EvilMuffins' Tree

[partridgemod]

This is the Tree for evilmuffins! Below are the requested Pears it can be decorated with (beginning 24 December).




Username: EvilMuffins
AO3 Username: EvilMuffins

Request 1:
Original F/F fic featuring a female knight/her princess! Either written by yourself, or links to recs on Ao3!

Request 2:
Dangan Ronpa V3 fanfic or art!
My favorite characters are: Kaede Akamatsu and Rantarou Amami!
My favorite ships are:
Kaede/Amami
Ouma/Saihara
Amami/Saihara
Amami/Saihara/Kaede
Korekiyo/Angie
Miu/Kiibo
Kaito/Maki
Tenko/Himiko
Tenko/Himiko/Angie
Ouma&Kirumi

Request 3:
Super Dangan Ronpa 2 fanfic or art!
My favorite characters are: Mikan Tsumiki and Nagito Komaeda
My favorite ships are:
Komaeda/Tsumiki
Hinata/Nanami
Kamukura/Nanami
Sonia/Gundam
Sonia/Gundam/Souda
Kuzuryuu/Peko
Ibuki/Twogami
Koizumi/Saionji
Koizumi/Satou

Request 4: Persona 5 fic or art!
My favorite characters are: Yusuke, Haru
My favorite ships are:
Akechi/Yusuke
Akechi/Yusuke/Akira
Akechi/Akira
Akira/Yusuke
Haru/Makoto
Haru/Ann
Ann/Shiho
Yusuke&Futaba


Request 5: Fire Emblem Echoes fic or art!
My favorite characters are: Python, Berkut, Rinea
My favorite ships are:
Python/Forsyth
Berkut/Rinea
Grey/Tobin
Grey/Tobin/Clair
Alm/Faye
Leon/Kamui
Leon&Python

Request 6: Fire Emblem Fates fic or art!
My favorite characters are: Charlotte, Rhajat
My favorite ships are:
Rhajat/f!Corrin
Ophelia/Soleil
Nina/Soleil
Nina/Ophelia/Soleil
Nina/Ophelia
Peri/Laslow

Request 7: Pokemon Sword/Shield, art of Galarian Ponyta or Rapidash! The more ridiculously cute the better! I'm also very fond of Polteageist, if you'd like to draw the two interacting!

Request 8: Pokemon (main video game series)
My favorite characters are: Courtney, Cynthia, Lillie, N
My favorite ships are:
Courtney/Shelly
Steven/Wallace
May/Zinnia/Lissia (any combo of)
N/Hilda
Elesa/Skyla
Shauntal/Caitlin
Lillie/Selene
Gloria/Marnie
Erika/Sabrina
Diantha/Malva
Female Grunt from any team/Female Grunt from any team
Original male trainer/Original male trainer
Original female trainer/Original female trainer


Additional Information:
My do not wants are: Pregnancy, kidfic, permanent death of requested characters, body waste kinks

I'm open to all ratings of fic or art!
A full list of my likes can be found on my Yuletide letter: https://evilmuffins.dreamwidth.org/13462.html
Anything (ship, trope, prompt, etc.) I've asked for in past letters, I'm still open to receiving as well!

Comments

[snickfic]

I have a fic rec for your first request! Blackbird Claw, Raven Wing by Violsva is one of my very favorite f/f political/arranged marriage fics, where the usurping king has disposed of his sister by marrying her off to a knight and sending them both away to the knight's ancestral home. I really love the slow-burn relationship and the mix of melancholy and hope in it.

I remember reading a second one that seems even more up your alley, but I can't seem to find it. If I do, I will come back with a link. :)

Original F/F Ficlet, Knight/Princess

[schlitzie_ramone]

Amial was clad lightly for summer travel, wearing only a jerkin, leggings, boots and a burnished breastplate in case of the slim chance that there would be an attack, but she was armed with her trusty sword as always. Her blonde braids were tightly wound around her head as she rode, and she looked around her at intervals, always on guard, forever mindful of her duty to defend her Princess.

Mirelle wished that she could dismount from the litter in which she was being carried and ride beside her brave Knight; her mother the Queen, however, had insisted that she stay put. As a child, Mirelle had been sickly, and the Queen did not want her beloved daughter to strain herself on this long journey and also risk the failure of the important diplomatic mission that the Princess had volunteered to carry out.

So the Princess lay back and tried to still her restlessness, admiring Amial as she rode ahead, looking forward to when the travellers would reach their destination and be able to rest. Mirelle closed her eyes and drew a deep breath, imagining the safety of a comfortable bedchamber where she could unpin the braids from Amial’s head and loose the silken yellow locks, carding her fingers through them as her lips touched against her valiant Knight’s.

And as the moon rose, the two would lie in each other’s arms, golden curls contrasting with glossy dark ones on a pure white satin pillow.

[corpsebrigadier]

I noted from your Yuletide letter you like vampire AUs, so I wrote you some princess/knight fic in that vein (pun semi-intentional). :)=

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Ariadne had never been a knight, and by rights and writs, she never would be. Noblewomen who watch their brothers joust and spar all day did not become knights themselves; far less did peasant girls plucked from the countryside to be a bauble for the royal heir.

And yet, if a princess knighted her, was that not being a knight, even if the proclamation was in the jest of childhood games? If Celeste decided she was to wear her scarf tight around her naked arm beneath her kirtle and her smock, was that not as much a favor as worn by men tilting at one another? She made her own determinations. In the dark of the night, she stalked about the courtyards, practicing the poses men did by day with a rattan sword. When she “accidentally” caught the tail of her braid in the great kitchen fire, she wept but little that their keepers clipped her like a spring lamb, leaving her to swagger about the palace looking like a page boy in skirts.

Celeste never gave her explicit approval for such endeavors, but she smiled to run her hands over the taut newly muscled shoulders of her companion, her light fingers coming to rest on the knot of her token. While their kisses bore all the chastity of youthful friendship, Ariadne gripped Celeste tight enough to bruise her white arm when she said suddenly one evening that the most dolorous day of her life would be when she would marry.

Perhaps Fate thought it some black humored kindness that the day never came. The contagion came, and Ariadne found herself no knight with no princess. She was told to return to her village, taking two crowns and a smock as payment for her childhood.

Ariadne, however, made her own determinations.

There are things peasant girls know that princesses do not. There are secrets that two coins can buy from the poor cunning woman on the hill. There are charms and pacts and cures for all ailments, even--for the truly brave--an ailment already past.

Celeste, in her latter years, looked all the blossoming girl of sixteen midsummers who should have been a some foreign king’s new made queen, although her skin never regained the rosy flush of her childhood days. Those who saw her ride said often that the pale lady looked to be a spirit or a statue, her skin like the white marble of temples and tombstones.

They did not question, however, that she should be a living princess, and in similar fashion they did not question that steel-eyed woman in mail who rode alongside her should be a knight. She bore herself with all the solemnity of any man who had seen battle and carried herself in such fashion that none were wont to question her rank.

There were whispers, of course: as to who they were, as to where they were headed, as to why they would not tarry. Ever so occasionally, some fool would speculate as to what the scarf around the lady knight’s arm signified, tattered and yellow as it was with age.

None asked Ariadne, however, and she certainly never volunteered the tale.