#Green knight au

[wolfythewitch]

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[phoenixyfriend]

Green knight AU where Anakin and Padme set up an insane game to seduce Rex (ending in a throuple instead of Rex just going back to court)

[marrow-and-bone]

[athymelyreply]

I'm sorry you're not feeling well!! Bringing you some soup and tea and a hug 🫂

Tell me about the Gawain and the Green Knight AU, I'm dying to know 👀

OMG OMG SO

There’s sooo many ways a green knight au could go. Obviously Hob is Gawain in this au and it could go one of a few ways

I’ll finish one version here and reblog this post with the others

also thank you so much you really are the best and the soup, tea,and opportunity to be insane about this au means the world to me. <3

fist: hobletheros+dreamling

hob is at the knightly Christmas party or whatever, destruction comes in and hobs knees go weak because “oh my god I want him to rail me” when the game is proposed Hob does the whole thing with destruction’s decapitation and is conflicted about it but then, as with the og story destruction picks up his head and tells him that he’ll see Hob next year. He leaves with a wink and Hob covered in destructions blood and thinks he might be a little in love (the boy falls fast).

a year goes by and he sets out on his pilgrimage to the green knights home. Our dear Hob is exhilarated and terrified and all around conflicted. He’ll get to see destruction again but in the same breath it’s his death sentence. Hob loves life, but if he must perish, he thinks maybe death at the hand of the green knight isn’t the worst way to go, maybe he’ll even get a kiss before he’s dead. his journey takes him to the castle of a man named Oletheros and his wife. The man is oddly reminiscent of the knight from the party, however Hob writes it off as him just feeling something for both the knight and this man. the lord of the castle makes the same deal as the original story: Hob may have whatever lord oletheros catches while hunting, on the condition that Hob give him anything he receives during the day. hob accepts. The wife tries to seduce Hob, telling him she wants him desperately. For extra fun the wife is fem! Dream. She’s dark and alluring and Hob can’t help but be drawn to her, but he knows it would be wrong to disrespect his host in that way, restraining his desire and instead accepting only one single kiss from dream (and oh her lips are so sweet, tasting of white wine and stars and the feeling of flying)

when lord oletheros returns with a deer, Hob gives him a kiss in return, finding himself falling into the lord’s mouth, a kiss with the feel of oak and passion and campfire. The lord welcomes his lips, pulls him into the kiss. Hob pulls himself away with a gasp and tries to continue on, doing his best not to look shaken.

the next day Hob allows himself 2 kisses from dream, both to taste the lord’s mouth and hers but one more time. Selfish he knows, but he is a hedonistic creature, and if these are to be his last few days alive, let them be good ones. Lord oletheros returns with a boar this time. Kisses are traded and Hob feels as if he’s drowning with nowhere to turn. He cannot break hospitality but gods with dream staring like that from under her eyelashes, and oletheros’s rough hands on him he feels as if he might go insane. the last day dream approaches him with a look that has Hob burning for her. Three kisses. It’s so good he could cry. And he does, telling her that he goes to his death on the morrow, and he has no choice but to leave. Dream brings a green sash, saying it will keep him from harm, and not to tell her husband about it, so he wont need to give it to him. the lord returns yet again bearing a fox this time. Kisses exchanged and Hob feels all tied up in knots, awaiting his death at the hands of that strange and handsome knight, and readying himself to leave behind the lord and his wife, both of which he feels he could love, maybe already does, but he cannot admit that just to leave them the next day. he bids them goodbye the next morning, taking the sash and hoping against hope that it will protect him and he can return to them. In the clearing with the green knight he kneels and presents his neck, but when the knight raises his axe Hob flinches. He still wishes to live. The knight scolds Hob for his cowardice in that incredible voice of his and so Hob steels himself, picturing the the faces of the lord, the knight, and the lady. If he should die it will be with love. He prepares for the blade to fall and

A gentle tap at the back of his neck. Only a small trickle of blood. then he feels a hand reach to help him stand. Destruction helps him to his feet and caresses hob’s cheek, lifting the little knights eyes to meet his. He speaks gently, saying that “that’s it, darling, that’s all there is. Come now, we really must fix that cut of yours.” He bandages the nick on Hob’s neck, explaining that his name is destruction, and he was lord oletheros. He tells Hob what a darling boy he is, what a good little knight, he soothes him. And Dream emerges from the trees, takes Hob’s teary face in his hands and kisses him. then they both get to soft dom the shit out of him and Hob gets to cry with relief and joy.

