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[nightswansarmy]

Can you please do Night Wanderlust and Night Sara? Love your art btw!

I know you're being controlled by Night Swan and all but you guys have no need to be so rude !!! >: <

[ball-of-butter]

maven playing fuck marry kill but his options are all three of his fiances

[kazoosandfannypacks]

OH and The Prince and the Piratess?

hehehehhehehehehehehehehehe!!!!! this is my "Hope is raised as the daughter of Captain Hook" au, and here's a strong contender for best opening paragraph I've ever written.

If there were two things that Gideon found terrifying, it was pretty girls, and sharp swords. Apparently, today he was meant to discover there was a third thing, more terrifying than the other two combined. Ironically, this third thing was the other two combined— an absolutely beautiful young lady with golden blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes and deep red lips cocked into a confident smile, holding the point of her sword dangerously close to his neck.

wip ask game

[plush-birds]

Hello there! I was wondering if anyone had requested any swan plushies. If not may i please request some? Their one of my favourite birds

Thank you and have a good day/night!

here are some swans!

By Aurora 🦢

By NICI 🦢

By Uni-Toys 🦢🦢

By Living Nature 🦢

By Kösen 🦢 🦢

[jasmariswonderland]

Hi! Hello! I really hope you don’t mind me dropping in! I was wondering what Danica or Sidonie would think of my own Pomfiore gals Stella and Odette

Danica and Odette doing the whole white swan/black swan thing

Have a great night/day/afternoon/whatever time it is!

Hello! I never mind asks! 💙Though apologize for answering this late again. 😅😭😭

I think both Danica and Sidonie would adore Stella, especially the latter. They seem to be very similar in personality, kind, caring, and wishing to be helpful to those around them. Sidonie hasn’t always felt comfortable in Pomefiore, initially wishing she could have been sored into Heartslabyul instead. But she would definitely look up to Stella as an example of what she wants to be as a Pomefiore Student. And Stella strikes me as having very sweet and supportive big sister vibes that Danica really needs in her life. Another sister figure in her dorm is never unwelcome. 💙

Now with Odette, I think Danica would definitely be curious about her. Post book 5/6, Danica has a similarly melancholic personality but still finds joy in ballet and uses dance to channel her complex emotions. They’re both cursed but in different ways (Danica’s curse is more metaphorical and Odette’s is more literal, does that make sense?) and both struggle with being sociable but I’d like to think Danica might find a kindred spirit in Odette. And if she allowed it, Danica would love to practice ballet with her! ✨

[neolxzr]

There's a lot of black swans at a park near me, and most of their cygnets have already grown up, but there's one lil one who must've been late this season, I've nicknamed it Aira

AWWWWWH THATS SO CUTE...LITTLE BIRDY................

[syoddeye]

cygnet, plucked | price x reader | part three, final part two cw: dubcon, noncon, forced marriage, stockholm syndrome (kind of), endearments, vague/implied first time, grief, guilt, mild body horror, pregnancy mention a/n: many thanks again to the anon who originally suggested this. part one | part two | masterlist 🦢

The lake is choppy the day John marries you, its surface churned by a coming storm.

Cold water laps at your ankles, bare feet numb in the shallows. The hem of your dress drinks deep from the surface. Soaking up what memories it can before you're further bound to man.

John says marriage is sacred, unbreakable. A higher purpose. It's a slap in the face to what you lost.

The nameless friend he brought stands smirking between you, reciting empty words. Invoking a god you do not recognize, but curse all the same. You answer only when John squeezes your hands. The veil, stitched from your ruin, is a mockery. A whisper-thin shield.

John lifts it with reverence, eyes bluer with the lake beside him, darkening at the edges where clouds gather. He looks at you the way he did that night. Hungry and triumphant.

After slipping a thin gold band on your finger, he kisses you, deepening it until his friend chuckles. Holds your face as if you are delicate and cherished. And for one fleeting second, you hate him less for it.

But when his lips leave yours, you feel it. That hollow space. The sore spots between your shoulder blades. A rift not easily mended.

His friend claps him on the shoulder, bids you both well, and winks as John steals another kiss.

Thunder rolls over the water, threading through and shaking the trees in warning. You doubt he hears it that way. To him, it's nothing but weather. 

The first drops hit before you reach the cabin, cool pinpricks that swell into a downpour. John's grip tightens, tugging you along as the storm swallows you both. He laughs as you stumble inside, slamming the door behind him, bracing against it like you've outrun something wicked.  

His laughter fades as his eyes rake over you. Your dress clinging, veil slick to your skull. Shivering. He watches for a breath too long before turning toward the hearth.

"Strip," he says, kneeling to coax the fire back to life. "You'll catch your death."

He tells you he overspent on dinner, whatever that means.

The honeycomb drips viscous gold, pooling in the flat of a salted biscuit before spilling over your lips. John hums, pleased, pressing the next bite to your mouth. You chew, tasting the wildflowers.

