#Fantasy au!

[tw1nkee28]

My sister's fantasy AU lore <3

[ghostly-writers]

A gift

This is a birthday gift for the spectacular, marvellous and show-stopping @where-no-knight-goes Please check out their amazing art and give them the love and support they deserve.

Arthur had a gift. The gift of creation was something that had been bestowed upon him as a blessing but sometimes felt more like a curse than anything like he couldn’t get rid of it no matter how hard he tries. He first found out about his gift when he was playing in the garden with his papa who was showing him all the different types of flowers and plants and what they could do or symbolise. Arthur had gently touched one of the buds he was particularly interested in and it had flowered almost instantly, the delicate petals reaching up to the sun. Arthur had stared in disbelief and started crying out of confusion. His papa had gently taken his hand after calming the 5 year old before enclosing a small amount of dirt in his palm and telling Arthur to concentrate on a flower he really liked. Arthur had closed his eyes tightly and imagined a sunflower and low and behold a sunflower had emerged out of the dirt and spread out the golden flower pointed towards him. Arthur had thrown the flower out of fear and understandably started crying loudly again not knowing what was happening or why he was randomly making flowers. His papa had scooped him up and held him close, cooing and soothing him, telling him that he was special and this was something he should cherish and take care of.

Over the years Arthur started to gain control over his newfound powers and tried to explore where they came from; he traced his history all the way back to an ancient tribe that once owned these lands and believed their powers to create were bestowed upon them by the gods but their name had been lost to history long ago. Arthur continued to trace his roots and found that the tribes then settled down in villages across the land using their gifts for healing and nurturing the land surrounding them which helped provide and keep them safe. However, most had been burned down due to the previous ruler who chased them from their homes trying to capture and use them for their powers. Arthur's parents had been killed during one of these raids, guards had forced themselves into their home their heavy boots pounding against the floor, his mother had quickly hid him under a pile of blankets before being thrown to the floor and being dragged out, his father receiving the same treatment, the dirt beneath their knees soaked with tears and blood the king coming into view despite his hands being clean they were stained with the lives of innocents his moustache turned up in a constant sneer. Arthur had peaked out from under the safety of the blanket pile and despite his mothers warnings had padded towards the door his mess of fluffy brown hair visible as he looked around the corner of the door. “ARTHUR!” His mother yelled a sword held against her neck, the silvery blade reflecting the sun blinding Arthur momentarily. Everything was too bright and loud there was so much screaming and crying there was fire that was as hot as a thousand suns smoke pummelling into the air in thick clouds. 

“Whose this little fellow?~” He heard a deep voice purr eliciting a choked sob from his mother. Arthur was picked up, his head being held back so he was forced to look into piercing green eyes, his neck was held tightly so he couldn’t pull away and all Arthur could do was weakly punch and whimper since he didn’t have the strength for much else. “What’s your name?” The demon asked, his teeth sharp and white. King Peterson was a tyrant. He had no morals, compassion or kindness in his stone cold heart that only kept beating because it fed off people's misery. Arthur didn’t reply and just kept kicking and squirming whining about how he wanted his mother. The hand that was holding his neck let go and roughly grabbed his chin forcing him to look into the demon king's eyes again, the other supporting his tiny body. “What. Is. Your. Name?” he demanded not used to being denied something, making Arthur swallow thickly. “A…arthur!” He stuttered out. King Theodore started to tilt his head to one side observing the light freckles that dusted his cheeks, bits of dirt smudged across his face from earlier. He was surprisingly gentle with Arthur almost as if he was made of nothing but porcelain before briefly looking back at his guards who shoved an elderly couple to the ground. They were Arthur's next door neighbours and she always baked Arthur sweet honey cakes and checked up on his family. 

