#Scion AU

[hywl]

[shiroesuna]

/loveheart critical hit sorry for all the spam today btw I'm just feeling kinda good about tumblr rn so I'm posting my backlog.

[of-the-eventide]

"You are nothing more than the Scion's savage attack dog!" "Let me show you how willing I am then to tearing out your fucking throat with my bare teeth."

[sylaurin]

just playing with some au stuff~

[mslettuce]

✨ Scion Family Vacation ✨

[ahollowgrave]

@viiioca asked: Send 🏔to see them in their favourite zone.

Okay, so --

Perhaps not her favorite zone but one she found herself at frequently. She gets lost in thought, hard to draw back out, as she sits frozen like the wave of light before her. Expression awestruck grief as she marvels at her beloved's last act. One last shot:

[sweetteaanddragons]

The Great Gil-Galad Swap: Season Two Edition

In which Scion of Somebody, Probably!Gil-Galad and Rings of Power Gil-Galad swap places at the beginning of Season 2 of Rings of Power. SoS!Elrond has to deal with the fallout.

(Please note that I have only seen the first episode of season two. I don't care about spoilers, but don't expect this to be compliant with anything past that.)

(Or much within that, frankly, given the premise of this.)

A spin-off of ideas I first explored in posts here and here.

“The important thing,” Elrond said, “is that no one is dead.”

It was the first thing he had said after staring blankly at the fire for two hours, so Lauriel was inclined to count it as a victory.

“Well done,” he added, with so much weariness that Lauriel had to fight the urge to flinch.

It spoke poorly of the day that the best that could be said of it was that they had not had their fifth kinslaying during it.

It had seemed likely, for a moment, when Lauriel had been facing off against Gil-Galad’s soldiers with her knives, voice ringing with one of the fierce, sharp songs Prince Maglor had taught all his people, bristling with the fear it called down upon the enemy even as it called to its kin for aid.

Come, come, come, it had rung, come to the battle, come to shed blood, come for your kindred -

And they had come, taking up the cry themselves so that it rippled throughout the city, come with every weapon they had secreted and every weapon they could improvise, come racing through the halls of the palace, come clambering up the wall to throw themselves through Gil-Galad’s window, come, come, come -

Some from Doriathrim and Sirion had come to, from alarm instead of brotherhood, but one word from Elrond, and they could have brought at least half of them around.

But Elrond, being Elrond, had chosen his one word differently, of course. He had chosen, stop and stand down and of course, my king may detain me if he wishes and then one of Gil-Galad’s idiot guards had taken the opportunity of Elrond stepping forward to strike him on the head with the hilt of his sword -

It was an accomplishment, she admitted, that no one had died today.

Elrond looked a little better, she thought; he had stumbled through their escape from the city, mouth working but no sound releasing, blood trickling from his temple. His eyes were clear now, though, and his hands were steady as he pressed them together on his knees.

Around them, the rest of the camp had let loose a little of the tension propelling them all.

“What happened?” Anufin asked a little plaintively. He was perched on the very edge of a limb of one of the trees they had sung into providing better cover for their camp.

Lauriel shot him a glare and rather hoped he fell off it, but Elrond was gracious enough to answer.

“The king has accused me of theft,” he said blankly, “and ordered that I be detained. Things . . . escalated.”

Lauriel winced again. He had not looked at her when he had said that. He had not had to.

She was still not sure what else she could have done.

“I did not commit the theft,” Elrond added after a long moment.

“I didn’t think you did,” Lauriel assured him.

“I didn’t care if you did,” Farande offered from across the fire.

Neither assurance seemed to help.

“What did he think you had taken?” Anufin tried.

Elrond responded to that, at least. “Rings,” he said, sounding more bewildered than ever.

Around the fire, dozens of eyes collectively blinked.

“I don’t know which ones,” Elrond continued. “He has one from Finrod he values, but he was wearing it today; there’s his seal ring, I suppose, and it would explain his level of anger, but why would he think that I . . . ?” His voice wavered and trailed off miserably.

Lauriel knew going back and killing Gil-Galad would not actually make Elrond feel better.

She reminded herself of this firmly.

Logic: that was what they needed now.

“Exactly,” she said, leaping on Elrond’s last word before the pause could be too noticeable. “Why would he think it? If - say his seal ring - if it had gone missing, assuming it was stolen might be reasonable, but why would he suspect you?”

“And be sure enough of it to act,” Farande added. “He must have known what the move might cost him.”

“Someone could have planted the ring in Lord Elrond’s room?” someone from the far side of the fire suggested. Macilme, she determined after a moment; she had been half hidden in Thanduin's shadow.

It was a good thought. But: “Someone still would have had to report it,” Lauriel pointed out grimly. “Someone with a reason to be in his rooms.”

Farande’s hand lovingly caressed the hilt of her knife. Lauriel wondered if it was the same one that she’d used the last time one of their own had turned traitor.

Of course, it might not have been one of their own; Elrond was a gracious host and a popular one, and there were a host of servants and, try as she might, Lauriel couldn’t vouch for the loyalty of all of them.

“Still,” Anufin said hesitantly. “To move straight to arrest . . . “

It seemed very ill planned, Lauriel conceded. To try such a thing with only two soldiers; to try it at all without first attempting to hear Elrond’s side of the story; to assume the worst of Elrond in the first place, regardless of planted proof - it did not seem like Gil-Galad.

“Perhaps,” she said slowly, “perhaps it was not a matter of proof at all. Perhaps something has ensnared his will.”

Or, of course, someone.

Elrond’s head jerked up, half hope, half horror. “It would not be an easy thing,” he said. “The king’s will is strong.”

