#knights path au

[shadowlinktheshadow]

blah blah blah new au or something

his name is steel

also ref + some notes

[sherlockholmeshound]

whenever ppl try to come up with some version of 'romance and love isn't forbidden by the jedi, on this one novel-'

i'm just...

[spotaus]

Late Night quick thing (New Age Sillies)

Bad news: That joke post about including Reset + Orchid is definitely not canon. (I legit got sad thinking about Reset being in a universe where Orchid isn't- because their stories are so so intertwined- but Nightmare 100% would NOT risk the whole twins exploding Error's soul thing.)

Good news: This means I COULD include Kane (Reset's older brother who usually dies in timelines where Reset is born) and use it to develope his character a bit more! Also! Perhaps a Blue × Dream kiddo is finally in the stars for me to design?

[applestruda]

Hi, hello, so, I have also been a victim of the boatem knights brainrot. I just wanted to say this is such a lovely au, the idea is such an amazing and silly idea, but all the lore you and everyone else have come up with is just incredible

I know you said you had very simple ideas for the backgrounds of the other Knights, but I wanted to say that maybe Mumbo’s could mention part of that “accidental shapeshifter” bit he had for a while during season 8? I don’t know exactly how it would fit in but it was just something I remembered.

Okay, that’s all I’ll say for now. I’m slightly too nervous to mention any other ideas I had, simply because I haven’t sent asks in a while. Love your au, and love your art! Your art style is so nice and smooth :) okay bye now!

YO WAIT I FORGOT ABOUT THAT

accidental shape shifterrr, thats so cool

now im conflicted bc this is too cool to pass up but also i love just a guy with a gun mumbo

but,,, mumbo is a creature

OK how about a shapeshifter who wants everyone to think he's just a guy

[trouticecream]

[[ Since I mentioned her yesterday, here's Queen Marigold! The ruler of the Crystal Kingdom (an area of Greg's Magicant), she channels her immerse magical powers through her scepter and uses them to protect the kingdom via powerful barriers, keeps the land prosperous, and ultimately provides for her subjects such that they never lack anything they need. ]]

[huckleberr1es]

i just like the idea of dave being a seer of time because of the angsty implications and then rose being a knight of life and just going apeshit beastmode (as she should)

i got my ipad out for this. i havent used my ipad in 5 months. i REALLY like this idea

[offsidekineticist]

So Regill is handling the demon AU well.

[sophi-s]

Inktober Day 3: Path

Lost and lonely despite their siblings' presence, the Hollow Knight follows the faint voice of their father to seek a new purpose (this is from my AU "The Hollow King)

[vroombeams]

https://x.com/pivstri/status/1748108763570028647?s=46 something about this is so markoscar to me kee idk man

WELL!!!

first of all looking at him here REALLY emphasizes how much he's bulked up over the last two-ish years and wowie zowie. neat. neat and cool i'm normal. second of all. yeah. yeah yeah the hunted YEAH yeah!! i know i've seen some talk of predator/prey concepts over at the illustrious house of tumblr user freeuselandonorris so this is. yeah yeah this is a fun one to rotate on the barbeque of the brain

also i've been really in the au zone today so even just the word 'hunted' is evoking, like, any and all of the fantasy aus as well as the bloodborne au, so. much to think about much to consider thank you for bringing this to my attention nonnie!! 👀

[moth--mallow]

⚜️THE PATH OF PENDRAGON⚜️

🍁Arthur in my NNT au

Cover page if this was a book

👑King of kings

⚔️King of knights

🏰King of Chaos

[bells-of-black-sunday]

My, my, those eyes like fire I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre Come now, bite through these wires I'm a waking hell and thе gods grow tired

[i-have-homework-but-i-still-here]

Tim: Oh my own stalker? So cute 🥺

Batman: *Remembering a small Tim, dangerously sitting on some roof, taking photos of Jason*

Batman: Oh no again, please let this one have permission to drink

Spoiler: They probably don't 🤣🤣🤣

Concept: The Gotham Citizen app has a forum for posting candid photos of vigilantes and there’s an ongoing phenomenon where photos of Tim are impossibly gorgeous no matter the angle and photos of Dick (one of the most beautiful people in the entire world) look like when you take high-speed photos of Olympic athletes mid-sport

[kylo-wrecked]

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"These are not my people."

