#swan squaks

[swan-swanno]

would yall be mad at me for going on a constant ping pong interest switch because (holds these fucking robots) (HOLDS AUTO WITH FORCE) look at my little creatures im not okay

[illustrationist-of-the-stars]

To add onto Acheron!Yuu, Lilia's signature spell, Far Cry Cradle, can let him replay the memories attached to an object, so he could have been able to have Yuu's sword confiscated and brought to Malleus to show him. Silver could also, at some point, be able to go into her dreams and see either her in the past, or the absolutely terrifying prospect of Nihility, like with the Black Swan animation

' A Meeting Behind Walls and Closed Doors '

Feat. Dire Crowley and Lilia Vanrouge (honourable mentions; Malleus Draconia, Sebek Zigvolt and Silver)

Previous posts before this on the Yuu!Acheron AU: Part 1 / Part 2 / ???

[FADE IN.]

In the safe confines of the Headmaster's office does the masked crow allow himself a reprieve and sheds his outside demeanour of eccentricity and lets out a slight shudder,visibly shakened up and then releases a sigh of relief as his shoulders sag down by an invisible weight of responsibilities that come from the past experiences he had to deal with for the past hours or so.

Inevitably, he breaks the careful silence of the office and speaks to no one in particular, "unbelieveable, out of all the possibilities, the other potential cand-"

"Oh dear, you look like you've seen quite the harrowing spectre there, Sir Crowley."

"Ack..?!" Not expecting the sudden uninvited guest and getting cut off from his private musing's, Crowley lets out an undignified squak before trying to swiftly gather back his composure.

"V-vanrouge! Ugh, must you always sneak up on me like that? Just because you're masquerading as an admitted young student here doesn't mean I'm open to your version of a greeting..." The Headmaster spoke with a thinly vieled frustration and experation whilst staring upwards to the upside down bat fae currently on his ceiling.

Lilia in turn only gave an eye roll at that comment, the hypocrisy in it far to evident.

"Oh, please. Not like you don't do the same exact thing with the other children here whenever the opportunity presents itself to you, have you forgotten those explosive pop quizzes of yours with the colourful array of fireworks or is your own age catching up to you already?" The bat fae joked good-naturedly.

"Hah! Ironic coming from you of all people...now- wait, what are you doing here?" Dire Crowley said, realizing a bit too late of the incredulity of this situation he was unceremoniously thrust upon in.

"The ceremony just ended today and as the Vice Housewarden aren't you supposed to be helping the new first years settle in along with housewarden? Don't tell me you just finished and decided to pop in here for no good reason but to just bother me, I've unfortunately have no energy to entertain your whims right now. I have enough troubles to worry about as it is..." The masked crow said with slight exagerated tone in his voice.

"My, you certainly do have your hands full with these new batch of first-years this year, my sincere condolences....especially with how your going to handle that certain...young beastie that came in late and gave the mirror chamber there quite a disasterous dent to both it's walls and to your future financial saving's moving forward." Lilia gestured to the office's walls as if to bring forth the reminder of the previous fiasco when it happened just mere hours before they were having this unprompted meeting.

Crowley only squinted his yellow pupils from his mask for a mere moment in confusion before perking up in realization at the strange nickname and who it may be refering to, "Young Beastie? Ah wait, do you mean that girl...Miss Acheron was it? Atleast I think thats what she calls herself. Though I could've sworn it was something else..." He said whilst letting a finger tap on his lips in a thought like manner.

"Is that her name? Acheron...no last name?" Lilia inquired more throughly, trying to gather as much as information as possible. For what? That, he doesn't quite know. Yet.

Unfortunately, Dire Crowley only shook his head in an unafarmative 'no' before speaking up again, "none whatsoever. It might be due to foreign differences or other otherworldy reasons that are currently completely incomprehensible to me at this moment in time but if that is the name she wishes to go by then then so be it. It's not like we have any other information about her currently other than her unimaginable strength and abilities she seems to put under careful lock and key now."

"Ahah, otherworldly, you say? I had my suspicions about that during our little skermish together, the magic I felt by just being near her mere presence alone was overwhelmingly volatile and not to mention the aura that encapsulated her blade could've poisoned a mere mortal if they weren't experienced in shielding themself with defensive magic beforehand...it felt utterly wrathful." The ex-general and war veteran started periodically unclenching and clenching his recently healed and bandaged hand that took the brunt of the blade he had to previously stop from striking the Heartslabyul trio, least the ceremony turned up for the worst and became a bloodbath of all things...