His chest rises and falls beneath your cheek, solid and warm, still slightly damp. Tracing whorls of hair with your eyes. His arm is heavy around you, holding you firm in his lap, as if you might slip away between bites. He feeds you another, thumb brushing your lips.

With the fire and rain pattering the roof, it's almost tolerable. Nice. 

Then his fingers bump against your lips, sticky and insistent. The last of the honey, scooped up and offered. You hesitate. He does not. Two fingers slip past your lips, pressing sweet and heavy against your tongue.

You suck them clean, head buzzing as he pets your tongue. Their rhythmic draw over the muscle elicits a ghostly tug at your nethers. A string of spit breaks and splatters on your breasts when he extracts them. He gathers it as he did the honey, then drags them between your legs.

Outside, the storm howls. The cabin groans under the wind, trees clawing at its walls. Rain batters the roof, thunder cracks, lightning splits the dark.

He puts you on your back. It's only proper, he says as he climbs over you, for a man to first lie with his woman this way. Separates them from the animal.

You don't bother pointing out that it's foolish, him justifying his acts. That you expect him to do whatever he damn well pleases.

Your tongue stays fastened to the roof of your mouth, holding back words that wouldn't change a thing. Self-loathing leaking out with every pulse of your puffy, needy cunt, your feathers soaked from his attentions.

What a creature he's reduced you to.

You go rigid when it's clear he's done playing around, that there will be no more easing you into it. You fold your arms tight, the same as when he sets down a plate of something unappetizing and expects gratitude.

John merely exhales through his nose, a near-silent huff, and keeps on. He grabs an ankle, yanking you closer with an unbroken focus. Your display is nothing more than a child's sulk.

"This was meant to be, honey," he muses, tucking his hands under your knees and opening them. "You and me, right here." 

A heavy, hot weight slots into the crease of your thigh, and your head jerks up, unable to stop yourself from looking. It's flushed, redder than you imagined. Thicker, too. Crowned with a thatch of coarse, wiry hair that looks like it'll pull at your feathers.

He strokes himself, fist tight enough to push pearls from the tip, dribbling them over your swollen clit. You shudder, torn between repulsion and enthrallment, each equally strong and disorienting.

John licks his lip. "Arms around me."

You hug yourself tighter on instinct now that you've seen, up close, what he intends to shove inside you. He bristles.

"Fine. Be difficult." 

Surprisingly, he doesn't force the issue, but—

"No matter how you deny it or fight it, this is where you belong." His jaw clenches, fingers flexing on your hips like he's barely keeping himself together, thumb pressing a shade too firmly into your skin. Like the fact of finally having you underneath him is almost too much. "Me and you. Me and my wife."

He nudges your lips apart with his length, exposing the core of your heat to it, and glides through until you're squirming. He keeps bumping your clit, purposely nudging the rim he worked open by the fireside. Then it catches for real, and the head alone makes you dizzy. Much bigger than his fingers. A blunter, harsher pressure. 

You fought him on that third finger, back on his lap. You regret it now.

When he starts to push in, you picture egrets skewering fish. Impalement. Gasping, wide-eyed, and belly-up. Your arms fly open, startling a laugh out of him, abruptly cutting into a grunt as your nails sink deep into his furry chest.

John exhales hard through his nose, adjusting his grip, palms slick with sweat as he pulls at your hips. "Hell's sake, Shy," he mutters, voice threaded with frustration, but he tamps it down quick, replacing it with something softer and meant to soothe.

A hand lifts, and his thumb strokes over the hinge of your jaw, coaxing it loose. You're tense all over. His eyes are darker now, a thin ring of blue around the black swell of his pupils. The coldest part of the lake, where the light can't reach.

"Ain't doin' yourself any favors, it'll feel good, promise," he says, bracing an arm beside your head. Crushing your chest with his for another kiss. "Relax."

A deafening crack of lightning follows his words. A tree could come down on the cabin right this second, but he wouldn't even blink. Nothing would draw his attention away. That's obvious when he raises slightly and starts again with renewed purpose. 

"John," His name cast as a lifeline. Desperate, grasping. "Too big."

"You're alright," he grits out, voice tight, breath uneven. His cheeks, florid beneath his whiskers, lift in a grin when he takes another inch. "That's a girl."

You hiss angrily, spitting mad. Pinned and helpless. Humiliated even as your heels jam into the small of his back.

It keeps doing that, your body. Moving of its own accord, traitorous thing. Clinging when it should let go, leaning in when it should recoil. Caught between the urge to shove him off and the quiet, irksome need to let him in deep.

In, in, in. Your head presses into the pillow beneath it, mouth falling open as he makes a place for himself in your body. 

The pain blurs at the edges, numbing into something almost unrecognizable. No, unfathomable. A creeping, repugnant pleasure germinates where his cock drags. And just when your toes start to curl, coming around to the idea of it, to acceptance—he stops.

Confusion fizzes and pops between your ears, leaking steadily through the sieve he's punched in your skull. You slur the beginnings of a question, but the words sharpen, solidifying when he withdraws too suddenly. Something within stirs, sensing his intent, desperate to intervene.

