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GUYS GUYS HEAR ME OUT
Odette as Scylla and Odile as Circe
#circe#epic the musical#scylla#cirscylla#circylla#circe saga#the odyssey#epic circe#greek mythology#swan lake au
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A friend and I watched different versions of the Swan Lake, so this was born 🥰
#ferdibert#fire emblem#fe3houses#fe3h#ferdinand von aegir#hubert von vestra#myart#ugly duck#swan lake au
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🦢 ✨
+ my reference for Aqua !
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Swan Lake AU concepts for Odile!Vanitas
#vanitas#kh vanitas#kingdom hearts#kh#bbs#birth by sleep#kh swanlake au#swanlake au#swan lake au#my art#concepts
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Well, here it is! I'm excited to finally unveil my mayhem fic titled:
ripples in the lake (a swan lake fairy tale)
It's my very first supercorp AU written for @supergirlmayhem in the spirit of trying something new.
And please check out the art from my amazing artist @luxcanaryfox here:
ripples in the lake (a swan lake fairy tale) ART
#supercorp#supergirl#lena luthor#kara danvers#my writing#my fics#swan lake au#basically i wanted to write a fairy tale and this is my attempt#supercorp are corny and in love#love breaks curses#and kisses too#there is also magic#and an evil witch#love light and mayhem!#sgmayhem2024#happy supercorp sunday!
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SWAN SONG (Yan! Baron Von Rothbart x Reader)
𝜗𝜚🦢 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 Written in collaboration with my lovely @umgatochamadopercyval ~💝
𝜗𝜚🦢 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 Swan Lake Ballet OST
𝜗𝜚🦢 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 One Rothbart on the rocks coming right up
But I love you more than words can say, I'm sorry things ended up this way~💜
He's been trapped in his melancholy lately. Glaring daggers at haughty snowflakes from his frosted study window. The snow, no matter how nostalgic and periodic it may be, fills him with a sense of anguish.
But why the snow? Why the very milieu of his upbringing?"
Oh just cause. Just cause it was snowing when he first caught sight of a peculiar swan down by the lake.
At heart, Rothbart is and always will be a conqueror. It's such a shame that Princess Odette's kingdom had to learn that the hard way. He doesn't regret his decision, doesn't regret the curse. But sometimes, just sometimes in the silent dead of night, he can't help but feel that maybe, just maybe he was a bit too hasty.
Odette may be queen.
The sovereign of the lake.
But there are other swans. Other wedded towed white feathered birds, that shapeshift into pretty girls at night.
Maybe Rothbart was too hasty in picking his obsolete bride.
It's easy to forget a curse when you have enough distractions. It's easy to forget a skinned knee when you're staring at a sunset. Odette calls you angry, delinquent, rebel. Every word that can never be used to describe her. The forest is a landscape under your feet, a haze of greens and whites. The cold bites at your wings, knawing between the feathers.
It's easy to forget a curse when you have enough of a distraction.
There's a piercing clangor that calls for a landing. A loud clamor of something memorable yet foreign. You hear the frightened squeaking of your kind, their screams of terror reverberating through your ears. You glance at the sky as you descend, the sun has all but set you should be regaining your true form soon.
The wood crunches under your toed feet. Your muscles ache in this layout, you roll your shoulders back trying to ergo the tension. You hear the screaming again and run towards the sound.
Don't think, don't dream, just act.
You see the bodies before you notice the men with the guns. Bloodied morbid on the ground, white feathers marred with red. This was to be expected, wasn't it? The noise must have been a gun, a bullet racing through the air. You watch as the men exchange salutes, some descending from their steeds. In the last silver of light, you notice one of the swans twitching, a weak noise emitting from her orange beak.
You rush in, gathering her in your arms. You hear the men scream, holler in surprise at a wild woman appearing from the trees. You don't listen, don't care you just run, run back to the lake.
There's a split second when your mind blanks. The next thing you register is the weight in your hand and then a pained cry that paints you in satisfaction.
It's easy to forget a curse when you have enough distractions.
