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emily-mooon · 1 month

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OK! here's the general idea for this Nordegrim Ghosts AU that has been haunting me:

CW FOR MENTIONS OF DEATH, ATTEMPTED MURDER, AND ALSO A TINY BIT SUGGESTIVE (just a tiny bit though)

Stacey, Scott, and Lawrence inherit this big house from a distant great aunt they have never met after she passed of old age. Scott is in debt so he cant take the house like he was supposed to, and Lawrence wants nothing to do with it, so Stacey gets it instead.

It’s perfect though cause her and Neil, who is also her husband now here, were planning to move houses anyways and were struggling to find a good place. Also since the house is super big, they thought about opening a hotel at one point once the house is all fixed up.

What they don't know is that the house is haunted. the ghosts in question are:

Knives Chau: A teenage girl from the 1950s who was a fan of rock n' roll that got pushed down the stairs by a jealous classmate (not Tamara btw that was her gf) at a party

Julie Powers (IDK her married last name yet): An Edwardian women who got pushed out the window by her husband (who is Joseph in this AU btw)

Stephen Stills: A folk singer from the mid 60s who dies in a fire (people confused him with the other Stephen Stills all the time)

Gideon Graves: A music producer from the late 60s early 70s who was poisoned by a rival producer

Lucas Lee: A Victorian lumber guy who was crushed by a wooden beam during the construction of the houses renovation

Todd Ingram: A 90s Rockstar who died while having sex with his bands drummer (which like in the comic, was also cheating on his girlfriend and it is still Lynette and Envy)

Lisa Miller: A somewhat famous 1930s actress who died while filming a scene

Matthew Patel: An early 19th century poet who died in a duel that was orchestrated by a good friend of his

Roxie Richter(she has no last name in this au btw, putting it here cause I put everyone elses last names here): A Viking who was struck by lighting

Ken and Kyle Katayanagi : Inventors/mechanics from the late 19th century who died in a car explosion along with their dog (who is a dog version of robot 0-1 btw). They live in the carriage house as its far more peaceful than the main house

The ghosts overhear the hotel idea when Stacey and Neil are talking about it and they are not too pleased with it. So they try to haunt them so they'll leave, but ultimately fail.

Then either Gideon or Todd, come across Stacey leaning out the window and decide to push her in an another attempt to get them to leave which in turn, almost kills her. Because of this, now Stacey can see ghosts and forms a close friendship with them. Neil, like Mike and I assume Jay in bbc and cbs ghosts respectively, will have a collage of what they all look like since he cannot see them.

So yeah that's my idea so far! I’m still tweaking things but I’m happy with this rn. I’ll definitely make art for it at some point (and if people want it, an ask blog). Feel free to also suggest some ideas for this au if you have any :]

#also btw it takes place on the east coast cause why not make some more changes #its mostly inspired by bbc ghosts cause thats the only one ive seen and i adore that show to pieces #because of this fact decided to check out who the ghosts are in cbs ghosts and some of the time periods are similar to the ones ive picked #some of the charcters also die and are in the roles of some canon characters (ex. Julie and Matthew) but i did essentially tweak some other #and also added in new time periods for it to be unique #this is a new niche au to add to the pile #I’ve kinda done it once before with ST but only managed to make byler capvers stuff along with toxic regency ghost boyfriends stonathan #scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim comic #scott pilgrim takes off #stacey pilgrim #young neil #neil nordegraf #knives chau #julie powers #stephen stills scott pilgrim #gideon graves #lucas lee #todd ingram #lisa miller #matthew patel #roxie richter #ken katayanagi #kyle katayanagi #nordegrim #cw mention of death #cw attempted murder #adding those two tags in cause while i mention them briefly it still could be trigging for someone #lmk if I should add the cw suggestive tag #cause I’m unsure since it is like one word compared to death and attempted murder

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villruu · 4 days

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ohh what's your marble hornets sea au?

Im procastinating on studying so i'll take this as an opportunity to ramble lmao it's vaguely set in the age of sail but with a few tweaks and so.

My marble hornets sea au (name pending kekw) it's a psychological horror au focused on the isolation and paranoia that ravages a small ship (The Hornet probably lmao, I am NOT that original) after it's left stranded on the sea.

With the captain and most of the more experienced workers dead, Brian, Alex, Jay, Tim, Seth and Sarah are left adrift on the ocean for almost 5 months. The ship is eventually found by a whaling ship, however, only Jay is found aboard. passed out and hid beneath the deck between the empty wooden boxes that once held the cargo.

The only thing Jay is left with is the memories of the night before the incident that left most of the crew dead, a week of the isolation the new crew was left in and the incoherent ramblings of the logbook of the ship.