"S-Said you'd take care of me," you choke out. "Be nice. Be nice." 

John falters, swallowing hard. He stares down at you, so intensely you think he'll lash out, every bit of him flexed.

"This you saying you'll behave?"

You don't answer right away, breath hitching when his thumb drags over your ribs, just shy of tender.

"Well?" His patience draws taut over the word, a fraying thread poised to snap like his hips. "Say it, honey."

There's but one answer he'll accept.

"Yes," you lick your lips. "Yes, John. Please."

He waits a moment, waiting for you to take it back, then tests: "Arms around me."

This time, you oblige.

How kindly he keeps this promise. The minute shake in his arm from the restraint he shows from not simply barging in. Sweat sluices over the swell of his bicep, tracing the ridges of muscle and the veins pulsing beneath the hair on his arm.

His eyes brighten—just barely. A flicker of tenderness, the same glint you've caught in stolen moments. The longing he's kept at arm's length, from across the table, from the beam outside the cabin, from the doorway. Burned into the back of your neck at night where he confesses but never apologizes.

This time, he unhurriedly feeds you his cock again, bottoming out with a groan, and rubs a circle into your hip.

"This is where you belong," He echoes, half-growling the sentiment with a grind that has you noiselessly pulling him closer. "Not in the muck, not in the grass. Bet you were a pretty thing with wings, but as a woman?"

John doesn't finish the thought, instead fixing his gaze to where you're stretched around him, silently deeming you acclimated. He kept his word, now to keep the others. It's like he said—he'll teach you every little thing you need to know. He'll make it good.

You're not naive about what's happening when he begins to move. Apart from the men you've spied on, you've seen wild animals. But knowing doesn't stop your breath from catching in your throat or the moans that follow.

Noises indecent enough to heat your face, each languid thrust finding its mark. They'd scald you with white-hot shame if emptiness didn't seem so awful a notion now. His cock jerks at a particularly sweet sound that stutters and skips like a stone over water and ends with his name on a sigh.

His fingers dig in, guiding the roll of your pelvis to meet his, grunting out filth. How wet you are, how right you feel.

"Don't even understand what you do to me, do you?"

You don't. Haven't since you arrived. It's still a mystery why he chose your dress from the dozen on the shore. Surely, he hadn't known it was yours. Hadn't picked you especially, hadn't spied you before—your mind severs the thought at the root, a little hysterically.

John switches arms, planting the other elbow beside your head to bear his weight. The other disappears, but you don't follow its path. His breath grows rough, eyes half-lidded and weighted with devotion and its twin. He picks up the pace, rolling his hips harder, bludgeoning his thick cock into you with urgency.

He surprises you by wedging his hand between your bodies, trapping it on the feathered slope of your cunt. He thumbs your pearled clit, stroking over it in tight circles. It makes you clench down greedily, rewarding you with a roll of his eyes and flash of gritted teeth.

It's—He's—

You've no point of reference for this turmoil.

The closest thing is the storm outside, wild and unrelenting. Rain pelting the earth, flooding the soil, swelling the lake beyond its banks. A force that drowns and nourishes in equal measure, tangling ruin and rebirth.

And under your skin, your blood simmers into a rolling boil. It spreads, curling through every inch, pooling under your navel and tightening.

"Give it, honey. C'mon, can feel it," He rasps, punctuating his demands with an ungentle grind of his cock and a quick succession of firm pats to your clit. "C'mon, on my cock, now, Shy."

You don't fight him, but you don't make it easy either. 

When you come, euphoria wrestles with doubt. A current that sweeps you away from him, tumbling hard and fast, only to throw you back, gasping for air. And through it all, John's voice, steady as the shore.

"That's it," he rasps, preening, "Knew you had it in you. My good girl."

Your vision returns in fragments, palms sliding from his shoulders, falling limp to either side of your head. He's still moving, the lewd slap of flesh on flesh and squelching loud in your ears. He's fully abandoned his earlier pledge, any pretense erased. Rutting and battering your walls with a singular goal. Exploiting how you've unraveled beneath him. Gives him the perfect excuse to unleash weeks of pent-up frustration, you think hazily.

He bears down on you when he gets close, breath heaving against your neck, your forehead. Chasing his release with such an effort, part of you understands why he must've played the waiting game with you. He's saved his fury, all of it, for this.

John finally follows with a prolonged groan, head tilted back, sinking to the hilt to spill deep. Cheek to cheek, whiskers scraping and sopping up stray tears. Shuddering above you, crushing until your ankles unhook from his back. Until the tension bleeds out of him, freeing him to move. Sated at last.

He lifts enough to press a lingering kiss to your temple, his eyes tiredly twinkling as he drinks in whatever stupefied expression you must be wearing. Then, with a sigh, he finds your mouth. 

"Did so good, honey," he murmurs, "Knew you'd be perfect."

