#renfaire AU

[lily-alphonse]

New Chapter! (3) Time After Time

Zelda's hands were sweating, gripping her rolled script as if it could be her flower wreath.  She looked at Link. He was watching the other knights. Despite how handsome his face was, it wasn’t the same when he wasn’t smiling. It seemed he was really quite stoic much of the time.  Look at me, she willed. She wanted to imagine she was bestowing her favor onto him. For whatever reason, it felt right, if she was to truly embody her character. If she were a real princess, she would want Link for a knight.

-- Excerpt from Ch 3

Read Time After Time on AO3, a modern (renfaire) AU Zelink fic

Zelda always loved the renaissance faire. Since she was a girl, she dreamed of being a princess in the joust and becoming a part of the fairytale magic. Now on her summer break from university, she has a chance to do just that. When she meets the knights who'll vie for her favor in the jousting tournament, everything changes. Could life really be like the fairytales?

No spoilers for any game it is a complete AU and fandomblind-safe, even. This work is rated T. Additional tags listed on AO3.

[theriseofthebravetangleddragons]

Here's the vibes for the fits the blorbies are wearing to the renfaire

[sariastrategos]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Armitage Hux & Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren Characters: Armitage Hux, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Kylo Ren Additional Tags: Mentioned Han Solo, background Rey/Finn/Poe, mentione of Brendol Hux, and his inherent racism and homophobia, It’s Brief Though, just a quiet scene around a bonfire, the other reenactors are there but not really mentioned, cuddling by the fire, Hux can’t help but talk about history, Kylo will never tell him to stop, renfaire au, This was supposed to be for Huxloween but I agonized over it for far too long Series: Part 2 of RenFaire AU Summary:

It was interesting how traditions changed while at the same time carrying on. The bonfire for example. Originally an event held on the summer solstice, today bonfire night was held on November the fifth, Guy Fawkes Day, and they burned a straw effigy.

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A sweet, quiet scene around a fire where Hux gets lost in thought and needlessly explains history to Kylo, who is a rapt audience.

[proxycrit]

Linktober, Day 12: Tarry Town!

You defeat the final boss in the volcano causing the floating islands to float! Congrats. Unfortunately, with the destruction of the said monster, the islands are no longer floating and are, in fact, slowly coming down enmass as the magnesis scatters.

Zelda would like to point out people are much more likely to survive walking around slow giant rocks from the sky versus dodging flaming lava. She’s practicing this new thing called positive thinking.

(This is a totk au called Familiar Familiar where zelda does not go back in time! Click here to see the full comic masterlist)

(Plus my patreon!)

[deerskull-art]

billford enjoyers come get yall food

feat my partner @ldoesanartthing's Ford design teehee

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[ghiertor-the-gigapeen]

Which quest do these guys get to travel the world to?

Inspired from this

[wannabe-goth-babe]

We are missing a glorious Geraskier opportunity here: Renfaire AU. Geralt and the wolves are knights who joust and Jaskier works as a bard. Jaskier walks up and starts flirting between jousts. Geralt gets distracted by the pretty face in the audience when Jaskier is on his break and gets decimated by Lambert.

I want this so bad.

[lilliancdoodles]

\o/ THATS EVERYONE :DD (at least that weve seen so far) All of the human adults in @tastytoastz's mer au Life is like the ocean, it goes up and down!!

Click for better quality, design notes below the cut!! <33

Master post of all designs for this fic

So maybe I got carried away and made everyone two designs... Everyone has a 'casual' outfit and their 'wet suit' outfit or 'I'm planning on getting in the water' outift. And Felps I just gave him a hat. Does that justify a full second person? probably not. But I did it anyway!

Pac: Pac's casual outfit i've drawn before and it's mostly taken from his cannon outfit so not too much to note there. For Pac's wet suit, I feel like he would wear the full suit with full legs and arms. I thought about giving him one that stopped at the thigh for the prosthesis but I didn't want to give him two wet suit designs, but he probably has both. (the basket he's holding is the one he would use for fit and ramon's catfish)

Mike: Mike's causal fit and 'wet suit' fit are pretty similar. For his casual he has a simple t-shirt and swim trunks. And for his wet suit he has the swim trunks over the wet suit. He could take them off if he wanted, it just cuts off at the thigh, I think he would just like wearing them.

