#magic swan!au

[tangledinink]

so we saw one of swanatello's good days . . . how do the bad days go? :eyes: don't mind me i feed on angst~

Swanatello is Guardian of The Lake and is extremely territorial and protective. The brothers have to take turns and visit him one at a time-- if they approach as a group, Swanatello will quickly grow defensive and view them as a threat. They've learned by now that if he's not able to recognize them, the best thing to do is back off and try again tomorrow.

... Mostly learned, anyway.

(The next time Leo's able to visit properly, Donnie will worriedly ask him what happened to his wrist.)

#swanatello #donnie was already an excellent fighter #now hes been buffed with swan lake magical girl powers and he can kick their asses #and hes done it multiple times now #anyway tldr on a bad visit he'll drive them off #if they push back and try to convince him of their identities #he'll beat their ass #and chances are really good he'll just get confused and upset in the process #rottmnt #rottmnt au #donniesona #risesona #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donatello #blood and injury #blood #asks #anon

[ohno-the-sun]

Yes I’m a funky guy and I have to ask, for each of your AU’s, what are Sun and Moon’s relationship?

(For example: are they brothers or lovers or enemies, strangers…ya know, those types of things?)

(I’m just curious and I don’t mean to offend you while asking)

I don't mind the question at all I love ranting about my AUs!

Mad scientist it kinda varies. They start out enemies / parasite and host relationship, but they kinda develop into being more commensal later on (kinda spoiler lol). Idk I'd ever consider them friends though

For crime au, magical girl au, and luca au they are brothers. I just like an angsty brotherly relationship wawawa.

Though both crime and luca they have been separated for a long time so they are basically strangers at this point and the whole story is them slowly getting to know each other again

Black swan they are ????. Sun is kinda hallucinating Moon but Moon might also be a real dancer she's really jealous of, but also they have a small one off romantic thing but that may just represent Sun coming to terms with more adult thoughts, but she also kinda really hates Moon and tries to kill her, but also that might be her killing herself trying to be perfect-

its a whole mess

#ask #fnaf daycare attendant #luca au #black swan au #mad scientist au #crime au #magical girl au #I just like whatever relationship is most entertaining #and fitting for the story #also bonus base robot dca from the pizzaplex #I have their relationship as strangers #they have no memory transfer between the two modes and they have to find ways to communicate and slowly get to know the other #which gets disrupted by the virus #and makes their relationship worse #eventually they make up again but its a loooooong process

[swenmxlf]

No magic AU Regina gets immediate crush on random woman who saves her from a fire

#swanqueen #emma x regina #regina mills #emma swan #fanart #ouat #no magic au #bbies #Regina in Emma's arms #that's it #swan queen

[half-deadmagicperson]

A Walk in the Woods

This piece is based off of Chapter 3 of my fic Crow Lake. Originally the fic started as part of Ectoberhaunt, and was abandoned for over 2 months, but recently I got some inspiration to finish it! The first few chapters I didn't really know where I was going with it, but now I've got a solid outline!

Crow Lake is a Swan Lake AU where Danny is cursed by Vlad to turn into a white crow during the daytime. (It's only very loosely based on the story of Swan Lake.)

#my art #danny phantom #swan lake au #tucker foley #danny fenton #savant par #dp #dp fanfic #digital art #not beta read #take that tag seriously lol especially for the first few chapters #magic person draws #yes i have been obsessing over this for days

[maze-arts]

Y'know what? I like you! *magical girl-ifies your Ranboo*

First of my series of magical girl ranboo designs! Feel free to leave suggestions :]

#my art #ranboo #ranboo fanart #magical girl #magical girl ranboo #cc ranboo #ranboolive #ranboolive fanart #this is inspired by the swan lake and that one magical girl rotmnt au

[iamstartraveller776]

A/N: In jest, @averbaldumpingground challenged me to write all 20 prompts from this fake dating list. Well, joke’s on my friend, I accepted the challenge. I’m doing 500-word ficlets for each, using different fandoms/ships.

I’m taking a bit more artistic license for this one.

2. “I’m easy. Buy me a nice ring and I’ll lie to your parents.” —OUAT/Captain Swan (ao3)

A FAVOR

Killian sits at the bar, spinning his untouched rum in languid circles. He curses the nervous energy sparking beneath his skin. Emma Swan is hardly more than an acquaintance, his best mate’s adopted sister, in fact. And utterly off-limits, even if he were so inclined. Meeting her boyfriend last year—or is it fiancé now?—cured any such budding notions.

But Emma sounded so earnest on the phone when she asked him to meet her.

The front door creaks open, and his pulse ratchets up at the sight of her long blond locks. She shrugs out of her coat, shakes the late Spring snowfall from it before hanging it on a nearby rack. Her eyes catch his, and he offers her a smile—one that dips a tick when he notices the small but unmistakable bump in her belly.

