#medieval scenarios

[cinnabons-treasure-trove]

Consort Merlin: [shining Arthur's armour]

King Arthur: [staring at his consort] You know you're not my manservant anymore, right love?

Consort Merlin: [humming] I know, but your safety is still my priority, that includes making sure your armour and weapons aren't rusted or tampered with.

King Arthur: [smiling fondly] Of course sweetheart.

[wonder-worker]

Wild how we know that Elizabeth Woodville was officially appointed to royal councils in her own right during her husband’s reign and fortified the Tower of London in preparation of a siege while 8-months pregnant and had forces gathering at Westminster “in the queen’s name” in 1483 – only for NONE of these things to be even included, let alone explored, in the vast majority of scholarship and historical novels involving her.

[cpt-winters]

Lil' Bit of Medieval Whump

Whumpee gasped for air as Whumper yanked at the chain, giving it no slack as they strutted across the feasting hall. Whumpee's fingers clenched around the collar tightened around his neck, a futile effort to ease it as Whumper tugged on the chain.

The heavy oak doors slammed closed behind the two, commanding the attention of each of the warriors filling the room.

Whumpee's cheeks flushed crimson at the humiliation as he stumbled behind Whumper, struggling to preserve a slither of dignity by avoiding being dragged toward the Warlord.

"You treat him like a dog," the Warlord sighed as Whumper approached and took their seat to his right, forcing Whumpee to kneel beside them.

"Why shouldn't I? He has been defeated,” Whumper declared proudly, shooting Whumpee a smile as he glared back from his spot on the floor.

"I will choke you with this chain..." Whumpee growled quietly. His gaze was abruptly pulled from the floor as Whumper jerked the chain, forcing their eyes to meet.

"What was that, Knight?" Whumper taunted.

"N-nothing," came the strangled reply.

"Where is your honour, Whumper? “ the Warlord questioned, shaking his head as he took a sip from his goblet. “He was a great warrior.”

"Was, Lord,” Whumper corrected, finally releasing Whumpee from their grip. “And now he may serve as a trophy. Nothing more.”

[renjwoo]

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[shes-some-other-where]

June of Doom Day 10, Day 12, Day 17

“Can you hear me?” | Fear | “You don’t want to do that.” | Struggle | Grief

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Contains: royalty whump, restraints, death mention, murder mention, fantasy drug/potion, threats

WC: 620

Mark my words

A door creaked open. Light flashed, illuminating his prison: a dark dungeon cell with a single door, thick wood with only a tiny, barred opening through which a guard might peer to inspect his prisoner and ensure he still drew breath. It swung wide, swaying on its rusted hinges. The seer flinched at the door’s ominous croak.

In stepped a man he’d never seen before.

“Seer-prince,” said the stranger. “Or, rather, former prince.”

The seer thrashed in his chains, choking on words he didn’t have the time or wherewithal to plan. Stifled words of rage and confusion—and fear.

“Your family’s line is ended, and you are a prisoner,” said the stranger. He folded his arms, watching the seer’s struggles coolly. “The former king and queen are dead. You serve a new queen, and a new crown prince.” He smiled. “Me.”

Dead. “No,” he tried to say. “No!”

“Yes. Killed, too, is your brother. And your court. Nothing remains.”

“My . . . brother . . . ?” Only seventeen. Brave and brash. Dead.

“Slain with my own blade. I slit his throat.”

The grey eyes glinted, as if he knew was the seer would ask next. As if he anticipated it.

“My . . . sister . . .” He coughed, forcing out the garbled syllables, as shock and panic burrowed into him even more.

Dead?

The usurper grinned. “Alive.” He chuckled. “And she will remain so, if you do as I say. So, listen well.”

Too much, too fast. His parents and brother, slaughtered. His sister, living—but where? Hurt? What had happened to her? Had she witnessed the murders? Had this killer really kept her alive? To what purpose? Was it too much to hope for? What if this so-called prince was lying?

And how was he to know, locked in a dungeon, with no memories to fall back on because he’d been too much of a coward to face his visions every night?

“I said, listen, seer.”

The voice was cold and cruel, sneering and harsh, but it was not wrathful. It did not shout. Its patience was wearing thin, but that patience endured. For now.

With no other option, the seer looked up. The usurper’s image swam and wobbled.

“I own you now,” said the usurper, “and your fascinating little magic trick.” He smiled. “Ah—yes—I know about your visions, and how you chose the path of weakness to avoid them. There will be no more of that. All you see? Mine to know.” He stepped forward and crouched, and though he lowered his voice, the words only seemed to grow louder. “You will spill every secret, and your precious sister lives another day.”

