#modern fantasy au

[queenie-ofthe-void]

Steve knows the kids are obsessed with the newest up and coming metal band, Corroded Coffin, even though their music is actually terrible. But when Robin of all people begs Steve take them to the band's next gig, he relents.

Everything starts to make a lot more sense when they walk up to the stage and there's an honest to god Siren behind the microphone, a guitar slung low on his hips with magic wafting off him in waves over the crowd.

The singer clocks him immediately and quickly schools the flash of surprise in his eyes into something more flirtatious.

Steve smiles, the cat that caught the canary. He was right. Their music really does suck, and he can't wait until tomorrow when he can rub it in his tiny human friends' faces.

Tonight, however, he's going to ruffle a pretty boy's feathers.

~~~

Eddie knows his music's horse shit, tailor made for humans- sue him, they needed the money. So he's always a little surprised when another creature finds their way to his concerts. It happens on occasion, and of course they're always welcomed. He's seen all sorts on their tour.

But something as beautifully unholy as a Nephilim?

The man with the auburn hair and hazel eyes surrounded by a gaggle of children glows with a golden aura so soft and warm Eddie's almost left speechless. Almost.

He's caught staring, but he can't take his eyes away. So Eddie does what Sirens do best. He preens, puffs his sleek black feathers just enough for only the man in the crowd to see and sings. A move typically saved for encores, the crowd goes wild with energy and pushes their way towards the stage.

The Nephi laughs, full-bodied with mirth at the antics. A beacon of golden light bursts from him, control of his halo slipping just the slightest.

It's unearthly, it's sinful, and Eddie falls to his knees in worship. The men and women caught in the halo turn to him, smiling and leaning in and touching what is Eddie's--

But the Angel relaxes, the halo draws back, and the peoples' hands fall away even though their eyes linger.

None of that matters when the Angel blows him a kiss. Eddie knows, deep in the hollows of his bones, that when he finds him after the show, he'll stretch his Angel's wings and show him just how bright his halo can glow.

[idlerin]

PHANTASMA

a haikyuu social media modern fantasy au

pairing. miya atsumu x f!reader

synopsis. someone was trying to kill miya atsumu. you don’t know who, well, what exactly was going to try and suck the life out of him (probably quite literally). what you do know is that you have to protect him—bound by oath and protocol—whether you liked it or not. out of everyone in campus, you just had to be assigned to the most arrogant and obnoxious of the bunch. this wasn’t your first rodeo but it was going to be the first pain in the ass.

tags. social media au, college au, modern fantasy au, horror (slight), comedy (yes, uhm hopefully), romance is a subplot (bc this is gonna be mostly plot-ish heavy, mostly world building and will include lots of side characters), forced proximity, atsumu is a piece of shit, you hate each other !

warnings. i cant think of much, graphic descriptions? (bc supernaturals n stuff), time stamps arent important !

status. on-going (06/19/24 —)

may the inferno bless you,

00. defend and protect

01. conflict of interest

02. im watching you

03. stalker freak

04.

05.

tba !

taglist is OPEN ! [slots taken: 20/50]

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notes. so this is like such an experiment lmao but i wanted to try mixing the social media and modern fantasy aspect ! so the story will be told in images and through a phone (crazy technology) i will cheat sometimes and use phone calls tho heheheeheh. anyways love sick will be the priority still this is my silly little side project inspired by my fav manga (tbhk) and the book ninth house (i use the term gray from there). fun fact abt me is i read mostly fantasy books but im a romance writer lol.

themes inspired by tbhk and ninth house is not mine but the overall content of this smau is. please do not repost this on any other platform. © idlerin 2024

[natalievoncatte]

Content/Trigger Warning: Violence and blood

They must have used chloroform or some other trick to knock her out. Lena almost got away. Flickers of sorcerous power -raw, unrefined, deadly in their chaotic wrath- sparked between her fingers and screamed in her bones. If she’d been more alert, if she hadn’t been be checking her phone because Kara hasn’t answered about seventeen calls and half again many texts, Lena might have blown her attacker through a wall, electrocuted the flesh from their bones, or boiled their brain in its box.

Instead they snapped a black bag over her head and she woke up here. She instantly knew that she was below ground; the magical currents in the earth were frustratingly close but cut off somehow. Reaching for them was like grabbing at a wriggling fish coated in oil.

As awareness flooded back in, she knew why: the heavy iron collar around her neck, a Luthor family relic for which one of her ancestors had paid a deathly price. A witch-collar, inscribed with hellish runes.

The bag came away from her head and she looked around. She was in a chair in a basement room, in a disused part of the family wine cellar. She blinked a few times, trying to clear her vision.

Everything was red. It took her a moment to realize the room was bathed in red light from banks of lamps all around her, all around them.

