#last unicorn au

[aetherdecember]

“It’s you.” | Arthur and Merlin | Gen | 135 Words | Last Unicorn AU

@merlinmicrofic

“Let the quest end here then.” Merlin spoke, almost lightly, though his face held only burdens. “Marry the prince and live happily ever after.”

“Yes,” the unicorn turned young woman answered. “That is my wish.”

But in the same moment Arthur said, “No.”

He put his hands out to her, and drew a step closer. She did not shy from him, instead taking the offered hands and holding his gaze until it was Arthur who looked away.

His gaze found Merlin’s, stern and knowing. “It’s you who knew better than I that the quest cannot end here. I’m a hero, nothing more. It’s only a trade, but heroes know about the order of things. Quests cannot simply be abandoned. Prophecies cannot be left unfulfilled. And happy endings cannot come in the middle of the story.”

[box-architecture]

At some point I wrote a Last Unicorn Dream AU with Roman, but was never able to finish. I wanted to make the King who had trapped all the unicorns in the ocean into Sam, and the Red Bull is instead his Creeper form that he turns into.

Sam has trapped the unicorns into the paintings/murals, where they hide among the acrylic foliage and brush strokes of the canvases. He's assumed himself as their Warden, "guarding" their innocence from the dangers of man's mortal realm. His Creeper form is a huge dogcat creature that has Claws and Fangs, and is very dangerous. He assumes a human form most of the time though, and only has features that are vaguely familiar to the Creeper form if you're looking.

I wanted to have Dream, now transformed into a human, with his entourage, find the castle/prison, and stay there overnight claiming needing a safe haven. Sam is very taken with Dream, even if Dreams existence is clouded by a depressed air from not being able to be in his true form.

In the night, they sneak around and spot the unicorns trying to hide in the paintings, and go through a puzzle to find the original canvas that transports one from the real world to the paintings in the mural.

Sam discovers them, and demands they leave, trident in hand, but Dream runs through the canvas, and Sam rushes after him, revealing both their true forms when the mural magic portrays them as who they are in their hearts.

Sam doesn't want to fight Dream, but Dream very much wants to fight him, and is able to cow the puppycat into submitting. The unicorns see one of their own defeat their jailer, and surge out of the murals and paintings in droves, through the canvas and out into the rising dawn.

Sam looks very sad and pathetic and lays there, upset that the most wonderful things in the world are now Outside and Not Safe From The Evils. Dream has a meaningful conversation about how you cannot hide away the innocent, and some other stuff that's very metaphorical but I don't have it in me right now.

The point is: Unicorns are now back in the world. Everyone is free to go home, and Dream takes his found family to their forest.

However, Sam, now staying in his big cat form, is following gingerly at a distance.

SNF go "pspsps, Dream. That creature is following us."

Dream doesn't even look back as he walks. "I know."

"We're just going to let him follow us home????"

"Yep."

And it takes a few weeks of settling into their home, but Sam slowly shuffles closer and closer into their little circle of territory, until he is Very Carefully scooting into Dreams side, eyes darting up repeatedly to make sure Dream isn't going to turn and get mad at him. Dream pretends not to notice as Sam presses their flanks together, and only flips his tail to curl around Sam's leg when Sam begins to purr

Sam had been Very Bad you see, trapping all the unicorns in the world. But!!!! But Dream. Dream is nice. And also a unicorn. So maybe a Sam can repent for his sins by protecting Dream. And also cuddle him. Very sound Sam logic.

Dream is as amoral as the Unicorn from the movie and doesn't really care about that. He just sees Sad Lonely Immortal Cat Creature and thinks 'Mine Now.'

Also I don't have any feasible explanation for what Sam is and why he can turn into a Person. Maybe he was a lonely puppycat who used a magical crown to become human, but he never lost his immortality, and so he once had a small kingdom that is decrepit now, the king outliving his subjects

The unicorns are the only companions he could have, that would live as long as him. But now he has New Friends, and they're immortal! And he can be his true self without need of the magic crown.

.... also if you want to be horny about it puppycat Sam absolutely fucks his Unicorn. Does what he thinks is a proper courting, playfights and rolls around in the meadow with Dream, until his brain gets goofy-horny and he is allowed to mount Dream.

(Sam going insane about getting his treasure filthy, filling him up and knotting him so nothing escapes. Dream needs to be bred properly, pinned with claws and neck caught in his jaw (but gently ! Safely) so his prey can't escape.

He had to earn it first, of course. Dream is proud and beautiful as all unicorns are, and Sam must be Very Good to earn his attentions.

This is all in Sam's head for the most part. While Dream is very pleased and wanted to be courted because Being Valued and Respected Is Nice, he had already considered Sam to be his, will fuck him and sprawl on top of him and only feels truly satisfied when Sam is beside him. Sam will be very surprised when Dream one day turns Sam over to nuzzle his fur before fucking him silly.

