#SwanHeart

[dollunicornfairymermaid]

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[cryptidclaw]

Ive been thinking about my Clan Gen Challenge characters a lot... so heres two redesigns/redraws for my fave fucked up twins <3

Im working on planning out lore and stuff for these guys stories rn, and Im planning on eventually making a blog for them but Im proud of these refs so I wanted to post them!

A bit of info for their story tho... their group (clan) is now called The Hawthorns, they live in a California inspired territory, specifically they live in caves! Leaders are now called Monarchs, and I'm thinking I will call Deputies Vices tho I may change that...

They also live in a post apocalypse like RoC but there are absolutely no humans like how it is in Guardians of Ga'Hoole!

Also Swanheart's eye patch was crafted from the fabric of a human sleep mask hehe, i thought it looked cute and cool !

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[Image 1 ID: a digital drawing of Monarch Spiderweb, a warriors inspired oc. She is walking with her left side showing, and she has a smug smile with squinted evil eyes. She is a long furred black cat, her fur fluffs up around the upper parts of her legs, and below that her legs are darker and short furred. She has blue eyes with red pupils and eyelashes and she has red scars going across her face, chest and back. Above her is written "Monarch Spiderweb" in red, and next to that is a front view of har face, a view of her paw with her claws unsheathed and her red paw pads showing, and a close up of her mouth open, which is red inside./End ID]

[Image 2 ID: a digital drawing of Vice Swanheart, a warriors inspired oc. he is walking with her left side showing, and he has has a scared expression on his face, and has a navy blue eye patch with a white outline of a closed eye on it covering his left eye. he is a long furred white cat, his fur fluffs up around the upper parts of his legs, and below that his legs are light gray and short furred. he has blue eyes and pink scars going over his chest and left leg. The scars in his chest go across a light gray heart marking. Above him is written "Vice Swanheart" in blue, and next to that is a close up of his eye patch, two front views of his face, one with the eye patch, and the other without, showing his eye covered in pink scars and the eye droopy and blind, a view of his paw with his claws unsheathed and his pink paw pads showing, and a close up of his mouth open, which is pink inside./End ID]

[owlart18]

More clangen fanart, this time with some of my favourite Morningclan cats

Speedpaint

(Commission info in pinned post)

Lore:

Primstalk was one of the first cats I fell in love with in Morningclan. Their beautifully patterned pelt stuck out to me as well as their pretty name. It also helped that I was so attached to their pretty calico mother, Bramblebee. I loved all Bramble’s other kits too, Egretpaw, Downclaw, Peatwhisker and especially Crouchwhisker and Tallbite, the only of the siblings to make it to elderhood together. The littermates other mother is quite special to me too, Slightflood, daughter of founding clan members, Waspholly and Rockstar. Back to Primstalk, they were made deputy quite young due to a lack of qualified cats in the early days of the clan. Their ambition and good fighting skills took them far. They chose Swanheart as a mate, a formerly abandoned kitty pet kit who had been left with the clan. He was always on the nervous side but was a talented hunter. I was concerned and pretty sad when Swanheart died after only having a single kit with his beloved mate. That kit is Jetshadow. Primstalk followed their mate to starclan but not before a fair bit of trauma, including a scar from an otter and nearly drowning in a river. They died in a battle against Roseclan, that same battle killed Bramblebee as well.