Kara lay a few yards away, curled up on the floor, bundled up in a ball. She was in her cheer uniform, her golden hair turned bronze in the strange light and her skin bruised and filthy from the rough stone floor.

That shouldn’t be… how…

Lena jumped when a nearby speaker on a table chirped with Lex’s voice.

“Hello, Lena.”

“Lex?” she snapped. “What is this? What the hell are you doing?”

“Teaching you a hard lesson,” he said. “You’ve been rolling in the dirt long enough. Father won’t have it, and he left it to me to put a stop to it.”

“Put a stop to what?”

“You’ve been rutting… if you can call it that… with that thing.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lena lied, her desperation betraying her. “Take this collar off and I’ll heal her and we’ll hope she keeps quiet about…”

“She killed one of the men I sent to take her,” said Lex. “Ripped his throat right out.”

Lena froze. “It’s not… she’s not…”

“Like that?” said Lex. “Like all the other ones? No, she’s not. At first I couldn’t fathom how she walks in daylight… but it was a simple matter to discern what wavelengths she’s sensitive to. Once I did, all I had to do was lock her up with a little of her home ambiance.”

Oh God. The lamps.

Lena rushed to where Kara lay, almost scraping her knees in the process. She rolled the other girl over and found Kara emaciated and corpselike, her skin waxy and sallow and her eyes sunken, her beauty somehow undiminished.

“I hate you,” Lena choked out “I hate you, Lex. You fucking bastard.”

“I know. You’ll get over it. Look there.”

A few feet away, a sharpened wooden stake lay on the stone tiles.

Oh no. Oh God no, not this.

“Kill her. Destroy this creature and affirm your loyalty and the collar comes off. You may think you’re powerful, but you’re not, Lena. Father has the true power here.”

“Fuck you.”

“I’m going to turn off the lamps. She’s wounded and blood-starved. It’s kill her or be killed.”

“I’d rather die.”

“So be it.”

The lamps went out with a thump, others coming on in the same instant, in the normal, cold light of the old lamps that glowed down here beneath the mansion.

Kara stirred. She rolled onto her side, then her hands and knees, and rose up to kneel. A long, rasping sound escaped her lips, half sigh and half death rattle. She looked at Lena.

“He’s right. I don’t think I can control it.”

The words came out malformed around the retractable fangs jutting from her gums. The soft red glow of her eyes swallowed the blue of her irises and she seemed lost, staring.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’d never.”

Kara swallowed, rasping against a dry throat.

“Take it.”

“No.”

Kara looked at her plaintively, then darted across the cellar on all fours, grabbing the stake herself.

“Kara, don’t!”

“This is the only way.”

Lena bolted, crashing into Kara, heedless of impaling herself on the jagged wood. Kara forced her back, holding the stake in one hand.

“Not much time left,” Kara rasped. “Mind fading. Hunger always wins. Love you, Lee. Love you always.”

“DON’T,” Lena screamed. Kara pressed a kiss to her lips, soft, cold, her lips as dry as paper and seemingly as brittle.

The stake bit through her chest with a sickening dry crack as she shoved with both hands, groaning. She toppled beside Lena, both of them lying on the floor, and went still.

Lena felt as if it had pierced her own chest, as though her own heart were torn out. The wild magic in her surged and churned, longing to make a connection with the ancient power in the stones beneath her body, but the collar refused her. She wailed, shaking Kara’s limp, emaciated form as if to wake her up.

The next thing she heard was the heels of Lex’s shoes on the stones as he walked into the room.

“How tragic. I suppose she had actual feelings for you, after all.”

Lena threw herself at him, fingers hooked for his eyes, but he shoved her aside and she fell to the ground with a grunt.

“If you’d been more cooperative about all this, I might have let you keep her as a pet. No matter. After you’ve finished your training, love will have about as much meaning to you as it does to me.”

“I’ll never be like you.”

Lex stood over her, grinning. “Oh, you will.”

He reached down and took hold of the collar, and Lena cried out in agony as he pulled, using the cold iron to drag her to her feet. Then she went still.

With an abrupt jerk, Kara sat up, her movements strangely sharp and inhuman. She rose to her feet, the stake still embedded in her chest, impaled through the Midvale High Ranger on the chest of her leotard. She looked at Lex and smiled.

“What the fuck,” he snarled, immediately turning for the door. “Otis! Otis get in here! Kill it!”

Kara dragged him back, throwing him to the floor. She grasped the stake and pulled, dragging it from her chest and casting it to the floor.

“I am Kryptonian,” she hissed. “I am as far beyond your weakling Terran vampires as they are beyond you. Did you really think I could be killed with a stick?”

“Otis!” Lex screamed, “Otis, get in here!”

“Otis won’t be joining us,” Alex said. Kara’s sister strode into the room, Otis’s blood still on her chin and hands. “I’m afraid he had a prior engagement. My family and I had him for dinner.”

