#vaguely medieval fantasy au

[hiort]

dark fantasy disco

[esteemed-excellency]

fuck it. fantasy au

[poorlemons]

im falling into a phase of faux historical outfit drawing

[madefate]

“You don’t have to love me.” [Stolas to Blitz] / @helldustedstories

At first glance, the Prince's room - what'd that fancy butler guy call it, his chambers ? - seem as dark and dreary as the rest of this castle. But as Blitz peers around, glancing from the desk to the hangings over the bed ( what a fuckin' bed - he's never seen anything that comfortable or that big before; if he plays his cards right, will he be able to sleep there? ) he realizes that there are touches of color - deep, rich burgundies; dark, celestial blues. There are little star ornamentations, and some of the books on the massive bookshelf gleam with hints of gold or silver.

It's almost as pretty in here as the prince himself.

The prince that Blitz has been doing everything in his Satan-damned power to not look at - one glance had him plunging into a decade old memory, one he'd silently hung onto, polished like a stone until it gleamed, and tucked away to keep it safe. - To keep himself safe. You don't just tangle with royalty, after all. Particularly not if you're just an imp who wants to keep their head on their shoulders.

But of fucking course it had to be him. Stolas.

The reassurance - hesitant and softly spoken, what a strange tone to hear from a royal - Blitz stills. He hasn't reached out to touch anything but he'd been trying to keep up that brazen, careless confidence up - stronger the deeper into the lion's den he was. But when he finally does look over, when he sees Stolas and he no longer has the chaos of being shipped in to distract himself, Blitz falters.

❝ Uh - right. ... Thanks. ❞

Shit - if he's going to do this, he's going to have to do this right. The last thing he wants is any of the promised money taken back from his sister, from Fizz, and to be kicked to the curb. - And, honestly, he wouldn't put it past the king to just dispose of him, to boot. No, no. That was the reason he hadn't fought his father when he'd sold him off - that was the reason that he was embracing this as much as he can; you don't say no to that kind of money. Not when they'd lost everything they'd earned over a lifetime of performing - because of him.

Still, he catches himself watching the prince for a moment, strangely ... transfixed. The room is lit by candle, and in the darkness outside the windows, the shadows are soft and warm, playing across the prince's face - a face that looks ... lost. A momentary spark of connection flares behind his ribs before Blitz tries to shake it off - puts on the air of bravado and charm and kneels before him with a flourish and a grin.

❝ I'm in your service, your highness. Whatever you like - however you like. ❞ He drops his voice lower, more sultry, skating the line between respectful and lascivious ; he has no fucking idea what a companion should be, but that feels right ... right ? ❝ For however long you like. Tonight, of course, but I'm here to stay. ❞ Until you no longer need me - but why even put that forward as a possibility ? An eventuality ?

Just - please don't let Stolas fucking remember him.

[cherry-bomb-ships]

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE ASK GAME

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[caffetato-the-caffeinated-potato]

I'm finally done with this! That last page took me ages to finish. I could have just done a crowd in a void like everyone else, but noooo, my brain had to insist on making an actual background.

I really like how I rendered these, though. I'm thinking that it might be the style I use for the main TTAU comic when I get to that point.

Cannot wait to get started actually interacting with other AUs in the @tmntaucompetition! The hijink potential of taking characters from a vaguely medieval fantasy setting and having them interact with characters from a more modern setting is going to be so fun to work with!

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

The king's gift

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 24

Prompt: Birthday

Rated: T

CW: veeery light dubcon if you squint really hard; mild blood and violence

Tags: Time Travel; Magic AU; Fantasy AU; Royal Eddie; Time traveller Steve

Notes: Continued from day 15

A bird is singing outside the window, a cheerful melody of trills and chirps celebrating the sunshine. 

Steve is gonna murder it. 

The sun, too, while he's at it. 

Even with his lids shut, the light feels like someone is trying to wedge a dagger into the space behind his eyes. Each new note from the stupid bird pounds in his skull like the blow of a hammer. 

Or the chime of a giant clock. 

He groans and scrubs a hand over his face as fuzzy memories trickle into his mind. Snarling monsters with giant fangs and claws, chasing him through the ruins of an ancient castle. A crumbling throne covered in vines, silver sigils glowing all around it. The sound of the clock in his bones, in his blood, and then … silence.

