! 🫂✨

[novaazurite]

I have no idea why I decided to do this for fun, yet here we are.

@tapwater118 thank you for telling me where CFFR takes place LOL, I made this just for fun.

Kyrocite is the supposed opposite to Azurite (for whatever thing I have it implemented), hence why its in the name for the swap ver!!

Since Badgey is the swap of Pin, he gets the dragon stuff (probably called Red Dragon of Panamy idk man, not easy to come up with for Scarlet Dragon of Goiky), and Weight being the swap of Coiny now she has that optional extra limbs thing from the species Coiny is basically half of.

[doppel-dean-er]

based on this post by @sparklingspidey :D

since Troy's a vampire I wanted to do something cool for Abed too, so I made him a mage, the first image is unrelated to vampire Troy, it's just more mage Abed stuff. also you can't see it but Troy has fangs, it just kinda got lost in the blood. anyway Troy eats Abed's cat

[valkariel]

Woodland Nya!

Made this right before 6.55 maintenance, but it works so well with the knapsack!

Head: Felicitous Hood - mud green Body: Moonward Vest of Aiming - mud green Hands: Baronial Wristwraps - rust red Legs: Paglth'an Bottoms of Aiming - default Feet: Ivalician Archer's Boots - default

For less fluffy sleeves: Alt Hands: Auroral Bracers Alt Legs: Valentione Emissary's Culottes

Earring: The Emperor's New Earrings Neck: The Emperor's New Necklace Wrists: The Emperor's New Bracelet Right Ring: The Emperor's New Ring Left Ring: The Emperor's New Ring

Main Hand: -- Off Hand: --

Fashion Accessory: Knapsack Minion: -- Mount: -- Location: Faeberry Atelier

Shader: Faeberry Studio

Featured in GPOSERS Issue 58 (March 2024)

[heartthumpnovel]

Heart Thump: Fantasy AU Short

The Cursed Prince

Word count: 3968

This is just a short story I wanted to write up in a AU where the gang are in a fairytale setting. Kinda an offshoot of Rapunzel but with G/t instead. May or may not cont. this depending on the reception and motivation. Thought something different to refresh myself for the canon story.

Part 1 (You are here) Part 2

cw: Implied past abuse

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One might assume that being held hostage is not only terrifying but also an exhilarating predicament. In tales of old, damsels in distress yearned for freedom and often found romance with the noble hero who saved them in most derivative literature.

However, Jason's firsthand experience proved quite the opposite.

Perhaps it stemmed from the fact that Jason wasn't kidnapped by a fearsome beast, but rather, he was imprisoned by his own father and the individuals who had pledged their allegiance to the Anderheart royal family since his adolescence. The novelty of being confined in a tower forever gradually lost its appeal over time. Fortunately, those who locked him away occasionally sent servants and mages to inform him what era it was, provided they were brave enough to engage in conversation.

The prince wouldn’t consider himself a hostage, far from it.

In fact, he’s the fearsome beast that needed to be locked up.

It all started with a bit of family trouble back when he was a young boy. Not that he would like to remember much of what happened but, what did happen was his own mother cursing her son before she was executed for being a witch.

What horrible curse was he afflicted with? Falling into a deep slumber to be awoken by a kiss, or turning into a swan at a nonspecific lake?

No, that would be far too graceful for the poor prince. Whenever he felt true love or happiness, he would start to double in size when his heart raced. The second his father found out what happened to him, for the safety of the kingdom and to keep a respectful appearance of the royal family, Jason was locked up in a refurbished prisoner tower which was meant to hold powerfully dangerous wizard prisoners.

It wasn't akin to a dismal prison with meager accommodations and chains, considering Jason was still the prince after all. He occupied two entire floors, and all his possessions from his room in the castle were transported here. His extensive collection of books and plants kept him occupied throughout the years. The tower's walls were even enchanted to withstand his uncontrollable growth, ensuring he wouldn’t accidentally destroy his home. Admittedly, it caused him significant pain when that occurred, but Jason believed he deserved it for allowing himself to become such a monstrosity in the first place. The prince preferred not to view his current residence as a prison but rather as a place of self-reformation and eventual liberation from the curse.

