#sort of fantasy au?

[beommieternity]

𝕬𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖐 𝖔𝖋 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍

SYNOPSIS: It was said that angels were the messengers of god sent to spread his word. But no one could have thought that their god was anything but benevolent.

And the angel has no choice but to spread evil, even if it costs him his life.

—In which, Choi Beomgyu rules a dystopian land with fragmented memories, people and hearts.

PAIRINGS: choi beomgyu x reader

CHAPTER WARNINGS: ANGST, minor character death, descriptions of violence, mentions of blood, mentions of death, grieving, murder, use of guns

WORD COUNT: 620 words (I know it's short but it's just a prologue for now i swear there's more to this)

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PROLOGUE

The gun dropped to the ground with a thud.

His eyes widened at the sight, his actions finally caught up to his brain.

The scent was nauseating. The sight was terrifying.

The grass was reddened from the blood that it absorbed. His face was covered in splotches of crimson from the shooting. His knees grew irritated from the moistened ground he knelt on, but fatigue and horror kept him from standing.

“…..M—mom?” he barely managed to ask; a sob threatening to come out from each letter he let out.

The woman lay on the ground, motionless. Her head looked elsewhere, the back of it facing her son.

Fear crept up to him, and a sad whimper came out in an attempt to call for his mother once again.

The boy let a few moments pass, maybe she just needed some time for her to respond. She’ll look back at him, he’ll get a reaction sooner or later… right?

But it was silent. In those moments, all one could hear was the passing of the wind and the restrained sobs of a young child.

Again, he tried to call out only to fail once more; this time, a full sob replaced his previous quiet whimpers.

His head dropped down in shame, his hands fell to the ground from regret.

"I-I'm sorry… I'm sorry!" he cried out; his apologies were not hoping for forgiveness, but instead confirmation that his mother was still alive. "Please, please wake up… I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"

His voice grew faint as he repeated the sentence again, and again, and again, until he could no longer muster the strength to speak.

"Beomgyu, look."

The boy looked, following where the familiar came from. The same voice that was always warm and bright, the same voice that had always comforted him, had now grown cold and weak. The only thing that didn't change was its tone, the sweet honey-like tone was still the same. It was loving, like it always was. No disappointment, betrayal or hurt could be traced from it.

"Beommie, look over there. This should be your first time seeing a sunset, right?"

A tear dropped from his eye, his own response following right after.

"It is…"

"It's pretty, isn't it?" an almost invisible smile graced the woman's pale face.

It was an odd question, especially during such a situation. It made him look at the setting sun. The open warmth it brought, the bright light it emitted; it made him wonder why he never noticed it before, or how he never directly looked at it until now. The sight was breathtaking. He let himself bask in its slowly fading warmth, and it was as if the whole scene made him lost in a strange trance.

Perhaps, it was his mother's own way of comforting him at that moment…

'Had it always been like that?' he thought to himself. The melancholic feel of the sun's rays was nothing he had expected. It was bright and warm, yes. But there was this strange lingering feeling of evanescence to it.

"It's pretty," he mumbled, eyes not looking away from the radiant star.

At that time, everything else was ignored. At that time, he was just a child watching a sunset with his mother.

And there he knelt by his mother's dying body, watching a sunset with her for the first and last time in both of their lives.

To let him have one last moment of peace with her…

Soon enough, night came and so did his mother's unavoidable death. The same night, all that could be heard from that hill were cries of anguish and sadness.

So her final moments would not be that of his son's grieving sorrow.

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note: it's my first time publishing a short drabble and i'm planning on making this some sort of mini series so i hope you guys like it :DD feed back is always appreciated <33 —sky

[ollyrewind]

i like to think they would be happy in middle-earth

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

A link design!!! For a story that’s solid enough in my head to possibly become a comic ehehe

some notes:

Link has been Heroing for some time now, with minimal success. He’s a bit grumpy.

he also has a bulky brown overcoat, but I haven’t figured out what it looks like yet so i didn’t draw it lol

the gloves are to hide his scar, but also help in the cold. Because this Hyrule is rather cold :)

The overtunics are both pretty new, which is the only reason they aren’t torn to bits. The same person who made them mended his pants and made his hat, which is why the patches match cloth in other parts of his outfit.

the scar on his face is from a lizalfos. I figured, if the Dilophosaurus in Jurassic Park gets to spit acid, then shouldn’t a lizalfos get to too? So it’s an acid burn. He’s lucky he dodged most of it!