“Fucking hell … weirdest dream I've ever had.”

“Don't blame you,” someone says, and wait, he knows that voice. It was in the dream, too. “Making the acquaintance of those charming critters will do that to a guy.” 

Steve freezes.

Then, very slowly, he peers out from behind his hand. 

There's a guy in the bed with him, a vaguely familiar guy with long dark curls and eyes to match. He's lounging against the headboard, a book in his lap, but when he catches Steve gawking at him, he marks the page and puts it down on the nightstand. 

The very unfamiliar nightstand. Right next to the very unfamiliar bed they're in. 

“Hey, pretty thing,” the guy smiles, and one hand, heavily adorned in silver rings, tenderly smoothes Steve’s hair from his forehead. “Feeling better?” 

“The fuck?” Steve shoots upright. “Where the hell am I?” 

Because the room, as it turns out, is as unfamiliar as the bed. It looks like something out of the period pieces his mom watches - ornate furniture and plush carpets, walls covered in velvet tapestries. Like some medieval king's castle, and … 

… oh, no. 

No fucking way. 

“Careful now,” the guy chuckles good-naturedly and grabs him by the scruff of his shirt. “They did quite the number on you. My head mage patched you up, but you don't wanna overdo it.”

He makes to pull him back into the pillows, but Steve twists from his grip and jumps out of the bed, ignoring the wave of vertigo that comes with the movement. 

“Woah woah, wait!” he stammers. “What the fuck do you mean? That was real? What the hell is even- What am I wearing?” 

Because his jeans and tee are gone. Instead, he's in some sort of wide, billowy shirt. It flows around his form and ends somewhere around his very naked thighs. It has frills. 

He isn’t wearing anything else. 

“You were somewhat covered in blood, darling,” the man laughs. He languidly unfolds himself from the bed, one long limb at a time, and steps into Steve’s space. “Didn't wanna risk an infection. Also doesn’t befit my gift to run around like that, all dirtied and-” 

“Excuse the fuck outta me?” Steve squawks. “Your what?”

Anger flares low in his gut and he takes a step backwards. The man just smiles easily and follows, and then, suddenly, warm calloused hands are cradling his cheeks. 

“My gift, sweetheart,” he repeats, like that isn't something only a complete fucking lunatic would say. His thumbs idly stroke Steve’s cheekbones. “It's my birthday and the magic gave you to me, just like the oracle said it would. I've been waiting so long for you. Didn't expect you to be this gorgeous, but that's an added bonus, isn't it?” 

They're close, very close, so close that some errant strands of curly hair are tickling Steve’s flushed cheeks. And somehow the guy is still getting closer, head tilted ever so slightly, plush pink lips parted just enough to- 

Steve isn't a violent guy, usually, but … he's going through a lot right now and he's panicking, okay?

He doesn’t even consciously process what happens. Just knows that a stranger whose bed he woke up in and who just called him his fucking birthday gift is pulling him in for a kiss. One second later, his knuckles are hurting and said stranger is in a heap on the floor, wiping blood from his split lip. 

“Pretty and feisty,” he mutters. When he lifts his gaze, his eyes are full of awe. “You really are perfect, aren't you?” 

“What the fuck?” Steve blurts. Again. He's starting to lose count of how often it's been. “Who do you even think you are, you fucking weirdo?” 

The guy cocks his head in confusion, but only for a second. Then, that infuriating dimpled grin slips back on. He's handsome, in a dangerous and rugged way, with his wild hair and bruised lip. 

“Apologies, he rumbles. "Where are my manners?” 

And then, without getting up off the ground, he reaches out and takes Steve’s hand in his. Steve watches, heart in his throat and eyes wide with confusion, how the guy bends into a dramatic bow and reverently kisses his own blood off his raw knuckles. 

“The name is Edward. King Edward Munson of the Woodland Mountains. Also oh-so-aptly known as Edward the Banished, though my friends just call me Eddie. And you, my dear …” 

He looks up at him, all glinting eyes under dark lashes and Steve needs to swallow against the lump clogging his throat. 