Though things on that front were slow going. All kinds of wizards and bishops had given his humble tower a visit to see if they were the ones that could break Jason’s curse. None of them succeeded by even a little bit. The number of people claiming they could fix him dwindled and Jason could hardly remember the last time a magic user tried to break the curse. It didn’t help either, that no parameters were said on the solution to get rid of Jason’s burden. Thinking about this made his stomach drop and he’d rather not focus on his predicament.

While there hasn't been a recent visit from suppliers from the kingdom, Jason wasn’t completely left to his own devices. It would be idiotic to leave a giant shifter to go mad by loneliness. Years ago around the time Jason turned fifteen, he was given a druid attendant to originally help him cure his ailment. This druid attendant was only a mere apprentice and needed experience for her mage training. Of Course she never did help him with the curse, but she did stay to become his closest ally. She even taught him how to nurture plants and they bonded over book series they both really like.

Strangely enough, Jason couldn’t put a finger on why but she wasn’t disgusted by his curse and actually wanted to be friends. Sure she seemed fearful of him at first, though she ended up going past the whole giant thing pretty quickly.

Oh Ellinor, so sweet yet had an awful taste of companions evidently.

Jason longed for her presence, despite knowing that she would return in a month with supplies to ensure he didn't perish from hunger and would provide him with new books to read. Plus it wasn’t like he could force her to stay just because he really wanted someone to talk to. He’d just find things to do to avoid being needy for attention. Surely, given his expertise in enduring captivity for countless moons, he could find ample activities to keep himself busy.

It was only day three and he was already out of books to sink into.

Loneliness began to eat away at him like moths to a nicely crafted sweater. He could feel the holes in his heart widening and just needed to find something to keep him distracted.

The prince finally rose from his silk sheets from his self reflection and quiet sobs, trying to think of ways a damsel like himself could pre-occupy his time. There were moments when he almost wished he were tormented by a captor, as it would afford him someone to converse with, reminiscent of the stories he had read. Gently dabbing his tears with a handkerchief, he took a deep breath, attempting to compose himself.

“Just a couple of weeks Jason, nothing to get all emotional over.” he whispered to himself as he passed by the solitary window that offered a glimpse of the outside world. Pausing, he leaned out of the stone archway, beholding the tranquil forest that surrounded him. Despite being the sole view he had of the outside, it remained a breathtaking sight regardless of the season. The melodic songs of diverse bird species and the presence of adorable, fluffy rodents never failed to bring a smile to his face. If only the creatures weren't frightened of him, he could approach them closely. Oh, how he yearned to run his fingers through the soft fur of an endearing creature. What he’d also wish he could do was to check out the plant life around him when Ellinor isn’t around to help him pick it. Just after Ellinor left Jason just had to notice a fruitful bounty of lavender had decided to grow underneath a willow tree that was right across from his tower. Jason had read of the calming remedy the herb had and heard that it made for an amazing tea. Having something to help calm him wasn’t only useful in his separation anxiety but may help with keeping from getting taller.

His gaze lingered longingly upon the lavender patch, wondering if it would remain in full bloom by the time Ellinor returned—

Wait, who was that?

Jason hadn't anticipated encountering anything other than the usual lavender flowers nestled beneath the willow's branches, but the sight before him was no mere flower. She possessed a beauty as captivating as the very patch she was avidly plucking from. His extraordinary eyesight allowed him a better glimpse of the woman, who had dark skin and neatly braided hair fashioned into a crown. Her clothes seemed nice, though not too nice to be a high class nobel, but he assumed that was because a dress would be problematic in dense woods like these. Jason couldn’t get a better look at her as she was bent down on her knees to hog all of the sweet smelling lavender.

Normally, it would be ill-advised for the prince to engage with passersby outside his tower. More often than not, they were lost bandits or adventurers mistaking him for a trapped princess. Each encounter ended with Ellinor either chasing them away or their retreat in terror upon discovering Jason's true identity. Fools, all of them.

However, this time, Jason realized his precious herbs were at stake, and lavender was not commonly found in the area. The audacity of this beautiful intruder to take what was clearly near his tower, and to claim one of the few things that could have kept him grounded and normal… no, she had to go.