He remakes his life back on land, having gotten an intense fear of the sea for reasons he can't recall, and becomes a small journalist for a local paper in a whaling town. However, after 3 years and increasing curiosity, Jay decides to try and find out what happened to the ship, for both himself and in honor of the few memories he has of his friends.

However, as Jay starts joining different ships in search of the truth, following an old letter that claims to have been sent by his old friend Alex, he begins to feel increased paranoia and fear as each ship he joins has a tragedy happen upon it.

It's almost like he is being hunted by something...

#marble hornets #jay merrick #vrill talks #? igs?#i am very insane abt this au btw #its vaguely inspired by Moby Dick and Mariner's revenge if u wanna get somewhat of a vibe #except take that and max out the psychological issues and paranoia x10000000 #anyways the small period of time (like 3 months lol) that the hornet's crew manages to survive after the initial incident is #while tragic #very comedic too #there's no better way to pretend everything is alright like goofing around with ur friends on the sea lmao #i dont have the latter actual mh plot fully planned/thought out #BUT i do have lots of thoughts abt the period pre-incident and post incident in the ship so feel free to ask abt that #marble hornets sea au #<- working name idk ill see what i think about

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 3 months

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ari this is a THREAT ‼️⚠️ i am cornering u with a knife… that i will use to cut out a slice of carrot cake for u to enjoy while you tell me more of your thoughts on the stsg reincarnation au u mentioned in your tags 🍰 >:3 bc i am nothing if not NOSY !!

i feel like i’d heard abt an au like that before too but the only one that comes to mind rn is this one where suguru’s a barista.. n satoru is soooo starstruck just instantly like he even waits outside in the rain for suguru to clock out 😖😖 in love with how op drew them too the pouty look on satoru’s face in the second one kills me every time like aaaahhh they’re so pretty </33 prettiest boys ever….

LOGAN I GOT SO SCARED 😥😥 ty for the carrot cake i am munching on it happily :33

BUT OKOK i think i’ve figured it out …. i’ve ALSO seen that specific reincarnation au (i love it sm it hurts OUR PRETTY BOYS…..) and i think i’ve also seen some other art for another series entirely where the reincarnated characters met in a museum… so my brain probably just . mashed those two together PHDJDH 😭😭 but ok we ball I’M SO GLAD UR CURIOUS i thought abt it a bit more before going to bed yesterday and my thoughts spiralled into a whole plot PHDJDGB LET ME KNOW WHAT U THINK…….. (warning!! this got long ALSO tagging mickey obv i need stsg nation approval for this @softgirlgonehaywire)

ok so !!!! first of all. satoru is a stem boy in this au. that’s simply how he is. he has literally no interest in The Fine Arts, and just so happens to get dragged to a museum for a school trip. he doesn’t really see the appeal yk?? just a bunch of stuffy rich people (he’s rich too but he’s not like the others he’s down w the poor <33) walking around like zombies….. he just hates the atmosphere bc he sincerely loves interacting w people and everyone in the museum is just staring at the paintings and sculptures and so on w/o even talking abt them :/// yeah. he does Not like art. (he just doesn’t Get It yet!!)

then we have suguru. our beloved. suguru is an art student <3 a bit pretentious about it <33 goes to a prestigious art school and lives and breathes art. he LOVES going to museums and exhibits and galleries just to dissect the pieces, think about their meaning, study them up close…. similarly to satoru i think his feelings about art have a lot to do with his yearning for connection and companionship; satoru doesn’t like art because he sees it as an isolated activity (average stem boy smh he just doesn’t Get it), suguru loves art because it gives him the chance to connect with painters new and old. he’s sooo enamored with the idea that he can forge a kind of connection with someone long dead, just by looking at something they made with their hands and mind. it’s so dear to him. (this is important for the Themes ok bear with me </3)

so!!! basically!!!! satoru is a stem boy, suguru is an art girl, and they happen to be in the same art museum at the same time. one of them is bored out of his mind, dragging his friends around and generally being a disturbance to the peace, the other is delicately and thoughtfully going from painting to painting. lost in his own little world.

they stumble upon one particular painting at the same time.

it depicts a man with long, black hair, clad in robes and smiling with the sun sinking behind him. his face is partially obscured, a little blurry, but his smile is framed almost as the center of the piece. it’s beautiful. the colours are warm, the brushstrokes are delicate, and there’s a tenderness to it that neither of them can quite put their finger on. but it’s so fervent. when they look down in search of the name of the piece and its painter, they see the following:

my one and only — unknown artist. (this is pure love starts playing in the bg)

satoru, for whatever reason, can’t take his eyes of this particular painting. he’s mesmerized. he’s never felt like this before — never felt so moved by a piece of art. suguru can’t turn away, either, but he thinks to himself that he feels a little sick. he’s never looked at a painting and felt as if it was looking right back at him. and no matter how hard he tries, he can’t get a sense of the artist’s intent. he feels like he should be able to, but it’s too out of reach.