It was said with the impartiality of the black welling behind the viewports, where stars died and rebirthed at recurrent intervals. His tenor smoothed over the words like smoke over coals. He was like smoke, there and not, sat with his durasteel skull balanced on a thigh as broad as the bench he sat on, flickering between the hazy shape of the boy she knew and the fully grown and unshorn husk.

Ren tilted his head and studied Daenerys, pressing his wrought-iron gaze to hers. She was right that he was free in a way he had never been before. All Ren needed to encapsulate that freedom was his helm. His face awaited it, itself a mask, stony and chipped around the left eye, the left jowl, the cheek. Stone that was still flesh, of the same paled tissue that swathed the ribs, the abdomen, and the organs worming under the cold beskar plates and knitted tunic that covered it. Soft and loamy even in its certain musculature, a future burial site.

As Daenerys ate, a shadow hung over him. Ren seemed to be marked by it. Shadow touched every contour of the body, save for his eyes. Ren's eyes still held a light for her, if faint as stellar cores divested of their outer layers.

"Then stay," he murmured. Yet a shadow hung over even his voice. "But know if you do, you’ll never see me again."

Now her choice whether to stay, but it was not her choice whether he did the same, for his entity had become a shrine to the Ren.

@lastxdragon

[shadow-pixelle]

For the fanfic ask game!

Z: is there a story you wrote that doesn't seem to get much love?

(The game in question)

Hmmm, difficult one.

I think I actually have three that I wish got more love. The one I'm the most sad about is A Star-Lined Path, closely followed by Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow. Both of these are Star Wars fics; the former follows Pong Krell, aka that Besalisk dude from Clone Wars Umbara arc, and I had a ton of fun writing that, so it's sad that it's not seen quite as much reading.

The other is an OC Jedi at the end of the Clone Wars, so between that, it being canon-compliant (Order 66 my beloathed), and the angst, I'm not surprised that it doesn't get as much love, but it was a really fun fic to write even though I wrote it super quickly, so I'd like to see it get more.

The last of that three is Silk and Flame, which is a Hollow Knight fic, and another thing I had a load of fun writing.

In all admittedly I'm always happy that any of my writing gets love, but those three in particular are some of the ones I wish got a little more of it.

Thank you for the ask!

[dawnled]

tag post #5 ( au verses #2 ) !

[euthymiya]

khaenriahn princess reader x knight capitano ; jealous capitano ; implied hidden relationship ; pre cataclysm ; royal au ; capitano is not cursed yet so his skin is supple and youthful ; banter and fluff

“There is word, my lady,” his voice says lowly. You hum, reaching over to grab at his helmet. Capitano gently captures your hand before you can, pulling it away from its path to uncover his face. There’s a fleeting frown on your lips, but it’s gone as soon as he brings it up and presses a small, delicate kiss to the knuckles through the dark cloth that hides him from you.

“Oh? What of, my dear knight?” You ask curiously. Something tells him it’s almost mockingly innocent.

“That there is a rather…determined prince seeking your hand in marriage.”

Sometimes, it feels unfair that very rarely do you get to see the face hidden underneath the armor, but you suppose you don’t need to see Capitano to know exactly what emotion is twisted in his face. You fight back an amused grin—his voice tells you all you need to know.

You’re certain he must taste his own bitterness as the words fall from his tongue.

“Such grand news,” you gasp, “and yet…you speak with such hesitation. Has this news not brought you joy, my captain?”

“Forgive me, my lady,” he says unamused, voice low and just shy of a grumble, “I value your wellbeing above all. Should a capable prince ask for your hand, I would be most delighted if that is what you accept.”

“You do not sound delighted at the idea,” you tease.

“Perhaps my lady has not given me reason to think she would be interested in such a proposition,” he mutters.

This time, his voice does, in fact, sound the slightest bit petulant—like a child who sulks after being scolded. His tone is usually one that is far too courteous. Painfully so, in fact. (You’ve spent a good number of exasperating moments insisting he be more casual with you. You reap the rewards of those efforts few and far in between). But now, he betrays himself with a flicker of frustration, far too evidently for even you to miss.