She conceded with a nod.

Yet it was a possibility, and they all knew it.

“So . . . we won’t be going to Eregion to raise allies for a fight quite yet, then?” Farande checked.

”Absolutely not - “ Elrond collected himself with a breath. “No. Under no circumstances are we fighting anyone. We will only be - investigating. As to whether the king requires aid or has been deceived or if I have - have merely lost his trust.”

Lauriel wished, very briefly but very badly, that Elrond was still just the son of her prince instead of her prince himself so that it might be appropriate for her to reach out and hold him close.

“If the first, I will attempt to assist him; if the second, I will endeavor to reveal the deception. If the third . . . If the third, I will surrender myself to his justice.”

There had been nods of acceptance around the fire at the first two objectives. There was a distinct pause at the third.

“Of course, my prince,” Lauriel said into the silence. “Whatever you think is best.”

He was, fortunately, distracted enough by her use of the forbidden title to ignore the silence from the rest.

(“Our princes told us to protect them until the world’s end,” Farande hisses to her once Elrond, half-elven and more vulnerable to the need to rest, has succumbed to sleep. “We cannot let him be arrested. If Gil-Galad has gone mad and truly thinks to try it - ")

(“Then he will have some sort of riding accident,” Lauriel interrupts. “Or hunting accident. Or boating accident. There are a great many accidents that may occur.”)

(Farande relaxes.)

(“But let us hope we will not need an accident,” Lauriel says. “Our prince has had enough of grief.”)

[66sharkteeth]

btw any time i'm talking about college AU, scion still exists. but now it's just jericho's very mean pet monitor lizard that he definitely did not obtain legally and is hiding in his and claude's dorm. he got it as a baby as a kid and it has been his horrible little best friend since. it's official name is "The Scion" because Jericho learned that word when he was like 12 and thought it was really cool.

it still hates claude and still gave him the scars on his cheek. jericho and claude both paid extra to get a 2 bedroom dorm but when claude arrived, he discovered his shitty roommate was already using the extra room for his stupid pet lizard so now he and jericho have to share a room (wink wink).

[sapphire-scarletta-wol]

Redid my pony Raha cus I want to and I have expanded my ff14 x MLP au lore way too much for me to stop

Compared to my last post about pony graha I majorly changed his crystal exarch persona more. Now he much much taller cus alicorn growth and his horn turned completely crystal in the shape of the crystal tower itself.

He still hid his wings underneath his robe and once his identity was revealed they made him a custom robe for his wings to freely move. Though he can show his wings after that he could not use it much as 200+ plus years of disuse made his wings severely malnourished and weak,hence the long thin and ragged shape. He has frazzled feathers on it too. Very sad to think when one of his favorite pasttimes is flying high above the clouds.

He has also clipped his feathers on his cheeks,chest,hooves and tail to help solidify his disguise and initial plan,without those too flying has been made more difficult even so.

He can only fly a few feet off the ground unless others help him higher by giving him more air.

ARR pony graha retains being the shortest male pegasus of his kind while also having the smallest wingspan for said kind.

Totally did not contribute to why as a younging he strived so hard to be noticed by his peers and to try especially hard to impress the wol

And endwalker pony graha gained height and bigger wings,still slowly growing more taller thanks to his alicorn status.

~~~

In the first there would not be any alicorns (most if not all had already passed or banished after the flood) and a lot of ponies there would not even know that the concept of a pony having both wings and a horn can exist.

The rest are just for fun doodles.

Oh and I wanted to add this little tidbit I noticed

Yeah so how could I not make the crystarium and crystal empire one and the same for this pony au?

[hazelkjt]

Inspiration

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With Hazel not allowing her to train until she is older, stating "If I started when I was thirteen then so can you," Perseverance watches from the side as her new mother spars with a member of the Landsguard. Knife in hand, she begins to mimic the motions of the fight as best she can. Thankfully she can tell they aren't going all out, Hazel fighting a bit slower and with less force than when she saved Percy. It was still a challenge for the child to track though. At first Percy tries to match Hazel's movements, but as the sparring match continued her eyes were drawn to her mother's opponent, the Landsguard soldier. She was keeping toe to toe with her mother, her hero. After letting her mind wander for a minute Percy realizes that she was starting to mimic her more instead of Hazel...but she couldn't help herself. She was so quick, so strong... ...So cool!

[nabaath-areng]

Too tired to try and write something for this, but I imagine that Magnai asks Ieeha to visit him on the Steppe before the events of Ultima Thule, giving him enough time to settle matters should Ieeha accept the sun.

One person then leaves the Rising Stones after the events of the 13th, followed by two people returning, almost awkwardly hand in hand.

But that's fine with them, because they have all the time in the world henceforth to catch up on all the time they wasted being dense.

It was Guydelot who accidentally stepped on a landmine by trying to strike conversation with Magnai in Camp Broken Glass after seeing him and Ieeha bicker like an old couple. He goes into it all ''ah yes just like me and my Sanson—" only to find out that Magnai was NOT aware of what's going on, and then everything spirals from there, forcing Sadu and Cirina to step in and help Magnai unpack several expansion worth of confusion and strange longing.

(Sanson is the one who tells Guydelot for once that it'll be fine after the fact LOL)

[thefreelanceangel]

[shiroesuna]

They're babying

[of-the-eventide]

dinner is far better with good company!

auragust 2024 - feast

[sylaurin]

Kabniel and her parents Thiago (left) and Iskra (aka Cpt. Kestrel)(right) in the pirate AU I've been helping @ainyan and @sasslett with~

[absolem0]

some notes about Sol