“You're going to be the one who saves me.”

All my holiday drabbles

[cuckoo-on-a-string]

Promises 1: Introduction

Dark!Morpheus x (female)reader, fantasy/medieval AU, 18+

Master List

Dream of the Endless has been promised a bride.

This is in a different style than the rest of the story, so it gets its own post. Brace for all the yummy, darker tropes, bards' shenanigans, and eventual smut. Hoping to post updates quickly (like every other day) between all my other projects, and your support means the world!

Introduction

The king of Meiren found himself as part of a tale. Unfortunate for him. Amusing for Dream of the Endless.

Ten years past, the king summoned him to beg a favor.

“I’ve been dreaming of the most beautiful woman.” Obsession flamed in the mortal’s eyes, brighter than the reflection of the single candle stood between them. “I’ve searched, but I fear she is not of this realm, and I will not take any other as queen.”

The king’s distress smelled of Desire’s work, some perfumed horror to break a nation over brief carnal pleasures. Or perhaps a faerie game, wicked and senseless beyond a moment’s amusement. Passing, paltry things that may become histories and novels in his library, but no business of his. He would not have helped if not for what the king offered in return.

“If you help me find this woman and take her to wife, I will return an equal boon.”

He spoke earnestly, but Dream turned away his desperation with a smirk and a slow shake of his head. “What boon might you offer one such as I? I have no need of your gold, your land, or your kingly permissions.”

The next words began the story and sealed the little king’s fate.

“A bride of your own. I would gather the fairest, brightest, noblest from my kingdom from which you might choose.”

Vague amusement soured into offense, and his smirk twisted into a sneer. He dared? Truly?

Dream peered down his nose at the man. What could this hungry dreamer know of love? “Tell me, then, what creature in your kingdom might be my equal when none are good enough even to be your consort?”

The king had no good answers, only selfish dreams and childish demands. Groveling, he asked, “Will you not help me, then?”

But it was too late, and Dream was invested in this fool’s demise. After all, finding the woman of his dreams would not make him happy. Morpheus was certain of that. And the king would fail to keep his end of the bargain. He was certain of that, too. It wasn’t the first time he’d become a character in a tale, and he wanted justice for the scratches on his withered heart, for all they were left unknowingly.

One who dared offer the impossible to an Endless should reap their worthy prizes.

“I will help you.”

The king opened his mouth to thank him, but Dream hadn’t finished.

“I will come at a time of my choosing, and you will assemble those promised. If I do not find one that pleases me, I will take recourse in any manner I please.”

He didn’t even leave the king the promise of fair or equal retribution. When he was disappointed, he would please to be merciless indeed. But the king was a fool and did not listen well. He accepted. Eagerly.

The king had his bride – a faerie who he wed, bed, and conceived an heir upon. But on the child’s seventh birthday, he and his mother both disappeared on a ride through the morning fog. Brokenhearted, he could not bring himself to marry again, and he spent more time pitying his fate than managing his lands. He wasted his youth, his love, and his legacy for a dream.

And now it was the king’s turn to make good on his promise.

The invitations were sent, summoning the young, the talented, and the beautiful to court. The castle staff prepared to host the horde of eligibles and the Endless the king hoped to please for seven days, at the end of which the King of Dreams would make his choice or exact his vengeance.

[sparrowrye]

Future Story Ideas

I am keeping a collection of possible AU ideas either from my own crazy mind or your devilish ones. You can comment or direct message any ideas (they can be as vague or as detailed as you want) and let me know if you want to be @ on this post for your idea.

This will help me gauge interest on what most of you would like to have for a fic. I have so many ideas but I need help picking which one to do first.

**Please note, I am only writing Alastor in his Demon form. Even the modern ideas will have him with that appearance because I’m a sucker for that look 🥵

AU IDEAS

Bookshop and radio host

Realistic Hazbin Hotel (horror)

The Barrowers (tiny society living under our floorboards)

Yandere Alastor

Street racer

Ringmaster circus

Futuristic society

Fantasy cottage

Witch and wizard

Wizard x familiar

Cowboy / ranch life

Countryside farmhouse

Modern arranged marriage

Fantasy Maid and Master

Fantasy medieval arranged marriage

Modern on the run criminal

Fantasy desert caravan

Mage academy

Demon prince/lord x sacrifice

Pirate captain

Villain x (ex) Hero

[fridayth13]

—it's a love story

↳ chongyun, fanan/bonanus, lyney, wriothesley, and la signora × reader (separately) (royalty au!)