He'd rather not witness something like that again, especially in a place like this and where his children are present.

"I have no qualms in disclosing that information since I feel anyone can make the connection with her destructive performance back at the mirror chamber back there so it's not something so unheard of anymore. Though the implications that comes with it is daunting..." The Headmaster told the ex-general with careful consideration.

"Hm, yes it quite is...I- wait a moment, is that I think it is?" Lilia Vanrouge said in suprise and apprehension as he pointed down at the new foreign object at the Headmaster's desk. The memory of it and it's holder is fresh in both of their minds.

Crowley in turn, stops and looks down back down at his desk and his eyes widened in realization at the shethed sword and scabbard.

"Oh, that little thing?I managed to bargain my way into making that young lady relinquish her weapon to me for the mean time since this is a college and a place of learning after all. What sort of backlash and rumours were to sprout if I were to let a young outlander wander around school grounds with a sword of all things?! Oh, the horror!" He spoke with an exageratted tone whilst putting a clawed hand at his cheek to further emphasize hie supposed 'horror' as the bat fae continued staring down the offending weapon before considering doing something that he might need to do for the safety of everyone he holds dear in this world.

Finally gathering his resolve, he looks up to the Headmaster again before speaking up, "...May I have a look at it for a moment? I need to check it for something if you don't mind."

Crowley in turn, if it were visible you'd know he had a raised eyebrow behind that mask of his, at the question before his expression slowly gave a resigned look at what he potentially wanted to do to satisfy his curiousity. "Be my guest. But ah, don't leave any obvious incriminating evidence behind on it, I don't particularly want that young girl to lay her suspicons on me if word got out someone touched her weapon if it's that signifacantly precious to her..."

"Oh, Sir Crowley, do you believe me to be such an amateur in a task as simple as this to leave a mark like that behind?" The bat fae gave out a theaterical gasp before putting a hand on his chest where a heart should be in a mocking gesture of being hurt.

"I'm wounded...Though, I suppose she did hold you at a sword's point momentarily there so I can't fault you for being a bit more on edge than usual..." He couldn't help but chuckle at the Headmaster's expense at the reminder, the question whether he deserves it or not is another debate entirely.

"Amusing, laugh at my pain even more will you? And after all the magnamoious deeds I've done for you lot...but besides that, are you going to cast your Unique Magic on that sword or not? I don't particularly sleep in my own office, mind you."

"Patience, Sir Crowley. A little banter never hurt a soul before has it?" The war veteran asks rhetorically while absent-mindedly running his hands and fingers on the ancient sword, feeling the ridges, patterns and the weight of long unimaginable history it may hold that he will hopefully make sure to find out all of it by the end of this meeting.

Dire Crowley only give a deadpan stare in return, silently urging him to just get on with it already.

"Oh, alright, alright. I suppose we've delayed this far enough...give me a moment, won't you?" Giving one last eye roll at the masked man, he makes brief eye contact with the object in his hands again before closing them to concentrate as he opens up his mouth to begin to recite the incantation of his Unique Magic...

"All is as if it were days long past.

No matter where it takes us,

it will all be over in the blink of an eye.

Far Cry Cradle."

After an immeasurable amount of time has passed, the masked crow decides to break his silence.

"Well?" He asked in an inquiring and slightly impatient tone.

With that helping the bat fae in breaking away from his reverie, his eyes shot open whilst the sharp pupils in his eyes seemed to have shrinked significantly as if just waking up from a long arduos nightmare that none should have witnessed, and yet he did as it is the price of such of the consequence of being a seeker of knowledge of the long past.

Lilia then releases a ragged breath like it was forcibly torn from his throat, the strong grip he had on the sword only thightened and if it weren't for it's unknown almost industructible metal, that sort of strength would've shattered it completely due to his own durability and trained strength.

Another thing to consider and take account of it's otherworldliness.

"This- This is... What was that creature? And the sword?"

"Sir Vanrouge, what ails you now? What did you see?" The Headmaster said in concern, trying to urge the bat fae of what he saw but unsure if he wanted to know himself.

Ignoring his question entirely, Lilia Vanrouge only looked back up at the Headmaster with resolve in his expression as he spoke back at him, "Headmaster Dire Crowley, I hate to say this but this....thing must be confiscated somewhere more secure and in under constant supervision, I must stress this clearly that it can not be given back to that beastie when she can not clearly be fully trusted yet or at all for that matter."

