#if so then it’s like… medival au

[veggieharumaki]

“You were not meant to rule, my boy. You were meant to conquer.”

experimenting with light at night with this one- fun times

[betweenblackberrybranches]

Art that's like???? Midevil???? Like i could find it in an old building long abandoned. It's also very like, homey and comfortable looking. Like if I stepped into your art nothing bad would happen

💕💕yeee you get all the soft and comfortable art!

I often try for an artstyle that reminds me of the small black and white illustrations in childrens books, very comfy and nostalgic

[melodythebunny]

"You're ca..car….car. .."

As he struggled to recall who she was, she stepped closer into the light. Still keeping her distance, despite him seeming more afraid of her and she was of him.

"You're THAT cat!" He blurts out.

"Yes i am…" her hands still holding the crown. Strangely she thought he was going to say something else....but what?

Medieval au by @ninjastormhawkkat , @drtwobrainsstuff , @liloskull343 . @spaaceeboyy. And i :333

Took me 2 hours to finish...why bc i am not using the fill tool. Helps give it a painted effecf almost 👉👈

[lidoshka]

Medieval Zosan AU... of a sort

So there's this beautiful series titled "Medival Zosan AU" by @hazel-athena and I loved it!

...only I suspect the author was actually talking about "medieval Europe aesthetic" when they wrote their fic and not...well... whatever my brain came up with.

Anyway! have some sketches of my "medieval au fashion except it's anything BUT medieval europe"

And look, my brain did take a weird turn there, but it WORKS.

You can really read that fic and add whatever landscape you want: medieval mongolia? works. Medieval japan? piece of cake. Idia in the 9th century? sure, why not... and it will work, cause that story is very versatile!

Some other ideas I got while reading it:

I feel Shimotsuki's color is green so maybe the offical garbs for all palace workers (Nami and Usopp included) are green?

...then again brown is an easier color to dye for the general population (and maybe for kitchen staff too!)

I would love for Sanji to have black boots, but I seem to remember black dye ix very difficult to make and thus kinda expensive, so maybe he does have black boots but a regular cook's uniform would have some other color....mmh probably not even boots, just simpel shoes.

...not sandals tho, I imagine the weather in that country leans towards "cold"

anyway, if you're new in the fandom like me and you like Zosan I recommend this series! is really cool! ;D

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May 5 2024

[rainpelt25]

Okay so what if I told you I did a really silly thing and made a Star Trek tos medival fantasy AU.......

More info under the cut smirk

OKAY SOOOO 😍 basically I had this image of kirk in a suit of armor but that kind of half armor where the other half is a dress and thag kinda spawned everything else

The AU doesn't exactly stick to the typical medival fantasy world, I had an idea about vulcan/elves and humans not coexisting very well. And vulcans can do the typical magic spells so humans have to make manmade magic (ie. That big thing on scottys back and all of mcoy and chapels potions)

ANZYWAY here are some facts about them in the order they are presenteddd bc ik it's kind of a random set to start with lol I'll post more later

Kirk-

A knight from a kingdom (starfleet) that worships stars (?) Hes a captain and got separated from his troops. He looks a little grumpy in the image hes very sweet very himbo I was just concentrating on his outfit drawing that so I didn't think of the pose lol. Also! The way I og imagined him was with those two painted on dots, it could be a religious thing from the kingdom or something idk but I just rlly wanted them to stick so yeah!!

Scotty-

A blacksmith and all around inventor!! He specializes in man made magic, something very powerful and dangerous in the wrong hands but he just finds it useful to power his machines while he's on the go :) so of course he just pretty much PERFECTS IT IMMEDIETLY because he's scotty!! This probably got him attention from the wrong crowd and his moving from place to place life style becomes more of a on-the-run thing. Oops!

