#marshal au

[quiche-draws]

Commission for @beyondbendingsky for Aloy in her Marshal AU outfit! Had a lot of fun putting together her armor based on the reference material she gave me 😁

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[sunsolii]

Still don't know how Lannes found Grogu (baby yoda) but I found it funny coming up with this scenario

[happyshippingnoises]

More au images bc why not

[gerblinbones]

A semi fix-it au I came up with a couple days ago,, they deserve the world and if they cant have it in canon I sure as hell can draw it for them

[wishing-well-art]

We are getting a gumball/marshall lee meet cute. I'm going to explode.

[hauntingjasper]

A Jackalope girl and her cat... thing

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Farmer's Daughter 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Walter Marshall

Summary: You notice a peculiar change in a family friend. (short!reader, sorry size kink is out)

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You stand on your tiptoes, a dangerous choice as you stand on a wooden stool, reaching to clip pegs around the folded edge of the linen sheet. You clasp it over the cord in three places and reel along the length, bending to pull a wet pillowcase from the basket.

“You’re grinding on the clutch,” Walter’s voice carries through the barn door before he emerges, “you need another driving lesson.”

“I know how to drive stick,” your brother, Timothy, argues with the larger man. “It’s not the clutch.”

“Ermph,” the other man grunts in return.

“Thanks for having a look though,” Timothy slaps his arm lightly.

He gets another grumble from the chronically grumpy man. Walter is older than your brother, by quite a bit; and you too. He’s tall and burly and his brow never truly loses its furrow. He’s fonder of your father than Timothy; you’re sure if he didn’t feel some kinship with your father, he’d never venture this far.

Walter is a big, burly man. He has a lumbering gait you can recognise even as he’s at the property’s edge, and his curly hair falls messily around his chiseled face. There’s a touch of silver in one curl but his age doesn’t show otherwise.

You refocus on hanging the laundry. You stand on your toes and strain to clip the beg on the line. The stool wobbles and you put your feet flat, steadying it. You suck in your lower lip and look around. Timothy’s gone, you hear him back in the barn clattering through the toolbox, but Walter remains. He narrows his eyes at you as you give a sheepish smile.

“Hi, Mr. Marshall,” you say.

“Hey,” he returns in his way.

You don’t expect much more so you wind the line further and once more bend to take another piece of clothing. You quickly forget his presence and go back to your precarious game. Back on your toes, the stool tips and you gasp, a scream catching in your throat as you brace yourself for the violent tumble.

You don’t hit the ground though. You barely even tip as you're caught under the arms. You open your eyes as Walter holds you well over the ground. He does so effortlessly. 

“I… Mr. Marshall, thank you,” you breathe.

“You shouldn’t do that,” he grits.

“Um, I know,” you wiggle your feet and look at the ground, “um, can you put me down.” He does just that and you laugh at yourself, “thanks.”

“Hm,” he sidles down to the basket. 

To your surprise he takes out the next sheet and easily throws it over the line. He holds out a hand but you just stare at his calloused palm. What is he doing?”

“Pin,” he demands gruffly.

“Oh, uh, sure,” you step up and place a pin in his hand. His fingers brush around yours as he closes them. You retract your reach as he clasps it over the linen. He puts his hand out for the next and again, you hand one over.

“Don’t do it again,” he says as he grabs the next piece of laundry.

“Mr. Marshall, I won’t, but you don’t need to–”

“It’s fine,” he carries on, set on his mission of putting out the drying. “Your father wouldn’t be happy if I let you hurt yourself.”

“Erm, I guess,” you give him another pin.

He’s silent as his blue gray eyes fixate on his chore. He bends to grab more, drapes the cloth over, and takes a pin to secure it in place. You work in wordless rhythm until the basket is empty and the line is full.

“How is he?” He asks.

You put your hands behind you and wring them, “better. Ma says he’ll be home next week.”

He nods and looks at you. He crosses his arms, straining the fabric of his long-sleeved tee. It’s warm out, enough to dampen his shirt with sweat. Still, he doesn't seem to mind.

“If you need anything,” he peers around the fields, “big place for just you and the other one.”

“Oh, Tim? Yeah, we manage.”

He scratches the scruff on his chin and shifts his stance. You’ve never seen him flinch before, never hesitate or doubt, but in that moment, he seems unsure. He clears his throat and drops his hand.

“Well, have a good day,” he bows his head slightly. “Have your brother take down the laundry.”

You look away guiltily, staring at the stool, “you, too, Mr. Marshall.”

He backs away a few steps and you cautiously glance at his boots as he does. He stops and you hold your breath.

“I don’t mind Walt,” he says.

“Right,” your voice flutters, “Walt.”

He twists on his heel and continues across the grass to the trodden road. He follows it down towards the fence. You tear your gaze away and gather up the basket and the stool. You leave them on the porch and sit in the shade as sweat speckles on your forehead.

Your heart is still racing, likely from your near disastrous slip. You think you will have Timothy take down the sheets. You may even convince him to help your fold.

[realmofthefirebird]

Some miscellaneous MLP AU stuff because I'm insane in the brain

[etherfall]

Also here's a little drawing to go along with my analysis of N & the elite four in the AU!

OG post is here if you want to read it all:

https://www.tumblr.com/etherfall/744083248765911040/in-your-au-would-n-ever-bond-w-the-elite-4

[pinkiemme]

We’re finally seeing cowboy Mando’s hat ❤️‍🔥

Bolo tie

Belt

Fancy boots

Space cowboy Kickstarter

[mercywashere]

Another lovesick Marshall doodle except its furry this time and idk how to draw cupcakes

[quiche-draws]

Secret Santa gift for @beyondbendingsky, based on her Marshal AU where Aloy wins the Proving but Rost leaves and she goes off to find him at the farthest reaches of the Forbidden West and ends up becoming a Tenakth Marshal in the process hehe 😁 ❤️

(a second doodle included cuz I was initially having a rough time deciding which sketch to go with 😂)

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[sunsolii]

Came up with this last minute hahaha, Merry Christmas yall! Here's the trio of course with a camio of Soult who is surprisingly a lot happier than usual. Ney ain't too happy with dressing up an elf while Lannes and Murat are enjoying the Christmas vibe

[alizera62quartz]

🍬💗🦇

[lemonerix]

fleshing out this au just a lil bit

some explaining ig but rather than just making everything a genderbend au I thought I'd take a spin on it and make it a what-if-betty-wore-the-crown-first-leading to-a-butterfly-effect kind of au but hey it's 5 am-ish and I'm prolly not gonna think about this ever again but I rlly liked my alt finn drawing from the other day and decided it needed a lil bit o depth.

[gerblinbones]

More Could Be Worse AU stuff, plus a doodle of their home I made trying to replicate the style of AT’s backgrounds lol

Sooo, they find a remote, abandoned cottage and do what they can to really make it theirs, and it’s where Marcy and Marshall Lee grow up. It was tough for a little while though, and Simon had a lot of guilt about the living conditions his kids had to deal with at the start. Parenting in a dangerous wasteland kinda sucks, who woulda thought!