#måneskin fantasy au

[the-void-answers-with-jazz]

dnd Au Måneskin race headcannons

Before we get into anything, by race I mean dnd race, so keep that in mind. The next part will be introducing the reader, and how they met.

I think Ethan is a half-elf vampire. I refuse to elaborate. I’m right. You know I’m right. His half-elf traits would be pointed ears, and I imagine him half high elf (moon elf specifically). He also has vampire fangs, but other than the ears and fangs I think he looks the same. He would have gold flecks in his eyes though because it’s pretty

Victoria is a Kalashtar. Unlike other Kalastar, she is more driven to the chaotic aspect and is more leaned towards the chaotic good area rather than the virtuous lawful good others have. She would look the same. However, her eyes would turn a lighter blue and would glow when she’s in deep concentration or showing deep emotions.

now Damiano is a human. Why? I’m lazy. They all hail from the same region, I imagine a big city where lots of different groups mingle and that’s how they met. Definitely a chaotic good/true neutral character. He would look the same as he does irl.

I think Thomas is a changeling. No real reason why I just like changelings and can't think of anything else haha. I think he would take the form of himself (what he looks like irl) the most and just after that what he actually looks like (a more blank version of him). I imagine them all on the chaotic/neutral side of things, I think he would be true neutral.

[floral-poisons]

fear for nobody

pairing: rook hunt x gn! reader word count: 3.5k words warnings: violence, politics, assassination notes: this takes place during my twisted wonderland high fantasy au! rook is vil’s most trusted assassin and you are part of the hidden organization as well. however, you soon realize that your childhood friend (and partner) has some reservations about this new job. the title is derived from the song of the same name by måneskin. ao3 link: 🏹🏹🏹

The trees provided shade from the hot sun. Today had been surprisingly hot, hotter than most days. It was only abnormal though and would last for this day only. Despite the heat of the day, your body was weighed down by dark clothes. “How much longer do we have to be here?” You ask, body leaning against the trunk of the tree.

“Only a little bit, dear (Y/N).” The blond answers, his crossbow still aimed.

“Why are we doing this in the day? Shouldn’t we be doing this at night?”

“We’re only supposed to kill the Viscount. And this is the only time he’s alone.” His green eyes blinked for a second. “At night, he’s spending time with his family and wife.”

“A family man. What a rarity. It’s a lot easier to kill when he goes out at night to see his mistresses.” You scoff. “Why do we have to kill him?”

“Dissent. Why else? He’s one of three heads for the Prince LeBlanche opposition. We must eliminate the threat before they rise.”

You straighten your back from the trunk. “He’s coming in.”

“I see.” He kept his composure, finger on the trigger. “Yes, yes. Keep walking like a deer in the woods.” Innocent. A family man. His wife would be devastated. His children devastated. An arrow shot through his body. He took a deep breath before his finger pressed down on the trigger.

— — —

“Good work there Rook. Nailed him right in the head!” You say as you get out of the carriage. By now it was dark. Besides, the estate was empty save for the servants.

“It is the only way to efficiently kill a man.” Rook steps out as well.

“Baron Hunt.” The butler bowed. “And (Y/N). I presume the assassination went successfully?”

“It did dear Reagan. You may store the weapons back in the basement. I will send a letter to Queen Schoenheit. Come dear (Y/N). Let me cook up some dinner!”

“Oh Rook. You don’t always have to cook.” You sigh. “Let me do it for once.”

“You’re my partner! Nonsense. You stayed in the hot environment with me the whole afternoon today. It’s the least I can do.” He smiles.

“You never change, do you?” You chuckle.

“I enjoy cooking for you. Why would I change?”

You purse your lips. “Are you okay?”

“I am okay. Why would you ask that?” Rook laughs nervously.

“Well you seemed…off today. Usually you’re more confident about killing our targets. Today was different.” You frown. “It’s not the first time either. You’ve been like this for the past few weeks. You even rejected a few assignments. What is going on?”

“Nothing (Y/N). I promise. We can resume this conversation at a later date.” Rook walked before you could say anything. Such a mysterious man this was even though you had known each other since childhood and been partners for years. He was hiding something and you were determined to get to the bottom of whatever was bothering him.