“Thanks for meeting me,” she says as she takes the stool next to his.

He waits until she orders her drink—a club soda with lime—before replying, “Of course, love.” He holds up his tumbler. “I see that congratulations are in order.”

 “You’d think so, wouldn’t you?” she mutters with a grimace. Before he can question her lackluster response, she says, “So, I have a really weird favor to ask you, and I don’t want it getting back to David.”

Killian raises a brow as he weighs the consequences of keeping this secret from his mate. Curiosity wins over caution in the end. “I’ll be the very soul of discretion.”

She sags in relief. “There’s a company retreat next weekend,” she explains. “I need you to come and pretend to be my husband.”

Killian stares at her. Out of all the potential favors she might have asked of him, this one didn’t even make the list. “I don’t quite understand. Wouldn’t you want…” he trails off, trying to remember the name of her significant other.

“Neal?” Emma lets out a bitter laugh. “Yeah, no. He’s long gone.”

There’s a story there, but she doesn’t seem keen on expounding. It’s not his business anyway. “Even so, why should you need a fake husband?”

She rolls her eyes. “Because the CEO is a traditionalist, and he made a point to tell me to bring my spouse next weekend. The imaginary spouse I’ve been talking about for the last four months.” She downs the rest of her club soda. “I’m pretty sure my promotion rides on it.”

Well, now. That was a fine spot of trouble she’s landed herself in.

She sucks in a breath. “So, will you do it?”

He’s always had trouble resisting a beautiful, tough lass in distress. Bloody hell. He gives her a devilish grin. “Buy me a nice ring, and I’ll be the most devoted husband your boss has ever laid eyes on.”

“Thank you, Killian.” She leans into him for a quick and enthusiastic embrace.

As he inhales the pleasant scent of lavender in her hair, he’s fairly certain that this has disaster written all over it.

~FIN~

#captain swan #cs fanfic #cs ff #killian jones x emma swan #my fic #au #modern non magical

[lovebirdgames]

Peter staggered a step backwards as though Samuel had struck him. When he spoke, his voice was strangled by tears. "What do you mean...you mean that monster we killed at the start of all this...that was--?!"

Cadence felt the same sorrow welling up from within, piercing her heart. She couldn't imagine what Peter felt. She squeezed her eyes shut to hold back the tears, recalling the peacock-like beast they had killed without a second thought. The unblinking eyes that decorated its tail feathers. The needle-sharp talons that tore at their skin. The way its neck twisted into a saxophone instead of a face.

How did she never realize?

She could feel Tom and Clark on either side of her, trembling as the truth settled over them.

Samuel stepped forward and grabbed Peter's shoulder roughly. "I'm so sorry, Peter," he whispered.

Peter didn't meet his eyes. He stared past Samuel, his eyes unseeing, tears rolling down his face. His entire body shook.

"We didn't know it was him!" Cadence burst out. "If we had, we would've done everything we could to try and bring him back...!"

Still, Peter said nothing. Cadence felt a sudden surge of dread.

"Listen, Peter," Samuel said, his voice soft yet firm. "You can't blame yourself-"

"How can I not, Sam?!" Peter shouted angrily, tearing away from Samuel. "He came to me for help and I abandoned him! If I had stayed by his side...helped him master his instrument like a half-decent older brother...!" A scream tore from his chest. "HE'S DEAD AND IT'S ALL MY FAULT!"

In the same instant, Peter's angel wings burst from his back, scattering droplets of blood. He screamed in agony.

Ice-water filled Cadence's veins. This wasn't Peter's final attack. Instead of glowing bright, his trumpet appeared dull. Black cracks snaked across its brass surface, seeping a strange darkness that curled like smoke. Something was terribly, dreadfully wrong.

The earth began to quake. A low rumble drowned out Peter's cries. Darkness and wind began to swirl around him, cutting off the others.

"No, Peter!" Tom roared, giving a start towards his best friend.

Clark threw out an arm, stopping Tom from going any closer. "Samuel, get back!" He shouted. Samuel looked from Peter to Clark, clearly torn on what to do.

"PETER!" Cadence struggled to make her voice heard over the din. "You can't lose hope! Or else you'll meet the same fate as him!"

Peter met her gaze, but his eyes were devoid of their usual fire. Instead, they shone with pure grief. "If my little brother isn't alive to see the new world...then what's the point?"

Cadence opened her mouth to respond. She wanted to beg him not to give up on his friends. To live on, as Alex surely would want him to.

But the wind doubled in intensity, whipping their hair and capes. Cadence cried out as she was blown off her feet. Her knees painfully struck the ground. She looked up just in time to see Peter's bloodstained wings closing in around him, enfolding him...

The light in his eyes had died. They were dark with hopelessness. She saw his lips move one more time, whispering, "There is no point."

