#the allmother au

[something-in-the-seas]

New life, new teenager to beef with.

(Ceolbert being so much like Atreus honestly gives him plot armor here. Kratos is about to become Dad of Saxon Boy.)

[experimentjr]

"David is blessed with invulnerability to all threats, physical or magical”

I've decided by a request to do David as Baldr from GoW and I must say: dang I really liked it.

I decided using my Allmother David for an adult design and it really turned out nice, including Kratos Hilda XD The battle between the gods!!!

[pitter-patter-esikars]

@kyumiterasu Yep! I actually chose those monsters intentionally

[cake-wlk]

HELLO YOUR RECENT ALBEDO ART IS GORGEOUS THANK U FOR BLESSING MY EYES I KEEP CRYING HAPPY TEARS EVERY TIME I LOOK AT HIM.

But can i ask, would u draw smth like this again? Or maybe u can share your thoughts about tge idea? Its truly amazing.

Thank you so much!! 💕

I want to draw more yes! Although, it hinges on whether I can get my attention span to cooperate, it can be a very fickle thing... 😭

But, for the most part, most Monster Hunter AUs I come up with are just me imagining what monster would fit best with a character, so I don't really have a story tied to it? It's not like I don't want one though, I just can't really think of anything, because Monster Hunter games never really have stories to begin with...

But yeah,

I settled with Primordial Malzeno for Albedo (colour scheme is practically the same, fighting a 'corruption' back that wants to manipulate it, its literally a knight) obviously, though I used to think Shagaru Magala was a good fit too (golden scales, star shaped wings, general theme of overcoming a form of 'corruption' to become something more beautiful).

His brother, Dorian, Rubedo, Subject 2, whatever you wanna call him, would be Malzeno (he fails to be what was expected of him and is suffering because of it). Alternatively, I used to think Chaotic Gore Magala fit him before, to fit with Albedo being Shagaru Magala.

Klee would be a Bazelgeuse! You know... Because bombs.

Aether and Lumine would be Valstraxes, I guess? I'm not overly sure what would fit them the best, but I thought them being dragons appearing to be shooting stars was good enough? Maybe even make up a set of rare species for them? Gold Valstrax Aether and Platinum Valstrax Lumine?

Other random thoughts I've had are Scaramouche being Ibushi, Raiden Shogun being Narwa and Ei being Allmother Narwa. Venti being Shantien and Zhongli being Shara Ishvalda. Collei would be green Nargacuga... I thought Tighnari maybe could be Espinas, or something, to educate people about poisons and stuff like that? I honestly have no idea for him.

[rosella-writes]

Happy Friday!! From the hozier prompts, 'the purest expression of grief' for your arlathan au

oOP thank you!! So I always knew the Arlathan AU would end sadly, but with Valor as Falon'Din's champion, I didn't realise just how sadly. It wasn't until I reread the Duel of a Hundred Years between Elgar'nan and Falon'Din's champions (in order to divert full out war) that I knew Valor wasn't going to live.

for @dadrunkwriting

Pairing: Valor x Pride (basically Virelan x f!Solas)

Words: 607

Warnings: blood, stabbing, grief, dissociation

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When Valor fell, Pride felt as she'd felt when the last heartbeat of the Titan had rung in her ears. She sat at Mythal's side, her nails clawing into her knees, spine ramrod straight, her soul screaming behind the cold, bland shield of her face. And as Valor was struck down at the center of that arena — Wisdom's lance of light driven straight through her breast — she fell without a sound.

No matter how shrilly rage and grief and rebellion boiled in the cage of her ribs, Pride too remained silent. She could not so much as allow her heartbeat to hasten, for fear of being singled out and labelled traitor, betrayer, harellan.

As Pride stared at the broken body below her — blood pooling in the grooves of her obsidian armour, soaking the soft coils of her hair — all she could hear was Mythal's past assurances in her ear.

This is wisdom. This is kindness. This is mercy.

But as Wisdom betrayed herself in this moment, glancing up to meet Pride's eyes with naked guilt and grief written in her own, Pride felt no wisdom in the air between them. There was no kindness, nor mercy. There thrummed only the stuff Pride was made of, like rivulets of blood running down the steps, soaking the sand, filling the air with its droplets. It was the same stuff that had taken up arms against the very earth, that had raised crystal spires and strung them up like beads in the necklace of the sky, that had taken a mere Elvhen and raised her to glory.

No, Pride knew this for what it was. It was arrogance. Hubris. Pride of the grossest kind, and it coated her throat like poisoned honey.

The world grew thin around her, hollow and empty but for the faintest of sounds. All there was was the vivid scarlet of Valor, bleeding towards the Beyond and into the ground.

Pride could dimly hear Falon'Din's roar of rage, Elgar'nan's cry of victory, and the People clamouring on the fringes and in the stadium. Bodied elves began to press past Pride, jostling her as they made their way to Elgar'nan's side to be the first to pledge themselves once again. Pride did not move away — she was too numb, her glassy eyes fixed on the immobile form that was so far away and so still.