“What shall we do with them sire?” One of the guards asked, looking upon the herd of innocent people who were simply trying to live out their lives in peace under an iron fisted ruler. The king looked at the people, sticking out his bottom lip considering something before turning back to Arthur ��...I think I’ll keep you” he said smoothly running his thumb across Arthur's cheek in an almost affectionate manner making him squirm more. “N…no please! I w…want my mommy!” He begged and started to cry loudly, tears streaming down his chubby cheeks. He let out a loud scream when the hand came back to wipe away his tears, not giving up until he was cleaned up properly. “L…let me go!” He reached out to his mother “momma!” her instincts took over and she reached for her child but a guard grabbed her and threw her back down ripping away her only chance of holding her child again cruelly the king smirking watching as she wept on the ground. Arthur hid his face behind his hands not wanting to see any more but they were ripped away and held in a tight grip “Ah ah ah! I want to see you!” The king mocked, moving Arthur's hair out of his face and holding him close to his chest. “Hmmmm…you will make a good heir after mine…ran off” his face contorted into a scowl as he remembered the memory. Arthur remembered people in the village murmuring about how the prince ran off with one of the knights defying his fathers orders; it was the biggest scandal since all six of the king's siblings mysteriously disappeared and Arthur had a chilling feeling they were all connected.

 “Sire?…” one of the guards spoke, sweating slightly as his majesty fixed them with a glare “what?” He demanded making the guard swallowed “we have r…recieved news that the prince and his lo-” another glare was shot at the guard and if looks could kill this guy would be six foot under “Acquaintance” the glaring stopped and the knight continued “have been spotted in the mountains and-” the poor guy didn't even get to finish as the king hauled Arthur over his shoulder who began flailing and pounding his fists against his back while he started marching towards his horse. “I’m going to the castle with this little one” he tugged at Arthurs cheek who cringed at the contact “then we shall ride out to find my son!” He smirked and turned to Arthur “this is turning into a very good day! I get a new heir and can finally rid myself of Aaron and his…lover”. The guards all nodded and said “Yes sire!” In unison before looking at the crowd of people who clung to each other in protection. “A… and the people sire?” one asked, an evil smile morphed itself on the king's face, the skin contorting in some grotesque manner “Kill them”.

Arthur awoke from his nightmare screaming his arms failing out in all different directions, his raw cries echoing through the castle. He desperately felt around on the soft bed next to him finding only leaves and flowers. He sighed and started to tug the plants up from the fabric as well as the ones that had wrapped themselves around his wrists finally calming down from his nightmare. This was a regular occurrence for him, waking up in the middle of the night screaming from the nightmare that plagued him refusing to leave his tired mind, flowers and fauna evidence from his distress. He would run to his papa and dad normally but he couldn't do that here. This castle was cold and dark with nothing remotely homey about it. Arthur had been torn from his papa and dad by the cruel hands of king Theodore who was delighted to learn that he had a grandson claiming that he would now be the heir to the throne. 

Arthur had been Adopted by Nicholas Roth Aaron Peterson when he ran into them the fateful day his parents were killed he had clung to Nicky’s legs crying about the “mean king!” The horrific screams and smell of blood still fresh in his mind he had kicked King Theodore in the chin and ran as fast as he could, his stumpy legs growing tired after a while. Nicky had tenderly picked him up and held him against his chest. He was warm and smelled like wet earth and roses. King Theodore’s cruelty was something they knew too well about as they had to keep their relationship a secret as the prestigious prince Aaron should never be seen with a lowlife knight like Nicky. So, they decided to run away together finding their happiness in a small wooden cottage deep in the woods 

Arthur had buried his head into Nicky’s chest who desperately tried to soothe him while Aaron stroked his hair asking about his parents. With teary eyes Arthur had managed to tell them they were gone, which seemed to distress Nicky and Aaron. Arthur had hiccuped and whimpered all the way back to their cottage refusing to let go even when he had been set down on a chair and asked a couple questions like “how old are you?” And “What’s your name?” Arthur had answered the questions quietly and softly before breaking down again. Nicky had held him close and allowed him to wail into his chest the cries coming out like that of a wounded animal. “Shhhhh Arthur it's ok” Nicky said gently rocking him back and forth. “We are here…”

Arthur smiled fondly at the memory, removing the rest of the vines from his arms and legs. He had once created an entire ecosystem seemingly complete with animals; it was impossible to see where the bedroom ended and the jungle started. His Papa had helped him control his outbursts but sometimes he couldn’t control them. He had got so frustrated being kept in his room like some beast that he let it all burst out, toxic mushrooms sprouting out then withering away before being replaced with thick vines. When he was done he was standing panting in the middle of the room, sweat dripping from his face. 