He lies with you for a couple minutes, humming at how you tremble around his softening cock as it drags out of you. Pulling out spend which he gingerly pushes back in, mouth twitching at the quivering of your thighs. He stands, wipes his hand on his flank, then staggers away, knees popping, to fetch a towel.

He cleans his excess spend from your thighs and lips, then tends carefully to your feathers. Though in the lantern light, it's as if a different veil has been lifted. All you have is the aftermath. 

A belly full of cum. Finger-shaped bruises. A fierce ache. The spell breaks, and whatever idea of romance you had vanishes.

He stole your dress. Plucked and stripped you of your feathers, offering no alternative but the cage of his arms. Earthbound and alone, save for him. You're not yourself and never will be again.

Outside, the night hangs unnaturally still. You know it's a false hope. That this is just the eye of the storm.

When John crawls back into bed, his hand finds your stomach. He murmurs about the future—how fine a wife you'll become, how fine a mother you'll be.  

His breath stirs your hair as he chuckles. 

What'll it be, honey? A baby or an egg?

You nearly break apart all over again.

Babies. Cygnets. You don't know if it's possible. This union, this wretched coupling, is the first of its kind that you know of.

But from how he takes you again in the morning, nesting within you until he softens, if there is one man who could make it happen—

It's John.

You don't know what you want. Maybe you never did. The thought of leaving gnaws at you in the quiet moments when the fire is low and John's asleep, one heavy arm slung over your waist.

You could slip away. You could try. 

But then what? 

The forest is vast. The lake depressingly empty. The town full of strangers. And you are neither swan nor woman, not truly. There's no going back to your sisters, no wings to carry you home, wherever that is now. And even if there were—would you take them?

Would you abandon the warmth of his hands, the way he looks at you like you belong to him, like you belong somewhere at all? More precious than the matching gold on your fingers or the money hidden beneath a floorboard.

The guilt coils tight, constricts your ribs. You shouldn't hesitate. Shouldn't find comfort in the rough edges of this man, in the way he steadies you, feeds you, calls you honey and darling like he means it. 

He stole from you. He broke you open and reshaped you into something else that fits into his world, not yours. He doesn't even know your true name.

And yet, when his fingers trace lazy circles against your skin, when he murmurs Shy in the dark, you wonder—if you had the choice, would you take it?

It's best to tuck away your past life. Fold it like the lace in the trunk beneath your marriage bed. Shove it into a dark corner and relegate it to a memory to take out on rare occasions, softened with time. Best to recall the sweetness and not let the bitter ruin it.

Months later, you wake from a nap and find feathers strewn across the bed. Your heart stops.

With a trembling hand, you reach for the small of your back, and feel smooth, bare skin.

A wail rises in your throat, but then a tiny kick flutters deep in your belly.

You swallow the grief.

[taylor-titmouse]

I'm Taylor Titmouse, I write and illustrate queer erotica featuring freaks and monsters. I also draw a lot of porn that I can't post here, so those will be posted as crops with links to my various uncensored locations.

You can find my illustrated novellas and artbooks on Itchio. I've published a Lot of them. If you don't know where to start, I recommend the Dragon Double Feature series or Roger Crenshaw, or Spring with the Unicorns--that one's free! I've also written up a guide to all of them here!

Some of my latest releases, try The Long Road if you like gender-based worldbuilding!

