violet land

captainyoshiworld  asked:

Hey I just recently started following you guys and I was wondering. Do y'all have any Merlin aus or anything within that time period?

Hey there! We only know one, although it isn’t an AU, it’s more of a crossover! It is the where thou art, that is home series by ShanaStoryteller!

Stiles is ten when he saves the Hales from their burning home and Derek from a wolfsbane bullet, and this establishes a pattern that seem to continue indefinitely.

“Then he’s facing a burning home, and he wraps the hood of his sweatshirt around his mouth before he pushes the door open and steps inside. There’s Mr. Hale asleep - he hopes asleep - on the couch, next to - Stiles thinks that’s his brother but there are so many Hales, who can keep track. He rushes over and starts shaking him, can see the rise and fall of the man’s chest so he knows he’s alive, but he’s not waking up. He shoves away his hood so he can shout, “Mr. Hale! You have to get up, there’s a fire! Mr. Hale, get up!” Nothing, he’s not even twitching, both of them taking in deep even breaths like they’re having the most peaceful of rests, and Stiles is going to cry. “Wake up, wake up, wake up!” There’s a moment, where all Stiles can hear is the blood rushing in his ears and not the roar of the flames or the creak of wood, then with a violent, silent pop it’s all back and both of the men are gasping awake, eyes open and jumping to their feet. “

However, we have a few other fics for you! The place to start is definitely our HISTORICAL AU and ROYALTY AU tags but we also have other recs under this read more!

RANDOM HISTORICAL/MEDIEVAL/FANTASY AUS

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codarra  asked:

Have you ever found anything specific for self-sacrifice? That is my jam! I know it could fall under the protective!character tags, but not quite the same thing. Thanks for all your team does! <3

here’s what i was able to find

Echo by Saucery (1/1 | 1,535 | G)

Soon after Deaton begins training him, Stiles starts weaving talismans for the pack.

bend bridges, mend bones by Thealmostrhetoricalquestion (1/1 | 20,588 | R)

They burst through the portal in a gust of stale air and violet light, landing hard on the outskirts of a swamp. Stiles feels his knees buckle, both from the magic required to keep the portal open and from the force of their landing, but he grits his teeth, determined to stay standing in the presence of Derek Hale and his pack. Christ, it would be just his luck to rocket through his own portal at neck-breaking speeds and collide face-first with a puddle of sticky, disgusting mud.

Thankfully that doesn’t happen, which is good because Stiles can’t really afford to add useless to the list of things that Mage’s are; untrustworthy cowards, meddlers, monsters.

(In which there’s an awful lot of fighting, people learn to trust people, and Stiles saves the day. Repeatedly. Over and over again. And he would like some credit, goddamnit, Derek.)

It’s hard to know which one of us is caving by sarcasticbones (24/24 | 42,650 | NC17)

Stiles is a badass, it just takes him some bumps and bruises to figure out.

It Smells Like Coming Home by SourWolfie (pieprincess_andthe_fallenangel) (1/1 | 7,884 | NC17)

“Are you okay, Derek?”
“Derek?” He asked in reply. “Is that my name?”

Derek woke up surrounded by teenagers. They said they were his friends, his pack. But he couldn’t remember them. He couldn’t even remember his own name. And then there was the beautiful, gawky boy who smelt like lust and acted all weird around him. A boy that he wished he could remember. Because the boy smelt perfect and safe and like home. He smelt like he was Derek’s, so how could he possibly be anything but?

The Pretty Lies, The Ugly Truth - Chapter Five

Nothing ever happened in Prythian. Nothing interesting, anyway. That is until the night, Andras – one of the stars at Prythian High – goes missing. And then it all changes forever.

A year later, his body is found. And when nothing seems to be done to uncover the truth, Feyre Archeron decides to take it into her own hands. And with the help of the new boy at school, Feyre promises to find Andras’ killer. But when she uncovers more and more, she learns that in a town like Prythian, everyone has secrets.

And they would do anything to keep the truth from getting out.

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Chapter Four: I’ll Stand By You


Neither of them spoke.

But – in a way – Feyre didn’t want to talk. And not because she was ignoring him, but because it was like she didn’t have to talk to him. The silence between them wasn’t awkward, and the absence of conversation felt natural. Natural in a way it wasn’t with Tamlin.

Tamlin. As soon as her boyfriend’s name ran through her head, Feyre’s heart began to pound. What would he say about this? And it was bad enough she was skipping school, but the fact she was doing it with Rhysand… Tamlin would not be happy with this. That was one thing Feyre was certain of.

But, for the first time in her life, that particular thought didn’t make her feel quite so nauseous, or made her feel like she was a… disappointment. No, a part of her liked that Tamlin wouldn’t agree with what she was doing. Perhaps then he would notice her. But even so…

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Wild City

A/N: Here at last! The first installment of my very first Mythology/CM AU. As I mentioned before this story will most likely contain every kind of folklore from faeries to greek gods. I’m just having fun with this! So don’t take it so seriously :) All CM characters will probably seem slightly OOC but you definitely have to bend them a bit to make them into mythological creatures.