I’m still figuring out how to accurately depict the scars, so they don’t look quite right yet! With research and practice I’ll get there!

the other scar I will not get into for plot reasons hehe

This is the same story the above Zelda design is for!! I’ve posted her design in varying stages before, here, here and here, but the story in the previous posts has changed a bit since!! There are also some really old doodles of Link if you (hehe) follow the links.

the above is Zelda’s formal dress. I designed it with a girl a little younger than her in mind, because she loses most of her wardrobe when she’s about 12! So I really ought to draw this on her younger self XD

Finally, scrapped Ganondorf and Link designs!!!

don’t look into these too much as I’m only putting them here because I’ll never post them otherwise; they do not fit the story at all lol

Ganondorf is gonna be… really hard to design… I made him a very complex character and his personality is so intertwined with the story there is a lot to be taken into account XD

ummm that’s all for now!!! I doubt many people will read all this but feel free to send asks if you have questions nevertheless :D

[kiisaes]

kacchan, you have to drink this!

[g0nefischin]

MERSKELES PART 3!

Definitely not mermay anymore but here's the last 3 sirens I wanted to do

and some explanation on why I choose what I did under the cut

(little warning for parasites on fresh's section)

So from left to right

Dream is a golden colored koi carp fish, I picked it because they are very pretty and they represent a lot of positive things like luck and fortune, some people even wish on them to make their dreams come true :> I also thought of the legend where a golden koi fish climbs a large waterfall to turn into a dragon, so they have some mythical legends as well. In terms of the actual fish, Koi are very sociable and sturdy, they also live for quite awhile.

Nightmare is a coelacanth, he should probably be an octopus considering he has tentacles, but I really wanted to make him a coelacanth because I think they are neat. Coelacanth's are very old with the latest fossils being over 400 million years old, they were thought to be extinct until one was found in 1938, grandpa nightmare. They are also nocturnal, sleeping in caves during the day, they live deep in the ocean as well. 

Fresh is actually a two in one, he is a rainbow parrotfish with a tongue-eating louse in his mouth. Out of alI the bright fish I did a parrotfish because I really like their gradients, and I think the magenta fins fit his jacket. He's a parasite inside of a Sans body, so I picked a fish parasite to go along with the fish half of his body. I chose the tongue-eating louse, a type of parasite that replaces a fish's tongue. It first severs the blood vessels to the tongue and once it falls off takes its place. feeding on nutrients and acting as a new tongue for the rest of the fish's life, very cool and terrifying.

[kyomon0]

Fantasy AU:

Most wanted, dead or alive, Sorcerer!Obito. (Evil or not so, up to you.) Fun, awesome, amazing.

Except nobody can find the fucking guy. Very few ever get a glimse of him, and frankly, witnesses usually die soon after.

So where is he?

On Kakashi's shoulders. Because he's a cat. He is that grumpy little motherfucker that swipes and hisses at anyone rude to Kakashi. Everyone who's heard of Kakashi has heard of his angry little familiar. Most notably the list of ankle biting victims.

Is Kakashi aware that it's Obito? Mr criminal guy? Probably. Is Obito aware of that? No, probably not.

bonus: when Obito's away doing whatever the fuck, Kakashi likes to talk about him in the same way people talk about their pets with human names. Like a human roommate. But everyone's already aware that Obito (Tobi) is a cat. When people question Kakashi about it, he just looks at them like they're the weird one.

[0m3n-0f-d3ath]

Kat the knight

Pleading her allegiance

[phoenixcatch7]

In love with the idea of captain marvel being Billy's imaginary friend. Like, it'd be so easy. Early depictions had them as almost fully separate people sometimes, like one soul with two minds, rather than just two filters like we mostly see now.

But imagine a Billy down on his luck, hurt and hiding from police and criminals alike, daydreaming the hours away as children do, taking inspiration from all the superheroes rising to fame, making little stories to play out his dreams of saving the world with a generic action doll he found while dumpster diving once. Most of the paint's rubbed off.

Red's his favourite colour, his comfiest jumper is a bright ruby even after all the grime and washes. Gold, too, it's shiny and warmer than silver! A hero cape is a must, big and eye catching! And he can fly, of course, like superman, and in his daydreams, when he's sore and frustrated after a long day's grind, his superhero is smart enough and knows all the right words to get the bullies to stop without resorting to fighting.

His superhero fantasy is one he spends a lot of time on, the first one he goes for when struggling to sleep at night, and he can picture it so clearly. Captain marvel is big and bright and kind, strong enough to lift the boxes for the old lady up the road who's moving all by himself, fast enough to catch Jamie who fell out of the tree on Saturday and broke his leg and couldn't come to class for weeks. He appears at the entrance to alleys when Billy is cornered, he steps up behind to cover for him when he gets caught shoplifting, he sits at the bus stop with him when it's pouring rain and the right bus doesn't seem to be coming.

