#decaying royalty au

[rainbowrosegames]

It's been 300 years and I'm still 26 years old. Ever since around 200 years ago, I've had that river blocked off. It was that stupid fountain of youth. Wars have come and gone and I still can't die, I guess that I'm just unlucky that way. Yarrou, why can't you just release me from this? I've outlived my own husband and children and grandchildren. I've never abdicated the throne because I've been good enough to keep leading. The other kingdoms are afraid of us, too, saying that I must be using witchcraft, and that we could easily take them over. Some tried to attack us and lost. In fact, they're lucky that they're still kingdoms and didn't crumble for that move. I didn't destroy them or annex them because that's not what Yarrou wants. I'm sure they hate me for it too, even when I sent supplies and manpower over to help them rebuild. I never asked to be immortal, that's why I freed myself, the land, and the people from Ymitru'a influence and contracts. I should be grateful that I am not decaying anymore but it's only so good when you must keep on living, watching people die, and being forced to keep leading your people. At least I have my horse with me but still, I think he wants to die too. He drank from the river too, and he's probably very confused as to why he outlives the other horses in the stables. A century ago I had him moved from the stables to accompany me everywhere. Of course, he is toilet trained. I guess he learned some stuff and got smarter too in these past few centuries. It's such a pain going on like this. The nobles in government are trying to say that I'm crazy and lost all sense. They want my great grandchildren to lead the kingdom so that they get more power. At least I have the commoners on my side since I've been a good king to them. Honestly, I kept the title of king because it's cool, even though I should really be called queen. I was a queen when I had my husband though. I miss him sometimes.

If you would’ve known that that stupid river was the fountain of youth, you never would’ve drank from it. That was 300 years ago. You’re permanently stuck at age 26. The only one you really have left in your life is your horse, who also made the mistake of drinking from it.

[dissemmiart]

Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma - Royalty AU Y (They may look like vampires, but I'm calling it royalty) | Decay of Angels fan art.

[flowerakatsuka]

finally finished kuroba's updated fujio rock design!! i ended up thinking about them a lot more than i expected and ended up fleshing out their au a lot more so they really needed a new look. and here's a short playlist for how i imagine their band's music / their vocals would sound!

more info under the cut!

rotten flower is a lolita vkei band aesthetics-wise, but they pull from a variety of genres for their music. a lot of their songs have instrumentation inspired by european folk and classical music ( a la kaoling or yucat. )

their band has multiple themes they play on — card suits, royalty, flowers, and urban decay being overtaken by nature.

kuroba's band persona plays into a cool prince archetype with a playful side, this really comes out on stage.

they've gained more popularity as of late and have gotten the chance to play at larger venues, but kuroba still prefers playing at smaller, underground venues. they think it makes for a more intimate, energized experience.

rather than being a plant nerd in this verse, kuroba is obsessed with instruments. it's not uncommon for them to dive down a rabbit hole of researching different ones and come out the other side with a wealth of knowledge + a new baby in their collection. they're very fond of stringed instruments.

kuroba themself loves a wide swath of music genres and is interested in making music in them, but many of them don't exactly fit their band's aesthetic well. they'd love to produce a bossa nova or city pop album at some point.

they were also an utatie back in college under the pseudonym, " tsumekusa. " their channel wasn't super popular, but they had a few dedicated fans that loved hearing their covers. they mostly covered songs from the 80's.

kuroba used to be tone death in this au like they are in canon, but thanks to their fellow club member's help and encouragement, they were able to train their voice to the level it's at now. their natural singing register is on the lower side, but they're able to sing in higher ranges as well, ( i imagine it to be like to the range showcased in the jun togawa song on the linked playlist. )

their beef and rivalry with kara seemingly came out of nowhere after they meeting for the first time in the au. kuroba tends to be kinda curt and playfully snarky towards him while kara is happy that at least someone recognizes his greatness enough to see him as a rival. also, he's just very clearly infatuated with them and wants this to be a rivals to lovers situation so fucking bad. ( he'll probably get that wish granted, we'll see. )

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

Checkmate - Steve Rogers x Reader (Medieval Royalty AU)

A/N: this is my entry into @the-slumberparty week three challenge: something new! I got Royalty AU and if you have been following me since my wattpad days you’ll know I’ve already given Modern Royalty AU but this is my first go at Medieval Royalty AU so I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Sometimes you wished you were more than just a chess piece

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Light Angst! Mention of Arrange Marriage! Fluff! One bed trope if you squint!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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You had given up hope that you’d be rescued, or at least rescued alive. In the weeks you had been held captive in this dungeon you had come to terms that your death would spark a war that would result in the deaths of countless others. A thought that you hated, you didn’t want the blood of innocents on your hands.

But with every passing day that thought became your reality. You weren’t even sure how many days had passed. Your cell was damp and dark all hours of the day, the air stale and thick with the stench of decay. You couldn’t even use meals to determine the passing off time, they were so sporadic. Your gown hung loose on your body, ripped and caked in mud making the chill in the air even worse.

You were huddled in the far corner, the only one that seemed to avoid the breeze. It was a silent night, with the exception of quiet groans from those who were also imprisoned in this dungeon. The sound of keys rattling had you curling up further.

“Princess” the guard said as he walked into your cell.

“Please, please leave me alone” you whimper with a small shake of your head.

The sound of his boots approaching made you curl up even more, shivers running through your body. You flinched and whimpered when you felt his large hand on your shoulder.

“Princess, I’m here to get you out of here” the guard said, his tone much softer than before.

You hesitantly look over your shoulder at him, first noticing how poorly his armour seemed to fit. All the straps were as loose as they could be so the metal could fit over his large frame. None of the pieces seemed to match either, it was as if he’d just picked up random pieces as he came across them. Your eyes finally met his through his helment, you blinked a couple of times at the warmth that they held before realising you actually recognised them.

“Steve?” You whisper in disbelief.

“Yeah, it’s me” Steve nods a small smile playing at his lips “I’m here to rescue you” he says holding out his hand for you to take.

“My father sent you?” You mutter not able to believe it.

