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mirrow-hamato · 3 months

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THE WAY I KNEW JD GAVE CLAY HIS SCAR THE WAY I K N E W IT!!

And yes! EK!Clay did get his scars from the Bergens! During the escape he got snagged on a claw and it ended up tearing him up pretty bad. The end result was being half blind and with exposed scarred skin that can’t grow fur anymore

As for how he’d react to that news imma gently stash that for my doodles later ;3c I got thoughts >;3c don’t u even fret bestie

(Very long post warning A.)

Haha well maybe it was a little but too obvious, was it?

Yea, when F!Clay was little (8 years old) He sneak out in John's room while he was sleeping. Just to make a small prank on him. When Clay head that John got up from the bed, he turned around right when John hitted him with his mechanical arm-claws. (The Bergens bite off his hand and he went very traumatised crazy after that day).

Likely for Clay - Bruce came on sounds and stopped John. Clay was unconscious for about three days and everyone was already sure that he would die, until one day Bruce heard lil' Floyd crying and he rushes in his room and sees that Clay was already there to calm down his little brother. Also John completely don't remember anything about that day except that he had a bad headache and nightmare. He never touched any of his brothers with his mechanical arm-claws after that day. (I even have a first design sketches for John Dory tho...)

Ah! Yes i knew that he got it from Bergens >w<. I actually had other idea for comics with EK!Clay and F!Clay that was about scars but then i decided made a funny comics about Bergens instead.

Oh wow you going to treat me with one more doodle, mate? How kind of you being so nice for such doom creature like me haha.

I'll keep looking forward for it! And thanks a lot, this day was actually feeling very special 💟💐 mwah 😘

#trolls band together #brozone #trolls #trolls 3 #dreamworks trolls #trolls clay #clay trolls #trolls fandom #trolls au #bruce trolls #trolls john dory #jd trolls #floyd trolls #brozonefellau #clay explosive kingdoms #clay fell #trolls headcanons

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yourneighborhoodneighbor · 10 months

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the fire triangle

(masterpost to my fics while ao3 is down) AO3

fic under the cut

Katsubro and Denki ate a lot. Like, a lot.

It wasn't that they ate a bit more than the rest of them, they literally ate more than the other three of them combined at every single meal… and then snacked throughout the day.

Eijiro was actually a little concerned, he had never in his life seen anyone eat the way his two firebending friends do, and his ma had always told him that too much of anything was bad, including food. (This was usually followed by his mom trapping him in her arms and stating that there was no such thing as too many cuddles.)

Regardless, Eijiro feared for his friends a bit, so he decided it was time to get to the root of the matter.

The young earthbender recruited Mina and Sero, so that he wouldn't be alone in case things blew up (both in the metaphorical and literal sense, given Katsuki). Although, maybe asking only Denki would be a better idea-

“What are you extras doing creeping around the corner?” the aforementioned explosive boy asked. Eijiro turned to look and saw both him and Denki with towels around their shoulders, having just finished their morning (rather, sunrise) training. Well, it looked like they were confronting both after all. Mina and Sero both took a step back, leaving him in the front. Traitors.

“Katusbro! Denki! We were just looking for you!” he said with the biggest smile ever on his face. He may be a bit apprehensive, but this was for his friend's wellbeing! Plus, he was an earthbender, and earthbender stood their ground!

“Looking at us, more like! Like what you see?” Denki asked, hand under his chin and eyebrows wiggling suggestively. Eijiro couldn't help but laugh. Denki was aromantic and asexual, and also happened to be the biggest flirt in their group. Eijiro was all too happy to return his good natured attentions.

“For sure, bro! You two are totally manly!” he exclaimed, pumping his fists together, subsequently raising the lighting proficient boy a bit off the ground, as if he was on a first place platform, before returning the floor to its previous state (he was currently in the palace, and Katsuki's mom could be terrifying when she wanted to be-). They both laughed.

“Alright then, you found us, now what the fuck do you want?” Katsuki returned their attention to the matter at hand.

“Right! We had a question for you guys! Or maybe several…” Eijiro said. Denki mimed fanning, putting his hand over his chest and everything.

“Can this happen while we eat? I'm starving!” he said, not waiting for an answer, instead walking toward where Eijiro knew a small garden to be, where he knew the two firebenders liked to take their breakfast under the sunlight.

The earthbender exchanged worried glances with his waterbender and airbender friends. This was exactly what they wanted to talk about. They gave chase to the two firebenders, deciding to stay silent until they arrived at the garden.

They settled down on a blanket that was already on the ground, covered by enough food to feed several more people than just two, though the worried friends knew from experience that that was exactly the amount of people it would feed.

Eijiro wasn't sure how to breach the subject, stomach churning at seeing the other two eat amounts he was sure would make him sick (him! a growing boy!). Fortunately for him, Mina took the choice out of his hands by speaking up first.

“Soooo, you guys eat a lot, huh?” she said, trying and failing to be subtle in her query. Out of the corner of his eye he saw twitch in an aborted facepalm. Katsuki just sent her a raised eyebrow, not stopping eating.

“Well, yeah, we have to if we don't wanna completely disappear!” Denki answered with a smile. Eijiro turned his head to the side like a confused puppy.

What?

“What?” Sero unknowingly echoed the earthbenders' thoughts. Now it was Denkis turn to look confused.

“What do you mean ´what´? Food is fuel for the body, you guys know this, you also have special diets as benders!” he told them in a matter-of-fact way. The non-firebenders exchange glances. Mina took charge again.

“Well, yeah, but you guys eat A LOT. Like, we're pretty sure it's unhealthy to eat so much. We're worried about you guys.” she got straight to the point. She was rewarded by Denki stopping with his spoon halfway to his mouth, and Katsuki looking at them like he couldn't believe how stupid they were. He voiced those thoughts a second later, calmly putting his own spoon down and oh no, Katsuki was acting calm, they were in for it now.

“Did you idiots not pay attention in fucking early education when you were taught about the elements?” he bit out, palms on his knees as he leaned forward.

What?! Eijiro was expecting a lot of reactions to their intervention, but now this!

Again, it was Sero who voiced Eijiro's confusion.

“What do you mean? What do the elements have to do with how much food you eat?” he asked. All three of them were stumped now. Katsuki pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes in defeat. It was Denki that saved them from Katsuki's disappointment by coming out of his own stupor.

“Guys,” he started cautiously, “fire needs fuel. It's part of the Triangle of Fire. Oxygen, heat, combustible.” He looked at them seriously. How had this conversation gotten so derailed? Why were they getting a basic lesson from Denki right now?! Well, better Denki than katsuki, but still.

Eijiro was still confused. They knew this, every child knew this, it was part of the curriculum in early education in all four nations. Learning about all four elements, among other things not related to bending, was just one of those things all the nations agreed everyone should learn.

Still didn't explain about the food though. He voiced as much.

“For fuck's sake, what sets firebenders apart from other benders?!” Katsuki barked exasperatedly.

“Umm, they are all ridiculously early risers?”

“They run weirdly hot?”

“They are more fire resistant than normal?”