His ‘grandfather’ (what was the title the king insisted Arthur called him) was overjoyed at his grandson's power constantly praising him but instead of making him feel proud of his creation it made his skin crawl uncontrollably. He hated it here! He wanted his papa and dad, he wanted to go home and sit in the forest surrounded by real plants instead of the ones he made. Arthur had been pushed far beyond his limit both mentally and physically he had made plants wrap themselves around the castle amongst other things and he didn’t know how much more he could take before he went crazy-

BANG There was muffled yelling from outside the door “where…SON!” Were the only two words Arthur could make out. There was more yelling and screaming and banging and Arthur took a hesitant step towards the door, opening it slightly with a quiet CREAK to see a tall masculine figure holding one of the guards against the wall, their eyes wide and bloodshot…they looked like- “Papa?” Arthur asked hesitantly, the eyes snapped towards him and Arthur shrunk back in fear. Maybe he was hallucinating? Maybe he had just called a homicidal maniac ‘papa’-

 “MY BABY!” Nicky flung himself at Arthur bringing him into a tight hug and holding him close burying his nose into his hair “I was so worried!” and “are you ok?!” Tumbling from his mouth in messy sentences Arthur whimpered and snuggled him, a sense of calm washing over him. His dad came over from observing the knocked out guard that laid in a crumpled heap on the floor and placed a hand on his shoulder joining the family reunion holding his son and husband close, tears pouring from his eyes. Nicky smiled gently and held Arthur closer “lets go before he comes” Arthur could only imagine how feral his Papa had gone searching for his son ripping apart the kingdom to look for him. After their frantic horse ride home losing several guards that had been tailing them Arthur was back at home lying between his Papa and dad who had not stopped fussing over him when they got home checking him over to make sure he wasn’t hurt his papa cursing the king “if that bastard lays a single finger on you again I’m going to rip his head off!”. Later, Arthur had hesitantly asked if he could sleep with them and without hesitation both agreed. Arthur snuggled up to his dad’s chest and let out a loud content sigh.

He had a gift…a loving family.

[beastwhimsy]

a project I finally got around to finishing!! the mane 6, inspired by their earlier generation counterparts, within a medieval fantasy style setting. please don't repost without permission! you just need to ask.

some fun facts:

fluttershy is half unicorn here!! that's why she has the deer-like build and slightly long tail.

rarity is half horse

applejack is fully just a horse.

pinkie and rainbow are the only true ponies

their jobs (in the order shown in the lineup) are royal messenger, royal jester, royal menagerie keeper, royal tailor, royal orchard farmer and Queen Celestia's Most Specialest Student.

in this au, they all met due to working within the castle grounds.

in this au, celestia is queen, luna is still banished, and twilight is discouraged from making friends as it distracts her from her studies. she is celestia's heir and grew up in the castle.

they are all marekissers. lol

[bl00dfroma-fairy]

[pbeltarts]

Fantasy au BKDK! I had way more fun with this than i expected so I'll probably play with the au designs more in the future

[illwilledomen]

Piglin

Hog-folk of the infernal nether. They’re in a post-apocalyptic state now, but they were once the most advanced civilization in Minecraft, even trumping the Ancient Builders. They use machines instead of magic.

Sows are slightly larger and fatter than males, with smaller tusks. Boars are more muscular, with bony faces and coarse black manes. Boars often adorn themselves with jewelry, body paint, and the like, to woo sows, and bachelors marry into groups run by old matriarchs. Sows of high rank in bastions usually have a harem of males serving both as concubines and bodyguards. Piglin are for the most part polyamorous.

They communicate in Piglish, a mixture of signing and vocalisations. Complex sentences are signed, and sounds are used as emotive context clues, like auditory tone tags.