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Spencer was used to the scene. The lights were always dim, the music always loud enough to feel its vibrations through the floor. Drinks were being distributed as he watched his people pass around a red bottle with them, each placing a few drops into the alcohol before passing it on.

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Water

Direction: West

Time: Dusk

Season: Autumn

Colours: Blue, dark inky or grey blue to brilliant Mediterranean turquoise, silver and white

Qualities: Intuition, empathy, sympathy, healing powers, inner harmony, peacemaking, unconscious wisdom, divinatory powers especially connected with water scrying, ability to merge and interconnect with nature, the cycles of the seasons and the life cycle. 

Rules over: Love, relationships, friendship, dreams, the cycle of birth, death and rebirth, purification rites, alternative healing, using the powers of nature, especially crystals and scared water, all water and sea magick, moon magick, travel by sea.

Animals: Albatross, dolphin, frog, heron, seagull, seal, shark, toad, whale, all fish, especially salmon! I would say any sea related creature and those that live between the worlds of Earth and Water.

Crystals: Aquamarine, blue and pink chalcedony, calcite coral, fluorite, jade, moonstone, ocean orbicular Jasper, opal, pearl, tourmaline.

Elemental creatures: Undines, Merpeople, Fossegrim, Kappa, Kul, Naiads, Selkies, Tylwyth teg, Well spirits.

Goddesses: All moon and water deities

Gods: All water associated Gods.

Herbs and Incenses: Apple blossom, apricot, Balm of Gilead, camellia, catnip(why?) coconut, coltsfoot, cowslip, cyclamen, eucalyptus, feverfew, hyacinth, iris, jasmine, lemon, lemon balm, lilac, lilly, lotus, luckyhand, myrhh, orchid, passionflower, peach, sandalwod, strawberry, sweet pea, tansy, thyme, velerian, vanilla, violet, yarrow.

Places: Flooded land, flood plains, fountains, lakes, marshland, the ocean, ponds, pools, rainy days, rivers, sacred wells and streams, water features. 

Sacred Substance: Water

Zodiacal signs: Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces. 

Source: Complete book of Natural magic: Cassandra Eason’s

Strawberry Moon - (Trixya/Vatya) - (3/5) - spacespice

Just another Hollywood lesbian AU. Trixie is a struggling music artist finally discovered by a sleazy Hollywood manager; however, his Russian trophy bride (along with her small-waisted young lover) complicate and confuse Trixie’s rise to the top as a legend, icon, and star.

A/N: So, this is a shitty little update with a pinch of Vatya smut. Mostly, it’s just that one chapter that’s hard to write but is super important because it bridges the first part of the story to the second. Good news is, I actually know what I’m doing for the final parts of this fic. I’m no longer flying by the seat of my pants, you guys! That’s progress.

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Thanks to talks with one @paragonrobits , I’ve been able to clarify some headcanons of mine about ancient Trolls and how some of them evolved.

These ones are mostly biological, plan on doing ancient history ones later.

- Though considered vestigial now, Trolls used to have an internal set of organs that allowed them to produce their own eggs. Two or more trolls could mate and a mix of eggs of whatever their blood colors were would come from the mix.

- The Troll concept of quadrants evolved from their natural inclination towards polyamory. It makes sense for one troll to carry the eggs at a time and protect the offspring, while the rest of their mates search out safe spots, gather food, and do whatever else is necessary to ensure their offspring and mates survive. Quadrants themselves may have come from a need for a social dynamic that would prevent too many scuffles and jealousy between multiple quadrant mates over one egg carrier.

- The general dynamic exploration period was to have warmer bloods avoid the ocean (for both danger and reasons of colder temperatures), while the cooler and stronger ones might walk the shore to find things like shells, gathering salt water to make into salt or use in healing, or to gather certain seaside foods like coconuts (or the Troll equivalent of such).

- Before becoming amphibious beings, sea dwellers were considerably more monstrous. Having fish or snake tails instead of legs, and being incapable of breathing unless submerged in water at least over to their chest gills.

- Ancient sea dwellers were typically separated into Shallow Dwellers (the ones who stayed in the zones where there was at least a bit of sunlight and might surface from time to time to catch low flying birds to eat or spy on the Land Dwellers near the shore [or to catch and eat said Land Dwellers]), or Depths Dwellers (those making their homes in the deep aphotic zone and feasting on deep sea squids, whales, etc., usually their tails might look like those of whales, or of squids/octopi).

- While a mature Shallows Dweller might grow to be twice as big as a Land Dweller, a fully grown Depths Dweller might grow to be three times that.

- Shallows Dwellers and Depths Dwellers both had phosphorescent markings over their bodies. Both also, over parts of their bodies, had hard scale-like armor on belly and chest, and undersides of arms.

- The first amphibious Violet Blood came from a union between a Shallows Dweller and a Land Dweller Cerulean. The mixture of DNA allowed the new Sea Dwellers to have the limbs of their Land Dweller parent and the gills and fins of the Shallow Dweller. Though all Ceruleans produced from this type of union remained relatively the same save for some inheriting luminescent markings from their seaborne heritage.