They all threw out guesses, not knowing where the explosive boy was going. They were rewarded with another nose-pinch and Katsuki returning to his food, muttering about now being able to deal with this at this hour.

“Uh, well, yeah, those are all right, except the morning one. We dont wake up early, we just wake with the sun,” Denki took over, seemingly being the only one understanding where the other firebender was going. “What sets us apart from other benders is that we can create our element, instead of just bending what is externally available.”

“Oh yeah, that. But still, why the food then?” Mina asked. This time even Denki sighed.

“Well, fire needs fuel, and food is fuel. When we make our own fire, we provide the fuel, and sometimes heat, depending on the external circumstances, to make it. The oxygen is taken from the air. So, because we pretty much feed the fire we create, we have to eat a lot to compensate for that, otherwise the fire would completely consume all of our bodies' reserves and we would quite literally become famished, maybe even die if we take it too far,” the boy explained.

He was met by the stumped faces of Mina, Sero and Eijiro.

Sero was the first to facepalm for real this time.

“How did we not see that-” he lamented. Katsuki snorted but didn't comment any further.

“Yeah, we should have seen that one,” Mina added. She clapped her hands and smiled brightly before continuing. “But! Now we don't have to be worried!” she brushed off Katsukis comment that they had never had to be in the firsnt place with the ease of someone who had been friends with the boy for years. “You guys eat much, much more than normal because of all your extra training as Protectors, right?”

“Yup! We practice both with external fire and our own! It's best to be prepared and ready to use both! Personal fire is more comfortable to use, but also more tiring.” Denki responded with a smile, picking his food back up as well.

“That's super manly!” Eijiro exclaimed, pumping his fists together. “Thanks for explaining, Denki. Sorry we didn't figure that out sooner,” Eijiro added, rubbing the back of his neck.

“No problem! It probably also wouldn't have occurred to me if this wasn't my element,” the blond responded.

The rest of the meal went off without problems, the three non-firebenders free of their previous worries.

The rest of the day went off as usual, with the group of friends training both with and without bending, attending classes, and competing to see who could get Katsuki to blow something up first.

Yeah, Eijiro had great friends.

(author notes that are in ao3:

some background info for this au:

-katsuki is a firebender, with a “specialization” in explosions (sparky sparky boom man- (but from his palms))

-denki is also a firebender, and very good with lightning bending

-mina is a waterbender from the south

-eijiro is an earthbender from some earth kingdom village

-sero is an airbender (this doesn't follow atla canon in that the war never happened and the nations actually live together in harmony)

-katsuki is fire nation royalty, mitsuki is firelord

-Protector is this au’s version of a pro hero

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wynnyfryd · 5 months

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Trailer park Steve AU part 30

part 1 | part 29 | ao3

cw: Steve Harrington committing unforgivable thought crimes (besmirching LotR)

"Uh," Steve stammers as Eddie tugs him off the couch, because he just propositioned the guy while covered in snot and tears and wearing a blanket as a cape, and now that guy is holding his hand.

Eddie doesn't let go after he gets him to his feet. Their fingers lace together, and his palm is soft and warm, his fingers slightly callused. Steve can feel his own pulse pounding in his wrist.

"Simmer down," Eddie teases, "I'm not having sex with you. Yet," he adds with a lewd waggle of his brows when Steve puppy-dog pouts at him. "This is better than sex, anyway."

"If you're having shit sex, maybe.” Steve rolls his eyes and lets himself be dragged past a messy counter, where Eddie stops to grab a black lunch box and a cassette tape, a tissue for Steve’s face, then down the hall to Eddie's bedroom.

"My kingdom," he grins as he shoves the door open and waves Steve through with a bow.

His room is amazing. Awesome and terrible all at once: awesome, because it looks like someone put Eddie’s essence in a blender and ran the blades without a lid, and terrible, because the place is a fucking pigsty. There’s a bag of bread on the floor.

Eddie tells him to make himself at home, so Steve plops down on the edge of his bed, takes in the explosion of artwork tacked to the walls while Eddie buzzes around the room — swoops and swoons like a drunken bee, kicking shit into messy piles, sticking a cig in his mouth and forgetting to find the lighter, turning on the stereo. He pops in the cassette, and Steve lets out a surprised laugh when he hears the upbeat strumming.

"Rumours? Really? That's your 'better than sex' cure?"

Eddie cranks the volume. "It's workin’, ain't it?" he mumbles around the unlit cig.

Steve tries to frown and fails. "…Shut up."

Eddie snickers at him; gives him the cutest smile he's ever seen, nose scrunched up, eyes crinkled at the corners, then he tucks the cigarette behind his ear and shakes his hair out with a grimace. “Christ, it’s hot in here." His hands move to the hem of his shirt. "Look away or don’t, baby, I’m changin’!”

Steve smiles and averts his gaze, falling back on Eddie’s bed and looking at the ceiling with his legs dangled over the edge. In his periphery he can see Eddie hopping gracelessly around the dresser, trying to tug his foot out of the end of his skinny jeans, cursing under his breath; dropping all the ‘g’s off the ends of his words.

"I like your Southern accent."

"Do ya now?" Eddie throws it on thick, really hamming it up, "Well then, I reckon it's plum near the most attractive dad-gum thing y’ever did hear 'round these here pawrts."

Steve honks a mortifyingly stupid laugh, which makes Eddie laugh like a chime in a windstorm, which just makes Steve laugh even more, and maybe Eddie was right.

Maybe this is better than sex.

He wipes at his eyes, misty for a good reason for the first time all night, and when he looks up again Eddie’s dressed in his pajamas. Dark gray gym shorts, a black cut-off tank, the arm holes deep and loose to expose his armpit hair, his ribs.

Steve’s mouth goes dry.

Eddie’s wiry and pale, firm muscle wrapped around his string-bean frame, and he's covered in tattoos — black line art and gray shading, fantastical beasts and staffs and swords, a crazily-detailed set of serpent scales snaking up his side. But it's his legs that catch Steve's eye.

His legs are covered in words. Words and doodles everywhere, from his calves to his thighs, the lines wobbly and thick like Eddie put them there himself. There are quotes in sloppy cursive, longer ones in blocky print; a few stylized to look like comic book dialog, the words POW! and DANGER outlined in spiky bubbles above his knee. Steve wants to trace the lines; rehearse him like a poem, learn each ink stroke with his fingers until he can recite them all by heart.

Eddie catches him staring and gives a small, pleased grin. “Like what you see?”

Steve’s tongue feels too big for his mouth. “Yeah. I really do.”

The smile widens. Eddie clambers onto the bed, stepping over Steve’s head and plopping down beside him with his back against the wall, one leg drawn up, the other stretched out long and loose.

Steve shifts to lay the same direction, and his shoulder brushes Eddie’s leg, his wrist ghosting against his ankle bone. He doesn’t pull away; likes the look of their skin tones side by side — the smooth desert landscape of his inner arm, accented only by a few veins and moles; the riot of ink and art all along Eddie’s shin. Eddie’s feet are bare, and they’re wide, a little hairy (reminds Steve of Dustin’s nerdy ring book, and he almost says as much, but he knows Eddie’s even more obsessed with that shit than the kids are. He really doesn’t want the dude to pop a brain boner and spend the next four hours lecturing Steve about jewelry lore.)