"Vanrouge, what do you mean by this?" The masked crow tried again with asking another question

Fortunately, he decided to spare him and answer it with haste to make his current new intentions clearer, "What I mean, is that this sword must be put in the right hands that can keep it in tight security, this is not a mere plaything for fencing or the likes! It's an artifact that holds incomprehensible power that you and I can't possibly hope to understand nor will achieve with out paying unimaginable consequences! So please, do yourself a service and peace of both of our minds in putting this object in the nearest current hands that can be hoped to atleast make sure it doesn't fall into the wrong hands when I know for sure you will not always be there monitoring to make sure it is.

I know I have made my vow to not meddle in your work and affairs anymore than needed to so long as it doesn't bring potential harm the Briar Valley and it's kingdom after the few attempts in whatever you're trying to achieve in this nonsense project of yours that includes meddling with that mirror but please, just this once, make an exception."

With those words said and now up in the air creating tension as they continued to stare eachother down, they maintained it before inevitably one crow gave in.

"....Very well. You are free to take it back with you to the dorm but if the young lady asks for it back again one day, I urge you to do so regardless of your personal feelings." Crowley spoke with finality, unwilling to move more than necessary from this sudden compromise.

Lilia only gave a grimace at that response, but reluctanly nodded in agreement before bringing the sword to his chest as if already readying himself for his own deperature, " I...can't quite promise that if the little beastie doesn't prove herself that she can be trusted with such a damning artifact...we'll just have to see in the near future but quite honestly, I hope it never comes to do that...the way I see it, the risks far outweigh the benefits it will bring if this sword were to be unsheathed from its scabbard again." The bat fae told to him truthfully as a last minute measure.

As if already knowing he'd get that type of response, he only nodded his head at that before speaking again, "Fine. Now as a student and vice housewarden of Diasmonia, I kindly advise you to go back to your dormhouse swiftly before you start to worry your dormmates now. They can't suddenly have two of their authrotive figures start to be absent wanderers now, can we?" He gave a hand gesture towards the exit as he spoke.

"No, They'd later run around aimlessly like headless chickens if that were to happen. Very well now, thank you for your cooperation on this matter, sir Crowley" He couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the thought. Before taking his leave, he gave one last half-smile to the Headmaster before disappearing entirely back to where he came from.

"It's been my pleasure, Mr Vanrouge. May you and your dormmates have a good prosperous time this year..."

As he finished speaking he couldn't shake the feeling and the involuntarily twitch of his ear at the sound of faint laughter in the air, coming from entirely nowhere but as if it was throughly entertained by the turn of events it was happening right before THEM.

Dire Crowley couldn't help but feel the weight lf his own mask grow heavier and heavier as each second passes as the mocking laughter continues before it ceases entirely.

"...for you and I will need all the blessings we can get."

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"Hm? Ah, Lilia. I was wondering where you wandered off to so suddenly after we helped Sebek unpack his belonging in his new dorm. He and Silver were being fussy about some sort of...incident that happen during the ceremony where you had to raise a hand to block a student or something of the likes? Is that where you get that injury from?...I was just about to- hm? What is that you're holding? The aura it's emananting feels....strange...

"....Yes, a little strange is a way to put it."

[FADE OUT.]

[END.]

Ohhhh boy, first time writing again after A SUPER long while so I'll admit I'm a bit rusty since dialogue was always somewhat the easiest for me for these kinds of things so if you see any errors in anything or some way to improve in writing things out better, let me know!

As for the part on Silver's own UM with Yuu!Acheron, I will be making it's own short comic with that because I sure as hell am not making this written monstrosity into one. Be sure to be on the look out for that next reblog! ;]

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

Dessert Paradise: Bitter-Step and Sugar

{After accompanying Pilot Cookie and Whipped Cream Cookie on their adventure to the fabled: Dessert Paradise. Along with the return of Sugar Swan Cookie, things seem well... Yet something is amiss.}

[CROB SLIGHT Various / Reader]

-

Relaxing beside Pilot Cookie, you smile a bit as the older cookie re-counts the trip the three of you had been on.

"-AND SO... The

Nudging Whipped Cream Cookie slightly, you whisper: "I'm a bit suprised you could could carry me back to the plane. You didn't need too." You say, watching the dancer smile fondly at the memory.

"Ah, yes. Well, I couldn't help myself, I didn't want to loose you." He said softly, petting Black Sugar Ducks head kindly. The little fluff-ball squaking at him unhappily, yet she still nuzzled into his arms.

