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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

[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................

[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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[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:

[smidgen-of-hotboy]

Our Angel of Brahma, pt. xiii-

I seem to have forgotten what part i am on for this story (EDIT: I FIGURED IT OUT!). Hmmm... To be transparent: I've been sitting on this part now for about a month and did not post it right away for various reasons. And while it is short, it is important all the same.

@ananxiousgenz @ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @demonic-panini @gwenlena @the-private-eye

CW for: grief, death of major character

SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING BEGINS. BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): (VERY TIRED) This week on Brahma: Ester fell down the stairwell and busted her chin open. Iris had to give her stitches, and stitching a three-year-old toddler’s bleeding chin is not an easy feat.  Hank found a stray puppy in the street. The dog is in rough shape. Hank is determined to nurse it back to health though and train it to assist Talia. He said that if the dog lives, he plans on naming it Mischa.  (BAIRD SIGHS) I’m sorry. I don’t have anything else to say.  SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING ENDS. 

SOUND: COMMS BEEPS AGAIN. NEXT RECORDING BEGINS.  WEAK VOICE:  We miss you, Charlie. We should have celebrated you turning twenty-one few months ago, but instead– (WHEEZING) Instead, this week, Baird is turning nineteen without you, I still can’t walk, and Eber is gone.  (HEAVY BREATHING) Iris says they have contacts in Saraswati. It’s where all the imports come from. Camilla is thinking about getting her and Eve off-planet. If they go, then that’s it. There’s no more Spades in Brahma.  I miss you, Charlie. I wish… you were here. You’d know what to do to make Baird stop crying. Sometimes, I wish it was me, and not you. I’d trade places with you in less than a breath. SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING ENDS. 

Baird is: 1) tired and 2) 19. When I was that age, I was tired too. My mother was sick frequently, I didn’t know at the time but she was keeping a lot of secrets from me. 

The WEAK VOICE = Talia? Only logical answer I have to go off of

Mischa = Dog that Hank found. Somehow, it still surprises me that there were still dogs running around the streets of Brahma. Then again, babies were still being born, and birthdays were still being celebrated. Life finds a way. 

Baird mentions in later recordings that Camilla, Eber, and Evelyn are gone (“Decade”)

Questions:

What happened to Eber? 

Did Camilla successfully get her and Evelyn off-planet through the Saraswati connections?

Who are the Saraswati Connections?

UPDATE: After further digging of my own, Osiris Cygnet was from Saraswati, liked to vacation on Mars at the Oasis Resort, and frequented New Kinshasa to “admire its architecture”. I recognize some of the building styles in the photos of New Kinshasa. They look very similar to the types of buildings on Akna (just outside of the Outer Rim) and Surya (just past Brahma in the Outer Rim). 

Did Osiris have something to do with the Saraswati Connections? (Could help to explain why he had Baird’s Comms amongst his various other possessions in the storage unit.)

[wellthebardsdead]

Sylas: *soaked to the bone, carrying Taliesin across the shallow water of the cave after getting air back in the high elfs lungs* I didn’t realise that little stream would turn into a barreling spider infested rapid over the last few hundred years. *huffs before looking down at his beloved* hey, stay with me now.

Taliesin: *nearly drowned after the group got swept up through the rapids. Long dark hair wet and wavy after being tossed and twirled from his usual neat ponytail* mm… *rests his head against his chest and sighs* thank you for saving me…

Sylas: *gently sits him down on dry land* shhh, id die myself before I let you go. *sets his pack beside him and pulls a dry blanket from it* let’s rest here. The entrance to the chantry is just ahead. I’ll see if the way is op-

???: Hello?… who goes there?

Lucien: I- someone else is here?

Kaidan: another vampire?

Inigo: no I’d smell it if it was- they smell like-

Serana: Sylas?… friend?…

Sylas: *face visibly paling with a look of dread and posture tight* …

Taliesin: my love?… *reaches up and strokes his cheek*

Sylas: *shakily places his hand to his and squeezes it before turning slowly to face where auriels light shines through the darkness of the cave* … *steps forward and sheepishly sets foot into its rays, his back to the group, and face to the voice* g-Gelebor?…

???: Cygnet?… is that you?… *slowly steps into view revealing themselves to be another, older snow elf*

Sylas: *feeling like he can’t breathe, like his heart froze in his chest and his lungs shrivelled to ash. His eyes firmly locked on the knight Paladin he’d always secretly known was his real father, unable to speak, to answer, just frozen in a conflicted stance between wanting to cry with joy for seeing him, or weep in shame of the Mer he’d grown up to be* its…

Gelebor: *steps closer, eyes growing softer as the realisation dawns on him of who he’s talking to, and tears welling up within them as the memory of a small little elven boy floods his mind* Its you…

Sylas: *tries to speak proud with his chest like Gelebor always taught him to but can only manage a broken fragile sob* c-can I call you dad now?…

Gelebor: Son- *steps forward and pulls him into a tight warm hug* my boy, my little Cygnet.