finally, suguru notices satoru standing only a couple steps away, and asks what he thinks. smiling politely. satoru is completely entranced, but meets suguru’s gaze, and all he can verbalize is that it’s pretty.

suguru loves to be a contrarian — but this time, he genuinely can’t bring himself to agree.

ok so here i’m thinking they fight a bit <33 it’s how they get to know each other (in typical stsg fashion)!! suguru really doesn't like this painting for some reason, while satoru really loves this painting (for some reason), and feels oddly protective over it. so suguru makes a throwaway comment that pisses satoru off, he gets a little hissy, they bicker a bit, that’s all. suguru offhandedly mentions that he goes to an art school. satoru ends up remembering this.

aaaaand here is where the Plot begins <33 i hope u are still with me logan & mickey here is a treat and a snack for u to munch on while reading because tbh i dont think im stopping anytime soon (you did this 😞😞): 🍨🧋 🍧🍵

satoru, as previously stated, is a stem boy. he’s never cared about art. but this painting makes him feel something, something that he’s never felt before. he’s never felt so fulfilled, and after some contemplation he realizes that must be because he’s an art boy at heart. he’s found his true calling.(<- his own assumption lol) he’s just so!! excited!!! he buys a big canvas and expensive brushes and sits down to make his Masterpiece, certain that it’ll end up mending the hole in his heart, the feeling he’s been plagued by for as long as he can recall — that something is missing from his life. (satoru assumes that this something is art.) (it’s actually suguru.)

after a very eventful evening, satoru discovers that he can’t fucking paint.

and he’s horrified by this revelation bc he’s a GENIUS. he can literally do Anything if he just tries. but he sucks at art. he just can’t do it. he sits down and tries his best to paint but nothing comes out well. there’s a gap between his imagination and reality and that just irks him. he doesn’t know what to do. he’s so used to never needing anybody’s help, but it sure would be nice if he had an art student to help him out a bit…..

……………………

satoru ends up hunting suguru down <33 by going to every single art gallery he can find in tokyo. suguru calls him a stalker. satoru asks suguru to tutor him. suguru thinks he’s insane. (but obv ends up agreeing bc no one can resist the allure of a stem boy finding his true calling) (mickey this wasnt even an intentional parallel to the vamp fic we’re just connected through the hivemind i swear)

and!! while we’re on the topic of suguru — he’s currently having a bit of a crisis because he’s never truly encountered a piece of art that’s made him feel as uncomfortable as my one and only did, and even though he knows it’s a good thing he can’t help but suddenly feel a tiny bit afraid of art. something about the smile of the man in the painting makes him feel a little nauseous, a little guilty. he can’t focus as much when he’s painting anymore, and it bothers him.

he also can’t stop thinking about the white haired little freak in the museum, who seemed so out of place, but looked so sincerely captivated by this one single painting. what does he see in it that suguru doesn’t? he just doesn’t get it.

he figures tutoring said freak will give him some answers.

aaaaand that’s the plot!!! they end up bonding through art and both take their time trying to figure out why they’re so fixated on my one and only. which obv happens to be the final work of satoru gojo, dedicated to suguru geto to keep his memory alive <333 nobody knows exactly where the painting came from, but it’s said to be a symbol of true love. a connection that transcends time. etc etc etc. u get me. satoru and suguru can’t help but feel drawn to it, and it helps them find each other again. they have this feeling towards the painting, towards each other, that they can’t quite put their finger on. something out of reach.

(one time, satoru dreams of a man with a severed arm, framed by the sunset, and wakes up with tears in his eyes.

he feels as if he’s forgotten something important.)

#can u tell i got carried away instantly PHEUDHDJJEYFJFJJX #THEY MEAN THE WHOLE WORLD TO ME!!! stsg reincarnation au <33 loosely inspired by blue period read it if u havent its soo good #LET ME KNOW UR THOUGHTS IF U HAVE ANY OH FELLOW STSG SOLDIERS <333 #ask tag ✩#logan !! ✩

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auideas · 2 years

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got anything for witch au's that aren't modern? :0

Well, we were going to save all the spooky prompts for October, but we’ll let this one slip by~

Living as a bit of a loner, Character A was able to dedicate their time to medical research & herbology, learning to make salves and potions to cure ailments and sickness easily. That idyllic lifestyle is thrown off track when a member of the royal guard stumbles into their isolated forest cabin, quickly collapsing onto the crooked floorboards from a combination of exhaustion and wounds. Character A doesn’t see this intrusion as a break in, but a challenge -- after all, how difficult would it be to nurse a captain of the guard back to health?