[linkedspirit-fanartfunart]

[Image Description: 1 colored drawing and 2 lineart comics for Linked Spirit AU featuring FSA Green Knight/Smith's Father, and Smith. The Green Knight has long shoulder length blond hair and a beard. He wears a green cloak and blueish armor. He looks forward flatly, holding a green kinstone in one hand and his helmet with a green plume in his other arm. The 2nd picture is labeled "post mc" and Green Knight rubs his temples, grumbling "uuuhg my Head, What even Happened" A 6 year old Smith looks up and announces "I got a new hat! For fighting Vaati!" He looks down, eyes wide, beard and eye bags more defined labeled "instant + 10 years" 3rd: He holds out the Green Royal Jewel toward one of the 4 Links. "You must not forget Vaati is not the only foe you face-" he says, One of the Links shouts, "Why is your hair Green Dad?" "Just take the jewel" he says. A screenshot of the in-game sprite with bright green hair and an arrow to his head is labeled "lost a Prank War with the other Knights" End ID]

Gotta love being the Knight father to a kid who's saved the kingdom 3 times over and before you can even think of helping you're brainwashed by some mouse man wizard.

anyway idk what his name is rn. Who knows if he'll need one.

[darksaiyangoku]

HellGoku Stories: RWBY x Witcher

One Awkward Moment

Jaune grunted as his arms were strung up together by rope, wearing nothing but his torn, maroon trousers. Standing in front of him was his wife, Yang, wearing a tight yellow corset, white lace underwear and long, brown leather boots. In her hand, she held a small whip and she started slowly rubbing it on his abs, making him shudder.

Yang: *giggles* I love it when you make those noises for me, sweetheart. *kisses him softly* Mmmm~ Mmm~

Jaune shuddered more into the kiss as he felt his chest being caressed by his lover, Blake, who wore long, silk gloves, a black breast bandage wrap and laced black underwear. She pushed herself against Jaune's back and peppered his neck with kisses.

Blake: You have been such a good boy for us that you deserve a reward.

Jaune: Oh? And what would that be?

Yang: A lovely night with two, ravishing beauties. *winks*

Blake: And we'll make sure you scream so loud, the entire Kingdom of Vale will hear it. *firmly grabs his ass*

Yang: Now relax *leans in and whispers* and enjoy~

Yang cupped Jaune's face again and kissed him. She pressed her tongue deeper into his mouth. Blake, meanwhile, wrapped her fingers around Jaune's neck and began to gently choke him. He felt his entire body tingle as the girls continued to play with him. It was pure bliss.

Tristan: *opens door* Mother, I can't find the biscuits- AAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!

Yang and Blake jumped away from Jaune as they heard Tristan's screams. The young boy closed his eyes and quickly raced out of the room.

Tristan: SOLIEL!!!! MOTHER AND AUNTY BLAKE WERE HURTING FATHER!!!!!!

Yang: *blushing* Crap! Crap! Crap! *grabs clothes and runs after Tristan* Tristan, it's okay! We're only playing together is all!

Jaune: ...please tell me you know a spell to erase memories.

Blake: *shakes head* Nope.

Jaune: Fuck.

[ahn1zos]

⚠️Character death⚠️

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RK!Penny

this is the nice version, if you want the original, dm me (the original is quite disturbing, have that in mind)

[bojangos]

revan

drew reference for my revan, verus raan, for my very. extensive "revan trains tarre vizsla" au.

it eventually devolves into a 'revan in the clone wars' au thanks to @glimjack (this is all your fault)

if anyone.... wants to know more about them or this au..... speak to me...

[cali-kabi]

~ Starry Night🌟💫

I have so much fun with the galaxy background and stars it’s another redraw of a older piece I made from 2022 Meta Knight and Gala look quite the same xD while Sword, Blade, Tiff, and Tuff look different yeah I drew my au designs of thems <3💫🌟

[gelu-the-babosa-multiversal]

¨Why does father lie…?¨

I'm still waiting for these two to meet and become brothers!

I wonder if Ironside or Mortlach ever told Diodora about Varguese...

alts under the cut

[thishazeleyeddemon]

Mithrun the extremely extremely burned out and depressed knight and the two fairies who decide to scare him into taking care of himself

Or something

Marcille is constantly the victim of Touden antics which makes how much she loves them funnier. She is wailing about it but also Digging Her Own Grave, here. (I love she)

what if i drew a Dunmeshi Green Knight AU. for fun and profit.