“No, I’ll explain later but lets get you out of here” Steve says as he wraps a shawl around your body, pulling the hood up so it hung low over your face “i need you to stay completely still and don’t say a word” he instructs you, you had barely nodded when he swept you up into his arms, repositioning the shawl so every inch of you was covered.

Despite your surprise, you did what he said remaining silent and still as he carried you to freedom. Relaxing into his arm feeling safe for the first time in weeks.

Steve had carried you halfway out of the dungeons when someone called out “Hey where are you going?”

Steve didn’t even flinch “the vagrant in cell 23 died, I’m dumping his body in the woods for the wolves,” he told the other guard.

The other guard laughs “oh they’ll love fighting over that, barely any meat on him” he chuckles.

Steve hums “i’ll make sure to make a hasty retreat” he says as he continues his journey out of the dungeon.

When he stepped out into the open night air you instantly began to shiver. Steve wrapped his arms around you more and held you closer to him.

“Not long now, once we’re over the border we’ll stop for the night and I’ll build a fire” he reassures you.

He walked for a few more minutes before stopping and setting you back down onto your feet. His arm wrapped around your waist as your weak knees buckled beneath you.

You pushed your hood back enough so you could see, your breath catching when you saw your horse standing waiting to be mounted.

“Maximus” you breathe out, your voice catching at the sight of your beloved horse.

“He was just as desperate to rescue you as I was, so I had to bring him along, it’s a good thing we’ve always gotten along” Steve smirks as he lifts you up onto the horse.

You chuckle gently, shaking your head since you knew that wasn’t always the case. You had known Steve since childhood, his mother was one of the palace healers and he worked in the stables whenever he wasn’t fighting his own illness. The pair of you became fast friends and before you knew of your duty as a Princess you had always hoped he would be the man you spent the rest of your days with as nobody owned your heart like he did. Maximus and Steve had a love hate relationship, something that would always make you giggle when Maximus would grab Steve’s collar to stop him from walking away, and kicking over any bucket he could to make Steve’s life harder.

“Hold on as tight as you can, we’re gonna be going pretty quick until we get over the border” Steve warns you as he climbs up onto Maximus behind you, his arms reaching around you to grab the reins.

“Ready” you confirm as you grab hold and prepare yourself for the gallop.

You had been riding for a couple of hours when you finally came to a stop for the night. Steve had already dumped the armour he’d stolen to throw anyone who followed off your scent.

He gently helped you down from the horse, guiding you over to a large log that you could sit on “here eat some of this” Steve says passing you a roll of bread from his pack.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully as you start slowly tearing into the roll, unable to stop the sigh that escaped from your lips as you tasted the first nice bit of food in weeks.

As you ate you watched as Steve set up a small camp for the night, lighting a fire and creating makeshift beds for the both of you.

“How are you feeling?” Steve asked brushing his hands against his trousers as he rose to his full height.

“Better thank you,” you say quietly pulling the shawl around you tighter to fight the chill.

“It’s okay I’m sorry you had to stay there so long” Steve sighs as he sits down near the fire, adding a couple more logs to help warm you up.

You give him a small smile before looking down as you remember what he said about your rescue “you said my father hadn’t sent you… has he… had he given up?” You say, your voice barely above a whisper.

“No” Steve muttered instantly, his brows furrowing as shakes his head “no not at all” he tells you as he moves closer to you, hesitating for a second before sitting down next to you, putting his hand on your knee “your father is working tirelessly to try and free you but with the politics of it all it was proving difficult to organise an attack” he explains.

“Because if he attacked it could trigger a war, which is just what they wanted” you sigh shaking your head “so how are you here?”

“I tried to convince your father that a stealth attack would free you and prevent a war, the enemy would be too busy preparing for a large-scale attack that they wouldn’t notice some slipping in but he didn’t agree” Steve explains with a shrug of his shoulders.

“So you had to prove him wrong” you chuckle shaking your head at him “I should have guessed” You say knowingly earning a bashful smile in return “I’m glad it was you though” you tell him softly, shifting closer to him so you could rest your head on his shoulder.

It was silent for a few minutes, the only sound being from the pop and crackle of the fire before Steve cleared his throat “it’s late, you should try and get some rest” he says standing up and walking over to his pack and pulling out a blanket “that should help keep you warm”

“Yes, of course, thank you,” you say quietly taking the blanket and moving to lie down on the floor.

As you tried to get comfortable you look over to where Steve was sitting, the fire casting a warm glow across his features. His back seemed tense as he sat with his arms resting atop of his knees and all you wished to do was help him relax.

“Steve….” You said quietly catching his attention “will you lie with me?” You ask softly.

Steve’s lips parted slightly in surprise “I-I- I um don’t-“ he stuttered.

“Please? I’ll feel safer knowing you’re next to me” you tell him.

He pursed his lips and you could see his resolve breaking “okay” he said softly before moving to lie beside you, close enough that you could feel his warmth but far enough away that he didn’t risk touching you.

Silence once again fell and you tried to allow yourself to fall asleep. You should be exhausted, you had barely slept during your imprisonment and it had been a tiring day. But you just couldn’t, your mind was just too loud.

“I hate politics” you mutter mostly to yourself not expecting Steve to still be awake.

“What do you mean?” He hums behind you.

“Oh sorry I thought you’d be asleep,” you say looking over your shoulder at him.

Steve gives you a soft smile “I was waiting until you fell asleep first, so what’s on your mind” he asks.

You roll over to face him, your fingers fiddling with the buttons on the cloak he’d given you “its just rules my life, it nearly killed me, if you hadn’t saved me I don’t think I would have lived to see the next full moon” you sigh shaking your head.

“I’m sorry, I should have come and saved you sooner” Steve apologises with a sad look in his eyes.

“Shush” you mutter shaking your head as you look up, your eyes meeting his in the low light “you have nothing to apologise for, I’ll forever be a chess piece for everyone to just use,” you tell him “our enemies used me to try and start a war, my father will use me to create an alliance with another kingdom, they’ll just use me to produce an heir…. All because I was born, something I had no control over leaves me with no control over my life”

Steve looks at you sadly, his hand reaching out to take yours, his thumb gently brushing over your skin in a soothing manner “what would you do if you did have control?” He asked quietly.