Character A always knew about magic and love; they were raised by a wonderful witch and the two lived together in the woods, practicing spells and creating healing potions. It was the perfect life...until all of a sudden, the nearby town decided that witches were evil and Character A’s parent was responsible for the drought that was destroying their crops. In the middle of the night, a mob broke into their humble cabin and stole Character A’s parent, burning her at the stake, all while Character A pounded on the latched basement door and listening to their screaming -- one of agony, and the others’ cheering. Then and there, Character A vows to become powerful and take their revenge on the town. Nothing would stop them.

“A curse.” That’s what the village was suffering from -- at least, that was the rumor. The thing is, hidden resident witch Character A didn’t cast it (at least, not this one), and anyone looking to break the curse would surely search their cabin and immediately become suspicious. Character A wasn’t in the habit of breaking curses, but they knew it was the only way to stay safe (all while dodging the murderous rage of their cursed villagers).

Character A was a spoiled royal, and that was the kindest way to describe them, really. On one royal hog hunt, they come across a really really broken down shack in a swamp. Showing off their bravery, Character A decides to enter the shack, only to be cursed by a powerful witch to become a small black cat. Now, Character A has to figure out a way to turn back into a human, all while stuck as the witch's familiar.

People were never Character A’s thing, which is why when their family died of the plague, they headed right to the forest. Better to just be by yourself, they’d always say. Living off the land in solitude was wonderful, especially when their soups and salves began to take on a more… magical quality.

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aspiring-artist-em · 9 months

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I said Sorius has irregular period. I'm just thinking that could happen around Remus or Peter or James and the first time she must have been so embarrassed🫤

AHHHH I DONT WANNA THINK ABOUT IT

but if I did...

Sirius frowned, she had no idea why everyone was eyeing her weirdly. She was a thirteen year old girl, not a fucking serial killer. Sure, she got a new earring, was carrying the heavy cloak over her arm, and was holding her hair up with her wand, but she was just hot and for some odd reason, there was a pain in her stomach. It's not like she grew an extra head.

Actually, that was entirely possible.

Sirius looked to the nearest window, glanced at her reflection and breathed out a little sigh of relief when she realized that she, in fact, only had one head. So why was everyone fucking staring at her.

She heard James run up next to her, clasping a hand on her shoulder and yelling in her ear. She smiled as he kept ranting and raving about quidditch, a familiar fondness filling her chest. The two kept walking, not waiting for Peter or Remus, who were trailing behind them, stuck in their own conversation. This was how it usually was. Those two always trailed behind, calmly talking about class while James and Sirius put their heads together for some proper mischief making.

It was just like every other day.

Until Peter's voice rang loud in her ears, drowning out James's endless chattering, shocked and shrill, "Sirius, you're bleeding!"

Sirius stopped in her tracks.

What did he mean, she was bleeding?

Her voice was panicked when she spoke, "Pete, what the fuck do you mean? I'm not-"

He cut her off, desperate to prove that he was right. "Yes you are! There's blood on your thighs-"

Sirius whipped around, clasping her hand to his mouth. She saw his eyes go wide and his short, stout frame start trembling. She didn't know why her face was burning, why the deeply rooted shame she tried to bury started to creep up her neck and onto her ears.

Peter was trying to talk behind the hand over his mouth. Sirius was aware that everyone was staring. She was hyper-sensitive to the feeling of their eyes on her, to the sound of the way they whispered amongst themselves at the sight. She could imagine the conversations perfectly, the murmured, "look at Black, going crazy again", "so the rumors are true about their family."

For the first time ever, Sirius wanted to fucking disappear.

Remus was the first one to act, murmuring a spell before wrapping a hand around her waist and guiding her to the hospital wing. "Come on Sirius, let's get you to Madame Pomfrey, you must've just cut yourself."

Sirius nodded, letting herself be led by the other girl.

The four marauders never really talked about it later, at least to Sirius. Instead, it fell on Remus's shoulders to explain to each one of them, separately of course, what a period was and how to act around someone who was unaware they were bleeding though their clothing. Over the years, Sirius got better at recognizing the signs, the dull ache in her abdomen, the intense need for salt. She got better at walking in front of James- never Peter, she was too prideful to stoop that low- and asking if she was okay. They got better at murmuring spells to rid her thighs of the blood when she didn't notice, which was happened less and less often throughout the years. But it was nothing they ever talked about, if only to save Sirius from the shame.

#tumblr asks #wolfstar #marauders #fem sirius #drabble inspired by an ask #low-key part of my au im writing #ems rambling #ems thoughts #very much unedited #idk #periods?#wtf did I just write

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ride-a-dromedary · 1 year

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Cyrano de Bergerac can gracefully bound his way through a duel (though most duelists would call his rather rough and tumble hurricane style...different), and leap through hoops and over cannons, and weave impishly between shining beams of an enemy’s sword and grungy battlefields alike like no one’s business, but he never learned to dance proper and that is a hill I am willing to die on.

