#Kings of the Forest au

[palesweetscherryblossom]

Dipping my toes back into platonic territory with monster couple Shigadabi

Shiggy is the king of his little group of a variety of different creatures and monsters. He took Dabi as his consort after Dabi discovered he was a monster fucker and that Tomura was peak husband material.

They all live together in this enchanted forest, where everything is fine and dandy. Till the 10 kingdoms started capitalizing on their forest and drained things dry.

Tomura was like wtf guys? Now I can’t feed my citizens and my husband! The kingdoms said skill issue till All Might came in and said “yeah, the spoopy monster is right. Knock it off”

Tomura was naturally upset because now his citizens are upset that their resources were taken away. Certainly doesn’t help that he has entered mating season.

After a few years, Tomura and his subjects plan their revenge against the kingdoms.

Tomura raids All Might’s castle and discovers he’s taken a wife and two stepchildren.

Tomura doesn’t care at all for the eldest but something about seeing a little bby like you just makes his paternal instincts soar.

But All Might and his family don’t give you up willingly. After a long battle and being outmatched, Izuku begs Shigaraki to see what they can do to stop this madness.

Dabi and Tomura exchange glances at each other then smirk at the pathetic whelps. Dabi offers a deal.

“If you can complete a year’s worth of challenges and manage peace with our citizens then you can have your child back.” Dabi informs. Tomura then adds on.

“If you succeed, we’ll give them back and we’ll leave. But if you fail then we’ll make them one of us and you’ll be banished. Your kingdom will be claimed by our forests and the others will be at the mercy of my subjects.”

Izuku and All Might accept.

I’m not so sure what kind of creatures Dabi and Tomura would be so give me ideas pls

@messedupcookiejar

[starzarealligned]

In black knight, we trust ‼️

The coloring style is so diff from my last practice but I’ve been trying to ACTUALLY study 😭 I LOVE THE LINEART-LESS ONE

[iceagebaby]

obsessed with @mudpuddless king halt au, ive been thinking a lot

crowley is in denyal, he is just hibernian RIGHT?

i also have some skeches of halt in regal clothing, but im not a fan of them, and i cant find accurate irish royal clothing to use as reference, what i drew was just making it up as i go

[bismuthfool]

What if a small child wandered onto cryptid Wukong's territory and was lost?

bro is nice to kids

in fact he tries not to show himself to people during the day, no matter whether he wants to help them or scare them because everyone knows that people love to chase after everything scary and big. Wukong knows this too and if they see he in the light of day, then it will be impossible to hide from them he tries not to even get too close to them (but small children are an exception)

(he meows because he knows that people love cats. he loves them too) (his meowing isn't cute...)

[gremlinmodetweeker]

Look Into The Fire

So, um, not a confirmed return but I wanted to do some fanfiction really badly. I might be trying to be a bit more active again? We'll see. Either way, I hope you guys enjoy!

Have some Cannibal King!König for a refreshing return.

TWs: Cannibalism mentions, partner death,

Wordcount: 1.7K

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Story Below the Cut

Look Into The Fire

You looked out from beneath the deerskin to see your king sitting out in the middle of the camp. His broad back, dappled with sunlight like a baby doe, stretched and rolled with weathered muscle. Beside him, a gaggle of mishap children squawked and bickered beneath. You could somewhat hear them. You’d been here long enough for their barks and howls to resemble intelligible ideas and feelings. You could hear some of what the children begged for: meat, bird feathers, the sky and all that seemed within reach to their wide and open innocent eyes. König, for his part, did his best to give them what he could. He passed them spits of roasted fish to fill their mouths and silence their demands. Still, they asked for more. You didn’t have to see beneath his metal mask to see his soft smile.

Watching this hooded monarch as he dipped his antlered head for a crown of daisies made your core clench tight. It didn’t seem right. When you first met him, König had ripped you from the safety of the treetops and dragged you down into his muddy hands. You still remembered how his eyes, encircled in ash behind his sweat-drenched mask, bore down on your tiny form as you cowered from his fingertips. He hadn’t so much as batted an eyelash as he grabbed your screaming, begging, whimpering form and took you back to his wooden shack. You’d expected him to ravage you, maybe with teeth or cock or even both, but instead he had cradled you and held you against him the whole night long. Since then, he’d done his best to protect you from the land and his own people while you’d adjusted to his constant shadow.

You looked down at yourself. Your current cloak was warmer than any of the clothes you’d brought with you. It was more durable too. Your old clothes had been filthy by the time König had ripped them from you. You couldn’t find it in you to mourn the last part of civilisation you had. A part of you was worried about how quickly you’d adapted to these people and their backwards ways. The crone had taken to teaching you how to make soap from tree nuts, ash and rendered fat. You thought back to how long you’d gone without bathing and winced at the thought. König had been patient with you, ensuring that you took regular baths and stayed somewhat presentable beside him. Evidently, he couldn’t have his mate looking filthy. It looked badly on him. At least that’s what you gathered from his mutterings when he thought you couldn’t understand him. Strangely, you tried to accompany him to the river and bathe more often, something about his words making you feel strange and awkward. The fact that his words held any weight to them made you feel less and less like the proud soldier who’d been assigned a peaceful reconnaissance mission and more… Something else.