You smile softly as you thought about what you would do, one idea instantly coming to mind “I’d marry for love, status means nothing to me, they could be a prince, a duke…. Or a stable boy” you say, the corners of Steve’s lips twitching upwards, the tips of his ears turning red.

“Would that make you happy?” He asks, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“The happiest” you smile softly.

“Well… I will wish on every star that you get that life princess” he promises shifting closer so he could press a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a few moments as he breathed deeply.

“Thank you Steve” you whisper moving so your forehead rested against his chest.

You willed your breathing to be deeper and slower to give the impression that you’d finally fallen asleep. Smiling to yourself when you felt Steve kiss your forehead again, his arm draping over your side securely.

When the sun began to rise Steve packed up the camp while you ate some of the rations he brought. Once the camp was dismantled and all signs of your stay hidden the two of you continued your journey home. As your strength had begun to return you sat behind Steve giving you the best opportunity to wrap your arms around his waist. It was a feeling you would savour as you knew you’d never get a chance like this again.

Your arrival into the kingdom did not go unnoticed, crowds all murmured and whispered as you rode past, the look of relief on their faces to see you safe and alive. Guards did not get in your way as you walked into the castle, straight to the throne room where you knew your father would be.

When your father saw you walk in his expression was one of pure shock and relief, he surged forward and hugged you tightly “my dear I am so relieved to see you alive and home”

“as am I father” you smiled reassuringly “and we have Steve to thank for that,” you tell him glancing over at Steve.

Your father straightened as he turned to look at Steve “I should have you punished for disobeying my orders but… you saved my daughter and for that, I will be eternally grateful” your father says shaking Steve’s hand “is there anything I can give you to repay this debt? Anything you desire? Anything at all, I could make you one of my knights” your father offers.

Steve glances over at you before turning his attention back to your father “I appreciate the offer of a knighthood but there is something I would value more” Steve says “I would like your permission to marry your daughter, I have loved her since childhood and I promise to continue to love her for the rest of my life” he asks.

You couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped your lips, you never expected Steve to love you in the same way that you did. You always believed the affection he showed was from your friendship and duty, not because he actually loved you back. your eyes dart between Steve and your father, praying silently to the gods that your father would say yes.

“Steve…” your father sighs “I respect you as a hard-working and loyal man but in this world, Love is not good enough for a prosperous match” he says shaking his head “Y/N has to marry someone who will be good for the kingdom, not just her”

“Steve is good for the kingdom” you interject making your father arch a brow in question “I can see no better way to show how we value are subjects that to show we don’t view ourselves as above them” you point out.

“but that would jeopardise our relationships with our allies” your father reasons.

“I believe a marriage with another kingdom could jeopardise our own, what if the man you pick for me to marry doesn’t value this kingdom as much as his own, our people could suffer, whereas a future king who is from this kingdom will forever value it and work in its best interest” you tell him “we have strong industries already, we could focus on them and use them to create allies with other kingdoms”

Your father smiles proudly back at you “you shall make a good queen someday” he says softly.

“then let me marry a man I love and that won’t stop me from performing my duty” you say stepping closer to Steve taking his hand in yours.

Your father lets out a long sigh before looking back at Steve “I guess I should start calling you son” he says shaking Steve hand with a warm smile on his face.

You smiled warmly up at Steve, you may still be a chess piece but you just won the game.

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[biinaberry]

omgomgomgomg please tell me more about the batfam dnd au. whos what class? whos each race (i can only guess half) what are their backstories....

I dont have everyone's backstory (nor do I have a firm grasp on DND yet) but this is what I have so far Tim- DM Bruce- Human Paladin Dick- Tiefling Bard Babs- Dragonborn Artificer Jason- Halforc Rouge (Turned halforc fighter) Cass- Kenku Rouge Steph-Halfling Barbarian Duke- Elf Sorcerer Damian-Dragonborn Druid

Dick's character, Robin, stays pretty close to his childhood. Robin was raised in the circus with her parents being musicians. She trained herself on the trumpet, tuba and french horn. Following in her parent's footsteps she wanders the world trying to bring joy to others through her music. Eventually turning to her wanting to learn to be the best gymnast and to entertain kings and royalty. Babs and Duke are both royalty however in two very different environments. Duke was born to the forest and has an innate ability to control and command fireflies. This left him with the in charge of their light source and acted as a guide to those visiting. This left him with the title "Solar Guide". Babs however is the in a kingdom of machinery and advancements. Born with a tinkerer's mind she visited Duke's kingdom to explore how to combine both machinery, magic and nature. As well as to broker a deal between the two of them.

Damian's character, The Inevitable, was once a powerful druid. They were so strong in fact that they were once the final boss of a prior hypothetical campaign. However once the heros of the campaign defeated them they cursed him to never retain his memories, seen with the mask chained to his face. So all the spells and abilities he once had are no longer in his head. He is able to piece together that he was a druid due to the plethora of animals in his domain. They specialized in rot and decay with a motif of mushrooms. His main goal is to break the mask and gain back all the information lost to him over the past hundred years.

[amorfista]

I have some news to share ^^

A few days ago I had a revelation while at work.

For over 8 years I've been a big fan of the Dark Souls franchise. The first Dark Souls felt to me like a journey; a full-on immersion into an incredibly complex world, marked by disparity: old royalty, splendor, trust, hope, magic, nostalgia, wonder, gold, light... but also decay, dread, betrayal, horrors, darkness, death, monsters, disease, anguish. This game left a deep print on me that hasn't faded. Ever since I played it, fantasy changed in my eyes. Dark Souls I, II and III became a standard, a reference point. Even when I didn't draw as much as I do now, I aspired to one day pay good tribute to the games that meant so much to me! And, of course, I created fan art, but I always felt like I could have given more.

