#mideval au!

[mischiefnevermanaged89-blog]

Such a good one!!😍💜

Rightfully deceived

Series Masterlist

Summary: When a marriage promise forces Y/N to step up for her younger sister, she gets something she always wanted. But when the truth comes out, her new husband Dean is not so happy about the mix-up. Will she loose it all? Or will she be surprised in the end?

Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: arranged marriage, lying, abbondanment, forced proximity, jealousy, fluff, smut and a couple of other things.

A/N: Hello! 😊 On to the next one. I do have to say that "Outlander" and some of my fav books influenced me here. We'll be going to scotland in the 1800's somewhere. I actually had a similar dream and I could not get it out of my head. So, I hope you like it too.

My Masterlist

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Epilogue

Series complete!

[aldimarribeirosblog]

Hello my friends!

[startheskelaton]

Are nightflyer and slipstream still adopted in the fantasy au or are they biologically starscreams? And like. Are they not robots anymore or just kinda robots? (Also did Optimus actually die in childbirth this time?)

I wanna say those two are biologically Starscream’s….. I like to think Starscream tried to baby trap Skyfire twice but Skyfire just straight up left before realizing both times because

1: his self esteem was so low he couldn’t believe that he’d actually be able to have a family with Starscream one day.

2: his true passion in life was to travel and study every corner of the earth, so being tied down wasn’t the life for him.

Also for the “are they robots”…. I don’t know, don’t worry about it

[spiderpupware]

[liiahearts]

I've been dying to yap/share about this!

[Drawing above is Togame's first years as a witch 🔮]

In a medieval setting where witchcraft is forbidden, Togame lives a double life. By day, he is a quiet, unassuming librarian in the village. However, once he leaves the village, he retreats to a secluded cabin deep within the woods, where his true nature as a witch remains hidden from the suspicious eyes of the townsfolk.

Togame’s path to witchcraft began long ago, during a dark time in his life. His studies led him to cross paths with a mysterious black cat, a demon seeking for a new witch to be their familiar. In a moment of desperation, Togame formed a pact with the creature, binding their fates.

Togame learned early on that discovery meant death. The villagers were deeply superstitious, and witch hunts were common. To maintain his secrecy, Togame mastered the art of deception. His library was not just a repository of knowledge, but a fortress of concealment. He curated mundane texts to keep the villagers placated, while hiding the darker, magical tomes in a secret compartment beneath the floorboards of his home.

The cat is Choji btw ヽ( 'ω' )ﾉ and there are other supernatural beings other than witches in this AU. Kame is just the centre of this story.

[sorrowsdespair]

Contains: Kenjaku is not Geto, saintness reader, not proofread, written as notes, multiple characters x reader was in mind, Gender neutral reader but male reader was the original format so please kindly point out any he/him pronouns address the reader that I missed

Inspired by House Of Alphas by Sadistic-kiss

Imagine:

A Modern era mix with medieval themes. Major clans upgraded to kingdoms but the main focus will be Ryomen ruled by Sukuna, Zen’in ruled by Naobito, Gojo ruled by Satoru, Kamo ruled by a Kamo.

Neutral grounds that belong to Tengen as they are what’s preventing the cursed lands from spreading, protecting each kingdom from the mindless, and had paths built connect each kingdom to another.

Everyone is alive, curse techniques and the schools exist. Jujutsu is in Gojo kingdom, as the Kyoto is in the Kama kingdom. Riko Amanai and Yuki Tsukumo are Tengen’s disciples called the Star Plasma those who have similar abilities as Tengen. Toji hides in the Gojo kingdom and has a deal with Satoru to protect his kids in exchange he’ll act a Satoru’s lapdog. Suguru is Satoru’s husband. Yuji and Choso are Sukuna’s sons.

Kenjaku will be using the body of Getou’s ancestor. He’ll be the antagonist as he’s the embodiment of the Cursed lands. Maihto Jojo dagon and Hanami will be his creations. He blends in with society as long with his four children.

