#RPG Au

[disruptivevoib]

SO! I leave very very very soon for a trip.

and I will not be able to draw digitally for almost three weeks! which is a lot of time lol.

SO!

Have the finished RPG AU Mind designs for now :]

I have been concepting enemies and bosses as well, but those are all traditional atm!

[journey-to-the-attic]

let it be known that solomon isn't holding ik's hand to protect her; ik is holding solomon's hand to comfort him

(this is that comic idea i had that ended up becoming the rpg au)

[bandaalarga]

@/joygirlmelii 's rpg inspired dtiys on twt! You should all go check it out :D

[itsnixderlol]

Any RPG-like tadc au is great in my book.

Tadc au by @cinnamon-stixs

(I might have taken a bit of artistic liberties..)

[mewiyev]

rpg katakuri

[bringingtherain]

Hilda tried, but she's not the best at making flower crowns, so Ravio made the one she uses

He's also the one who embroidered flowers on her apron :3

[dragonmask-8]

A ton of Digital Circus art because I’m too tired to make multiple posts so uh

Human Zooble + Gangle trying on their jacket

And Jax and Gangle but in an RPG I guess lol + Gangle defeat

[tadc-rpg-au]

Greetings bubbles!

{Art, template and post all by Percy}

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

So when are we going to see more Dragon layer Blake?

Here's an idea I got from passing by the candle and perfume shop at the RenFaire.

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Sorceress!Weiss: Wow, this shop is amazing! Look at all these perfumes!

Rogue!Blake: (wrinkling nose) It's a bit overwhelming.

Sorceress!Weiss: Oh, come on. It's not that bad. Look at some of these bottles. Temptation's Kiss. Ghost of a Rose. Winter's Embrace.

Rogue!Blake: They sound like my romance novels...

Sorceress!Weiss: You mean that trash you call lit-

Rogue!Blake: .....Weiss?

Sorceress!Weiss: (frozen, beet red, and holding a dark pink, nearly black bottle)

Rogue!Blake: Weiss? Hello? (Looks over Weiss's shoulder and snorts with laughter) Is that?

Sorceress!Weiss: D-D-Dragon P-P-P-P-u- Pu-

Rogue!Blake: (giggling uncontrollably) Dragon Puss?

Sorceress!Weiss: DON'T FINISH IT!!! What kind of illicit, depraved, salacious-

Rogue!Blake: (uncorks the bottle and takes a whiff) Eh, doesn't smell anything like it.

Sorceress!Weiss: ..........

Rogue!Blake: ......I mean....

Sorceress!Weiss: Nope! I don't want to hear it. I don't need to know what you do with that scaled pet of yours.

Rogue!Blake: Yang is not a pet! She's a gorgeous golden dragon!

[vulnonapix1234]

Time to draw the tall Woman again.

Or: I am still not over this one page from the kekkai sensen Manga.

[disruptivevoib]

THE SOUL

Chosen Archetype? Audience

"The Audience is a listener first, an actor second- if not further on third. He's not part of the show, but he is a crucial member nonetheless. While MIND and HEART's antics take up the forefront, he is in the background- either trying to get away from their noise or hiding from them in his own troubled ways. Pushed around, the unsung voice of balance would rather just take care of things on his own. Throughout CALAMITY and CACOPHONY he can prove crucial in keeping enemies at a distance or held in place to be easier damaged or negate dodging. However, he can just as easily back off to let his sides handle everything for him.

MEDIATOR TYRANT > AUDIENCE

[rpgau]

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[cali-kabi]

~ I haven’t done much art this week have a WIP of my au meta knight and sailor dee <3🌟💫yep the writing is related to my au of Mario and Kirby rpg crossover stuff hehe :) I’m having a blast with the Mario and Luigi Dreamteam art style I’m literally going crazy with the colors xD sword and blade were probs so hard to do with the color palette but at least I got the idea now :D Yep Sailor Dee has multiple anchors some of them are stronger than others ^^💫

[novankenn]

"Layer" Interspecies Relationship Counselling Service (Pt 1)

Inspired by Blake X Yang - Dragon Layer & Blake X Yang - Dragon Layer "More Love" By @goldenamaranthe-blog

("Layer" Master List)

Bard!Blake: (Watching Chevalier!Jaune pace) If you don't open up, I don't know what I can do for you?

Chevalier!Jaune: I... I... just... how?

Bard!Blake: Jaune you came to us, which means you need assistance, so everything is in confidence here... so tell me.. What brings you here?

/====/

Hydra!Yang: Please stop slithering back and forth, Pyrrha. You're going to wear a grove in my floor.

Lamia!Pyrrha: I'm just so nervous. I've never felt this way before!

Hydra!Yang: Go on.

Lamia!Pyrrha: Well you know I'm used to adventures and such breaking into my lair, looking to make a name for themselves... but he was so different!

Hydra!Yang: How so?

Lamia!Pyrrha: He apologized for interrupting my bath, and then turned his back, saying he'd come back when I was decent!

/====/

Bard!Blake: And what happened after that?