#please consider....roxanne attempting to teach him when they were younger and she was learning #(much like he snuck her his education with the rapier wouldn't you know)#(they don't get very far for reasons)#but then also...christian attempting to teach him later on (because i would assume a baron would receive that kind of education as well)#(they also don't get very far for reasons)#he is hopeless either way - not because of the actual skill that's easy when he learns the count - but...it's the partner thing #that gives him pause yk #it's the needing to be close to another for an extended period #it's the intimacy of physical closeness - cyrano has mastered that of avoidance and artfully dodging - but togetherness?#physicality? something he cannot distance himself from with waxed poetic or a jab or a bound away? much harder #(but he just acts like it's all nonsense)#(but then the three of them dancing in their home later in the years in that everyone lives au i can dream)#jibber jabber blabber bluff #i need a tag for where i talk about cyrano #this was inspired for when adaptations frame christian and roxanne dancing around one another pre or post balcony scene as *literal* dancing #i eat that up literally every time

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louwhose · 1 year

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Something about immortal representations of Life and Death and endless cycles.

Drawn for @zelinkcommunity's weekly prompt Immortal

#legend of zelda #ocarina of time #zelink #loz #oot #oot zelink #it is mostly oot I guess but really it's an oot au #greek-gods-esque #anyhow I spent entirely too long on this within a twenty-four-hour period #and then was too exhausted to remember to post it for a couple of days #oops #deku mountain #because yes it is also totally inspired by that crack ship too #lou draws

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inevitablemoment · 8 months

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Samlan September Day 9 & 10 - Historical AU // Romantic Keepsake

Word Count: 788

Warnings: Period-typical age gap (ten year age gap; it's Sam's eighteenth birthday in this fic)

Fandom: Law & Order

Pairings: Nolan Price x Samantha Maroun

Okay, I wasn't planning on combining days, but as I was writing this, it just seemed to fit either way.

This AU is set in the 1880s, and is mainly inspired by Laura and Almanzo from Little House on the Prairie. In fact, I took some dialogue verbatim from the show.

Enjoy!

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Samantha had been teaching since the fall, and she had found it utterly terrifying. Most of the students were taller than she was, and she had to sleep away from home for the first time. The family she was staying with were not friendly in any use of the word. The father was condescending with a quick temper, while the mother was tyrannical and seemed to dislike her from the moment Samantha had dared to step foot in her house.

But, every Friday-- no matter what the weather-- Nolan Pride would arrive at the school to take Samantha home for the weekend in his father's two-horse buggy.

She had known Nolan ever since his sister had come to town as the new teacher, and she had fallen for him just from her first sight of him. He was certainly a farm boy, as she could tell from the calluses on his hands, but he was intelligent and a great conversationalist. She enjoyed his company, and he had a calmness about him that was a welcome change of pace from the troublemakers that she dealt with during the week.

Her father was reluctant to approve, however. Nolan was twenty-eight, while Samantha was turning eighteen. He did think that Nolan was a good man, but the gap of ten years was enough to make him hesitate, if not the idea of his daughter growing up.

Samantha walked through the crowd of dancing people in the main room of the town restaurant, which was decorated with red paper hearts. She entered the empty kitchen; before she could even see it, the harsh February chill told her that the back door was open. She easily made out Nolan's silhouette, sitting on the back porch of the restaurant deep in thought. She smiled as she maneuvered her way through the kitchen, careful not to get any flour or food debris on her new blue dress, to get to him.

As she reached the opened back door, she nervously began to play with her hands.

"Hi," she greeted softly.

Nolan slowly looked up at her, his expression one of surprise and shock, though he echoed just as softly, "Hi."

His eyes locked with hers, and she felt that familiar jolt in her stomach.

"I didn't think you were going to be here tonight," he confessed.

"Why not?" Samantha asked, tilting her head ever so slightly. "Didn't you think anyone else would bring me?"

Nolan looked away from her, embarrassed. "I didn't mean that. I-- I don't know what I mean."

"It's alright-- I'm not angry with you," Samantha assured him.

Inside, she could hear the song ending, and the band starting up a new waltz. Slowly, she began to take closer steps towards him and sat down next to him. The temperature of her body seem to fluctuate between below the current weather and a comforting, fireplace-like warmth when she realized how close they were.

If Amanda's mother saw this, she would turn purple from how scandalized she would be! Samantha thought to herself, amused.

Both Nolan and Samantha looked away from each other, looking down into their laps. But they quickly looked back up at each other, offering awkward but caring smiles.

"Who did you come with?" Nolan asked.

Samantha bit back a laugh. "My father."

