#saviour au

[sam-harz]

Would anyone be interested In me starting to write a little series or whatever about how my au for DFTM plays out.

If so, which one

Saviour AU, or little saviour AU?

(little saviour includes my oc.)

(((or I can do both too I dunno)))

[somerandomcockroach]

[rightous-int]

It came to me once in a dream

[sleepyorchidmonster]

What if king Henrik managed to steal Malleus's egg after defeating Meleanor?

The main point is that the egg WOULDN'T hatch because it needs love (and even in canon it took a couple of centuries to hatch, despite the presence of Lillia and Maleficia).

So after a few tries, he discards his plans and keeps the egg as a trophy. Years pass and a five year-old Silver finds the trophy room while playing. He stumbles into the pedestal holding the egg, but manages to save it before it falls.

The child then senses a tiny heartbeat, and realizes there is a baby inside the egg!

The egg hatches immediately. Baby Silver loved it at once (the way he did once upon a dream).

And that's how we get a Dragon Prince journey (sorta).

After the dragon hatched, Silver went to talk with his animal friends to see if they could help (he loves his parents, but he couldn't just tell them he went to the trophy room to play, some instinct of his was also telling him they couldn't be trusted).

He left the little dragon under the care of a mother bear and went to the library to see if he could find anything. He came across a few old books from before the Silver Owls that described the Draconias (the little prince was so excited! His dragon friend could become a friend friend! He didn't have any friends besides the animals! And the dragon was even a fellow prince!)

But first things first! His dragon friend needed to meet his actual family, they were probably worried sick! So he grabbed a few maps, marked out the closest fae castle, told his parents he would go play with the animals in the woods and left.

The trek was very long and dangerous, but the entire forest was on his side. Baby Silver kept talking to Malleus, explaining life as a prince, introducing his animal friends, and trying to find out if he liked to eat berries.

They avoided war-stricken areas and managed to reach fae territory. And that's when things took a turn for the worse.

Henrik and the Silver Owls found them. Apparently, the egg was missing and a search party was assembled to follow its magical traces. Baby Silver didn't know that, and went to greet his uncle, saying that he was helping out a friend find his family!!

Henrik looked at his nephew, then at the dragon, and went for the kill, literally. The kid couldn't even defend himself, as his uncle cut him down with a simple strike (dawn knight was at home).

And that's when baby Malleus's magic blew up.

A snowstorm of cataclysmic proportions struck, complete with fire tornados and lightning. At the center of it all stood two children, the tiny Silver that was bleeding out, and Malleus, who had taken a human form and was trying to close the wound (he changed forms because he was scared and emulated the only thing he could think of as strong and protection, and that thing was five year-old Silver). Meanwhile, all of the animals formed a protective circle around them.

Luckily, reinforcements soon arrived. Both Lillia and Maleficia came (that storm could only be a Draconia's doing, they would NOT lose the egg again). They made quick work of the rest of the Silver Owls before rushing to Malleus's aid.

The animals let the faes though, as if they knew the dragon had finally found his kin. But Malleus wouldn't let go of Silver, even when the kid started telling him "Look, we found your family!! You're safe!", smiling despite the pain and looming death.

With the use of "Far Cry Cradle", Lillia quickly explained the situation, and the faes made the decision to save the human. They had a much too big debt with this child, who was so innocent it hurt.

They were also keeping the human. If that despicable man was his UNCLE, then no way in hell were the rulers of Briar Valley going to give the child back to his family. It would be a disgrace to the Draconia family.

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Now, there a a few ways this AU could go.

1. The faes weren't able to save Silver. They create a monument in his honor and he becomes the only human they respect. Relations with the Silver Owls may improve now that Henrik is dead, if they can convince Dawn Knight his son died to save Malleus.

2. The faes save Silver, who lives in Briar Valley until the end of his mortal lifespan, acting as Malleus's big brother and knight. The Silver Owls are angry, but eventually come to an agreement once they realize there was no mind control involved.