“HEY- YOU THERE. TRESPASSER!” Jason yelled out as he poked his head outside his stone window and held onto the balcony fence. The woman startled as she looked where the yelling was coming from. “YEAH YOU! MISS!”

The woman stood up from her business and the prince could finally see her face. Her skin was definitely glowing and well taken care of so she couldn’t have been a dirty bandit type he usually saw. Perhaps a traveling noble merchant or a mage? Could be a magic user as he noticed how enchanting her eyes were. Wait- Focus Jason!

Just because this flower thief was pretty didn’t mean she had the right to take his precious herbs. Though perhaps he shouldn’t scare the daylights out of her and just tell her to get lost.

As the woman pointed to herself and gave a puppy dog head tilt, Jason went on shouting from his window. “Those lavender flowers are already claimed!” Jason spoke, trying his best to seem authoritative though it was pretty lacking, “and this is private property you’re standing in!”

The woman looked back at the lavender patch silently and then did a double take at the tower. Raising an eyebrow in curiosity, instead of leaving his yard, the lady decided the best idea was to walk even closer to the tower. Jason cringed and before he could tell her to back off, the woman cuffed her hands around her mouth and started to yell back.

“I don’t see a garden fence around here!” Shouted the beautiful stranger, “Also no offense, it looked like nobody lived in your dinky tower in centuries! How was I supposed to know!?”

Dinky?! Really? A three story tower is dinky to her? Jason’s fingers gripped on the stone window sill. "Well now you know don't you?!" Shouted back the whiny prince, "so why don't you leave my 'dinky tower' alone?"

Instead of just leaving like he asked, she stood there analyzing the scene before her. "You locked up here or something? Need help out of there?" She responded with a tinge of worry in her voice. Jason only rolled his eyes as he found himself again in this bothersome situation.

"You're not one of those Albion graduate heroes are you?" Jason spoke with his arms crossed, "No I'm perfectly fine thank you very much."

Her worried expression turned into a skeptical one as she still didn't make herself scarce.

"Oh really?" She retorted back with her hands on her hips, "Why don't you come down here to get the damn flowers yourself?"

Jason’s cheeks turned a tomato shade of red as his resolve began to crumble. He sputtered out his explanation.

"I-i can't…" Jason admitted, "I can not leave the tower but, I can assure you I'm perfectly fine."

That beautifully annoying woman smirked before she responded, walking over the tiny bridge that was over a stream, "You're literally in the middle of nowhere trapped in a prisoner tower. That doesn't look fine to me."

Oh by the gods, she's gotten so close to the structure that if Jason were to jump out of the window he'd probably land on her. He didn't need her that close.

"Look who ever you are- it's none of your business and I implore you to move on!" Jason tried to appeal to her, "you won't like what you see here I assure you."

The woman's response to that vague warning was to pat the sword handle at her side with a grin. Jason’s palms started to sweat, knowing she could bolt by the sight of his curse.

"What's keeping you here? Ransom? Dragon? Evil wizard? Your hair?" Natasha asked, her eyes looking at the tower to see where the door was.

Well, it seemed like he had to tell her the truth that nobody wanted to hear. That he was indeed the cursed prince of the Anderheart family. Jason leaned over the edge trying to be as stern as a lanky man could be.

He pointed to himself.

"I am, " Jason said, "I have a curse where I grow into a giant monster and I am kept here to keep the world safe."

That should have done it. Once people found out who he was they would either aim their arrows or run.

So why did she just stand there?

She stared up at the prince with an unreadable look on her face before she started to snicker. She put her hand over her mouth attempting to not break out into laughter. Right as Jason was going to ask what was so funny about his predicament, she answered with giggles.

"Seriously!?" Natasha spoke, "with a cute face like that?!"

Th-thump

Oh no.

Jason felt butterflies lunge in his stomach and that dreaded feeling of glee appeared. It was already too late as he felt the growth spurt suddenly making him several feet taller.

He also felt the stone window frame smack the top of his head.