Tina: Tina's outfits are mostly cause I remember one tina stream where she said that q!tina would choose fashion over function. So her casual fit is just a tank top and short shorts, and her 'wet suit' fit is just a one piece swim suit. I imagine that tina would slip on the short shorts as a cover up when she needed. And she's wearing flip flops!

Jaiden: Jaiden's casual fit is a combination of her v-tuber and a fan art I found on pintrest. Her bird symbol on the jacket and suit is from her v-tuber! She's wearing these water shoes:

and I didn't know if her hair was brown or miku blue so here is miku blue if that what it's supposed to be:

Felps: In my own Mer/Pirate au I gave Felps his pink shirt and for some reason I think it's super funny that no matter the universe felps somehow manages to find a pink shirt and wears it. No one questions him they just allow it. Since Felps doesn't work at Chume Labs I didn't think it made sense to give him a wet suit, so I didn't. I used his second spot to give him a captains hat... and that's it. Maybe not a great use of space but I didn't want him to be the only one with only one body so I just made a whole separate one for just the hat. >:)

[edsforehead]

Omg but renfair worker!eddie who works a seasonal job once a year at the renfair as a bard, walking around in his old timey garb and mandolin, perching up in different areas playing songs, making up little ditties about the people who pass, the “king”, the fair maiden he once met, who sits around telling tales with whoever will listen. Flirting with the girl who sells flowers. It’s his favorite job he’s ever had 🥹

[purgatory-is-life]

Mechtober prompt 27/day 27-space

brian angst go brrrr

@mechtober-2024

Lost, Alone, and Cold - Reality666Rift999 - The Mechanisms (Band) [Archive of Our Own]

tw; dissociation, mentioned/implied death, mentioned/implied isolation, hallucinations kinda, i think that's it actually?? surprisingly not as heavy as one might expect it is a lighter fic than some of the past few

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Brian was cold.

Was he always so cold? He must be.

It was so cold out here.

He tried to scream, he thinks, at first. Tried to yell and cry and ask for help.

It was so cold.

The Cold seemed to silence his screams, no words or sounds escaping, just the meager air left in his lungs being pulled and replaced with Nothingness. He’d long since learned not to try to scream or to cry out, there was no one around to hear.

Brian was so cold.

Admittedly, he hadn’t even known how he’d survived this long. He should be dead several times over by now, by suffocation, by frostbite, there were many things that should have killed him.

And yet he was alive.

He thinks he’s finally fading, though.

He’s so cold.

Light was far, but he thinks, maybe if he can reach it, he’ll be warm again.

His chest hurt, and he wasn’t sure if it was from the lack of air to breathe or the burn marring his chest.

It was so cold he could barely feel it.

It was so cold it burnt, like he was on fire but there was no warmth to it.

He was so cold.

Brian thinks he’s crying, but he can’t be sure. Maybe he’s bleeding. Does he have blood left to bleed? He thought it was all frozen so long ago.

What did he do to get lost, like this? To be sent out into this all-encompassing cold?

Why did he deserve to die?

He can’t remember anymore, it’s just cold.

He’s so cold.

At least the stars and lights he could see were pretty.

Warm hands placed themselves on his shoulders, and suddenly he was a little bit warmer.

He leaned into the touch, hoping to absorb as much warmth as possible, hoping that the warmth wouldn’t get sucked up by the Cold around him. He just wanted to be Warm.

“Hey Brian,” he knew that voice, Brian thought–at least the voice knew Brian–but he couldn’t place the name of it. “Bri, are you with me?”

Brian couldn’t answer, just leaned in further to the Warmth. The Warmth at least seemed to get the message, encircling him in a hug. Something–someone?–was breathing against him.

“I think you need a break, love,” the Warmth said. Who called him dearheart? He should know who called him such a kind nickname with that amount of tenderness. But the Cold was still making it hard to think. He couldn’t remember what the Warmth’s name was. He hoped they weren’t mad, he didn’t want to be alone and cold again. “You seem a bit out of it. I think this is the worst it’s ever gotten…”

Brian wanted to ask how the voice could cut through the Cold, could speak despite the Void absorbing any and every sound.

He was so cold, but at least now there was a little bit of warmth.

“Brian? Do you think you can try to respond in some way? Just so I know you can hear me, at least.”

