#v; fantasy

[pctentialbreakupsong-archive]

@luposcainus cont from x.

"and are you really going to question the only healer near you?" genevieve's hands moved to rest on his cheeks, unable to hide the bite in her tone. she hated that she had to stay back in just heal. she was fully capable of being a part of the fight, but she still hadn't been allowed to. even after her raining. a golden light glowed from her hands, pushing the energy she had reserved for this in an attempt to heal up the wounds on his face. she cleared her throat, pulling her bloodied hands away and wiping them on the skirt of her dress. "i can't do anything about the scars, my liege, but the least i could do was that." she tore her gaze away from him and took a step back, turning so she could finish cleaning up around her.

[redriotkiri]

Some fantasy au headcanons for Kaminari because I realized I haven’t written any yet:

He’s half-fae and has no idea he’s anything but human.

Telling him your name will give him some measure of power over you, but he dos not know what it is or what that means and wouldn’t know what to do with that power even if he did.

Making any kind of deal with him, however casual, will create a binding magical contract. He also has no idea how this particular rule works or that it exists, only that he feels uncomfortable if one of these deals is broken and he himself is compelled to uphold his end no matter what.

Similarly, if someone does him a favor, he will remember and feel compelled to return said until he is able to do something in kind.

His mother is a fae of the Summer Court with storm magic which Denki inherited.

He can summon lightning and has some degree of control over it, but he does not know where his magic comes from.

The people of his little village don’t know he isn’t human, but they have avoided him most of his life due to the strange magic and unexplained phenomena that have happened around him since childhood.

He’s grown up lonely and pretty isolated, but despite this, he’s very friendly and very open to meeting new people and making friends.

[xwolfbonds]

Scott felt the flesh and fur over his nose wrinkle, pulling up along his snout as he bared his teeth. Two rows of sharp fangs caught the light from the morning sun, glowing with almost sinister intent. The fur along his back rose towards the sky while every muscle in his four-legged body tensed. His attack posture was sloppy at best. His rear right leg wobbly and weak. Fresh blood stained his flank, painting the white snow fur in streaks of red. The shaft from an Elven arrow protruded from his body; the tip lodged perfectly in one of his joints, making even the slightest movement painful.

He cursed the pointy ear hunters for what they had done, but he couldn’t bring himself to blame them. They’re hunting, doing their duty to provide meat and substance for their clan, for people who depended on them. Traveling in wolf form had its advantages. Tracks were harder to follow; he could confuse his pursuers by mingling his prints with those of other wolves heading in the opposite direction, hell even his senses were far more acute. His sight was sharper in wolf form, colors were brighter, and the smells were more intense. Scott could pinpoint the sound of a branch snapping from miles away. Could hear the scoff of heavy boots against the hard soil and decide how best to avoid those his master had sent to track him down.

The change came quickly, over in a matter of seconds. His fur retracted back into a toned and slim body, bones popped and broke, realigning and shaping themselves back into a human skeleton. Flesh tore and knitted back together—dark hair, the color of endless night, sprouted from the top of his head. The cold morning air swept in, chilling and stinging Scott’s naked and sweat-drenched body. He curled into himself, one arm wrapping around his quivering knees as the other reached out, his fingers desperately groping for the arrow.

[quirkless-wonder]

@jikantid​ from this: [ask]

Eri doesn’t even have time to react before Yamikumo placed himself between her and the merchant about to snatch her. Fairies were rare around these parts, and worth alot of money because of their magic.

Quick as a viper and no less deadly, Yamikumo had the merchant’s hand in a bruising grip while he held a blade to the man’s throat, eyes narrowed into a steely glare.

“You try that again,” Yamikumo warned, voice dripping with venom, “and you’ll pull back with a stump, understand?”

Trembling like a leaf, the merchant stammered out a slew of half-formed excuses and apologies, tears welling in the corners of his eyes. Slowly Yamikumo relaxed his grip and lowered the dagger, the merchant backing away the instant he was free to do so.

And then, like a flame snuffed out by a gust of wind, Yamikumo’s demeanor changed. Gaze and voice thawing, he turned to Eri in the same movement he sheathed the dagger on his hip.

“You okay, kitchen fairy? He didn’t hurt you did he?”

[wxrtorn]

Suns and Swords

Reima had to admire the gardens in Lilac. They were lush, and full of more greenery than he had ever seen in one city, and he was still outside the palace. His horse snorted at a bee that crossed their path, and took a few pats to the neck for her to calm down again. The stones under her hooves created a satisfying, rhythmic sound that echoed off the walls around him, announcing his presence before he even reached the palace gates.

Reima was a royal guard, at least while in Lilac. He wore the stiff, dark leather armor decorated in Hemera’s golden sun emblem, and the same pattern branded his horse. Hidden beneath his clothes, he bore that same sun tattooed over his own heart, marking him and everything he owned belonging to the nation.

He was stopped at the gates of the palace, as he suspected he would be, but with the quick flutter of parchment and a seal of approval, he was let in. Here, the gardens seemed to be even more luxurious, even in a ridiculous place as the stables.

It was beautiful. It was foreign.

He needed to find the commander.

@nxvelties

[biiteme]

@diviinitas

“I don’t like being around them.” Daisy murmurs, almost embarrassed to admit it. 

“Your vampire buddies are assholes. I’m not going.”

[silenceandshadow]

@bewitchingbarmaid

If dragons could be found anywhere the mountains were the place.  Those that mined for ore and gems had to be cautious, dragon lairs being the last place most wanted to venture. 

But still, there were times when the miners won.  Sometimes adventures were convinced to drive the dangerous monsters out of their lairs, regardless of the possibilities of them attacking anything.  Most ended up being killed.

Seline was one of the more fortunate, if losing one’s home could be counted as such.  She at least made it out alive.  The North was no longer safe for her.  Dragonslayers were becoming too common.  Out of survival the dragoness made the trek down to the lowlands. 

Few noted the campfire she had made on the outside of a small town.  Fewer cared to investigate someone or perhaps something that refused to stay in civilization.  

Born from magic itself, Seline sensed it long before the bearer came into sight.  

[bloodborneties]

@veraban-rogue wanted a starter from [Fantasy]

“Intruder..?”

Being notified of a person infiltrating their camp, the blond nobleman left his tent and followed after the soldier who’d come to get him. Upon arriving where his people seemed to struggle to keep hold of the intruder, they moved to make room for him. A dark-skinned woman met his blue gaze, attire speaking to that of rouge assassins or thieves. Just what he needed.. More problems.

“State your purpose.. I may decide to allow you to live..”

Diamond pupils narrow as he takes another step towards this female, remembering to maintain a respectful, and safe, distance from her. He couldn’t have his people panic if she made a wrong move, not that they needed to worry about him or anything.