↳ genre: fluff, hijinks, a bit of crack(chongyun), hurt/comfort(wriothesley and maybe lyney's too), fantasy elements(signora) | wordcount: 1.8k | warnings: reader being a bit presumptuous and assuming(fanan)

↳ notes: while writing i did realize that some of these scenarios could happen even without the medieval setting, but i think everyone needs to imagine their favorite characters in a royalty au. at least once. for the aesthetic

—chongyun

if anyone's ever watched gravity falls, think of that episode where dipper explores the northwest mansion with pacifica. it goes something like that

your family, as well as even the servants around the castle, grew wary of things that went bump in the night over the last few years

eventually, they called in an exorcist to get rid of anything with malicious intent

his name was chongyun— the best of the best in liyue

it was said even the most gruesome of evils steered clear of his presence. and when you first met, you thought it was no wonder

with his icy stare and his imposing ceremonial greatsword, he looked almost surreal as the ghosts themselves

you were tasked with representing your family. you and the exorcist were about the same age, so your parents thought it would help make him more comfortable

once you got to talk to him personally though, that assumption immediately fell flat on its face

as you went through the palace, his coldness didn't seem to waver, no matter how much you tried to lighten the mood. his tone when speaking (limited to one word replies and/or lengthy explanations about evil spirits) was clipped and entirely professional

it didn't take you long to resign to the fact that you were probably annoying him, and so you stopped

chongyun, however, was left stuck asking himself why you'd suddenly started acting so stiffly

as you forlornly inspected an ancient vase, he wondered if he should apologize for.. something? was he being too cold? he hoped not

though chongyun did worry that his long time crush on you would have him combust if he ever stood an inch too close

besides, he was on a job. professionalism, chongyun. professionalism

just ignore the unwanted whisper of the xingqiu devil on his shoulder urging him to talk to you

he could do that later

maybe. hopefully

his friend would have definitely been having a field day if he saw him now, fumbling over himself about whether or not to initiate a conversation

you, however, had absolutely no clue what chongyun was glaring at the wall about. the mural maybe? was that cursed? you sidled up to chongyun's side and voiced your question to him

if you knew him any better, you'd recognize the vague pink creeping up his cheeks

—bonanus / fanan

you'd initially thought she was a.. strange choice to be assigned as your personal knight

to be honest, you used to think she was one of the nurses. you often saw her in the infirmary, her deep blue hair and pretty smile catching your eye quite easily

fanan's frame was slender, but with the way she carried herself, anyone might guess she was a member of the royal household like you

you couldn't imagine her in all that clunky armor, swinging a hefty sword against the other warriors. you had thought she was too soft-hearted for that

that was a misjudgement on your part

the first spar you witnessed her partake in was when she was training one of her subordinates

the first thing you were wrong about was her weapon— fanan didn't have a sword, no

she had two

long, elegant twin dao sword with carvings of the waves and ocean legends from the hilt to the iron of the blades. the metal was such a beautiful silver it could pass for blue under a certain light

the second thing you were wrong about?

fanan had no use for armor, apparently

she flowed as easily as water, practically dancing around her opponent in a blur of blue

her blades, the seafoam and her azure apparel, the current; she was a tsunami crashing into the tide

her opponent fell before a minute passed

"you've improved." yet she smiled at them, as sweet as ever

you had to hold yourself back from voicing your bafflement. improved? at this rate, you felt you might as well could have fired every other knight at the palace

"i noticed you stop to watch earlier."

it was only after fully checking in on her subordinate did she ask for your thoughts

"what did you think, your grace? was my performance to your liking?"

you could only blink at her

"y..your grace?"