Now. As you probably know I'm also a big Star Wars fan, specifically TCW fan. And a few months ago I watched The Bad Batch for the first time. This show left a print in a very similar way as Dark Souls had before. It fueled my inspiration significantly, motivated me and, most importantly, helped me form friendships that I'm incredibly grateful for ♥. So... the other day, while I listened to some Dark Souls music at work, I thought...

Why not combine my favorite show with my favorite videogame franchise?

So that's it guys. May I present to you:

-The Bad Batch: Dark Souls AU-

That's it! That's my brilliant idea! XD This is going to be a project, a BIG one. So I would like to briefly (i promise i tried) explain how it will affect my content, under the cut: (I'll also drop some older DS artwork at the bottom!)

TLDR: From now on I will focus on TBB DS AU as my main and basically sole project . Even if you didn't play DS, that's okay! I will make it people-who-didn't-play friendly, to ensure everyone enjoys the journey. However, if this isn't for you, it's okay to unfollow <3 -I would say that, since I came to tumblr this early summer, my "signature" drawings are the TBB beach episode ones. I have WIPs for this project but I've been feeling stuck for far too long, so I am going to put it on hold. In fact, I am going to put on hold virtually everything that I was planning on doing, with a few exceptions. This means that I will rarely draw anything outside this AU.

-I am CLOSING commissions. I found that they put a kind of pressure on me that doesn't feel too good, and, honestly, I'm lucky to say that I do not need the money at the moment. I'm still open to requests, though, so don't hesitate to send anything and I'll draw it if I feel like it :) I'll even try to set up a store at some point!

-The project will consist on three journeys, featuring the 6 members of the Bad Batch, and corresponding with the three Dark Souls games. Each of those journeys will, more or less faithfully, follow the events of EACH season of TBB, adapted of course to the universe of Dark Souls, AKA Dark Medieval Fantasy. This means that, until the third season of TBB is released, I won't make any DSIII-related drawings.

-The journeys are adapted to the universe, and thus, will follow the real player journey as faithfully as I can, staying within DS canon and allowing people who have played the games to enjoy my drawings. However,

-THE DRAWINGS WILL BE 100% NON-DS-PLAYER FRIENDLY. I know that my followers are not DS fans but TBB/TCW fans. I am NOT here just to please DS fans. I want TBB fans to enjoy this journey, without having to google meanings or go easter-egg hunt to understand what is happening. I will tell a story and you will only have to enjoy it.

-This is a project for myself. Both DS and TBB mean A LOT to me, and this idea had me vibrating with excitement. I am making this project to PAY TRIBUTE to two things I love. However that does not mean that I will neglect the very people who have motivated me to keep creating. I promise to still deliver my very best with every drawing.

Do not hesitate to unfollow if this isn't for you.

I can understand that some people might follow me only for my wholesome beach episode drawings or for regular, HC TBB content. And that's okay. That's what this announcement is for! To let you know. This community has given me so much and I want to give back. And if you do stay, I can almost 100% assure you that you will enjoy what's to come!! <3 It will be a long but satisfactory journey. I'LL BE POSTING THE FIRST DRAWINGS IN THE UPCOMING DAYS!

OKAY, SORRY FOR THE WALL OF TEXT!!! 😖 Here are some older DS drawings ^^ (jesus I have way more than I thought and these aren't even all of them)

AIGHT. NOW YOU KNOW IT'S SOME SERIOUS SHIT WHEN I SAY I LIKE THESE GAMES.

Anyway. Including a taglist, because I think it would be unfair not to let you guys know about this project in case anyone wants out (or to not be tagged). Send me a DM if that's the case, it's NO PROBLEM!!! I wouldn't want to tag someone who doesn't want this content.

ALSO PLEASE, ANY QUESTIONS YOU MIGHT HAVE, TOSS THEM TO ME! And thank you kindly for making it this far <3

@dukeoftheblackstar @justalittletomato @darthmaulshispanichousewife @botherbother-blog @aftergloom @badolmen @ihaventpickedausername @ohboi @stardustbee @nik-barinova @the-chains-are-the-easy-part @gen-has-green-vibes @ejfivercommander @herbalinz-of-yesteryear @eyecandyeoz @noesqape @lune-de-miel-au-paradis @staycalmandhugaclone @callmesunny04 @freesia-writes @ginnymilling @sunshinesdaydream @sev-on-kamino @cloneloverrrrr @moon-wrecked @idontgetanysleep @tech-aficionado @followthepurrgil @renton6echo @queen-jiru @shoe-bag @eyayah123 @eloquentmoon @and-loth-cat @ladyzirkonia @stardusthuntress @bambambunny @morphofan @gt13tbbart @amalthiaph @cameronirat @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius @anxiouspineapple99

[rjthirsty]

Chapter Eleven (Deceit and Decay)

Words: 3.5k

Tags: Self-Harm, Angst, Abduction

A/N: You can find my previous chapters on my masterlist, or on ao3. For a complete set of tags, please visit ao3.

What if Belle didn't fall in love with the Conqueror Beast? What if his last hope abandoned him, simply because she didn't know he existed? Would his black heart break and crack, or grow as hard as stone? An AU where Chevalier is crowned for Rhodolite, Gilbert lost his last shred of humanity, and MC (Dahlia) is thrust into a nightmare world where deceit and decay are everyday occurrences.

Rhodolite had not been idle during the last five days, though to say that a plan was underway to secure Dahlia’s safe return would also be oversimplifying a very complex set of decisions that may prove to ultimately be fruitless. King Chevalier had his kingdom to consider, and the actions of waging a war for a woman of common birth leading to Obsidian to overtake Rhodolite was likely a future that Gilbert had hoped would come to pass. And that was only one possible outcome. There were countless others that Chevalier could see, and finding the one that Gilbert had predicted would be difficult.

They had been entered into a game of chess without their consent, and now Chevalier had to keep his pieces from eagerly sacrificing themselves. His brothers didn’t have the foresight he did, and most of them could be hasty in their actions. They were more than pawns, they were worthy to carry their royal titles and all of them had something they excelled in. But they were all still far too emotional with a lack of concern for their own wellbeing and what their actions could ultimately lead to for the kingdom they were born to protect.