“What are you giggling at down there?” Eddie nudges at his elbow.

“Nothing,” Steve says, and Eddie responds “All right then, keep your secrets” in a silly character voice. He stretches to the side and grabs a joint off the bedside table.

“Now,” he says, voice slipping into that deep, slow sing-song thing he does — his sales pitch tone, Steve realizes. “This part is, of course, completely optional, but. In my humble, expert opinion—”

“So humble,” Steve teases under his breath.

“—It really enhances the whole experience.”

“The Stevie Nicks Therapeu- thera-” Oh, screw it. “Un-saddening Experience?”

“That is correct.” He holds it out over Steve’s face, wiggling it in offering, and Steve thinks about his conversation with Robin over brunch:

"I can't believe you did coke.” "I can't believe you smoked weed." "I know." "Was it okay?" He hasn't tried weed since... "Yeah," she answers seriously. "Yeah, it was okay. It was nice, actually."

“Okay,” he decides. I trust you. “Let’s do it.”

Eddie puts the joint between his lips and lights it up.

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part 31

listen i know it’s a quote from a movie that will not exist for another 16 years just let me have this. tag list in separate reblogs under '#trailer park steve au taglist' if you'd like to filter that content. if you want to be added tomorrow please comment and let me know (must be over 21; please either verify in the comment or have your age visible on your blog)

#trailer park steve au #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #my fic #my writing

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istadris · 3 days

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Been a while since I offered a Bowuigi AU idea! Buckle up, this one is going to be rough 😈

It all starts with a typical, run of the mill battle of the Bros against another villain on the outskirts of the Mushroom Kingdom. For once Bowser is on their side. Well, sort of, he wants the same thing as the villain and won't take no for an answer. All in all, your usual boss battle.

Until it's not.

Something goes wrong wrong wrong, the villain triggers something, a huge explosion is about to happen, Mario grabs Luigi's hand and flings him away to safety right before everything goes KABOOM!!

All goes dark for Mario.

When he wakes up, he's stuck under rubble and it takes him hours to get out. Outside, everything is...different. The battlefield was barren and scorched when he last left, now it's lush and green in the bright sun. There is no one around.

Whatever, Mario thinks, the priority is to make it back to the MK castle. But it's easier said than done; the bridge he wanted to take is broken, the usual warp pipes don't work...

He comes across some Shy Guys at some point and instead of attacking him, they shriek and run. Mario follows them, and that leads him to one of Bowser's floating fortresses. On Mushroom Kingdom territory.

More and more worried about Peach or Luigi being prisonners,Mario manages to sneak inside and starts looking for his friends.

That's when he comes across Bowser.

Who looks a lot rougher than the last time he saw him. But what's surprising is how flabbergasted Bowser looks at his sight, before turning absolutely furious and charging, attacking Mario with a rage and desperation he's rarely witnessed, roaring "LEAVE US ALONE !!!".

Mario fights, and although he's not in top shape, manages to land some big blows on Bowser, and even gets him into a position where he can jump on him and deal a serious attack as Bowser is laying on the ground.

But right before his foot can connect, a blast of lightning intercepts Mario and sends him flying.

"Get away from my husband, bastardo!!!"

That voice...Mario looks up, and, standing defensively in front of Bowser, fists cracking with lightning...

"Luigi??"

"...Mario ??"

Bowser gets back up and immediately scoops up Luigi:

"You know it's not him! You know it's happened before! Stop falling for the tricks of that...thing !"

And before Mario can react, Koopa Troopas pile on him and manage to overcome him.

Once he's locked away and everyone has calmed down, he progressively learns the following facts:

It's been years since the battle.

He's been dead. Not missing : dead. His body, or what was left of it, was buried by Luigi and Peach in the aftermath of the battle.

Everyone in the Mushroom kingdom was heartbroken, of course, especially Luigi and Peach, but Bowser was more affected than everyone expected by his archnemesis' death. To the point he fell into a deep depression and started neglecting his kingdom.

King Boo saw an opportunity and turned on him, attacking the Darklands and capturing Bowser and his family. Luigi, initially looking for missing Toads, accidentally came to Bowser's rescue.

That was when the first impostor came along. Right after King Boo was defeated, something vaguely shaped like Mario with red eyes showed up and attacked them both. Bowser and Luigi, reacting on instinct, protected each other. Luigi was in a deep state of shock afterwards, to the point Bowser, himself deeply shaken, kept him and nursed him back to health.

Luigi stayed in the Darklands for some months after that. They started bonding. Luigi was angry at Bowser, of course, but he took being in their enemy's care as his punishment. He couldn't stay at the Mushroom castle, feeling guilty and ashamed whenever he was around Peach, and unable to talk about his brother with her. Bowser was the closest persn to Mario aside from Peach and himself, and they started having long discussions about his brother. Then it moved to other subjects. Then Bowser started showing a different side of him, one that gave Luigi the comfort he deeply needed. Then Junior grew attached to Luigi.

When they started dating, another Mario clone showed up. Still a poor imitation, but just a bit more similar to the original. They defeated him, but it burned away and they couldn't gather enough information to know where to look.

It showed up again. And again. Each time Luigi and Bowser grew closer, another Mario clone would show up out of nowhere to attack them. And each clone was closer to the original than the previous one.

The one who attacked when peace was signed before the Darklands and the MK had a normal human skin (instead of a dark metallic one).

The one who attacked when Luigi officially moved to the Darklands had blue eyes.

The one who attacked on their wedding day could speak.

Luigi was now scared of that new threat showing up. And yet he was sure this one wasn't just a clone, this was the real Mario! Somehow back from the dead!

...Right ?

That was what Mario learned.

But what he concludes is this : Bowser must be behind all this. He has magicians who dabbled in necromancy, he has cloning magic, he would be able to do this. Mario didn't understand why Bowser pretended to love Luigi instead of Peach, but he was convinced all of this relationship was some kind of ploy to get revenge on Mario and use Luigi. And Luigi had to be under some influence to love and trust Bowser. It had to be. It couldn't be otherwise!

....Right?

Is Bowser sincere in his sentiments for Luigi? Has he been using him since the beginning? Is Mario the real Mario or the most advanced version of these evil clones? Who is right? Who is wrong?