Mccoy-

OK I KNOW THIS IS A LITTLE WIERD IN A FANTASY but this was around the time I was leaning more medival than fantasy (because I love history) and was thinking- what did medival doctors do? Medival times was kind of the plague era.....riiiiighhttt..?? Anywaayy there's some magical plague going around in the background probably more near where Chapel and Mccoy are from. He travels the lands in search for people to help! He specializes in potions- thought not his favorite medicine but the only thing that can combat the sickness. He's just a very tired old man that wants to help people <3

Chapel-

OK SO UM THIS ONES VERY MEDIVAL BUT WHATEVER WERE ALREADY DOING IT!! Chapel lived in the same area as Mccoy, living as a nun (secrets out I don't care about history I just love nuns) Among the many nun things her favorite was helping the local doctor out as a nurse. She grew very knowledgeable about medicine, and with her previous knowledge of magic as a nun they both came up with a (sort of) cure to the plague. But oops! Blasfamy! As the church decided the plague was actually an act of God! So with the help from the doctor they both ran away, searching for people that needed (more like wanted) their help!

It's a little wierd but I hope atleast somone found this intresting!! It's all I could think about for days lol😭 if anyone wants to talk about it or just their own ST AUs I would be SO open for that PLS

[xamaxenta]

New baboace au dropped

Sabos a performer for like medival times a knight with a white horse and he’s Luffy’s favourite so ofc they go bc Luffy loves the vibe anyway

Ace best big brother legal guardian who isnt Luffys dad unfortunately is Sabo’s favourite customer

Ace cant resist the knight rizz

Anyway bad boy coded Ace getting rizzed up by some dork on a white horse in shining armour

[hesbuckcompton-baby]

Yes please writte this historical Au cause you'r writing is already amazing but medival enemys to lovers for Susie and Demarco would be a real gift to us .Lots of Love and a Happy week to you

Thank you so much anon - and extra thanks to everyone else who's messaged me about this AU! <3 hope you enjoy!!

@xxluckystrike @p-polaroid

wars of the roses au -> susie lamb x bernard demarco

The carriage swayed uncomfortably from side to side against the uneven road below, the only sound the constant rattle of wheels and braying of horses as the boy and his father approached their destination. Bernard DeMarco slouched in his seat, staring back at the elder man across from him, a sour frown contorting his expression.

"Stop sulking like a child and sit up straight," His father snapped, tearing his unimpressed gaze away from the window. "It's bad enough we have to grovel to these people, do not arrive looking a fool."

Bernard rolled his eyes. "I still do not understand this. My brothers married Ladies - you are an Earl. And who is she? Her father had no title - her brother may be a Baron now, but he was not born one. Why have I had to fall so far?"

"Your brothers may have married Ladies, but their families are now outcasts from the court of our new King Henry. We need influence and new alliances, and her sisters have married well - this will connect us to the right people, son."

Suppressing a sigh, he leant sideways against the inside of the carriage, staring out at the red-brick chimney pots and they pulled into the courtyard of the Lamb family's home, the walls encircling him like a prison. As the carriage rolled to a halt, he and his father stepped outside, the fresh country air a balm after so many hours inside the wooden box. At the door, an older woman awaited, closer in age to his father, skin pinched at the corners of her eyes, dark hair pulled tightly back beneath her cap. "Welcome, my Lord. My son is waiting for you inside."

Watching as his father fell in step with the woman - whom he assumed would soon be his own mother once this business was over - Bernard trailed closely behind, taking in his surroundings as they filed through the corridors towards the house's main hall. The place was plainer than he was used to, although not entirely without its charm. As they crossed the entryway, a girl appeared at the top of the stairs, staring down at them, warm brown curls framing her face, a pink flush tinting her cheeks as she sent him a sweet smile. Although not the most handsome girl he had seen, she was certainly pleasant.

"Father?" He called as Mrs Lamb disappeared in search of her children. "Who's that, up there?"

Following his gaze, his father nodded. "Eleanor. The youngest sister."

He was sure his disappointment was visible. "Can't I marry that one instead? She seems agreeable."

"Hm, the King thought so too. Which is why she is already betrothed to the Earl of Leicester's son."

"So I am truly to take the scraps?"

"Unfortunately," A voice echoed from the other end of the hall. Bernard and his father turned simultaneously, peering at the woman as she approached, loose, auburn locks bouncing over her shoulders with each movement, footsteps echoing against the polished wooden floor. She eyed him closely, with the scrutiny of a fox assessing its prey, and he felt sweat begin to bead at his brow.

"Ah! Susannah!" Her mother exclaimed, a younger man at her shoulder as she returned, his gaze skittish, never meeting the eye. But there was a distinct resemblance between the two, and he found himself suppressing a snort as he realised the man must have been the Baron. "Wonderful. My Lord, if we may talk in the drawing room? We can leave these two to make their introductions."

