#Usurper AU

[ali-croft7]

Bishop!Star and Narinder from the usurper au by Casper @secondsonaym

Big lady <3

[nonuggetshere]

More designs for yet ANOTHER MAP, this time Hollow and The Radiance

Good luck to me trying to animate these o7 Will most likely simplify them on the go

[dairyfreenugget]

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Spooky, 25 years old, any pronouns, 🇵🇱

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More will be added in the future, including more detailed rundowns of the AUs. Same tags were used in my old blog, @nonuggetshere , if you wish to read more about them.

💜 FaaF AU - aka Fragile as a Flower, Pure Vessel (named Flower) is discovered to not be hollow during their accolade

♡ Sealed Flower AU - Subset of FaaF, follows game canon and Embrace the Void ending, with more characters alive

♡ Wayward Royals AU - Subset of FaaF, PK, WL and PV find themselves stranded far away from Hallownest when Flower disobeys their father's orders to save him, outing themself in the process. They bond during travel back home.

♡ Pale Knight AU - Subset of FaaF, Flower leaves Hallownest permanently, creating their own small nomadic community with time and grows into an independent god in their own right

💜 Usurper AU - Hollow teams up with the Radiance to ursurp their father, exiling their parents and the five great knights out of the kingdom, and are dubbed Usurper King/Lord by their political opponents

💜 6th Knight AU - The Hollow Knight travels back in time, they take on a false name of Inanis and are appointed a Knight by the Pale King after proving themself, their main goal is to take care of the infection and save their young self by any means necessary

💜 Humble Pie AU - The King had taken a more direct approach to the making of vessels, choosing his own body instead, but after the plan had been leaked to the public he and his lady are exiled. Two vessels are born in the Wastelands, who the parents name Secret (THK) and Ghost

[thecottoncandylamb]

THE WORD COUNT IS A LIE THIS IS 2,612 WORDS I DO NOT KNOW WHY THE LINK LIES

Once again, no I haven’t abandoned Secret Alliance au, I just have to rework a lot of the things I wanted to write in the second half of the story so I’m taking the time to really fluff and pretty it up! I do plan on having a new chapter up as fast as I can but I want it to be the same quality if not better than the previous chapters, so enjoy this for now! I have plenty of other Jonesdation aus brewing for my claim of the CEO of Jonesdation title but, I digress. I hope you all enjoy my gay enemies to lovers shenanigans. 

Also, while I’m inviting other creatives to take a crack at the aus I make, I will also be writing my own version of the aus as well! I’d love to see a bunch of different fantasy aus based off of this one starter and see how different we all interpret it. Maybe I’m being silly and hopeful that people will be comfortable enough to do something like this but I think it’d be really fun to see! Hahah  

[cinnacreates]

A couple of character designs I did for @secondsonaym a while ago! Eligos and Decarabia :)

[whump-cravings]

Usurper AU - No Escape

TR3 Masterlist

~760 words | Original work: TR3 AU. Weeks after Price & Monster. Changed the name from “Vile AU” to “Usurper AU“ for Ironda x Ironda violence instead of Ironda x Invaders

Content: caretaking from whumper, depression, disordered eating, brief suicide mention, drugging

"Let me be very clear," Peraja said, pouring amber liquor into a small tumbler. "If you kill yourself, I’ll ensure your brother pays for it.”

Hakon crumpled in place, shoulders and head bowed as hot tears and hope slipped from him. Of course the one escape left to him would be cut off. Of course. He was just so tired.

Peraja noticed his posture change, looking at him. "Oh," the king sighed, clicking his tongue. "You poor thing." He capped the crystal decanter, lifting his glass as he returned to his seat. He reached for Hakon, but instead of grabbing, he gently guided Hakon's head onto his lap. "You're under so much pressure, aren't you?"

The kindness, no matter how insincere, was enough to push Hakon into full-on weeping. No one had truly touched him in weeks. Clutching at Peraja like a lifeline, he turned his face into the man's leg, all his dammed-up misery breaking free.

Fingers carded through his hair, filling his body with a warm sensation at every pass. "I know," Peraja murmured. "I know. You don't have to hold it all on your own."