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Story Tags Barnyard Bound: F/M, human/furry, bondage, breeding kink, Harvest Moon also for some reason. Cherry Brilliant Ryder: M/F, aliens and medical play (The Xenosexuality Conference) Brilliant, Dr. Lindon, Dr. Odonata, Dr. Pinkie, Dr. Menura, Councilman Somato, Zeal-and-Duty Cadogan: Trans masc wizard, fantasy monsters, predicaments and situations. Cadogan, Madog, Myrddin Chique: NB/Various, fantasy monsters, elves, nudism, catch/fuck (The Sunken City, The Wild Woods) Chique, Lien, Lutin, Fuck-elves The Dragon Double Feature: M/F, M/M, M/M/F, dragon/human, oni/human, plus size. Fantasy princess/dragon CNC, Edo era Japan (The Dragon Double Feature, The Dragon Double Feature 2) Eveline, Gundrid, Wakatake/Taki, Kenta, Mrs. Arakawa, Jerund Eternella 7: M/M/M, Gundam-inspired space opera erotica. (Eternella 7 Parts 1-3) Risk, Turn, Engel House Gerhardt: F/F/M, vampires, trans women, femdom, male humiliation, 1800s. Lady Cygnet, Countess Gerhardt, Conrad House of the Risen King: M/F, old god, exhibitionism/nudism, sex cult. (House of the Risen King) Vee, Zihbeh Knight of Thorns: M/F, giant faceless knight/petite princess forced marriage. Rosaline, Knight of Thorns Laurestine: Trans unicorns, monsters, bondage/stuck in situations, catch/fuck (Spring with the Unicorns) Laurestine, Barberry, Mazereon, Edelweiss The Leylic Sea: M/M, historical fantasy, pirates, university wizards (The Captain of the Tybaltine, The Boy from Karkutt) Mr. Todd, Oliver Bullock, Lucas, Mirza The Long Road: Goblins, dwarves, bandits, a princess and a knight. Gangbangs, rope bondage, CNC (The Long Road) Tourmaline, Angre, Vanesse, Samwell, Georgie and Markie (the Twins), Jarett, Bingo, Goblina. Lover Rescue: F/F/Genderfluid, magical girls, monsters, plus size, cam girling. Lover Pink (Momoka), Lover Gold (Hikari), Lover Blue (Aozora), Lord Heteracuto (Hiroto) The Masson Circle: M/M, M/F, 1970s crime romance, multiple ships, femdom, trans male character (The Masson Circle) Ezra, Tessa, Leonard, Lionel/Nell, Jean, Mathieu Max and Mortis: M/F, exhibitionism, naturalism, photography, nudism. Max, Mortis/Daisy Monsterfuck Mountain: Fantasy monsters, WIP erotic CYOA (You're A Mage on Monsterfuck Mountain) The Mage, Trolls The Night Guest: M/F, young man/older woman, oni/human (The Night Guest) Mrs. Arakawa, Tōru Objects of Affection: M/F, F/F, robot girls and people being weird about them. Touma, Shima, Mari-ko, Ratna, Mari Mouse, Samart, Marinette Season's Breedings: Gnomes, Imps, and probably other critters, and their biology/breeding habits. Applecore. The Sleeping Garden: M/Agender, alien, science. Dr. Arbor, The Flower Starbuster: M/M, a WIP novel-length superhero romance. Mitsuo, Tom, Starbuster Roger Crenshaw: Trans M/M, monsters, occultism, early 1900s (The Vampires of New Haven, The Wolves of the West, The Shadow in the Shelves, The Dogs at Duskfall) Roger Crenshaw, Professor Reed, Grigori, Mateo, Johnny, Sweet Nate, Jackie-Ralph, Cam Ellis, George Adler, Combe Hooper. Romick: Evil wizards, obedient doll, magical sex, experimentation kink, dungeon bondage, monster sex (The Tenebrous Tower) Romick, The Doll, Osmund, Vester

[the-trinket-witch]

700 Follower Special AU Just for You All!

Co-authored by @squidwen (All borders provided by CafeKitsune)

Inspirations: The Rescuers/Rescuers Down Under, Great Mouse Detective, Lady and the Tramp, The Aristocats, Oliver & Company, Bolt, Princess and the Frog, etc.

CW: Exploitation, child endangerment. (NOTE: No NSFW elements will be referenced or alluded to, nor will this AU allow such elements to be included.)

The world is a dangerous place. Hazards occur naturally or otherwise on a daily basis, people fall through the cracks in society; it seems like the most that ‘kindness’ affords is the attention of those willing to take advantage of it. 

And this attention seems to be currently directed…at Yuu. 

Yuu is still young, likely no more than 12. In a world that seems to have it out for Yuu, the orphanage is maybe the last bastion of safety until The One comes walking through to officially make them a part of their family. But again, it’s been 12 years, so none can blame them if that hope is starting to wane.

Dire Crowley touts himself as a generous, benevolent caretaker; which is a funny way to say ‘Neglectful’ and ‘Exploitative’. Yuu doesn’t get a chance to find this out until after the whirlwind that was their adoption settles. The man seems to care more about appearances, and where his next hefty payout will come from. So then it falls on Yuu to keep the home looking presentable, Crowley looking generous, and the indentured servitude swept under the rug. 

Not all attention is bad, though. Unseen by human society, the Animal Kingdom keeps its eyes trained to lend a claw out to the vulnerable. The National Rescue Conglomerate, or NRC, are a group of animals from all across Twisted Wonderland who answer the call for help wherever they hear it. The Seven Delegates may not agree on everything, but the one thing they can agree on is that someone will answer a call of distress. 

Said Delegates are:

Riddle → Hedgehog with a prickly temper

Leona → Lion who only seems lazy until the going gets rough

Azul → Coconut Octopus that has quite the reach of influence

Kalim → Otter trying to do more for himself than just float along

Vil → Peacock who’s fanning out to teach a new generation of Rescuers

Idia → British Blue cat who rarely ‘paws’es his games for anything

Malleus → Komodo Dragon with a reputation as fearsome as his fantasy counterpart

Other Members of the NRC/characters include:

Queendom of Roses Representatives

Deuce → Rabbit with a penchant for perfectly timed traps

Ace → Flamingo who’s sleight-of-feather makes for a great distraction

Trey → Tortoise that always has something cookin’ under that shell

Cater → Butterfly so social, he’s heard everything

Sunset Savannah Squadron

Ruggie → Hyena willing to laugh in the face of danger

Jack → Wolf with an affinity for leading the pack

Coral Sea Set

Jade and Floyd → Moray Eels more than happy to put the squeeze on trouble

Scalding Sands Squad

Jamil → Cobra with words that have plenty of bite of their own

Pyroxene Posse

Epel → Cygnet learning how to navigate the world with grace

Rook → Seagull with a keen eye for detail

Lamentation Isle League

Ortho → Electronic Toy Mouse that knows when and when not to play around

Briar Valley Vanguard

Lilia → Vampire Bat with adopted kids and a lot of history under his wings

Silver → Squirrel that doesn’t find himself usually one for chatter

Sebek → Crocodile with enough heft to tip the scales in his favor

Shaftland Animal Sanctuary

Niege LeBlanc → A Human running an animal sanctuary with his Seven Adoptive Fathers

But even with their help, Yuu won’t be completely out of the woods. Crowley keeps a few ‘pets’ he’s willing to deploy to get them back:

Sam → Poison dart frog

Ashton → Stag

Crewel → Dalmatian

Trein → Owl

Who might be the ones to help rescue Yuu from their situation, and what might happen from there? Will it be smooth sailing once out from under Crowley or will there be others out looking to get Yuu in their clutches? Would they try to return to their orphanage? Maybe their story ends in the joining of a family that actually has their interests in heart? Do they forgo humanity altogether and just live among the animals that so cared for them up until this point?

This AU was built with the immense patience and help of Squidwen. We offer it out to you all as a sort of ‘Follower Milestone’ gift for everyone, since I recently reached 700 folks following me. What we are offering in this AU is:

A chance for you all to throw your OCs in to see how they handle trouble in the form of a real-world animal. Be it through art, writing, roleplay with your friends, This post and AU is more or less a sandbox for folks to play around in!

I��ll be occasionally posting pics depending on what I see/find time to doodle. For reference FOR those doodles, below both Squidwen and I have found where each of our own OCs fit into this general world:

DeVerre and Eugenio → Orphans from the same institution, ‘adopted’ by Crowley to be sold to the highest bidder. 

(Squidwen’s OCs)

Verrick → White Persian Cat (Wears a tailcoat).

Seth → Giant Pacific Octopus (Needs a pipe that blows bubbles)!!

Tallis → Hummingbird (Wears a belt and aviator goggles).

Billy → Black Bear (Wears a snorkel parka hood).

Basil → Burmese Python (still has his purple pince-nez, and maybe a legwarmer around his throat)

(Trinket’s OCs)

Albert → Fox (wears a carf)

Tidus → Giant Mudskipper (Big ol’ glasses)

Lázaro → Xoloitzcuintle (skele birthmarks)

Levi → Rock Lobster (blue markings)

Galen → Stray Mutt (hat/poncho or bandana)

Of course, with Protagonists, there usually are antagonists (all of which for this AU are human):

Rebekya Balanaga (Squidwen)

The prim, pale owner of the modeling agency Pearls of Ophenheim. DeVerre especially catches her eye. The girl has unusual silver hair and very pale skin; something that’ll cause a fuss and stir attention in magazines, she hopes. Heels, camera angles, and a ton of make-up, and no one will be able to tell that a child is working for her.

→ She has a pet albino python called Princess.

Honest John and Gidel

Just two, hardworking fellas on the look out for their next employee or circus act. Children make excellent workers, especially those who don’t have much. Yuu is especially of interest to them, given how dextrous they seem. Would they make a good trapeze artist? Or contortionist - given the right training? Or, heck, maybe they’d be happy to just do all the menial tasks around Playful Land, right?

Aadesh Sona and Mr Rajesh Khan (Trinket)

These gentlemen are vital when it comes to producing anything. Animal-testing is the aim of the game for these two, but at times, testing on animals can prove slow, and even a waste of time. Why test chemicals on rabbits and mice when you can just skip to human trials? And since DeVerre and Yuu have been “adopted” by Crowley, no one will stop to ask where they are.

→ Aadesh and Mr Khan as well have their own pets. Basil the Burmese Python being Aadesh's, and a tiger named Shakti. 

As for our own OCs, Eugenio and DeVerre do manage to escape from Crowley’s clutches; with the help of the orphanage cat: Verrick. He sensed something was off with Crowley the moment he stepped through the door. Fearing for the children’s safety, he calls a meeting with the NRC to discuss saving them.

Both of us hope you'll enjoy the premise and find a bit of fun coming up with little scenarios for your OCs to get into. I specifically want to say how grateful I am to have 700 of y'all following for TWST content or the like and I hope to offer more fun things in either interactions, chats, or lil doodles of our characters doing stuff. I esp. wanna thank Squidwen for the help in concocting this whole thing. It's been so much fun to RP with ya and look forward to writing even more UvU

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[see-arcane]

I would love to hear more about your Disney Swan Lake idea

WELL

Odile: Hot Goth Voodoo Flapper Daughter of Facilier-Rothbart. Poisoned apple of her father's eye. Resembles Tiana-Odette by coincidence, not a spell. (This will be important later).