#super mario bros #bowuigi #miscellaneous mario madness #long post #Ista writes #taking the Bowserphobic Mario joke and running it through the angst grinder

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cookierunauprompts · 3 months

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AU Prompt #17 - 💔

White Lily Cookie stood alone upon the outskirts of the silver kingdom, Pure Vanilla cookie hadn't yet returned... She doubted that he ever would. Pure Vanilla had sacrificed himself to go confront Shadow Milk Cookie at the centre of the twisted jester's musical apocalypse. She'd heard and explosion, surely resulting of the clash of soul jam. She froze up when she saw a stumbling figure in the distance however. " Pure Vanilla Cookie!!" She exclaimed, rushing towards her dear friend. He... to say the least, didn't look good. His robes were charred and he looked really disoriented... but he st8ll had his soul jam, so that was good. " White Lily Cookie.... I'm sorry." Pure Vanilla said wearily, as if he were struggling to get the words out. She quickly went to reassure him. " No, no! There's nothing to be sorry for, you're okay, and that's all that matters right now." She said, holding his hands in a comforting gesture. " White Lily Cookie..." Pure Vanilla began, he sounded... off now. There was more of a... musical tint to his voice now, his frown slowly turning into a shaken smile. " I'm sorry you lost your way...~" No, no this cant be happening... right? She looked down into his eyes, gone were the soft yellows and light blues that she knew, replaced by hollow shades of cold blues. Her breath hitched in her throat as she pulled away from him. She should have noticed that Pure Vanilla's soul jam was reversed, that he'd been taken by the apotheosis( as Shadow Milk had called it).

Or, 'Inevitable' from TGWDLM but it's White Lily and Pure Vanilla. Basically.

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk #cookie run au #cr kingdom #shadow milk cookie #cookie run au prompts #beast yeast #white lily cookie #Pure Vanilla cookie #I love angst #I also wrote this on my tablet so sorry if it sucks #Disclaimer. I have not watches tgwdlm yet

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pianokantzart · 6 months

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All That Remains

One-shot based on @elitadream's Body Swap AU. It's set in the aftermath of Mario's eventual rescue, (it also comes with a few drawings because I was in a mood.) Please note that the Bowser I drew is, for the sake of consistency, based on elitadream's (fcking awesome) Bowser design, and is not my own take.

If you like this AU/concept, please check out the masterpost! There is soooo much good stuff on there.

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Inexperience and desperation fueled an inferno that turned the bright green fields on the outskirts of The Mushroom Kingdom as black as the heart of The Darklands. Kamek clung to his broom high above the mayhem, and through the smoke and roaring flames he caught glimpses of the two warring bodies, each utterly detached from their senses, unaware of either fatigue or pain as they grappled for dominance in a struggle far more explosive than anything he had witnessed before. Mario alone– equipped with Bowser’s body– seemed to have some sort of a goal beyond delivering as much damage as possible. As clumsy as he was with his giant claws and heavy form, he remained keenly aware of where Luigi and Princess Peach were, and always made sure he was positioned to shield them from the worst of the heat.

Though Luigi and Peach struggled to assist in whatever way they could, the raging inferno that encompassed the fight made even comprehending what was happening around them near impossible, and even Kamek, accustomed to the fire whirl and magma pits of home, felt overwhelmed. Yet, out of fear for his king, he ventured closer, weaving about the spires of flames upon his broomstick to get a better look.

Though Mario and Bowser alike were to blame for the surrounding destruction, he was surprised to find a majority of the fire was radiating from the body of the plumber. Bowser had wielded firebrand with reckless abandon, clearly unaware of such magic’s limitations, barely even noticing the redness and blisters forming upon his skin wherever patches of his gloves and sleeves had been burned away. Mario’s body was more resistant to heat than that of the average human, but it– unlike Bowser's original body– was not immune. Kamek’s concern grew into a subdued panic when, at length, the fire began to lose intensity. Bowser strained to refuel the inferno, staring with unfocused confusion at his all-too-human hands as he struggled to make sparks when he once constructed torrents of white hot flames. He didn’t know what was happening, but Kamek could tell that the abused body was finally failing him. As the heat died down, Luigi and Peach slowly made their approach, careful to avoid the patches of earth that boiled red-hot from the encounter. Seeing where the chips fell, Kamek knew what needed to be done. Thankfully, the spell that had switched Bowser and Mario’s bodies– though difficult to conduct– was childsplay to undo. With the wave of his wand and a whispered charm, both souls were returned to their original form. Luigi and Peach witnessed the flash of light, and the great change in both Mario’s and The Koopa King’s expression.

Immediately, Bowser felt it: the weight of being and the connection to his old flesh. Like waking from a heavy sleep he noted the tiredness in his arms and the ache in his chest, as well as the pain of the bruises and the burns he himself had inflicted in his scuffle with a borrowed body. His newfound sense of weakness triggered a rage. A low, familiar growl rumbled throughout his draconic form as he turned toward the magikoopa hovering nearby.

“Kamek!” he roared, “I did not order you to return me to my body!” Kamek’s broom came to a landing at Bowser’s side– now the true Bowser, through and through. Kamek had expected his lord to be displeased, and yet he couldn’t help flinching, clutching his wand to his chest at the severity of the voice. “I’m sorry sire, but I had no choice! Your old vessel, it… it could not carry on!” “What!?” Bowser blew a puff of smoke and looked to where Mario stood, although “stood” may have been too strong a term. The little plumber– himself, slowly growing aware of his own body– wobbled unsteadily in place. Outside of the injuries he’d undergone in the fight there were other markings; his cheeks sallow and his eyes sunken, his breath labored and his lips cracked and chapped. His knees began to buckle, and the princess and Luigi rushed together to catch him before he hit the ground. Bowser smirked, taking no small amount of satisfaction in the fear that flashed through Mario’s eyes as he steadily crumbled into the arms of his companions.

“See? Your efforts weren’t for naught.” Kamek continued cheerfully, “your hated enemy is defeated, worn thin through ‘his’ decimation of The Mushroom Kingdom’s defenses. We merely need to press forward with the invasion, and victory shall be yours!...”

Kamek was about to continue, when he was interrupted by a violent flash of blue light and the crack of thunder. Luigi had left his brother in the arms of the princess and leapt in front of them, electricity shooting from an outstretched hand, across the charred plane, into the body of the magician.

Kamek, blindsided, received the attack with full-force. He jittered and contorted, unable to emit so much as a shriek as electricity ricocheted through his elderly body, until at length he fell to the ground limp as a ragdoll.

All eyes shifted to Luigi.

Anyone who had fought with The Mario Brothers, whether as their ally or opponent, knew firebrand had horizontal range and thunderhand had vertical range. Both were capable of incredible destructive power in close quarters, and when Mario and Luigi worked as a team, few had the opportunity to get near enough to feel the full force of their magic. By all accounts, Kamek should have been out of range. Even Luigi appeared utterly bewildered by what he just accomplished, breathing heavily as he looked at his own hands, shivering from adrenaline and sparking uncontrollably.

Bowser, equally confused, bent down at Kamek’s side, and examined him in a moment of what appeared to be genuine concern. With the enemy distracted, Luigi took a step back toward Princess Peach to deliver the harried bullet points of his plan. “You need to get him to The Mushroom Kingdom before the invasion. Get Mario help. Get everyone ready. I’ll keep him busy.” “Luigi!” The princess’ voice was pleading as she gathered Mario into her arms. Truthfully, she knew Luigi’s idea wasn't a bad one. Bowser’s body, despite being in better condition than Mario’s, had not emerged from the battle unscathed. Given the current circumstances, Luigi stood a chance of holding his own, and The Mushroom Kingdom desperately needed time to ready its defenses before Koopa Troops showed up in droves to carry out Bowser’s planned attack. Nonetheless, Peach detested the thought of abandoning him. He had suffered too much on his own already. Furthermore, he and Mario had just been reunited, and she preferred any other possible avenue over splitting them apart again.