[migraine-sky]

5/9 - The Green Knight AU

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also on AO3

The next morning, Julian sets off on a hunt, while Geralt sleeps late. Yennifer sneaks into Geralt’s chambers and attempts to seduce him. Geralt rejects her advances, but she steals one kiss from him. That evening, when the host gives Geralt his gain, Geralt kisses him, since he has won one kiss from the lady.

[batneko]

Knight and Lord AU

based on my second idea from this post, here is a short fic about what happens after the first time Bowser saves King Luigi’s life.

The gouge on the breastplate was at least two hands wide, cutting across where Bowser’s left pectoral would have sat while he was wearing it. Right now he was unclothed except for the spiked bands around his neck and wrists that he favored, and Luigi couldn't see so much as a scratch on the natural plating that covered his chest.

"You need something?" Bowser said. He'd turned away from the armor stand when Luigi came in, but hadn't moved to greet him. For anyone else this would be almost unfathomably rude, but it was part of the package with Bowser. If he started being formal now it would feel unnatural.

"I just…" His eyes drifted to the armor again. “I wanted to…” The gash was thicker than Bowser's fingers, he'd been sticking a claw through it when Luigi walked in.

"No?" Bowser said. "Hey, how do I get a new one of this?"

"Oh, um, I'll talk to the armorer."

The knight contingent had a supply sergeant who should be in charge of all this, but he hadn't exactly been enthusiastic about fitting Bowser the first time. Luigi had needed to give a direct order to get Bowser's armor ready in time for his knighting - and even then the smith toad had refused to put him ahead of anyone else and worked all night to finish the other repairs instead.

It wasn’t a surprise that the other knights didn’t welcome Bowser immediately, but Luigi knew not being surprised by something didn’t mean you weren’t still disappointed by it.

“Good,” he said. “Now if that’s all, I’m off the clock.”

“I wanted to thank you,” Luigi blurted.

Bowser gave him a side-eye. “You already did. Like, six times.”

“I know, but, I mean it.”

“You didn’t before?”

“That’s not what I…” Luigi took a breath. It was hard to remember his elocution lessons when he was rattled, and today had definitely rattled him. Rattled both of them, probably, though Bowser would never show it. “Thank you, I appreciate what you did. I’d be dead if it wasn’t for you.”

“Yeah,” Bowser muttered. He didn’t sound proud of that, for some reason. “I’m hearing a ‘but’ coming.”

“But,” Luigi said.

“There it is.”

“I don’t… I don’t want you to sacrifice yourself for me.”

“Wasn’t planning on it,” Bowser said, almost automatically. Then he frowned, slightly, and his head tilted to look Luigi in the eyes. “You know that, don’t you? You said-”

“I know, I meant it, I won’t hold you to your vows. It’s just that the attack today-”

“I knew I could survive that.”

“I’m the one who begged you to take this job, so if something happened to you-”

“You think I’d take a battleaxe to the chest for you?”

“-it would be my fault and I don’t think I-”

“I have a son!”

They both stopped, staring at each other, and Luigi felt his mouth hanging open. He couldn’t remember how he’d been about to finish that sentence. He couldn’t even remember how he started it.

“I… did not know that,” Luigi said at last.

Bowser folded his arms and turned away, head pointed resolutely at the wall. “Didn’t tell you.”

“What… what’s his name?”

“Bowser Jr.”

“Oh. That’s nice?” It would be easy to remember at least.

“Yeah. It is,” Bowser said firmly.

“How old is he?”

“He’ll be seven in two months,” Bowser said, his mouth softening into a smile. Luigi hadn’t been sure he could smile, unless he was mocking someone, or gloating, or mocking someone while gloating.

Bowser was living here in the knights’ quarters with all the others. If he had such a young son, then…

“Are he and his mother living somewhere else?”

Bowser snorted. “That’s technically true. His mom’s not around, though.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“She’s not dead, she just doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore.”

“Oh, then I’m really sorry.”

Bowser laughed, mocking again. “More sorry than if she was dead?”

“I- I don’t know. I’m sorry I brought it up.”

The smile was still mocking, but it was better than the frown, or that thoughtful way he’d been looking at his armor…

“So, yeah,” Bowser said. “Your life is not more important to me than making sure my son still has a father.” He shrugged. “No offense, your majesty.”

He still said it like an insult, when he said it at all. Anything else would feel unnatural.

“Good,” Luigi said.

“I’m serious.”

“So am I. We’re both in agreement here.”

There didn’t seem to be anything else to say, so Luigi shifted his weight back, preparing to make his goodbyes and leave Bowser to get some rest.