And then the wizard comes, or rather whisks him away, and like a magician from a fairytale breathes life into his imaginary friend until Billy feels thrice his size and a million times more invincible.

From then on, captain marvel is a real hero, just like Billy is a real boy, and as one they save the whole city, and then the whole world, and get cats down from trees and help Mrs Victoria move the last of her boxes and she gives them a pinch in the cheek and cookies for the road and sometimes it hurts but it's so much better than he imagined.

[mastercrownmonday]

some traitor mags gijinka concept stuff (from the same creative effort as this post)

[foreststarflaime]

Ff7 dragons au

It is said the tears of dragons have special properties.

Genesis: When the dragon as fierce as a wildfire cries, it is the rain that brings life to the ravaged land. Perhaps he regrets the wanton harm his wrath has wrought, and now that regret is given form and efficacy, a balm upon the desolation. He has been known, on occasion, to be mistaken for a phoenix because of this. The properties of his tears are a closely guarded secret—he does not wish to be bothered constantly by fools who threw themselves into fights they couldn’t handle thinking he would just heal them afterwards (he fears that no one would want him for him, only for his tears), and it wouldn’t do to have to be crying constantly. Life should be pleasurable.

Sephiroth: The tears of the dragon from the stars have a strange appearance and a strange quality. They look, more or less, like water, but seem more…wispy, perhaps, than that. And a bit more glowy. And they seem to treat the rule of gravity more like a guideline. They seem, all in all, as if someone were to miniaturize the milky way and turn it into milk. His tears are shed most often in yearning. When they land on something living, there is a sensation of weightlessness and that thing begins to float a little. It is said that if you are soaked in them entirely, the tears will carry you towards what you want most.

Angeal: The tears of the stout dragon of protection come rarest of all. He stubbornly refuses to let himself break in front of those who need him as their rock—but sometimes, when he’s all alone, he does, and hates himself for wishing they were there to comfort him. His tears, hardened by the weight of worry, flow out like a stream of beautiful, perfect diamonds, of every color imaginable. As they pool beneath his claws, a picture-perfect dragon’s hoard, he sees the hints of firey ruby scales and diamonds the color of frozen starlight, and imagines they are curled around him, comforting and safe. But he won’t show them, he won’t let them. He will not be a burden.

[squigglyshroom]

an unlikely encounter

[grif-hawaiian-rolls]

RARE PAIR WEEK DAY 3: "...and they were roommates!"

Normal Fantasy Dude Tucker x Divine Donut for the alt universe prompt :3c

Writing for the au below the cut!

Lavernius Tucker was not entirely sure how he got here, but he couldn’t be mad about it. He wasn’t a pious man. He wasn’t exactly the most devout follower of the gods. Honestly, he suspected the only reason he was allowed into the temples, into the inner chambers, was because of the sword he carried. Just his luck he found the damn thing, right? Right. Luck.

“Tucker? Is everything okay?” The Oracle asks, and Tucker grins. He may not be a religious man, but he is a damn lucky one. Evidence? Right here- the Oracle himself, divine figure of fate and fortune, the one who strikes true and sees through time itself. One of the fucking gods.

“I’m good, Donut,” Tucker answers, because fuck yeah he was on a casual name basis with a fucking god. Then he leans in, and presses a warm kiss to the side of Donut’s mouth, because he was also the god’s lover. Suck on that, everyone who said he’d never amount to anything. 

“You sure? If we need to stop-” Donut fusses, because that’s what he does. Over ten feet of pure divine power, and he worries like a sheepdog over kittens.

“I know our watchword, Donut,” Tucker says, stealing another kiss. Donut’s hands are warm around him, and they’re not really doing much (this time, at this moment, at least) but the gentle brush of Donut’s fingers against Tucker’s hair make it really hard to focus on anything except relaxing into that touch. Donut hums with a pout on his lips and Tucker shifts his weight so he’s kneeling as he leans up to wrap an arm around the back of Donut’s neck. If he asked, Tucker had the excuse of playing with the long hair that floated around Donut like a halo. But it turns out, the god of fate and fortune had a hard time reading people. All of time and space? Sure, no biggie, like reciting a story you’ve heard your entire life. But people? Their expressions, their body language? Donut was utterly blind to it. It was endearing, in a very strange surreal way. It made him so…well. Human. Tucker runs his fingers through the thick locks of Donut’s hair, watching the small motion ripple out to the ends where it faded to soft gold. 