Part of her waited for Valor to move, as she always had before. Any moment now she'd clutch at her punctured breastplate, cough, and rise up on her elbow. She'd scrub at her face and wince up at the sun, searching the seating until her gaze landed on Pride's face. She'd smile, bright and white and dangerous, and chance a wink.

But Valor was still.

A familiar touch on her shoulder jolted Pride from where she had become lost. She abruptly loosened her clawed grip on her knees and glanced up — face impassive and neutral — at Mythal.

The Allmother stroked Pride's arm. She cocked her horned head, her mouth pulling down in a frown, and clicked her tongue.

"Oh my Champion," she said, "you may grieve your friend. She was important to you. But know that her sacrifice has saved endless lives this day."

Her angled expression hardened, the gold of her eyes flashing sharp and intense for the briefest moment. "To be a Champion of Falon'Din is to walk the path of death. She knew this. May her dinan'shiral bring her peace."

Pride's lips were dry, her voice hoarse, when she repeated the traditional reply. It echoed hollowly in the chambers of her heart.

"May her dinan'shiral bring her peace."

[kornstreifs-storys]

Hey Guys! I'm back to introduce you to my new babys. Meet my OCs Gaia (Top) and Anima (Bottom). They are two of the three gods of the pokémon AU I'm creating right now. These two + Arceus are reffered to as the Great old ones and they are very Powerfull. (I will add their Profiles later).

For now, know that Gaia is the Allmother, origin of all and Anima ist the Grim Reaper, Sheppherd of Souls, end of all.

[fearbend]

❝              do  you  make  a  habit  of  picking  battles  you  can’t  win  ?  ❞  more  rhetorical  than  anything  else,  the  question  is  voiced  passively,  velveteen  tone  full  to  the brim  of  disinterest.  still,  she’s  never  taken  any  chances  and  isn’t  about  to  start  now.

so  her  stance  remains  unmoving,  the  balls  of  her  feet  pointedly  rooted  in  her  kata  ;  a  clear  DICHOTOMY  between  body  language  and  speech.

@allmothered​​  liked  for  a  starter

[snarkyship-main]

A very young Loki as well

Continues...>>>

[hjbender]

Omg imagine if canon Loki and Thor met TLFT Frigga and she just /knows/ that they're her boys. She calls Loki "her little magpie" and he just. breaks down in front of everyone. Falls straight to his knees at the weight of it all. And canon Thor is crying too, because they've both missed their mama

WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME SAD ON A FRIDAY, ANON. WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU

Okay, I jest, but seriously, Frigga embracing her AU/Canon sons who have been mourning her for the last 7 years is too sweet. And maybe she pulls the two from her universe in for a hug as well, because she’s not called the Allmother for nothing.

…And then there’s Odin, who’s standing off to the side and grumbling to himself and drinking at ten o’clock in the morning. “Well, he might be a Frost Giant instead of a troll, but at least he makes an effort to look like a man. That’s good. And with Loki as my adopted son, there is absolutely no chance of Thor falling in love with him.”

He nods firmly.

A beat passes.

Somewhere in a parallel universe, an audience bursts into howls of laughter.

That audience is us.

[something-in-the-seas]

Odin dumping out Eivor's entire wardrobe and giving her a makeover... an evil makeover...

Randvi, who knows right away something is very wrong:

[experimentjr]

After the disappearence of Hilda, David tried leaving the city from time to time to search for his friend, and sometimes would get into fights with some boys for mocking his friend's fate, but after his mum — who had become a safety patrol — had decided he would be best suited becoming a safety patrol. At first he didn't like the idea of patrol training, but as time went by and as Frida said that it would help him on their quest of finding Hilda, David just accepted it and even started enjoying it. It reminded him of the sparrow scouts — which he always loved — and even met some old faces, as well as some new ones at the patrol training. With the sparrow scouts, his school and the safety patrol training, David was getting very exhausted and for someone as tired as how he was at the time, he was of no fun for Bertha, his marra who for a while, stopped bothering him, but this is for another story... OK!!! And with Teen David done, time for teen Hilda and teen Louise >:) or should I draw adult Trevor? Hmmm so many options XD

[that-dang-deerfox]

A little scene from the fanfic that @experimentjr wrote from the allmother AU 

[s-p-o-d-e]

