Tumgik
#trial two au
thirstforhelmets · 1 year
Text
Trial Two AU
Ganondorf: I've found you.
Reader/Farmer/ReincarnationofDuelist/Q: *Is covered from head to toe in dirt and is deserperately trying to wrangle a slippery piglet in the pen*
Farmer: *Stares at this huge guy riding on a huge flaming black horse waiting on the other side of the fence right next to her*
Farmer: Uh. I'm kind of busy at the moment.
Farmer: You need directions, Your Highness?
Ganon: *smiles warmly* Take your time.
Ganon: I have plenty.
196 notes · View notes
lovesickeros · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media
☆ even the gods bleed [ pt 3 ]
{☆} characters neuvillette, wriothesley, furina {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, multi-chapter, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings none {☆} word count 1.9k {☆} previous [ 1 ] [ 2 ]
Wriothesley was not a man of superstition. He did not kneel at the altars until his knees bled, he did not pray until his voice gave out– he did not, contrary to popular belief, suffer divine punishment for his apparent lack of respect.
After all, what Divine would look so deep beneath the waves just for a glimpse of the sinners that inhabit it?
Not them, evidently.
He hadn't slept in the past four days, though. There was a heavy air of something where ever he walked– it followed him like a thick fog, lingering and choking him until it dragged him to his knees like a chain. His thoughts inevitably linger on the striking, extravagant letter so conveniently adorning his desk at the fortress– the broken wax seal, the letter tucked into his pocket.
He'd recognize the seal of the Iudex any day. Wasn't often he spoke to him– but the shaky, distorted words hastily etched into the paper made him pause. Neuvillette always had a steady hand– elegant, flowing script that him of flowing water.
It had kept him up for days.
The implications were..haunting. He'd poured over the letter for hours, illuminated only by faint light of his desk lamp. Yet no matter how many times he tries to see what must be hidden beneath the ink, the paper itself even, he finds nothing but the shaky script of a request that sends a bolt of pure frost through his veins.
He noticed, of course, the odd goings on of Fontaine. He'd heard vague whispers of the Divine's hunt for the imposter– he'd heard, too, of the ceaseless rain pelting Fontaine until even he wondered if the nation would finally sink beneath the waves.
It didn't, though. And that only made it all the more odd. Days of constant rain, just for it to stop suddenly..he tugged his coat tighter around him, throwing up the hood of the cloak clasped even tighter over it with a grunt as he leaned around the corner of the alleyway.
He didn't believe in superstition, but this was too hard to ignore as a simple weather anomaly.
Maybe that was why he ignored his gut– he knew that this was probably a trap, at the very least it was suspicious. But damn it, he couldn't ignore the instinct to follow the only lead he had.
His boots clicked against the rain stricken streets as he stalked through the shadows, mindful of the clinking of machine patrols just a few streets away. Yet every step felt heavier then the last as he took a long, good look at the Palais Mermonia. He almost considered bringing out his gauntlets, but he thought better of it– if it came down to it, he needed information. And he would need whoever was waiting for him alive for that– the dead don't speak and all that.
The letter's directions led him in a..rather roundabout entrance to a secluded room, evidently, as he lifted his hand and quietly knocked against the door. Two rapid knocks, pause, another knock, pause, four knocks. It doesn't take long until he hears the latch of the door unlock.
The leather of his gloves creaks as he clenches his fists, adjusting his stance. He's ready for a fight, if he must, but as the door quietly slides open he feel the weight on his shoulders relax slightly– the familiar, sharp features of Neuvillette meets him. He almost reflexively smiles at the way his pupils turn into thin slits, a momentary surprise that he quickly hides well behind a cough and the creak of the door as he pulls it open fully.
"Wriothesley. I see my letter has found you well. Please, come in." Polite as ever, Neuvillette steps aside to let him in, but he can see the exhaustion lining his features– the bags under his eyes aren't as well hidden as he thinks, at least to him. "Bit odd to be inviting me all the way out here in the middle of the night, don't you think?"
His tone is smooth as he steps into the room, brushing down his hood and glancing at Neuvillette over his shoulder, watching as he shuts and locks the door behind him.
"I apologize for the..less then ideal circumstances, but I'm certain you will understand when you see for yourself." He wants to retort, but the Iudex beats him to it, vaguely motioning to the room behind him. An invitation– but he wonders if it's worth taking.
His gut says no, but he's feeling a little risky today, he supposes.