There’s a difference between Curse spirits that roam the world and the ones that live in the kingdoms. Sentient Curses are basically like Yōkai and they mainly from Sukuna’s kingdom. As for Mindless Curses are unknown spirits that will kill humans and Sentient Curses for their negative cursed energy.

Mindless Curses get stronger for killing someone with cursed energy even if someone contains little of it. Mindless Curses aren't created by humans but by a another factor. In the cursed lands that remain untouched due to the overwhelming numbers of Mindless Curses and by a strange force that will turn anyone who step onto the lands into a mindless curse.

The leaders of each kingdom go to Tengen’s place to have a meeting about the mindless and what to do. Yuki brings up some old prophecy she found of a Saintess that will have the power to combat the mindless and enter the cursed lands taking down the barrier that prevents anyone from entering further, Gojo is the only one who can enter the cursed lands due to his infinity but cannot destroy the barrier, Tengen refuses and reveals that to summon a Saintness requires a heavy sacrifice but if done incorrectly will have dire consequences as it was done once a long time ago and they had witnessed the catastrophic events. By the end, they had made a vote and it ended up as the majority voted to attempt summoning the Saintess. Unknown that Kenjaku was disguised during the meeting.

The summoning required a vacant virgin body of someone who died that very day for the Saintess to host. It must take place at night with a full moon and clear skies with no clouds in sight.

Kenjaku sabotaged the summoning towards the end but he was too late as You are transported into another body of someone who died that same day.

Tengen expected the night stars to fall towards them just like what they witnessed but nothing happened. They realized that the summon must have work and that the Saintess must be in another body.

You are confused when opened your eyes seeing that you are in a wooden box, realizing it is a closed coffin. Of course, this prompts you to start screaming and banging on the coffin until someone opened. It was during the original host(OG) funeral, OG’s family, friends, plus others are overjoyed to see you up. This starts a rumor about You being blessed by the gods

You questions who they are and where you are causing OG’s family to freaking out when the pastor(?) calmly explains that it possible for him to have amnesia as he was dead for hours.

[pastelmuppet]

Anyone want some ROYALTY MAYHEM??? One of my favorite fandoms of the Electric Mayhem I’ve ever drawn since I became an official Mayhead..:3

Bow down to the 6 main majesties who own and rule the Hip ‘n Groovy Kingdom! Where peace and love is the only rule and no wars shall commence!!

[grainsofexcellence]

Middle of the Night is COMPLETE!

Notes:

Okay friends -- I heard you. A lot of you wanted the whole thing posted before reading it. You have your wish -- here is the final chapter!

Thank you so much to all of you for helping me reach 20k views! I will for sure be pursing publishing this eventually whether with a publisher or on my own due to the response. I appreciate every single person who engaged with this story. If you think you might ever want a physical copy make sure to follow my socials to stay in the loop with everything that I do and updates about new stories.

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NEW Pinkpillow19 Stories:

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Artificial Dreams (AI Theme)

The Devil To Your Right

[n0nam3fand0mch1ld]

Warning: Depicts a puppet being hanged even if it is drawn, so not see if you do not want to.

Hang the puppet.

Without the tint.

Takes place when Pinocchio was hanged by thieves.

The puppeteer gave Pinocchio new clothes after the child had torn theirs, an excuse for me to try a different color palette on him and try to mimic those midevil clothes.)

A au of mine called “The tales of a puppet” (do not question why I made one).