Jetshadow stole my heart right away. Dark fur with blue eyes is a lovely combo and I love the pretty berries she wears. Jetshadow is a calm headed warrior, and a great teacher to their former apprentice ferretbloom. She survived a wicked fight with a dog, earning scars and losing a leg in the battle. Her mate Ospreysky was a medicine cat, a good one at that and very loving. It’s tradition among my clans to make ginger cats med cats, and Ospreysky was no execption, especially when sickness raged through Morningclan, requiring more medicine cats to be trained. They were trained by Jetshadow’s relative Tallbite. Jet and Osprey had several kits together, their first litter is very close to my heart, Cedarwhisper and the late Mottlepelt. Cedarwhsiper is the spitting image of her parent, right down to the odd eyes. She is also a med cat trained by Tallbite, but not originally. She her first trained as a warrior, as evident by the scar she got from a twoleg trap during a patrol. The bold young cat is a great healer and never regrets changing her path to help her clan when they needed her most. The loss of her littermate, Mottlepelt was a tough time for her and her family. He was a strict cat and a great speaker. He suffered much before dying alongside many clanmates. He was ordered by Burdockstar to fend off a badger which caused him to lost his tail and he also lost a paw in a twoleg trap just like Jetshadow. The pair have younger siblings too, Brookheart, who was the resembled grandparent Swanheart, Antlerpelt who looked like Jetshadow, gingers Fadedfur and Fadedfoot and pale pelted Heronhollow, the black, or rather, white sheep of the family. After Jetshadow lost her mate, she took another, pretty calico Branchjaw. They have had one litter together so far, Burdockpaw, Frostpaw and Icypaw, who have just turned 6 moons old and started their warrior training. I’ll be keeping a close eye on Icypaw who takes after Jetshadow, the only surviving family member who does.

Heronhollow is the bloodline that grabbed my attention though, but not because of her, but rather her mate. But lets talk about her before we get into that. Heron is playful and smart, bringing light to the days of sorrow and loss. Thanks to the influence of her former mentor, Aurorafur, she learned how to be a fine warrior and become a lot more outgoing. Her mate is Buckspots. This cat didn’t stand out to me at first, aside from being Warmcreek’s daughter who was from a set of triplets I loved. But then Buckspots was ambushed by a wolverine, killing her instantly. Or so I thought. When I looked through Morningclan’s ranks, thERE SHE WAS. Long live the immortal Buckspots who said no to starclan. I’m sure her patrol mates were very confused to come home to find Buckspots just chilling after they witnessed such a brutal attack on her. Anyways haha, Buckspots is a wise cat in spite of her young age... and knack for walking into trouble. And a good fighter, escaping the jaws of death without so much as a scar to show for it. Her and Heronhollow have two litters of kits so far, twins Blossomspeckle and Ferretbloom who take after Warmcreek and his matching siblings, and newborn kits, Seedkit and Birchkit, who I hope grow up to continue this family line I love so much.

[daletraita]

Scopri il testo della canzone “Swanheart” di Nightwish

[wabastian]

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[ratasum]

The immediate follow-up of the big Feral Leyya boss fight. That's two young women who are going to go, bloody and furious and exhausted, to beat the shit out of Eparch. Part of our rewrite shenaniganery.

Featuring @wall-legion's Odetta Swanheart.

Leyya is trans and uses she/her pronouns.

[athena-xox]

I feel like all of these are rly underrated pairings

[royalrebelpropaganda]

Lizzie x Duchess for the ship asks plz, also happy belated Valentine's Day! -@ldthegreen

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godddd… people try to forget about the love triangle but I am OBSESSED with it. duchess getting crazy spitting mad about daring only liking lizzie while lizzie genuinely really really likes duchess and just wants to forget about that dumb fucking man and duchess not being able to process her own feelings and using daring as a conduit!!!! AURGH!!!!!!! they both don’t feel comfortable in their destiny and they cope in different ways and duchess can’t stand her but yet only hangs out with her and. in 20 years they will still be living together and waging actual war over who’s turn it is to take out the trash. maybe then will I finally let them kiss. that being said have you READ next top villain lizzie was head over heels for that girl and they could be so so so adorable if duchess would just develop some emotional competency…. sighs

happy valentine’s day!

[wall-legion]

Endless Forms Most Beautiful

Author’s Note: so I was talking on Discord with some folks about an idea with one of my characters for a story idea based on the film A Monster in Paris/Un Monstre a Paris. So if you’re familiar with that, you’ll probably figure out some of the story beats. Onward!