“Oh fuck,” Lex muttered.

Feral and lean and predatory, Kara stalked towards him.

“You hurt my Lena,” she said, her voice barely a breathless whisper.

Then she stopped and looked at Lena.

Lena stood there for a broken moment, staring at her brother, expecting to feel pity or confusion or at least some kind of conflict, but she felt as empty as he always said she would.

“Do it,” said Lena. “Then get this fucking thing off me. I’m going to kill his father tonight.”

Fangs bared, Kara lunged. Lena turned away. Alex didn’t.

When it was over, Kara smeared the last dregs of Lex on the back of her arm, and when she tore apart the collar, Lena seized from her a feral kiss, savoring the prick of fangs on her burning lips.

[starker-sorbet]

Tony was used to how humans reacted around him when he displayed what he was. Despite the fact supernatural creatures had lived alongside humans for centuries now instinct just couldn't be helped when it came vampires. They were predators after all. The thing is even though he's really young for a vampire (he hasn't even stopped aging yet) Tony had figured out all the reactions he would usually get. Humans were consistent creatures after all. Which is why his new roommate's reactions were so confusing. He never tried to make excuses to not be around Tony when ever he had to fed. Hell he often seemed to deliberately try and stay in their room whenever Tony went to get a blood bag from his fridge. Peter was just a conundrum to Tony. Peter's heart rate went up whenever he showed his vampiric nature, like any humans, but what else goes on with him just doesn't make sense to Tony. Pete seemed to blush at the merest hint of fang and bit his lip whenever Tony needed to use his vampiric strength. If he didn't know better he'd swear that Peter was getting aroused by him. But that wasn't right humans couldn't get over vampire being their predators. Couldn't they?

Modern fantasy au with vampire!Tony used to scaring humans meeting human peter who's attracted to him for anon

[mamoonde]

mdzs ancient magus bride au where

yiling laozu is the mage risen from the nightmares and resentful energy of the burial mounds, neither human nor fae

and lan zhan is a pre-adolescent, rare and very coveted dragon halfling, one of the last known alive, captured and sold at an underground auction.

the yiling laozu buys lan zhan to rescue him and takes him away to their remote little cottage in yiling. lan zhan is understandably mistrustful at first, but a week of living with this strange, kind, dark being who treats him as a person instead of a slave or rare artifact, well.

lan zhan falls.

and when lan zhan proposes to stay by the yiling laozu's side forever and ever and be his, the yiling laozu laughs it off and brushes it off as the whimsy of a duckling imprinting on the first carer it meets. a fleeting childish phase. perhaps lan zhan has more human in him than dragon, the yiling laozu thinks. they are always so easily swayed by emotion...

but lan zhan is determined.

and so, as lan zhan grows up, he learns more about his dragon-side, his magic, his whole self. and he trains hard to be a suitable for the yiling laozu. he takes note of the yiling laozu's likes and dislikes, carefully tests his boundaries, tries his best to show how much he loves the yiling laozu in every way.

and then when lan zhan comes of age, he gets discovered by his kind - he learns he has a dragon brother and a paternal uncle. he leaves to spend a year with them, with his kind, far and protected in the unreachable mountains of gusu.

when he leaves the yiling laozu's cottage - a place that's felt like home more than any he remembers - he's barely shoulder-height (head-to-head if they count his antlers) of the man who makes it home.

the yiling laozu waves goodbye, feels a bit of pain and heaviness in his chest and thinks, oh, this must be what "missing someone" feels like.

the year trudges on like a slug.

the yiling laozu misses lan zhan more and more, sees his tiny serious face in every little nook in his - their - home. which should be weird, because he has had this house for longer than lan zhan has been here. and yet it feels incomplete to be in it without lan zhan there.

so he spends less and less time in it, spends his days where it's less empty, hoping the loneliness will fade away.

it doesn't.

until one day, as the yiling laozu drags his feet back to his house - dreading another night in a cold, empty space - he finds something is different.

the lights are on and there's a fire going.

and outside, on his doorstep, there's someone there.

the person standing by his door is huge - tall and broad, maybe something familiar in the regal set of the shoulders, the stiff-but-not posture.

it's the golden eyes that freezes the breath in his lungs, that force his feet to move, like a lighthouse guiding him home.

"lan zhan...?"

the yiling laozu feels strange. he feels light and heavy at the same time, hot and prickly even though the air remains the same temperature.

the lan zhan before him is more dragon, more man now than boy. so much of him has changed -- has his gaze always been so intense?

"i have come back," lan zhan's voice has lost its adorable pitchiness; now it is deep and smooth. like rumbling thunder, the call of the heavens. "wei ying."

the yiling laozu freezes. the name - those two syllables that no one has called him by in-- in a long, long time.