Brian leaned into the warmth in response. He didn’t think he could move much more or speak. The Cold would take his words. He did try to lift his hand, though, at least. He wasn’t sure how successful he was. The Warmth hummed in response, grabbing the hand that he’d tried to lift up. Their hand was calloused and rough, but familiar and comforting.

“Okay, that’s good. I’m gonna take that as you responding. Do you want to take a break? I’m sure Aurora can handle herself for a little while. Squeeze my hand once for yes, twice for no.”

Brian didn’t know what that meant, and didn’t squeeze the Warmth’s hand. He managed to try to make a small noise, something that he hoped intoned a bit of confusion, but the Cold absorbed it like he feared. He wasn’t sure if the Voice heard him at all.

There was a moment of silence, and the Warmth’s grip on him tightened. It was so nice. “Brian?”

He squeezed once.

“Do you know where you are?”

He hesitated before responding. He was in the Void of space, where else would he be? He’d never been anywhere else. He’d never be anywhere else.

He was so cold.

“You’re on the starship Aurora,” the Voice started, “in the cockpit. We were on our way towards Yggdrasil. You were flying us to Yggdrasil.”

Aurora. That was a familiar name. It was warm, bright like the blinking lights off in the distance. He knew that name. Why did he know that name? It wasn’t the Voice’s name. What was the Warmths name? They had to have a name.

The name ‘Yggdrasil’, though, was cold and left him shivering and trying to curl up. He knew that name too, for some reason, but it was piercing cold and he wished the Warmth was larger so he could seek more shelter in their embrace.

“Brian?”

He squeezed their hand again.

“You know you’re on the Aurora, right?”

That’s what the Warmth had said before, but Brian wasn’t sure. How could he be anywhere that wasn’t the Cold?

Brian decided to squeeze their hand twice. It was wrong to lie.

“Do you trust me when I tell you that that’s where you are?”

He squeezed once, hesitated, then squeezed two more times. He knew they weren’t lying, they were just as bad at lying as he was, but he still held doubt.

The Warmth sighed, the vibrations starting up again.

The Voice could hear him, before, he thinks. Through the Cold. So, he tried to do something unfathomable. The Cold would take the words, surely, but he had to try. “I’m cold,” he mumbled. The Warmth squeezed him.

“I bet, Bri… I–… We should get you somewhere warm. And somewhere bright. You will  have to walk a bit, though, dear. I’m not tall or strong enough to carry you, and I– I think most of the others are asleep? At least Raph is.”

Brian squeezed the warmths’ hand again. He wasn’t sure if he could walk, there wasn’t anything resembling solid ground in the Cold.

“Okay. How’re your joints today? Where’s your cane?”

Brian attempted that questioning noise, again. It seemed that the Cold couldn’t take the sounds so long as it was the Voice listening.

This Voice was good with noise, after all. Better with music, but not as good as Mari. No one was as good as Marius at Music.

There was rustling and the warmth withdrew slightly, which he only responded to by curling further into himself. He didn’t want to be cold again, now that he knew what it was like to be Warm again. He started humming, a song he had known for a long time. Maybe it would warm him up again.

There was a man, both good and true…

All alone and a-lowly…

Branded a Witch for what he could do…

Lost in the Cosmos, lonely…

“I’ve found it, Brian,” the Voice said, warmth returning. They placed something in his hand, something cool, something that felt like carefully polished wood. He flinched, at the coldness, but the warmth held his hand. “You’re okay, dear. It’s just your cane, to help you walk. I’m gonna brace you too, okay?”

Brian attempted to nod. His neck felt stiff and cold, but he didn’t have any other easy way of communication at that moment.

“Okay. We’re gonna stand up now. Lean on me and your cane, it’ll help.” The Warmth’s grip tightened around his back and shoulders, and started to stand. Brian still doubted that there was floor to stand on, but he trusted the Warmth (what was their name he should know their name) and followed their lead in standing.

He still felt floaty, and the cane in his hand was doing most of the heavy lifting in keeping him upright, but he was surprised to find that there was something solid underneath his claws. Something cold and metallic, but something nonetheless. The floor under him vibrated–purring, he suddenly remembered. That’s what she was doing. She was concerned about him.

“Hm? What is it, Aurora?” The Voice asked, and Brian leaned more on them. He hoped they were fine with that, he wasn’t sure the Cold wouldn’t steal him away again if he didn’t stay close to the Warmth. “Aurora, you don’t have to– okay. I know you don’t like people in the Engine Room though… Yeah. Yeah it probably would.” There was angry hissing and creaking, timed with the vibrating metal he was standing on. Brian wrapped his tail around the Warmth, for just a bit of added security. “Okay, okay! To the Engine Room then. Lead the way, Aurora.”