"i—" you cleared your throat. "um.. yes. yes, it was. more than satisfactory, i think. you are quite skilled, sir bonanus"

then she beamed at your words

your heart fluttered

—lyney

in lyney's words, you were a noble of many treasures, and a bouquet of even brighter blossoms. you sometimes found his riveting manner of speech a bit difficult to understand, but that statement was thankfully not one of them

you thought the notion of having a jester was a bit silly. but you didn't have any other way to describe him either

you supposed magician worked well enough

to start, the court of fontaine was simply enamored with him. who wouldn't be?

a charming fellow from humble origins, rising up with nothing but the little mora in his pocket and the support of his family to keep him afloat. and he'd made it. in no time at all, he was a regular presence on the stage of the opera epiclese.

and while the court of fontaine was enraptured with the magician, lyney himself found himself enraptured by you

he didn't believe in love at first sight, but he knew when he was smitten

you came to every show. every night. he even caught a glimpse of your watching eyes during one of his smaller performances

the immediate night after, the opera's crowd was in complete shambles by the end of his tricks, when a single rainbow rose had been thrown into the crowd by his very hand

it had landed in your lap, just as planned

the look you shared that night was the talk of the entire kingdom for weeks

as for you.. well, he made you laugh. what else was there to say?

soon enough, lyney was giving out backstage passes (pass-es, he told lynette. but she saved him the trouble and requested you to come by herself)

you grew close quickly. lyney seemed like an easy person to get close to, after all. he was a devoted suitor as well; never passing up every opportunity to try and impress you or tell you how grateful he was to you for even looking his way

every performance after that concluded with a rainbow rose in your hand. sometimes even several

your visits to the house of the hearth (previously only for business) increased in number

so when the order came from father to get even closer to you and sleuth about your estate and properties, lyney's heart just about stopped in his chest

—wriothesley

you knew each other for as long as you could remember

he was just a random servant boy in the castle that liked keeping you company. you, in turn, had no complaints. he was fun, if not unpredictable, and a welcome interruption to the rigid palace routine

to him, you were like an angel. he called it the luck of the gods themselves that you wanted to play with him at all when they were kids

with the crown on your head as a halo, the cadence of your voice was your song. you always smelled so nice, and your hands were so soft. your smile, however, was the most stunning. the sight of it almost gave him a sense of pride, knowing that more often than not, it had appeared because of him

you were inseparable, and everyone hated it. especially your parents

it was almost ironic. of all the people to have figured out how the two of you felt about each other first, it had to be the ones that needed you apart the most

he didn't exactly help his own case, what with his smart mouth and knack for getting in trouble. it came as no surprise that he was at the receiving end of someone's scolding quite often. you just hadn't expected it to get so far

the trial went by you in a blur of whispers

"i always knew he was trouble" "what a dreadful child" "how unfortunate"

you couldn't sit still, practically leaning over the rail to look at him. you wanted to snap at your family gossiping behind you. you wanted to jump over the rail and run to your best friend. your only friend. you wanted to yell at him. you wanted to comfort him. you wanted to grab him by the hand and run off somewhere no one could catch you

and he wasn't even looking at you

if only you'd known what he was thinking in those moments. that the mere sight of you at the edge of his vision had him near tears

"i'll come back to you. i'll come back." he repeated to himself every night after that before he fell asleep, dreaming of you

years passed. wriothesley never forgot

now the duke of the fortress he was exiled to, he ran back to the overworld the first chance he had

as soon as he saw you on the streets of the city, he knew

and as soon as you caught sight of him, staring longingly after you across the street, you did too

—la signora

the signora lohefalter was a mysterious woman

the fair lady. an esteemed member of the snezhnayan court. from the way she dressed, the way she carried herself, the way she spoke, it could be said she was the very definition of the word 'luxuriant'.

between the two of you, it had started with a spark

on her end, a spark of interest

you were a bold one. whether you were a lowly servant, a fellow noble, or somewhere in between, you had a certain look in your eye. one of unyielding fire

it drew her in, this mirror of her own disposition

the court was often a rather desolate place to be. the people flew by and drifted off, colder than the wind. your heat was tantalizing to her. and eventually, she learned to crave your warmth

on your end however, the spark was rather literal

witchcraft was forbidden in all but written law. so when you caught the slightest lick of light escaping the signora's ungloved hands, you weren't quite sure what to do

she'd caught your gaze with an amused smile

"you look like you've seen a ghost, y/n."