[fishyvamp]

Thinking about Court Jester!Ghostface standing on stage at a festival. the queen is sat beside the King with two brave knights by their sides. The man who dares to scream and taunt on stage for all to see;

"Ladies and slimes and everyone who dares to climb, come quick, come quick!" Bells ringing as he prances around the stage his hat flopping about as children giggle at the scene. "I have a tale to share in honor of our newly crowned queen!" He bowed twirling his hat off his head revealing a mop of shaggy disheveled black hair. His eyes glancing up lingering on each one standing in the royal stand. Smirking as he felt the Captain stare him down. "I have tale, most fictional! But it tis grand and it tis smart and it tis only mine to tell. So listen closely..." He voice dropping softly watching as the crowd leaned in only to shout, "but not too close! For I shall scream my tale for it must be seen!"

Arms raised to the sky the bells of his feet jingling as he moved about, "tis a dark tale of deception, murder, and most importantly—" his wrist flicking out to reveal a rose holding it out to you to take, "Love most forbidden." A smile bright on his painted face.

He stood up straight covering his face, "but oh contrare my most debonair for I hath seen it's beauty plain in the eye of my mind it drives me insane I might die!" He placed above his head rocking on his feet as if to faint, falling back before stomping forward startling the crowd. "But I shall live and release this pain for all to hear so I may gain some semblance of..." His breath stalling the sentence trailing off his gaze cast downward seemingly locked on you. Before snapping away.

"there once was lonely prince of far away whose desires of love were not what he should crave. A servant! A slave!" He shouted crouching low hands in front of him as if ready to lunge, "A slave? You might say, tis true. A prince who was blue who craves a slave. A slave who is bound with one rule, a rule only a fool would break. Protect the prince, let him not ache. For if he did, the king would quake."

The court jester looked upon the crowd eyeing each and everyone memorizing their looks. His movements wide and broad, "Little did the king of madness know of the prince of sadness that he already ached, his mind slaved away trying to purge his thoughts of gay." He clawed at his clothes as his cadence became desperate. Falling to his knees, before looking up with soulful look. "The king must never know." He whispered longingly reaching out to the captain of the guard. Head dropping as he turned to the crowd face going blank. "The slave must never know." Hands pawing at the stage as he crawled along the polished wood, bells clanging with each step. "The slave must never know," he repeated reaching out to you. Before pulling away abruptly rising to his feet hands held to his chest.

"but if madness know anything, it knows to hurt." The words almost melancholy, "it knows to look; to find the sadness and make it grow! It lashes! lashes out tearing into flesh and bone!" His words louder with each word as he pulls away from himself, "you could hear the cry and as the slave screamed, chained and bound; helpless to fight, for the prince he must protect, but the king he must serve."

The jesters hands falling to his sides as he bows his head, "the prince he must protect, but the king he must serve" his words echoing on the stage. His pacing slow as he carried on, "the slave wept mourning the prince. Mourning the softness he brought. The slave had been greedy, being so needy as to crave the prince himself... He too died that day a heart so shattered it could scarcely beat." A single tear sliding down his face as he lets a silence linger over the space. "Tis a shame that tattered lovers were torn apart, but fret not their corpses did rise. A secret they vowed to keep the slave purging himself of his vows as he plunged a blade deep in the chest of a beast who will forever now sleep!"

The jester now facing the new queen, "whatever do you think a bride feel to know her groom had lied? To think he lived a corpse that loved another, but will never love her?" The Queen's personal guard moving closer hand on the back of her chair. The jester already thinking of ways to tell that tale at the next festival. The King's inner circle knows the truth, but to you it is just a tragedy. A story told by a man you wish would pay you mind even off that wretched stage. The rose sharp in your hand blood staining the stone below you as you clutched that rose.

[untoastted]

The fools, I want to squish them <3

[jessjad]

Rightfully deceived

Epilogue

Summary: When a marriage promise forces Y/N to step up for her younger sister, she gets something she always wanted. But when the truth comes out, her new husband Dean is not so happy about the mix-up. Will she loose it all? Or will she be surprised in the end?

Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1079

Warnings: none really.

A/N: I hope you all had wonderful holidays and a good start into the new year! 😁 And here is the end of my story. All mistakes are mine! Enjoy!

Series Masterlist My Masterlist

One year later...