Traitorous relief washed over him, overshadowing the shame of taking comfort from his enemy. Violent sobs wracked Hakon's body as he thought of everything he had been holding onto. The loss of Mother and Father, worrying over Rohisa's well-being, Baltar's pain and his complicity in it, trying to keep people safe, his self-disgust and loathing, how agony filled his every waking moment and many of his sleeping ones too.

Peraja stroked Hakon's head through all of it. And eventually, a long while later, he was left quietly sniffling, the occasional tremor running through him. Exhaustion weighed down every part of him. He ought to have sit up onto his heels, but he didn't want to lose the physical contact. How pathetic he'd become.

The sofa creaked as Peraja leaned over the arm. When he returned to center, he touched something to Hakon's lips. Hakon tensed but accepted the berry. Another wave of tears sprung to his tired eyes as the king continued to prompt him to eat, his stomach already roiling.

It was only a few pieces later that the inevitable happened, and Hakon dragged himself upright as his body began to reject the food. An empty glass appeared in his field of vision and he took it, containing the mess. He grimaced at the burning sensation in his throat, which seemed to get more intense and longer each time.

"Hm." Peraja stood, squeezing Hakon's shoulder before walking across the room to a drawer at the writing desk. Hakon wiped errant tears away from his eyes, raising his head to find Peraja returning with another cup and something held loosely in his other hand. He gave Hakon the cup first, which was just water. He gratefully swished his mouth clean, then managed to swallow a mouthful.

The king then deposited a small disc into Hakon's hand, made of what looked like compressed powder and herbs, and a little honey ball. Some kind of drug, and a sweet to wash the taste away?

"Let's see if that helps," Peraja said as he took a seat again. Hakon looked at him in question, hesitating only a moment more when the king raised his brow.

The drug was indeed bitter and started to fall apart before Hakon could wash it down. He shuddered, slipping the honey candy onto his tongue.

Peraja surprised him by once again guiding his head down onto his lap, and he relaxed into the touch again. He saw the king pick up a book from the corner of his eye, and begin to read while stroking Hakon's head.

Exhausted from the crying and lulled by the king's sedate energy, Hakon easily slipped into a light doze. So it felt only moments later that Peraja had set the book down and once again presented him with food.

Hakon blinked, slowly, registering the touch on his lips. All his limbs were warm and heavy, and the anxiety over food was a foggy memory. He accepted the offering, rolling the berry around his mouth and savoring its tartness. A deep sigh left him.

"That's it," Peraja murmured while continuing to feed him. "Good boy."

Soon, Hakon's response time became slower and slower as he began to nod off. Peraja slid out from beneath Hakon's head, which he only vaguely registered, along with whatever the king did afterward, moving about the room. A comforting weight draped around his shoulders, and he was out.

taglist: @emcscared-whumps @nabanna @dont-touch-my-soup @highprofilerichkid

[skipper19]

Imagine this..

King!Satoru never knew how to share. He's always gotten what he wanted when he demanded it. From women to jewels, this man received what he spoke of no matter what. Emperors from neighboring lands were intimidated by the spontaneous king. He's been known to act quite ruthlessly to those he deems lowly.

King!Satoru has never had a problem taking what he wanted. Especially when it came to a woman who caught his eye. So when Satoru had found you under the rubble and debris left behind by your fallen kingdom, he expected you to run into his arms and thank him. Instead, you ran into his arms and slapped him across the face. He was, for once in a long time, stunned. So much so that he didn't retaliate immediately. If it weren't for his guards, you might have taken his distraction as ample opportunity to attack even more.

King!Satoru immediately instructed his men to take you with them on their return home. You had a spark that no other woman has ever been brave enough to ignite within him. Satoru made sure the guards weren't too rough as they guided you into his castle. He quickly made haste to his room so he could change into comfortable robes and perhaps find some clothing you could change into. After all, your clothes had been tattered and dirtied as the buildings burned and crumpled to the ground around you.