He turns back slowly, barely able to make out the two figures he'd missed on the first glance on the other side of the room– though it's hard to mistake the flourish of the Hydro Archon, even in the dark. It's the other figure that makes the breath hitch in his throat, though.
Or maybe, more accurately, it freezes. So does his blood, his whole body even, locked in stasis for a long, tense moment– he can't see them clearly, but his instincts are going haywire. He can feel his vision almost rattle where it rests against his left shoulder, cold leaking through the layers of clothes and into his skin until he has to fight to suppress a shiver.
He'd always fancied himself the hunter– he was the one who dealt with unsavory folks, in the end. But he felt like a rabbit pinned beneath the crosshairs of a gun this time. He could almost feel the teeth of the bear trap snapping shut around him, crushing bone and flesh beneath cold metal.
For a long moment he thinks he feels fear.
And with a sharp click and a burst of light, it's gone and he takes a raspy, choked breath as he blinks away the blurriness in his vision, taking in the room illuminated by the lamp.
He's not sure what he sees is better, though.
Because his body knows that their Divinity is as real as the blood running through his veins.
So why do they remind him so much of himself? Why does he see the look of the boy who died in a pool of blood not his own in them?
It is a sick, cruel kind of familiar.
Wriothesley didn't believe in superstition– but that was born of the unknown. He knew, now. He could reach out and touch the truth with his own two hands.
The throne of the world was a lie.
The thing sitting on it bled red. And if it bled, it could die.
He clenched his fists tighter– and released, letting his shoulders slump with a huff and a half hearted chuckle. "I wasn't expecting you to be in possession of a wanted criminal when you sent me that letter." He could see the gears whirring in their heads, the subtle dampness in the air reminding him just how delicate a situation it truly was.
He wasn't particularly inclined to getting blasted by a jet of water today.
"Relax, I'm not going to spill to anyone else. Seriously– don't get my jacket wet. It's expensive and a nightmare to dry." His lips quirk into a half smile, but it twists into something almost genuine at the laugh covered up by a cough he hears from the Divine. Bingo.
"It's fine, Neuvillette. Let him go." Their voice is like honey dripping from their lips, and he has to close his jaw with his hand before they can see the way it dropped in his surprise. "Of course, most Divine. My apologies." He relaxes at the sharp click of his heels as he joins them on the bed, his posture far more relaxed then he's ever seen. The Hydro Archon, much to his confusion and amusement, is far too invested in playing with their hair to pay much attention to him now that things have calmed, evidently.
Huh.
They seemed pretty cozy about it, he noted. He guesses they three of them had some time to get acquainted.
"So..who's going to explain what the hell is going on?" He probed, crossing his arms over his chest and watching the three carefully– they all looked tired, but even through the exhaustion neither seemed inclined to stray too far from the Divine. "And what exactly your plan is? You can't keep hiding them here forever. Someone will sniff them out sooner or later."
"We are aware," Neuvillette interjects, lips pursed into a thin line and his thin brows furrowed. "But as I'm sure you've noticed, the hunt for the..forgive me, most Divine, but the hunt for the alleged imposter is still at it's peak."
He grumbles in acknowledgment, hanging up his cloak by the door and sliding out of his heavy coat, resting it over the back of a nearby chair. "Hm. Suppose that's why the patrols are so common now a days."
"I'm afraid so. As you can imagine, we cannot simply ask them to..stop the search. It would draw unwanted attention and suspicion. The Divine would be found immediately if we tried to bring them out of the city at the moment." Neuvillette added, looking proper and elegant, despite the circumstances– even in the face of the Divine and the Archon turning on him and tugging his hair into intricate braids. "So I hope you understand that it was a great risk to send you that letter."
He rubs his chin, huffing in amusement– a solid plan, maybe, but his power didn't extend too far out of the Fortress. He had his connections, sure, but what use were they when he had to get the, uh, "imposter" out of Fontaine? Smuggling them out wouldn't be easy, and then there's the point of where to take them they'd have to contend with.
"Yeah, yeah– I get it. But it's not like I can just smuggle them out or keep them in the fortress. Even if we got them out of the city, we'd have to find somewhere to bunker down, and if someone spots any of us lingering there.." Archons, what a mess he'd gotten himself into. He was really looking forward to the next time he could kick his feet up with a cup of tea.
"I understand. I have already made plans, in fact." Neuvillette hesitates, and he can feel the temperature drops a few degrees. "I..cannot share them in full at the moment, but it is not for a lack of trust." Neuvillette reasoned, hands folded neatly in his lap– not that it hid the way they shook slightly. He wanted to ask, but he thought better of it.