Luigi glanced over his shoulder, and forced a reassuring smile that didn't quite fit his words: “I’m sorry! I was so scared I- I didn’t do anything right! I should’ve done more… protected everyone sooner." His voice cracked, those old familiar tears forming in the corner of his eyes. "Please, let me do things right this time.”

Mario, through his fight to maintain consciousness, heard every word, and hated them with every fiber of his being. He attempted to speak, to reach out for his brother, to do anything to console him… but his tongue cleaved to the roof of his mouth and his arms hung limply at his sides. All he could manage was a barely-audible murmur. Luigi had no right to feel this way. He wasn’t the one who had fallen for Bowser’s trap, who had allowed himself to be chained up in the underbelly of the world, who had given over to despair. Luigi, through no fault of his own, had been suddenly abandoned to the whims of a monster, and yet he had escaped and traveled all the way to The Darklands to save him. How could he feel guilt for this? How could he feel anything but proud of himself?

“Luigi…” Peach whispered, but before she could say anything more, there came a thudding of heavy steps. A giant clawed hand cast a shadow over them as Bowser, who realized by now that Kamek wouldn’t be roused any time soon, rushed forward to finish the fight. Luigi leapt over the attack on instinct while The Princess rolled out of the way, holding Mario close to her chest as Bowser’s heavy hand shattered the earth inches from her back. The King of The Koopas turned to Peach, poised to bring down another blow, when Luigi landed upon the back of his neck. One hand clung to his horn, while the other slammed down against the thick, scaly skin of his neck to deliver another pulse of electricity. This time, Bowser felt it, and the sound of his pained roar fueled Luigi’s determination. “Go your highness!” He shouted, struggling to maintain his grip as Bowser fought to shake him off, “I won’t be far behind!” Princess Peach hurried to her feet, hesitating for only a moment longer as she tightened her hold on Mario's body. She felt him grow limp, heard his labored breath slow, and felt the decision had all but been made for her. With a heavy heart she turned and ran toward The Mushroom Kingdom, pouring whatever magic she left into Mario's unconscious form. The burns could be fixed easily, but the effects of starvation, dehydration, and sleep deprivation were not so easily undone. Slow damage required slow remedies, and the worst of his condition had been over a week in the making.

She didn’t dare look back, keeping her eyes focused on the twinkle of the castle’s familiar stained glass window in the distance, shining like a beacon above clouds of ash and smoke as the world behind her echoed with the sound of monstrous roars and crackling thunder.

#my art #my writing #Body Swap AU #injury tw #Super Mario Brothers #Luigi #Princess Peach #given Bowser isn't used to firebrand and Mario isn't used to fire breath #I imagine both of them fighting with all their might while disconnected from their bodies would be insanely explosive #Also... I've only written a little bit of what I imagine Bowser put Luigi through while in Mario's body #so I think the green guy deserves a bit of retribution

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greeenchrysanthemums · 4 months

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I'm so sorry for the spam reblog of your GG rivals au stuff, but!!!! I'M SO. Ahem, I'm so so normal about it (<- lies).

I'm so curious how Gem got her start in the army and how she advanced rank seemingly so quickly! I mean I don't know the ages in this but I assume she's mayyybe in her late twenties? I dunno just a guess, but it also begs the question of when she joined? I mean you said that she always wanted to join the army so I'd imagine her joining at a similar age as Etho. Either way! Geminislay!

I just love this au so much! I'm gonna think about it all the time ♡

Hello! It's so exciting to get asks for this au! I'm so glad that people seem to like it so much. And not to worry, I quite enjoying seeing everyone being so excited about my au in my notifications. It is a delight.

As for your question:

She did join the army at around the same age Etho had, so maybe 16-17 (he is 9 or so years older than her here).

After leaving her hometown and enlisting, she became Impulse's squire. This was where she met Scott as well. He was a friend of Impulse's, and therefore she naturally seen a lot of him. They all grew close very quickly.

Right from the start, she showed exceptional swordsmanship, as well as brilliant organizational skills. She was quick-witted and a natural leader capable of taking charge in stressful situations, so her climb in rank was only natural.

Her first promotion was, coincidentally, because of Grian. She was only a few months into her stay at the castle when an explosion was set off in the courtyard and the weapons room was broken in to. While everyone else was panicked and unsure of what to do, she stepped up and led evacuation efforts before running off on her own to face Grian. She was the only one who managed to stop him from taking a great deal of weaponry, and even had him restrained for a period of time before he escaped. This bumped her right up into knighthood, where she was finally able to serve beside her friends instead of under them.

She would remain a knight for several years after that, and she was regularly assigned to deal with all things Grian since she seemed to be the only one capable of subduing him. It was never anything as grand as breaking into the castle again, but she helped stop her fair share of riots, and ran him out of town before he could start anything all together.

Her next major promotion wouldn't be until she was around 23-24. She ended up fighting in a war with a neighboring kingdom (more details on that another time, I do not want to spoil everything too quickly) in which she took charge of many battles, as well as worked with the previous commander to formulate strategies.

She was at first seen as arrogant and cocky by her peers for how quick she was to input her own ideas and boss them around, but that didn't last very long as it became evident that she knew what she was doing. In fact, she quickly became highly respected, maybe even a little feared, for how deadly and efficient she was.

Following the death of the previous commander during the war, Ren only saw it fit that he give the title and responsibilities over to her despite her young age. She had more than proved herself time and time again, and there was no one better for the job.

#geminitay #GG rivals au #life series #hermitcraft #and as the current story goes she would be around 28-29 #for the record I am not fully sure how the ranking system works for knights #all i know are squire knight and commander/general #my husband has tried many times to explain it to me (he inspired this au) but it just flies over my head for some reason #but accuracy isn't too important to me to be honest I am simply having fun #it is a made up world anyhow the ranking can be what I want of it #GG asks

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heavenlyakin · 5 months

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Part 1: Somebody Else

Summary: Your life is forever changed when your most trusted advisor arrives home with an engagement treaty. As Queen of your Kingdom, you knew there would be sacrifices but little did you know how much the cost of these sacrifices would be. What do you do when your mind wants one thing but your heart longs for another?

Characters: Reader (some descriptions), Suguru Geto, Satoru Gojo (only mentioned), Camilla (oc advisor), Callus (oc advisor)

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Royalty AU, reader is 24, Geto and Gojo are 31 so age gap I guess.

Length: 1.5k words

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The night he showed up at the castle gates it was raining. It had been raining since he left weeks before. Suguru Geto has left to seek out a treaty with the neighboring nation on your order, but you hadn’t expected him to return so soon. When word reached you, you changed into the closest gown to you. Griping at your chambermaids to hurry with the corset and lace you into the dress's bodice, you began to feel bad. They were awoken from their sleep, not used to dressing their Queen so late into the night.