It was late November again, a bitterly cold wind was blowing across the country and the first snow had already fallen. A sight that always made Y/N wistful. She looked out the window across the white fields and icy trees to the horizon, behind which the sun had now almost disappeared. The orange-red light made the snow sparkle. Her mom had loved winter, which made the memories of her death bittersweet.

A lot had happened in the last year and Y/N had often wished she could exchange a few words with her mom, ask her for advice or just hug her. She had been the good soul of her clan and had cared for everyone. A trait that the young woman hoped she had inherited. But there was no way to talk to her anymore and so Y/N had to do a lot of things alone for the first time.

It had often been difficult or even frightening, but Millie had always been by her side and supported her from woman to woman. But not just her. Dean hadn't left her alone anymore either. Although it wasn't always that easy for him too. But each situation had strengthened their relationship more and more.

When Y/N thought of her husband, she couldn't help but smile. She had loved him for so long and her heart almost burst with happiness because Dean had also loved her before. Even if it took him a long time to realize it. And he had tried to explain it to her over and over again. The Alex incident had been followed by many long nights of conversation. Honest, open hours full of feelings and affection. There had been days when she no longer believed that this was even possible.

The door behind her opened and Dean walked in, carrying some firewood under his arm. As soon as he saw his wife standing at the window turning to him with a loving smile, he had to smile too. What kind of year had it been? It had had its ups and downs and often wasn't easy, but they had persevered through everything together.

It had shocked his clan when Dean had shot Alex. Many people didn't understand it at first, but there were enough witnesses on the tower who could confirm the necessity. But it probably hit Cassie the most. In the days that followed, she seemed completely different. She had withdrawn and appeared thoughtful. After about four days, she had sincerely apologized to Y/N and Dean for her behavior and told them that she couldn't stay here any longer.

Y/N had reacted to this with mixed feelings. After all, Cassie hadn't tried to drive her away or kill her. And even though she was offended by her behavior, his wife had shown compassion. In the end, she could understand what it was like to be in love with someone for a long time without those feelings being reciprocated. But Cassie couldn't stay any longer and so they let her go.

"You okay there, my love?" asked Dean as he put more firewood on the fire.

"Yes, yes. It's just this time of year and the snow." Y/N answered and turned back to the window.

Dean stood up again and came over to her. He put his arms around her from behind and looked out into the wintry world with her for a while. He knew that it made her a little melancholy, but that also passed.

"I just prefer summer." she turned around in Dean's arms. "Especially when you're on the high seas."

He had to chuckle at that and hugged his wife a little tighter.

Y/N had accompanied him on many business trips and in May Dean had extended the business trip by three weeks and had taken her to France. Also so that he could show her the stars on the open sea on clear early summer nights.

"We can do that again next year." he replied, which earned him a beaming smile from his wife.

"But you know it won't be as easy as this year, right? After all, we're not alone anymore."

Dean smiled now. "Which probably makes it even nicer." He gave her a quick kiss on the lips and let go of Y/N to go to the second door in the bedroom, which was open a crack and gave a small glimpse into the room behind it.

They had had to switch bedrooms three months ago and had now moved into a larger room because they simply needed the extra space. And they were also closer to Sam and Millie, who had finally gotten married in July and were now overjoyed themselves.

"How is he doing?"

"No! Stop, Dean! You're gonna wake Connor up!" Y/N whispered loudly with a chuckle as she saw how Dean attempted to open the door a little further.

"He'll be fine." He replied, but hesitated for a second before he opened the door a little more.

Y/N came over to him and both looked to the small bed in which their son lied and slept peacefully.

Dean pulled Y/N to his side and she hugged him back. He placed a kiss on her hairline, enjoying the warmth she gave off. The last year had so many firsts for them and sometimes he couldn't believe how happy he was now. Dean looked at Y/N and knew that she was a big part of this and he would do anything to not lose her again.