it feels like lightning in his bones.

distantly, his own words echo back at him, spoken to a then younger lan zhan.

"if you still feel that way when you come of age, you can call me by my name." "what is your name?" "now that is a secret! only if you are determined to call me can you do so." a small pout. "already am."

"oh, lan zhan..."

"though my mother was human, the dragon blood in me is strong." gently, lan zhan takes his hand in his. "did you know? dragons only love once. for the rest of their lives."

wei ying smiles shakily, " that's a shame then, surely you want a redo?"

lan zhan's hold tightens, another hand cupping his face.

"never." lan zhan presses a gentle kiss on his knuckles, almost an affectionate nuzzle that washes wei ying's hand with a cool breath. "i will only ever want wei ying. i will always want to be by your side."

and isn't that a tantalizing offer.

the yiling laozu has lived long - longer than even he remembers. and the immortality has only ever hammered in the fleetingness of life, the loneliness of time.

and yet here lan zhan is, offering him the promise of something a little more permanent. perhaps it was fate that wei ying had chosen to settle down in a house in yiling, a scant few decades before he met lan zhan.

perhaps it was a sign, that wei ying only ever called it home, when lan zhan was there to call it home, too.

[can0fwworms]

a lil silly modern fantasy kaiju no 8 au where hoshina is a witch crashing with mina (and her cats) and his slightly homicidal dragon/familiar 10

[cadrenebula]

Prompt #22: Extra Credit

(Part 3 of the Modern Magic Fantasy AU with Cedrik and Aryn! XD My enabler friend does not regret the brain worms she has created. Part 1 & Part 2 found in earlier extra credit entries.)

Aryn wasn't sure when he'd gotten taken to a bed. He sure didn't remember getting there. Definitely wasn't for anything fun since he was still clothed. Well... Someone had clearly changed his clothes as he checked over himself. He barely remembered anything after they had arrived at wherever this was. Also his eyes felt crusty and his mouth dry.

Right... He'd been crying while the person who rescued him had held him. He couldn't even remember if he caught the man's name. Was that who had changed his clothes? Or was it the person who owned this place? He vaguely remembered meeting the viera and their elezen partner.

Aryn blinked and looked at the sound of light footsteps approaching. Nebula walked in with a tray and placed it on the nightstand beside the bed. They waited till Aryn slowly shifted to sit up in the bed before handing over a glass of water.

"You didn't seem to have suffered any wounds that I could find. I did however change you out of the bloodied clothes and have them cleaned. I will bring them up in a bit if you want to change back into them. You are not required to leave before you're ready. Gwyn is making breakfast at the moment." Nebula explained as Aryn took the chance to drink the offered water. "I know you were in a bit of shock last night. My name is Nebula, I own this building that Cedrik brought you to. It's a safe haven for those of Clan Carina but you are welcome to remain as long as you need as a guest of Cedrik's."

"Thank you..." Aryn handed the empty glass back to Nebula with a forlorn look. Remembering how he'd gotten to this part. They'd been attacked after the concert. Jesse was gone. Cedrik? That was his name from the way Nebula spoke. Cedrik had rescued him from the same fate as Jesse. The thoughts made him want to cry again. Instead he took a deep breath and counted. Trying to steady himself for now. It wouldn't do for him to sit here and cry when no one knew where he was. His family and friends would be worried. Hells... Elijah was probably worried about Jesse. He still had to break that news to him of all people. He hadn't even noticed Nebula leave him alone with his thoughts.

His nose twitched at the scent of food though which made his stomach rumble noisily. He'd not had anything to eat since midday yesterday. Should have gotten dinner after the concert but the attack had canceled that. Slowly Aryn moved from the bed, doing a check of himself. Nebula insisted he was physically fine but he wasn't sure if the other was a healer. Aryn had studied as a healer growing up before taking up dancing instead. Nothing seemed damaged though thankfully. Not that he remembered getting hurt but in the moment would have been hard to tell with the adrenaline pumping.

Aryn followed his nose towards the smell to find the kitchen. He found Gwyn finishing up making breakfast for four with Cedrik's help. Cedrik paused in his setting stuff on the table as he caught sight of Aryn in the doorway.

Quickly Cedrik finished placing things down before walking over to Aryn. His face looked conflicted as he looked Aryn over. It took effort to keep his hand down at his side rather than touch the dancer. He had to bite his tongue from asking the dumb question of how was the man feeling. Probably like shit since he'd watched his friend get attacked. He also didn't want to tell Aryn that he'd gone back after Aryn had fallen asleep to find the body gone... How did one tell a person that the one they thought was dead might now be a vampire? He wasn't even sure how much Aryn knew about these creatures.

"You need to eat something." Cedrik finally spoke as he gently took Aryn's hand and led him over to the table. He pulled out a chair for Aryn after letting go of the hand he'd held momentarily.