In that moment, Bernard wanted nothing less than to be left alone with this woman. Nevertheless, his father had soon vanished, and the pair stood silently at the base of the stairs as he tried not to flinch under her gaze, so penetrating it was as if she could see straight through his clothes and flesh all the way to his very bones. Eleanor let out a giggle from upstairs, and soon she too was gone.

"So," Susannah Lamb began. "You truly are desperate."

A prick of indignation stabbed at his chest, pushing his shoulders back to tower above her even more than he already did. Her lips were pursed in a thin smirk as she waited for his reply, and he realised that - as irritable as her expression was - her face was far from unappealing to him. If anything, at least their children might appear personable.

"Madam, I am doing you a favour with this match," He grimaced.

"Oh, certainly. But it humiliates you to do it - to marry so below your birthright, all because your father chose the wrong side."

"It's surely telling that no one on your own side would take you as a wife - although I can't confess to being surprised."

At this, she began to laugh, and Bernard bit at the inside of his cheek so hard that he almost drew blood. He certainly hadn't intended for such a reaction, and worse still was the melodious warmth with which she did it. It was a laugh that, in itself, he could have surely come to love. That it came from Susannah was... confusing.

With a final dry chuckle, she finally spoke. "Well, you have confirmed my every expectation, Sir." Susannah nodded, still smiling.

He scoffed. "And you're pleased by that?"

"Oh absolutely. If you'd been agreeable I would've found you so much harder to dislike."

"You're very resolved to dislike me, aren't you?"

"Well, it certainly makes my life easier," She shrugged, her skirts rustling as she turned on her heel and began to walk away, the rhythmic drum of footsteps parting the tense quiet. Bernard watched on for a moment before letting out an irritated huff as he began to pursue. Up ahead, her dress swayed side to side with each step, all at once infuriating and disgustingly hypnotic.

"In what way?" He yelled.

"There's no expectation that I see you beyond what is strictly necessary," Susannah called over her shoulder, the sunlight through a passing window casting shadows across her profile. She had just made it around the next corner when he caught up, seizing her wrist and tugging her to a halt. Expression contorted in distaste, she yanked her arm sharply from his grip, yet made no effort to flee. "Until the very moment we are wed, you do not touch me."

"Do you truly think I want to marry you?" He sneered.

"Do you truly think I care what you want?" She shot back, mimicking his own tone in a way that made his blood boil.

"My brothers wed Ladies-"

"And I'm sure they were very pleased with themselves at the time."

With his jaw clenched so tightly he feared his teeth may shatter, Bernard searched desperately for some scrap of wit he could hurl back in her face, only for his mind to come up devastatingly empty. It wasn't until the pair had fallen silent that he realised quite how close they'd become. With each insult, they had inched forward to better spit their venom, but all it seemed to mean now was that there was barely a gap between them, their breath fanning each other's cheeks, heads tilted towards one another, lips mere inches apart. Susannah's expression was cold, unyielding, and it seemed to take her a moment to realise this herself. Suddenly clearing her throat, she took a decisive step back, and the air around him seemed to clear, suddenly absent of warmth.

"Bernard!" His father's voice echoed from somewhere back down the hall.

"Off you go," She whispered, that ever-present tone of mockery still lining her voice. "He's tugging your leash, pup."

Taking a step back towards his father, Bernard took one last scornful glance at the woman, a beam of sunlight streaking through the window and lighting her hair a fiery orange.

"Milady," He bit, turning his back on her as he returned to his father, who stood waiting for him at the base of the stairs, brow raised in question. At the sight of his son's dour frown, he nodded, seemingly entirely unsurprised.

Susannah's mother uttered her thanks, and they were out the door almost as swiftly as they had come, the gravel in the courtyard crunching noisily beneath their feet as they returned to their carriage. Swinging the door open, Bernard's father climbed in first, looking back at his son once he'd taken his seat.

"So? What do you think of her, then?"

Turning his head, he took one last look at the house. Movement in one of the upstairs windows caught his eye, and he glanced up as Susannah took a seat upon the sill, attention so captured by the book in her hands that she never spared a glance for the man who was to be her husband. When peaceful, she appeared an entirely different woman. With a huff, he clambered inside, sitting down opposite his father.