“ACK!!” Jason yelped as his sudden growth caused him to smack the top of his head, he bent over for a moment to rub the bruise, “Ugh bloody hell that stings- I ugh, told you!” Thankfully he didn’t manage to fall out of the window, though he did also realize he wasn’t hearing screaming either. Jason’s eyebrows furrowed as he bent down to look outside the window once more wondering why he didn’t hear a reaction.

…

She was still standing there.

The woman stood there, eyes widened and definitely looked like she was completely caught off guard. Though she definitely wasn’t reaching for her sword as her arms remained crossed. The shock on her face slowly formed into a confused gaze.

“That’s it?” She spoke.

"What do you mean, 'that's it'!?" Jason exclaimed, his voice inadvertently louder, but he no longer cared. "I'm a bloody monster! You shouldn't be lingering around!" Was he actually feeling a twinge of offense that she didn't appear scared of him? It seemed that the years of isolation had truly taken a toll on the prince.

“I mean yeah you’re a little bit taller but like-” she said, gesturing with her arms, "but this? It doesn't scream 'monster' to me." A warm smile graced the woman's face, indicating she wasn't bluffing, although perhaps she lacked awareness of the potential danger. The 7-foot-tall prince cleared his throat, closing his eyes and crossing his arms in annoyance.

“I could be hundreds of men tall if it weren’t for this tower keeping me in check, you should be afraid. ” Jason coldly explained, truly unsure of this situation and the unknown was clearly making him uncomfortable.

“I mean-” Oh bother, she’s speaking again, “I’ve always had a thing for tall guys.”

Before he could react, his body swelled uncontrollably, leaving him scrambling to retreat into his room to avoid getting his head stuck in the window. His desk and bookshelves toppled over as his legs pushed them aside. Jason's back and head collided with the cold stone walls on the other side of the room. Struggling to catch his breath, he felt his face burning red and realized that his room now felt more like a cramped crate. Grumbling, he blew his bangs out of his face, wondering what he had done to deserve this. The nerve of this intruder!

“Hey you alright in there!?” That sweet little voice yelled.

Taking a deep breath was all the prince could do, as he needed to keep his temper in check. Even if the lady made him lose control, it wasn’t like she was trying to cause harm. A royal like him needs to be gentle and stern when asking for things. Especially if he was big enough to cause harm and he really didn’t want to scare people. Pulling himself forward, Jason mumbled a confirmation that he was fine. He then reached his arm out the window, which was as long as a horse, and pointed towards the willow tree.

“Look miss,” Jason said, “Just leave me be please, you can take the lavender if you want.”

There was silence. A very long one.

Jason pulled his arm back inside and curled up upon the cool prison wall. His fingers gripping opposite elbows as he held back tears. Thinking the situation over in his mind and feeling a deep pit in his stomach.

“Oh you gigantic moron…” Jason murmured to himself, “She just wanted to help and you had to go be a rude brute..” He curled into himself as he became a big sobbing mass in his itty bitty tower. The walls have never felt this closed in since the days where he was first thrown in there. Memories of him being chained up for the first few weeks came to mind and being left to starve as the servants who used to keep him alive were too scared to approach his door. He hadn't talked to anyone those desolate weeks and had to beg to convince his father that he wasn’t meaning to be dangerous. That he hated what he’d become and wanted more than anything to be fixed.

Jason grimaced and fiddled with the gem on his crown. Surely a cure was going to come around soon and he could step outside this tower without fear. At this point Jason didn’t even care about being a ruler or whatever. He just didn’t want to be alone.

Clank

Jason’s head rose and graced the ceiling, hearing a noise coming from the window that sounded like metal scraping rock. Hanging there over the window sill was a hook that had a rope tied on it. Was she planning on coming up here to slay him for being rude!?

“Hey buddy could you do me a favor and loop that rope through an anchor?” Her voice yelled up casually, “I’m sending a basket up.”

Wait what?

More confusion came to Jason, he wondered why in the world this person wanted to give him something after he yelled at her to leave. The prince crawled forward and desperately patted the ceiling as he searched for that rope hook he used to use during the first few years of his banishment. He hadn't found a need for it lately as Ellinor wasn’t scared coming into the tower. One of his giant fingers brushed against cold metal and he gave it a tug. Dust exploded from the anchor and unfortunately Jason inhaled a lot of it. He coughed harshly and waved a hand around to try to fan the dust outside the window.