The Warmth led him down, down, down, towards something that was bright like the stars and just as warm. Something that reminded him of the Voice (he should really know their name, why couldn’t he think of it?) but it was also different. Something her own. Something distinctly Aurora. They hummed something under their breath, something familiar. Gassed last night, and gassed the night before… Gonna be gassed tonight, if we’re never gassed no more…

Brian hummed along, but eventually the song he was humming drifted off to something different. That familiar song–

They took him and threw him into the sky

All alone and a-lowly…

Whence he came, and where he would die…

Lost in the cosmos lonely…

The Warmth stopped, and the place they entered seemed to be warm enough to burn away the Cold. He was still cold, and he still wasn’t sure that he wasn’t in the Void, but it was Warm here. The metal floor creaked and groaned. Aurora was trying to say something.

“Hm?” Brian tried. He wished he could talk to her like Nastya could. The Warmth led him further into the Heat around them.

“C’mon, dearheart. We’re going to stay down here for a while, alright?”

Brian nodded, letting the Voice lead the way. The Warmth sat down, laying Brian down on top of them, setting Brian’s cane to the side for him and grabbing his hand.

“Better?” Brian squeezed the Warmth’s hand once. His tail was still wrapped tightly around them. “That’s good. Close your eyes, okay, love? I’m going to sing something.”

Brian nodded, complying and closing his eyes. The Warmth began running a hand through his hair quietly, before finally starting to sing.

“Oh my loves, raise a glass, to those we leave behind

We may end up dead, with a bullet in the head

But if we’re not returning from this damn fool quest,

Then tonight let’s drown our sorrows down with whiskey…”

He knew this song, he’d helped write it. Usually Marius would sing this part…

Brian felt himself relaxing, felt exhaustion seep into his bones (did he have bones anymore? Or was it something else that made his skeletal structure? Did he even need an internal support system, being made of metal now?). The Voice (he almost had their name again, he could almost find it in the recesses of his mind somewhere) continued to sing, playing all the parts in Blood and Whiskey, and Aurora hummed and purred underneath them, her own warmth fighting off the Cold. As the Voice sung quietly, Brian let himself drift gently into sleep, content that Aurora and the Warmth wouldn’t let him fall into that omnipresent Cold again.

When he woke up, restarted, whatever it was his body did, he was in Aurora’s engine room. She had kept it closed off, since Nastya went out, hoping to keep the warmth in for whenever she returned–even if Nastya didn’t love her the same way anymore, she still deserved some place warm to rest–but she’d let him in because of how Cold he was.

He’d have to do something for her, in return.

Based on the low, quiet creaking, she was asleep. So he’d have to do something helpful when she was awake.

Snoring above him, though, was Tim. His Warmth, a light in the darkness, the lovely Gunpowder Tim. Their eyes were wide open, but the soft snoring indicated they were asleep as well. Brian squeezed their hand. How could he have forgotten their name? He must’ve been more out of it than he thought.

Gunpowder startled, and blinked a few times.

“Are you awake, love?” Brian asked quietly. His voice sounded weird, but it was better than not hearing it at all.

“Mm– yeah… You weren’t awake long?” Tim mumbled. They reached up and rubbed their eyes.

“Not at all,” Brian replied. “Maybe a minute, honestly. Pronouns?”

“‘M too tired to think about that right now… Whatever’s fine…” Tim looked down at him, eyes soft. “You feeling better, dearheart?”

“Yes, much better. I don’t know what happened, one moment I was fine and then…”

“Don’t stress too much, okay? It happens. Just… A really bad flashback, from what I could tell. Don’t quote me on that, though. It’s too early to think.”

“I think it’s late, actually,” Brian grinned slightly, “since Aurora’s asleep and all.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

Brian chuckled, and Gunpowder rolled their eyes in response. “Do you think we can stay for a little longer? I think I’d like to go back to sleep for a while.”

“It’s probably fine. Aurora can always kick us out later.” Tim yawned, and cuddled up closer to Brian, moving so they were laying next to him instead of with his head in their lap. “You’re warm and comfy, anyway.”

“I could say the same thing to you, darling.”