"Thank you. I really need to contact my family." Aryn spoke softly as he took a seat.

"Food first. If you let this get cold to deal with that mess, I'll be cross." Gwyn huffed as she put the last couple items on the table. "A short bit longer won't change things any. Besides, you're an adult. Unless you have a partner or kids, you have time for breakfast before worrying people."

"No. No kids. No partner." Aryn answers as his stomach rumbles again. Caving in, he started helping himself to the offering to load his plate. "But if word of the attack has reached my family, they'll be worried."

"There is nothing in the news sadly." Nebula answered as they finally walked into the kitchen and joining the trio already at the table. "As I suspected, the usual sources want to keep this quiet. They don't want a panic over an attack in the city itself."

"What?! But people should know!" Aryn looked at the mage with a look of bewilderment. "More people could avoid my friend's fate!"

Cedrik put a hand on Aryn's arm to try and comfort and calm the dancer. "We know. I'm sorry about your friend. Marcy and I hunt these things to try to avoid this from happening. Nebula and Gwyn sometimes aid us. There are other hunters out there besides us but this is our team anyways. Unfortunately this has been going on for a very long time. The people in power are afraid of a panic so they cover it up and hire hunters to try and solve the problem. Sadly these demons are crafty. It takes us time to root out a whole nest of them."

"We'll have plenty of time to talk about it. After we eat." Gwyn put in firmly. "If you let my cooking go to waste, I'm be annoyed."

"Sorry..." Aryn grimaced at the gruff woman's tone as he set about eating the food he'd picked for himself.

Cedrik kept finding himself looking towards Aryn as the group ate in silence. How he just wanted to reach up an touch Aryn. Lay a hand against the dancer's cheek. Comfort the other man. Last night... Just holding him made him want more. Aryn was a flame he found he had trouble resisting. He wanted to know the man more and it was just not the time. After last night... He needed to give Aryn a chance to process things.

[pristmaticrosevein]

Prismatic Rose AU (RWBY)

The poll chain is getting a little long and convoluted, so I created a new blog to hold everything.

The polls won't be a single answer. Instead I'll try to work all of the answers together, based off the number of votes each answer gets. If I can, of course.

Aura is present, but is more like DBZ power levels than how it functions in RWBY. A shot to the heart will be as fatal to a Human Huntsman as it would be to anyone else.

Firearms are regular firearms. Dust is instead used to craft weapons, like is alluded to by Ironwood, but never actually seen in the story.

Conclusions:

Jaune Arc

Humble Everydude

Jaune picks up a Broken Sword, his power repairs his sword, can generate a shield, and armour.

When depressed or in a deep fury his sword stays broken, and his armour is rusted. He is nearly invincible, but lacks any real control.

When happy, he literally glows from the light he emits.

Later learns to use and even combine both.

Attacked by Grimm, saved by Ruby. The Grimm was a Gryphon and a number of Beowulves.

Genre: Dark Souls

Ruby Rose

Werewolf: She learns to control her Human / Wolf forms.

Eventually unlocks a middle Wolfen form.

Silver Eyes: Her silver eyes are part of her Werewolf curse, from her connection to the moon. Eventually allows her to dispel darkness and inflict Lunacy.

Strongly dislikes bright sunlight, finding it oppressive. Will hide under her red hood in bright daylight.

Dislikes sitting around and doing nothing. As she learns to open up to her friends, hanging with them counts as doing something.

Dame Sister of the Order of the Sanguine Rose. Still a Novice, (no oath), but she was a Squire, and got her Accolade because of being a natural when fighting the forces of darkness.

Werewolves are normally turned over to the Church. Faith in God is the best way to gain control of their powers. Others can do so by living with wolf packs in the wilds, though they are rarely trusted.

Regeneration: Turned off with Silver, Fire, and direct sunlight. Indirect sunlight dims it. She's mostly fine in her cloak and hood, but better a night.

Extremely high metabolism. She can get blood thirsty if she doesn't eat, but sugar works extremely well. I.e. cookies are MANDATORY.

Pain causes her rage to ignite.

Shield of Faith and Miracle Die: 40K SoB reference. I'll explain if anyone asks.

Powered armour powered by prismatic energies. Summoned with transformation sequence. The catalyst for the transformation is a crescent moon broach with a deep red ruby.

Any equipment she holds while transforming gets turned into a magical girl version of it, like Ghost Rider.

Her scythe, Lunamaria, is made with a steel edge, and an iron blade inlaid with mythril and quicksilver. This allows her to defeat most dark foes without calling upon her moonfallen abilities.

Her Bolt Pistol, Lunalapina, uses custom made rounds, (made a lot easier with Dust forging equipment). She owns rounds customized to fight most dark things. Once converted, her mag changes use her prismatic energy to refill them. Think similar to Dante, but she still has to reload.