Chevalier!Jaune: I left, but before I did, I fixed the door to her hut? Hovel? Lair? I'm not sure of the term.

Bard!Blake: Probably Lair. Why and what happened after that?

Chevalier!Jaune: I was rather rude of me to smash in her door, so it was only polite to fix it. So, while I was fixing her door, she shouted out to me asking how next Tuesday sounded.

/====/

Lamia!Pyrrha: I asked him to come back next Tuesday...

Hydra!Yang: I see. Why?

Lamia!Pyrrha: I don't know? But he accepted! What do I do now? He was so cute and bashful... so virtuous! I mean, other would-be knights would have just attacked me... yet... he didn't Plus his ass... EEP!

Hydra!Yang: (All her heads smiling) Go on...

(This is just something that jumped into my head after reading the above original post by @goldenamaranthe-blog. It is NOT intended in any shape or form to be considered a continuation of their work, just something inspired by it. Hope you enjoyed, and please give the posts that inspired this some love. Thanks.)

[bringingtherain]

First meetings

Next

From here

[journey-to-the-attic]

3rd anni req 4: [RPG AU] solomon / past life

ao3 link

note: i really enjoyed writing this one! i've been meaning to do more for this au for ages, it's just such a fun concept to work with, but i just never get around to it

brief context if needed: fantasy rpg au setting, solomon is a reincarnation of the evil sorcerer solomon who was trying to evade persecution, and in his new life he is best friends and travelling companions with young hero ik, and here he finds out the truth about himself

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This place feels more like a mausoleum than a house.

The reports say that the owner died decades ago, and that the house has lain undisturbed ever since - up until recently. That isn’t the story Solomon’s seeing here, though.

It’s dusty, but it doesn’t feel like a place that’s been abandoned for eighty years. Try five, maybe.

He brushes a finger through a thick layer of dust on a shelf. These odd contraptions littered around the place - cogs and glassware with no rhyme or reason - aren’t ancient by any stretch of the imagination. He picks up something that resembles a wind-up toy and turns the key. The wheels still spin smoothly.

Welcome home.

He jumps. “...IK?”

No response. He listens hard - he can hear footsteps coming from upstairs. But that voice came from just behind him - surely she can’t move that quickly?

“That wasn’t funny,” He calls, attempting bravado.

Really? I thought it was hilarious.

He manages not to jump this time. He swings around and presses his back to the wall, hand falling to the knife at his hip.

Hey, there’s no need for that, says the strange voice, amused. I’m a friend.

“A friend,” He repeats warily.

Quite an intimate friend, agrees the voice, and he hears the groan of wood from just around the corner. Come with me. I have something to show you.

Don’t bother, it adds as he makes for the hallway, to call IK down to join him. There’s nothing here worth the little girl’s attention.

“Don’t call her that,” He grunts with a spark of indignation. “And—”

I daresay what you’ll find would only hurt the youngster, adds the voice, and at this he pauses.

“...fine.” His mouth feels dry - he hears the irregular pattern of his own breathing as if from miles away. “What do you want to show me?”

Follow me, croons the voice, and something shimmers at him from around the corner.

Let me show you something remarkable, it tells him. The brightest mind in any generation. The most prolific mass murderer this land has ever seen. There’s plenty to learn.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” He growls. “But I don’t want any part in it.”

And yet he finds himself following the voice anyway.

Aren’t you just a little curious?

Wouldn’t you like to just take a little peek?

So close now. What a shame it would be to miss out.

And what a shame it would be to not know more. How close-minded!

Sharp pain lances through his temples - he stumbles, catching himself on a red velvet curtain, gripping the side of his head with a groan. “What— what are you playing at?!”

Side effects. Don’t mind those.

“I…” He can hear colours, taste sounds - feel as he’s never felt before, like millions of icy needles drawing fire from his skin. “...this…”

Why don’t you take a look behind the curtain? The voice whispers.

His mind feels in free-fall - he shakes his head blindly, but he finds himself reaching forward. He seizes a fistful of cold velvet and pulls.

Everything around him seems to shrink to a point. His own pale face stares back at him through the mirror.

“Is this some sort of joke?” He mutters.

His reflection grins back at him. “Welcome home, Solomon. It took you long enough.”

“What…” He tries to step back, but his feet feel anchored to the ground. “...I don’t understand.”

“Of course you don’t! Poor, gullible human that you are.” Mirror-Him laughs. “How cute. Did you have fun living with the mundane, at least?”

He tries to find words, but the reflection doesn’t wait for an answer. “I suppose I don’t need you to tell me. I’ll know soon enough. Now, come here. It’ll all make sense in a moment.”

He doesn’t move. His reflection frowns at him.

“Slow on the uptake, aren’t you?” Mirror-Solomon presses a hand against the glass. “It’s me - I’m you. I’m the part of us that had to die so that you could walk free. Me and you - two pieces of a glorious arcane puzzle.”

He feels his own hand moving to meet his reflection, and fights to keep it still. “That’s ridiculous. I’m not—”

“Not a sorcerer?” Mirror-Him sighs. “I’ve got news for you, cupcake. You wouldn’t be able to see me if you did.”