The walk to the throne room felt like an eternity. Your heeled steps rang through the quiet halls, the candles burning low. The Queen’s guard followed behind you as you entered the room to your throne. As you sat, you glanced at Suguru’s face, desperate to read any sort of clue from him. Nothing could be read from that look, all emotion had been erased from his face as if he knew others would be looking for the same thing.

“Speak,” you spoke, looking directly at him.

“Your Highness,” Suguru kneeled, his head down. “I have returned with an answer to your proposal.”

“Do not make your Queen wait any longer,” you ordered.

He looked up to you, face still unreadable as he sighed. “They will not agree to your terms as is. They have sent a counteroffer, an amendment if you will.”

Chatter erupted around you, giving you a chance to look at Sugur, really look at him. The circles around his dark eyes hinted at little sleep, his hair in much need of a wash, and his clothes a cleaning. Had he traveled there and returned immediately after receiving the news?

“Quiet,” you ordered. “We will hear the amendment.”

Suguru swallowed, his eyes giving away the pain that echoed in his voice. “Your hand in marriage to their King, Satoru Gojo.”

You could not quiet the explosion of noise that followed.

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Picking at a loose piece of skin near your cuticle, you notice a droplet of blood forming at the base. You cease, folding your hand into the other to conceal it. The council is too busy arguing about King Gojo’s terms of the treaty from the week before. It had been like this since, you sitting at the head of the table, watching men bark at each other over who was right and who was wrong.

Suguru has not been present since recovering from an illness acquired from traveling in such poor conditions. You blame yourself, for sending him out during the cold rainy season. Too many times have your thoughts wandered to him, but a visit more than once every few days would look suspicious. You have had to rely on your eyes in the castle, letting them report news back to you as they ready you for bed each night.

“Your Highness, I’m begging for your attention,” Callus, the oldest member of the council, begs.

You nod, allowing him to speak to you directly.

“If King Gojo is serious about the amendment, the country wins a victory without having to go to war. Controlling not only our harbor but having his country’s navy, we would no longer have to fear attacks from across the sea.” Callus moves boats from Gojo’s country to your harbor. “We would bolster our defenses and increase trade tenfold.”

You sigh, nodding. He is correct. “What have others to say?” The rest of the council begins to speak at once, but you raise your hand, stopping them.

“Camilla,” you speak to the only woman on your council. She had been appointed by your mother, the first Queen in three generations of male heirs. She is the youngest on the council, closest to your age, making her opinions matter more to you emotionally. She’s always been a warm light in your life, like an older sister.

The others had been appointed by your grandfather, months before he died. So they’ve stuck around, unfortunately. At least they know everything there is to know about the kingdom, but they only have their interests at heart.

“Yes, my Queen,” she speaks, her voice making you smile.

“What do you think about King Gojo’s offer?”

“Test him.” She suggests, a grin on her cheeks. “Invite him here,” she brushes her strawberry blonde hair off her shoulder. “Introduce him to court, show him around, see if we can get inside that cruel brain of his.”

“Cruel?” You furrow your brows.

She nods. “Don’t you remember him pulling your hair when you were a child?”

The memory escapes you. However, you do recall the visit he made to the palace with his father, the former King. Satoru was a teenager at the time, you were only 9 years of age. They visited for a time, many parties and feasts had taken place, scattering your memories around those.

“He is no longer a child,” you reply. “Draft the invitation. I’ll sign it and have it sent tomorrow. Make sure Suguru sees it before I do. He may be ill, but that does not excuse him from doing this favor for me.”

You stand, leaving the room as quiet chatter lingers behind you.

The royal chambers are on the other side of the castle, making it annoying to walk back and forth without being stopped by members of the court. On your way, three ladies and two noblemen stop you with requests, most of them inquiring about marriage blessings. The courting season has yet to begin, but this isn’t surprising. When members spend the winter at court, they often seek out proposals.

By the time you enter your chambers, you’re exhausted mentally. Since last summer’s drought, the kingdom has needed more attention than normal. For the most part, you’ve managed to keep everyone fed, even those hit the hardest by the drought. Trade has been stable as well as fishing. Now, there’s been flooding everywhere since the rain started, and it has not let up since. You wonder if this is the Gods’ cruel way of making up for the drought; by drowning you all.

At only 24 years of age, you have so little time and experience under your belt. You’ve reigned for two years, since your mother’s passing. She fell ill and passed quickly, leaving you alone with the Kingdom in need of a strong Queen to lead.

You’re not so sure you’ve been that.

You begin to walk towards your dressing chamber, ready to change into something comfortable for reading before dinner, when a voice scares you.

“I’ve not seen you look this unhappy since your mother passed,” Suguru’s familiar voice speaks from your bed.

“Suguru,” you turn to face him from across the room. He’s lying on your bed as if it's his, dressed in black pants and a deep burgundy tunic. His hair isn’t tied back, but instead falling around his face and shoulders. “I believed you ill.”

He shrugs, sitting up and swinging his legs off the bed, showing he’s not in shoes but just socks. Thank god, you don’t want to have to sleep in dirty bedding. He approaches you, reaching his hand out towards your face.

You allow him to caress your cheek, placing your hand over his and leaning into his touch. Suguru has been your main advisor since you ascended the throne, appointed by you and you alone. When you were younger, you always knew you wanted him on your side when it came time. He was so much older and wiser than you.

Despite being a decade and some older than you, he always made time for you when you were a child. His father was your mother and grandfather's most trusted advisor, so it makes sense that he would fill those shoes for you after his father died during your mother’s reign. When you asked, he answered before you could even finish the question. He remained by your side from coronation day on.

“Suguru,” you whisper and his eyes burn into yours.

I want you. I need you. I love you.

It all goes through your mind but you choke it down.

“You shouldn’t be here.” You pull away from him, turning your back to him so you don’t have to see that disappointed look in his eyes again. “Go rest in your rooms. The council will be sending you an invitation to review soon. It’d be suspicious if you weren’t present when it arrived.”

“-----,” your name sounds foreign from the lips of anyone but him.

“Your Highness,” you correct.

“Understood,” he disappears through the door behind your tapestry by your bed.

You fall to your knees as the door shuts, disappointed in yourself. An overwhelming feeling of grief washes through your body, aching in your chest and spreading to your limbs.

Why can’t you let him love you?

Whatever the reason, you know it's for the best of your kingdom. Shaking your head of those thoughts, you call for your chambermaids, undress, and settle in for some reading before dinner. Time passes by and before you know it they’re back to dress you again.

#suguru geto x reader #satoru gojo x reader #geto suguru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #📜.somebody else

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maskyartist · 4 months

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okay NOW im happy aint they cute lil war criminals? :D

#masky says #doodles #explosive kingdoms au #i was SO tempted to call this the pompeii au but that didnt sit right with me ;>.>#or fallen kingdoms but THAT....was tempting BUT STILL DIDNT COMMIT #anyways #trolls dreamworks #trolls clay #trolls viva #trolls band together #trolls au #i'll see about drawin the others too >3>#but for now heres my main babies :D

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mirrow-hamato · 3 months

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@maskyartist inspired me to also draw this two 🧨explosive🧨 Clays together haha.

Explosive Kingdoms Clay belongs to @maskyartist too.