The revulsion, the thought of coping with the visions every night for the rest of his life until they finally destroyed him, had him shaking his head in horror.

“Oh,” said the usurper softly. “Mark my words. You don’t want to refuse me. I will not make this kind, merciful offer again. So. In case your soft, drug-addled brain didn’t comprehend the first time, I will repeat myself once. Do you hear me? Only once.”

The seer stilled, bile burning hot and rancid in his throat.

“You are mine to wield and to control. There will be no more suppressing of your visions. If you don’t learn to control this gift of yours, and if you refuse to share what you learn with me and the queen you now serve, I will kill your sister in front of you, and then it will be your turn, and your family’s bloodline will be ended once and for all.”

The tears in the seer’s eyes spilled over, soaking into the heavy muzzle that rendered him unable to acquiesce. The chains fell still and silent.

The usurper prince smiled again.

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All my writing is original. Feel welcome to interact/comment/reblog. Pls don’t steal or repost.

[enbycrip]

Sitcom/dramedy idea - loosely, *loosely* based on the Wanderings of St Cuthbert.

Your protagonists are six idiot novices/barely monks sent running out the monastery ahead of a Viking attack by their elderly grumpy yet badass mentor who stays behind to cover their escape with the corpse of their monastery’s saintly founder.

The rest of the series is them wandering northern England with the *remarkably active* saintly lich, who has no one else other than these utterly clueless dickheads with which to right wrongs, fight paganism and Vikings and find himself another foundation.

[the-baby-storyteller]

Legally-owned Whumpee in a proprietary society saying, “I belong to Caretaker” when propositioned by Whumper as the only way for them to be able to “turn Whumper down” is to belong to someone else.

But Caretaker only owns them superficially to keep them safe and hates when they seriously refer to themself as property.

Caretaker finding out about this interaction and becoming severely pained.

[one-piece-aus]

I can't wait for your whumptober <33 can i request Sanji for day 2? :・'°☆

Of course, Sanji is one of my favourites to write angst for~ and I'm happy you enjoy my Whumptober ^-^

Whumptober Day 2

Prince Sanji x Reader

Warning: Sad drinking

"Sanji, we- we can't be together, you're a prince."

"I don't care about that life, all I want is you." Sanji held your hands and pulled you closer. "I can't imagine my life without you, [Y/n]."

You smiled and rested your forehead against his. You stared into those blue eyes, they were so full of love and adoration for you. Moving your hand out of his grasp, you delicately laid your fingers over his cheek.

"You are the only man I can ever love," you said as your other hand moved to hold his cheek.

Sanji placed his hand over top of yours, caressing them. "What if we ran away together?"

You laughed, thinking his suggestion was a joke. "Are you mad? We'd be caught within a day."

"Not with the route I planned out, they'll never find us."

You giggled and had to take a step back to calm yourself down yet as you glanced back at him when your laughs stopped, you saw his eyes with the look of when they were determined to do something. Could he- no?

"You're serious?"

"I wanted to ask you for a long time." Sanji stepped toward you. "But I needed to find a way to make it possible, I didn't want it to be some distant dream, I wanted- needed it to be real."

His hands cupped your cheeks, brushing your hair to the side so he could see your beautiful soft eyes.

"You mean... you really do want to run away... with me?" You could hardly grasp the idea to be any more than a dream.

"I already planned out the path we'll take, I packed everything I need, we can leave tomorrow night."

"Tomorrow night?"

Sanji nodded.

"That quickly?"

He nodded again.

"I... I don't what to pack... I-"

Sanji took notice of your worry and held your hands to bring your attention back to him. Your doe eyes peer at his soft expressions giving to a reassuring smile.

"Just bring what is important to you, I can buy the rest if we need to."

"Are... are you sure about this?" you asked, still wondering if he thought this through.

Sanji brought your hands to his lips and kissed them. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You travelled through the forest boarding the North side of the kingdom's walls, stopping in front of the massive oak tree he told you to meet him by. With the sun only setting, you sat down by its roots and rested your eyes.

When you woke up, the full moon hung high over your head and you rubbed your eyes, a little confused about where you were until you remembered why you were here. You glanced around wondering where Sanji was. He should've been here by now.

"Sanji?"

Crickets chirped in response. You rose to your feet and began walking around the tree, calling his name.

"Sanji? Saaaaaaaaanji!"