"I think we'll make each other miserable."

[aniimoni]

Your feral au!!

1) What is the role of the lamb here? From what I can... gather, it seems like they keep getting reincarnated to be sacrificed. Am I right on that yes or no?

2) Theres people in your au, seemingly!! Do humans know of the gods?

3) How old are the gods? Is it an "ancient divine being reduced to a smaller form because of lack of belief" situation, or is there something else going on?

4) What period of human history would you say the au takes place akin to? Such as it being something akin to our modern day, or something akin to our mideval ages?

5) Are there any real legends and stories that inspired the au?

THANK YOU FOR ASKING AHH

I will be including screenshots from my google doc

1) Yes, the Ram was raised to soley be a sacrifice, more here ⬇️

2) Yes, humans exist! They fill in the role heretics would usually play. They carry out sacrifices in their names, worship them, they can also become witnesses, etc etc

3) The gods are very old. They have eldrich forms, but they choose to keep these seemingly “normal” ones in order to interact with their followers better. Also to be nosey. More here ⬇️

4) I would say it’s more akin to medival ages, maybe even older. I still have this left to decide.

5) This AU was inspired by the religious imagery of the lamb/ram in religion! I’m always seeing paintings of them, so I was like “haha what if this was an au” and lo and behold: first comic.

[crow-aeris]

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This is my submission (?) for 2024 Mermay! featuring Superbat subtext, selkie!jason, siren!tim, and mer!dick. it’s medival adjacent, but isn’t too historically accurate (but neither are mermaids, sirens, or selkies). most of the substance is on ao3 tbf, and it’s mostly a flood of links on tumblr

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[sailorshadzter]

Jonsa Abelard and Heloise AU (basically a teacher AU set in medival times)

not gonna lie

this just gave me an excuse to write somethign spicy lol

so thanks anon & sorry this has been in my inbox so very long!!!

send me prompts

The princess is beautiful.

Jon has tutored many noble born girls and boys alike, but never before a young woman nearly grown. In truth, she doesn’t seem to be all that much younger than he is, save a year or two. But there she sits at the table in the solar, with wide blue eyes the color of the sky when it’s just rained and long red hair that she wears loose, a few braids pinned into place to give her a windswept look that steals the breath from his lungs. “Princess,” he finally greets when he finds his voice, offering her a quick bow as a smile curves upon her lips.

“You must be Jon,” she replies with a Northern accent he’s only heard a few times before. It’s not everyday that a Stark comes South, after all. She’s come to seal a marriage treaty between the newly independent North and South, the former King Robert having betrothed his son and heir Joffrey to her before his death. In an effort to secure peace for the kingdoms, the betrothal was confirmed by both the King in the North, her brother, and the newly crowned Jofffey. Jon has grown up alongside Joffrey all of these years, bastard born as he was, a ward of Robert Baratheon from the hands of Rhaegar Targaryen himself. Jon knows well enough that the only reason he’s even alive today is because of the love Robert Baratheon bore both Ned Stark, his uncle, and Lyanna, his mother. They were cousins, in truth, he and this princess. Proving himself from a young age to be intellectual, in both battle and academics, he was put into Joffrey’s household, likely in hopes to make a man out of his heir… But, as most people have learned, there’s no changing Joffrey. Now that they’ve both grown, Jon has become the palace teacher, his usual students the young Prince Tommen and Princess Mrycella, along with a handful of other noble’s children. 

And that was how he found himself where he was now, to tutor the newly arrived Princess of the North, Sansa Stark. He’s been told her education in the North was typical of any noble born girl, but the crown wishes to see for themselves, he assumes to ensure that she’s been as well bred as they claim her to be. “Aye, I am, my lady,” he says, approaching the table to set down the load of books he carries. “They say I am to be your teacher.”

Again she smiles, tilting her head so that her hair cascades across a shoulder. “So I’ve heard,” she replies, though if anyone asked for her opinion, there was little education this man could give her. Anyone that knew her knew she was a lady from three, a perfected curtsy before her fourth nameday could even come to pass. Her courtly manners were above reproach, far superior to even the most senior noble women of this court. Beyond that, her father had believed in education, even for his daughters, and so she had attended all the same lessons as Robb, excelling in all of them beyond even her older brother. “I hope to learn from you, ser.” She says sweetly, knowing better than to dare make a move against anyone in her husband-to-be’s circle. She’s known Joffrey all of a fortnight but she already knows well what she’s up against. 