It's easy to remember a curse when it starts to kill you again.
You meet Rothbart a day after the hunting party. See him descend from the sky in all his fiery glory. He's nothing less of a phoenix, nothing short of frightening. He melts the snow at his feet, turning it into an eerie mist. He's here to check on the queen, to make sure she wasn't the young swan that died. He can not permit her such satisfaction.
Even though you fight with Odette, you love her deep down, if she’s the queen you are her second, brave enough to leave the lake sometimes and live in the wilderness, bringing exotic flowers and trinkets back to the lake.
That’s one of the reasons that makes you shield her from his looming presence, ready to duel your captor.
“She’s not feeling up to see you, Baron” You block his passage.
The chill should be familiar by now, biting, harsh, but familiar. You shouldn’t shy away from the frost in his eyes. “Your loyalty is commendable, maiden” he all but spat.
You laugh, truly you think it’s his obsession that’s commendable. Deranged, twisted, malicious, but commendable to some extent.
You stay in a staring contest for some time until the weight of his gaze is too much to hold onto.
“What are you doing here?”
"I was here to see my bride."
"She isn't your bride..." Vemon leaks from between your lips lacing pre-practised words. This has to have been the umpteenth time this conversation has played out. Exact same in every way, with snowflakes descending gingerly upon your head and his icy eyes memorizing your every feature. No doubt to remember who to slaughter later.
"Just bring me-" he's cut short by the loud echo of the gun. The sharp chirp and moans of thousands of rudely awakened birds fleeing into the air.
"They're back" Someone screams and before he knows it the lake is almost desolate. White feathers litter whiter snow, as a group of half-swan, half-girls huddle in a corner whispering machination. Rothbart cringes as he hears Siegfried's name thrown around with zealous hope.
He watches you transform and depart above the canopy.
Hear the gunshots disturbing the moon and stars.
He doesn't wait around to see if you return.
Rothbart knows he isn't lucky enough to witness your demise.
People are stupid that way, aren't they? Believing that ends come so easily? That death is such a deliciously easy thing to hold in the palm of your hand and kiss whenever one pleases. No death is just another hard-earned badge from life. And you, his darling little swan are a little too far from earning such a delectable pleasure.
Rothbart mocks a bow at an inraged Odette. Laughs in a tone too sadistic to name and promises he'll be back. He leaves out the part of just 'who' he'll be back for but he doubts Odette ever pays that much attention to his little speeches. Doubts she caught the little sparkle of wordplay.
He's here again next midnight. Winter coat made of reddening feathers and redder flames still. You turn from your seat on the river rocks. Legs bent as you try to see if you can stand on point with a bullet wound in your thigh. Maybe those showy flames could be useful for once, maybe they could cauterize the wound.
"You do not dance" Rothbart dares to ask. He studies your frame trying to find an imperfection, a sign of last night. You simply sigh tongue in cheek, choking on river air. The younger maidens dance under the moonlight pas de chat's with their arms crossed, they look too serene to be here. Too used to the feathers and beaks. You motion vaguely to your leg, ballet shoe platform flat on the ground. Rothbart knees before you, delicately tracing a warm hand over your powerful legs. Hicking up your tutu ever so slightly. His thumb runs over your thigh pressing gently into the wound. Scratch really, the bullet narrowly missed and yet left too deep a mark. His finger digs deeper and deeper, you stifle an icy moan bubbling in your throat. You throw your head back tenderly as his eyes pierce your neck. Rothbart summons his flames, they burn the scarred tissue and ravage your muscles. You choke on a sob and yet...
You haven't felt this warm in years...
"You see what you've done to us." Odette preaches, she's seated by the river bank. Rothbart tower's over here, eyes glued over her shoulder. Some of the other swans are helping you dance. As if it's such an important thing. As if you need to pirouette and Plié to breathe. "You do not listen, Baron," Odette says, voice low and depleted. "Oh but I do my dear Odette, And I've come to offer aid." The queen snorts, half a honk and half a laugh. "I suppose your aid would be to turn us into carnivorous wolves? To rip and tear these hunters apart."