He realizes too late how childish the words must sound spoken so irritably. You can tell that he clenches his jaw, seeing the tension even under the mask as he forces himself to still the bitterness spreading through his veins.

“Tell me, my dear knight,” you grin. You can imagine the unhappy lift of his brow as you speak, “what makes you so certain I would be disinterested in such an enticing offer?”

“It seems my assumptions were incorrect,” he grunts, straightening his back before promptly adding, “forgive me, my lady. I must see to rather urgent military affairs. I shall be seeing you—”

“Jealousy is unbecoming on you, Sir Capitano,” you quip, your hand grabbing at his wrist, tugging him towards you. He stills, stiff as a statue as your hand reaches for his helmet once more.

This time, he doesn’t stop you. He allows the lithe, delicate fingers he knows so well to grab at the edge of his helmet, carefully tugging it off before his face slowly reveals itself to you. You smile, cupping a cheek before tracing your thumb along the soft skin of his face.

“I am not jealous,” he says stubbornly.

“Haven’t they taught you never to lie to a princess?” You hum, stepping closer. His lips twitch just a fraction at the edges before two strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you towards him. Flush against his chest. Tucked right against his heart. Pressed so close, you almost wonder if you could feel his heart beating through the armor if you paid close enough attention.

“You torment me, my lady,” he murmurs quietly, “I fear I cannot accept this arrangement. It would tear through my soul to watch you be wed to another.”

“Then do not watch me,” you whisper.

You have seen his eyes flicker with soft, warm affection countless times. There is beauty underneath the helmet he wears so often, beauty that not many are so fortunate to see. You see it often, though. In private, hidden moments that he affords you. In the quiet of your chambers where the maids cannot disturb you. In the corners of the palace where no one can interrupt your fleetingly lingering touches and longing gazes.

Your hands hold his face, slowly pulling him closer as you study every precious slope across his skin. The slightly jagged curve of his nose. The plumpness of his lips. The slant of his sharp cheekbones. Every feature you know by heart, and revisit in your dreams.

You smile lightly at the thought of his jealousy, as guilty as you should feel for teasing him. Your knight—and you, his beloved princess.

“Do you wish to marry a prince?” He asks, leaning into your neck, breathing in your scent as his nose trails up your jaw until it reaches your cheek. Your breath hitches. His lips quirk into a smile.

“I wish to marry someone who owns my heart,” you say breathlessly, “prince or not.”

“Perhaps what you need is someone who is far more capable of carrying the weight of your heart. You possess rather discerning taste—it is not easy to please you, my lady.”

You huff, glaring at him from the corner of your eyes as you ask, “do you mean to call me difficult?”

“Among other things,” he chuckles. There’s a light, teasing trail of kisses pressed to your skin, leading straight to your lips. Capitano knows exactly what he’s doing, though—he stops just at the corner of them, making you pout as you try to lean in and close the gap.

He grins smugly, pulling away just enough to create distance between your mouths.

“You should not toy with a princess,” you say, displeased.

He hums, rubbing the small of your back as he counters, “and you should not toy with the heart of a man devoted to you.”

“Forgive me, my dear knight,” you murmur, gently bringing his face closer as your hands cradle his face once more, “I shall not torment you with such teasing again.”

“I am most grateful, your highness,” he fights back a chuckle.

Jealousy is unbecoming on someone as noble as the captain of your military forces. You like the way it looks on him just a little, anyway. Love the way his posture is more rigid and his voice is sharper when forced to consider the possibility of your heart yearning elsewhere. Enjoy the way he holds you tighter and closer as cool armor steals your warmth.

“Shall I tell this prince I am not interested?” You ask with a knowing look.

He hums thoughtfully, a smug smile playing on his lips as he replies, “no, I think I’d rather witness the expression of his highness when he realizes his charms hold no sway over you—a rare defeat for a man so certain of his allure.”

“Someday I shall marry you, my dear knight,” you whisper. Finally, with a softened look, he leans in to kiss you. Slow. Delicate. So gentle, it almost feels like you are one whisper from the wind away from falling apart.

“I look forward to it, my lady. Not even celestia could stop me from claiming your hand.”

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The last line is a big rip if you know what I mean 😔