It’s Jon’s turn to smile as he sinks down across from her, opening the top book.

And so their lessons will begin. 

[ x x x ]

Her breath comes in short, soft gasps, the feel of her grasping hands sending waves of pleasure rushing through him.

Jon can’t really say when this happened, but sometime after her marriage to the King took place, their lessons became anything but lessons. In truth, as he looks down at her, with her powder blue skirts up around her hips, head thrown back so her hair falls down her back, he can’t help but to laugh. Hearing him, she looks up, a perfectly sculpted brow arching with a silent question. “I just wonder who taught you to be so wonton,” he whispers as he leans over her, kissing her, cherishing the taste of her lips against his. He hates to think that she must share a bed with the tyrant King Joffrey, who certainly does not treat her as she deserves to be treated. Not in any sense. 

“Why, I imagine it was you,” she replies breathlessly as he runs a hand across the swell of her breasts, the neck of her gown pulled low to give him access. His other hand is sweeping lower, down past her hips which he cannot even find beneath the folds of her gown, instead to slip between the warmth of her inner thighs. They are in the very same solar they’ve spent many days within, the very same one they met in so many months ago; anyone could walk in and find their queen in such a state- perhaps that’s what made this all the more thrilling. “I believe it to be all you’ve taught me since we met,” she giggles, but a moan follows as he brushes his fingertips along her most sensitive of places. 

“Surely I’ve taught you something else,” he quips back, raising his own brow back at her, a grin on his lips. 

As her hands reach for the laces of his breeches, she’s peering up at him from beneath her lashes, weakening his knees with her lustful gaze. Her lips, swollen from his kisses, are twisting into a mischievous smile as she takes him into her palm. “There’s this,” she reminds him as she begins to move her hand in a way that has him throwing his head back instead, the sound of her given name falling from his lips more like a groan than speech. She loves to hear him say her name more than anything else. Especially like this. 

“That can’t be all,” he gasps when he’s so close to the edge that he must pull away, if only to position himself between her legs. When he’s inside of her, she’s softly crying out, hands in his hair, legs anchoring themselves around his hips, keeping him close. “I don’t remember this lesson,” he says, voice husky, gaze smoldering as he looks down at her, the roll of her hips against his a new move she’s never done before, but it’s one that has him breathless. 

A sly smile perches itself upon her lips, blue eyes dark. “Self taught,” she replies with a laugh and Jon cannot help but to think of her, alone in her chamber, thinking of him while she thinks of new ways to please him. That alone nearly undos him. “Jon!” She must sink her teeth into his shoulder to keep from crying too loudly as he increases his movements, every fluid movement sending shockwaves through her body. How he can do this to her, she’ll never understand, but she hopes it never will end. 

But, as always, it does come to an end, leaving them both panting, grinning, hands tangled together between them as he helps her to straighten her skirts. “I fear you’ve learned nothing,” he says when she’s standing on her own two feet, hands in her hair, pinning pieces back together, hoping it will look as it did when she left her rooms that morning. Her grin is his trophy and he leans in, slinging his arms around her hips so he can draw her in close. “Your lessons will simply have to continue.” 

“I apologize for being such an unfitting student,” she says, tilting her head back so his lips can find hers in a long, sweet kiss, one quite unlike all of the others they’ve been sharing this past hour. “I did try to warn you I was a slow learner.” He laughs, because she’s anything but, he tips his forehead against hers, breathing her in, realizing right then that what he felt for her went beyond what he’s ever felt for a woman in all of his life. “Perhaps we even must meet more often… So the lessons really… Sink in.” Her words bring a chuckle to his lips and he gives her a tender squeeze.

“I think I can arrange that,” he murmurs back, thinking of how little the King minds what his queen does, so long as she’s there on his arm for state dinners and on her throne beside him when he calls upon her to be there. His mistresses keep his bed warm enough that his once regular visits to her bed have dwindled to nothing, save for the once or twice a month to try and put a new heir in the royal cradle. Though, he’s yet to sire even a bastard, making many wonder if their king was not as potent as he thought himself to be. A worrisome thought, depending on who you asked. 

