#medieval ghoap

[lulurubberduckie]

Today got busier than expected but the ghoap installment should be up before midnight!!

I’m so glad so many of you are liking the courier fic idea I posted!!! 🥰🫶

I also have little blurbs on how Simon and Lady(reader) and Simon and Johnny met so if anyone is interested in that please lmk and I’ll post it!!!

[worms-for-brains]

More Folklore Au Ghoap

Loving them more by each day

[srfiv]

inspired by a scene from marked for you by mika

[streysteal]

aaaaand a medieval AU for the bbg’s  I’ll take drawing armor and swords over guns any day!

[tassodelmiele]

-I'll give my crown to the devil just to have your taste on my tongue-

....

I do prefer the second one. Anyway:

IT'S ALMOST OCTOBER, FINALLY! HERE WE ARE WITH THE SEASON OF WITCHES AND FANTASIES AND CINNAMON AND PUMPKINS

I've had a bit of will to put horns into someone lately.

Also, anatomy had killed me again.

But I'm good with the atmosphere.

I think I'll go back to Shibari next, I feel the urge almost as strong as to shit after breakfast.

[lvrsfilm]

school has kept me stupidly busy so here's a little unfinished (and unedited) drabble that i'm considering expanding on knight! ghoap who catches wind of a pretty princess being moved to a nearby kingdom, married off by her father to some senile king who– according to Johnny, "Would'na know what to do with a pretty lass like tha.'"

knight! ghoap that brings it to the attention of King John, who's wife has been struggling to bear an heir for years, male or female

knight! ghoap who, with permission from the King, stage an attack along your travel route, slaughtering the men outside your carriage when they stop so you can stretch your legs, slipping your feet out of the cramped shoes you've been dressed in

knight! ghoap who wrangles you onto the back of Simon's horse, Johnny trying to talk to you between cries and insults you throw at them

knight! ghoap who finally gets you to calm down when they make it known that they're rescuing you, that they're bringing you to a better kingdom where you won't be forced to marry

knight! ghoap who doesn't tell you yet that this doesn't absolve you of a duty, that you will be a designated heir to the throne, chosen by King John

knight! ghoap that leaves you with the maids after your journey, letting them clean and dress you while they remain posted outside the door, even though it isn't necessary

knight! ghoap who's eyes linger when the maids bring you out of the room, your skin clean and a fresh dress on you.

knight! ghoap who introduces you to the King and Queen, who are taken with you immediately

knight! ghoap that watch them fawn over your manners, the way you answer their questions about a myriad of things, all things someone needs to be well rounded in to lead

knight! ghoap that escorts you back to your new chambers that evening, earning themselves a kiss on the cheek each in your gratitude

knight! ghoap who return to the knights quarters later than usual that night, Johnny's hair a bit more mussed than usual

[sahgno]

Ghost Soap Medieval AU

Was writing a while back and made some fanart to go with it! I hope to finish the fic one day, but the general premise was that Ghost is a Saxon knight who is captured by Soap and his thanes. There’s a lot of exploration of who the Picts were before and after the decline—questions of glory similar to those found in Macbeth and Beowulf. And finding love across a language barrier (one of my favorite things to read about)!

Omg something about drawing characters with weapons over their shoulder

[the-nex]

another meme @groguspicklejar

[sergeantwoods]

yay. a new fic. (im going to kms /j)

its medieval !!! yeah !!! take that!!!

thank you to el for doing that FANTASTIC RP (istfg we were both on the zaza man) and sparking this idea !! sorry to ethan and myri and whoever else on the discord server who saw that whole show 😭😭

[kabbal]

New chapter of the Medieval Ghoap AU : Silchester

[worms-for-brains]

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In love with the alt version of the medieval au, where Ghost is a folktale beast and Soap is a wandering hero.

[pricetagged]

MEDIEVAL SCAMMER GHOAP?! Please enlighten us🙏🙏🙏

Since you both asked so nicely, have a snippet of a whisp of a concept😅

I have an idea. Not fully fleshed out. I could go in two directions, either historical Ghoap working as Pardoners and taking advantage of ignorant village reader (corruption kink, religious themes, abuse of power etc.).

OR, for my monster-lovers, has anyone seen Dragonheart? I was picturing, like, one of them is something beastly, the other plays at knight = profit? Fantasy scam and rescue? So, it would go something like this:

(Tw kidnapping and kind of mean Ghoap)

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Your situation didn't look any better flipped on its head. Flipped on your head, rather. Snatched and thrown over a bulky shoulder, high– higher than even your standing position. It was discomfiting; it was terrifying. Blood rushed to your face not only in fury but also in shame as your skirts fluttered in the breeze.

He noticed, too. His greedy fingers dug into your thighs, skimming down like he was soothing a skittish horse. But you felt the way he lingered. The way he chuffed and squeezed tighter when you kicked out with all the strength of a skittish colt.