Before he set off to make dinner, Rook entered his study to sit down and write a letter to Queen Schoenheit detailing the assassination today. It went well which was to be expected from him. But as he sat down, writing, he couldn’t help but think about the fact that he had just widowed a woman and their children would be exposed to the assassination of their father. It was clear as day an assassination. “Great Seven.” He sighed as he rubbed his face, thinking back to your observations of him. The only answer he had to your question was that it was complicated. But even telling you was a bit risky. This was the kind of life he only knew, you only knew. You were both born in the business and you both were meant to stay in it and never leave. “I must stay focused.” He signs the letter before folding it and placing it in an envelope. He made sure to seal the letter with the wax seal of The Hunt of Hearts before putting it in the drawer and locking it.

— — —

“Rook! Rook! I got it!” You exclaimed, running across the green grass to the gazebo he was relaxing under. The weather was sunny and decently warm and he was enjoying a cup of tea with some snacks as he read a book. He desperately needed to catch up on his reading list. “I got it!”

“Oh you did?” He closes the book.

“The invitation for this year’s Spring Countryside Venture!” You set it down as you sit.

Rook used his dagger to open the envelope and look at the invitation. He took in a deep breath from the invitation. It smelled sweet of apple blossoms.

The acting monarch VIL SCHOENHEIT formally invites MARQUESS ROOK HUNT to a weekend away in the countryside to admire the fruitful lands of Pomefiore. The Marquess Hunt will be accommodated with servants, food, drink, sports, and his own bedroom. The invitee may bring 1 guest of their choosing and they will receive the same accommodations.

“Well, I’m sure the Queen is well aware of who I’m bringing along.��� Rook smiles as he looks at you.

“Of course! Besides, people love buying my clothes while I’m there.” You finish coloring the sketch you were currently working on with watercolor. “Something about the countryside just makes them want to spend money.”

“Because everyone’s on vacation and their guard is down.” Rook leans over. “A blue and white ensemble?”

“Yes. It’s a simple color combination but it works extremely well. Someone’s bound to want to wear it when we leave for the Castle of Gold.”

“Well it’s quite regal but also simple. And you’re going for a simpler silhouette this time around?”

“They’re bound to make a comeback soon. Besides, I am the dressmaker for the Royal Court. You know that.” You smirk. “My outfits always make trends.”

“Of course dear (Y/N).” Rook took a sip of his tea before turning his head and noticing that Reagan was approaching the gazebo with a silver tray in his hand. He saw the glimpse of a beige envelope with a red seal. “Great Seven…”

“Master Hunt.” Reagan presents the envelope to Rook who takes it.

“Thank you Reagan. You are dismissed.” He purses his lips before using his dagger to open the envelope. The red seal could only mean one thing. “We literally just finished an assignment.”

“The grind never stops I guess.” You pour some tea in your cup before making it to your preference. Afterwards, you took a sip and it made you feel all warm inside.

Rook unfolded the letter and separated the multiple pieces of paper. “Well from the look of things, the Queen is satisfied with our assassination of the Viscount Cerf.”

“Who’s the next target?”

“The Earl Oiseau.” Rook hands you the profile and the letter. “The Queen wants a subtle death, something that seems accidental and looks like it was a medicinal accident.”

“Ah yes. Poison.”

“Also known as, (Y/N)’s specialty.”

“Yes. It is certainly my time to shine.” You read the papers and hand them back to Rook. “The Queen is moving up in the ranking though. And very quickly.”

“He’s trying to get rid of the most powerful influences for those opposing his rule as Queen.”

You dig through your bag and pull out another notebook. It was decorated to your preference and a lot of fabric samples stuck to the sheets of paper. On the outside, it looked like a normal fashion sketchbook. It just happened to be locked and protected by lethal poison that you were immune to. The sheets of paper were also laced with poison as well, which you were also immune to (due to your training, you’ve become immune to a lot of poisons especially your own concoctions). The cover snapped open with your key, revealing your personal journal of poisons and concoctions. Thank the Great Seven that your handwriting was so illegible that only you and Rook could read it (even so, Rook sometimes had a hard time despite his sharp vision). “Is there a deadline for this?”

“The Queen wants us to get rid of Oiseau before the Spring Venture.”

“That’s in a few weeks.” You look up at your partner with concern.

“Can we make it?”

“Well, Earl Oiseau has his annual dinner party around this time.” Rook raised an eyebrow.

“Oh…” You suddenly came to a realization. “Oh fuck! I forgot to put his wife into my schedule! She has dress fittings for the dinner! And we do this every year! How can I forget?!”