"O-oh.. Hehe." You take a deep breath, hoping your dough wouldn't become hotter. "Thanks, bud'." You turn away, giving your attention back to Pilot Cookie.

The ballerino pauses his petting, slowly reaching a hand out to your shoulder...

"Hey!" Black Sugar Duck quacked at him.

"O-oh, sorry.." The ballet dancers touch soothed her dark feathers. Glancing at his longing expression at you. Envious of him that he got to be so close to you. Much less carry you! Unfair!

"Hmph! You're a coward!" She stated, head raised high as she looked at him. "If I was like you, I could carry them whenever they wish." The small duck huffs at him, feathers ruffling up.

"What's this now?" You turn your attention to Black Sugar Duck and Whipped Cream Cookie, confused.

"O-oh, um..." His pink frosted eyes locked with your own. Words trailing off, not sure what to say.

The duckling sighs, giving her pity to him.

Stomping her flippers, she calls to you. "(Y/N) Cookie, I wanna' carry you too!"

You blink, a small giggle slips out as you gaze down at the bird. "Uh-.. Well, how about I hold you in my lap instead?" You give a look to Whipped Cream Cookie, to see if he was fine with it. The male merely smiles, nodding.

"... I'll consider it." She relents. Waddling over to your lap as she shuffles and gets comfortable. You in turn, lean your head on Whipped Cream Cookies shoulder, still watching Pilot Cookie. "After everything. We made it. I mean- I know we would. B-because of my.. Intuition?"

You play off your blunder. Not sure how to explain you knew the next events in "Peril in Paradise" story arc. Frowning at the thought as you pet Black Suagr Duck.

"Me too.." Whipped Cream Cookie rests his head beside your frosted locks. Gazing at the delightful scene in front of him. "Truly, I couldn't agree more." He mumbles softly.

-

Knowing the events after, you sigh at the sight of the Paradise. The air becoming cold, jellies and fruit becoming rotten. It was much creepier in person- or in the dough? You ignore your thoughts. Hoping to find Wind Archer Cookie and the Cookiemals.

Clothes in a bit of disarray and mud, you head forward. Stumbling upon the once shimmering sugar castle. Now shrouded in dark colors a dim lights.

-

If (Y/N) Cookie had a costume based on the event. I think it would/n't be on Swan Lake.

I'd like to think It could just be a ballet outfit, but also. It wouldn't make too much sense since Black Suagr Swan and Whip already have one.

But maybe? Maybe based on Odette? Or One of the Swans in lake?

Or! Maybe, based on Paradise outfits, a guardian outfit would look cute!

Blue Slushy Cookie excitedly chirps as she flails around your form. You smile bashfully, adjusting the outfit. "Don't they look cool? Red Panna Cotta Cookie, Wind Archer Cookie!" The smaller guardian chirps.

"They.. Ahem, look decent." Red Panna Cotta coughs in his feathers, glancing away. Wind Archer nods to you, bowing. "It fits you."

Now for Black Sugar Swan and Whip... Different story.

"Hm! Now, even you, (Y/N) Cookie. Can bask in my brilliant's radience! Oho!" Black Sugar Swan coos sweetly, eyeing you from where you stood.

"Black Sugar Du-!"

"QUIET!"

She shrieks, "I.. I will not be reminded of such a feeble bird."

You outstretch your hand, "I.. I'm sorry, but please listen-"

Feeling a hand tug you back, your dough lands on someone else's chest. Blinking, you look at the new presence.

"Whipped Cream Cookie..."

-

[Thanks for reading, comments, art, reblogs or hearts are super welcomed! I've been wanting to post this since the update! I love Whips costume, the wholw prince vibe is amazing!]

[swan-swanno]

girl i stay winning (consecutively loses in limbus company) (consecutively loses in pizza tower) (cons

[mothalas]

I like birds a lot, especially pigeons. I went to the uk for a few weeks this summer and the time that i spent in London/ Edinbrurgh i noticed how nice the pigeons are??? Like in the states we have very aggressive pidgins. They are so mean and if you are eating food they will actively attempt to take your food while you are eating it. But the London pigeons will just wait around you like “coo coo hi when you leave im gonna eat whatever crumbs you left :D coo coo” while the new york there like “COO COO MF GIMME SUM OF THAT HOT WEINER OR IM TAKIN IT FROM U COO COO” and its such a noticeable difference!

look at how mean these guys are. Im villianising the United States pigeons.