"He has your eyes." The woman said lovingly.

"And he has your nose." Dean countered with a smile.

"Come on. We should let him sleep as long as he does so calmly and peacefully." Y/N said and turned away from the door again.

Dean did the same. "You're probably right." But his wife couldn't go far before he took her back into his arms. "Actually, I was thinking about something." Dean grinned.

"And what is that?" although Y/N already had an idea.

"I'm sure Connor would like to have a little sister." he wiggled his eyebrows and Y/N laughed. She pressed herself a little tighter against him and looked at him lovingly.

"I'm not sure if it will work that quickly, but we can practice anytime if you want." Now she wiggled her eyebrows and Dean laughed.

"That's sounds like a solid plan to me, sweetheart." Dean agreed and begann to kiss her with all his heart.

A/N: And now we're truly at the end here. I'm a little sad now, tbh. 🥹

It has been such a ride and I wanna thank all of you who have joined me on this. And I want to thank everyone who left me feedback or reblogged my story. I was so overwhelmed with the responses and I felt so blessed. I appreciate you all so much! 💜 And I hope we see us again in february to my new story. 😁

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[generaltrashshecox]

FUCK FUCK FUCK I JUST HAD AN IDEA I'M SO- this will probably never come to fruition but I have to write it down aidj

Ian and Damien are brothers from a wealthy family who has status and prestige and one day they meet a handsome young knight, Sir Anthony, and both brothers are smitten. The thing is the knight has nothing to his name coming from a lower class family but he's trying to make a name for himself.

They meet at a ball and Ian sees him first. He's taken aback by his intelligence and kindness and he kinda sweeps him off his feet. Damien arrives a little late not one for big parties but he always has to make an appearance and Ian goes to greet him when his eyes land on Anthony and something shifts. He flushes and Anthony shoots a him a smile and he ducks his head before he can make more of a fool out of himself. Because there's no way. No way a man as handsome as that, a knight, would look at him like that. He was the lowly second brother, the strange one, the one people spoke about behind his back. It wasn't that the brothers were all that different it was just Ian hid it better, he had to. But he lifts his head and the knight is still looking at him with a soft smile and there's no doubt he's looking at him. He takes his brother's arm and asks the question.

"Who is that?" he asks and Ian turns to see who he's talking about and his heart drops. It hits him that it was never meant to be truly. He was the first son, the one to inherit their family name and give them an heir. And the way Damien looks, absolutely smitten, and alive in a way Ian had never seen before he can't help but want what was best for his brother.

"Sir Anthony. Let me introduce you," he says making his way towards him.

"No, wait!" But Ian's already moving.

Ian introduces them and Anthony takes his hand as he did Ian's and kisses it softly and Damien stumbles over his words. It's done after that. They court, with chaperones of course (though there are times they sneak away and share some soft kisses as Sir Anthony touches Damien in ways he's never been touched before hands clenching on the ridges of his armor) and after months he asks for his hand in marriage which their father happily accepts never thinking his second son would actually marry.

Ian watches this all with an aching heart but it's for the best. He'd rather hurt than his little brother but he can't help but share simmering looks with the knight he could never have.

[justabigoldnerd]

Thank you so much @cha-melodius for the tag!!!!

Bare with me, folks, I just worked the most hours I've ever worked (which isn't a lot for most people, but it is for me) on shit sleep two nights in a row and I'm completely drained so I do apologize if I've posted this snippet before ajdgjsjshsjsksk but here's a bit from "I Am Your Lover (I Am Your Jailor)"

After the cheers subsided, the Queen and Solo approached the gates, greeting peasants and landowners through the gate. Illya tried to push through the crushing crowd, but they were squeezed too tightly. The drum in his ears intensified and he pushed and pushed and pushed until a tiny, echoey, pleading, voice cried, “Illya!” He froze and looked down at Gaby, who was trying in vain to wrench her hand from his. “You're hurting me,” she sobbed. Sparks of panic jolted up Illya's arm and he dropped Gaby's hand like it was a hot coal. She cradled it to her chest and cast her eyes down. “I'm….I'm sorry. I didn't….,” Illya panted, glancing back at the castle gates. The Court had said their goodbyes and were disappearing back into the castle. Grief twisted in his gut again. They were too late. He tore his eyes away from the closing oaken doors and crouched in front of Gaby, his hands on her arms. “I didn't mean to. I'm sorry,” he eased.