3. The faes manage to save Silver, but the wounds were so grave that he had to stay in magic stasis for a few hundred years. Receiving the BOTW Shrine of Ressurection treatment. Due to the nature of the magic, he lost his memories, got silver hair and became sleepy. He later wakes up and becomes the Silver we all know and love. Malleus still sees him as the older brother, but thinks that now it's his turn to protect the human!

[warren-keplers-funk-band]

broos...

[phoenixdoesartstuff]

Is Hope being tortures by AM in some way?

Does bdsm count?

[towerartt]

Jack would make for a fine (false) prophet, with his flair for the dramatic, drug habit and blind faith in gods that have no intent of saving him.

[kawiifury]

TRUE SAVIOUR SAINT AU

It all originates from how the saint was able to Ascend the void worm and take its place. After that, the saint could not understand for a long time why he was still alive and not dissolving into the void fluid. After getting out of there, he walked on the surface for a while, finally realizing his influence.

A thought clicked in the saint's mind.

“I will create a perfect world. I am the beginning and the end of everything. Anyone who wants to find happiness must worship me.”

The saint began to recruit members of his “faith”. A faith that he believed was right and pure. Everyone is recruited, and those who don't want it are cursed and killed. Ascension is the ultimate reward here. A whole separate ritual for which the slugcats are willing to give their all. It would be nothing if it wasn't accompanied by genocide of the unwanted, bloody rituals and brutality.

The first to rebel against it was the Spearmaster, but he was cursed and killed. At the moment, of the canonical collection of slugcats in the gang of the holy man, there is an Artificer and a Watcher (night cat). The hunter died of infection. Right now the head of the rebellion is Gourmand and Survivor. The monk was captured and used in the sacrifice. On the neutral side there is a Rivulet and an Inv. But the Rivulet is actively searched, and the Inv is nowhere to be seen.

Now it’s more of a cult than a faith, but the saint doesn’t think so:)

The Saint in this au is something like a god, and his followers are completely different slugcats or even scavengers

[nyupuun]

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[sam-harz]

I wanted to make a valentine's dftm saviour au drawing but

dizziness is taking over

I don't think I can do it gauys..

[jasmineaoi]

I have so many imaginations centering og!cale in my mind. There's the;

Belle Au (og!cale being a secret famous singer, and may have talk with roksoo through the app when they're young)

Everyone but og!cale regressor Au (with the climax of teen cale finding out that all of their care are reserve for someone else, oh imagine the angst *evil laughter*)

Rokcale Your Name Au (im just stuck with the ending train scene but make it RokCale)

Also Rokcale Weathering with you(it's the notion of "throw away the world for you" that caught me in a grip, also dont you think that the both of them the type of person to do that; Lcf!cale be choosing to hurt himself over and over for others and og!cale who already forsaken a timeline with his deal)

Uncle Og!cale Au(cale transmigrating into roksoo's uncle's body and using his war veteran skill to FIGHT AGAINST FATE!)

Oldest Og!cale with barrow and roksoo as dongsaengs Au(just cale showering them with so much love that they dont know what to do with it)

That one og!cale saving Krs!cale Au(*cough* by sacrificing himself*cough*)

Modern Au where og!cale being the perfect joker ever, fooling everything and everyone(....and being lonely as hell)

[yourlocaltreesimp]

Legend of Zelda: Saviour of Souls

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The sun rises again on a peaceful Hyrule, the same as it had for the past two years since Gannon’s defeat. Hylia’s light purged the wandering souls from the mortal plane, sending them back to their realm of infinite night and muddled memories. But her powers did not reach as far as they should’ve, the tides of balance that kept her fragile hold on her throne ebbing back.

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Link had gone about his day the same as any other, giving out tasks to the guard before slaying the few baneful spirits which remained persistent. Hylia’s sun was obstructed by grey clouds, uncharacteristic for the summer months. He felt the energy return to his sword. It seems another journey was on the rise.