not quite

it was an odd game of cat and mouse. it was as if the mouse bared fangs, and the cat was left to do nothing but scramble to catch it

it might take a while longer for her to accept her own feelings if you weren't a noble, or draped in finery from head to toe

but when she does, she claims the feelings with conviction. no matter how much longer it will take for the two of you to end your little game, it's clear what's going on to any outsider watching the two of you

maybe it wasn't so much that you wanted her caught. maybe you just wanted to know why. you've voiced this curiosity to her once, in one of your attempts to obtain a confession

she smiled again, in that coy, oh-so-innocent way that she did. she'd tell you, but.. well, you already knew, didn't you? what was there to tell?

and could you really blame her if she enjoyed the way you looked as you chased her down?

dividers from @clutteredfun

[goforth-ladymidnight]

So, I have thoughts re: Feyre’s wedding dress.

It’s pretty much accepted fandom-wide that Feyre’s wedding dress is pretty much the same as the ballgown that Sarah wore in Jim Henson’s Labyrinth (1986), which also happens to resemble Giselle’s wedding gown in Disney’s Enchanted (2007):

I really, truly hated my wedding gown. It was a monstrosity of tulle and chiffon and gossamer, so unlike the loose gowns I usually wore: the bodice fitted, the neckline curved to plump my breasts, and the skirts … The skirts were a sparkling tent, practically floating in the balmy spring air.

I might have dealt with it all if it weren’t for the puffy capped sleeves, so big I could almost see them glinting from the periphery of my vision. My hair had been curled, half up, half down, entwined with pearls and jewels and the Cauldron knew what, and it had taken all my self-control to keep from cringing at the mirror before descending the sweeping stairs into the main hall. My dress hissed and swished with each step. ~ Feyre’s description from ACOMAF

I know it’s canon that Ianthe chose the gown, but it also seems cartoonishly exaggerated for the vaguely medieval fantasy setting we were given in Book 1. (The weirdly modern oversized sweaters and leggings Feyre wears later are another topic for another day.) Now, anyone who’s read my fanfiction knows I’m partial to Feylin as a pairing, but I’d like to imagine an AU where Feyre was actually looking forward to her wedding. (SJM seems to think wedding scenes are corny, for some reason, so I guess it’s no surprise that Feyre hated every aspect of it in the story.) If it were up to me, her wedding gown would have looked something like this:

Source: a now defunct site dedicated to medieval wedding gowns from which I saved this image several years ago.

If I remember right, the gown was called Titania, which seems fitting for a faerie queen’s future Lady of the Spring Court’s gown, don’t you think?

Not to mention how much more annoying it would be if Feyre actually liked her wedding gown when Rhys told her she looked ridiculous in it, but that’s another discussion entirely...

Canon is canon, I get that, but the Titania dress fits the Spring Court aesthetic better than the puffy ballgown ever did, and I stand by that.

[ominousvibez]

INTRODUCING: shrek au

ok ok i don't typically ship things but a shrek gray ghost au popped in my mind with this post.

maybe not with ogres but maybe ghosts/demons/spirits something vaguely medieval. fantasy creatures galore.

starring:

danny as shrek! a lonely ghost who lives in haunted woods by himself. but is he fully a ghost, or is there something different about him?

tucker as donkey! is he actually a talking donkey, or is he just a weird human? idk! YOU figure that out!

vlad as Lord Farquaad but instead of looking to marry someone he's looking to find an heir to rule over his kingdom instead. he's fully human, and he uses magic to forcibly remove the

valerie as fiona! a princess left in an abandoned tower by her family many years ago due to a curse that transforms her into a hideous beast (a ghost) during nightfall. why doesn't she fly away? ...idk bro i am just throwing stuff out there

sam as puss in boots! she's a walking talking kitty cat. probably looks like kitty softpaws more than a ginger but don't mess around with her, she knows how to use that sword. how is she in shrek 1? idk bro just go with it

idk who other characters would be but i do enjoy the thought of dash as prince charming.

[bloodsplatteredcrown]

INTRO POST!

Hello! This page is a page dedicated to a Percy Jackson Au of mine I call “Blood Splattered Crown!”