After the Obsidian Prince departed, his brothers inserted themselves immediately. First it was Clavis who refused to work until Chev confirmed Gilbert was responsible. Informing him did nothing to ease Clavis’ tumultuous emotions and he was the first that Chev had to warn from doing anything rash. He also barely functioned for the rest of the day, neglecting his work in lieu of spreading the information to his other brothers.

And thus, the parade of concerned princes who approached King Chevalier at every hour began. Most were still managing themselves and their designated tasks, but some were more constantly buzzing around as if Chev wasn’t attempting to find a way to bring Dahlia home himself. He hadn’t forgotten her. He wouldn’t give up on her. It was simply pointless to rush into something of this nature, especially with his duty to prolong the life of his kingdom resting on his shoulders.

There were also other issues that needed to be addressed before he could bring Dahlia back. Prince Gilbert had left Chevalier a crucial piece of information referencing ‘gifts’ that he had left for Chev’s coronation. Chev was certain it was meant to be an obstacle to prevent a swift recovery of Dahlia, and while he hated to admit it, it was going to prove to be a hefty project to clean up. If Prince Gilbert was involved, it likely had to do with weaponry, and if it was meant to cause discourse, it would be provided to the Anti-Monarchy Faction - a group that had assembled after Bloodstained Rose Day but hadn’t gained much traction until the last few years.

Most of the citizens that participated in the faction despised royalty, and Chevalier most of all. Clavis often set up ‘parties’ where they would gather and air their grievances, it also proved beneficial to keep an eye on the group in order to prevent them from becoming a problem to the crown. Clavis was all too happy to allow those with a grudge against Chevalier to network and hone their edge aimed at Chev’s throat. As long as Clavis didn’t personally provide support or involve himself in any misguided attacks, he was allowed to do as he pleased. Chev saw his worth even if Clavis did not.

Arranging an event took time, however, and there was no way to hurry that time along. Clavis had set it up, as ordered, but the party wouldn’t be held for another week. In the meantime, Chevalier had the Domestic Affairs Faction scoping out illegal sales and attempting to pinpoint Anti-Monarchy meeting places and warehouses. They were effectively down two members as Yves was not ideal for this sort of work, and Licht was under Yves care, forced into taking a leave of absence. Nokto had his hands full trying to identify smuggling lines from Obsidian, and Clavis was barely maintaining the Foreign Affairs Faction.

On the fourth day of Dahlia’s absence, King Chevalier met with a foreigner who operated a bookstore in Rhodolite. Mr. Akatsuki had no blood relation to Dahlia, however, he had functioned as a father figure to Dahlia since she was a young child. Dahlia’s disappearance wasn’t something that needed to be made public, but it had been brought to Chevalier’s attention several times that Dahlia’s family should be made aware. And so, a summons was sent, and Mr. Akatsuki, who had experience with royalty, princes, and Chevalier many, many years ago, arrived to be given the news.

It went about as well as expected when one is informed their adopted child has been abducted and everyone knew of the culprit but no one was able to do anything about it. In other words, it was a very tiresome meeting. Even with Clavis and Leon in attendance, there was very little anyone could say to assure Mr. Akatsuki that Dahlia would be brought home swiftly. She was not the highest priority at the moment for Rhodolite, and even if she were, Chevalier’s hands were currently tied by the lack of proof more than anything.

While Gilbert had given Chevalier enough to conclude that Dahlia was in Obsidian, he had not expressly stated it. Furthermore, Gilbert’s position as a prince of a neighboring country would offer significant protections for something as small as abduction of a commoner, even if she had been training to be a court minister. She offered no value as a political hostage, either. No one but those who care for her would care that she had been abducted.

Mr. Akatsuki leveled some insults about how useless Rhodolite’s palace full of princes was, driving the dagger deeper in the hearts of all three men and cracking the divide wider between Chevalier and his brothers. They already thought of Chev as heartless, and his steadfastness in handling things above board did nothing to lessen his cold character. Chevalier didn’t refute. He would not be shaken by words, having experienced harsher ones in his past. He could allow others their outbursts and insults and he would continue as he saw best… for Rhodolite.

Their guest stormed out of the meeting, yelling that he would collect his daughter himself. Clavis and Leon traded a look, and Chev understood what the both of them were considering. He knew it would be best to caution with another warning. He knew neither of them were a match for Gilbert’s intellect and strategic planning. He knew that even if both of them crossed into Obsidian, neither would return with Dahlia, and it was likely neither would return at all. He knew what was best. He knew what choice he’d make. But he hesitated.

He missed her.

If his life was so affected by her absence, surely his brothers with more human hearts were fighting something much harder than he was.

“Clavis,” Chev’s words were a rope that twisted around Clavis, tying him in place. “You are required for your gathering.” With that, Clavis was bound and tethered from any other foolish action.

With a faint hope that Leon would manage something impossible, Chevalier kept his eyes on Clavis, purposefully ignoring Leon’s hard stare as his brother tried to puzzle out Chev’s actions. It seemed like Leon was considering his own next move. Of all times for Leon to finally think things through and not act rashly, this was not the moment Chevalier expected nor wanted it to happen. Perhaps Leon was waiting to be shackled as well, for he waited much longer than necessary before he quickly followed after their retreating guest.

Chevalier knew he would live to regret this. This is what happens to kings in love.

Leon caught up to Mr. Akatsuki before he had left the palace proper. Jogging to get in front of the older man, Leon held up his hands placatingly. “Would you hang on for a minute? Give me just a little more of your time. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

The man from Ruby narrowed his eyes at Leon. “Spit it out. But you have two minutes before I walk out of here.”

Leon gave his best charismatic grin. “I won’t need two minutes. Allow me to go with you.”

Mr. Akatsuki remained silent, crossing his arms over his chest but allowing Leon his two minutes (or less, as he claimed). Leon had at least expected him to refute or deny him outright, however, it seemed that he was going to wait to cast his decision.