She can do something similar to Petal Burst while transformed, except more prismatic.

She can do a less conspicuous long-range teleportation that is guided by her faith, i.e. it cannot be used arbitrarily.

Pyrrha Nikos

A literal angel.

Angels are forbidden from most direct interventions. The exception is for the Creatures of Grimm, or other nefarious beings.

Angels can only whisper into your ear. Devils have the same restriction, but are not known for being good at following rules.

Often the intervention of angels will be perceived, (by the imperceptive), as luck. Others might see them in dreams.

Angels can only directly interact with people who have enough spiritual strength to fully perceive them.

She brought Ruby to save Jaune.

Weiss Schnee

Boreal Elf

Went to Thule University.

Major in Spellcrafting, the most difficult discipline that actually crafts new spells.

Magic affinities are Water, Wind, and Light.

Equipped with the mystical rapier Myrtenaster.

Can summon a Auroran Horse or a Kelpie. Auroran Horses work like Ruin from Darksiders, but made from light that blends into the darkness. Kelpies are water fey horses that are known for their... ill temperament. Will often act out against those that Weiss is irate with. Thoroughly enjoys chewing on Jaune's hair.

Minors in Fey summoning and economics.

Her main Fey summons are a Pixie, Will'o'Wisp, Banshee, and female Dullahan.

Her pixie is mischievous, much to Weiss' vexation. But, she'll only have fun with those Weiss holds dear. Otherwise, they might simply get lost in the woods.

Will'o'Wisps are incorporeal, and bear the water, wind, and light elements that Weiss is so wonderful with.

For those that don't know their Fey, Banshees are actually extremely loyal to their households. They are washer maids, and the wail is because their beloved family member is going to die. Her powers are water-based, along with a wail that can be modified to work in a wide variety of ways. He touch can chill, and her voice carries the wind.

Her Dullahan carries a great sword with a fluted tip in one hand, and can summon an Auroran horse to ride.

Her Dullahan is Nora, whom largely represents Weiss' desire to not have impulse control and selfishness. Naturally, they clash quite a big.

Her Pixie is Leanan Ren, a Leanan Sidhe. She largely represents Weiss's exceptionalism and selflessness. Her mistress, and her mistress' friends call her "Leeann."

When Leeann and Nora agree, and can convince Weiss, typically leads to epic bouts of violence.

Blake Belladonna

Nekomata (cat Youkai that can take Human form; known for being especially amorous).

Has Changeling blood, but must soon return to her original form.

The only form she is truly comfortable in is that of a black cat, or a black catgirl.

Can become amorphous, and crawl through the shadows, or strike out from them as tendrils. Learns to master greater abilities, think Shadow from DMC.

Class is Ninja, which is basically a Rogue with low-level magic.

Her Youkai blood provides basic shapeshifting. Her distant Changeling blood provides more advanced, though less stable shape shifting. Her Ninja abilities allow her to blend into shadow, briefly become intangible, or leave behind figments of her presence.

Yang Xiao Long

Dragon-blooded, from a Storm Dragon. Got it from Tai's side.

Appears Human.

Can learn to summon dragon features, such as claws, wings, scales, or a tail.

Can eventually learn to transform into a Storm Dragon, though she normally needs a LOT of rage to do so.

Her rage allows her to basically turn Super Saiyan. Which is basically just Yang's regular Semblance, but attached to someone as powerful as Vegeta.

Class is Stormclash Monk. Combines Monk with Bloodrager, with Storm-based spellcaster.

Weapons: Gauntlets, a stone sling, and an Iron Club. She can use all three as a catalyst for her lightning powers, and all count as monk weapons.

Ilia Amitola

Rainbow slime.

Before anyone, including her, knew that she was a sentient lifeform, Jaune finds her on the street and takes care of her.

After watching Jaune fail to flirt with Weiss, she realized she could adopt a Human-like form.

Despite attempts by Blake to convince her otherwise, she sees nothing wrong with being Jaune's pet. He has always taken such good care of her.

She is vexed that she is no longer allowed to sleep with her master. However, he hasn't shown any problem about napping with him if she does so in blob form.

Once Jaune unlocks his grandfather's broken sword, she quite insistently goes with him. He will comply if she does so in blob form, sitting on his shoulder, (and refusing to leave).

Ilia's main abilities are physical transformations, (think Kirby). This means she tends to transform into Jaune's weapons, particularily a rainbow wrecking ball.

She can also extend spikes are enemies trying to strike Jaune from outside his field of vision. He gets used to it to the point if she barely does something similar, he knows he needs to look in that direction.

A third main form is turning into a boulder that Jaune throws (rolls) at enemies.

She has low-level elemental abilities. Not as suitable for combat, but allows her to turn into a bbq.