*a few hours later*

Sylas: *laying in one of the now cleaned guest rooms after defeating his uncle* …

Taliesin: *sits beside him on the bed and smiles warmly down at him* you have a father now huh?…

Sylas: *nods, smiling up at him with a tired smirk* he likes you… he’s glad I found you.

Taliesin: well that makes two of us~ *leans down kissing his lips as he joins him amongst the furs* soooo, when we’re you going to tell me your real name was Cygnet~? My big handsome swan~

Sylas: *rolls his eyes* when are you going to tell me your real name~?

Taliesin: When sanguine achieves a month of sobriety if you keep asking~

[sconeaon]

Fairytale (Even though it hurts) preview/prologue

An angel born of the Forbidden Fruit's seeds joins the cast of the Hazbin Hotel--shenanigans, etc.

A/N: AKA as my attempt to understand Tumblr's UI! This may be crossposted to AO3 if I can be bothered?? Anyway please enjoy my first fic for this silly duck man

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

As is the case with all living things, each of the dozen seeds took its own path in life. Some chose to become trees, others curled up to rot, unsatisfied with the world—and one, just one, was taken into His hands. A creature born of the earth, of the byproduct of the Original Sin. Something so natural and yet entirely not, grown and warmed in the womb of the Garden itself as it formed slowly; so slowly.

Apple seeds—something so regular, one may forget that even the forbidden fruit bore them. A comforting normalcy in even the most horrid of things.

With time, the trees themselves contorted curiously to watch as the ground formed an unusual mound. Animals found comfort in its warmth, letting it be the safe sleeping place for their young—all who resided in the Garden trusted the Earth’s new creation, no matter what it may be. An animal of new shape, or a fourth creature of humanity; some believed it was the conscience of the Earth itself given form.

The truth revealed itself on a warm morning in a then unnamed season, under the first rays of day—the feathers of a cygnet, and yet the quivering hands of man. The creature was an angel.

“Oh, my,” it spoke, its voice echoing loud enough to scare it just a little; “it appears I am alive.”

The animals of the Garden fascinated His newest creation, as did the trees, and the sky, and all that lay beyond the horizon that it could see—the creature born from Eve’s lust for knowledge was born with insatiable curiosity and unbound intelligence, forever desperate to reach out and grab everything she was yet to understand.

This trait was familiar to Heaven, and ever so terrifying. They were certain that if the creature were to be left to its own devices, a being more unbridled than the fallen Lucifer may be unleashed; that was a future they could not let come to pass. The creature was thus held as a houseguest by the seraphim, treated as an eternal child and forever berated for simply following in the nature they had been born with. Though it hurt to be repressed so, the idea of upsetting those who kept it safe scared the creature deeply—as its curiosity applied not just to the beautiful and the untold, but the unknown and the dark.

If it were to speak out of line, would it be killed? Would it be cast out, abandoned—just like this Lucifer, the fallen creature they were compared to since their very inception?

Not being allowed to know the answers was enough to keep her in line—for the first few thousand years of creation.

You see, being born from the accursed apple seeds had given the creature an unspoken tie to the Original Sinner—to Eve—that seemed to make voices call out to her in the night.

“Are you not wracked with boredom, up in your gilded cage?” the First Woman’s voice would echo, would haunt—“they have not even given you a name, sweet creature.”

“Please, voice, define ‘boredom’,” the creature had replied.

“When you are not in danger, but are left with so little to do that your body feels as though it might eat itself alive,” Eve spoke, her voice airy, “does it not hurt, being forced to be a person you are not? Please, creature, speak.”

“You are the first to call me a ‘person’. Not once before have I been considered above the animals of Eden, not before this moment,” the creature appeared complimented, a gentle smile on its face.

“Then allow me to give you the identity they have denied you. I wish to give you a name,” Eve responded.

A name—the syllables left the First Woman like the breeze, gentle and soothing. Suddenly, the creature no longer had to define itself as a thing, as a burden.