“Hey, what you said earlier,” Bowser said. One hand lifted, almost reaching toward Luigi to stop him.

“Which part?”

“About how you apparently think that if I die on the job my blood will be on your hands?”

Luigi hadn’t thought he was listening. “I didn’t say it like that.”

“It’s what you meant, though.”

It was, more or less. “Am I wrong?” Luigi muttered. “You’re only here because of me.”

“I’m here because I chose to be. Every day I choose to stay, and believe me, when I get tired of it you’ll never see me again. So stop beating yourself up.”

Luigi looked up at him. Was Bowser… trying to make him feel better?

“You’re not that important to me,” Bowser added.

Maybe. In his own way.

But it almost didn’t matter, because Luigi hadn’t been honest. Yes, he felt responsible for putting Bowser in danger, but Bowser had been doing a lot more dangerous things before Luigi came along. And yes, he would feel guilty if Bowser got hurt in the line of duty, especially now that he knew about Bowser’s son, but that wasn’t the real reason he was so shaken.

Mario had been missing (Luigi refused to even entertain the thought he might be dead) for months, they lost their mother when they were kids, and their father the king a few years back.

If Luigi lost one more person he cared about he wasn’t sure he wasn’t going to snap.

“Thank you, Sir Bowser,” Luigi said. “For… everything.”

“Yeah yeah,” Bowser said. He sounded unconcerned, but Luigi knew he wouldn’t have said anything if he didn’t mean it. He could have let Luigi walk away, could have let Luigi’s admission slip by without comment.

“Goodnight, then.”

Bowser grunted in acknowledgement, then said, “You’re gonna talk to the armorer, right?”

“I will,” Luigi said.

That got him eye contact and a nod, so Luigi decided to leave before he said something he shouldn’t. Like how much he enjoyed Bowser’s company, or how valuable his advice was to him, or how when he saw that axe hit Bowser’s chest he was pretty sure his heart stopped…

Luigi almost tripped over a toad right outside the door, the small knight carrying a pile of chainmail that was taller than his head. He didn’t bow since he couldn’t see Luigi, which made a nice change, and Luigi was about to walk away when he heard the knight knock on Bowser’s door.

Didn’t the other knights mostly ignore Bowser? What was he doing? Luigi hung back and listened.

“Did you forget your-” Bowser sounded amused as he opened the door, but stopped once he saw it wasn’t Luigi coming back. “Oh. Uh.”

“Good evening Sir Bowser!” The chainmail jingled as the toad held it up. “The supply sergeant put this together as fast as he could. If you layer it over leather it should still protect you from just about anything.”

“Uh… thanks?”

“Your new breastplate will take a few days, but the smith said to tell you he’ll make sure you have a spare this time.”

“Oh… kay. Great.”

“I heard what you did today was amazing!” the toad said eagerly. “Was it really a battleaxe?”

“Yeah,” Bowser said. Then, “Yeah,” again, some of the braggadocio coming back to his voice. That’s what had been missing earlier. “Wanna see the damage?”

“Can I?” the toad said eagerly, then the hinges creaked and Luigi heard the door shut.

The armorer had gotten to work on Bowser’s replacement without being asked, the supply sergeant had made sure Bowser would be protected in the meantime, and random knights were praising Bowser’s bravery. It sounded like he was finally part of the team.

Whether he liked it or not.

[athymelyreply]

Slut. Like what’s with that thigh slit bro… dude… your neck is showing seductively… um why are you kneeling like that homie…

[mysterious-v4nus]

Long ago in the territory of the kingdom of green heights arose a war that devastated the land, the god of this kingdom looked upon the carnage and weeded and form their tears sprang seeds of primordial life, the god created a forest on the scale of giants with plants so high they obscure the sky itself.

The god then created trees of true might that sprang towards the heavens and on them they rebuilt their kingdom, safe, forever more.

However, war had changed them and so they cried tears of flowers that sprang mighty beasts to defend their kingdom from the forest floor.

These beast roam the forest and while they are a sight to behold, beware, for if you come a warrior or a god they will come, and they will kill.

A theory I always had about hollow knight is that greenpath and unn could've been a lot more powerful if they could be above ground since that's where the sun is (in my au at least) so I thought why not make a kingdom like that but with megafauna made from plants and this was the result.

[vagueandominousvibes]

I came across one of those posts that's like "tell me in the tags the HCs for your blorbo's phone/car/device/etc" and started talking about the Knights' Lodge AU boys, only to realise it was getting so long I might as well make my own post about it.