“Not as a prince of Rhodolite. You know I love your daughter, right? Dahlia means more to me than anything, even my title. I would do anything to protect her– and I was willing to fight everyone inside the palace the night she was taken from me– from us.” Leon swallowed hard, fighting the anger, frustration, and pain that came with this confession. But he knew that in order to convince Mr. Akatsuki, he needed to be honest. He had to lay his feelings bare.

“I get it– not to the same degree. I didn’t raise her. I have only spent a year by her side. But, please, if there’s even a chance I can get her back, I want to take it. I want to bring her home. I want to keep her safe.” Leon paused, waiting for some sort of sign from Mr. Akatsuki. The elder man pursed his lips and frowned, eyeing Leon.

“Will you take me with you? That's all I’m asking.” He kept his amber eyes locked on Mr. Akatsuki, showing his determination and his sincerity.

“You’ll need a change of clothes,” Mr. Akatsuki stated pointedly before he looked away towards the grand entrance, the main gate, and beyond to where Obsidian laid far, far away. “Dress for colder weather. Bring enough for a few weeks. Come to my shop before sunrise tomorrow.”

Leon clapped a heavy hand on Mr. Akatsuki’s shoulder, wanting to hug the man he had only met a handful of times, but restraining himself. “Thank you.” He met Mr. Akatsuki’s eyes once again to show how meaningful his approval was to him, then jogged off through the palace to set about gathering enough clothes for his trip.

He knew he couldn’t tell anyone he was leaving or else he’d be facing other obstacles outside of Chevalier. Sariel would surely find some way to tie him down, and Jin might just lock him in a cell to keep him from making a stupid mistake - like attempting to rescue his girlfriend from a foreign nation. Yves would tell everyone, and Licht would beg to come with him. It was a little ridiculous that Chevalier was the one who allowed him the opportunity to pursue his own choice. It really wasn’t like him.

Finishing his work for the rest of the day like nothing was wrong was easy enough. Leon felt no shame in his choice, and despite knowing he was lying to Jin and would be saddling everything with him come tomorrow, it wasn’t the first time he had kept things from his brothers and it wasn’t likely going to be the last.

The sun set on Rhodolite in blazing reds and oranges. The stars appeared in the sky, shining brightly, only dwarfed by the silver moon.

Clavis sat in his room on the sofa he slept on clutching at his chest. He hadn’t felt like this since he was a young child. It hadn’t hurt this badly since that day so many years ago when it rained and he began to hate the smell of wet roses. He hadn’t tinkered or created anything in days. He hadn’t dug a pitfall or planted any traps since before Chev’s coronation. Instead he sat in the darkness of his cluttered room, barely able to drag himself through the motions of his work. Even Chevalier had been giving him less errands to run. He was truly worthless, Clavis thought to himself.

Jin drank alone in the large sitting room. Drinking with company was always better than none, but company sounded like it’d be more trouble than it was worth tonight. Glass after glass, he tipped the liquor back, trying to rid himself of the worry that held fast to his thoughts. He was more perceptive than most people, he saw how his brothers were all hiding their dark thoughts of Dahlia being gone and never returning. Knowing she was in Obsidian did nothing to rid them of anxieties, because there was no way to easily retrieve her. His reach wasn’t that far. Not even Sariel could manage that.

Licht dragged the knife across his skin. The familiar burn of his flesh slicing and blood rushing to the wound seemed to be the only sensation he could feel beyond the numbness. He kept a blank face as he watched the dark red seep from inside him to fill the void he had made. The pain was nothing. Inconsequential. Perhaps he’d cut deeper tonight. Perhaps he’d add a new scar on top of old ones lined up in their rows. What did it matter anyways? No one would care if he took care of himself any longer.

Chevalier sat in the wooden chair positioned on one side of the chess board that decorated his room. None of the pieces had been moved, and there was no partner for Chev to play against. However, that didn’t stop him from moving pieces in his head. As he ran through strategies and tactics of every book he had ever read, he fought himself in a battle of wits on the chess board in his mind. He purposely busied himself so as to not put a stop to Leon’s misguided rescue attempt. If he gave himself enough time to reconsider his negligence in caging Leon, he knew he’d succumb to the logic and reasonable decision to keep him in Rhodolite.

Nokto stared into the darkness of the night, leaning against the window in his room. The roses several stories below were colored so dark, it looked like they had all been painted black. The dark circles under his eyes mirrored the deep shade of the flowers. He hadn’t been sleeping well. He never slept well without someone next to him. It had only been four days since she was taken, but those four days continued to stretch from evening to morning to another sleepless night to putting on another mask for the day. How was the world colored so plainly without her here?

Before the sun had risen, when the staff was waking to start their morning shifts, Leon discretely left the castle full of lonely beasts to meet with a foreigner who owned a bookstore. He walked the whole way on foot, not wanting to leave a palace horse as evidence for Sariel or Jin to find where he had gone. When he arrived at the bookstore that Dahlia had once worked at, he found a small but sturdy covered wagon hitched and Mr. Akatsuki had already loaded books and other supplies into it.

“You’re one of those that shows up right when you ought to and not a moment sooner.” Mr. Akatsuki eyed Leon and glanced at the thinning shadows on the horizon.

“That’s what a hero does, and Dahlia believes I’m one.” Leon grinned, tossing his clothing into the wagon and hopping onboard.

“Wouldn’t have hurt to get out of here before first light. It’s a long trip to Obsidian Castle.” The older man climbed onto the driver’s bench, collecting the reins for the harnessed horses.

“And you’ve got a way through, right? We’re not going to have to sneak across the border, are we? I don’t think this wagon will make it if we did.” Leon chuckled, ribbing the old man who seemed perpetually grumpy.

“I’ve got a way. You’re my apprentice, understand? Training to pick up the store once I give up traveling. You look young enough to pass for it.” Mr. Akatsuki gave the signal to the horses and the wagon began its bumpy journey through the streets of Rhodolite’s capital.

“Does that mean I call you Master?”

Mr. Akatsuki huffed, cutting a glance to Leon. “Mr. Akatsuki.”