You heard someone call your ‘name’ from your side. You looked to the right and saw a young woman. You waved at the woman with a slight smile.

“You do not cut your hair,” the woman thinned her lips across her marred face.

You ran a hand through it and sighed at how long it had gotten, “I like it this way.”

The woman, Cornflower, rolled her eyes before returning to a stoic glare. She sat on a stump and folded her polydactyl hands over her muddy knees like an awkward baby bird. You couldn’t help but smile at how surly she looked as she adjusted her furs around her.

“He’s a good man,” Cornflower stated firmly as she watched König raise another child up into the air.

You nodded silently as you watched König put the child down and pat them on the head. You all watched the little boy run away into the brushes, back to his waiting mother.

“He’s strong,” Cornflower’s scarred eyebrows knit together, “he has to be.”

You turned to her with a curious look, “Why now?”

“A strange tribe has formed,” Cornflower’s gnarled fingers curled tight, “they came from the big big hill.”

You looked up to see the mountain cutting through the treeline up ahead.

“From there?” you pointed up.

Cornflower snorted, “Yes up there. The big big hill. What else would I be mean?”

“The big hill out west?” you offered.

Cornflower’s glare softened briefly.

“When big is put in front and behind the word hill, it means that,” she pointed up at the mountain.

You nodded, still a bit confused.

“It’s a thing. When a word is repeated in front and behind another word, the meaning of the word in the middle is different.”

Cornflower cackled like an old crone at your scowl. She ran her mishappen hand over her shorn scalp and sighed as she looked back at the clearing. She watched her king as he slowly led the rest of their children back to their parents. Her eyes softened.

“I had no other man,” she said simply, “so I had no son.”

You waited quietly for Cornflower to finish, but she never did.

König turned away from his tribe to face you. He raised his wicked club and yelled something out to you.

“He wants you,” Cornflower translated quietly.

You thanked her and hurried over to König’s side.

You feet slapped against the muddy clearing, nearly slipping once or twice as you rushed to be with König. Once you stood by his side, you looked back to wave at Cornflower. You raised a hand, but she was already stalking back into the trees. 

“I don’t understand her,” you sighed.

“Nobody does,” König chuffed, “not anymore.”

You turned to look up at him, “Not anymore?”

“Her Creek died. He was her old man, but he died when we fought  the Barren,” König explained.

You shuddered.

“Creek died long ago,” König muttered as he scratched at his chin, “that part of her is gone. She needs to focus on her herbs.”

“Focus on other herbs?” you asked as you followed him to the fire pit.

“We all have a forest inside us,” König said, “in our forest we have trees, rocks, herbs and animals. When a tree inside us dies, we must focus on the herbs.”

“What’s the difference between a tree and a herb in our forest?” you asked.

“A tree is how we relate to the world around us. Rocks are what we do that make us who we are. Our herbs are what make us better as individuals and our animals are what make us monsters,” König explained as he stoked some charcoal, “the tree she grew with Creek fell. Now she must focus on the herbs she has to be able to grow another tree.”

You looked over König’s shoulder to look at where Cornflower had been sitting.

“Talk to Raccoon about it,” König said, “he knows about our forests more.”

“Raccoon is over there, right?” you pointed towards the healer’s hut, a deer skin hut painted with red and grey mud.

König nodded and pulled his satchel to his front. He shuffled between a few bags before pulling out a waterskin. He reached inside and pulled out a couple of trout.

“You’re hungry?” he asked.

“I thought you gave all your fish to the kids,” you folded yourself on a flat rock.

“I told them that,” König laughed, “but I had some for you. You’ve been working?”

“I’ve been trying to,” you sighed, “but it’s hard. Everybody here expects me to just know everything already.”

“You look like you should know,” König shrugged as he skewered the fish, “those children can already weave ropes and make jams.”

“Thanks,” you sighed, “that helps.”

König sighed as he rested back on his haunches, “I know it is hard. You came from a strange tribe. They didn’t prepare you for life at all.”

“My ‘tribe’ doesn’t need to do these things,” you shrugged, “we have things to do all these things for us.”

König shook his head, “That sounds like a sad life. Doing this gives us purpose.”

You drummed your fingers on your lap for a moment as you tried to figure out how to explain your old life. Whatever way you tried, you just couldn’t find a way to explain it. You looked down at your hands, calloused from holding guns and knives, from fighting and living. You’d been so proud of yourself when you came back to your family and told them about how you thrived in the military. You’d always thought you were strong, independent, powerful. You’d never realised how weak you truly were.

“My tribe thought I was strong,” you told your hands.

König sat on a stone beside you and pulled out a sharp rock and a block of wood and started whittling beside you. You watched idly as he worked away.

“What are you making?” you asked.

“Another bowl,” König said, “Frog keeps losing them.”

“How?”