King!Satoru was angry when he learned that his guards had put you in the dungeon. That's no place for a lady under his eye. He ordered some maids to prepare a room for you, and he traversed down to the dungeon and got you himself. Afterward, he wouldn't let anyone touch you or be alone with you again. Although, Satoru quickly realized he made a mistake giving you your own room. Luckily, it was right down the hall from his, unluckily you attempted to sneak out every night. Satoru would always sense when you had left bed, and he made quick haste of catching you before you could escape.

King!Satoru is in a panic when he lazily opens your bedroom door 3 hours after the full moon rose high in the sky, expecting to find you picking at the window locks, only to see your bedroom completely empty. He doesn't waste a moment more as he grabs his sword and shoes before running through the halls of his castle. He should have invested in stronger metal locks for his castle doors. Satoru is about to call out for his guards to prepare to search the grounds when he pauses mid-stride and takes a step back so he's looking into the kitchen. There you were, minding your sweet business as you prepared yourself a warm plate of food. Satoru would have sworn that a kitchen was no place for a lady of your position, but then he saw you doing something so mundane as cooking yourself a meal, and he melted.

King!Satoru doesn't interrupt your time and decides to turn around and go back to his room instead. He almost kicks his feet like a young girl when he hears you walk past his bedroom door to go back to your room. You had stopped trying to escape.

King!Satoru notices the relationship between the both of you growing stronger after that night. He saw you in a different light. You weren't just a woman he had won and brought back as a trophy. You meant a great deal to him. You were the sweet and normal he needed in his life. A bond formed between you both, for better or worse, and you quickly grew fond of the King. You ignored the whispers about your relationship with him, choosing not to acknowledge your growing feelings.

King!Satoru grew extremely protective of you in the past few months you had been with him. There was a voice in the back of his head constantly telling him that you were the one. For whatever reason, he just KNEW it.

You learn quickly that once you've gotten Satoru attached to you, he doesn't let go. He's clingy and needy, constantly protective and possessive, and he is the snarkiest man you've ever met. He's strong, too. You realize just how strong he is as you stand on the balcony of the castle, looking over the training grounds, and watch how easy it is for him to take down men one after another. The clench of your thighs tells you just how fast your feelings for him are developing. And, of course, Satoru notices too.

King!Satoru becomes much bolder around you after he catches on. He constantly flirted with you and made a great show of charming you. Despite his grand gestures and confident demeanor, he was a little nervous he was coming off too strong. Were your eye rolls fond or serious? Should he take a step back and stop being so flirtatious? Oh! Oh, you just..kissed his cheek. Annd~ he's melted into a puddle on the ground.

King!Satoru saw himself as a spontaneous and energetic man, and he loved himself a good ball. The women and men dressed so formally, dancing together and having their fun. And what made it better was that you were by his side now. This was your first royal gathering, thanks to your position by his side. He provided you with a beautiful gown, made sure it was your favorite color, and reassured you that you looked absolutely stunning. And, God's above, you did look gorgeous. Satoru tried not to stare too long at your exposed skin and kept his gaze on the hundreds of royal and wealthy in his ballroom.

King!Satoru kept his arm around your waist all night. But he couldn't believe his ears as you asked to dance. You didn't know a thing about dancing but.. they made it look easy, so why not? As soon as Satoru stepped on the marble flooring with you, a pit formed in your stomach. Your feet were uncoordinated as you stared down at your and Satorus feet. He kept one hand on your waist and the other in yours. The softness in his eyes, the love in his smile, it never went away as he watched you. Not when you stepped on his feet or even trip over your own heel.

King!Satoru would have thought by now that people knew not to mess with his precious woman. But all royals are dumb, except for him, of course. He glanced as he heard snickers from a few men, staring at your attempt at waltzing. Satorus blue gaze fell back down at you, and now he could feel the tremble in your hands travel up his wrist. His heart ached to see you so embarrassed, still trying to waltz with him. Satoru gently stepped forward, bringing your chests together, the linked hands expanded arm length out, and his grip on your waist moved to the small of your back. You could feel his cheek against your temple and his hot breath against your ear.