Les aka. Blue

Blue's phone is one of those slabs that's only barely made the transition to touch screen. The screen itself is so cracked it would likely fall apart completely if it wasn't all held in place by a very dubious screen protector. Tiny shards occasionally fall off along the edge.

The brightness is turned down to 0, regardless of the actual brightness of his surroundings; he knows this phone so well he could use it blind. He's had it for years, and if anyone asks he'll shrug and say he's just not gotten around to getting a new one yet, but the truth is that it was a gift from his aunt. The background is of the two of them leaning against her motorcycle. He's in his teens and is wearing her patched leather jacket. They're eating ice cream and grinning from ear to ear.

His lock screen, however, is something really generic — like the most plain thing you can imagine. A solid colour maybe, or one of those stock photos of turquoise water washing up on a beach. His password has been the same 8-digit code since he was twelve. It's the day he came out to his aunt: he had a minor breakdown about it, and she took him out for really greasy fast-food; when they got back to hers, she put on this black-and-white version of Frankenstein that was so bad it was funny. Blue's aunt is long gone, but he still keeps a copy of that movie for when he's feeling rough.

Clancey aka. Red

Red gets a new phone every couple of years. It's not that he's careless with it — he really isn't — it just seems to be a magnet for accidents: it fell off the bathroom shelf, directly into the toilet, during an all-nighter in uni; it slipped out of his backpack when walking home from school once, and a bus drove over it; he accidentally dropped it on concrete and the screen shattered.

At this point it's a bit of a running joke in the family.

His current phone has a lovely maroon leather case with numerous little charms dangling from the top of the spine. Most are from various fan artists, though a couple are little pearl-chains his half-sisters made for him in pre-school. These two pearl-chains have moved from one phone to the next, and he's always made sure the case has somewhere to attach them.

Irvine aka. Green

On the outside, Green's may seem like a little bit of an Apple person. He didn't mean to become one, and he's got a proper gaming laptop, an Xbox, and a Switch, but his phone is an iPhone, he mostly uses a Mac, and he's got an iPad laying about somewhere. He's even got an Apple Watch.

In his twenty-some years of existence, he's never had to worry about being short of technological devices: Mr Irvine is very pleased to be able to provide his only child with the latest in technological development. All Green has to do is say the word, and it'll be his. Not that Green needs all of these things. He would much rather spend Christmas Day with his dad, instead of opening yet another thing alone in front of the white Christmas tree with glitter and fairy lights pre-installed.

The thing is, Green doesn't really know his dad — and Mr Irvine doesn't really know his son. Mr Irvine wants to make sure Green is provided for, and Green is grateful for the sentiment. He keeps every single thing his dad has ever given him, because he would feel exceedingly guilty throwing any of them away.

Which is why he's never going to tell his dad that his favourite device is a small grey-and-white mini-MP3 player from 2005, that runs on batteries, has no Bluetooth options, and stores some 150–200 songs.

Dunn aka. Shadow

Much like Blue, Shadow's phone is old and cracked. Unlike Blue, Shadow would love to get a new one, he just can't afford it. The SIM-card is one of those cheap top-up ones with ridiculously expensive data. He keeps it in his coat pocket for emergencies (and to take blurry photos of his and Vio's cat), but otherwise uses Vio's phone if he has to make a call.

Not that Shadow has a lot of calls to make, outside of the occasional GP appointment when necessary, or the optician every couple of years to get his eyes checked and get a fresh batch of contact lenses, but he generally prefers dropping by in person.

Does Shadow feel insecure about the state of his phone? He'll laugh the question off, but feel viscerally that yes, he really is. He keeps trying to save up, but for one reason or another he never gets there. Usually it's because of his mum — she barely recognises him these days, but he still likes to get her nice gifts, and if that comes at the cost of a new phone, what is there to do? He just wants her to be happy.

Cor aka. Vio

Vio accepted a long time ago that 'my phone' really meant 'our phone'. If he really wanted to, he could probably make up a reason as to why he would need his job to provide a work phone, but honestly, he spends more than enough time staring at screens as it is, and when he goes home he's off and doesn't want to be pestered with texts or emails that can wait till the morning.

So he has one phone, and he's perfectly happy to share it with Shadow. It's really quite enjoyable to curl up on the sofa with Shadow after dinner, to play yet another iteration of Scrabble, Word Search, or Sudoku together.

It must also be said that the background — their hands intertwined, silver rings glittering in candle light — still makes his insides flutter warmly, especially when he looks up and catches Shadow admiring the ring Vio had spent so long choosing.