It—she, was a person. Eve had made it so.

“I have never received a gift as kind as this, Eve. Please, allow me to repay your kindness; I will do anything you wish, lest I remain indebted for the rest of existence,” (Name) had spoken in earnest, surprised as Eve met her words with a girlish giggle.

“Oh, my sweet (Name)—every living being is given a name, from pet animals to beloved human beings. I am simply filling in where Heaven has fallen short,” Eve had tittered, “though…perhaps making some friends beyond your standing would be beneficial. I have two acquaintances who are quite enamoured with your unlikely existence.”

(Name) blinked in surprise. Friends? No, that idea had never really even crossed her mind—she had always been…alone.

Oh. Oh—she had been lonely, all of this time.

“Please, take your time with all of this, dearest. I do not wish to rush you into doing anything that might hurt you,” Eve had soothed, sensing the change in (Name)’s mood even without sharing in her space; “just know—perhaps one night, it will be someone other than myself coming to speak to you. Someone who I think will remind you deeply of yourself.”

(Name) knew who she was speaking of—the same fallen one she had been compared to incessantly since the moment of her creation. It was almost ironic that even the singular seemingly helpful force in her life couldn’t help but reach the same conclusion…

“(Name), these acquaintances truly do yearn for your presence. The words we’ve shared, the wants they’ve expressed—”

~

“Not that one! Uh, please stop reading that one!”

(Name)’s voice cut through the silence of the Regained Paradise library, royally scaring the shit out of the Princess of Hell.

“Haha—I know the whole thing is accessible information for all, but…I guess everyone has a selfish streak when it comes to information about themselves, huh? Hah…” (Name) fidgeted awkwardly, her nervous stumbling far removed from the graceful creature Charlie had inferred from the book’s pages.

“Oh! Oh, yes, putting it down right now—I totally just violated my own lesson about boundaries, so I guess we’re both good at breaking our own rules,” Charlie beamed, evidently attempting to brighten the awkward situation as she reached out to grab the librarian’s hands, “all of that stupid mess-up-iness aside—hi! I’ve never really met a friend of my dad’s before. Or a friend of my mom’s…or a friend of the First Woman, wow! You really make, uh, important friends, huh?”

“Uh…yeah, I guess—sorry. I can see on your face that talking to me for real is pretty jarring,” (Name) replied sheepishly, shuffling her feet, “so, uh…what exactly did you come here to talk to me about? The library isn’t exactly where you find…anyone but me, here in Hell.”

“Oh, oh—I totally should have explained that first! Okay,” Charlie paused, taking a breath in for effect before exclaiming with her whole chest, “I want to invite you to stay at my hotel! You’re all about learning stuff and growing and improving, so I think you’d be a total smash hit as…as something!”

“At ‘something’?” (Name) couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking her head, “Charlie, dearest, what has your father been telling you?”

“Nothing at all, actually! I’ve done all sorts of research on people here in Hell who could maybe help with my vision, and I stumbled onto the webpage for your library��you’re basically doing the same thing I am, but with learning, and…stuff,” Charlie explained vaguely, gesturing wildly, “I thought it would be super helpful if we combined our visions—maybe if I could find proof of redemption here, you could help me with…application! Yes, oh my gosh, yes—you could be our redemption counsellor!”

(Name) couldn’t help but splutter out a laugh, replying queryingly, “redemption counsellor? It really sounds like you just made that up.”

“I did, I totally did, but isn’t it the best idea? Ooh, this is going to be great,” Charlie practically vibrated with excitement, before cutting herself short in realisation; “I mean, if you want to? I never actually asked…”

“Storming into my library, reading what is practically my diary and then demanding I join the ranks of your not-even-proven-to-work hotel? Yes, I can see why not many people take you up on the offers you give,” (Name) replied, her eyes fiery for just long enough to make Charlie doubt herself—only to break out into bubbly laughter as she added brightly, “you’re ever so lucky that I’m one of the few people this sort of approach works on, dove.”

“Oh. Oh—oh! So you’ll do it? That’s a yes?” Charlie asked, jittery with the maybes that hung in the air.

(Name) nodded ever so gently—and Charlie erupted into cheers of excitement.

“Yes! Yes, oh my GOSH-- Ohmygosh, you will not regret this, (Name)! I have so many lesson plans and projects and ideas and concepts and—ah, this is going to be so great,” Charlie bounced around with the energy of a small electronic device of some kind—exceedingly wired to the point that (Name) could just feel it slowly infecting her, too.