When he had asked you if you wanted them all dead, you merely thought it a joke. But he didn't snicker or laugh. His grip never loosened on you. Your weak smile faded as it sunk in that he was not playing a bad joke. You pulled back enough just to look at him and shook your head softly. He searched your gaze and sighed, gently breaking the link between your hands and cupping your face in his hands. Your cheeks flushed, and you placed your hands on his chest to steady your racing thoughts. Surely, he wasn't going to kiss you in the midst of this ball for everyone to see, right? Matter a fact, he was about to. If it weren't for the music ending and clapping erupting around the room.

King!Satoru knew you pulled away from nervousness and fluster, not shame or fear, but he just couldn't help himself from feeling irritated. He should have just pulled you in, no hesitation. Your lips looked so soft, and he just wanted to kiss them until your blood stained his lips. And, for sure, he shouldn't have tried such a thing in front of a ballroom of royalty. Such idiotic bastards don't deserve to see you so vulnerable and soft, needy, and desperate. Only him. Only Satoru is allowed to see you as such. But he was close to disregarding his own ball and whisking you away to the side.

Instead, King!Satoru waits patiently for the ball to end. But he's not so patient to escort all the guests out. No, he allows his guards that pleasure as Satoru gladly guides you out of the ballroom. Your laughter echoes off the walls of the castle as he carries you to his chambers. He's been craving your touch for months, yearning for a mere taste on his tongue, but your laughter was worth more than any stained sheet or tinted purity. Satoru takes his time, gently exploring your body and making you his. You didn't mind. Your body and soul lost to ecstacy the entire night until the morning came.

King!Satoru couldn't thank God above enough, relentlessly thanking him for letting Satoru raid your home. Satoru lays on his satin sheets, holding you against his bare chest as you softly snore on top of him. He just watches you and thanks anyone who may listen that he's such a spoiled man. Without his ruthless reputation, he wouldn't have pocketed this sweet treasure in his arms, and she wouldn't have pocketed his heart in return.

[lulushuu]

a post-wedding wip

[starry-bi-sky]

Out of Context Danny Phantom Memes for a fic i haven't posted (yet)

[ghost-bxrd]

Everyone under the impression that Jason is just cruising the kingdoms with Red, but how about him actually ruling the lands Joker used to call his own… 👀

[ali-croft7]

Memento mori, invideo vitae

Archbishop Michael belongs to @secondsonaym

[nonuggetshere]

Finally finished with Hollow gijinka for the usurper AU!

Accidentally pulled an all-nighter because of this one, whoops

[annie-also-draws]

Hades Charmes brain rot dump

Domestic Charmes Modern Au for my needs bc there’s not enough art of them HNNNNG (bless you AO3 writers)

Some designs for Hermes. (Charon’s still in the backlog in my head rn). Hermes with glasses anyone??? 😭

I’m in the deep trenches of making my own Au where Hermes and Charon are finance bros (god of commerce and the god who collects gold, duh, ain’t no way they’re dirt poor).

There’s plenty of fics that display Hermes as the black sheep of the family who’s running his own life away from his family doing odd jobs and barely hangs on (no hate I love them!!!) but there’s not enough Rich! Hermes out there so I just gotta insert my own brain rot. Charon and Hermes working for rival finance companies (one deal with future investment and one deal with settlement money/clauses after one’s death (idk if it’s a real thing but meh)

Check the tags for the synopsis lol AO3 style

Bless Jen Zee for long hair Hermes bc all the hairstyle I can conjure from this 😩🙏

The glasses started as a goofy accessory and ended up staying. Longsighted-Hermes who can’t see things that are close to him and uses contact lenses at work 👁️👁️. Only wears glasses at home (with Charon). Grows very little beard and is perpetually tired bc overworked! Hermes is so canon.

[lunavagans]

Very impulsive idea:

You know how stalfos are abound in most games? This demonstrates that 1. the undead exist throughout LoZ and 2. Ganon/whatever BBEG‘s turn it is has/could have control over the dead.

Anyway.

Shadow being a former hero that failed, died and whose body/soul is being puppeted. He doesn‘t remember anything from his life before basically being Adopted For Nefarious Reasons by Ganon. Some fairies still remember a hero long ago that befriended dragons instead of fighting them and liked to scare people, but they don‘t recognize him anymore; not that they interacted all that much with him, he had help from elsewhere. For more angst, Shadow tried to have the heroes killed in all places where he almost died on his quest because he still associates them with danger.