“I was just thinkin’, ya know? About how lucky I am,” Tucker grins wider, and Donut looked some awkward mix between curious and embarrassed. He thought he was sooo subtle. “Lucky to survive some of the shit I’ve seen, lucky to find this sword, lucky to be assigned to your temples…” 

Tucker pauses and lets his other hand slide down Donut’s shoulder, over the soft silk-like fabric of his tunic. Donut’s good eye, the one that witnesses the present world around him, follows the motion as best it can. When he can’t watch Tucker’s hand, Donut turns his attention to watching his face.

“Right…lucky,” Donut repeats, and Tucker loves watching the blush creep up into the god’s pointed ears. He just makes it so easy!

“Mhm,” Tucker is leaning in again, Donut watching him intently, but he isn’t done talking just yet. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think someone with some strings to pull was watching out for me. Nudging things to go just so, yeah? Making sure I’d end up in the right place, at the right time,”

“Would it bother you? If that were the case? Cau-cause I’m sure if it was- and I’m not saying that it is- I’m sure he-I-they’d only have your best interests at heart. But if you wanted them-him-them to stop-” Donut stumbles over his words, and Tucker lets him, for a beat, before he laughs.

“I don’t mind. I like having luck on my side, after all. Best kind of company there is, from what I heard. Besides, Luck is pretty damn cute, especially when he gets all flustered,”

“I- you- Tucker!”

Lavernius Tucker was not a devout or pious man. He was, however, a damn lucky one.

[eahtheramblings]

For your rewrite of eah characters, can you do lizzie hearts?

To be honest, there’s not much that I would change about Lizzie from a character perspective, except for one tiny thing that affects her relationship with Maddie: she hates Raven’s guts with a passion for a good long while.

Lizzie is her mother's daughter, she tries her best to fit the image of her mother that she has in her memories and in the cards, she left her, and as such Lizzie assumes everyone else is trying to live up to their parents as well. Raven's existence is a near constant threat as far as Lizzie’s concerned, which is why Maddie’s closeness to the Evil Queen's daughter unnerves her. She barely let their friendship slide in first year, relenting only after a cryptic conversation with Raven where Raven disclosed that Maddie saved her years ago and that she is indebted to her (it’s a bit more complicated than that, but honestly Raven's problems with communication could be its own post). Maddie is one of the wisest people Lizzie knows, so between the confrontation with Raven and Maddie's insistence that she would be ok Lizzie backed off for a bit, never accepting Maddie's friendship with Raven but not openly trying to stop it as she did at the beginning of first year. After legacy day however Lizzie makes it a mission to separate the two. Lizzie isn’t a fervent believer in destiny the same way Apple is, but she does believe that following it will eventually bring her a step closer to wonderland being uncursed as there can be no “Alice in Wonderland” without the titular land. And to Lizzie, who idolizes her mom and tries to mold herself in her image, and as such believes the same for others, Raven's refusal to sign feels dangerously similar to her mother disobeying destiny to curse over wonderland. She refuses to believe under any circumstances that there could be a world where Raven’s rebellion and furthermore her friendship with Maddie are anything other than an evil plot to destroy everything just as her mother had planned. She tackles this issue head on with rage and authority the same way she believes her mother would, and it causes strain on her relationship with Maddie. While this issue doesn’t split the Wonderlandians apart for long it does force Lizzie into situations where she has to interact with her Ever After peers more like Daring, Cedar, and Duchess.

Eventually Lizzie does get over this and makes up with Maddie, but it only happens after she becomes somewhat disillusioned with the version of her mother that she built in her head out of memories and nostalgia. She still loves her mother, but much like in the third book she learns that sometimes she needs to follow her heart, and not just the cards.

[time-woods]

hi I'm obsessed with Carma angry stomping it's so cute

he expresses a lot with actions ! emoting with the helmet can be hard so thats how he gets things across most of the time !

[nyatbinary-81]

@vulpixisananimal sifstem art jumpscare!! more specifically i got bored and decided to mess around with sif and mal's outfits.

[yeetus-feetus]

how come all the other ships get fae lord/prince x runaway human prince AUs!?

Where is the over 5k fic about Fae Ra's al Ghul and human prince Timmy???

Timmy who's kingdom has fallen apart, who has runaway to find a way to bring back the dead king and restore peace and order to his home. Timmy who determined to complete this quest in spite of all others doubts, who would rather die in unknown lands than give up and be proven wrong. He must do this; for his people, for his brothers, for himself.

Ra's, a powerful Fae lord who finds a young human that has stumbled into his domain. Centuries old, ethereal, mysterious, draped in the finest of fabrics. Ra's offers a deal, a typical Fae kind of bargain. The Fae play tricks, twists words, play games; but this human boy is smart. This human boy he finds himself holding great respect for.

Dealing with Fae, what trade do they agree upon, is it a delicious mistake?