When the knock sounds on the door a short while later, they’re settled next to one another in an appropriate manner, a book open between them. It’s not a book of lessons, but rather a book he’d read and enjoyed, which she was now reading herself- despite the nature of their growing relationship, they do often find themselves holding delightful conversations over texts they’ve read, sometimes agreeing, sometimes not. “Your grace,” it’s her handmaiden Shae, who comes to fetch her back to her room, as she always does at the end of her hour with Jon. If anyone knows about the two of them, it’s Shae, who has often fixed her queen’s hair or helped her into a fresh gown before the evening meal. “My lord,” she nods at the man sitting beside her queen, though he stands up alongside her, as he should when the queen rises up. 

“Thank you for the lesson, as always, ser.” Sansa says with a pleasant smile, her blue eyes flashing as she steps around the table, the borrowed book tucked beneath her arm. “I look forward to our next one.” They share a single glance and then she’s gone, turning away so she can slip from the room, Shae on her heels.

When she’s gone, Jon sinks back into his chair and smiles, his hands still glowing with the warmth of her skin beneath his touch.

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Have you guys listened to the song Labor by Paris Paloma? If you haven’t you totally should. But I’ve been listening to it none stop and for some reason my mind created an AU around it. 

It would be a medival AU where the reader is married to the King or a lord. The marriage is arranged and forced. She becomes close with the other wives of various important people, Natasha, and Wanda beind some of them. Their husbands treat them horribly and are ruining their kingdom. So on the night of the full moon, the Reader performs a ritual to give her the ability to take down her husband and save the kingdom before it goes up into flames. 

Another idea that will go on the table but damn this would be hella cool. If I were to turn this into a longer work, who would you like the see the reader end up with? 

[annah-kitathryne]

5 and 17 for the ask game ^_^

5. What's a fic idea you've had that you will never write?

I sat on this question for a bit, and I've tried to write most of the ideas I've ever had. Especially for DC, have at least a list of ideas. I have ideas I don't write for a lot of fandoms, but they are fandoms I'm no longer part of or one's I would like to be making stuff for. I do have an unwritten AtLA idea so I'm going to drop this here.

Aang doesn't escape to the ice waters of the southern water tribe but ends up having to stay in the time he was from and fight the fire nation. It would be so much research and full of a lot of heavy topics and it's something I think about but I don't have the tact or skill to write this idea and not disrespect a huge amount of people.

17. What's something you've learned about while doing research for a fic?

Learned about the origins of European organized crime and specifically how it influenced medival Europe. I have a long time WIP, which is a Helena Bertinelli focused medival AU. Her and Babs are medival queerplatonic situationship in this AU. In the same AU, I had to do a lot of research on crossbows and realistic travel times, along with looking at medival laws on family. It's complicated, and I ended up down a hole of trying to figure out how to make other characters work in the AU.

Central and Eastern European immigration to the United States because I was 1. I was trying to expand on Ariana's story. 2. I was also trying to build a family history for a mother character and finding out when exactly the most likely time that a family would have immigrated.

Ways to dispose of dead people. I was building a case. I'm fairly sure I've ended up on a watch list with my searches because it was just a list of concerning questions and niche things. I also watched an insane amount of foreseeing files and unsolved mystery stuff, trying to build an interesting story.

[Ask Game]

[martuzzio]

I just had a thought about your medival AU and I hope you don't mind me bothering you with it op-

So after Ghost joins Soap and hangs around him for a while, what if whoever hired him sends someone else after Soap?? Like, another Assassin because they want the job done and if Ghost isn't gonna do it, might as well try again?Could even be someone from Ghost's past, an old rival or something? Or maybe it's Graves or something lol

Anyways, I can't get a scene of Soap getting injured during a fight (or assassination attempt) and Ghost protecting him out of my head

I'm obsessed with this au

Ohoho, I love this idea. What if the person sent to finish the job is König? And then König gets absorbed into the friend group just like Ghost was. That idea would mess with König's knight backstory I have going on, though, so I'll give it some thought.