"Eh, I don't hold it against you. The walls have ears, even up here." He deflected, running a hand through his hair. He really hoped Sigewinne wouldn't ask too much when he gets back. "I trust your judgment." He hesitates for a long moment, pulling out a simple, neatly folded letter of his own.
"Memorize the code words, then burn it. I'll be waiting for your next letter." He murmurs, plucking his coat and cloak and tugging them back on one after another, shuffling back over to the latched door. He hesitates again, his hand lingering on the door.
"I just hope your plan is worth the risk, Neuvillette."
He leaves before he can respond, the harsh click of the door ringing in his ears even as he steps back into the shadows of the night.
684 notes · View notes
bonefall · 5 months
Note
Just wanted to sneak in and say the idea of Riverstar x One Eye would immediately become 100x funnier if one were also to ship them in Better Bones
Here's the God of Summer. He eats people and hates everyone except his RiverClan bf and daughter /j
Quick shout back to you to tell you I'm trying to provide room for it
I love OneRiver too much to not give some kind of opportunity where they could have had some sort of positive relationship, and it's just a genuinely cool idea. That Riverstar was able to see the mysterious stranger before he revealed his true colors, and always felt... odd, about his peculiar energy.
A friendly tenseness. A mutual parting where neither one quite knows what to make of the other. The feeling in Riverstar's gut is like locking eyes with a tiger, just before it turns away.
So what I'm thinking is that in Thunderstar's Justice, after the carnage at the First Battle that summons the God of Summer like a dinner bell, One Eye comes to peruse. He visits each Clan, spends a short amount of time there, and then moves onto the next. He finally stops in Skystar's Clan, but it would give him some room to hang out in the River Kingdom.
Since it's Thunderstar's story though, he would be getting this information secondpaw from his ally and old friend, King Riverstar. One Eye would have a very... tense, predatory feeling to Thunderstar.
Like he's tracking something very powerful and very dangerous as it prowls through the undergrowth.
In truth, One Eye is scouting. He's looking for what was responsible for that delicious smell on that sticky, sweltering summer day. His stops in each group to understand them better, see what sorts of things they want and what they're currently doing, but finds that none of the other Four Founders are the warlord he's looking for.
A wise, ancient, well-spoken being, he was interested in Riverstar for a little longer than the others. Not as his target. Just as a curiosity.
What a poetic story, this peaceful prince had. Desperate to avoid the stressful responsibilities that would be thrust upon him, he sought friends where there should have been enemies, and made peace in spite of tyrants. But his nonchalance became carelessness, and he was made hostage by his underestimated enemy.
He ended up sparking the very battle he had sought so hard to avoid, his father's heroic death to save his son landing the crown upon Riverstar's head. A tragedy. A tale of inevitability. To a God of War, it's a wonderful story to hear.
103 notes · View notes
literallyjusttoa · 11 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Y'all really liked spiderpollo and spidermeg, and you know what? So did I! So I made two silly little comics about it.
233 notes · View notes
thatonefandomjumper · 8 months
Text
It's a miracle that Nero didn't find Leo during his time homeless.
Just imagine, an incredibly powerful demigod with powers that haven't been seen in hundreds of years, alone and vulnerable out in the streets, ripe for manipulation. It would be a goldmine for Nero.
He could pull his beast tactics on him by being just kind enough to gain his trust before pulling the carpet underneath him. Or maybe he'd just straight up take him.
Who's going to care anyway?
The kid would have been his so easily his and I have no doubts he'd jump at the first opportunity to have him.
130 notes · View notes
inafieldofdaisies · 24 days
Text
Tumblr media
Ship Edit | John x Sabrina | Ship AU: Lady Luck and Lady Justice are both not on your side
Tumblr media Tumblr media
"We're having a redo of our date as soon as possible.", John said as he gazed into [Sabrina's] eyes. "Why? I thought it was lovely…" "You see, when I asked to take you out, I meant just you, not letting someone wanting a 'three-way' to tag along, too." "I will have you know, Oliver is very sought after. Quite the ladies man. He's not your type?" "I don't care about his golden bachelor status, Detective. I don't like sharing."