The Au is a medieval fantasy au! It’s mostly focused around Jason as everyone in the au is kind of connected through him!

In the au, demigods have more animal like features based off of the sacred animals of their parents!! (Or just things I thought were cool and kinda related to the god..teehee..)

More down below!⇩

Characters and what they are!:

Percy: Nymph siren

Jason: human/artificially made werewolf

Annabeth: owl

Leo: Quarter dragon (i promise there is a difference between half and quarter dragons in the au!! Trust me!!)

Piper: elf

Nico: necromancer? (He doesn’t have a specific species right now!)

Will: cicada

Luke: Snake

Hazel: witch

Frank: shapeshifter + familiar (also doesn’t have a specific species.)

If you don’t see a character with a species, then they probably don’t have one right now! Only a vague idea to fit them into the lore! If you have any ideas for characters I would LOVE to see them I desperately need them..

If you also have any questions, I might have answers! Just ask! (I might do a lore post with EVVERRRYTHINNGG on there. If people want it of course.. wink wink let me yap..cough cough.. )

Link to the fanfic! (It probably won’t get more than two chapters unfortunately as I can’t commit to writing more than that.)

(I also don’t consider myself much of a writer!! Apologies if it’s extremely bad!)

[valrayne-faeu]

Curious if you have any suggestions for outfit inspiration for this au? Like other works that you look too or aesthetics to search pintrest with? Fantasy is not generally my wheelhouse when it comes to character creation but I want to make an oc for this so bad lol

helpful search terms are things like "elvish aesthetic", "fae aesthetic", "medieval fantasy clothes", and even "dnd outfit aesthetics". fae can be very diverse and there isn't one set fashion style that they adhere to, so you're free to be creative and unusual with it! some things you can keep in mind are the vibes being vaguely medieval, with a tendency for layering sheer fabrics, lots of long and flowy fabrics (cloaks, scarves, etc), lots of jewellery, etc. the Winter Realm usually has fae in thicker, warmer looking clothes, and the Summer Realm is more breezy and light.

[demonicdeadbeat]

𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔯

I'm Oliver (he/they interchangable), I'm in my 30s, and I'm a roleplayer and writer who does (sometimes very) lazy literate style roleplay. I'm disabled, trans masculine nonbinary, neurodivergent and I like to think I'm a decent enough RP partner if we click. I have Discord, which is predominantly where I roleplay. I reply usually multiple times a day.

I don't care much about literacy levels or mistakes, as long as you have some grasp of English and we're having fun, why does it matter?

You must be 21+ to RP or interact with me. I have no interest in even SFW RP with minors. I don't care about your IRL gender or what have you though.

𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔩𝔶 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤

Most of these are m×m as I strongly prefer that. Enby×m is fine also. I do f×m incredibly rarely and only if I can play the guy. Trans and intersex characters are very much welcome. Some of my favourite OCs are trans masc themselves and I sometimes AU my favourite canon characters as trans masc too.

Generally I will play either half of these pairings. I also enjoy occasionally doubling up if there's a plot you really want to play also.

I enjoy writing smut and kink immensely, but do also enjoy plot too. A 50/50 split is good. I have a Kink Garden page I can give out on request to see if our kinks align.

I only use real person or solely descriptive FCs. No anime and no cartoons, sorry. I am not picky about your FC usually. I generally favour FCs over 25 at least, and tend to only play people over 30 myself.

I really like becoming friends outside of the RP, I love making playlists, mood boards, chatting, text message threads if appropriate, etc.

My characters are usually switches and vers, but I can assume a more top or Dom role, or a more bottom or submissive role, if it works with the RP.

I do not generally use Tupperbox or related bots but I could for the right RP partner!

Fandom Based:

Generally I am very open to AUs and love putting my favourite characters into them, so don't be afraid to ask if you have your heart set on an AU for any of the following.

Good Omens (Aziraphale × Crowley)

FFXIV (OC × OC only)

Baldur's Gate 3 (Astarion × Gale, Astarion × Wyll, Astarion × Halsin, Gale x Wyll, Durge × Most Male Canon Characters, Tav × Most Male Canon Characters)

Fandomless:

All of these ideas are deliberately vague, so we can plot together!