Also I just have a cute imagery of Sam trying desperately not to rut like a silly boy before he even gets inside Dream. Sam is just so desperate. He ruts because he can't help it, whimpering. maybe a little frustrated with himself. whining and panting when he finally gets his cock inside Dream.

He just needs it so badly, and his treasure is making soft noises of pleasure beneath him. He wants to breed Dream full of cum!!! He was Dream to limp and whimper and for it to leak out of him!!! He wants to knot him so if it starts leaking out of Dream, Sam will know it's because he stuffed him full.

Sam feeling the cum leak, and Dream making a show of trying to drag himself out from under Sam because he can't take more, its too much, he can't take it

(Being inside Dream is Relief and Heavenly and Being Granted A Privilege, An Honor. He's Just A Little Puppycat You See, a puppy who needs his fill, and all the unicorns in the world couldn't draw him in like Dream did. Dream Was Special. Dream was obviously sent to save Sam.

Dream was meant to find Sam and Save Him Free Him Take Him Home. Dream was made to be with Sam. Dream was meant to be pure, except when he was meant to be dirtied by Sam's touch, Owned And Changed. And obviously Dream will soak in the river with Sam and will go back to being pure and beautiful. But Then Next Week Sam Will Have Him Again, and Sam now has finally managed to "trap" a unicorn for good. because Dream loves him. So really Sam was actually right to do this all along-

and now he gets cuddles and kisses and gets to have his cock in Dream and gets to Zoom in a forest instead of having to pretend to be human in a castle. Truly, life is good for a Sam)

[book-keeper]

A puzzleshipping The Last Unicorn AU? In 2024?? More likely than you think!

Rated: T

In a time of princes and princesses, witches and wizards, creatures and cryptids, Prince Atem has noticed that most of the mythical beasts of his kingdom have been caught by the formidable White Dragon.

Perhaps he find the answer to their final whereabouts with the help of three new friends: a magician, a cook, and someone too beautiful and brilliant for the prince to ignore.

[jam-packed]

hiiii no one asked but pt 1 of a billion to my last unicorn au where marc is not a unicorn it will be marcnaia but not u gotta be patient im sry. anyways intro ily

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Casey sighs as he and Enea step carefully through the loose, winding path the forest grants them. They had been looking for a viable lake to fish at for a while, and despite the beauty of the greenwood that surrounded them, Casey knew this was not the place for them. It is far too quiet for comfort, Casey thinks, far too peaceful for him to truly enjoy—he is quite a modern man, as he considers. The trees stand tall and foreboding but plentiful and lush; the ground without leaves or brambles—not a prickle of snow has seen the ample soil beneath them—each blade of grass stands just tall enough to tickle the hairs on Enea’s naked ankles; each critter and creature they saw met them with curiosity and childlike wonder but leaving enough distance where Casey would not have to prevent Enea from taking something home; the birds sing sweet melodies into their ears, each note seeming to lead them closer and closer to where they would like to be; and Casey gets the lucky remnants of delicate and decadent speckled fur in the corners of his eyes—bright specks flitting in his vision to-and-fro.

Casey puts his hand on Enea’s shoulder, forcing his attention from the beauty enveloping them. “We must look elsewhere, Enea. This is no place for us.”

“What do you mean?” Enea’s eyes sparkle as he asks, mesmerized by the twisting leaves in the reaching branches above them, shining sparse but angelic light onto the two—kissing each curl on Enea’s head and spinning them to gold.

“There is magic here, my friend, learned slight by those that dwell in the cerval’s forest.”

“Cerval?”

“You are too young to have seen one, Enea, for the one here is lone in this world.” Casey declares, looking into the deep brush of the forest, where two bewildering moon-slit eyes follow him intently; he knows better than to stay here now. “We must think better than to fish here, lest we remove the world of any more magic.”

“Tell me of it, since I have not seen one—not heard of one,” Enea pleads with shining eyes, his boyish charm much more apparent now than even when they first met those fair months ago, in a small pub far from where the sun sets on them now. “Tell me, Casey.”

Casey hums, feeling tiny, near minuscule ants crawl up his calf with no care, and he grants them such privilege. “My great-grandmother—maybe even great-great-grandmother—told my mother, who told me, of her meetings with one. It came to her, rather than her to it—as most seem to do—and–”

“Did she capture it?” Enea’s voice trembles slightly.

“Of course not, dearest Enea. She simply sat near it, with the barest of a smile upon her lips to perhaps bring it close to her, and it did. It laid its head in her lap and licked the small sprouts of blood that flourished from her hands, healing the cuts that may have wounded her. Then it fell asleep, bringing her along with it—she only woke when she found it had gone, leaving her clothes barren of blemishes and bruises.”