@socially-awkward-skeleton @strangefable @dumbassdep @onehornedbeast @aceghosts @corvosattano @voidika @nightbloodbix @josephseedismyfather @josephslittledeputy @la-grosse-patate @purplehairsecretlair @trench-rot @strafethesesinners @shellibisshe @gearvmac @theelderhazelnut @amalkavian @carlosoliveiraa @direwombat @cassietrn @captastra @marivenah @simplegenius042 @wrathfulrook @finding-comfort-in-rain @cassietrn @g0dspeeed
36 notes · View notes
stainedglassthreads · 6 months
Text
AU in which everything is the same except Melus and Silver decide to just keep acting as Navia's bodyguards, since they technically haven't actually died or retired, just undergone an abrupt change in species. So now Navia just has two Oceanid bodyguards following her everywhere.
Things are certainly different, but Navia has to admit that even having them like this makes things much easier for her.
60 notes · View notes
goldyluna · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media
"Do not be afraid"
"Sure, thanks. I will be terrified then"
Quick doodle I made
35 notes · View notes
fortune-maiden · 5 months
Text
Random TGCF AU of the day:
Space-time shenanigans result in main canon He Xuan wandering into an AU where the fate swap didn’t happen.
He ascends as a civil god, and is doing quite well for himself, only his presence has unexpected ramifications for a few people
SWD can no longer save his brother via fate swap. He is not giving up obviously and will find another way no matter who he has to screw over (though HX would really really like it if he didn’t screw someone else over thank you very much), but in the meantime he is very much devoted to keeping his little brother safe and under control.
A necessity probably given that this little brother is an anxious mess afraid of his own shadow, with only shades of the bright determined Shi Qingxuan of the main timeline. He’s got all the comfort and wealth he could ever need and zero sense of confidence or independence.
Also different is the new civil god Ling Wen. She’s closed off and unpopular and may or may not be responsible for some sabotage He Xuan keeps encountering. Oh well it’s nothing to worry about. With dwindling followers she’s well on her way out anyway…
#(SWD is the cicada HX is the mantis and LW is the oriole he is not paying attention to)#Pei Ming is here somewhere too!#tgcf#he Xuan#Shi Qingxuan#Shi Wudu#Ling Wen#random tgcf thoughts#I once had an idea where sqx went back in time to a pre date swap verse#but there were a lot of problems with that to work out#anyway the main problem here is is this a pre or post revenge hx#because those are two very different hx to explore xD#also need to think about how to treat hx’s family in this scenario#there is one great Russian fic I read where hx learns that the tragedies in his life were not actually because of the fate swap#but I feel that goes against the whole point of his revenge#but at the same time I don’t like the idea of hx’s life being all good and happy if the fate swap didn’t happen#he was meant to ascend which means he was meant to face trials in life#(points at every other god with various traumas in their life and no roew to blame it on)#but also I don’t want to hurt them because the first thing hx would do in this AU is go see his family because he loves them & misses them!#I just want a HX in a lotus water machine scenario and dealing with a much weaker terrified sqx#who is completely codependent on swd in this verse#which hx finds extremely annoying#and decides to make sqx fix his RoEW problem on his own instead of dragging others into it#(hx proceeds to drag others into it)#swd meanwhile hates him but also recognizes that he’s not the worst person for sqx to be around#(at least as long as sqx is still dependent on him just a little less scared)#(it’s not going to stop him from helping ling wen plot murder if she asks nicely but progress?)
22 notes · View notes
deadinsideart · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media
Not related to my previous post but a doodle break! (Well it sort of is.. but not right this second!!)
Outlast Trials x Professor Layton AU! :D
Since it takes place around their supposed time period, it'd make sense! Imagine Clive ends up here and meets Bronev who's been there for a few years and drops a major bombshell on poor old Clive. He just wanted an update out of curiosity and all he got was a 23 year old having a breakdown. Anyway, they do give each other shit on their crimes and as a result would put each other in danger every trial LMAO
9 notes · View notes
likecanyoujustnot · 2 months
Text
I’m going to post my things on ao3
When the dumb website lets me in
2 notes · View notes
thirstforhelmets · 1 year
Text
Ganon: *Just -happens- to pass by Farmer/reincarnationofDuelist's Farm during the Harvest* (Trial two AU)
Farmer: *Hey, Yer Gerudoness! *ties up some wheat and still has quite the day ahead for herself*
Farmer: A bit busy but yer welcome to drop by for dinner!
Ganon: *Takes horse to her shambly horse barn*
Ganon: *Comes back and is missing quite a bit of his armor but the sword on his hip*
Ganon: *cracks knuckles and stretches out his arms in preparation* Been wanting to get a new perspective on farming for a while now, Farmer.
Ganon: Do you mind indulging me?
Farmer: *Tries to -not- stare* O-Of COURSE!