Either way, someone new comes to finish the job and absolutely is NOT able to because Ghost goes full-powered protective mode and Soap's just there like "hey buddy, I can protect myself, you know? It's like it's my job or something—"

[mockedandmonitored]

I had this little idea/suggestion for the AU that I thought of after seeing the "Can't help myself" robot in a museum, made by Sun Yuan and Peng Yu.

The whole thing comes down to being a large mechanical claw with a brush on its end. There's a pool of very dark-red liquid around it which its made to push into a hole or container just around itself. Unfortunately, whenever it nearly has everything in, more red liquid seeps back out, and thus begins the endless cycle of its miserable existence, whilst people gaze upon it in its glass cage.

What if the toilets made museums where they showed off their history and belittled hardwares like this? For example, they strip the legs off of a large unit, give it a claw with a brush on its end, and force it to clean up whatevers on the floor. It could be trash the toilets throw at them, broken down shards of their fellow Alliance members who spoke out or a liquid similar to this.

anyway, just a little idea I thought I'd say :3

You, my good friend, scare me! Where did you even get this from??

Some more underground areas of the Skibiditopolis display such scenes, however, let's think of the children and not put such a barbaric show for all to see. Think of it like the forbidden part of Medival Times torture dungeon which (at least near me) has an age restriction to make sure little Timmy doesn't see the Iron Maiden.

So yes, sights like this are completely possible and do exist. The Skibidi were former humans so I would be surprised if such things DIDN'T exist.

[waltwhitmansbeard]

There's so many good ones, but can we get a Vaxleth #10 for MFL?

10. "Can you braid my hair?" this takes place shortly before the events of my fair lady. i guess this is now my fair lady: drabble #10? i gotta go update everything lol oh yeah if this is mfl then obv it's inspired by @romeoandjulietyouwish's medival au!!

Keyleth is not a fool. She is aware that her value to her people comes from several sources—her ability to make decisions, her knowledge of her nation's needs and capabilities, her years of studying at her father's elbow. There is another source of value, one she has long been loath to acknowledge, but one that is getting harder and harder to ignore: her someday match with a powerful man who will bring a boon to the Ashari Nation.

Even before she became of marriageable age, nobles and royalty from all across the globe have been throwing their sons at her, hoping to impress her and her father with their looks or their money or their connections enough to lead to such a match. Keyleth detests each of these meetings, where some strapping young man with a winning smile and too many anecdotes about hunting or archery or jousting tries to woo her over an elaborate dinner, with said young man's hopeful parents just a few seats down the table, trying not to seem too desperate as they watch on eagerly. Keyleth has never been good with small talk, but she is even worse when the tone of the conversation is intended to be flirtatious. She stumbles and blushes her way through each of these meals, which unfortunately only encourages these men, who believe her to be so overcome by their charms that what they are doing must clearly be working.

It isn't. Tonight, like every dinner before, Keyleth is not swept away by this Dwendalian viscount's charisma; if anything, she is barely paying attention, doing her best not to spend the entire night searching for Vax's eyes across the dining chamber. He is positioned near the door, which, luckily, Keyleth is facing. She works so hard to keep the misery from her face, but in the brief moments where their eyes lock, she lets the truth slip, and Vax smiles at her with some mixture of encouragement and pity.

She cannot remember if she says anything particularly insightful or engaging during the dinner, but then, she isn't trying to. When the meal is over, their Dwendalian guests, who mercifully are in Zephrah only for the night before continuing on their journey to Emon, thank Keyleth and her father for being such gracious hosts. Keyleth smiles politely, though she is aware it doesn't reach her eyes. Before the guests retire for the evening, the viscount—surely he told her his name, surely she hasn't forgotten it already—pulls her off to the side to murmur, "I bet you taste delicious in bed, Your Highness."

Keyleth goes ramrod straight, all of the blood leaving her face. She hears a low chuckle in her ear, and then the viscount is leaving, saying his final farewells to Keyleth's father, who claps him on the shoulder and wishes him a good night. Barely breathing, Keyleth's eyes find Vax's, and he is watching her with concern, his hand gripping his dagger in a question. She gives the barest shake of her head, managing to pull herself together long enough to return the guests' goodbyes and bid her father farewell.

Then she is alone in the dining chamber, with only Vax left at the door. In an instant, he is by her side. "What happened?"