On another note, the uk has no sparrows!!! Or chickadees!!! And that makes me extremely sad!!! They just don’t live there :( !!! Since i am the most touristy tourist out there i was eating outside a bunch and always at these spots there are little sparrows hopping around on the ground eating little crumbs off of picnic tables or taking loose chips off the ground. But they don’t live in the uk?? Im not sure about the rest of Europe as I haven’t been but its very sad to me. The sparrows have been replaced with seagulls!! These giant, loud birds are the ones invading your picnics.

Here is what a sparrow looks like for all the people who have never had the pleasure of meeting one.

The amount of seagulls in Edinbrurgh is absolutely insane. We rented a flat off of Air b&b for about a week and it was right off the royal mile, like we were on the intersection between the royal mile and St. Mary’s street. Whenever the sun was up, seagull’s would always be swooping up and down the streets, squaking like there life depended on it. Why are there so many seagulls? Portobello is kinda far away?? And why are they so loud!!! On the East cost of the usa, they squak a bit and they are extremely agro. I was on the beach eating a sandwich and one swooped down and stole the whole sandwich. And no, the seagulls of Edinburgh are not like that. But they are so loud??? For what???

This is the part where i would add and image of a seagull but it wont let me.

ALSO LAST THING!! THEY HAVE MAGPIES!!! A LOT OF THEM!!! AND THAT ADDS LIKE 30 EXTRA POINTS CAUSE MAGPIES ARE GREAT (WHEN ITS NOT SWOOPING SEASON) AND A LOT A LOT OF SWANS IN SCOTLAND

anyway here was my full rundown on the birds of the british isles.

[magical-misfit]

The production team playing Swan Lake ballet music as we learn more about Chirp and Squak is *chefs kiss*

[swan-swanno]

Completely unpog moment. Stop doing this, people work hard on their designs so Please Respect or Shut The Fuck Up

Hey your character/design reminds me of ______

Hey your character/design looks like ______ From ______

Hey your character/design is just ______ but _______

Hey your character/design is like ______’s

Hey your character/design is so similar to ______

[wonkasmissstarshine]

The Chocolate Prince and The Lovely Maiden {Willy Wonka x Rose Bucket AU}

Chapter 3

When The Maiden meets The Hunter

Tagging: @holdmeicant @frozenhuntress67 @pastelmoonwitche @arinnasweetslove​

The rays of the rising sun were just beginning to peek through the cottage windows when that aggravating alarm bell woke up Rose and Charlie. That was Avonmora’s bell and it signalled for the Bucket children’s slave duties to begin.

“I hate that bell more than anything, Rosie” Charlie grumbled. He sat up in his bed and rubbed his eyes. They felt crusty from his slumber.

“I do too, Charlie” Rose agreed. She stretched her arms. “I promise, one day we’ll leave this place. But until that day comes, we’re stuck playing servants to our lovely step-mother”

“Where is my breakfast!?” Avonmora’s demand sounded through the tube that led to the basement where Rose and Charlie were forced to sleep. “Bring it to me now, girl! And boy, you better get to sweeping and finish before we leave for the market”

Honk! “Will someone shut that vile witch up, please?” Honkers got up from his pile of straw that was set up in the corner. “A goose needs his beauty sleep”

Rose giggled. She walked over to Honkers and picked him up. “I suppose all that sleeping you do is the reason you’re the most handsome goose in the entire kingdom” Honkers honked in approval and nuzzled into Rose’s neck. “We should find you a lovely swan one of these days”

“Honkers, look!” Charlie bursted into excitement. He pointed towards Honkers nest where a golden egg lay. “You’ve laid another one!”

“Well, whaddaya know?” Rose put Honkers down. He waddled over to the nest and admired the golden egg he’d lain. “If I keep laying them at this rate, you guys will be able to run off soon enough”

“How do you do that, anyway?” Charlie asked curiously.

“I don’t know” Honk! “Same reason I can talk, I suppose”

Rose pulled out a hidden box that contained all the other golden eggs that Honkers had laid. She picked up the new one and added it to the collection. She then put the box back in it’s hiding spot. 

“Breakfast!” Avonmora screeched. Her voice was so loud that it scared a few feathers out of Honkers.