128 notes · View notes
ep2nd · 6 months
Text
Business Cats AU
The Court Case
Now if ya seen the previous post about this AU, you know that we left off on a cliffhanger where Joey, Pete, and Scar, and Joey's parents, went to court- for Joey's custody
Now I ain't getting into details here so here's the summary:
Pete fucking wins
AAAANNNNDDDD
That raps up this part have a lovely day!!!
Lol I'm kidding, mostly
Yeha Pete wins, Joey gets a good father and a brother and they live happily ish ever
But Joey's parents are mad and are gonna do everything in their power to ruin Pete's life- unsurprising when your really rich billionaires it's not that hard
F in the tags for Pete
Let's all remember Pete is a principle oh no-
And share any ideas you have for this AU!
Whether random headcannons, characters you wanna see, or world questions!
3 notes · View notes
theangrycomet-art · 2 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
The Pawn and the Trial Captain
Lots of thoughts on these two dorks.
This is about a year and a half after everyone’s returned from hisui (roughly) and things are finally starting to settle down. The two actually met in Gear station (Kiawe was traveling in Unova and she was working the tail end of her shift as a depot agent).
His shoes were technically a safety hazard- opened toed + rails/sliding doors makes for a paperwork heavy day, so she offered to show him around Nimbasa’s shopping district to get him a proper pair.
They hit it off from there. Since the subway runs throughout Unova, it was easy to visit her during his travels until he had to go back home.
Later on, Akari’s extinct variant of Decidueye has drawn Alola’s attention and they requested/ politely demanded that she bring it over to study. After her disastrous meeting with Professor Rowan in Sinnoh, she was a bit hesitant to go but eventually decided to do it.
(It also was an excellent way to trick her Uncles into taking a vacation so win-win)
58 notes · View notes
literallyjusttoa · 10 months
Note
What scars from Zeus does Apollo have in second sons au?
He doesn't actually have many scars from Zeus, since any injuries he got were mostly bruises. The only scar he has is one at the top of his left eyebrow, which he got from the final fight he had with his dad before he left the house.
This feels pretty dark, so I'm gonna add one extra nice thing for this au. When Apollo left home, he didn't really have anywhere to go. He just stayed in a dorm at his college for the first six months, working extra jobs and terrified that he would run out of money. Luckily for him, he hit it off with his roommate that year, who was super kind and understanding of Apollo's triggers. The two of them managed to split the rent on a small apartment, which they continue to do to this day. That roommate is Admetus, and he and Apollo are 2 seconds away from dating but just never admit it.
72 notes · View notes
bidaryl · 8 months
Text
the thing about twd fic dying off around s6/s7 is that plot lines and characters beyond that are barely incorporated and included so now we're forever stuck reading about fucking negan being the biggest baddest killer to ever walk the earth and the whisperers and reapers and governors are left in the dust. for once i just wanna read about negan being the Alexandria Outcast: Hated By Most, Needed By Some, and let alpha or the fucking commonwealth be the monster at the end of the story. please
#like don't get me wrong he truly was that bitch for a hot season or two there but please.#im too tired to word any of this right i just think that having negan as the only villain in fics is boring#and i would instead like to read about#the trials and tribulations of him trying to co-raise a child with a guy that thinks showering is Optional#and would also like to go into the whole negan and judith being friends and daryl raising judith and daryl and negan#having grief with each other over shit that genuinely fucking matters and is impossible to sweep under the rug but also the fact that theyre#both trying so fucking hard to do right by the kids#that doesnt make sense. Whatever#IN THE HOT TIME TRAVEL FIX IT AU that lives in my head#where everything from the start til the finale happens#with some extra bits and pieces too#where everyone that survived til the end wakes up at the start again and Remembers#but everyone thats dead forgets#negan rocks up at the prison gates with actual lucille by his side#laura and franklin behind him#knocks on the gate all little pig little pig let me in. cos he thinks hes funny. and its a prison#and daryl. whos on watch. is like. No. Fuck this guy. Fuck no#and maggie's like. Absolutely not. Fuck no x2#and negans like. I had a choice. And I Made it. and now I'm here.#i told you what i'd do if i could do it all over again. turns out; i can't.#if you wont take me i get it. But you gotta accept lucille. brought her all the way here cos i knew if she fucking stood a chance;#it'd be with you lot.#OKAY WELL shit it more complex than that but this is tumblr tags and also im tired. but u get the jist#anyway. fic where negans with team family from earlier on the road and then they all have to sort out their Feelings and shit
6 notes · View notes