Tiana-Odette-Odettiana: New girl in the area, trying to establish her restaurant and having trouble. Does Not Know Who Facilier Is or What He Does. In a relationship with Naveen-Siegfried already, they want to get hitched <3

Odile and Odette become aware of each other because they're each respectively mistaken for the other one day--everyone gets antsy and worried when they think Odette is Odile, Odile has a flirtatious near-miss kiss with Siegfried. They actually meet and are stunned to find a doppelganger. Glam Goth VS Hardworking Would-Be Entrepreneur. They contrast, but otherwise hit it off.

Odile has no idea what her father is up to, assuming everyone is just prickly over his magical talent. Never mind the missing girls--she lives with him! She'd know if he had anything to do with that!*

*She wouldn't. Facilier forbids her to go near a certain corner of the bayou where the cygnet girls are trapped. Oops. Anyway!

Odile introduces Odette to her father for a laugh. Why didn't you tell me I had a twin, Daddy? Ha ha. ...Dad?

Facilier can't hear her over the sound of realizing he's met the Perfect Final Sacrifice for the Flock. He does his usual patter BS, "I'm no businessman myself, but if you want to meet the kind of Folk who have the power to make things happen..." Etc etc. Odettiana shakes his hand on it.

Cue swan curse.

But! Unlike the other cygnet girls Odettiana meets in the bayou trap, she has a beloved who can save her and break the curse! Just needs to do the confession of True Love about it! Maybe throw in a loophole about how the curse on all the swans will be lifted if the flock gets broken up by a cured member. Whoo! But how and why is Facilier doing all this nonsense anyway? For power? Nope.

Anti-Villain time. Facilier is doing this to save Odile. Once upon a time, when Odile was a child, she was either on the brink of death or dead in her father's arms. Having already lost his wife, Facilier-Rothbart can't lose her too. He begs the Friends for aid at the edge of the bayou, and the Friends answer. One, at least. He resurrects/saves Odile. The trade?

"I have saved her. I am owed her. When she comes of age at her eighteenth year, I shall return to collect her."

Facilier panics, tries to haggle. Which the Friends (plural) expected. A new trade, then.

"You will deliver five maidens in her place at the appointed hour. Fail in this, and you forfeit your daughter. Agreed?" ...Agreed. Yikes.

Cue Facilier panicking again about the potential intrusion of Siegfried and him heavily encouraging Odile to ~steal the man she's owed~ (and unknowingly doom Odette and the other girls). But Odile can't bring herself to betray Odettiana or Siegfried with such an act, self-assigned bad girl or not. ...Where is Odette anyway? Dad? Dad?

Odile's birthday strikes at midnight. The Friends are coming to collect. Odile and Siegfried have to race to the bayou to stop it all.

Climax involves a clash of different loves: Romance (Siegfried and Odette) Friendship (Odile, Odette, the Cygnets) and Familial (Odile: "Daddy, stop! You can't do this to them!" Facilier, cracking up: "Better them than you!") Lots of fantasy and angst and feathers flying around. Ultimately the love confession between Siegfried and Odette works to lift the swan curse on Odette and the Cygnets...

...but loops back and turns Odile into the Black Swan, at least long enough for the Friend who wanted her in the first place to snatch her up and run. Before Facilier can grieve, the Heroes aid him in giving chase to Save the Day and rescue Odile and so on and so forth to get to the Disney Certified Happy Ending (c) (tm) yaaaay!*

*(Don't look up the ballet, kids, don't worry about it.)

[die-as-the-devil]

What David Bowie song would your OC's love or relate to in their very soul? Ya books are amazing and deserve to win awards, especially Future Ghosts!!!

this might be my favorite question i've ever gotten about my ocs so congratulations, you win!!!! at everything!!!! bonus points for having the coolest profile picture!!!

also thank you x10000. your compliment makes me want to fly to the moon!!! out of joy!!!!!

rosie - i think it is very easy to say that rosie is obsessed with rock 'n' roll suicide for obvious reasons, but also just because it's absolutely amazing. i also think she loves hallo spaceboy just for the pure chaos of it. she loves cat people (putting out fire) and rebel rebel, too.

fraser - fraser loves it ain't easy, cygnet committee, changes, blackout, and the secret life of arabia. and if he hadn't died 10 years and a month before the release of blackstar, he would love lazarus and dollar days.

warren - something in me tells me that warren absolutely loves every single song on station to station. especially tvc15. i don't know why. he just does. i can feel it in my bones. and i also think he loves life on mars? and space oddity because they make him imagine movies in his head, and he loves doing that. he also likes i'm afraid of americans because he is afraid of americans. as well as all other people too, but especially americans. and of course starman because sometimes he feels like a starman.

juni - june absolutely loves lady grinning soul, time, and the prettiest star. i also think birdie played lady stardust and rebel rebel so many times that juni was bound to love them since she was a baby. she's obsessed with the lyrics of bowie's parts in under pressure. and i don't say that solely because i am, i swear. "love's such an old-fashioned word, and love dares you to care for the people on the edge of the night" destroys her. especially older juni.