Rose sighed and grabbed several ingredients out from the cupboards. “Charlie, you better start sweeping. And Honkers, you know to stay quiet when she’s near”

Honkers put his wing up to his forehead in a salute. “Yes, ma’m” Rose gave the goose a look. “Oh, I mean...Honk!...”

Rose smiled and nodded. “Good goose!”

Rose had Avonmora’s breakfast on a tray and she brought it up to her lavish bedroom. When Nathaniel died, Avonmora brought it upon herself to do some renovating on the cottage. But, she had made it so big and added so many unnecessary rooms that it wasn’t the quaint little cottage that Rose loved anymore. It was more like a mansion out in the middle of the forest.

“Ah, there you are” Avonmora sneered from her place in bed. She was sat up in against the headboard. Her pet raven, Draco, was perched upon her shoulder. “You are late with breakfast”

“I’m sorry, Avonmora” Rose apologized quietly. She set the breakfast tray on Avonmora’s bedside table. Draco squaked threateningly at her when she got to close. Rose flinched. She was absolutely terrified of the bird.

“You need to learn to shut the bird of yours up” Avonmora scowled. “It’s honking is becoming unbearable. Perhaps we turn him into a feast” Her lip curled into a smirk at the suggestion of such a lavish feast. Draco cawed in amusement, like he was laughing at the idea.

Rose clenched her jaw. She wanted to talk back to Avonmora but she knew better. “What do you want me to do today, Avonmora?”

“The usual” Avonmora grabbed her teacup and took a sip of the hot beverage. “After the boy is done sweeping, you are going to mop the floors. Then you’re going to wash the windows, dust all the furniture, nooks and crannies, do the dishes, do the laundry, weed my garden, and feed the animals”

“Yes, Avonmora” It was what Rose was programmed to say after receiving her duties from her step-mother. She was just about to walk out the door when Avonmora stopped her.

“Oh, and Rose,” Avonmora’s dark matched perfectly. “Don’t leave this house while the boy and I are out. You know what will happen if I find you gone”

Rose didn’t even look back at her. She just nodded and left the room.

Avonmora and Charlie were gone at the market. Rose was outside in the chicken pen, sprinkling chicken feed all over the ground. The chickens around her clucked happily as they ate of the mix of seeds and corn. The apron on Rose’s dress was dirtied with dirt from the garden, as was her face. But that didn’t detract from her beauty.

At least the hunter that was watching from behind a tree didn’t think so. Harry was out for his morning hunt along with his best friend/sidekick/minion, Louis. Louis himself wasn’t much of a hunter. He basically just carried any game that Harry had managed to successfully kill. 

“Look at her, Louis” Harry said, his eyes never once coming off of Rose. The poor girl had no idea that she was being watched. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

“Who?” Louis’ nasally voice screeched. “That dirty girl over there?”

“She is not dirty!” Harry hissed defensively. “She is going to be my wife someday and I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t talk about her in such a manner”

Louis began to laugh. “Your wife!? Her!? Every girl in Sweetstown basically throw themselves at your feet! Why would you want some nobody who lives out in the forest?”

“Because, none of those girls have a beauty that compares to hers. It’s only fair that the most beautiful girl in Candania marries me, the most handsome man in Candania”

“Don’t forget smartest and strongest!” Louis always was a suck-up when it came to Harry.

Harry laughed triumphantly. “Yes, that too” He got off his horse and smoothed out his clothes. He also picked the closest flower he could find. He wanted to make a good impression on the girl. “I think it’s time that I introduce myself to the mother of my future children”

Rose was humming a song, but she was interrupted when a voice spoke from behind her. “Hello, fair maiden” She jumped and turned around to see who it was. It was a man she had never seen before. He was tall and no doubt handsome, with his dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. But Rose could tell he radiated arrogance. 

“Hello” she greeted back softly.

“What’s a beautiful girl like you doing out here in the forest?” the man asked.

“I live here” Rose pointed at the cottage. “With my brother and my step-mother”

“I see” the man said. Rose gave him a small smile, and she thought he was just going to walk off and continue on his way. She wasn’t expecting him to step over the fence of the pen. “My name is Harry” 

Harry. That name sounded familiar to Rose. Priscilla was always talking about a Harry to Rose. Maybe this was the one she was talking about.

“I’m Rose”

“Rose” Harry repeated her name like a prayer. “Such a lovely name to go with such a beautiful face” He took her hand and brought it up to his lips. He gently kissed her knuckles. “You know, I’ve admired you for quite some time now”

Rose went wide eyed. “Y-you have?”