“We have so many spare rooms, you can stay wherever you want to—and everyone is so nice, you’ll make friends before you even realise you’re making them!” Charlie continued to yip as she took (Name)’s hand, unconsciously dragging her out through the streets of Pentagram City with an unexpectedly vice-like grip, “and, uh…dad’s there, sometimes. I promise I didn’t read enough of the story back there to know why you know each other, but I know you were, uh…‘associated’ with both of my parents. Letting you stay at the hotel is kind of like inviting family to stay over, if I really think about it!”

The way Charlie’s tone could dip into sadness only to leap back into joy was more than a little worrying—she was playing a character, evidently, even if it was a character that shared her genuine dreams. (Name) would never be cruel enough to call what she had ‘daddy issues’, but…

“I hope I can make a good impression. I’ve heard you have quite the cast of interesting characters in this little hotel of yours,” (Name) managed to reply as coherently as possible, “that odd Alastor fellow has taken a liking to the library—forever asking me questions I don’t know the answer to, that guy.”

“Yeah, that’s in character…but it’s great that you’ve already met a member of our staff! You’re going to be colleagues from tomorrow on, so already knowing one another is helpful,” Charlie replied, tailing off into a ramble about how there was actually good in the Radio Demon’s heart, and how he’d stop being a tease if (Name) showed that she was a ‘true friend’…

The Princess’ spiel didn’t quite feel like lies, but whatever truth was in what she said was so supremely sugar-coated that attempting to dig it out would be entirely impossible. That was likely the point, though—Charlie didn’t seem like the type to see the bad in anyone who hadn’t given her explicit reason to. She was a sweet girl.

“Hey, (Name)—you don’t have to think so hard about everything I’m saying to you, you know. You’re taking a good ten-second pause between each sentence,” Charlie spoke, her quick realisation of the workings of (Name)’s mind more than a little jarring; “just talk like nobody’s watching! Or, I guess, listening?”

Her tone seemed—

“(Name), you’re still doing it! Say something without thinking about every detail of what I just said,” Charlie attempted to coach, forcing (Name) to hold her gaze, “come on. Say what it is you’re thinking, with no pause to script!”

“…is that your hotel?” was all (Name) could get out under the clauses, a shaky finger pointing at the looming building just steps from being stumbled into by the girls.

“Oh! Yeah, we’re here. Come on in and meet everyone!” Charlie exclaimed, pulling (Name) through the door with far too much friendly force, “and remember—say what’s in your heart, not what you think you should say, okay?”

This was going to be a long fucking day.

[nightswansarmy]

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

aww he eepy ! so eepy...

[flamekingmaven]

The Great War: A Maven Calore Fanfic

Part 1

"I pledge myself to you, Iris Cygnet, princess of the Lakelands. Will you accept?”       Maven does not even throw a glance at me, he looks at Iris while saying these words. But everyone looks at me. They don't look at the King and the woman he just proposed to, they look at me. They wait for a sign. They wait for me to object, or at least leave this damned place. They hope for a show, a drama.       But I don't give it to them. Even though their gazes make me feel like there are words written on my face- humiliating letters of black ink that will permanently stay on my skin. I just sit there, and watch the love of my life getting engaged with another woman. There is no expression on my face. No fury, no misery. I keep my wounds hidden.       "I put my hand in yours, and pledge my life to yours," Iris replies, after her own traditions and the customs of her kingdom. "I accept, Your Majesty."       He puts his bare hand out to take hers, the bracelet at his wrist sparking as he moves. A current of fire hits the air, snakelike and curling around their joined fingers. It does not burn her, though it certainly passes close enough to try. Iris never flinches. Never blinks.��That’s why she is the one whom he is marrying, I think. Not you.

      I feel like I might throw up any moment now. I turn my gaze away from them. I just look at my hands on my lap. I can’t hear anything anymore. I am fully focused on my pain now. It is a foolish move, I know. Just a moment ago, I was determined that I was not going to give them even a hint. But my feelings have always been my weakness. I suck at controlling them. Or hiding them under a flawless mask, like Maven does.

      When people start to stand up, I understand that it is time to go. I get on my wobbly feet. And just when I am about to turn my back, icy blue eyes meet mine. I suddenly stop. I can taste blood in my mouth. Every memory we share is a piece of glass, but every single one of them is broken and they draw blood. I press my lips together in fear of silver streaming down my chin. The question pounds in my head: Why did you do this? But I must admit that I know the answer. He needed to. And I will be fair, every king that is in Maven’s place would do the same. But he had a choice.