Now the difference between Shadow and the colours isn‘t just good/evil or different sides anymore. It‘s what makes one succeed in their quest and what makes the other fail. Extra kudos if neither ever find out what that is, because there‘s actually no reason at all. Victim-of-the-circumstances kind of situation. Shadow was screwed by coincidence and that‘s the only reason why he died and landed in Ganon‘s hands to fight the next hero, deal with it. Looking for a reason is useless.

Now, if Shadow died before his BBEG, then Hyrule would either be a shitshow or non-existent anymore (think WW). So I‘m thinking he took it down with his death, which would make his sacrifice at the end of the manga a repetition. History repeats itself yadda yadda. And if his personality stays the same overall, who‘s to say he didn‘t have a self-sacrificial streak before? Maybe that‘s why he chose to break the mirror so readily despite there potentially being a way to re-seal Vaati without his death (at least if his comment to Vio about it wasn‘t just showing off)?

[sapphanimates]

erm, uhhh. sasha au sonic! he's like, 40 here.

arm braces, scratched up shoes, nose scar, torn ears, ear piercing, and a couple grey quills (not very well hidden). oh and hes a scruffy lad.

(IT WAS HARD TRYING TO MAKE AN OLDER SONIC DESIGN THAT WASNT IDENTICAL TO MY 20 SOMETHING ALACRITY AU DESIGN, WHILST ALSO NOT BEING BORING OR OVER THE TOP. HELP.)

[whump-cravings]

Usurper AU - Help

TR3 Masterlist

<500 words | Original work: TR3 AU. Weeks after Price & Monster, right before “No Escape”

Content: asking whumper for help, sibling whump

"Baltar!" King Peraja exclaimed. "Good afternoon."

"F-Forgive me, your majesty," Baltar said, going on his knees to gather up the fallen fabric. He glanced around, but Hakon wasn't accompanying the king as normal. Where...? He didn't like knowing that Hakon might be alone at the moment, not when his brother had been acting so abnormal.

Movement towards him made him flinch, breath catching. But Peraja was only crouching to help. "I'm not going to bite," the king said, evidently bemused.

Forgive me if my view of you has been somewhat colored, Baltar thought as he stared at the scars on his hands.

"How have you been faring?"

"F-Fine. Thank you, my k-king." The words were ashen on his tongue. This man did not deserve to be king.

"Good," he said, standing as Baltar did. "Atdi speaks highly of you."

Baltar ducked his head, wetting his lip nervously. What was he supposed to say? What was Peraja looking for? There were a thousand things he wanted to say. Why did you make him hurt me? Do you delight in our torment? Why did you leave us alive? What do you want from us?

"I-I am glad to b-be of service," he said instead, a safe, trite platitude.

The king waited a beat too long, perhaps expecting something more, before nodding and handing over the fabric samples. "I'll let you be about your business, then."

Baltar tucked the squares in his careful pile with a nod, relieved to be on his way. Before he could take a step, however, he hesitated.

Hakon's not here. Hakon didn't have to know if Baltar spoke to Peraja about him.

Peraja honed in on the pause. "Something on your mind?"

No one else had Peraja's access to Hakon. Not since he had shut Baltar out as some kind of misguided self-punishment. They shared sleeping space but never conversation, anymore. Hakon would hate asking for help from this man, but if Peraja had an interest in keeping them alive...

"H-He's... n-not doing well," Baltar said. You'd have to be a fool not to notice what you've done to him. Are you a fool, King Peraja? The bite marks weren't the only sign.

The king was silent for a long moment. "What would help?"

Changing the past, Baltar thought bitterly. But what would help, actually? It would help if Hakon wasn't losing weight, or if he would talk to or touch Baltar, or if he could sleep through the night. He didn't know how Peraja could influence any of that, not without making it all worse. Except, maybe...

"Pretend y-you care."

"Hm." Peraja patted Baltar on the head, and Baltar managed not to flinch over it. "I'll look after him."

Trying to shake off the feeling that he had done something terrible, Baltar bowed again and scurried on his way.