“Yes” Harry spoke so deeply, it came out as a growl. There was no denying the possessive intention behind it. He began walking towards Rose, like a predator hunting its prey. For every step forward Harry took, Rose took a step back. That is, until she was backed up against the wall. “It’s hard for a man not to be entranced by your beauty”

Rose swallowed nervously. “T-thank you”

“I brought this for you” Harry held up the flower that he had picked. Rose recognized the white, waxy flower as a gardenia. Sure, it was a pretty flower but it wasn’t Rose’s favorite. 

“Thank you, but I’m not a big admirer of gardenias”

“Oh” Harry’s face fell. He dropped the flower and stomped on it. Rose frowed. Sure, she wasn’t too fond of gardenias but that didn’t mean the flower didn’t deserve to be treated in such a way. “Well, what is your favorite flower? For when I come see you tomorrow?”

Rose blinked. “Tomorrow?”

“Of course” Harry grinned at her with a charming smile. “And the day after that, then the day after that, and so on, and so forth” He grabbed her hand. “So tell me, sweet maiden, what is your favorite flower?”

All Rose could do was smile. “I’ll let you figure that one out” She didn’t want to seem rude by telling him to get lost, and she didn’t want to reveal what her favorite flower actually was. 

“Turning this into a game, are we?” Harry suggested. “Alright, I’ll play your game. I’ll come and visit everyday, and I’ll bring you a different flower. When I do bring you your favorite flower, then you must join me for a romantic nightly stroll in the town”

“I suppose that seems fair...” 

“Until tomorrow then, my sweet” Harry kissed Rose’s hand yet again. When Harry finally left, Rose felt a sense of relief. 

What had she gotten herself into with this man? She’d have to ask Priscilla about him. 

“Rose, who was that?” It was Honkers who had asked. He came waddling into the chicken pen.

“I don’t know, Honkers, but I have a feeling I’ll be seeing more of him than I wish to” Rose sighed dreadfully. She could never see herself being with a man like that. She picked up her straw basket. “Come Honkers, let’s go see Fiona, Liona, and Briona. I’m in the mood for some cherry picking”

Honkers ruffled his feathers in excitement. “Lead the way, Rose!”

Rose and Honkers made their way to the sisters’ cottage. It was the only other cottage in the forest. Rose wasn’t sure what it was about their home, but she always felt safest there. It was like she had known Fiona, Liona, and Briona for her whole life, even though she met when she stumbled upon their marvelous cherry tree when she was just fifteen years of age.

Perhaps the three sisters could give Rose some advice about this man and his unwanted attention.

[an-ambivalent]

I read your swan prince story and now I can't help but imagine this grand, beautiful wedding being interrupted suddenly by a fugggin' swan breaking through a window and pecking the groom to death to everyones shock and horror.

oh my g o d thats genius and lowkey f ed bc imagine taehyung making love or something to the reader and his curse hasn’t broken yet and he started doing so quite late. In the middle of it he just turns into a swan and then ends up squaking in anger

is this bestiality? i didn’t think of that God and I thought I couldn’t have been more trashy :’)

[harry-potters-big-wand]

A Story that Basically sums up my life

So our setting takes place on a beautiful day in the town of Well. In the town of Well there is a castle where the some of the students of Emerson College stay for a semester. I am one of those students. I had some free time so I decided to explore the castle grounds which has a moat going around it. I decided to walk up to the moat to see if I could see the swans that are suppose to be there. While walking along the moatbank, I see an area that is sticking out into the water like a mini peninsula. I was like that a great aesthetical place to read or something. So I was like let’s check it out. Now getting to the mini peninsula looked a little difficult because it is at the bottom of a steep little hill. In the back of my brain I was like, “sweetie, do we really think this is a good idea?” My dumbass said yes. So I started to descend the steep little hill. Then I heard some sort of water bird squak. I turned to see if it was the swans and I slipped down the hill and my shoe flew off my foot and into the moat. Because of the steepness of the hill I was not able to savage it. I ended up alerting the moat matinance people know and so, at least to them I will forever be known as the girl who lost her shoe in the moat. Ohh, and those swans I lost my show over? They were ducks. I lost my shoe in a castle moat in the Netherlands because of stupid fucking ducks. If this doesn’t sum up who I am as a person than I don’t know what does. To conclude:

[swan-swanno]

1. Warrior c:

2. God, Birth of The Darker Lord took me by HUGE shock on my very first run. FUCKED UP PLOT TWIST HDBDJANX

3. Dark Sun on the Tower of Dread my dearly detested </3

Okay so Miitopia fans; here’s a few questions

1. At the end of the game, what class is your protag?

2. Whats a memorable moment?

3. What boss did you find to be the hardest?

[swan-swanno]

the unholy urge to redo my switchtopia cast/game.... .. . .