"Those hunters are royal born. The party is run by a duke's son. I could perhaps persuade his parents that the forest is too dangerous your their wayfarer heir." Odette simply rolls her eyes. "What do you want" she mumbles defeated. Rothbart sucks in a breath, straightens his spine, and watches as Odette flinches at the sound of crackling bone. " I'd like to take one of your swans home with me."
No, the answer had simply been a no. Of course, followed by a slew of vulgar accusations. Ones that Rothbart didn't even know the sweet swan princess Odette would know. "Simply permit (y/n) to keep me company in my castle and I shall free you from this obnoxious threat."
Odette curses again, making sure they hit close to home. The last one is particularly bold. The monster she says and for a split second Rothbart almost feels cruel. In a spiral of flames, he is gone. Leaving Odette to cry, tears melting the snow...
It's a few moons before Rothbart sees you again. He'd been isolating himself in his library, watching the snow and reading poetry he pretended to understand. He'd always thought himself stronger than this. Always invincible.
He hears a tapping at his window, the forest view blocked by the white of a swan's body. Rothbart is quick to jump to his feet, to push the window apart and permit the bird in. It's you, he can tell by the angry way you wobble about his library. He finds it rather cute how you shake your feathers to dry yourself, before curling by the fireplace, glaring daggers at him. Rothbart returns to his seat picking up the ancient book about princesses and genies. He'll have to wait till moonbreak to understand what this is all about.
"I heard your proposal to Odette...I'm here to solidify the deal." You're still curled by the fireplace. Point shoes and feather tutu. He thinks you look quite adorable like this, stubborn little pet. "Does your queen know that you are here?" He asks, the cadence of his voice a little too playful. "Yes does, or well, she will once she reads my note." Rothbart rolles his eyes. " Great, so I should be expecting an army of swans at my door any minute now."
"No" you sign looking out the window with a glint of hope twinkling in your eyes.
"No?" You refuse to elaborate, "Will you save them from the hunters" you finally plead. Rothbart summons you to stand and come forth. He then pulls you onto his lap, fiery lips nipping at your pretty throat. "Yes, I suppose I will."
Your back is to Rothbart's chest as his hands wrap around your waist. Head turned at an odd angle as he kissed you deeply. The letter to Princess Odette and Prince Siegfried's wedding lies on the carpet forgotten. "You little swan" Rothbart breathes between each kiss. You like the lilt of his voice, like tender flames dancing in the hearth.
"May we please go to the wedding." You plead, chasing his lips, desperate for his addictive, acidic taste. "We shall see," he murmurs, pressing stars into your hips. Rothbart, kisses your forehead, relishing in the way you nuzzle into him. Desperate for his warmth, his touch, him...
Maybe he'd been a bit too hasty to offer his heart to Odette.
But then again he had won, his cruelty and depravity had been rewarded with his own little precious swan. His darling lover who tasted of moonlight and Oenothera. You were his, all his, trapped with him forever inside his castle.
Rothbart kisses you again deeply, softly. Savoring your sweet moans between his teeth.