Transforms into Jaune's left pauldron during combat.

Penny Polendina

Golem with the soul of Pietro's daughter attached. He was legitimately trying to save his daughter, though the means are not exactly generally accepted. Only Dwarves know how to do this, and most of them would completely refuse to do so.

All mana channels and ley chambres are internal.

Penny is an Artificer with a minor in Battle Augur. She can create animated combatants. She has a small host of magic abilities, but only learns attack spells through observation. Other than Magic Missile, but since Battle Augurs are basically Megaman, it's through an arm cannon.

Creates an army of myrmidons, (magic robots), along with tiny, fairy versions of them.

General James Ironwood

Known as the "King of Mantle" by Humans in almost seriousness, and affectionately by Dwarves as the "Mantle Piece".

As a General, he was given leave to seek out the Dwarves of Mountain Mantle. He succeeded, and this close relationship is what created modernity. Along with the Schnee Dust Company, (managed by Elves, with the mining done by Dwarves).

The bulk of his forces are Atlasian Dampjager, steam Dwarves. They are smaller and lighter, but fantastically stronger and more robust than adult Humans.

These are augmented by Atlasian Dampdragens, carbinemen riding Steam Destriers, Damp'hest Also known as D-tross. They are as strong as as a truck, and can cover terrain like a horse.

Avoided Soul-Bound Golems because of the inherent ethics, until the creation of Penny Polendina. Now, it is offered to soldiers who are dying or otherwise crippled. Kind of like Dreadnoughts from 40k.

Army uses D-tross-towed artillery.

Has two primary chicken walkers, the Cockatrix and Basilix. The Basilix isn't larger, but is more robust and heavily armoured. The Cockatrix is lighter, more mobile, and has limited hover capabilities.

Dwarves

Because you voted for my Dwarves from Ingir, so, how they work with the Prismatic Rose AU, and the technological development of the world. Need to do a poll on tech first.

Dwarves worked through the early steam era and went onto nuclear, which is still technically steam power. It was Humans, specifically Ironwood that developed the steam generator technology that made it actually useful.

They largely live underground now, not because they especially like it underground, but because their holds were always dug into cliff faces, and like everyone else, they spend most of their time in \doors, nowadays.

Dwarves don't view necromancy as inherently evil, but instead view it through the voluntary/involuntary lens.

This means that they have no problem with soul-bound golems, as long as the volunteer is willing.

Necromancy is also used to bring an ancestor's ghost for ongoing legal disputes. Ironwood earned the respect of all of the Dwarven tribes of Mountain Mantle because he manages to stay impartial for these disputes. He simply had to put aside his squeamishness about necromancy.

Moonfallen

Creatures that have fallen to darkness in the shadow of the moon. The moon reflects light from the sun, and as such is both the basis of the power of the dark creatures, and their bane. The shattered moon remnant of the disaster that created them.

Angel, Fallen

Fey, Unseelie (also Fallen)

Liches

Necromancers

Skeletons

Succubus/Incubus

Vampire

Werewolf

Witch, Black

Creatures of Grimm

Creatures of shadow and enmity.

As enmity builds in an area, a Grimm Fragment is created. This is not visible to those without Shadowsight.

If enough enmity is unleashed at the same time, a Grimm Fragment can be boosted into a full-fledged Grimm.

More commonly, nefarious beings use the Fragments to create Creatures of Grimm to do their bidding, (hopefully).

Some less than ethnical magic users can try to use this as a power source. It can work, or it can create a Creature of Grimm.

When a Creature of Grimm is spotted, it triggers an investigation.

Huntsmen and Huntresses

Those licensed to hunt Creatures of Grimm and/or Moonfallen.

Some are lone vagabonds, others join fraternities or orders-militant.

While fraternities and orders normally have their own rules of conduct, without them Huntsmen are defacto, and often dejure, immune to all by the most heinous of laws.

This is both out of privilege, and out of practicality. On one hand, you want the Huntsman hunting. On the other, trying to bring a Huntsman to trial, unwillingly, is a harrowing ordeal for everyone involved. The Church's Inquisition typically handles rogue Huntsmen.

Because of this, disreputable Huntsmen will often be shunned by most of society.

(CLOSED)

[tenacioussoultree]

Thinking of making a modern fantasy story where there's a big hulking orc teen who's obsessed with this early 2000s y2k girl group that's spice girls inspired and has a super major crush on the witch/shadow witch persona member

Later in life he becomes a manager for a celebrities and is now in charge of their comeback era and is having the time of his life while everyone is so confused on why Gu'ruk is so excited that he's going to meet a bunch of middle-aged women who have kids, minor careers, and don't look as young and happy as they used to.