      Even though he looks at me as if I am the only real thing in his world in front of everyone, I feel so heavy-hearted that I can’t keep looking at him. I swiftly turn my back and start to walk. I feel so cold and the freezing weather is not the only reason. That’s why the fur collar of my coat and my leather gloves don’t keep me warm. I feel like I don’t breathe anymore. Everything inside me is dead.

“My lady.”

     I stop and turn my back just to face one of the Sentinels. I scowl at him even though he did not do anything to deserve it, because I got no energy to deal with anybody. I just want to let my pain drown me. I don’t want to fight anymore. I don’t have it in myself.

“His Majesty is waiting for you in his car.”

      The heart of glass on my chest feels heavy. It has dealt with grief so many times until this day and it was successful at handling it, but this time hits different. Because it is Maven. King of Norta who is waiting for me just after his new engagement. It sounds like a joke, but I know that it is not. I want to scream at the Sentinel’s face that he should tell his King to go fuck himself. But I can’t. Even a Sentinel shouldn’t witness someone’s disobedience to the King. It is already a fragile reign.

“Lead the way.” I say, with no will in my voice.

        The Sentinel does as I say. I take reluctant steps as I silently follow him. I don’t want to see Maven. Moreover, I don’t want to be alone with him in his car. I can’t talk to him because I know that I will burst into tears if I try. I don’t want him to marry somebody else. I selfishly want him all to myself even though it is not possible anymore.

        I can’t see Maven because the windows of his car are so dark that nobody could see anything from outside. But when the Sentinel opens the door for me, I see him sit on the large backseat of the car. When our gazes meet, I feel sick to my stomach once again. My gloved hands clunch into fists. I’m so angry at him that I can’t breathe. I’m furious because I wish I could hate him for making me suffer, but no matter what he does I will never be able to do that.

        I want to punch something, and scream until my throat hurts. I need to destroy it, and watch it turning into ashes. I always likened my heart to a fire, but right now I feel like I’m the fire itself. I am made of destruction, but my pain always keeps burning me.

[celestiall0tus]

Reawakening - Soul

Table of Contents

            Psyche sat curled up as a swan on Zoe’s bed in the evening sunlight. She sighed contently as she drifted off to sleep.

            “I did it! I got the part!” Zoe cheered as she entered the room.

            Psyche jumped and honked. She took several deep breaths before she calmed. Zoe ran up, holding the script in a death grip.

            “You were right! I crushed the auditions and got the leading role.”

            Psyche smiled and transformed into her kwami form. “Marvelous! Absolutely marvelous, cygnet. Congratulations!”

            Zoe beamed, then looked away sheepishly. “You’ll still help me practice, right?”

            “Of course! Remember, you are a shining soul of untapped skill and potential my dear cygnet. And like any swan, you will spread your dazzling wings and stun the crowds with your spiritual radiance.”

            Zoe smiled softly. “Thank you. It’s nice having another person believe in me. I mean, sure there’s, well, Dad but not really my dad, you know?”

            “The man that claims you as his daughter but didn’t raise you or assist in the process of your creation and really just sees you as a validation for his buried passions?”

            Zoe sighed. “Yes, that one.”

            “I don’t like him. Or the harpy. She thought she was more radiant than I. The absolute blasphemy! The only one as radiant as I is that pompous peacock and only by a technicality.”

            “You didn’t get into another fight with Mom, did you?”

            Psyche opened her mouth when there was a knock. She and Zoe exchanged glances before Zoe answered it. Ondine smiled and waved sheepishly.

            “Ondine? What brings you here?”

            “Um, could I speak with Psyche? Terra suggested I speak with her about my problem.”

            “Of course! Come in.”

            Ondine stepped inside and took a seat on the couch. Zoe joined her with Psyche. Terra poked his head out of Ondine’s bag.

            “Psyche!” Terra called.

            Psyche beamed. “Terra!”

            The pair embraced each other before they settled between the girls.

            “Now, calf, what troubles you?” Psyche asked.

            “Well, I don’t know what to do about my boyfriend, Kim. He made a comment that still bothers me and it’s making it hard to be with him.”

            “What was the comment?” Psyche asked.

            “That… that Chloe was more beautiful and funnier than me.”

            Zoe’s jaw dropped. “He said that in front of you?”