Fell au Clay belongs to meeeeehhh

I also decided to draw them as close to original as possible. +Plus draw it in sketch style as you have m4.

It actually was fun to draw them lololo 🌌💖

#trolls band together #brozone #trolls #trolls 3 #dreamworks trolls #trolls clay #clay trolls #trolls fandom #trolls au #clay fell #clay explosive kingdoms #brozonefellau #bergens are yammy haha

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tac-bat · 11 months

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Uncensored version below, gore cw

Forest elder and au explanation Valley Elder (Spike hair)

K they’re VERY messed up in this au but basically the war in this au is dragged out MUCH longer to the point it’s still active when skykids fall, aka everyone is alive. This is pre diamond explosion yet it’s not in good shape.

Everything is the same up until in desperation, wasteland elder is stabbed by the twins to try and end it all. But Wasteland didn’t fall, no, they fought harder than ever. They still stood even nearly being cut in half. They use their orange light (fire magic which the canonically got) to keep themselves moving. So much so that smoke seeps through the cracks of their armour, the sheer amount of light used to power their body changes their hair to be a flame itself, as I hc elders hair is comprised of light.

They’re burning.

Their will to keep moving is to protect their people and soldiers till their last breath, to the point of being near possessive of keeping them safe. The entire kingdom eventually is built around the war, trying to work into the lives of everyone because they’re not much else they can do than either fight or supply. The economy is changed, everyone is overworked, tired, and on the brink of collapse. And then us skykids come along with the impression they’re a threat.

They’re so silly :3

yes this is a redraw from an old armour concept I did awhile ago but shhhhh

#Sky: Elders of Stasis #sky cotl #sky children of the light #sky: cotl #skyblr #sky: children of the light #tac art #sky cotl fanart #sky elders #cw gore #cw: gore #wasteland elder #sky cotl elders #that sky game

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gabessquishytum · 4 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/gabessquishytum/735982880275283968/royalty-au-where-hob-and-dream-are-head-over-heels?source=share

A High Holy Day OR blessing the Harvest after Dream starts to participate in his married culture more -- it is the (Prince) Consort's function to bless the harvest/perform rites to bless the fertility of the kingdom.

On the sacred alter where Dream is laid out, King Hob must bring Dream to as many explosive orgasms as he can over the course of the day as the public lines up to touch Dream's sweaty satisfied body. To be in the presence of the Prince Consorts pleasure, to touch his pleasured body is to be granted blessings and/or a good harvest.

Because Dream was "shy" no one thought the rites would be celebrated during Hob's reign, so when the proclamation when out that Dream agreed to celebrate the holy day, people started arriving days in advance and the line to touch and bask in the largesse of the Prince Consort wrapped around the castle.

And since noblesse oblige demands that all who come to celebrate the holiday with the royal family be given the opportunity to receive the blessing of the Prince Consort --- Hob had to keep Dream cumming alllllll day.

Hnnnnngg Dream is such a good consort <3

Hob has asked over and over if he's really sure that he wants this, and Dream seems to be completely certain. He's even had the traditional garments made for the ceremony, not that he'll be wearing them for long. He's read as many accounts of the ritual as he can find in preparation, and he is awash with excitement!!! On the festival day, Hob is honestly probably more nervous that Dream is. He's weirdly terrified that he'll just forget how to give Dream orgasms or something.

But of course that doesn't happen. As soon as the blessing rite begins, Hob relaxes and focuses on his consort. Enjoying Dream’s body is the easiest thing in the world, whether other people are watching or not. He makes Dream cum with his mouth on his nipples, with his fingers in his hole, with his cock pressed between Dream’s lovely lips. Dream’s body reacts beautiful, and after each orgasm he already seems eager for the next! How ever exhausted he gets he still has a spark of desire. Especially when Hob fucks him slow and deep, giving his swollen puffy hole what it really needs.

The people know that it will be a bountiful harvest indeed. Dream’s body is proof of that! He gives ever drop of his cum willingly, and when the rite is done, the prophets are declaring a golden age for the realm. Honestly, Dream just wants a nap... but Hob is looking at him with such pride. Maybe he can manage one more orgasm....

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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solomons-poison · 5 months

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Now for thoughts on arranged marriage AU with Silvio.

Arranged marriage with Silvio is... difficult. He agrees to marrying you, but only just. In fact, it takes a lot of convincing between nobles of both his court and yours for him to finally agree, and even then, it's glaringly obvious how much he hates the idea. Even in your own kingdom, your people hear rumors about his womanizing ways, sleeping with the prettiest women that approach him and the way he all but kicks them out after, leaving you unsure and doubtful about the success of this relationship.

As is expected, your impression of him doesn't change much after the first meeting, or after attending a nobles party to become acquainted with him and his court, or even after the wedding. He's arrogant, snobby, abrasive, and downright cruel, in all honesty. It's clear what his priorities are, expanding his wealth and the prosperity of his kingdom's economy, without a care for anything else. And you are just the tool to help him branch out and utilize your old kingdom's resources and connections to get what he wants.

There's plenty of arguments in the beginning, and comments from one often incite a smartass response from the other. You have no problem with attending him in his work, meeting the merchants and checking out new wares, getting an idea of what new products will be entering the market. But it quickly wears on you how shallow he seems, his focus on glam and money and status, and the way he tries to treat you like an object as well. It's almost endless the way he tries to throw expensive jewels and silks and rare items at you, dressing you like a living doll sometimes, but they're all empty gestures.

Every attempt to get closer to him as a person seems to be met with a brick wall, answering questions about his work but never anything personal. He avoids your touch like the plague, something like fear or vulnerability visible in his eyes that only serves to confuse you, and snaps at you when you try to approach. It eventually results in the first full fight, plenty of yelling and curse words exchanged before it ends with doors being slammed. Silvio's attendant, Carlo, seems to fear him but still makes an effort to apologize secretly on his behalf, helping to calm you down a little.

This explosion of feelings only pushes you to work harder, determined to change his opinion and accept you as his partner. For a while, it feels like nothing is changing, and that your efforts are for nothing. But the truth is, even before the first big fight, Silvio had fallen for you early, and he fell hard. He just couldn't bring himself to make himself vulnerable like that. Anybody could be bought with money, he had been convinced of that time and time again, and although it was unlikely anyone had riches to match his, he couldn't take that chance with someone he was legally tied to.

But somewhere in the arguments, the sass, and your persistence in breaking down his walls, you'd achieved your goal unknowingly in exposing the true man inside. It takes longer than both of you would like for him to accept these feelings, and even longer for him to come clean about how he got here. But once he accepts that he is yours, it's like a change overcomes him.

True to the dalmatian on his coat of arms, he changes from his prior abrasive attitude to one of protection and loyalty. Silvio is no stranger to the way people use money to buy others, and he works to protect you from being used as he had been in the past. The sassy remarks continue, but you both do it lovingly now, a strongly knit bond connecting you as you work together for the prosperity of the kingdom. Silvio never would have imagined forging a union not bought by his massive wealth in the past, but now that he has you, he realizes you were truly the answer all along.