Name: Moon Allmother Age: 40s (physically) (real age unknown) Height: 7' (213 cm) Occupation: Allmother, Queen Relatives/Relationship: Star Butterfly (daughter), King River (husband), Toffee (enemy), Comet Allmother (mother) Birthplace: Universe SVT1435 (aka Bad Boy Universe #6) Introduced in Chapter 1 of Into the Star-Verse. One of, if not the most powerful being in this universe. This version of Moon Butterfly wields the mysterious Moonforce, a mystical energy separate from dipping down and the magic wand, as it draws from a source within her own body, her heart - an entire pocket dimension of magic to draw energy from. With this force, Moon is able to push beyond the infinite potential of the wand, the most powerful weapon in the universe. The Allmother is strict, much stricter than the Moon from Prime Universe. She demands obedience, power and knowledge. Ever since the day Toffee murdered Comet, the previous Allmother, Moon has sworn from that day forth to rule with absolute power, the power to protect the kingdom from Evil, as such her standards are high, demanding perfection from all. Not even her own daughter would get any special treatment. The source of power of the Allmothers are all unique, but the Moonforce is even more enigmatic than any of the Queens who came before. To receive this cosmic power, Moon chose to stab herself seven times over the course of seven days while simultaneously throwing herself off a cliff after each stab wound. One wound per day, one jump per day, and every night she would crawl back up from the depths of the ocean to repeat the process the next day. Her blood drips into the vast cosmic ocean, symbolizing her giving up the mortal flesh to trade for higher knowledge and power. In the end, allowing her to see things beyond the darkness and the Infinite Spectrum of Chaos. It is said that when she falls into the ocean, her spirit enters a higher spatial plane for an uncountable amount of years. Nobody knows for sure how long she was there in that higher dimension, nobody even knows where that dimension is. The Allmother knows many things, secrets and arcane knowledge she keeps to herself. She works in mysterious ways, and her goals, her intents are not always clear nor logical, at least from mortal perspectives.

[foxenhund]

@allmothered said   :       “you from the newspaper? a cop?”

the tavern smells like sticky booze and uncouth revelry   :         he does not nurse a drink     (      sometimes,   it is easier to assume a role,    to play at the drunkard with something cool in his hand,   to let people grow loose and easy around him   ...   but disguises can become tricky when they bleed too easily into real life     ).        ‘‘     nothing of the sort.      ’’        the truth comes sweetly to his tongue   :       the legal system was only his friend through tangential means   ...   an unharmful criminal could slip through his fingers with a sob story and a slow shrug.         ‘‘    i help adventuring parties when they reach difficult cases.   ’’

[rosella-writes]

hellooooooo happy friday!! for any pairing in your arlathan au, "i'm not calling you a liar, just don't lie to me" from the florence and the machine prompts

Helloooo and thank you!! I really appreciate the excuse to write this au lol and this is peeeerfect for something I wanted to do for Mythal and Pride.

Relationship Mythal & Pride (Solas)

Solas is she/her and proud, vain, and femme

Words: 555

for @dadrunkwriting

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"What does Wisdom have to say?"

Pride's eyes flicked to the tall figure silhouetted against the arching windows of her throne room. "Allmother?"

There was silence, then the silhouette moved. The figure came away from the windows, gradually becoming cast in sharp relief — the angled planes of Mythal's face were stony in this pale light, and the curve of her horns from her temples was particularly intimidating tonight. Pride wondered, not for the first time, why Justice given form would have taken such horns for herself.

"What," she emphasized, "does Wisdom have to say? For herself?"

Pride held Mythal's golden-eyed gaze with her own silver one, keeping her jaw level with the floor. She squared her shoulders, feeling her hair brush against them. She settled her emotions behind her impassable guard, so that not so much as a whisper of intimidation could raise a flush on her skin.

"I suppose we could ask her," she said easily, crossing the floor towards Mythal on soft, bare feet. "I do not keep her nor her secrets."

Mythal scoffed. "While I do not call you a liar when I ask this, my love, I must say it nonetheless. Do not lie to me."

"I cannot lie to you," Pride lied, sighing through the discomfort she hid deep within layers of herself. "I see no reason to keep Wisdom's statements from you, but to tell them to you would require me to know them."

Mythal's eyes narrowed. "You love her. You would not adamantly defend someone you do not love."

Pride allowed herself a carefully curated laugh. "I love many."

Mythal regarded her, the air tense with unfocused magic between them. It dispersed, suddenly, when she threw her horned head back in a laugh.

"That must be true," she finally cackled, the wrinkles easing between her brows, "for you to be so terribly bullheaded about it. I know the two of you talk about everything. I need to know her soul of souls."

"You know it, Allmother. I could not tell you anything you do not already know."

Mythal cocked her head to the side and sighed. She met Pride at the center of the floor, arms outstretched, and took her slim hands into her own. Pride focused very hard to keep her palms from sweating.

"I should not have to explain myself to you, my Champion," Mythal muttered. "But I know well how curious and defensive you are. In any case, I wish to know her because she has rejected my husband's petition for her Championship."

Pride blinked, allowing some sweet confusion to slip over her face and through the air. "While it is hard to imagine why she would do such a thing, is it not true that every Champion must only serve willingly?"

Mythal waved that away. "Of course. I do not mean to press her into service. I simply wish to understand her declination, and to better improve so that she may change her mind of her own volition. 'Tis better indeed, my beloved."

Pride knew exactly what 'change her mind' likely meant when it came to matters of the Sun. But she trusted Mythal to keep him in check. This must be the least of all offences, else Mythal would not push her so for details.

If Pride trusted anyone, she trusted her mother.

[tigwex]

posts my monster hunter monster au phil because i have no shame and i enjoy itt :) he is. thunder serpent narwa (AND narwa the allmother)