Your fists pounded uselessly against heavy splint-mail, hands-catching on rough nodules and spikes that didn't quite register as pain. Not to your panic-stricken mind, thoughts flying off in the wind behind you as the beast carried you off.

But the smack registered.

Perhaps it was the sound, the harsh slap of flesh on flesh. Whipping crack, like the snapping of a great branch. The precursor to an eerie stillness, violence begetting obmutescence. And it worked–

–for a second. For the time it took for your stinging nerves to catch up with your racing mind. Then you howled. Kicked and clawed and hissed like a feral cat as tears welled in your lash-line.

"How dare you–"

"Quit yer fashin'. Ye'll bring the whole kingsguard down this way–"

"–good–"

"–and then I'll have tae kill them all," That had your attention, legs tense under the heavy band of his bicep. "Dinnae much feel like sharin' ye around."

"Oh, you beast! You foul, vile, disgusting–" Your voice was high, words scratching as they hitched out of your aching throat.

It hurt to speak, vocal cords already shredded from the way you'd screamed when he'd first ransacked your village. Coughing on heavy, acrid smoke and crying futile warnings about the Black Knight and his monster-in-arms ('Quiet, girl. Viper-tonged harlot, slither off and for gods' sake, quiet!') . But it hurt more to be silent. You flung insults like broken arrows, hoping that they would somehow land. That they would hit, fortuitously, and pierce the thick-hide of this brute. But hope is vain, and the fancies of men make gods laugh.

You landed hard on something soft.

Ego almost as bruised as your knees, you kept your eyes low. Sweeping. Marshy, wet silt. Topsoil sluiced off, only mud and clay and reeds to your right. A cheerfully babbling brook just beyond, water murky and discoloured with backwash from– the water flowed past the estuary of the village so it must be– no–

The realisation was caustic. Mordant. Burning at you like the scorched air in your lungs.

"You're a monster," you spat the words, mouth watering in your haste to let ichor drip forth and blacken him as much as the foul, brackish water ahead.

"Noticed that, did ye," he laughed, words glancing off like feeble blows. "Best not tae piss me off, then. Stay there and behave yersel'. Company's comin'."

Glancing up at him was like a blow to the stomach, wind punched out and body shaking. You already knew that he was big, inhuman. But now you could see every inch; monstrous, twisted mockery of natural features. Like a man formed of rock, too immense and hard and jagged to pass for anything but artificial. Counterfeit. Contranatural. Creation's bastard. All tusks and teeth and shorn hair. Hair everywhere, even down his bare, bulging forearms and thick knuckles. Coarse, dark.

His eerie, bright blue eyes blazed around black, pupils wild and blown. It could be the thrill, cruel playfulness of an apex predator. Berserker-wide, coming down from the kill–

But he'd been carrying you for a while, bloodlust long-since sated on the men and manse of your homeland.

You shivered, sweat and cold mingling in a discomfiting damp that raised the hairs on your arms. (The hairs on the back of your neck were already needle-stiff and prickling).

You pocketed a stone, a big jagged filthy shard. One you hoped could bruise and slash and poison, turn wounds weeping and sick.

Now that you were silent, he seemed especially strident, swaggering around the barebones of what you supposed must be a dwelling. You felt the slight whistling of air from the cave behind, cavernous and black. If you had to run, to hide, you'd take your chances with the forest and river ahead. To be lost in the appetites of the mountain abyss would spell death as surely as at the hands of this creature.

You watched him, cocksure and comfortable as he shucked off his warhammer and began unbuckling his braces. If you could read the snarl of his crooked teeth, you'd perhaps say he was in high spirits. He sent you a wink as he shrugged off his splint-mail, gravelly laugh echoing in the cavern behind.

It disguised the approach of your visitor.

"Grabbed the wrong one, Johnny," you shrieked as something grabbed your forearm, hauling you up. Looking down you saw the muted sheen of a spiked gauntlet. Black patina, flaked in iron rust. You swallowed hard, lump in your throat so big that it caught any words that might try to escape. Him. The Black Knight. The Liar. 

"Ye said to grab the pretty one by the fancy house."

"She's not the magistrate's daughter. No ransom for her." He spun you around, metal biting hard into your chin as he arched your face towards his.

Cloaked in ink-black helm and visor, you could just about peer in to meet his gaze. He looked back with cold, assessing eyes. The voice that rumbled forth was as harsh and breccial as you remembered, words rending you apart with serrated precision: "Not worth a rescue mission."

He released your chin with a final shake of your head, huffing amusement as you rubbed at the thin scratches he left behind.

It was hard to breathe now, stomach swirling and head-light. Even if you could will yourself, it wouldn’t help. There was already a faint coppery smell leeching from the Knight; your heart recognised it even if you would not give name to it. It sped up, fast enough to rush past your ears with discordant force. 