It all started because she was in need of more fragrance for a new batch of soap. It had been a few months since Odetta had started her little soap shop in Lion’s Arch, and it had been surprisingly popular- at least, to her. She had fully expected to sell every so often to Rissia and Vezz, and maybe to someone who wandered in by accident. But somehow people had found her and she had a small, but steady customer base. She was pleasantly surprised, as well as a little startled, every day. But today she was out of the rose oil she used for one of her soaps, so she pinned a note to the door saying she would be opening later than usual due to needing to run an errand, locked the door, and turned towards the Lion’s Arch marketplace while lifting the hood of her cloak over her carefully braided hair. The sky was completely obscured with heavy and dark grey clouds that threatened the idea of rain at any moment, and the last thing she wanted was to be cold and wet because her hair was soaked. In spite of the weather, the markets were as busy as they normally were at this time of day: the fishing boats had just returned to the docks from their first trips of the day and unloaded their catches at the fishmongers, so the air smelled briny from the fresh seaweed that the fish were being unpacked from. That, however, did not hold her attention for long. At the other end of the stalls, there was what appeared to be a norn moving jerkily between stalls. The way that they were moving looked as though they were about to have some sort of medical emergency, so Odetta hurried over to see if she could assist them in any sort of way since it looked as though everyone else was either ignoring or avoiding them. The closer she drew, the more she realized that something was not quite right. For starters, this person was wearing far too many clothes for this time of year: from what she could see they had a scarf wrapped around their face, multiple shirts on under a long jacket, and long pants that hung away from their legs. She wondered what they were trying to hide. Were they stealing goods from the market sellers? She kept trailing them, her errand forgotten, finally following them into an alley where they turned around and stopped to look squarely at her. “Why are you following me?” they hissed, still moving jerkily as they spoke. “I...” She thought about fibbing for a moment, and then decided against it. “You looked like you were in trouble. From the way you were moving, I mean. You’re- you seem like you’re having some difficulties. I know some people who know healing magic, if you want me to take you to them they could look at you-” “NO!” She took a step back at being shouted at- and surprisingly, they took a step back as well. “No. No one sees us- me. Me. No one looks at me.” What is going on with you? Who talks about themself that way, like they don’t know who they even are? Odetta wondered internally, steeling herself as she ventured in closer again. “Well... maybe you would at least like to come back to my shop to sit for a while?” She paused to smile before continuing. “After all, it does look like it might rain soon.” The person looked down at the ground for a long moment. “...that... would be good, I think. We- I can do that.” “Very well. Wait here a moment, I need to pick up something first and then I’ll take you there.” “...this isn’t a trick?” Odetta alternately felt her heart break for this person and a little prickle of rage light up at whoever had played such an awful, horrible prank on them in their past. “Not at all.” She unhooked her cloak and pressed it into their hands. “Here. So you know I’ll come back. Okay?” They looked down at the cloak in their hands, then slowly their gaze lifted back up to meet hers. They were garnet red, with no sclera to speak of, only a perfectly black pupil interrupting the sea of red in each eye. “Okay,” they whispered. “Good. See you in a moment.” Odetta hurried out of the alleyway, trying to ignore her racing heart. Whatever was in that alleyway wasn’t human or the norn that she’d first assumed them to be, that much was certain. She’d heard rumors of vampires recently, but those had to be silly stories. She made her way back to the stalls and to the person she bought her fragrances from, only to find out that they were closed for the day because their child was sick and they were needed at home. She asked the woman who ran the stall next to them if they