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere male x reader#yandere x darling#yandere x you#yancore#yandere imagines#yandere aesthetic#coquette#baron von rothbart#swan lake au#swan lake x reader#baron von rothbart x reader#rothbart x reader#yandere rothbart#ballerina#ballet#ballet dancer#yandere headcanons#yandere male x you#yandere stories#swan lake headcanons#girlblogging#coqeutte#coquette aesthetic#ballet aesthetic
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tumblr image quality go bleh
anyway, glinda as odette
#wicked#gelphie#wicked the musical#galinda upland#glinda upland#glinda#art#swan lake au#wicked the life and times of the wicked witch of the west
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Captive Prince/Swan Lake AU
I might be in over my head by posting about this prematurely before finishing the Captive Prince series (though I’m more than halfway through King’s Rising), but the brainrot has already started with my fixating and thinking about an AU. Specifically, a Swan Lake AU. >.> HEAR ME OUT: I am obviously very biased because anyone who knows me knows that I’m weak for fairytale AUs (and especially AUs with ballets as sources of inspiration). But I cannot (cannot, I say) ignore the fact that Laurent is so, so damn Swan Prince coded it is wild, to me. (Yes, I know it’s not like he was intentionally coded that way, and I am not C.A. Pacat XD) It’s just...the outwardly iciness. The hidden fragility. The inability to trust after being hurt so deeply, and having security ripped away from him at such a young age? (Not to mention, the way the Regent tries to manipulate and control (also abuse) Laurent in a way that really evokes how Rothbart treats Odette. And that doesn’t even touch on the fact that Rothbart’s imprisonment of “swan maidens” is very much parallel to how the Regent treats young boys, only to discard them when he no longer has use of them.) The dynamic between Laurent and Damon is also very Odette/Siegfried? The way Damen, despite knowing better, is ultimately drawn to Laurent, drawn to serving him and eventually determined to protect him despite ultimately having had a hand in so much of the pain Laurent went through. (And then Laurent’s initial mistrust of Damen, the frigidity and hate, and how it slowly dissolves into something tender?)
Then, there’s the way the Regent and Damen interact from the start: the manipulation, the underhanded way the Regent tries to drives Damen into certain events (or Laurent). It’s so much like how Rothbart drives Siegfried in a lot of adaptations (thinking specifically of Liam Scarlett’s Swan Lake), yet somehow, Damen remains so unwaveringly noble? Even when pushed to error, he thinks of Laurent, how things will impact Laurent, and it’s that deep yearning and pining that is so distinctive to Swan Lake, and holy shit, there is such potential here. Anyways, my brain is reeling with ideas and that’s all I might post for now as I finish the third book. I hadn’t thought I’d write anymore fanfiction for a while after my current project, but messing with a story like this is...so tempting, ugh. </3 (If it’s not this AU, I feel like I’m going to write something for Captive Prince eventually. I’m so invested in Damen and Laurent it’s not even funny. XD) On that note, if anyone is wanting to talk Captive Prince things, send me a DM because my mind is spinning. XDDD
#captive prince#laurent of vere#damianos of akielos#damen of akielos#laurent x damen#damen x laurent#capri#the regent#headcanons#swan lake au
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Swan Lake AU
Once upon a time...
There lived a noble witch's daughter by the name of Freya. Despite being of noble status, Freya is quite content with the life she currently has: a quaint cottage close to a just as quaint village, friends that she deeply cares for, and lovers who she has been with for the past 2 years. Everything was right as rain...
Until it wasn't.
You see, there were two separate parties who were against this union: the Senate of Briar Valley (who feared Freya's maternal family would gain the power that they did not wish to reach) and the elders within Afterglow Savana (who both did not want their second prince to gain more powerful than his older brother and wanted to keep the neglected second prince under their supervision). Despite being opposing parties, the two teamed up by paying a assassin to kill Freya and Vil.
The assassination was somewhat successful. While the shots were very much life for Vil, it wasn’t for Freya. With the assistance of nearby swan maidens, Freya was able to save Vil’s life and turn the two of them both into swan maidens to lay low.
But their story is far from over...
Masterlist
Tagging: @adrianasunderworld @abyssthing198 @liviavanrouge @the-weirdos-mind @queen-of-twisted
@tragedytells-tales @the-trinket-witch @twst-cweam-sod4 @absolutepokemontrash @lovelybuefood
@lorkai @zexal-club @yumeko2sevilla @yukii0nna @mangacupcake
@fair-night-starry-tears @twst-the-night-away
#twisted wonderland#twst#leona kingscholar#malleus draconia#vil schoenheit#twisted wonderland oc#twst oc#freya grimoire#twst au#swan lake au#twst swan lake au
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Sermilla swan lake au would it be going off of the ballet or would it be going off the Barbie interpretation of it? Because I don’t know the ballet that well. But I do know the Barbie one.
…………………Barbie.