“Alright, Mr. Akatsuki it is.” Leon watched Mr. Akatsuki for several minutes in silence, trying to come up with something to express his gratitude for allowing him to come along. But every time he grasped for a word or a sentiment that might come close, it didn’t feel like enough. There were no words to say how much this meant to him. So he said the only thing that he could manage, a sincere and firm “Thank you.”

It was several hours after the sun had taken its spot in the sky, slowly traversing over Rhodolite Castle when Jin poked his head inside the Foreign Affairs office. He had been running throughout the palace in search of Leon, unable to find the head of the Domestic Affairs Faction. Meanwhile, he was also picking up the slack for every other member who was missing, and now Leon hadn’t shown.

Clavis was sitting at the single desk, head down as if reading paperwork, but he sat there staring at the same page for far longer than would have been needed. Jin’s eyebrows knitted together and he frowned, watching Clavis who hadn’t even heard him come in. In an attempt to make himself known, he rapped loudly on the door he had already opened, startling Clavis from his inner thoughts.

“Hey, Clavis, is everyone else out?” Jin shoved his hands in his pockets and lazily strolled into the empty office.

“Oh, you know how it is. We’re not much for working together. Nokto is probably still sleeping, and Chev is handling kingly duties.” Clavis smiled the same smile he always had.

“And Luke?” Jin asked as he peeked out a window, attempting to keep the conversation casual.

“Who can say? Ahaha. He has never volunteered to show up to work.” Clavis shuffled the papers on his desk, the dark circles under his eyes giving away how many restless nights he had been experiencing.

“He’s still not interested in being a prince, it’s gotta be hard for him.” Jin agreed, circling back towards the door from the far end of the room. “Speaking of hard work, have you seen Leon? I’m swamped in Domestic Affairs all by myself. With Yves and Licht out of commission, it’s just me and Leon.”

Clavis paused in his organizing of his paperwork and looked up at Jin. Something about the way his smile fell and his eyes blinked wide for a moment didn’t sit right with Jin. Clavis slapped his mask back on and was smiling like he always did, his hands folding together on top of his desk. “Ah, I see. Of course he wouldn’t have told you. Chev all but gave him permission to force his way into Obsidian and gallantly bring our dear Dahlia back.”

“That’s not funny, Clavis.” Jin stopped moving, his feet frozen to the floor.

“I’m not laughing.” Clavis clenched his hands together tighter, squeezing his own emotions down, his white knuckles safely hidden under his gloves. “And I’m not lying.”

Jin sprang into a run and darted out of the room. He had to find Chevalier to verify where Leon had gone– No, he had to find Sariel to stop Leon from crossing the border. Shit. This was bad. This was really, really bad.

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I MADE A LIST OF WH AU'S all found on Tumblr or tiktok

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Muppets Au- somethingsomething-bear 3/16

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[gay-flyboys]

It Sure Is A Wednesday

uhhh hey guysssssss I haven't been writing much bc I'm working and in school and spoilers! those take time. but. @rockyroadkylers has tagged me in a Sunday and Wednesday post, so. have this long bit of dialogue from the Celestial au that I wrote vaguely like a script and haven't filled in ft Henry and Philip's angtsy dynamic in this fic

“No? Henry, you sound like a madman. And you’re calling me, of all people. Now, I understand that you may be under pressure from Gran, but we were both there. We know–” “You weren’t there!” “I’m sorry?” “You weren’t there, when he went. You were never fucking there, Philip. You were away, every single time. We had to call you in, summon you. We thought our father was dying, and you couldn’t manage to step away from the bloody military for a month. You are royalty, Philip. And he was publicly ill. I think they would have understood.” “There were so many false alarms–” “He was visibly worse, Philip! Which you wouldn’t know, because you never showed up! He just started decaying, and you couldn’t manage to be there on fucking time!” “He had cancer! We never knew his timeline! I was halfway across the world, Henry. I couldn’t just show up on a whim.” (pause. Voice broken.) “Don’t you think it haunts me, too? Don’t you think I wish I was there? I see how Mum looks at me, when she decides to leave her room.”

Not tagging anyone bc it is A Day and idk who's actually writing these days flkjadshkj but open tag if anyone wants to participate

[moonshine999]

Alysmond : Hades and Persephone AU

Prince Aemond grew up amongst luxury and all the pleasures of life at his disposal. But being into royalty wasn’t enough for his ambition. He was a Prince? He wanted to be king. He was mocked for not having a dragon? He needed to claim the largest one alive. He was brilliant at wielding the sword, philosophy and history? He wanted to be the best. The one eyed never seemed to be happy with the brightness around him. “It won’t last forever so why not make the best of it?” Ser Criston always told him during their training. It was his want for more that kept him from doing so.

When the young Prince was made to send a message to the Riverlands, he flew there himself. Somehow he managed to stumble into a goddess’s den and was enchanted, a bit disgusted but whatever. 

Alys Rivers grew up with nothing. A bastard of house Strong and nothing more. But she cemented herself as a danger. “A witch who bathes in blood to keep herself young”, “go near her den and you’ll be tortured before you die a painfully slow death”, “she practices magic of the darkest kind, stay away”. 

She wasn’t used to visitors, let alone princes who were way too cocky for their own good quickly making himself at home. 