would send a bird to her the next time they were able to open up, so she would know when to come back down for the oil she needed, and started back for the alley. It had just started to rain as she got back, and she was grateful to be handed her cloak back so she could put it back on as the rain began falling harder. Thankfully this made the walk back to her shop uneventful for them, as no one wanted to be out in the downburst, so they could hurry along the streets of Lion’s Arch uninterrupted. She unlocked the door to her shop and let the stranger in, taking down her now sodden note before letting herself inside and locking the door again. She took her cloak off and hung it up so it could dry out, before turning to look at this person taking in her shop. “It smells nice in here,” they said after a moment. “Thank you,” Odetta replied. “Don’t... would you like to take off your wet things?” Their hands twitched visibly at that. “I... you have been so kind. We- I don’t want to scare you.” “You won’t scare me,” she said, hoping that she wasn’t preemptively lying. “I only want to help.” They sighed at that, reaching up to start unwinding the scarf. “...we may need help because we forced our way into many of these clothes to try and hide among normal people. We haven’t taken them off in a very long time.” “Of course.” Odetta took a deep breath and began helping. It took a while to get them out of everything- they had been hiding their body under layers of clothing for some time, it seemed from just the different styles that she helped pull from their upper body- but finally they were in just their pants. They were a Mordrem. At least, they appeared to be one, but not like one she’d seen in the art that had been sent back from the front when the Pact had gone to take on the jungle dragon. They had the thickened bark that seemed less like skin and more like armor, as well as the horn-like growths at their joints, that she had seen in the depictions of the other corrupted sylvari- but how they differed from the other corrupted sylvari was their extreme height that had made her mistake them at first for a norn, their face was not as severely changed as others had, and perhaps most notably, the extra pair of arms that grew from their shoulders and now hung behind their back. “So that’s why you were hiding your body,” she murmured aloud as she sat back down, trying to not let how overwhelmed she felt show through. “Yes. We are monstrous, even to those who were turned by him.” “I- I’m so sorry. You were saying ‘I’, but now it’s ‘we’? Which do you prefer?” She paused. “And I haven’t even asked your name, I’m such a rude-” “We- I- I lost my name. To him. It’s a very long story. And the ‘I’ and ‘we” thing comes up in that.” She gestured to the other stool behind the counter, next to her. “I think you’ll find I’m very patient.” They ventured a small smile, before moving to sit down. “We- I. I will try to focus and not trip up while I tell this,” they said, before beginning the tale. “I have no memory of who I was before I was blighted the first time. All I know is I was dragged from the pod and his voice was in my mind, calling me to him- Mordremoth. I immediately went, knowing the way like you knew the paths here. He was beautiful to me, overwhelming. Perhaps it is what it would feel like for you to meet one of your gods. He said I had such potential because I could hear him so clearly. He said he wanted to try to do more with me because I was so open to him, and I agreed on the spot. “There was another blighting tree, very close to him. Because of that, it was a place of very strong magic, and magic that was at his whims. Mordremoth wanted to be able to blight us and make us look... well, more draconic. More like him and less like sylvari. I was sealed into the second blighting for... I don’t know how long. All I know is I felt our minds becoming more and more joined together. I don’t know if that was his goal. All I know is when I left the second blighting pod, my thoughts were always joined to his... and the other Mordrem were afraid of what I had become. I stayed by his side, serving his whims and making sure no one came too close to that particular blighting tree as he sought out other worthy Mordrem to put through the second blighting as I had gone through and make into an honor guard, of sorts.” Odetta realized she had been holding her breath, and softly exhaled. “Then what?” “Soon after