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You lived a far more interesting life in the spirit realm. Your mortality felt less of an inconvenience as you guided weary souls to their resting places. Hylia’s light began to seep through the cracks into the sanctity of the afterlife and you felt something stir within your chest. Long Nir had been out to rest, but it seems the forgotten goddess had not yet given up.

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[cloverina-sasha139]

I love my traumatized scientists hehe

I have been running a parody account about them on Twitter, you can find them here

[tetraandtheapples]

Tween Practice!! I love swad. Sorry for the poor quality I did not account for gifs being SUCH HUGE FILES WTF

If you seen any artifacts in the gif...... no u didn't (THIS WAS THE ONLY WAY TO GET IT WORKING HELPPPPP)

Two high quality frames under the cut LOL

[wigglys-dikrats]

i know the history of hatchetfield better than i know my family’s history

[blueberry-obsessed]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers! Spread the self-love 💞

Thank youuuu for the ask, Leo!! I just answered it here.

I still want to talk about my fics, though. So, I'm copying your idea of sharing a snippet from my drafts here (I hope you don't mind)

Sometimes, when Charles bleeds, it seems he's bleeding gold in place of blood. On such days, it feels otherworldly, the pain. A sliver of precious metal cascading out of his wound, rich and heavy, while the nurse stares at him as if he has done something magnificent. That, accompanied with the praise he gets from his higher-ups for a job well done, is almost enough to convince him that he has indeed accomplished something great. Almost. Today is such a day. There is a circular hole in his shoulder, a bullet stuck midway, never quite making it clean through. The nurse—he can't remember her name through the pain, maybe she never gave him one—had to snip his shirt open because the spasms of discomfort from the fracture that lies further down on his forearm have rendered his arm practically immobile. It's a shame, really. That shirt was flattering on him. He wants to snap at her through the tangy blood in his mouth—she keeps staring at the gaping wounds with a sad look in her eyes, reluctant to cover them up. The price of magnificence, Charles thinks as she pulls disinfectant out from a nearby drawer. She begins to clean the trails of crimson away. Her brown eyes shine with a glint of gold, a reflection of the colour. And Charles would scream at her. He would scream if it weren't for the pain that has made a home for itself right under his skin—a second pulse—or the slice on his lip that has only just begun to scab over in red-brown flakes. This is not precious metal, he would scream, it's tainted with gunpowder and life-essence, rose gold in place of authentic aurum. The nurse accidentally grazes particularly tender flesh with the harsh fibres of gauze and Charles tenses with a hiss. His lip splits back open. There's copper in his mouth—no gold. The clinical white light above him begins to flicker and dwindle. He wonders why they haven't kept up with the building's upkeep. Charles is going to bring it up later. He frequents the medical wing too often to not care about it. "I'm impressed," she starts, and Charles is all too familiar with what's coming next—a compliment, an hour or two of rest, and then a request for a meeting. It is a tried and tested routine. It's also mundane. She trails her fingers further down his arm till where his elbow ends, inspecting the injury. "How many was it? Ten? Ten armed guards and just two injuries to prove for it?" Her lips quirk up for a second. The expression is gone before he can question it. She's too busy applying a hint of pressure on his forearm. Charles has to look away as he squirms. He thinks he saw the jagged side of milky white bone, overactive imagination filling in the gory, gruesome gaps—although only figuratively, the hole in his shoulder still feels rather empty. She is amused, and that's more than enough to make his remaining blood boil. Faintly, he can hear it crash against the inside of his ears, a rumbling tidal wave. There is more rummaging, of another drawer full of supplies or of her overalls, that he does not know. "You're getting better at handling them." There it is, the compliment. He just needs her to break routine and speed up. He's still bleeding, it might be gold, but he is still bleeding, rests on the tip of his tongue. Charles settles on, "I guess I am." His bottom lip burns and hot metal pools on his tongue again.