[kirawrart]

BkDk Inktober Day 4 (2023) - "Fantasy" + "Rain" Decided to combine two prompts today because I liked the atmosphere. I'm really proud of this one ngl!! 🌧

[askmeaboutmyoctopustheory]

most people: haha the time quangle alternate universe where mary ann is a bad kid is so fun!

me: what did she do to get detention on the first day of school. who has the sentient van that’s the most reliable form of transportation. how did fabian survive the nightmare forest. is ragh still homophobic. brennan can you hear me i’m outside your door.

[startheskelaton]

I like to think they both started out as surfs to a master, however gained enough notoriety in order to be an activist and a soldier in training respectively. Then through some “sword in the stone” shenanigans and some “Betraying the king” shenanigans… Optimus Prime becomes king of Iacon, while Lord Megatron takes control of Kaon…. But they would eventually find themselves together once more

[stolos]

TimKon fantasy AU (prince/knight Tim & half-fae Kon)🤭 if y’all like this I’ve got a few more ideas

BONUS DOODLES:

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Villain!Ghost x Pregnant!Wife!Reader

Synopsis: Your husband wants your company..

A/n: GUYS OMG, I know it's been 1 month and a little more since my last official work. I've been procrastinating on this for so long since I only have less than a week till school again.. Also everyone I love on this app is just disappearing, like @ghost-cyphera just deleted her account 4 days ago and I got the notif but didn't see it in time, I didn't even get to say goodbye. Just wanted to apologize to you guys after being gone for so long as well. Also, another villain!Ghost drabble? 👀

Finding it difficult to walk was one of the least things you've suspected you'd be concerned of upon conceiving, always needing your handmaiden's help in such a mundane task was shameful to say the least but your husband insisted.

If it hadn't been the hand maiden then it would've been him instead, you couldn't keep him from his duties from the kingdom as he carried even yours. Wanting you to turn your attention to the health of the babe growing in you and especially yourself..

"My lady.." you were pulled out of your thoughts by the voice of your handmaiden. You took in a breath from the cool air that blew on your face as you stood by the stone railing..

"Yes, Leticia?" You turned to her..

"The prince consort has requested your company.." Leticia announced, you nod as you removed your hand from the cold stone. You glanced once more to the people of your kingdom, going about their day and life before gently lifting yourself off from leaning on the stone.

Leticia offered you her arm to help you walk more efficiently..

...

"You sent for me..?" You asked your husband, he was sat and signing another set of documents and scrolls. You closed the door, palms gently pushing till you heard it click.

"No, I told them to announce my arrival to you. How dare they exert my wife by giving her false instructions.." he huffed to which you laughed. He wouldn't do anything violent about it, as he so usually does with staff that don't comply but he knew it'd upset you if anything gory were to happen to them.

"I am quite alright, I need to move around too. It's proven to be good for our child." You said, sitting next to the graciously comfortable chair next to his working desk that he had someone make for you.

You felt relief from the pressure previously on your back, hand on the bump of your stomach and with that a sigh came from your lips. Peacefully watching your husband, the sound of the satisfying scratching of the quill on the crisp papers.

You felt his hand grasp yours, he pulled it, lips resting on the back. His affection made your heart beat faster and he felt it, the pad of his index finger on your wrist. The thumping made him chuckle as you smiled and leaned your head on his shoulder.

"You should rest for a while, my love. You'd work yourself to sickness at this point." You kiss his cheek softly. He put his quill down, "If that's my wife wants.." he said.

He wrapped his arm around you, the other hand placed on your baby bump. His thumb gently rubbing, you jolted a bit feeling a strong kick..

It made you groan, how restless the rascal is. Your husband adjusted his hand to feel the next kick.. he'd swear it was a girl, not that he'd care for that sort of thing. He'd kill for them either way, especially for you. He could stare at you all day, swollen with his child.

How glowing you looked wrapped in the finest silk and the gold and jewels in your hair and body clicking upon contact with another piece, he wished he could tell you how utterly speechless you'd leave each man by just walking passed them but to him no word is enough to describe you.

At least he could spend these small intimate moments with just you and you alone, free of the world for even just a few minutes as he needed a break from the work he very much was eager to do to be able to receive praise from his wife..