that, the commander killed him. With his passing my mind dissolved completely into shambles. I... I do not know what I did for quite some time. I found myself near Rata Sum, but they were afraid of me, so I fled. I wandered near the Shiverpeaks, but the cold hurt me so deeply that I left as soon as I could. I heard someone on the road say ‘everyone who doesn’t have a home comes home to Lion’s Arch’, so... I came here.” They shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant as they continued. “I do not know if this is home. I do not know if I will ever have a home again. Perhaps I am too changed to know a home in this world anymore.” “Don’t say that,” Odetta blurted. “You’re still alive, I mean. As long as you’re alive, there’s hope, right?” “I cannot say.” They looked towards the window next to the door, watching the rain outside. It had picked up since they had come into the shop and was now pouring out. Odetta studied their expression as they watched the rain come down: they looked so sad and lost, in spite of how physically intimidating they appeared at first glance. “Can I suggest something?” They looked back at her, but they didn’t say anything, so she soldiered on. “You don’t remember anything from before the first blighting, and that includes your name... maybe it would help you feel like you had a future here in a world after Mordremoth if you chose a new name for yourself.” They were quiet for a long moment, looking thoughtfully at her. “That is... not a bad idea. We- I think it might help.” “Does anything feel like a good name?” They looked back outside again, frowning a little. “...Sheridan.” They didn’t look back at her as they spoke, and their voice shook slightly as they continued. “It echoes in my heart everyday. I do not know who he or she may be, though. It might even be a memory from him that was left behind after his death.” She reached over to pat his hand. “Sheridan can be your name if it feels right,” she said softly. “And if you find something else that feels better, then you can change it to that instead.” They sighed raggedly, looking at her. “We... like that. I like that.” “Then you’re Sheridan. And if you want to stay with me, that’s fine. I have space enough for someone else to live with me, after all.” They looked startled at that, so surprisingly so that Odetta almost started giggling at how earnest they were. “Are... you sure?” “Of course I’m sure! Why would I offer if I wasn’t sure?” They looked down at the floor for a moment, before sitting up and looking at Odetta. “Yes. Of course. We- I would like that. Let’s do it.” “Good. Then it’s settled. Let’s get all these clothes picked up and pick out one shirt for you to...” She trailed off, looking up at the extra arms on his shoulders that were currently stretching as he was standing up. “Let’s pick out a shirt for me to try and fix for you, so you have sleeves for all your arms.” He crouched down, sorting through the garments for one of the shirts that was in better shape, and reached up to hand it to her. “Here. And thank you.” “You’re welcome. Now here, let’s get the spare room set up for you.” *** Dear Vezz and Rissia, Hi everyone, since I know you’ll read this to the twins! I know I haven’t been out to visit, and I haven’t written in a while, so I figured I should take a few minutes to explain what’s been keeping me so busy. I sort of adopted a Mordrem I made a new friend who was a Mordrem but is recovering now. Their name is Sheridan, and since I had that empty room in the house I’ve been renting for the soap shop I had them move in with me as a roommate. They’ve even been helping out in the soap shop since they settled in! It’s really nice to have someone else around so I can actually take breaks, and they’re a fast learner. Plus they have extra extra hands so They’ve already figured out the basic soap recipe, so they’re the one working in the back to make more soap while I work up front with customers. They’re still a little shy, though, so I don’t think they’ll be ready for me to have you visit just yet. I’ll probably talk to them about me taking a day to come out and see you in Applenook, and if they’re comfortable with the idea of running the front yet or if they’d like me to close the shop yet. (That was a terrible run-on sentence: if Rissia is reading this, I’m sorry that you had to power through that.) I’ll let you know as soon as we decided what the plan is! Miss you lots, Odetta