Nolan, however, couldn't help but laugh. "I came with my sister."

"I know," Samantha told him.

They stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds before Nolan looked away again.

"Since we're both here..." he began, his voice quiet in the way it would be when he was unsure of how one would react to his words. "Maybe I could, kind of, be your escort."

Samantha's smiled widened a bit at his suggestion. "You may."

Nolan picked up a package wrapped in paper depicting red roses and laid it in her lap. "I didn't know if you would be here or not, but I brought your present anyway... just in case."

Samantha began to untie the ribbon and opened the package, revealing a folded-up shawl. The shawl was a muslin fabric, but various flowers of blues and pinks and yellows were painted on with care.

"It's beautiful..."

She unfolded the shawl and wrapped it around her shoulders. She looked back up into Nolan's eyes, not daring to look away.

"It's like I'm wearing your colors," she said.

"I hope so," he said.

They leaned in closer to each other, letting their instincts take over as their lips connected tenderly. They separated when they realized that the band was playing a new song already that Samantha recognized as "Beautiful Dreamer."

"How would you like to dance with the teacher?" she asked him.

"I'd love to," he answered.

#Samlan September #samlanseptember #Samlan #Nolam #Inspired by Little House on the Prairie #Historical AU #TW Period-Typical Age Gap #Nolan x Sam #Nolan Price x Samantha Maroun #My Writing #OTP: You Have A Bright Future In This Office #OTP: A Really Smart Prosecutor Once Told Me #Nolan Price #Sam Maroun #Samantha Maroun #Hugh Dancy #Odelya Halevi #Law & Order #Law and Order

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the-element-siren · 1 year

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Darklina Prompt

Inspired by an Italian version of Beauty and the Beast. It's on Amazon Prime in the US and I'll post a link.

Aleksander Morozov was the envy of all men. Prince of Kirigan, happily married to a woman of grace and beauty and loved him as much as he did her and controlled some of the richest lands in Ravka. That was until one night when a fire broke out. His favorite cousin, Elizaveta lives with them as his ward until he can find her a husband. His wife's body was found untouched by the fire by a balcony, many assumed that the Prince killed her while others rationalized that she must have jumped to avoid the fire's path. The prince's face was covered with scars as though he'd been scratched. (Think his new look from SaB)

Alina and Mal live in the village and struggle to survive. Alina works at a bookbinder that paid very little while Mal barely ever manages to hold a job for more than a week and spends whatever money Alina makes in the tavern. He dreams of a farm in a new place with fertile lands and finding a beautiful wife. Alina holds on to hope that he'll finally really see her.

One day, Mal decides that he needs to change his life. So spurred on by his friends, he decides to steal from the Prince. He does manage to get into the estate and find some jewelry, Luda's jewelry, but he gets caught and destroys some precious vases. Aleksander decides to imprison him for now until he decides on Mal's punishment.

After hearing about what happened, Alina rushes to the estate. She is able to see Mal and they are interrupted by Aleksander. She pleads for Mal's life and offers to pay off his debt by working as a servant, Mal doesn't even try to object. Aleksander agrees and gives Alina the day to settle her affairs.

Sadly, it's one of the ones with ads 😔😔 but still so good!! Made in Italy but english dubbed

#darklina #shadow and bone #darklina au #shadow and bone au #darklina prompt #vague regency/victorian period #regency au #period au #prince!aleksander #beauty and the beast inspired

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pbaintthetb · 2 years

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So uh apparently I never talked about my ideas of an “Old/Wild West” MDZS au? wild

Anyway the main takeaway is that the Burial Mounds would be like a set of old abandoned mine shafts (because they freak me tf out and are just major death traps)

and they’d all have their fancy little old fashioned guns instead of swords. Or perhaps their horses really.

And the Jin would totally be heavy into the railways and have all the Wen remnants building them

(The Wen would be all the miners... before they shut down. Nobody knows what they really do these days.)

NMJ as the Sheriff and actually yeah NHS DOES take over because there is something interesting about him really really taking the law into his own hands while never really being good at it. (also LXC as a deputy would both be hnggh and so bad)

Jiang be the big trading names

and the Lan idk, farmers? ranchers?

but yh, idk there is deffo an atmosphere which could be interesting, mostly the mines. The idea of WWX being pushed into a canyon of abandoned mineshafts and left to die in the desert but finding his way out haunts me at night

This isn’t super fleshed out but it’s fun to think about sometimes

#mdzs #mdzs au #look idk what this is #i mean it's partly inspired by a presentation i did a while back where i picked random historical time periods and rated them as fanfic aus #and old west was one

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starlit-mansion · 7 months

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speaking of dads eagerly accepting invitations to deck building games...