My CoD Masterlist

Taglist: @wishesforyou @puff0o0 @simping4konig @simp4konig @blingblong55 @azereus @rustic-guitar-notes @callsignsnowpunisher @anonymuslydumb @skeletalgoats @icarustypicalfall @connorsui @capuccino192 @miss-gms-and-the-rotten-womb @celestialhole @the-second-sage @starryylies @everlastingmoonlightsworld @keiva1000 @iexiam @drewsmusee @konigceo @duck-a-doodle

[tw1nkee28]

Some OC things that I made with my siblings and a few close friends <3

The first was the concept art to get a general idea and then I redrew it earlier today :))

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Glass Coffin

Weirder shit has happened in DC universe, but hear me out, Young Justice finds a glass coffin with Danny sleeping inside it. Maybe it's in some ancient tomb and hidden away for centuries, maybe it's in some villain's private collection of artifacts, maybe it's in some museum in plain sight.

And then Kon hears a heartbeat from it.

(I'm going with the version of YJ that is Kon, Tim, Cassie, and Bart here, fyi)

Assuming they didn't come to wherever they found the coffin just for the sake of it, they, as the responsible teenagers they are, finish their business first and take it to Mount Justice later to figure out what the fuck. Meanwhile, Danny is sleeping peacefully like a princess, all up in his King garb, with the Crown of stars, cape of night sky, and whatever else pretty stuff you want him to have. Point is, he looks majestic.

Tim looks up the records for the coffin. The files say it's hundreds of years old, and no one has been able to open it yet. The boy inside is stated to be either a statue or some kind of really well-preserved corpse - no amount of scanning registered any signs of life, so it was treated like a piece of art for the most part.

Yet, Con is absolutely positive he heard a heartbeat inside. What's more, he can still hear it now. It's impossibly slow but still recognizable.

Cassie finds a whole lot of legends about it, most of them speaking of 'only those from the other side can open the casket', and there are no clarifications to what kind of other side they are all talking about.

Of course, they all try. Because this is some kind of Snow White or Sleeping Beauty shit, and besides, none of them even think they would be able to open it anyway. And, sure, as soon as they are done having fun with it, they will report to the JL about their finding. Maybe the magic users will know something about the weird Sleeping Prince. They even go as far as to reason with the casket, loudly proclaiming where they are from, because they all come from very different 'sides'.

Bart goes first, explaining how he is from the future. The casket doesn't budge. Cassie goes next, stating herself as Themyskirian, but to no avail. Kon is next, with his half-Kryptonian heritage, but the glass coffin doesn't accept him as worthy either.

And then it's Tim's turn. And somehow, he flips the glass lid open with no effort at all.

A moment of silence follows, all the YJ members frozen in place, waiting for anything to happen, but the boy inside keeps just laying there, unmoving and with his eyes closed. Then Cassie makes a joke about kissing the princess to wake her up, and all of them start arguing on ethics and stuff because why is Robin the one that has to do the kissing, do you have any idea where that boy has been? Fuck off, you kiss him if you want it, and also, do you really want him to wake up, what if he is some kind of villain or an evil spirit, or-

"Which one of you assholes is dead enough to wake me up from my nap?"

And that's as far as I got with this idea. Maybe Danny was put into some magic sleep, maybe it was Clockwork's time shenanigans, maybe someone locked him inside and he decided to sleep it off, maybe he is there on his own volition, taking a vacation from Kingly duties.

I'm just having this vision of eternally beautiful Danny in a glass (oh, maybe it's not glass, maybe it's ice) coffin, and the YJ arguing over it. There's also Dead Tired potential here, because I love them, yes.

[pidgydraws]

👑 betrayal 👑

Caitlyn: "Sir Jayce! You traitor! You're supposed to HELP Lady Violet to DEFEAT the dark mage and his dragon! Not JOIN them!!!

Jayce: "But I want to do magic too! And they're cute..."

Caitlyn: "Have you no honour as a knight of Piltovert!? You would betray your princess and your kingdom for a magical boy with a lizard!?!"

Jayce: "I -"

Caitlyn: "You know what~ don't even answer that! I'm already disappointed enough!"

[squidinu]

the iron prince [oc]