[swan-swanno]

do you think wall-e sings happy birthday to himself like the mars rover or am i making myself sad over robots again

[swan-swanno]

<- suddenly not normal over miitopia again <3

[swan-swanno]

@staff still not doing a good job I see

Hiding the content from public view is almost like deleting in a way. What's the point of making content if only you can see - when everyone else wants to too? And what if we do appeal the flags to the NSFW contents?

Tumblr, please reconsider. There are people who live off this in a positive way - content creators especially. It's not easy for them.

I know the @staff won't read this but I felt the need to say it.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

Hey Tumblr–

A couple of weeks ago we announced an update to our Community Guidelines regarding adult content, and we’ve received a lot of questions and feedback from you. First and foremost, we are sorry that this has not been an easy transition and we know we can do a better job of explaining what we’re doing. We knew this wasn’t going to be an easy task and we appreciate your patience as we work through the challenges and limitations of correctly flagging tens of billions of GIFs, videos, and photos.

Today, December 17th, our policy begins to take effect. This means that we will start hiding – not deleting – posts that contain GIFs, videos, and photos from public view that are in violation of our policy. Again, this is a complex problem, and over the coming weeks we will gradually, and carefully, flag more adult content. (Yes, we will still make mistakes, but hopefully fewer and fewer.)

More importantly, we want to clarify the things that you, as a community, have asked about the most.

Tumblr will always be a place to explore your identity. Tumblr has always been home to marginalized communities and always will be. We fully recognize Tumblr’s special obligation to these communities and are committed to ensuring that our new policy on adult content does not silence the vital conversations that take place here every day. LGBTQ+ conversations, exploration of sexuality and gender, efforts to document the lives and challenges of those in the sex worker industry, and posts with pictures, videos, and GIFs of gender-confirmation surgery are all examples of content that is not only permitted on Tumblr but actively encouraged.

We also want to reiterate some important information from our Support post:

Your content will not be deleted. If your post(s) are flagged under the new policy, they will be hidden from public view and will only be visible to you. You can appeal these flags if you feel your content was erroneously marked as adult content. Upcoming feature changes will also make appeals more manageable for those of you with multiple flagged posts. Your blog won’t be deleted if you’ve posted adult content in the past, and there is nothing you need to do if you have interacted with adult content up until now–it will just be flagged and not publicly viewable. Don’t forget too that you can download your content. It’s yours after all, and we don’t take that lightly.

What is still permitted? We’ve heard a lot of concern about what the policy does not permit, but we want to make sure that you also know what is still permitted:

Written content such as erotica, nudity related to political or newsworthy speech, and nudity found in art, specifically sculptures and illustrations, is also stuff that can be freely posted on Tumblr. Although, photorealistic imagery or photography – images, videos, or GIFs – with real humans that include exposed genitals or female-presenting (yeah, we know you hate this term) nipples or depict sex acts is not allowed per our guidelines. 

Examples of exceptions that are still permitted but that you may need to appeal if they are misclassified are: exposed female-presenting nipples in connection with breastfeeding, birth or after-birth moments, and health-related situations, such as post-mastectomy or gender confirmation surgery.

The automated tools will improve. Having a post mistakenly flagged as adult totally sucks; we understand and agree that there have been too many wrongfully flagged posts since we announced the policy change. With tens of billions of GIFs, videos, and photos to review and millions of new posts every day, we really need your help to get it right.

The more you help by reporting content that’s not permitted and by appealing content that you believe was flagged incorrectly, the better our automated tools will get at classifying your posts correctly. The more content these tools review, the more they will learn the difference between what’s permitted and what’s not. Most importantly, your content won’t be deleted if erroneously flagged and all appeals will be sent to a real, live human who can make the appropriate call. 

We love Tumblr and the communities that call Tumblr home. You are Tumblr. This place has always been a reflection of the voices and communities that thrive here. As you’ve always done, help us continue to shape Tumblr into the community you want it to be.

<3

[swan-swanno]

my american literature prof @ me telling i played fallout 4: you dont strike to me as someone who plays fallout me, quietly: the gender ambiguity is working