Minutes passed, minutes turned into hours. Your mind started to whisper that he set you up, that he didn't mean anything he said. You didn't want to believe these doubts but as dawn approached, you frowned and picked up your things.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"And I left," you told the ravenette beside you, finishing the last of your drink.

"A sad ending to a beautiful love story," the lady commented, tapping the side of her cup.

She had found you at the bar alone and decided to take the seat next to you, inquiring why you were moping in the tavern all alone. Now here you are, your life's story spilled and an empty mug in front of you.

"You know..." You started while staring into the mug. "I really thought he meant it... he seemed so genuine..."

"You wouldn't be the first to be fooled," the ravenette said, taking a sip from her drink.

"Yeah, I guess..." You pushed the mug away from you.

"I know from experience too," the lady set her drink down and set a bag of coins on the table. "Men like them, they don't care about you. They'll say all the things you want and once they have your heart... they leave..."

You lay your head on the bar, zoning out. You felt numb, empty. You didn't have a clue what you were going to do next. You only knew one thing.

You'll never love again.

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Part 2 here

[blackrosesandwhump]

Whump Prompt 94

Write something inspired by this scenario:

"I'm...I'm dying," gasped the knight as blood bloomed across his ashen skin.

The necromancer smiled. "I can bring you back. But you will belong to me. Make your choice."

[giigil]

10.18: 𖤓 ﹒The Prince in search of the Truth.

The Lady Knight Series.

Notes: ALRIGHT YALL. BIGGEST AU WE HAVE YET FOR BOTS. YAHHHHHHH. The first bot we have in a line of however many I can fucking come up with. LOL. There's a guide for this inside the bot itself if you wanna read up. There's no need to follow it, though! It's free real estate. 😎😎😎 Go crazy mfs

Guide.

Steering his steed down the beaten dirt path of Innisboia Wood, not too far from the mountainous nation of the Kingdom of Todora, Prince Satoru mutters under his breath, a downcast look in his eyes as he’s lost deep in thought.

“Was it all a lie?” he asks himself quietly, his grip on the reins tightening the further he travels through the quiet, desolate forest. “Damnit—where the hell are you?”

𖤓

Two days prior was Todora’s annual kingdom-wide celebration. After completing his orderlies, Satoru invited his knight and close confidant Aiko to tag alongside him, and they spent the rest of the day with one another. No armor, no weapon, or formalities required; they were just two normal people enjoying the festivities together without a worry for titles or duties. It concluded in good spirits with a grand spectacle of fireworks and Satoru escorting her back to her living quarters with the two bidding their farewells.

For once, Satoru was happy, even with his arranged marriage to Princess Utahime nearing.

That following afternoon, however, he received news that she disappeared and declared a traitor by his father’s council. They charged her with treason, placed an abnormally large bounty on her head, and sent a group of men outside the kingdom’s walls to retrieve her.

In the dead of night, he set off on his own to search for her. He doesn’t believe a word that comes from those bastards in the council; they’re old and pompous, with no regard to anything around them. They especially aren't favorable to {{user}} as she's the kingdom’s first female knight.

Satoru is in a hurry to find {{user}} before anyone else does; he wants to hear the truth from her with his own ears.

There are three places he believes she might have gone: Bordraine Grove, the place she often accompanied him to when he needed a breather from his life as a royal; her native village, Allidea; or the seaside Principality of Kairos.

[cinnabons-treasure-trove]

Arthur: Merlin, I specifically told you to stay put!

Merlin: *nuzzling Arthur's face, wrapping his arms around the King's shoulders*

Merlin: But I wanted to come along, you said I could if I did all my chores. I did ALL of my chores.

Gwaine, popping up out of nowhere: He's not wrong, you did say that. Right Leon?

Leon, don't know how he got there: He's right sire, I heard you mentioning that.

Arthur: *fuming whilst holding Merlin*

Arthur: You two! Go and, and do something—

Gwaine salutes and pulls Leon towards the tavern

Arthur: *looks down at Merlin* —you're going straight to bed!

Merlin: Your bed?

Arthur: *sighing fondly* Yes, my bed

[whumpdaydreamerx]

A knight Whumpee who has been stabbed by the Whumper behind closed doors. Being caught off guard, they couldn't unsheathe their sword in time.

Even now as they draw their blade, it's too little, too late. As they attempt to point their sword at the Whumper, they can't fight the unsteadiness that overtakes their body as they begin to sway from the blood loss.

All they can manage as their hand drops, is to use their sword as a crutch. Staggering away from their enemy, their survival instincts screaming at them to get away. As they attempt to stumble away – their sword as their cane – blood begins to spill from their mouth, and their face tightens to a grimace as the pain gets to be too much.