You didn’t feel the other one step up behind you, not until it was too late. There, trapped between man and monster (man the monster), tight enough that you couldn't even shiver. You felt the power of the creature even more now without the armour, all muscle and fat, sheer power close enough to sink your fingers into. But you couldn't move, your shallow breaths already catching in your throat into soft, hitching whines. 

"Shh, it's alright, bonnie," Rough, clumsy fingers swiped under your eyes. You felt him crouch lower, stubbly hair and tusks digging into your powder-soft cheek. "Looks like we're gonnae have tae keep you, then."

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[streysteal]

4 drawings to accompany the prologue of a story me, Yaboytayto and M has been working on. Its Ghoap, it was initially inspired by the last unicorn but morphed into taking inspiration from Game of Thrones, the dark crystal as well as more dark fantasy themes. I'm going to post drawing along with the chapters as they come out. Here is the fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56336386/chapters/143135686

[eiraeths]

thinking about a medieval ghoap au and there’s some lavender marriage stuff going on.

knight ghost maybe? maybe i just want to draw him in armor

idk

i think some medieval angst could spice up my life

[random-thots-masterlist]

Random Thot’s Masterlist

Symbol Key:

🌶️- sexually explicit 

🥵- spicy; sexy language and/or situations. No explicit sex

🍒- hints of spice. No reason to clutch your pearls.

💔- angst; hurt/no comfort

💕- fluff 

😈- dark/yandere content - may be triggering! Mind the tags!

🤡- crack (humor/funny elements)

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Holiday themed fics - 🎄(Christmas/Yule)

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Note: ALL sexually explicit fics will be marked.

Call of Duty

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Ghost:

🌶️ A Dark & Stormy Night

🌶️ ’S’

🌶️ Dark Knight Ghost (Medieval AU)

💔❓Mystery! Reverse Trope (guess the trope prompt)

🍒 That Staring Drabble

🌶️ Late Night Double Decker Delight

💕 That Blind Date Story

🌶️ A Helping Hand

🌶️ That Drunk Simon Story

🌶️😈 That Simon's Not a Good Man Story

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Love Thy Frenemy (Frenemies/Tenderness AU)

🌶️ Try a Little Tenderness (one-shot that inspired the series)

🎄Where the Love Light Gleams (Xmas One-Shot)

1. It’s a Start

2. The Myth of a Rainy Night

3. The Purgatory Between

4. Like Heartbreaking New Friends

Interlude: The Life of a Ghost

5. The Meat You Feed On

Interlude: Dinner & a Movie

6. A Terrible Thing to Bear

7. Can’t Let Go 😈

8. Lost and Found 😈

9.Grow Me Something Better

10. Let the Sleeper Awake 🍒

Interlude - On the Streets of Soho: Just You 🌶️ 

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Soap:

🌶️ A Blanket of Stars

🌶️ Promises, Promises

💔 The Covenant (50-Word Fic Challenge)

🍒🤡 Reverse Trope: Fake Amnesia

💕 That Pregnancy Drabble

🌶️ The Panty Thief

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Dirty Little Secret (Series)

🌶️Dirty Little Secret (part 1)

💔Dirty Little Secret (part 2)

💔Dirty Little Secret (part 3)

🍒Dirty Little Secret (part 4)

💕Dirty Little Secret (part 5)

🥵Dirty Little Secret (part 6)

🌶️Dirty Little Secret (part 7)

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Gaz:

🌶️A Nice Guy

🍒Reverse Trope: Love Triangle

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Better Not to Know (Series)

🌶️Better Not to Know + Pt. 1

     Better Not to Know + Pt. 2

💔Better Not to Know + Pt. 3

💔Better Not to Know + Pt. 4

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Captain John Price:

🌶️Going Down?

🌶️Good King John (Medieval AU)

🌶️ That Don't Touch My Man Drabble

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Ghoap:

💕 That Plushie Story

🤡 🥵 Freaky Friday Imagine

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TF 141:

💕 Too Many Beds

🌶️ Naughty HC's - 69

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Writing Challenges/Prompts

🌶️ The Acolyte (#50 word fic challenge - CoD Character)

💔 The Covenant (#50 word fic challenge - John Soap MacTavish)

💕 Quiet (K)night (#cali’s nameless challenge)

💕 Reverse Trope Prompt: Too many beds (TF 141 x reader)

🍒 Reverse Trope Prompt: Fake amnesia (Soap x reader)

🍒 Reverse Trope Prompt: Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead (Gaz x reader)

🍒❓ Reverse Trope Prompt: Mystery prompt! Prompt reveal is in the end notes. (Ghost x reader)

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CoD Medieval AU One Shots

🌶️ Dark Knight Ghost

🌶️ Good King John

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Los Vaqueros:

Rudy Parra

🌶️ A Patient Man

The Mandalorian:

🌶️ Don’t Leave Me Hangin’

🖤The more thots I have, the more dumpster fires fics you’ll see.

[the-nex]

@groguspicklejar girl was NOT ready