“That’s our way in.”

— — —

Your body was hot. Not from the weather but from embarrassment and stress. You had taken Rook’s large hand fan to fan yourself and have your own body cool down. You could feel yourself sweating through the underlayers of your clothes. What a fool. It’s a little bit ironic since you were a master at poisons and potions but when it came to scheduling, or anything else for that matter, you were completely lost. It wasn’t your specialty. The carriage pulled to a stop in front of a mansion and a woman came up to the door to open it. “Baron Hunt. (Y/N) (L/N). It’s a pleasure to see you. The Countess is excited that you both have arrived early.” The woman bowed her head.

“Thank you Sylvie.” You stepped out of the carriage. Rook came out after you.

“I will take care of your stuff. Baron Hunt, you may head to the gazebo in the gardens to catch up with the Earl. (Y/N), the Countess is waiting inside her dressing room. She is very excited to see what you have to offer this season.”

“I am sure she will not be disappointed!”

You had been here multiple times so you already knew the way to the dressing room. The walls were simple compared to other houses, white with a brown trim. The room you entered had floral wallpaper and sitting next to the window was the Countess. “Oh (Y/N)! You’re here!” She squeals as she stands and meets you for a hug.

“Countess! It feels like it’s been ages!”

“For a second, I thought you had forgotten about me.” She joked.

“I would never. It’s been really busy lately. Shall we sit and discuss?”

“Of course! Of course! I also have tea available and some snacks.” You sat down before pulling out your sketchbooks from your bag. They were set on the table loudly considering how dense they are. “I see it’s been a busy season.”

“It certainly has been. I’ve only had ideas and tons of fabric which is not great because then I continuously create. But here are some ideas I have for you—”

“Oh. I was thinking maybe…something different this time around.”

You looked at the Countess before leaning towards her in curiosity. “Spill.”

“I was hoping to go with something more…masculine this time around?”

“Masculine?”

“Yes. I've discovered a fondness for men’s clothes and dressing like my husband. At dinners I like to wear feminine clothing. But hunting, I like men’s clothing. It’s a lot more comfortable.”

“Hunting? You go hunting now Countess?” You pour yourself some tea and make it to your liking.

“Oh yes. I’ve started. Me and the Earl switched hobbies and discovered we like the other hobby. I do enjoy equestrian sports. I’ve even met a woman.”

You raised your eyebrows. “A woman?”

“Yes. She is absolutely gorgeous, you know. And I may or may not have had a kiss with her.”

You gasped. “Countess!”

“I know, I know. It is only fair though. My husband has been experimenting for years with other men, particularly those from his hunting party.”

“That’s great Countess!”

“So essentially for this dinner party, and for the Spring Venture, I would like a more masculine silhouette. Looser too. I’m tired of tight bodices and silhouettes.”

“I agree. It truly is suffocating. Shall I take your measurements now?”

Meanwhile, Rook sat under the gazebo, fanning himself at a rapid pace. It was beginning to be quite warm outdoors. He thought the one day where you two committed that daylight assassination would be the only hot day in the spring season. That proved to be false. An iced drink was the perfect remedy and thankfully he got his. It tasted minty and lemony, a perfect combination of refreshment. “Baron Hunt, it is a pleasure to have you over! We thought you wouldn’t be coming.” The Earl leans against his seat.

“Well how could we miss one of the biggest dinner parties of the season?” Rook smiles. His body felt heavy. He was tired, worked to the bone. He wanted to rest. Maybe he’ll get the chance when the Spring Venture came. The Roi du Poison didn’t make him work during then. “They’re quite magnificent. Your wife puts amazing detail in the decorations.”

“Oh you’ll be happy to know that I will be decorating this year! I’ve even chosen the theme!”

“Oh. Do tell.”

“Me and the Countess did a bit of a hobby switch. She took up hunting and I took up sewing and embroidery. It’s quite fabulous! Of course I pricked myself plenty but once I got the hang of it…well the designs say for themselves.”

“That’s amazing Earl. I presume you asked if you could take on her duty of decoration and theme and she said yes?”

“Of course! I had to decorate. It’s so much fun, you know! Quite a destressor.”

“At least you’re enjoying your hobbies.”

“Have things been stressful for you lately?”

“A little, yeah.” Rook stirred the straw in his cup.