because we cannot have a single interest without it becoming about ocs, have been thinking a lot about human au neil having been an old school hobby shop nerd (he is just the most classic high fantasy lotr nerd so yeah he ate up dnd in middle school and kept up the hobby until he had a kid and his priorities changed) and having been into mtg for a bit too

and now that he is in his late 40s and bedeviled by the youths (trio of annoying transgender 20 year olds led by his two of his friends' son), they are going to be so shocked and awed that he knows what magic is and is willing to play with them. and they are going to laugh at the dorky art in his ancient deck from the ancient bygone era of... 2001

#partially inspired by the trove of magic cards from 2005 that my partner's aunt found and passed along #they are mostly worthless except the one that was banned because it was too racist (yikes)#it's very fun to contextualize neil as the prog rock nerdy weed dad that he truly is at his core #even actually in regular high fantasy normal setting he just should be listening to rush somehow #i dont want to do ANOTHER period piece modern au so it's funny that by all means he should be a classic 80s nerd but no.#no he graduated college in like '96 he just chose to be out of date on purpose #he will also dm for them sometimes. no one else can handle the responsibility :(#(also yes he has a dm pc that is a copper dragon disguised as an elven mayor. layers lmao.)#anyway bobby and prosper and andwise are constantly shocked that neil is cool about nerd shit and queer shit #low key convinced that their generation invented all of it but no he has in fact been doing both of those since the 90s

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poltergeist-coffee · 8 months

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100% my love for silly podcast/radio aus started with wtnv and i despratly want to draw the slimeriana radio au because it would be stupid and silly

#💬 one new message #too many art ideas and i cant execute any of them <//3 #horrible for me #unrelated if i could have my way id make an art college/ vaguely blue period inspired qsmp au because i fucking love blue period

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saintobio · 1 month

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LONG LIVE THE VILLAINESS !

amidst the tale of sweetest love and bitterest revenge, the fallen empress is cast back ten years into the past to correct her sins and avoid eternal damnation, even at the price of betraying her once husband, the very cause of her downfall.

♱ pairings. gojo satoru, fem!reader

♱ genre. enemies-to-lovers, period piece, medieval au

♱ tags. ooc, regression, crown prince!gojo, noble lady!reader, politics, classism, clan wars, religion (catholicism), misogyny, violence, war, rebellion, suggestive, smut, gore, double life, explicit language, more to be added

♱ notes. this fic draws heavy inspirations from the webnovel ‘sister, i am the queen in this life’ and manhwa of the same name. it’s basically a fanfic of that series bc i am obsessed with it :’D

♱ status. on-going (slow updates)

♱ THIS SERIES WILL SERVE AS THE THE SECOND TIMELINE -> READ HERE FOR THE FIRST TIMELINE (ORIGINAL STORY) ♱

PROLOGUE.

ACT I. THE LADY

ACT II. THE CROWN PRINCE

ACT III. THE KNIGHT

ACT IV. THE STAR CROSSED LOVERS

ACT V. THE BLESSED

ACT VI. THE SIN

ACT VII. THE REVELATION

ACT VIII. THE ENEMY

ACT IX. THE LOVER

ACT X. THE EMPRESS

EPILOGUE.

PROLOGUE

Like plunging beneath the surface of water and then, abruptly, breaking through to the air above—your body jolted as if awakening in a new world altogether. You drew in a long breath, your eyes fluttering open to reveal the ceiling, both familiar yet unfamiliar in its greeting. Swiftly, you surveyed your surroundings, noting with growing recognition the confines of your old room within the De Roma estate. The estate!

You were not in the palace of Caelum, but in the estate of House De Roma. A surge of realization flooded through you as you dashed towards the nearest mirror, confronting your reflection with wide, startled eyes.

No... could it be... that you have returned to your body, ten years prior?!

In the mirror, the reflection staring back at you was not that of the notorious wife of the tyrant Emperor Satoru, but of a 20-year-old maiden, the eldest daughter of Duke de Roma, with fuller cheeks and a more youthful appearance. You could not shake the feeling of disbelief, wondering if this was all just a dream, so you reached out to touch your arms and felt the flesh beneath your fingers, trying to convince yourself that this was an unexpected reality.

Oh, you were back. You found yourself returned to your former self, a decade younger, but now armed with the knowledge of your past life's actions and their consequences. Alongside this newfound understanding, the gift of clairvoyance had also been bestowed upon you.

And for what? Why had the heavens above returned you to your body? Was it for revenge, a second chance, or perhaps punishment?

Suddenly, a loud, deafening sound pierced your ears, and a blinding white light enveloped your vision. Your body became as still as a statue, and it felt as though your soul was transported to a fourth dimension where divine intervention seemed a lot more plausible to exist.