“Mhm…” Tim closed their eyes, and pretty soon their breathing evened out. Brian pulled them closer, and closed his own eyes. He could stay like this forever.

[mollymagician]

This weekend we were at the Renaissance fair and I was thinking…renfaire Dreamling?

Because my husband was a character actor at faire for a few years as a side thing (he is in fact a teacher, and was a college professor at the time) and as a matter of course we got to know so many rennies and these people were just…SO passionate about history, even if they didn’t have a degree in it (which a good few of them did) and they loved nothing more than to wax enthusiastic about it between medieval dance demonstrations. And weapons demonstrations. And smithing demonstrations. And R-rated ye olde insult battles. I don’t know I just feel like Hob could be the type to have a lot of fun with it.

And I mean…Dream. Storyteller Dream? Dream, that odd one with his ornate lantern and torch lit encampment in a quiet corner, with ravens painted on the banners. He tells stories for children but gathers a crowd of all ages. No one can figure out his tricks and effects and sleight of hand, and he never talks shop. No one knows anything about him at all, really.

After awhile Sir Hob finds himself hanging around the fringes of Dream’s shows daily, leaning against a tent pole and grinning, when he’s not doing weapons demonstrations (and wandering about challenging patrons to arm wrestling contests and little kids with wooden swords to very over-dramatic battles). It gets to the point that people who are looking for him can use Dream’s show schedule as a pretty accurate homing device, because Dream is just…fascinating. Hob’s just there for the fun of it and for a chance to expand his opportunities to Talk History in a creative way. But for all he knows Dream may as well be able to do real damn magic.

Stranger things have happened, right?

[lily-alphonse]

New Chapter! Time After Time

A prickle of discomfort went down her spine, and at the worst possible time, her phone light went out. “Oh shit,” she turned it to check the screen, only to be greeted by blackness. Damn Sudoku.

-- Excerpt from Ch 2 of Time After Time by Lily Alphonse

Hehe

Things are heating up in the Zelink Renfaire AU, join us! :D

>>Read on AO3<< (rated T for Teen)

[theriseofthebravetangleddragons]

FANFIC DRAWINGS because i can't write, i don't know how to connect these two scenes, I may have not planned ahead oops

anyways, y'all enjoy this ig??? i think the art is neat?!!

[sariastrategos]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren Characters: Armitage Hux, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey (Star Wars), Leia Organa, Han Solo Additional Tags: Hux is not happy, When is he ever, the royal family love medieval times, hux likes cooking, his leftover game is strong, but he needs to chill, he should have listened to Han, Kylo surprisingly to the rescue, they’re so soft, even while Hux is spiky, debut appearance of Jasper the OC who may be seen again, you can take that leftover chicken home everyone, medieval times, A wretched hive of scum and villainy if Hux ever saw one Series: Part 3 of RenFaire AU Summary:

He’d sworn, solemnly sworn, that he would never set foot in that money grubbing sham of an establishment. He’d proclaimed it loudly, he wouldn’t be caught dead in that pit of historical inaccuracy, cheering to an overblown performance by scripted knights.

Medieval Times.

What a disgrace. The owners should be ashamed of themselves.

The Royal Family thought it was funny. And since he was dating the prince, he was obliged to come to family events. No matter how the place chafed.

[fidgetspringer]

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[newtafterdark]

bit odd, but since mentioning you were thinking about bringing back Metalhead!Gordon again (most beloved man, love him, thank you lol) have you seen Jesse Miller on tiktok? the man gives me MHGordon vibes every single time, and i can't not think of Gordon just randomly making screamy noises for funsies

Oh yes, I have seen that man! More on here than TikTok itself because I honestly can't be arsed to use that site (also my old phone can not handle it) - but I agree!!

MH!Gordon's main stims is making little noises, humming, just singing - and also the most gutteral screams you've ever hear in your entire life.

Honestly, that's why his Joshua is still so delighted in making loud noises as well, even when the Kaiju War (and following Xen Invasion) is over and they don't need an almost deafening alarm in their home anymore. The little orb just hears his had make Loud Noise™ and wants to do the same!

Also, and this is a bit of lore I'll get into on my stream about the man - it does not help that Metal is now more closer to a Kaiju than ever, to the point that it somewhat influences his own body. While he does not have Ben's "sonar attack" by a longshot, I think he can actually do some damage with certain noises.