“Is it the Queen?” The Earl raised an eyebrow. “I would expect nothing else from him.”

“Well what do you mean by that?”

“He’s like his mother.”

“The former Queen?”

“Obviously. Lacking in manners and etiquette. Everyone can see through his act. I’m surprised he’s managed to survive this long and hold so much power.” The Earl sips his iced tea. “Someone of his class status should remain off the throne, out of the court. His mother must’ve taught him well in the art of grabbing.”

Rook stayed silent and only took a sip of his drink. “The Queen has not been stressing me out. It’s more like I’m stressing myself out. You know. Kind of in the existential way.”

“Tell me more friend.”

Friend. The Earl just called him a friend. “Well with the legacy I’m inheriting…I’m just wondering if it’s all worth it.” Rook pursed his lips. “It’s so exhausting, my life. I wish only to live in isolation, away from…well, everything. Politics, business, gossip, everything. I want a cottage and to be able to just stay there and not think about how my actions are perceived every day.”

“Oh Baron Hunt. You amuse me.” The Earl laughs. “We do not choose this life. This life chooses us. And there’s no way of escaping.”

“But what if there was?”

“There isn’t. It’s too complicated even if you wanted.” The Earl looked up, seeing his butler approached who whispered in his ear. “Excuse me. I’ll be back in a moment.”

“Of course. Whatever you need.” Rook smiles and watches as the Earl stands and leaves. Making sure the Earl is out of his line of sight, he reached into his boot and pulled out a tiny vial of power. You had described it as odorless, tasteless, and easily dissolvable. The poison’s effects would be slow and your target would die days after the dinner party, after the two of you have left. It would look like a simple accident with the medicine the Earl was taking. His green eyes looked at the small vial of poison. A simple sprinkle of this in the Earl’s tea, a few stirs, and that was it. The cup of tea was right in front of him. But why couldn’t his arms move?

“I’m sorry. False alarm it turns out.” The Earl sat back down.

Rook hid the vial with a slight of hand before the Earl could see. He smiles. “No worries.”

— — —

“What do you mean you didn’t put the poison in his drink!” You exclaim.

“I…I didn’t. I just couldn’t. I don’t know how to explain it.” Rook ran a hand through his hair. You saw his forehead which was pale and had a bit of a tan line. You couldn’t focus on that right now though! “I couldn’t do it.”

“We are fucked! You know that right?” You scoff. “If we don’t get this done in time, the Queen is going to have a massive fit. And on top of that, our parents! And the leaders of the Hunt! Everyone will be on our asses and we will be disgraced! And it was so simple too!”

“(Y/N), I’m sorry. I…I will—”

“Fuck it. I’ll do it.” You scoff, picking up the vial. “I’ll do it. I have pill molds. And you can’t say anything! If we don’t do this we’re both in trouble, but more so you. Queen Schoenheit might even ask for your heart.” You looked at your partner. “We’re in this together. One way or another. I’ll put these in the Earl’s pills. They look identical to his medication. Problem solved.”

“...Problem solved.” Rook nods. “Don’t get caught.”

“This isn’t my first time. You know that.”

— — —

Rook turned the envelope to look at the wax seal. The seal for The Hunt of Hearts. Your mission had been successful. You received an invitation to the Earl’s funeral a few weeks after you visited, coincidentally just as you were about to enter the carriage to head to the Castle of Gold. Rook would personally visit the Queen and deliver him the letter. “(Y/N)—”

“Rook, we’ve been over this.” You adjust your deep purple ensemble. The two of you were matching since you were coming together. “It worked. That’s all that matters. The Queen will never know.”

“That’s not what I wanted to talk about.”

“Then what is it?”

“I…I don’t want to live like this anymore.”

“Live like what? An assassin?”

“Precisely.” Rook looks out the window. “I’m tired. I’m burned out.”

“Then it will pass.”

“Do you really think burn out for killing people will pass? I’m tired of this life. I want to do something else. I want to be somewhere else. Anywhere but here.”

“Rook, you know that’s not how it works.” You purse your lips. “Not unless we—”

“Fake our deaths. I’ve contemplated doing it. But it would have to be really good to pull it off. The Hunt knows when a death is fake.” He turns to you. “I just want to live peacefully and live a quiet life, away from the politics and complicated assassinations. A cottage would be nice. Some farm animals. And you.”

“Me?”