“What did it look like?”

A smile floats onto Casey’s face. “Its eyes reflect the moon, and its fur is as soft as a well-loved cat’s.”

“Where did they all go, my love?”

Casey shrugs, his face flaring from the title Enea bestows him with. “Things change. There are things greater than us that haunt the Earth—it is no place for grand creatures such as he.”

There is a pregnant pause from Enea, bare of his usual thoughts and questions and mistakes in his speech that Casey finds ever so endearing. He looks around the forest for what they both come to know will be their last, the floral air kissing him sweetly. “Yes,” Enea says, determination set on his brow. He adjusts the rod and bag that lay upon his back, taking deep steps into the forest floor as if running towards the outer world beyond them. “Yes, let us fish someplace else.”

They reach the forest’s edge quickly—the blinding eyes following each move with careful precision—and Casey turns towards the poor creature, knowing its presence despite his decided lack of vision about it. He frowns as his voice cracks on his tongue, teeth clicking together reluctantly with each word.

“Do not leave here, dear wolf, for the world out here will ensure your end; keep in your forest, keep it lush and bright, with each creature protected by your grand stead—for no other can do as you do, for you are the last.” Casey can feel his eyes fill with salt and glistening pity. “I wish you luck, my friend; beware of men and girls that will only become bitter, old, and silly.”

The two take their leave, their packs full of nets, rods, bait, and gear gone along with them, and the cerval wolf’s gaze falls from them with a slow, dreary sadness. “Is it true?” He asks the forest he habits, his voice hoarse and crackling from disuse—it would frighten him if he allowed himself fear. “Am I really all that is left?”

He does not prance like the deer that follow his horrified sprint. He throws himself to the ground, twisting and crying in the dirt and gravel, biting at his tail and bowed legs for some poor sense of comfort. 

“How selfish they all are!” He growls through his mournful yelps. “My brother, my beloved brother! How could I live if he has left me, too?” The sprawling roots and sagging blades of grass hug at the poor creature’s shivering and solitary bod. The cerval drags itself up to lay by the river bed, its water akin to a mirror—clear and unwaning—if the pitiful beast had ever seen the latter to compare the two. He weeps once more, his tears mixing deep into the minute waves that come from the small waterfall nearby. He takes a drink, kissing the surface of the water with his speckled fur and padded nose, only to replenish himself of the tears he lost so he may start anew.

The heavens fall to darkness, the only light coming from the moon and stars shining through the trees’ fair leaves and branches overhead, and the heart-rending wolf has stayed in its tragic state for—to him—what felt like days. “Maybe,” he thinks out loud to the fish beneath the quivering ripples of the river beside him, “maybe I am to leave this place. What do men know? I could find them with ease, with pride. I am a great beast like no other; men tremble before me, and thunder calls my name—it would be with great ease, yes.” He swats at the brown trout taunting him from below, catching one by pulling it to the edge—where the water and soil meet in hopeful embrace—lifting it with his claws and peering at the poor thing with deep, bright, curious eyes. “Or maybe I should stay,” he concedes, pushing the rather dull trout back into the glistening waters. “I cannot really leave.” He stands to walk the river’s stream. “If I am truly the only one, I cannot leave for selfish reasons as they all have.”

He laughs to himself, “The forest will make fun, they will make me cry on return, and I will never leave again.”

“Yes,” he decides. “I will not leave. There is no possibility for it.”

[ellalba]

“There are no happy endings, because nothing ever ends”

- Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn    

@kyluxcryptidfest is again reminding me that I am too ambitious and tend to overestimate my abilities XD. Anyway this is for Day one promt: “I choose to believe” as a Last Unicorn AU (If you haven’t watched it it’s magical and free on youtube)

Also uploading the WIPs for the AU that I’ll hopefully finish by tomorrow but who knows!

[bluiex]

Last Unicorn time Since we love hybrids around here, Scar's spell manages to make him a unicorn faun instead of full human. Which sure would cause some issues in the story but we can change all that to work out So he keeps his magic and stuff but still half human now -Fern Anon

!!!YES a perfect solution >:3c It'll take Gri some time to get use to it, but he isn't all that upset

[piosplayhouse]

"Oh dear," the unicorn thought. "I must've really mucked up the story beyond compare! The Red Bull Luo Binghe is protecting the last unicorn scum?! Unconscionable! He should have driven me off the cliff by now!!"

[turtleblogatlast]

Imagine little Leo having trouble sleeping so he ends up watching tv and movies with Splinter to pass the time. Splinter often just passes out in his chair, but Leo likes the company anyway.