As your soul hovered in the liminal space between life and death, you found yourself standing before a figure cloaked in billowing robes, her presence commanding and her gaze piercing. This figure was Fortuna, the ancient Caelan goddess of fortune and fate, her visage austere and unforgiving.

“Are you aware of the sins that stain your soul?”

“Have you felt the weight of your transgressions, the consequences of your actions that have wrought suffering upon your people and brought ruin to your empire?”

Her voice echoed through the realm with the divine judgment that weighed upon your conscience, while her gaze penetrated to the core of your being and demanded honesty and accountability in the face of your past misdeeds.

“Will you atone for your sins?”

“Will you seize this opportunity for redemption, or will you squander it in self-pity and remorse?”

As you stood in the presence of the ancient goddess, grappling with the heaviness of your sins and the daunting task ahead, a brilliant light had all of a sudden illuminated the space around you. From the heart of this radiant glow emerged the figure of Archangel Raphael, his presence heralded by a chorus of angelical voices and the stirring of celestial winds.

Clad in robes that seemed to shimmer with the intensity of celestial light, Archangel Raphael's presence commanded attention, his wings unfurled behind him in a display of resolute authority. If Goddess Fortuna was intimidating, the archangel was fearsome all the more. His gaze, intense and penetrating, swept over you with a gravity that left no room for evasion or deceit.

“Empress of Caelum,” he spoke, his tone firm and unyielding, and his voice carrying a billion years of heavenly existence, “You stand accused of grievous sins, crimes that have shaken the very foundations of your empire and brought suffering upon your people.”

There was no trace of softness in Archangel Raphael's demeanor, no room for mercy in the face of wrongdoing. His presence was a testament to the uncompromising nature of divine justice, his strictness a reflection of the solemn duty entrusted to him as an Archangel of the Almighty. This, no doubt, was the face of a true and formidable executor of justice.

And you, the subject, had angered the divine beings that guarded the Caelan Empire, so much so that God himself sent the goddess of the land and one of his archangels to mitigate your rightful punishment.

“By the decree of the Almighty, you are granted a second chance to amend your sins and redeem your soul. You shall return to the mortal realm, to live your life anew and correct the sins that have stained your soul.”

“Should you fail to rectify your past transgressions, should you stray from the path of righteousness and succumb once more to the temptations of darkness, know that the consequences shall be severe and eternal.”

“For those who squander the gift of divine mercy shall be cast into the deepest depths of hell, where they shall endure a punishment of unending torment and suffering.”

In the presence of Archangel Raphael and Goddess Fortuna’s equally stern gazes, you were keenly aware of the magnitude of your transgressions and the severity of the judgment that awaited you. But even as you trembled beneath the weight of their scrutiny, you knew that their presence also offered you the opportunity for redemption, with your only task to prove yourself worthy of divine mercy.

Indeed, it was by your very hands that hundreds and thousands of Christian souls shed their blood. Innocent lives, both young and old, were cruelly taken at your command. The citizens of Caelum who fell sick from the spread of the plague. The esteemed Caelan advisors of your husband’s primogenitors, skinned alive and speared in pikes by the Tiber River. The wrongly accused maid who suffered the indignity of serving your husband, paraded unclothed through the streets and subjected to the brutality of the pear of anguish. The gallant and dignified knight, tortured mentally and physically in the atrocious dungeon. Now, you find yourself thrust back into the horrors of your former life ten years hence. A life of a noble lady who ought not to be blinded by her destructive love for the empire’s crown prince.

Yet, could you truly navigate this life without ascending to the position as his empress?

As you tried to commune with the divine beings afore you, a haze in your vision transported you away from the heavenly space, realizing that you were already drawn back into the reality of your chamber, inhabiting the youthful frame of a twenty-year-old daughter of a duke. You found yourself too astonished to move, too shaken to speak, and too afraid to take any action in this new lease of life blessed upon you. At that very moment, your state of reverie was disrupted at the arrival of your maid, who entered your chamber in a humble servant garb.

Milena. The maid whose life was cut short by your hand in your past existence due to petty thievery. “My lady,” she spoke with a hint of respect and urgency, unaware of the ill-fate you had given her in your past life, “A visitor has arrived at the gates and requests an audience with you. Shall I show them in?”

Too soon? Need it truly be so soon to engage with the people from your past life immediately after awakening to your old, yet younger body? Gazing upon your maid through the mirror, you asked, “Who is that intruder you speak of?”

She bowed her head, her stance shifting into one of apologetic deference. The way she firmly stood by your door was a message to you that the intruder was not someone you could easily reject the presence of.

“The visitor is His Highness, Crown Prince Satoru.”

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#series: lltv #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jjk royal au #slow updates bc sy is prio #i will not write this in archaic english anymore ITS HARD AF #but i had to put this out there so i can remind myself to write it *sobs*#might just write this on the side

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