“Run away with me (Y/N).” He leans forward. “I’m certain I can make a convincing fake death for the two of us. And we’ll run away, away from all of this. A peaceful cottage, animals, and just the two of us. It’ll be peaceful. And we will never have to do anything like this ever again.”

“Rook…” You purse your lips. The idea was tempting. It was so tempting. This life was chaotic. But it was also all you knew. The idea of leaving was…terrifying. And if you escaped by faking your death, the punishment for getting caught would be so severe. “I can’t. I won’t.”

“And why is that?”

“Because I am loyal to the Hunt. I’m loyal to my family.” The carriage stopped and someone approached the door. “And I’m loyal to the Queen.” The door opened.

“Marquess Hunt. (Y/N) (L/N).” The man bowed. “It’s a pleasure to see you again.”

Rook put the letter within his coat and exited the carriage. “Likewise old friend.”

“We shall take your things and put them in your room.” The man smiles as he helps you out.

The two of you watched as another carriage pulled in. This time with a crest you haven’t seen in a long time. “Wait. Is that!” You watched as the door opened and a boy with pale purple hair stepped out. Another person stepped out with him, dressed in much simpler clothes. “The Lord Cerise. It’s been how long?”

“A few years. He hasn’t been here.” Rook looks at the clear couple. “And it looks like he may have brought his partner too.”

The two of you immediately turned your heads upon hearing footsteps. It was none other than another noble of the court. They smiled but it lacked warmth. “Marquess Hunt. (Y/N) (L/N). It’s good to see you both arrived safely.”

“Likewise.” You nod.

“Now please follow me. The Queen requests to see you both immediately.”

[matan4il]

Tag games!

bubblesI haven’t done these in forever, but I got a couple of tags, so I thought I’d try. Thank you to the lovelies who included me, it was fun and I’m grateful! xoxox

Seven Sentence Sunday

tagged by the wonderful @deluweil! Toda, ahuva! I’m assuming this can be from any WIP, right?

When Prince Eddie was young, he could have sworn that he had heard the dragons singing. Their flight cloaked from human eyes, they tear the skies with invisible wings, singing for the other half of their hearts, Abuela used to tell him in a lowered voice, in the quiet afternoons when she’d sneak him into the palace kitchen with her. Only then was she not the Queen Mother and Eddie was not the heir apparent. There, she was his story teller, enabling his dreams, she was his guide, teaching him how to cook dishes that tasted like affection… There, she was his shelter in a hug. It stopped after that one afternoon when the door creaked open, and Eddie’s dad walked in. Except he wasn’t anyone’s father at that moment. The way King Ramon’s jaw was set into a line of clear discontent told Prince Eddie the time for youthful daydreaming was over. But he could have sworn that he had heard the dragons singing on moonlit nights. That the world’s deepest wound opened with that sound, and with it, Eddie knew there was at least one soul out there in the world, as lonely and as longing as he was. 

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favourite colour(s): black and earthy tones

favourite flavour(s): mint, chocolate and coconut

favourite genre(s): fantasy, slice of life and romance I think

favourite music: I'll listen to pretty much everything except rap tbh but maybe pop and rock

favourite movie(s): promare, Howl's Moving Castle, Kiki's Delivery Service and Whisper of the heart

favourite series: Violet Evergarden, Haikyuu!! and Brooklyn Nine-Nine (tho I still have to finish it)

last song: GOSSIP by Måneskin feat Tom Morello

last movie: Whisper of the heart

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i'm starting on the måneskin dnd/fantasy (i'm going to call it dnd au) race headcannons rn! -🎻

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[the-void-answers-with-jazz]

Unnamed Måneskin Dnd AU Part 1

Chapter 1 time bitches! I’m really proud of this! If you have name ideas, go ahead and suggest them! Now lets get into the actual story before I embarrass myself more haha

The sounds of morning began to play through your ears as you woke up. It was still early morning, which was evident by the bits of sunlight streaming through your curtains. Pulling on a cloak laying over a chair, you began to make yourself breakfast. You swung the door open, a kitchen knife brandished by your side, expecting to find enemies, only to find a small package and an envelope. A breath of relief left your mouth, and you picked up both. Inspecting the envelope, you find it sealed with a wax seal you didn’t recognize. Setting the package down on the table, you take the envelope to your desk, and grabbing the letter opener, you open the envelope.