#ikemen prince #silvio ricci x reader #ikepri silvio #ikemen prince silvio #ikepri au #the minx can write ✍️

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rarepears · 5 months

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Thought I had written this idea up before but apparently I didn't. (Because I didn't have much of a plot/set up to jazz it up I suppose?) But I remembered the worldbuilding element again when Shiro on discord was talking about the #Shen Yuan is born as Tywin Lannister's eldest son AU:

Okay so on Earth, the "North" can be referencing Canada, Russia, Scandinavian land and more. It's huge. More importantly, the planet is ROUND (no flat earthers on my timeline thank you very much).

We know one side of Mobei Jun's Northern Empire is Luo Binghe's Southern Demon Empire. What happens when Mobei Jun crosses the North Pole of his territory to the other side of the globe? What lands are those?

Hm... Westeros? >.>

So let's toss it into Shen Yuan is born as Tywin Lannister's eldest son AU. The Shen Qingqiu body died in an explosion and the Sun and Moon seeds (if that's the wrong name, well it's midnight here and I'm sleepy) kind of did its thing but not really and Shen Yuan gets an actual human body... in Joanna Lannister's womb. Maybe she ate some weird new plant that a merchant was introducing to the Westerland lord in hopes of getting a trade deal going with the very wealthy Casterly Rock which SURELY would love exotic plants to eat.

Anyways, this is all to say that Luo Binghe's hunt for his shizun won't have to involve going to other dimensions now. Mobei Jun calls up his demon overlord emperor to help the North solve a growing problem with some weird monsters cropping up in its most remote territory (aka the white walkers). Lo and behold, Luo Binghe learns of another human kingdom.

Plus with this twist to PIDW geography, Cang Qiong can join in the ride and fun of discovering a blonde hair green eyed Shen Qingqiu.

Oh and Jiu-Finger lurking in the back with a little dagger ready to stab Yue Qingyuan of course.

Welcome to live time plotting and editing where various details written in previous posts get chucked out of the window

[More in #Shen Yuan is born as Tywin Lannister's eldest son AU]

#mobei jun #svsss #svsss ideas #svsss au #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #Shen Yuan is born as Tywin Lannister's eldest son AU #scum villain's self saving system #mxtx #game of thrones #tywin lannister #luo binghe

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ya-boi-haru · 5 months

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Icarus + Quixis Imaginary Childhood Friend AU

(I was hoping to present this as a little comic, but people aren't my forte, and it'll get out quicker if I write it😅)

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Icarus inherited Fables abilities to create at a young age. They could make small toys to play with when they were bored or even make the sweetest treats for a sneaky midnight snack.

They preferred to keep to themselves, for they weren't allowed in the village often, especially alone and even when they were, other kids seemed to be different with them. They weren't sure why.

Their Mother was always willing to see what Icarus could make and would try her hardest to make any time to play with them, but alas, royal duties were always calling. Their father - while happy and proud they inherited their gifts - wished they wouldn't be so careless with them.

There had been a couple incidents where a brightly coloured, flying toy had flown into the courtroom, where they were in the middle of discussing their next siege. More pranks had been pulled than they could count. More than a few times were things around the castle had been damaged due to careless play. The times when Icarus' creations caused destructive setbacks to the kingdoms' resources were the worst.

But can you really blame a child for just wanting to have fun?

After the umpteenth time of getting a lecture from their father about their abilities, they were sent to their room - which was thankfully far away enough not hear their parents arguing - where they tried not to cry. They just wanted a friend to play with! But their parents were too busy and the servants had jobs to do.

The gears in Icarus' head began to turn.

Icarus' had fought imaginary baddies and creatures all throughout the halls and courtyards of the castle and since they didn't have any friends, they made their own out of stuffing and fabric.

Maybe Icarus could make a new friend, one they could actually play with, one only they could play with and pull pranks with and create new things together! One only they could see.

So Icarus closed their eyes and tried it.

A being that could appear and reappear with a word. A being that could think for itself. A being that would have the ability to make their games more fun. One that would want to be and like being their friend.

Icarus isn't really sure if they pulled it off, but they were very tired after trying it. They looked around the room. They were alone.

When they awoke the next morning, they saw a figure sitting on the edge of the bed, eagerly awaiting for them to wake up.

The figure almost looked like them, although their eyes were completely black and their hair was snow white. Splashes of colour covered their cloths as if explosions of rainbow had hit them. They also noticed the transparency of the figure, like a ghost.

Icarus almost made it to their door to alert their parents about the strange, intruding figure in their room, but the figure quickly appeared in front of them trying to calm them down, telling them to not be afraid.

They introduced themselves as Quixis and explained how Icarus' attempt to make a friend worked.

Icarus didn't believe it at first, but the more time they explained and the more they were with them, Quixis grew on Icarus.

It didn't take long for the two to see what mischief they could get into.

Quixis' gifts definitely made things more fun. They could change things into whatever they wanted.

What was once a rock now was a yummy muffin to consume. When Icarus would make shampoo potions in the sink, Quixis could could glicth it into a potion of night vision. When Icarus held a stick it became a wooden sword. They would prank the gardener's by changing all the flowers to one kind and they would change the colours of the walls to confuse anyone who walked past. They would glitch their cloths and play dress ups - even Quixis gave themselves a crown - and rule over their wacky kingdom together.

Icarus finally had a friend, and everyone thought they were just imaginary!

But Quixis was anything but and they also underestimated just how powerful Quixis could be.

Something happened.

Innocent play went wrong and Icarus got hurt. Bad. And when Quixis tried to help, they couldn't, panic making their glitching ability worse, spreading over the parts of the kingdom and it was that trail of wack that lead Fable and Isla to an Injured Icarus.

They recovered, thankfully, but Fable once again lectured Icarus.

Fable thought Quixis was just Icarus' Imaginary friend but after hearing how they came to be Fable was shocked. He was sceptical but after many "Please, Dad"s and puppy dog eyes, he decided to be okay with this new being. After all, it made his child happy, how could he say no.

But after weeks of seeing what this Quixis could do, change their kingdom, affect their crops, cause chaos, cause Icarus harm, Fable had to put his foot down.

If Icarus can create an invisible being, then Fable can create something to trap it in.

Icarus cried and begged for their father to not do it, telling them that Quixis promises to behave and that it was just an accident but Fable wouldn't listen.

Only Icarus could see Quixis being sucked into the cage, the only one to hear them begging for their help.

Fable took the small form of a prison and hid it where Icarus could never find it. And they never did.

Years passed and Icarus grew along with his new brother. Over time, they forgot about Quixis and their adventures. But Quixis remembers it all and as those years passed, Quixis also grew and not just in maturity but power. They eventually broke down their prison and broke out, but when they found Icarus again, they couldn't remember them.

No where else to go, they stayed with Icarus' appearing in times they felt like it, still causing pranks and trying to help them where they could.

Icarus may think they're a menace- they tell them every chance they get - but Quixis still sees their friend and is determined to get them to remember again.

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I'm not a writer + I winged it lol

Home you guys liked the idea of it anyway :3 I may come up with more thoughts on it later?

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