Modern with Supernatural Creatures (Vampire × Werewolf, Werewolf × Werewolf, Undead/Immortal race × Human, Monster × Human generally)

Modern with Magic (Any pairing that fits the setting, including AUs)

Dungeons and Dragons-esque/High Medieval Fantasy (Knight × Prince, Prince × Commoner, Adventurer × Adventurer, Monster × Humanoid generally, Pirates, High Society, Forbidden Romance, any other pairing that fits the setting, including AUs)

Modern (Kinky Hedonist × Newbie to the Kink Scene and other kink lifestyle based plots, Sugar Baby x Sugar Daddy, Musician × Techie, Poet × Musician, Writer × Editor, Florist × Artist, Artist × Muse, Soulmates AU, Forbidden Romance pretty much anything)

Omegaverse (Can be added onto any other plot tbh, I usually play Alpha or Beta against an Omega, but could play an Omega too if wanted against your Alpha or Beta.)

Interested? Contact me through this blog and I'll send you my Discord username!

[grimm-the-tiger]

Fuck it, Grisha!Denmark.

More on this AU below the cut:

The Grishaverse is the setting of several (I think like three-ish) book series. It's a vaguely pre-modernity fantasy universe. The first series - Shadow and Bone - is set in Ravka, based on Tsarist Russia, and the second - Six of Crows - is set in Kerch, based on colonial-era Amsterdam. Other areas I can remember off the top of my head are Fjerda (medieval Scandinavia), Novya Zem (Africa, I think?), and Shu Han (Imperial China). In the Grishaverse, some people - known as Grisha - are born with the ability to control and manipulate a given element or material, ranging from flesh to metal, sort of like Benders in Avatar but with less martial arts. Grisha are generally not well-liked except in Novya Zem, where I believe they're considered sacred, and Ravka, where they're drafted into the army to hone their skills for warfare.

Matthias Densen is a fugitive Inferni from Fjerda, which really, really hates Grisha and considers them witches. He, his childhood friend Lukas Ransson, and Lukas's little brother Eirikur went on the run together after Matthias was outed as a Grisha, with the ultimate goal of reaching Ravka, where they'll at least have a modicum of safety.

Because Matthias had no training and very little knowledge of how Grisha powers work outside of highly exaggerated stories, he thinks he's average, probably even terrible, for a Grisha (he's not). Because he's also very dumb, he wears the closest thing he can get to a replica of a kefta, the standard clothing for Ravkan Grisha, and wonders why he's always recognized as Grisha on the spot. Lukas, for his part, doesn't really mind, because it means people tend to go after Matthias first and give him an opening to make a run for it.

Some other headcanons:

Norway is a Heartrender

Sweden is either a Durast or an Alkemi; I haven't decided yet

Iceland may or may not be a Darkling. The "may" is necessary because he wasn't even a year old by the time the trio went on the run, but suspicious darkness-related bullshit keeps happening when he's around, so either he is or he's just the subject of a bunch of really weird coincidences

Finland is the token normal one. He's Berwald's closest friend and could not give less of a shit about him being a Grisha. He hates the Fjerdan government for reasons unrelated to the Grisha

Sealand is a Tidemaker

I'm torn between making Russia a really good Heartrender or a really bad Healer, because I'm not sure which fits him more

China is an Alkemi from Shu Han. Ivan has a fat crush on him, which Yao is aware of but chooses to ignore because Ivan creeps him out

America is an Alkemi; he got it from England, who quite literally went out to get milk one day and never came back. Arthur's probably either dead or wishes he was, not that this shakes Alfred's optimism in any way, shape or form

Canada is a Durast, and occasionally takes work on Netherlands' ship partially for pay and partially so he can look for Arthur. He's nowhere near as optimistic about Arthur's survival as Alfred is, but he's looking anyway just to make his brother happy

France is a Tailor

Netherlands is also a normal human. No one knows what his deal is. He fills a similar role to the Conductor in the TV adaptation, smuggling Grisha who don't want anything to do with the Second Army to Novya Zem via boat. Sometimes he charges people out the nose for his help, sometimes he does it for free; coincidentally, the latter mostly happens whenever Matthew is aboard