Inside you find a weird note, the sender asking you and your friends (Måneskin) for help on a quest. The person claims to be a nobleman from the East, one whom you’ve never heard of. The alarms in your brain start to go off, but you decide to ignore them from the moment. Obviously, the sender has to be rich enough to have such an intricate wax seal, and nice wax (yes I am insinuating that some wax is nicer than others. Do I know anything about wax? No, I don’t. But guess what, I am writing the story so you have to deal with it). Knowing the others mentioned in the letter were coming by later that day, you decide to keep the letter and package, but decidedly waiting to open the package for when they get there.

As the day drags on, you find yourself doing meaningless chores, writing in your memoir, studying some new books you managed to get from a traveling merchant, tending to your garden, and mindlessly cleaning your home, impatiently waiting for your guests and close friends to arrive. At last, your best friends and former adventuring party arrive with a lively knock on your door. You swing open the front door, a wide smile across your face as you welcome your four friends in. A different greeting is given to you by every member. From Damiano, a kiss on the top of your head and a giant bear hug, which warrants teasing by everyone else. From Ethan, a simple hug is more than enough to showcase his happiness to see you. From Victoria, a kiss on each cheek (yes this was taken from when I met my cousins in Greece and this was how they greeted us). Finally, from Thomas, you get a wide smile, eyes shining with excitement akin to that of a puppy, and a half hug. You can see his irises change from his normal green to something more akin to the color of grass. You decide not to mention it. As the conversation starts to flows, you turn back into your kitchen to start making food for the group. Hushed whispers and laughs can be heard behind you, and as you turn your head, you spot Thomas pulling a bottle of alcohol from his satchel. Sneaking up on him, you reach out to grab his sides, causing the poor boy to jump slightly. Laughing you lean over his shoulder to tease him “What’cha got there Thomas?”

“House warming gift.” He replies unsure of himself, before laughing and offering it to you “a gift of sorts. For you.” You just shake your head and take the “gift” before opening the bottle and pouring some for all five of you.

  Ethan follows you into the kitchen, offering to help you make dinner, especially because he needs to eat something special (red meat). From your living/dining room, you can hear Thomas take out the instrument you have come to know as a guitar, strumming on it as Damiano starts singing. he certainly does have a beautiful voice for someone who is usually pretty scary, and is definitely quite secretive. This was of course subject to quite a bit of teasing from yourself and the rest of the group, all lighthearted of course. While waiting for the food to cook, you begin to explain what had happened earlier. Passing around the now broken wax seal and letter for the other to see, you go to where the package was, setting it on the middle of the table.

  A grin appears on Vic’s face “So, who wants to open the package from the mysterious Lord of the East?”, and before anyone can say anything, Ethan grabs it frowning. He motions for a dagger from Damiano, who pulls one with an ornate handle and passes it to Ethan. The group watches (some with slight fear) as Ethan uses the blade to tear open the paper surrounding it. When the wrapped box is open, Ethan hands the dagger back to Damiano, who promptly tucks it away again. Peering into the box, you find a bracelet of presumably Elvan origin, a gemstone you cannot identify, a silver dagger with a beautiful handle, a ring with a glyph written in Sylvan (the language of Faries) on the inside of the band, and finally a book. Not just any book, but a magical tomb you have been trying to get your hands on for months. There is no note attached, however, it is safe to assume that it is from the same lord who sent you the letter, as it had the same wax seal on the top. You sit down, beginning to cast a spell to make sure nothing was cursed. From what you got, it wasn’t, and if it was, whoever cursed it hid the curses well. Giving the go-ahead, the four begin to pass out the items, leaving you the tomb.

A couple of hours later, after the food has been eaten, dishes washed, and drinks enjoyed, you set the letter down once again, Damiano giving you a knowing smirk “Is someone getting bored of retired life already?” he teases

You give him a tired smile “I guess so.” Turning back to the rest of the group you say “So, who wants to go on a quest to the East?”

.... AND THAT’S ALL FOLKS! Tune in for when I next get the chance to write shit for chapter 2 (I have decided this is chapter one)

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dnd Au Måneskin

Okay so first of all, this is all strictly platonic because that’s how I’m writing this. Also, there will be Dimension 20 references throughout this story because I’m rewatching Unsleeping City right now

Reader is a human chronomancy wizard (in the words of Arthur Augefort (really Brennan Lee Mulligan) "the most powerful magic of all is chronomancy".). Essentially you have regular wizard magic, and you have time magic.