Whumper chuckles as Whumpee’s unsteady weight causes the sword to slip from their grasp. As the sword clatters to the ground, Whumpee hits the floor with a pained grunt. They feel their body getting heavier as they struggle to crawl away.

With a strained groan, Whumpee rolls over. "Please…" they mumble passed the blood in their mouth. Whumper strides over to kneel next to Whumpee. They shake their head.

"And to think, you were a knight." They scoff. "Pathetic."

[four-bastard-bustle]

Edd likes asking the other three "hey do you think we'd still be friends if (insert alternate universe scenario here)" questions

[charcoalsketches]

I don’t think this needs a cw but thorn crown?

“There will come a ruler

Whose brow is laid in thorn

Smeared with oil like David's boy

Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord…”

[neon-danger]

my baldurs gate hyperfixation is getting bad enough that I’m thinking about bard!alex and rogue!jack on an illithid adventure

[shes-some-other-where]

The Cursebreaker and the Crown (June of Doom 2024) Masterlist

(in progress)

Major content warnings: royalty whump, ladywhump, dudewhump, noncon/SA, suicidal ideation + suicide attempt

The night the royal family fell

A silent scream —Day 1, 2, & 7: “Help me.” | Nightmare

What savagery is this? — Day 3, 6, 13, 22: “Well, well, well…” | Hiding | Ambushed | Flinch | “Wait!” | Poison | Bedridden

A bitter magic, a curse — Day 6, 13, 22: Broken Promise | Sacrifice | Poison | Bedridden

Trapped — Day 10, 12, 17: Fear | Dehydration | Struggle

Mark my words — Day 10, 12, 17: “Can you hear me?” | Fear | “You don’t want to do that.” | Struggle | Grief

One grievous mistake — Day 9, 12, 25: “I made a mistake.” | Acceptance | “I can’t stand seeing you like this.” | Guilt

To spit on your kindness and mercy — Day 9, 12: “I made a mistake.” | Accident | Acceptance | “I can’t stand seeing you like this.” | Grief

Where does your loyalty lie now? — Day 9, 24, 25: Blame | “Let’s get you cleaned up.” | Guilt | Failure

Five years later

Violet, ochre, and rose — Day 4, 23: “Does that hurt?” | Punishment | Rules

Docile as a lamb — Day 5: “It’s not as bad as it looks.” | Bite

The weight of guilt — Day 16: “At least it can’t get any worse.” (1/3)

The unmistakable sapor of a curse — Day 16: “At least it can’t get any worse.” (2/3)

Blood-red lips and blush-dusted cheeks — Day 16: “At least it can’t get any worse.” (3/3)

A very interesting companion — Day 16, alt prompt: Secret | Setback | “Who did this to you?”

Lurid yellow, sinister black — Day 14, 23: “What were you thinking?” | You’re doing great.”

A wolf in sheep's clothing — Day 14, 23: “What were you thinking?” | Surrender | Outmatched | Trembling | Rules |

Yes, Your Highness — Day 8, 26, alt prompt: “This is your last chance.” | “Don’t lie to me.” | Rage | Choke | “Don’t make me say it again.”

Deadness where there had before been life — Day 6, 11: “We’re out of time.” | Collapse

Light yet glowing in the sky — Day 3, 11, 18, 20: Stalking | “I can handle it.” | Scrape | “I’m fine.” | “We’re out of time.”

Burnt sugar and rotting flesh — Day 3, 10, 18, 19: Ambushed | Self-defence | “This can’t be happening!”

A curse that needs breaking — Day 8, 18, 27, 28, alt prompt: Chair | Headache | “Or what?” | Defiance | Gag | “You poor thing.”

Threads of sorrow and screams —Day 2, 10, 13, 24, 29: Made to Watch | “Can you hear me?” | Fear | Adrenaline | Blankets | Delirium

Wet-paper petals — Day 19, 21, 27, 28, 29: “This can’t be happening!” | Sobbing | Dissociation | Stairs | Display | Last Resort | Numb | Gag | “I’m so cold.”

A man or a monster? — Day 15, 28, 30: Rescue | Presumed Dead | “Say something.” | Shock

Bleeding, fraying edges — Day 15, 28: “Get me out of here!” | Rescue | Gag

title forthcoming — Day 15, 28, 30: Rescue | Presumed Dead | “Say something.” | “Breathe, damn you!” | Shock |

title forthcoming — alt prompts: “Please don’t leave me.” | “I’m not okay.”