(side note : this is still very much rooted in canon and is sort of canon divergence but like a full on Greek gods AU sounds really fun as well)

Concepts 

For the aesthetic :

Aemond with braids and decaying flowers in his hair

Alys wearing a crown of bones 

Them sharing a pomegranate

Aemond in a flowy mesh shirt

The handle of his sword being designed with various flowers and vines imagery 

Alys in a long dark cloak embellished with gold 

Her slowly strumming her fingers on a skull 

Them covered in blood (I’m not crazy, I promise)

Alys untying his corset 

Aemond having dark blood lipstick stains near his mouth, on his jaw and neck

For the “plot” :

Criston and Alicent filling in the role of Demeter and frantically writing letters to Aemond to come back home

Them killing every Strong and Harrenhal becoming their underworld

Alys “petting” Vhagar as though the dragon is a three headed puppy

Them vowing they’ll burn anything and anyone for each other 

Them bonding over their ambition 

[rainbowrosegames]

John Graçol: "LIAN NOOO!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭"

Ellen Graçol, thinking: "Well, guess I'm the heir now"

The whole court sees it. The princess is cruel, vicious, and it will be a dark age for the land when she takes the throne. Alas, the law is clear that she is heir. But should a dragon take her, as dragons are want to do, and if you find the stupidest “hero” for the rescue mission…

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

I genuinely love the term brainrot. like yes!! my love for this media IS composting my electric meat into acceptable nutrition for various mycelia and other detrivores! The earthworms of my brain are my blorbos from the shows and their work is vital to the ecosystem! god bless

[97-liners]

97-liners masterlist

for nct/wayv fic, go to @naptaemed [m] = mature, dni if you’re under 18 years old international age [gn] = gender neutral reader character

junk drawer (one-shots under 2k in length that didn’t make it to the main masterlist) 97.writings (all my fic stuff, including answered asks) 97.recs (fic recs)

s.coups 🍒

hello tutorial

in which you’re trying to deal with your crush on seungcheol in a normal way, but the meddling kids are making it harder than it needs to be. (or: five times the underclassmen try to get you and seungcheol together, and the one time it works.)

words: 7.3k | college au, frat au | fluff, comedy, romance

jeonghan 😇

fall back down to earth with you

in which your manager, jeonghan, thinks it’ll be good publicity for you to date hollywood actor and notable heartthrob, joshua hong

words: 9.5k | fake dating au but subverted, celebrity au | fluff, comedy, romance

hoshi 🐯

untitled pwp [m]

in which your best friend is convinced he can make you squirt because he read an article about it once

words: 2k

wonwoo 😼

knock on your door [gn]

in which wonwoo is shy and awkward and you’re a mess. or: mingyu persuades you to trade apartments for a week. he doesn’t tell you that his roommate, wonwoo, is hot.

words: 3.1k | college au | fluff

a 1.2k little companion piece/sequel here! this fic is NOT gender neutral, however. 

and another little 1.3k fic set in the same universe but takes place years later

untitled

in which you’re the crown princess and you have suitors lining up for you left and right, and wonwoo is your royal advisor who doesn’t approve of a single one.

words: 9.5k | royalty au, childhood friends to lovers, fantasy | fluff, comedy, romance

out of the frying pan and into your heart

in which y/n is oblivious, and everything could have been resolved with some proper communication

words: 9.3k | college au, childhood friends to lovers | fluff, comedy, rom com

woozi 🍚

just us and the moon (till the sun starts waking) [m]

in which there’s two things you knew when you were entering this arrangement: one, jihoon doesn’t like relationships. two, you’re a damn fucking fool for lee jihoon.

words: 10k | friends with benefits, college au | smut, fluff, angst, romance

the8 🐸

again, again, again, again, again [gn]

in which minghao walks, and he remembers.

words: 1.7k | angst

mingyu 🐶

sugar and you [gn]

in which mingyu is an idealistic pastry chef, and you’re a cynical wedding planner who doesn’t believe in love.

words: 4.5k | fluff, just really sweet (hah) fluff, one-sided enemies to lovers (?)

dokyeom ⚔

house that eats and pleads and kills [m]

there’s a ghost that lives in your house.

words: 3.4k | smut, horror | warnings for sexually explicit content, gore, decay/rot, grief, vomit, blood, major character death, body horror

[yanderealm]

COPY & PASTE REQUEST FORM WHILE REQUESTING!

IN THE DARK YOU DIE ⫶ random horror oneshots

ANTIFRAGILE ⫶ oc x reader ( oneshot/ hc )

JINNSLAMMER ⫶ bungou stray dogs ( oneshot/hc )

A PEARL ⫶ genshin & honkai ( oneshot/hc )

THE EATERS OF THE SUN ⫶ honkai star rail ( oneshot/hc )

NIFELHEIM ⫶ record of ragnarok ( oneshot/ hc )

YOUR VAMPIRE S/O ⫶ gi & hi3 & hsr

WHORE SERIES ⫶ royalty au, genshin/honkai 3rd/star rail, bungou stray dogs & record of ragnarok

WALKING OVER MY GRAVE SERIES ⫶ genshin/honkai 3rd/star rail, bungou stray dogs & record of ragnarok

LULLABY FOR THE UNDEAD SERIES ⫶ decay of angels x reader

EVERYWHERE IS SOME WHERE SERIES !

BODY WORSHIP ⫶ blade ( hsr )

ONE SIDED LOVE ⫶ kafka ( hsr )

A, B, C, F, N & X ⫶ blade ( hsr / yandere )

I, N, S, R & F ⫶ vampire! blade ( hsr / nsfw )

I, L & M ⫶ apollo ( ror / sfw )

[rainbowrosegames]

Maybe one day FKAU(Fresh Kingdom AU) will be smth like this but currently I'm working on school and an original work/novel?? called Decaying Royalty. Sorry for my absence, sincerely Rainbow/ @ask-king-fresh !!

crying loudly tears streaming down my face into a puddle i am lying in snot dripping out of my nose and beady little eyes shaky with tears

I MISS COMIC DUBS!!! I MISS ASK BLOGS!!!! I MISS THOSE STUPID ASK BLOGS THAT SOMEHOW GO FROM HAHA SILLY TO SERIOUS PLOT!!!! I MISS COMIC DUB MOVIES THAT YOU HAVE TO PREPARE TO WATCH LIKE A MOVIE NIGHT!!!!! I MISS DUBS THAT FOCUSED ON CANON UNDERTALE!!!!! I MISS CRINGE MISCHARACTERIZATION!!!! I MISS CHARA AND FRISK ALSO I REALLY FUCKING MISS THEM THEYRE MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS. NOBODG EVER TALKS ABOUT THEM TO ME. LIKE HELLO. COME ON.

im gonna rewatch handplates tonight