The very kind person asked if he was okay and the giant tried to assure her that he’s just fine. Jason fed the rope through the hoop of the anchor and held onto the other end on the rope with one hand. The rope jostled a bit as pressure was added to the other end outside. It wasn’t heavy at all though there was indeed something tied to the other end. Just then there were two brief tugs to the rope and Jason took that as a signal to pull it up.

While it wouldn’t take much effort to pull it up strength wise, he was very slow and methodical with pulling up the basket. He wouldn’t want to accidentally jostle out the mystery contents in the basket. His eyes brightened in surprise when he managed to spot the basket on the other end and nearly dropped it.

It was a small bouquet of lavender.

The smell was just as wonderful as he thought it would be and they looked beautiful up close. His heart began to race once more as he felt his body push the limit of the tower’s allowance. Though he didn’t care about his desk being completely pushed into the wall or that he was completely cramped in his tiny room. Someone gave him a wonderful gift and it brought a huge grin on his face for the first time in a while.

While he wished he would go face her once more to properly say thank you, his head was just a bit too large to fit through the window, so instead he pushed an arm through the window. His index finger and thumb crossed over to the delight of the stranger.

“Uhm- thank you very much Miss… could I please get your name?” Jason asked with him trying to not sound like was crying.

The new friend spoke cheerfully, “Natasha Maryrose, I come from the Solaris Republic not far from here. Could I get yours as well?”

The Solaris Republic? He remembered that that democratic empire had a tense yet amicable relationship with the kingdom he was born to rule in. It seemed their borders were much closer than he initially thought.

“Prince Anderheart,” Said the prince, “Though you can call me Jason, if that's a bit too formal.”

“Oh so you are the cursed prince! Huh..” Natahsa scratched her grin, “Wow the tales about you are seriously bunk.”

“Wh-what tales!?” The giant arm flinched a little, “There’s tales about me!?”

“Heh, I’d say they’re more like rumors or stories that mothers tell their young kids to make them behave.” Natasha confessed as she leaned on the tower’s wall, “I wouldn’t give it too much thought, it’s not like you actually have claws and bake men’s bones into bread. ”

“Oh by the gods…” Jason responded as his arm went limp on the window’s edge, causing a giggle to come from below, “I hardly even speak to those that come around here…”

“I’m special then?” Natasha retorted as she noticed the fingers of the arms twitch, “I could try to help clear your name out here if you want.”

“Oh no no no, “ The arm crawled back into the window as if a snake was finding shelter in its den, “I would appreciate it if you kept me a secret for now, I honestly don’t want people knowing where I am when I’m stuck like this…”

“Yeah, that’s understandable,” Natasha responded, “Then your secret is safe with me ya little bone muncher!”

A laugh bellowed from within the tower, it was dainty yet shook the stone walls. Not enough to break them but, one would have thought a keg explosive went off in there.

Perhaps, a kind of emotional keg exploded there that day.

Jason whipped his tears with his other arm and smiled, having the outside arm give a thumbs up before gently grasping the window. Tapping his fingers on the sill as he took a large breath.

“Oh man alive…” Jason spoke, “Could I make another bold request if it’s not too much to ask?”

“Shoot.”

“Could you… pay me a visit sometimes? If-if you want that is. I know we just met and everything but, I-I think you’re really interesting and it gets quite lonely-”

“I’d love to.”

The arm froze in surprise, then melted back onto the window as it hung very low along the tower’s aging stone walls.

“Th-thanks, and I’m very, very sorry for the way I’ve treated you,” Jason began to apologize, “You were just trying to be nice and here I was yelling at you for it- Eh?!”

In the middle of his apology, he didn’t realize that his arm could reach so far down that it was just barely enough for someone to reach their hand out to touch the tip of his middle finger. He felt a silk-soft hand pat his finger, which initially flinched at the touch but let itself be petted. Jason couldn’t make out what Natasha was mumbling about, but, deep down he knew it must have been kind.