She shakes her head again. "I...I can't..."

"Do you want to go back to your chambers?" She nods fervently. "Alright, come on." He starts to wrap an arm around her shoulders, then must realize how inappropriate this would be should they be seen, so he gently places a hand on her back at a proper height and guides her into the hall. Keyleth is working on her breathing as they make their way toward her chambers. She hope her face resembles something normal as they walk, though she can't even remember if they pass anyone on their way.

As they approach her chamber door, Vax curses low under his breath. "Kynan." He slows his pace, and whispers to her, "Go inside. I'll speak to Kynan for a moment, and then I will be at your door within minutes, as fast as I possibly can. Alright?" She nods and doesn't need to ask which door he's referring to. She affixes a smile on her face, forced and painful, and murmurs a hello to Kynan as he opens the door for her. Once she's inside, in the safety of her rooms, where a fire has been stoked for the evening, she collapses, falling into a shaking heap on the floor before the hearth. She vaguely hears Vax's voice telling Kynan to keep an extra sharp eye out this evening, and then there is just the sound of the crackling fire and her own erratic breathing.

She doesn't count the time, but it is not long before there is a familiar scratching at the hidden door behind the tapestry, a sound as comforting to her as birdsong in the morning. She hauls herself off of the floor and opens it, immediately wrapped in Vax's arms.

"Kiki, please," he says into her hair as he pulls her to sit on the sofa by the fire. "Did he hurt you?"

She shakes her head. Her hands are trembling. Why is she so ridiculous? "No." Her mouth is dry. "No, I am...being silly."

"Keyleth." He guides her chin up so she is no longer staring down at her lap and is instead looking at him. "Something he said has you rattled, and I never want you to think yourself silly for feeling the way that you do about anything."

"I just...it surprised me, is all."

"What did?"

"He said...well. I have never had a man, a stranger, really, be so...forward."

She doesn't elaborate, but she doesn't need to. Realization dawns cold and dark across Vax's face. "I see."

"I-It was not a threat, nothing serious, I just..." Her eyes slide closed. She is suddenly so very tired. "I am not used to such advances. Not when they are unwanted."

"But you were made uncomfortable by it." She nods. "Then I am very tempted to slit his throat in his sleep."

Her eyes fly open. "Vax!"

He does not appear to be joking. "Any man who cares so little for you as to cause this kind of distress is not a man I care to let see another sunrise."

"Vax, no." She grips his hands. "I am sure he thought himself...I don't know, romantic for saying such things. He does not deserve to die for it."

Vax huffs out a sigh, clearly disagreeing. Still, he brings one of her hands to his lips, presses a gentle kiss to her knuckles. "Are you sure?"

"We are already at war with Draconia; the last thing we need is the Dwendalians coming at us, too."

His shoulders relax as he relents. "Fine. What do you need? What can I do to ease this discomfort?"

She sighs and leans into him. He is so warm, and she has been so cold. She wants to be out of this damned dress, wants these pins out of her hair and the aura of this terrible night off of her body. "I should like to change, and then...can you braid my hair?" There are few feelings in the world as comforting as Vax's fingers in her hair, their smooth movements as they weave her locks in and around each other into one of his brilliant plaits.

He kisses the top of her head. "Of course. Go get dressed, I'll be right here."

Reluctantly, she removes herself from his warmth and shuffles over to her dressing room, where she changes quickly into a nightdress. When she returns, Vax has her hairbrush and pats the sofa next to him. She sits, and one by one he delicately pulls the pins from her elaborate updo. Her hair cascades down her back, and she could fall asleep right here, with the pressure from the pins gone and the steady rhythm of the brush through her tresses soothing her nerves like a lullaby.

As he begins to braid her hair into something loose and simple, something she can easily sleep in, her heart finally slows to its normal cadence. Though she knows many responsibilities await her outside the walls of this chamber, she wishes with everything in her to never have to leave it again, to never have to part from this fire and this man and these hands in her hair. Someday, her duty will call her to wed an advantageous match for her people, and there is nothing in her future as a royal that she dreads more. But that someday is not today, not tonight, so with her eyes closed and her heart heavy, she will let the man she loves braid her hair, will let him love her the way she cannot believe any other will ever be able to do.