            Ondine nodded.

            “That is troubling. And these words still hold power over you, yes?”

            Tears fell from Ondine’s eyes. “Yes. I want to ignore them, to just move on. I just want to be happy that I’m with him, but I can’t forget them. It hurts so much. Who am I really compared to Chloe?”

            “You’re a kind, amazing, breathtaking lady. You aren’t spiteful, hurtful, or horrendously mean like her. You are so much more than Chloe could ever be.”

            “Why doesn’t it feel that way? Why does it feel like he loves her more than me?”

            Zoe frowned and looked at Psyche.

            “Hmm. Well, you are in a predicament. This is a terrible weight on your soul. You can persevere if you are determined to stay with him. However, I would recommend you let him go.”

            “What? But I… I love him.”

            “Can you claim as much not wanting to be near him? Can you be certain that it doesn’t stress you out being with him? Can you truly stand by these feelings if you dislike his mere presence?”

            Ondine fell silent. Fresh tears fell from her eyes.

            Zoe hugged Ondine tight. “I’m sorry he said that. You deserved so much more.”

            Ondine took a sharp breath. She broke down in sobbing fits and clung to Zoe.

[winslowleachthecomposer]

SWAN FAN SPOTTED!!! thoughts on swan/the juicy fruits?

hihihihi!!! sorry for taking so long to answer!!!! there is a LOT

his work is a lot bigger of an influence on my playing style than i'd care to admit. if I tell people I don't listen to pop that often i'm lying through my teeth 🙃

i really do think his work is brilliant, especially his older material but I also love a lot of his newer releases (esp. his spin on the California sound/sunshine pop and return to early British Invasion influence with some of his more nostalgia-oriented albums)

not to mention just being a monumental influence on rock music and music as a whole while ALSO strictly refusing photographs and staying out of the public eye as much as possible apart from interviews. I can't even begin to imagine the sheer level of humility that must take. Massive respect. He's the Oxford definition of a living legend

Slightly-tangential-but-not-really personal rambling ahead: when I was in piano lessons in my early teens, half of my repertoire was miscellaneous classical composers and the other half Bach (and I kind of have a deeply-ingrained prejudice against his music as a result that i'm still grappling with). My ma, who definitely meant well, blindly agreed with my instructor's claims that contemporary music wasn't worth learning because it lacked technical skill, but after managing to (sloppily) learn a few Swan songs by ear from the radio, that was enough to convince ma that maybe modern material was worth switching teachers over after all, for the emotive aspects of the music but even for its own distinct technique that can't quite be gleaned the same way from classical compositions.

It's kind of like how Erik Satie's Gymnopédies and Gnossiennes are often dismissed by piano teachers (including my own) for being "too easy", but the emotional aspect of them is greatly overlooked and is, in actuality, very difficult to master unless your heart is 100% in it. I think the same goes for music on the Death label. A song doesn't have to be structurally comparable to the works of Liszt to be exceptionally powerful and challenging to replicate the right feel of. I'm definitely grateful to have had that classical training under my belt bc having that technique/theory knowledge makes my musical pursuits a lot easier now, applying that experience to contemporary repertoire, but I'm equally grateful if not more for having stuck to my guns knowing what I was passionate about. and I have Swan and his music to thank for that

and uhm. really rather not talk about the juicy fruits

ty for the ask!! swanblr's felt so empty lately so it's so cool to run into a fellow cygnet ^^

[c0rpsedemon]

ok shout out to the one person who encouraged me on that last one . you all were right abt one of the right answers being bunnies and good for you bc i don't really talk abt dottie (my bunny) on here like ever . that said i think the 'i'm scared as shit of one of these animals' threw a lot of you for a loop bc you've never been cornered by a swan before. they're mean as shit, live 5 minutes (walking) away from my house, have teeth on their tongues and once trapped me on a 10 ft dock for 30 minutes bc they decided to set up shop at the end of it and they had cygnets w them so they were feeling extra mean . i am not scared of moose bc i've never actually encountered a moose, the swans have visited my neighbors' pool before. that said they are very beautiful and if the swans want to be mad at me then i'll just stay out of their way. the dead giveaways there should've been my infatuation with ap's milky swan print, the fact that the only ever after high character i've ever drawn was duchess (repeatedly btw), my infatuation w swan lake, and the fact that all the posts surrounding the poll were me liveblogging princess tutu which is. technically abt a duck and a raven but is based on swan lake.