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Decided to fuck around instead of doing my work so have some quick sketches of a Fantasy Martin from my Swan Lake AU thingy.
#guys he's totally going to kill the beast in the forest#definitely won't fall in love with it#what are you talking about#tma swan lake au#swan lake au#tma au#tma art#tma fantasy au#martin blackwood#lonely martin#the magnus archives au#the magnus archives#tma fanart#tma podcast
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*inhale* Dancae swan lake AU
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55460731
*exhale*
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Swan Lake Esmeralda
uploading a little something for my friend again! you can find them on twitter @orphic_epiphany
(I FORGOT RAHAHAHA, SORRI MIMI)
description: swan lake au from our little server
Link(s):
Twitter: https://x.com/orphic_epiphany/status/1739602243639443619?s=61
#artemis’ art#academy's undercover professor#aup#i got a fake job at the academy#the academy's undercover professor#아위당#esmeralda#selina (aup)#swan lake au#she’s the black swan obvi#SHE’S GORGEOUS BTW
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the royalty 👑
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redrew swan lake! riku…the original is from 2019 !
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Zagnos and Hypnos nation, I have an AU for you
I call it the white swan au
Hypnos is having family issues. He’s a ballet dancer, but is fighting chronic fatigue. He cherishes dance over the family funeral business, by the time he gets back from practice he’s too tired to work effectively. It’s caused tension in the family, they can’t understand that the death industry just isn’t for him. But he gets a golden opportunity, to be the white swan in a highly anticipated, first ever rework of swan lake that contrasts the black and white swan together in a tale of self doubt and overcoming it. One that the orchestra of Apollo and the muses is playing for. His partner in the dance will be Zagreus, the only one that seems to understand his situation as he too has some family issues. His family being the rivaling funeral home to the Cthonics. Hypnos believes that if he can have his family see the performance and draw a standing ovation, they’ll finally understand he’s worth something outside of the family business. He overworks himself, pushing himself to the point he’s so fatigued he’s barely holding on. Zagreus is worried, but he can’t seem to snap Hypnos out of it. A few days before the performance, a massive fight between the twins break out when Thanatos accidentally damages the very expensive and elaborate swan outfit. The fight gets so bad Hypnos takes the outfit and doesn’t come home, staying with Zagreus. Charon is the first to realise how far this has gone, and gets his partner Hermes’ to very quickly and efficiently fix the costume and assured Hypnos everyone will be there to see him perform.
When performance day comes around, Hypnos is completely exhausted but pushes on. Midway through the show he starts to feel lightheaded and sore, but he keeps going. He’s determined to prove himself. Zagreus begs him to let the understudy take over but Hypnos refuses. They push on, the whole time Hypnos is barely holding on and Zagreus is giving him pleading looks to stop. In his fatigue, he lands a jump slightly off and injures his ankle but he just keeps going. Charon notices something is wrong from the crowd, but he can’t exactly stop the performance so he watches in anticipation for the worst. Hypnos finishes the show, but right as the curtains close he finally collapses and blacks out. His whole family sees it, and it’s the wake up call they need that things in this fight have gone too far. He’s taken to hospital, and while they wait for the verdict Zagreus chews them all out for the way they’ve treated Hypnos. Luckily, he’s ok and will be able to keep dancing as long as he keeps to a strict recovery routine and doesn’t overwork himself like that again.
The story ends with the family talking everything through, Hypnos being given the credit he deserves and his condition finally understood. Zagreus makes him promise to not hurt himself like that again, assuring him he was the most beautiful white swan to ever dance the stage. And finally, things start to look up for Hypnos.
#I love tragic siblings fight and make up stories#Hypnos and Thanatos need to scream at ecahother then hug it out#hades white swan au#swan lake au#hades game au#ballet au#hades au#supergiant hades#hades supergiant#hypnos x zagreus#hypzag#zagreus x hypnos#zagnos#hypnos hades game#hades game hypnos#hades hypnos#zagreus hades game#zagreus supergiant#hades zagreus#zagreus hades#art#digital artwork#artists on tumblr#digital art#fanart
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