mazzy - mazzy loves let's dance, cracked actor, and dancing in the street. she dances around to them over and over in her room. she sometimes lays in her bed, staring at her ceiling, thinking about how badly she wants to be an avenger while listening to heroes on repeat. also, beauty and the beast. "there's slaughter in the air / protest on the wind / someone else inside me / someone could get skinned" and "someone fetch a priest / you can't say no to the beauty and the beast". the beauty and the beast??? the crying girl and the winter soldier??

ruth - i was only gonna do my published ocs but i am doing ruth anyway because she was a bowie girl when bowie was alive!!! im so jealous of her... (no i'm not; lots of people in the 80s would want to skin me alive i bet) but anyway, ruth loves changes, speed of life, teenage wildlife, and ashes to ashes. she doesn't know it yet, but she'll spend a lot of time listening to five years pretty soon. thinking lots about the end of the world and all.

that's obviously not all my ocs but i have like 100000 of them, so i'm not gonna do all of them, but if you have a specific one you're curious about that i didn't answer for, lmk and i'll answer for them!!

[nightswansarmy]

If you want, could you draw Scotty :D? (JD24 Creadlees)

aww he eepy ! so eepy...

[regexkind]

My neighbors are extremely envious of my latest acquisition in the field of Carhaving: an enormous swan that, when I park in the driveway, alights on my lawn and extends its wing to provide shelter to my tin-pot Camry. I'll gladly tell anyone who asks how I got it.

...very well. I'll take your silence as an assent to hear my tale.

It began where so many of my anecdotes do: upon a wild moor in Scotland. I think. Maybe Louisiana. At any rate, it doesn't matter. I had been dozing under the boughs of the only tree for miles, when the faintest padding of feet roused me. Who else should be coming towards me but an old rival of mine, fox-faced and trotting on all fours. I do not think she knew me for me, possibly because my jacket was so abominably filthy and moss-covered that I resembled nothing but a particularly misshapen bit of tree-root.

Now, Fox and I are, as I have alluded, not on the friendliest of terms but various geasa bind our conduct with one another; in this case, when I stood and strode towards her in one fluid motion, crying out: "my dear Fox, what is that you have in your mouth?!" She was obliged to drop the cygnets in order to answer me truly.

I, of course already knew they were cygnets, as any fool would, and moreover that these cygnets were the clutch of a celestial swan of immense power. Faster than Fox could answer, I swept the royal progeny into my arms. Fox, trounced again (for the umpteenth time I might add), turned about snarling, and departed into the mist.

As everybody knows, a Sicilian cannot deny any request on the day of their daughter's wedding, and a Celestial Swan which rides on the currents of the Aurora, must grant a boon to any who saves their offspring.

Well, it is pretty obvious what I chose, what with car prices the way they are and all. But when I step out of my car and face the Swan dead-on, I feel an implacable rage burning like the plumes of the sun smoldering deep behind its black eyes.

[kazoosandfannypacks]

Cygnet Scholar Superhero au for the ask game!

Yipee! I added more to this one last week so I have more fun dialogue to share!

"Are you alright?" Gideon asked. "Me?" Hope asked. "I'm fine, always am. You however, look like you got run over by an ambulance. Twice. Both times going forward." "Gee," he laughed somewhat sadly, "I didn't know you cared."

wip ask game!

[striderl]

i'm sorry if i'm asking a question that's been answered before but has polaroid ever experienced sawmus go "swanmus" mode before? : o

Do you mean the “berserk mode” Swanmus or the “dad mode” Swanmus?

There was one incident that sent Sawmus into berserk mode. Polaroid confronted a Skibidi with advance upgrades that slipped through the frontline, to buy time for the medics to remove injured units from the scene. During the fight, he managed to make the toilet waste all its ammunition, disarmed its jetpack, and cut off one of its claws. However, he did not expect the Skibidi to catch an opening, penetrating the right side of his torso. Just when Polaroid struggled to retreat, Sawmus dashed into the scene and gave the Skibidi a swift but powerful kick in the face. Upon noticing the blood on its claws and Polaroid’s injury, he began to disassemble the Skibidi like the day he mutilated the glitch toilet. It was a gruesome sight, but Polaroid’s wound was too painful for him to care about anything else. Fortunately, the twin medics were able to patch Polaroid up in time.

If you are talking about the “dad mode”, Sawmus is like that all the time around Polaroid – a caring and supportive father figure, but definitely not spoiling him. A particular trait for Swans is that they value independence in cygnets, if the cygnets struggle with things like getting in water or climbing up stairs, parents would accompany and encourage them till they accomplish the task, without any physical assistance. Here’s an example:

[cyygnet]

Oh i know who you are Linn "cygnet". See i call you Linn swan, i lurk in ur chat all the time. So you can go ahead and bring yo screenshots and ya polices waitin outside, it dont make me no difference. Now, i tell you what: i like ya, and i want ya. Now we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. The choice is yours

what it I chose not to answer this