Finally, the dreaded cursed prince of the Atlas kingdom and Anderheart monarchy, had made another friend.

[thepenultimateword]

I love your prompt lists! Any thoughts on Arranged Marriage prompts involving Villains?

Disclaimer: Though the request was arranged marriages, this is actually a mix of arranged and forced marriages. An arranged marriage is one that both parties agree to, and a forced marriage is, as it sounds, a party being forced against their will into a relationship by the other party or by someone else.

1. Villain is arranged in marriage to Superhero after Supervillain makes a deal to benefit their own organization. Villain would decline, but they don’t have much power to resist at the moment.

2. Supervillain is arranged in marriage to Other Supervillain to grow and support both their territories and power.

3. Supervillain is in search of a spouse worthy to rule alongside them and advertises applications. Villain is unaware until the day they are chosen that their henchmen filled out an application for them.

4. Hero and Villain were arranged in marriage as civilians, it wasn’t difficult to discover each other’s alter egos, but it makes their home life very awkward.

5. Villain was once a powerful dark sorcerer, but when they tried to overthrow the kingdom, they were defeated and stripped of their power. They assumed they'd be executed, at the very least imprisoned for life, instead, the kingdom's ruler comes to them with a proposition.

6. Villain is the usurper and ruler of a powerful kingdom. Despite their ambiguous morals, they are fair and good to their people. However, when a drought strikes their lands, and they reach out for help, no other kingdom trusts them enough to make an alliance. That is, except for one kingdom, which has a particular type of alliance in mind.

7. Villain lives in a world of soulmates, but they never expected their soulmate to be Hero. Arranged by fate itself, the pressure is on to make it official. Though both are struggling with the revelation and what it means for them.

8. Villain and Hero are arranged in marriage in order to bring peace to the warring sides and to the city. But what happens when Henchman interrupts?

9. Hero was supposed to marry Villain. But now Hero is dead. Apparently, Sidekick is next best, so they've been put in their ex-colleague's place.

10. Villain is the youngest heir to a royal family with ambitious plans to become crown prince/princess. Their oldest sibling is meant to be making a marriage alliance with another kingdom but ends up eloping with someone else instead. Now Villain is the only unwed sibling left and is thrown into their sibling's place to avoid offending the other kingdom. Villain is glad they get the chance to rule, but this wasn't how it was supposed to happen.

11. Villain is an almighty immortal, but despite being surrounded by doting people, they hunger for companionship. Someone they can think of as an equal. They arrange to meet some candidates to be their bride/groom.

12. Villain is a pirate king, but when he frees a siren from his nets, he finds himself trapped in her customs of marriage.

13. Henchman happens to be Superhero’s child, and they arrange them in marriage to Hero, hoping to cure their so called “rebellious-streak”. Needless to say, Villain is not happy, and not just because they have feeling for Henchman.

14. It’s a classic fairytale story, Villain is the cursed heir to the throne who has been promised in marriage by their parents to whoever can find their cure.

(So many options for this one, do they set aside their dark nature as they’re desperate for a cure? Do they even want a cure? Did they curse themself? Is the curse a result of something they did? Did an enemy curse them? Are they against their parent’s deal? For it? Is it a scheme? A twist of fate?)

15. ^ but in reverse. Villain is going to Iift the curse on that heir and get that spot on the throne, and they’re not going to do it the goody goody way.

[nathantheauthor]

Welcome wayfaring strangers! You might be wondering what exactly have you stumbled across, or what exactly is this whole thing is!

What's a Freedom Frontier? What's your gimmick?!

Well, this should explain all of that, the Freedom Frontier is the title of my multiverse, to which countless Earths reside within and it is made up of a sandbox of several fandoms. From Creepypasta to Doctor Who, Superheroes to Fate. I've Frankensteined together over 30 fandoms and COUNTLESS OC concepts!

Just stick around, because I'm going to be talking about my Creepypasta rewrites, original OC concepts, and even start some role play and ask blogs! We're gonna be overloading with creative chaos.

Everything in the tags is GUARANTEED to show up in my ramblings or writing at some point. I know all these choices are INSANE

[soleinne]

i made some refs for my guys woohoo :D (the last image is by a friend!)