One day, Leo’s rifling through the movies his dad brought back for them (usually 70s and 80s stuff - Splinter has a bias) and he gasps.

Leo runs over to Splinter and holds up a copy of The Last Unicorn, begging that they watch it that night.

Splinter remembers absolutely nothing about the movie, but hey it’s got a unicorn and it’s animated so it’s gotta be fine, right? So he turns the movie on and passes out near immediately.

He’s woken up roughly an hour and a half later by Leo climbing up onto his chair and sobbing hysterically into his chest.

The movie is now one of Leo’s favorites.

[sincerely-sofie]

What if the lamb and narinder swapped places?

BEHOLD: Narilamb but make it vaguely Wind Waker / Ponyo and even more tragic.

[sunnslinger]

ROMEO, AGAIN. [Feeding my addiction before I get little time to draw for a good while 'cause classes are starting again.] - I got around to doing a finalized version of his mortal design! Yay! He gets to keep the equine features, I like them too much + it's a canon thing in my AU where ex-admins still aren't 'human'. Compared to Xara, whose features are more subtle, Romeo's mortal form isn't, and it makes integration back into society much harder. More things are to be said, but not right now, I'm just gonna say right here that Romeo's not living by himself, but he is living it pretty damn sad as he should be HAHA ----------------------------------------------------- On a brighter note, I can finally move onto Fred or Xara's design process after this, and then start drawing stuff with all of them! Not sure who I'll start on first, but I'm excited for both regardless! I'm really hoping I can get far into this AU of mine because I love it so, so much. It doesn't deviate far from canon, but moreso adds more depth to the world and characters......and bears a lot of references to mods that I fancy (nothing super crazy, like nothing that completely breaks vanilla/"realistic" aspects of the world!) I've been calling it the "MCSM modded AU" for a while and haven't found a better name yet. Thank you guys for all the support and notes I've gotten so far!

also, did you know I live in north america? I don't live in a different time zone from it, my sleep schedule is just that abysmal because I can't draw during the day...my activity may drop once the semester begins :)

[twiafom]

you have let your doom in by the front door king pitch!!

the losers and i were talking about our childhood favs that we remain obsessed with and i realized i haven't hijackified tlu with art yet (only a drabble a few years ago) so i'm correcting that now

[aetherdecember]

Rooftop | Arthur and Merlin | Gen | 302 Words | Last Unicorn AU

@merlinmicrofic

As thaw returns the ground to life, so time returned to Merlin. Had he thought to look, he might have glimpsed it, wondered at how his nose sniffled from pollen in spring, or felt the touch of the first new wrinkles finally leaving their mark, but it wasn’t until he was on a rooftop dwarfed by the stars, lost in his own thoughts, that he realized it. His mortality had returned.

It was funny, looking back on their quest, it seemed a dream. His memory of the unicorn felt so wane and distant, and yet crystal clear. He could better recall Gwen’s warm smile, or Arthur’s noble look.

From behind, a step disturbed his silence. As if summoned, Arthur spoke, “I had wished I would find you again.”

Startled, the stars whirled away, tilting the world until it recentered on Arthur. Dryness stole Merlin’s steadiness of voice. “Camelot flourishes. All the world sings praise of her king.” From the shadows of memory, a dimmed young lady waited, eyes luminous only for her prince, no longer brilliant with the newness bestowed to her.

Arthur shrugged. “It matters not.” Sitting next to Merlin, he looked up at the stars but his voice murmured only to Merlin’s ears. “Not when there’s only loneliness.”

The warmth of his closeness burned Merlin’s side. “You’ll come to like it.” The unicorn’s horn ghosted across Arthur’s lips like a first kiss.

But Arthur shook his head. Eyes lowering, he glanced at Merlin sidelong. “I said once before I’d rather not be king; that I’d rather go with you.”

The unicorn’s echo looked at him, then melted away.

“I’d still like to go with you, if you’ll have me.”

Merlin chuckled, soul loosening as old regrets faded away. “Pity. And here I was about to seek employment from Camelot’s king.”

[neralisarts]

Out of posting nothing on here. Me and Friends watching the last unicorn. Friend told me: unicorn and Red Bull but it’s Sukuna and Gojo So I did.. and I fought with gojos horse legs

[achimastar]

Also smiling critters food for you guys

Reworked slumber corn

[francy-sketches]

asoiaf mlp au where jaime gets his cutie mark right after killing aerys

[ellalba]

@kyluxcryptidfest , Day 1: “I want to Believe”. AKA Last Unicorn AU!

Hopefully I get to finish/colour these by tomorrow, but that’s what I thought of the previous one XD.

Kylo as the Unicorn, Hux as Prince Lear, Poe as Captain Cully, Finn as Molly Grue and Rey as Shmendrick.

Honestly love that movie so much!