- Later on, Purple Bloods came from a union between Amphibious Violets and a land Dwelling Blue Blood. By this turn, Purples have some vestigial fins but lack any gills save by mutations that result in that gene becoming activated. Those that do have gills tend to have respiratory problems. So while they are inclined toward moist air, they could not breathe underwater. A good number of them could be born with phosphorescent markings, mostly around the face, but this gene tended to be repressed and became rarer in subsequent generations. Though vestigial fins remained.

- Amphibious Fuschias came from a union between a Depths Dweller and a Land Dwelling Lime Blood. Giving the amphibious Fuschia Sea Dwellers limbs and the like in a similar way to amphibious Violets through a form of convergent evolution.

- The union of the vague abilities of a Lime Blood, with the blood of a Depths Dweller, led to a fascinating biological change. The offspring of a union of Land Dwelling Warm Bloods and an Amphibious Fuschia had the Warm Blood genes for psionics and other psychic abilities (either turned off or weakly expressed) flipped on entirely. Giving Warm Blood offspring of this union usage of abilities throughout most of their population with a small number of exceptions. This also gave those who inherited these turned on genes a tendency towards having a few glowing markings.

- These genes, when made into the Jade Bloods, had an interesting effect on their genotype and phenotype which made those with that heritage resistant to sunlight, and began the line of them becoming Rainbow Drinkers after their heart stopped beating once.

- Later unions of Warm Bloods with powers and Cooler Bloods eventually led to the advent of the rare Cerulean who had mind control abilities, but had much more prevalence in Purples (possibly because of their Violet lineage) which gave them their characteristic chucklevoodoos.

- For reasons unknown, trolls such as Olives, Teals, and Blues were exempt from gaining these powers

So Rare and So Precious

Series: A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas
Pairing: Feyre/Rhysand
Rating: G
Characters: Feyre, Rhysand, Seren (OC)
POV: Rhysand
Words: 1583

Requested by: @itstrannguyen

Comments: I wasn’t sure how this was going to turn out, but as it started to come together, I started to wish they’d get a similar happy ending lol Rhysand took over as the voice because our little bat is a loudmouth who likes to be the center of my fics, and he seemed to be a good fit. I hope you like it! ^^

Summary: A little look into a few instances in the hopeful future world of Feyre and Rhysand, and starting their own little family.


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k-now  asked:

a medieval tag update, pretty please? *flutters eyelashes*

you got it bb

Conquered by StarsHideYourFires (1/1 | 31,654 | R)

Following the Battle of Hastings and King William’s ascent to the English throne, Sir Derek Hale is granted an earldom. And that earldom happens to still be home the former earl’s omega son, Stiles. Both of their lives are changed by a bargain made for the good of all, but will it be good for them?

Jus Primae Noctis by xcaellachx (1/1 | 10,489 | NC17)

Jus Primae Noctis : The Right of the First Night
This medieval ritual meant a lord or high ranking officer could take a virgin on his/her wedding night, take his/her virginity and then give them back in the morning.

Derek, the Wolf Prince, shows up at Stiles’ wedding with a plan.

I’ll make an alpha out of you by ElisAttack (2/3 | 6,873 | R)

“Did they send me omegas, when I asked for men!” Peter Hale shouts.

Stiles clenches his fists in anger. The scar tissue along his side where he burnt away his omega mark itches. Stiles may be pretending to be an alpha, but he knows deep down what he really is. Once an omega, always an omega.

Or the one where Stiles takes his father’s place in a war he doesn’t believe in.

bend bridges, mend bones by Thealmostrhetoricalquestion (1/1 | 20,588 | R)

They burst through the portal in a gust of stale air and violet light, landing hard on the outskirts of a swamp. Stiles feels his knees buckle, both from the magic required to keep the portal open and from the force of their landing, but he grits his teeth, determined to stay standing in the presence of Derek Hale and his pack. Christ, it would be just his luck to rocket through his own portal at neck-breaking speeds and collide face-first with a puddle of sticky, disgusting mud.

Thankfully that doesn’t happen, which is good because Stiles can’t really afford to add useless to the list of things that Mage’s are; untrustworthy cowards, meddlers, monsters.

(In which there’s an awful lot of fighting, people learn to trust people, and Stiles saves the day. Repeatedly. Over and over again. And he would like some credit, goddamnit, Derek.)

Day for Night by andavs (1/1 | 25,005 | G)

Stiles could honestly say he’d thought that fitting through the drain pipe would be the hard part.

When he’d formulated his escape from Beacon Hills’ inescapable dungeon, the biggest obstacle in his mind had been the drain pipe. Of course it was. He was going to squeeze his perfectly average sized body through a small hole in the floor that hopefully led to the sewers unobstructed and didn’t have any sharp turns for him to get wedged in.

To put his horrible plan in context: he was less than an hour away from being publicly executed for theft. Desperation did funny things to critical thinking.