König huffed and shrugged his shoulders. He kept whittling. You glanced at the fish, but it had barely started to cook. All you had to keep you occupied was watching König whittle. A part of you figured it was just like watching a video on youtube. The soft sounds of the blade carving the wood carved themselves into your mind, burned in with the pop and crackle of wood on the fire.

Without much else to do, you closed your eyes and rested your chin on your chest. You let your breathing slow and listened to the sounds of the birds in the forest, twittering and fluttering from branch to branch. A woodpecker sounded far off in the distance. Just a stone’s throw away a couple of cannibals started chatting as they wove lengths of rope together. Your thoughts blurred together, a great mist having over yourself as you further slumped to your side and rested against someone’s side. König, you figured somewhere in your mind, but it didn’t really register until he shuffled beside you.

“Sorry,” he muttered as he stood to rotate the fish.

You opened your eyes and blinked as your surroundings came back into focus.

König sat back down beside you and picked up his tools again. You noticed that the bowl had finally started to take a recognizable form now. It wasn’t much, but it made you wonder just how long you’d been napping on König’s side.

“You can go back to resting,” König offered.

You shook your head and rubbed your eyes.

“Is the fish nearly ready?” you asked.

“Soon,” König nodded slowly, “very soon.”

You nodded and looked into the fire. 

Soon.

König Dump

Alternate Universes

[hanakihan]

listen I’ve been plagued by idea of Apothecary Diaries AU and Rook is MaoMao you need to see my vision—

[violentbirds]

Tell me this isn’t how it happened.

Argut regrets it immediately, but is too honorable to instantly fire the kid.

[owchie-wowchie]

Brennan really loves just tossing out the most fucked up canon alternate universes in time quangles

[crimmsonflower]

shoutout to the writer of my favourite lawlight fic to ever exist

killing my self because I forgot to save it and they deleted the fic

[kirbywotew]

"Check out this new hammer I got!" "That's an entire tree, Kirby!"

[er1kur-main]

god i love this man

[vertical-tacos]

"Even though I can barely feel your cold embrace, the comfort of your choice warms me all the same."

(sorry for the shitty doodle yall it's late and I got school tmrw)

related to uh this person's idea

yes. yes tfk would be a surrogate uncle/mother. eating this shit up and making it canon >:3

[fullscoreshenanigans]

TPN S2 Drinking Game WIP (English Dub)

Sip:

The kids mention missing Norman

Someone says "shipment/shipped"

They reuse bgm unaltered from S1

Chug:

There's awkward 3D

There's a timeskip montage

Finish:

Someone swears

[darthbloodorange]

Thor has proven himself worthy having learned his lessons. But there is one more trial before he can claim the throne. He must enter the enchanted forest and summon a unicorn who will judge his character. He never expects to fall for the unicorn and bring him back with him.

For the: ✦ @thundershieldbingo 2024 Mini Bingo - Fantasy [Card #2 "Alternate Universe"]

Word count: N/a - Moodboard Title: The Unicorn Rating: Gen Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: Steve Rogers/Thor Characters: Steve Rogers, Thor Warnings: None Major Tags: Fantasy AU, Romance, First Meetings, Getting Together, Forests, Unicorns, King Thor, Unicorn Steve Rogers, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers ~ Summery: Thor has proven himself worthy having learned his lessons. But there is one more trial before he can claim the throne. He must enter the enchanted forest and summon a unicorn who will judge his character. He never expects to fall for the unicorn and bring him back with him.

[ultrabananapudding]

Clarachel | Halloween

Setting: Rachel buys rare ingredients from Clarice for her potion making business. The Forest Nymph doesn't ask for money as payment, so Rachel gets creative with what she could offer in return.

[vernnationembassador]

oooh im curious about the red riding hood au!!!

- the-tcclique

Chat I think I’m cooking with this one!!

okay so it’s inspired off of the tales of tales game; The Path and Me and Mr. Wolf

(I suggest watch this video in your free time to learn more about the game it’s rlly good)

Vernias is the red riding hood and sophist is the wolf but it’s different!! Vernias is based off of young red and strict red from the Path, both the most faithful to the tale yet the one with too many things piling up at once(like how strict red/scarlet(I’m just calling her strict red cuz it’s easier) has to take care of her younger sisters for her absent mother!!)

while sophist IS a werewolf, but he can kinda just transform whenever and he’s also based off of young red’s wolf(the actual fucking wolf) and strict red’s wolf (the far wolf) he kinda lives in a cabin and manipulates people who come across it so he can eat them

Nick is the hunter guy!! He’s kinda based off of the girl in white from the path, where he’s trying to convince Vern that the whole thing won’t end well and trying to save Vern from his fate with Sophist like in the OG tale

Brent is a forest spirit!! He’s kinda just there, he also is based off the girl in white but he’s rlly just trying to get Vern out of the woods cause like, wtf is he doing here, but he’s also worried about sophist cause, that’s his best friend so he’s concerned about his new found “friendship” with a random human that sophist just found one day

it’s still in the works and I made it like a few days ago so yeah‼️‼️🙏🏻🙏🏻

(@the-tcclique)