[jackienova]

FUNGUARY 2024 — Week 2: Demonic Silver Leaf Fungus with Lilac Bonnet & Bird’s Nest Fungus Spirit of the forest.

[barbwillbrb]

Blorbo polycule thoughts because @faerunsbest and I are up to shit with a modern fantasy au, feat: RackalxSybyllxMortimerxMa'na.

RackalxMa'na: We know this. We love this. They're cute and silly and precious. Good vibes and good times all around. Also-- two badass fighters who can kick ass side by side, then smooch afterwards? Priceless.

MortimerxMa'na: Howl and Sophie vibes 10000%. He will make her feel like a princess.

RackalxMortimer: Immovable object meets unstoppable force. Rackal is one of the few people who can calm Mortimer down/bring him back to earth, and Mortimer knows exactly what buttons to push on Rackal to get him to say exactly what’s on his mind. They really get a kick out of challenging each other.

RackalxSybyll: Fucking. Adorable. Eccentric inventor who gets into trouble and the stoic warrior who pulls him back to safety. Precious.

SybyllxMa’na: This is a platonic ship, but they are great besties. Always supporting each other.

MortimerxSybyll: PRECIOUS DRAMATIC ASS BEANS. I love them in every universe. They have communication issues half the time but they fix them.

Altogether this is a super supportive, fluffy, and chaotic polycule.

Update: HOW THE FUCK DID MY TIRED ASS FORGET ABOUT MORTIMERxSYBYLL??

[idlerin]

phantasma — 00. defend and protect

may the inferno bless you,

masterlist — previous | next

↻ unlocking hidden data,

phantasma has access to the private information the student body shared to the university. it is included in the clauses that when a student enrolls in yukhai they are willingly handing over their data to phantasma as well. this is why it is always important to read the fine print.

phantasma ! coming soon

miya atsumu x f!reader

social media au, college au, modern fantasy-ish? au, horror (slight), comedy (yes, uhm hopefully), romance (ofc), forced proximity, atsumu is a piece of shit, you hate each other !

someone was trying to kill miya atsumu. you don’t know when they were going to try and cut his lifespan short nor do you know who was trying to—well, what exactly was going to try and suck the life out of him (probably quite literally). what you do know is that you have to protect him—bound by oath and protocol—whether you liked it or not. out of everyone in campus, you just had to be assigned to the most arrogant and obnoxious of the bunch. this wasn’t your first rodeo but it was going to be the first pain in the ass.

a/n — it is literally 3am and i couldnt sleep before i could post this. i just had to. will prob be slow updates bc im prioritizing love sick. i dont even have a masterlist yet LOL that’s tomorrow syl’s problem.

[renae-nicole-lynn]

In an urban fantasy mall, what kind of stores would you want to see?

[pizzacrustdisposal]

I’m being really stupid about vampires again. Started fun and innocent, but turned depressingly real. Tread with caution👇

Thinking abt if they just lived alongside humans.

Vampire food banks that get confused for blood banks so they either lean into the scam or have to use huge disclaimers and get fewer donations.

Elongated canines being more “desirable” and “attractive” than traditional vampire bat fangs, even though the normal ones are more efficient if you hunt for yourself.

People having to “prove” their vampirism in order to get special support (ie. the food banks), even if some are “closeted” or don’t want to be open about it.

Advocating against deforestation so there’s more shade to hide in, against UV lights because they burn like hell but public places are awful about people covering up completely.

Humans romanticising or sexualising vampirism when it’s practically a disability. “Oh but blood and biting—” Rebecca I can’t leave my house.

“Vampgender” being deemed a bad-faith identity, while simultaneously being reclaimed by some vampires. Infighting in forums.

The demonisation even though most of them rely on food banks or supplements or owning farm animals to survive because assault and murder are illegal and their asses wouldn’t survive in human prisons. Sanguiphobes (blood-averse) and vegans being invalidated and disowned.

Vampirism in the modern world being an allegory for discrimination. Is anyone there

[weathermanpolls]

Ilia is going to be a slime. Largely because the Rainbow Blob is my favourite character in Monster Sanctuary. I naturally named her Ilia.

My last playthrough I spec'ed her for non-critical damage. She even had a penalty giving her 0% chance to crit, and broke the damage limit (9999) with a non-critical hit.

Note: the damage limit isn't physical, but practical. It's just incredibly difficult to actually deal over 9999 damage. She's the only character to break it, on either playthrough.

Notes:

If Jaune finds her as a blob, he doesn't know that she's a sentient race. Truthfully, neither does she. She learns to turn humanoid by watching Jaune flirt with Weiss. She doesn't understand why anyone would have a problem being Jaune's pet, (legitimately not understanding that Humans aren't supposed to keep other Humans as pets)..

Of course Blake has a dark and troubled past. You don't become a hero-level rogue / ninja, without getting your hands dirty.