[fitzrove]

Top 5 nightwish lyrics!!

!!! Ahh as a teenager I used to have a notebook where I would write down all my favourites 😁😁 But if I think of some just now...

5. From Sagan: "Entering the unknown / Sending all the poets to the stars / Daring to see beyond the manmade / Woe to you who evade the horizon".

It was my favourite song from EFMB (2015) when the album came out and I was so sad that it was just a deluxe extra thing sjkfkdk. But then I was SO happy when I learned they made a band shirt out of this song (with the text "woe to all who stop at the horizon") because it means the song didn't go underappreciated by fans!! And I also bought the shirt and it's my favourite band shirt >:]

4. "Angels, they fell first but I'm still here" from End of All Hope. I know it's meant to be depressing and like noo I'm in so much pain, but especially with the musical vibe of the song, I always thought it was a super inspirational lyric. Like, you don't have to be a perfect angel as long as you survive and get through whatever struggles you're facing in your life 🥺😌

3. From The Escapist: "Journey, homeward bound / The sound of a dolphin calling". It's so evocative in such a brief time!!!

2. There's too many lines to pick from in Storytime... but maybe my favourites would be

"A painter on the shore / Imagined all the world Within a snowflake on his palm / Unframed by poetry / A canvas of awe / Planet Earth falling back into the stars"

1. All of Stargazers - it's so dorkily epic... If I have to narrow it down it's probably the opening verse (A grand oasis in the vastness of gloom / Child of dew-spangled cobweb, Mother to the Moon / Constellations beholders of the 3rd vagrant / Theater for the play of life). I saw them play it live at multiple gigs I went to in the late 2010s (not a given since this is from Oceanborn, an album that came out in 1998) and Floor sang it so well and I was so happy :']

[phantom-voices]

Tarja performing 'Swanheart' by Nightwish. This is from her 'Beauty & the Beat' bluray/DVD. You can purchase a copy here:

[dollunicornfairymermaid]

Goodbye funny snowman

🌨️☃️❄️🤍🧊☃️

[wall-legion]

[record scratch]

Yup that's me Odetta.

So that picture of Lucretia? Was photobombed by a divebombing...I think Odetta? Not sure, there for the hud-hidden screenshot and gone on the next! Kinda like how I kept missing any shots of @i-mybrunettelady's Alysannyra! (I have like. Two shots of her. And none of them are front facing with hud-hidden.)

[sectumsempraxz]

Yes I'm listening to Nightwish old albums while I think about Crowley alone crying over Aziraphale

[daletraita]

Testo della canzone “Swanheart” di Nightwish

[the-hawthorns-ocs]

Vice Mothheart!

Sad soggy cat with a cool eyepatch

Character Bio:

Kinship: The Hawthorns

Gay; Tom; he/him

Age: (3 cycles, 4 moons; ~29 Hyrs)

Voice Headcanon: (haven't found an actual voice yet) maybe, Lonely! Martin Blackwood- TMA, but if he wasn't British

Title meaning: -heart =  A kind hearted cat; and empathetic cat; this cat stands tall and is prideful of their role in their Kinship; a cat who is not afraid to speak out about what they believe in.

Role: Vice

Previous Role: Keeper

Mother: Pinefang

Father: Ospreycry

Other notable kin: Heir Night (nephew)

Extra Notes: He was originally named Swanheart, but I changed it to Moth to better fit the setting (there are no swans where he lives!) He is now named after the Vestal Tiger-Moth!

Also his name symbolizes how "he is a moth caught in a spider's web"

Character Summary:

Vice Mothheart is Monarch Spiderweb's litter mate but despite this, they are very different cats. Moth is an empathetic cat, he's soft spoken and often quite meek. Though when he was younger he was more likely to stand up for himself and be more brave.

Moth was the weaker and smaller of the litter and Spider was their mother's obvious favorite. Despite this he and Spider used to be close, though looking back on it Moth cant tell if Spider ever actually cared about him, or just liked having him around for her own gain and ego. Moth likes to believe that she did care about him, and he wants to believe somewhere deep down she still does, it would help him feel a bit better about the fact that despite everything, he still cares about her.

Spider and Moth's relationship started going down hill when Spider began training with the Dark Maw. Moth didn't know what was going on, but he could see she was changing and becoming worse, and she was pulling away from him.

Moth realized Spider's true cruelty, and the lengths she would go to have control when as adults, Moth fought Spider on a decision. Spider, enraged by Moth daring to disagree and stand up to her, decided to get vengeance and establish power over him. She tricked him into going out in the forest alone to an area that had recently been inhabited by a fox (which Moth did not know).

Moth was attacked by the fox and nearly killed, he lost sight in one of his eyes and received several other scars. He has only survived, because Spider sent a patrol to save him right before things went /too/ far. Ever since this, Moth has been absolutely terrified of Spider, he knew that if he ever stood up to her she would not hesitate to do worse.

Moth will now do anything Spider says, and stays quiet about anything she does. This is why Spider chose him as her Vice. Moth knows he is a selfish and weak cat for choosing to do nothing all to save his hide, but he feels like all his bravery left the day of that fox attack.

PS. I love this man, i love complicated characters, who are good or bad depending on interpretation... like my boy has sat by as his sister murdered people but also hes traumatized and i feel bad for him </3