No pressure tagging @pippinoftheshire @yallwildinrn @huggiebird @heytheredeann @nicijones

@too-young-to-fall-in-love and anyone else who wants to join!!!

[fa1ry-sandw1ch3s-6]

Was missing pasithea powder and had a whole sketch book to finish, so I present thee

Birb Sophie Green

And

Witchy Jane Gonzalez!

I just fricking love the the detail on her wings

Impressed myself fr fr💯💯

[thevioletcobra]

So we went to the library in English class today and I caught sight of the original Robin Hood book.

Hear me out; Roleslaying with Roman Robin Hood AU. (Loosely based on the Disney version, screw Disney, but I haven’t read the actual book in years)

Reston had always been a thriving kingdom, ruled by their just and benevolent king, Ryker. The people had little worry throughout their everyday lives, and lived extremely happy and prosperous.

One day, Ryker was called on by allies to the kingdom to assist them on a warfront. His son, the young Prince Roman, should have been the one put in charge of the kingdom while he was away, but the king had deemed his son not yet worthy to rule in his place. Instead, he brought an ally of his own into the kingdom.

Remus, more commonly known as the king of Neon and ruler of the world-renowned Bard College, was brought in to rule in Ryker’s place, as the two were very close friends. However, as soon as Ryker left the walls of his kingdom, Remus’ facade quickly dropped. He began taxing the life and soul out of the poor people of Reston, his greed ever unsatisfied. The town quickly fell into a dystopian state, the people struggling to provide for themselves and their families.

Roman tried to put a stop to this, heartbroken as he watched his people suffer, but ultimately, Remus had more power than he did, and the prince ran from the palace, desperate to find someone, anyone, who could help restore his kingdom to its former glory.

Youngblood had lived in Neon for most of his childhood and teenage years. He’d always found the bright, lavish city just a bit overbearing for his tastes, but he’d stayed anyway to take care of the one person he truly lo- tolerated. He was allowed access to much more of the city and even the palace because of his connection with the king’s adopted son, Noise. The two were practically attached at the hip, hardly ever seen apart in public.

Youngblood left the city when he had accidentally overheard one of the king’s meetings, where his true intentions and personality were laid bare. It broke his heart to leave Noise by himself, but the prince understood. They exchanged words and gifts, enjoying what they thought would be their final moments together, before Youngblood left the city, putting it all behind him.

Now, after living in the backwoods of Reston for around seven years, Youngblood was miffed to find out that the king had taken to yet another town he inhabited. He had made his preparations to leave by the time the town got into a state of disarray, and was sneaking through the outskirts to try and gather whatever resources he could that weren’t directly from the people.

His escape came to an abrupt halt as he found himself face-to-face with Noise, the latter now much older, wiser, and having missed him dearly. The prince held with him a large bag of gold, which he quickly gave to Youngblood after they had properly and lovingly reunited, with instructions to distribute it amongst the people. Noise knew that the rules and regulations placed on the town by his would-be father made it entirely unlivable, and had spent much of his time redistributing the king’s wealth back to the citizens in secret.

Youngblood, with Noise’s promises of his return and their permanent reunion as well as Roman’s begs and pleads to help save the village (once the older prince had found him) weighing on his shoulders, had no choice but to become the town’s resident vigilante. He and Roman would spend the days until Ryker’s return stealing from the king and any other haughty nobles that came through and giving their wealth back to the poor.