Did I choose human because it's easier? That’s a secret I’ll never tell (yes I will it's total because it's easier).

You hail from an area northwest of where the Måneskin party is (I’m just going to call them Måneskin , and that will be their adventuring party name).

You meet the group whilst you are fighting a dragon. You're a total badass but taking on a dragon by word elf is pretty damn hard. Now Måneskin isn't assholes, so they decide to help.

now they aren't going to take any of the glory away from you, but Damiano might stab it a couple times, and who's to say that Thomas and Vic didn't cast any spells you wouldn't have noticed. And are you really going to argue with Ethan worrying over you and healing a deep gash in your arm? no. no you're not.

As a thank you, you offer them some of the loot you got, and offer to buy them a round of drinks at the local tavern. While you're there, you become close with the four of them, and the next morning when make it to leave the town frowns etched on all of their faces, upset to see you leave.

you're upset as well, and promise to meet up with them in a port city south of there in a couple months.

when you meet up with Måneskin again, you join their group for a quest, which takes longer than expected. When you return, the quest completed, you have become the unofficial fifth member of their party.

You decide (along with strong encouragement from the band) to travel with them as a fifth member of their party. not only are you incredibly powerful (which is always useful in battle) but also you're just enjoyable to be around.

After the long quest with Måneskin, you decide to buy a home on the edge of the woods, and go into retirement for a few years, and the gang spends at least a couple hours in your home (anywhere from an hour to like a week) when passing through the area.

(in part two I'll start the main story shit I just have to introduce everything. It's the prologue before the prologue!)

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Måneskin dnd/high fantasy Au class headcannons

As previously seen on @/icouldbeyourpuppets ask box lol

These are my headcannons if Måneskin were placed in a high fantasy/dnd setting, and going off of dnd classes, what classes they would be. For the sake of my sanity, I will not be adding multiclassing.

Ethan would be a paladin, which is basically just stabby stabby heal your friends, oaths.

He would be Either oath of the open sea (which isn't official but it's cool) or maybe oathbreaker because it's ✨edgy✨. Plus it fits the edgy vibe I gave them

I think he would use an axe (battleaxe or handaxe) or a big sword (broadsword?). Definitely is more of a worrier and is part of the reason why he took a feat to try and get more healing spells lol

Victoria would be a sorcerer. No, I will not elaborate.

I think she would be an Aberrant Mind or Shadow Magic sorcerer. Mainly because aberrant mind is cool, and Shadow Magic fits the whole dark colors, rockstar vibe, and the whole tortured person(s) vibe I am giving to dnd au  Måneskin.

Victoria definitely either conned her way into or was born with a lot of money (i.e born into money) and bought herself a nice cloak with a gold and ruby clasp at the front. The way she channels her magic is through a staff, and it would be dark wood (I'm thinking black or ashy wood) that has carving engraved on it that she has added jewels and other treasures and tokens from battles on it. every time they get a new treasure or go to a new city she adds something new to the carving.

Now I think both Thomas or Damiano work as bards, but because I can put Damiano as something else, Thomas is the bard. 

bards are fun, and there’s nothing specifically stating a bard is a musician, and because of this, he is a college of creation bard.

he was the person who invented the guitar in my high fantasy au. It's my au and what I say is the law. Victoria definitely helped inlay some gems and make it look all pretty and stuff.

He has definitely destroyed his guitar more than once forgetting it was just wood and smashing it on an enemy.

I also imagine he carries around clay to create things out of that he can bring to life. They’re not the prettiest but they work. Also has a pretty outfit. Pretty boy deserves pretty outfit.

Damiano would be a rogue. The only two classes I can imagine him in is Rogue and Bard, and Thomas is already a bard.

He would either be a Soulknife or Phantom rogue. I’m going to go with Phantom because I’ve played a Phantom Rogue, and they’re super fun. 

dnd au!Damiano is the personification of the trope where it's like "take out all your weapons" *takes out more weapons that someone could reasonably put in their body* "I meant ALL of them" *pulls one singular dagger from their boot*.

Outfit-wise, I imagine him carrying a lot of throwing knives, and his main weapons being two shortswords he double wields. I think he would have an outfit similar to Geralt's in The Witcher TV show.

Reader will come at a later date.