His head thumps. He says again, lost, “I don’t understand.”

His reflection’s expression softens a little. “I told you, didn’t you? We are the brightest mind any generation has ever seen. Before I died, you prised secrets of life straight from time’s mouth. We unlocked it together - in death, you would be reborn.”

“And when we reunite, I will be whole,” He recites, then claps a hand to his mouth. He doesn’t know where the words have resurfaced from.

His reflection grins at him. “Now you’re getting it. Come on, Solomon. Set us free.”

I know you.

I’ve felt the weight of your sins everywhere I’ve gone. Every place you’ve touched, people have died. Every time I bring your face somewhere new, it’s as if the land itself remembers what you’ve done. I hated it.

Now I understand. I feel it now - your hatred. My anger.

IK is upstairs. I can’t let you hurt her.

“Worried, are you?” His reflection leans closer, dropping his voice to a whisper. “I’ve got a secret to tell you. Once you remember everything, you won’t care.”

That’s exactly what I’m afraid of, he thinks, and the pain in his head suddenly intensifies. It’s all he can do to keep himself from crying out.

“You’ve been waiting for me - you just didn’t know it.” Mirror-Him doesn’t sound surprised by his disobedience. Perhaps that’s the worst part.

A thought, a foreign memory - he’d known this would happen, and that he wouldn’t be able to resist it. He’s a weak-willed mortal, after all.

He moves before he can stop himself. His hand meets the reflection - the cold of the glass cuts into him, and in one silent instant, everything ends. And everything begins.

He feels his legs collapse beneath him - he lands against the wall with a cough, heaving for air as if he hasn’t tasted it in years. Indeed, half his soul has starved in that mirror for the past five years.

Solomon stares down at his hands and sees blood. His fingertips buzz - warm sparks dance across his palms, as if the magic itself rejoices to be reunited with his mortal body. He feels himself smile.

He stands up. His reflection moves with him now. To be honest, part of him had been worried the mirror wouldn’t hold up for long enough - but he hadn’t exactly had time to seek a crystal looking-glass. Oh, that’s new. I remember…

“Oh, how I’ve missed you,” He says to himself.

He imagines this is how the man in the desert must feel - who finally finds water after hours in the scorching heat. How clever he is - a lesser being wouldn’t be able to cope with even a fraction of this operation.

His two sets of memories melt into each other easily. Like simply adding water to a jug. And—

“Solomon? I think we should get out of here.”

He whips around, and immediately knows he’s made a mistake. IK blinks at him from the end of the hallway, clearly unnerved by how quickly he reacted.

“...I think we’re dealing with magic scraps here,” She says after a moment, still eyeing him warily. “Some kind of crazy wizard or something. We need to get someone who knows about that kind of thing to look at it.”

“Crazy wizard?” He repeats almost incredulously. He’s blinded fools for lesser insults.

“I’ve never seen some of the stuff upstairs.” She grimaces. “The shadows were all moving - I swear one of them had teeth.”

Her left arm is dangling uselessly at her side, and he suddenly registers the dark red stains on her sleeves. He feels a familiar rush of worry, and hurries forward without thinking.

“You got bitten?” He reaches forward to inspect the wound, then thinks better of touching it just yet. “Are you alright? How do you feel?”

“Just stings like hell. I’ll probably live.” She attempts to make a thumbs up with the injured arm, then sucks in a breath and shakes her head. “...I’ll ask Luke to look at it later. We should really get going - I don’t think it’s safe here.”

He thinks about telling her that this house is under his control - that the shadows she saw were likely the remnants of failed experiments, that they’re some botched form of life that didn’t know how else to play. He thinks about telling her that that bite might well have been venomous, and that only he knows how to prevent the toxins from rotting her arm from the inside out.

He thinks about telling her that it’s all been for nothing - all the times she’s had to defend him from mobs, everyone from royal guards to fruit vendors, who’d seen him for what he was and rightfully spat at his feet. He thinks of telling her that there’s no need to shield him like this as they leave the house.

He thinks about telling that he knows fifty ways to kill her right there without leaving a trace, and hundreds more that would leave some far worse than a corpse.

But he doesn’t. He lets IK take his hand and lead him down the hill.

He can’t seem to smile now. His hands are clean, and yet he tastes iron each time he tries to speak.

What happened? What happened, Solomon? How did your master plan go wrong?

There was one contingency he didn’t plan for. He’d known he wouldn’t have the power to reject his old self - but somehow missed that, equally, he couldn’t simply abandon his new life, either.

Solomon realises now that his plan had been spoiled from the moment IK helped him out of that pit. The sorcerer, in all his wisdom, had failed to consider this - that he could love and be loved in that next life.

It feels as if the earth should swallow him whole, and yet nothing seems to have changed. The local lord greets him cheerfully when he rides past on a hunting expedition. He remembers poisoning that boy’s father.

New knowledge supplanted by the old, and memories from both past and future in tandem. What could he possibly do now?