The trumpet in his hands shattered to pieces. The darkness burst forth and consumed Peter completely, drenching his angel wings in crimson. Cadence screamed his name, but could no longer hear her own voice over the sound of the calamity.

Peter was gone.

#MORE MAGICAL MUSICIANS ANGST ANYONE? #band camp boyfriend #magical musicians au #doodle #trumpeter swan

[snowyfrostshadows]

TFW you misremember some stuff from the base material for your au when setting stuff up and then you go rewatch the thing and certain plot points end up just making your thing funnier in hindsight

#dumb doodles #swan lake au #'sorry; no more magic :(' #*proceeds to create stuff out of nothing* #i mean; you could argue that it's different levels of magic to create something for use for a couple hours via your own energy #opposed to using that same energy to break a curse (even halfway) cast by someone with a stronger will/more energy reserves than you do #and like....i always sorta assumed the gem in the crown did like. Most of the work partially breaking rothbart's curse... #but i don't think any of that magic theory and whatnot gets explained to luigi #at least by rosalina; slightly more helpful than tuxedo mask but not by much #princess rosalina #mario #luigi

[naivesilver]

One of those Eliana plot moments I was dying to reach, deliberately sprinkled with some family angst 💗

✍️(◔◡◔)

There are days where Emma thinks the world must be out to make things as difficult as possible for her. 

This should not be one of those days, and yet, predictably, here they are. In a way it was almost easier at the beginning of this ordeal - Gold showed up with some new cronies, sure, but that's on par with the course. It's arguably part of their town's routine, by this point. 

Then those cronies took August. That, Emma suspects, was where everything started picking up speed as it went to hell. 

She spares a glance at Eliana, who is pacing around like a caged tiger, her movements jerky and impatient. Emma can't exactly blame her - even if her brother hadn't been the one who got taken, she must be still riding the high of his rescue, full of adrenaline and pent up energy - but it is an unnerving sight, muddy footprints tracking across the hospital floor notwithstanding. 

Emma sighs, forcibly returning her attention to the book pages that have given them all so much trouble lately. In the brief bout of lucidity he had at her house, August casually informed her that that is where their mysterious Author is, so now she's on her own trying to puzzle out how to get him out - her friend lost consciousness shortly afterwards, which made him of little help, with the addition of having to figure out where to go to get him checked out. 

In Emma's defense, she did propose the convent right off the bat, and she still wagers it would have been the better choice; magically sturdy and magically knowledgeable, it’d have been the perfect place for their needs, so they could continue worrying about pretty much everything else. Eliana, however, fought against that option so strongly that it was impossible to make her change her mind, and, as Emma has learned the hard way in the past few hours, most people will capitulate rather than arguing with someone whose face is deliberately spattered with Cruella De Vil's drying blood. 

The sound of approaching footsteps invades her train of thought. The sheriff looks up, expecting Whale or one of the members of his staff, but is instead met with Regina's flat expression. 

The mayor is still playing double agent, technically, but the only other supposed ally of Gold is on the opposite wing of the hospital, bound to her bed and with enough gauze wrapped around her neck to satisfy a mummy. Even if she were to spot Regina, which is unlikely, it would simply look like another attempt to swipe the illustration of the door from Emma’s hands, albeit in a more crowded environment than usual.

“Still no word from Gold,” Regina announces, her gaze moving between the other two women. “He’s probably huddling somewhere with Maleficent until he gets another bright idea, since this one worked so well.”

Emma sighs, stashing away the pages again. The less people see them, the better, even at this point. “I don’t know if that’s better or worse, honestly,” she says, her voice terse and unamused. “Did you come all the way up here just to tell me there was no news?”

“I wish. No, Gold’s off the radar, but you’ve got another visitor.”

“Really? Who?”

“The Mother Superior. She’s come to check up on August, since they used some…unusual magic on him.”

For a brief, surprisingly lucid second, Emma feels a stab of regret about not having asked Regina to speak in private. She doesn’t get much more time than that, anyway; a second seems to be enough for Eliana to register what she’s just heard, freezing on the spot halfway through her brooding - her head swivels around, looking at the mayor with her purple-ish eyes as wide as saucers, but her face is completely expression-less, a waxen mask stained with red from the chin down.

Then, what feels like just another second later, she rushes past them both, stomping out of the door without looking back.

“Crap.” Emma stands up so abruptly the rickety hospital chair almost falls backwards, cursing more under her breath as she grabs Regina and sets out on Eliana’s trail. “Did you really have to say it where she could hear? Where is the Mother Superior, anyway?”

Her friend all but glares at her, though mercifully she falls in line with Emma pretty easily, as if picking up on the urgency of the matter. “At the entrance. I told her to wait until I asked if August could have visitors. But what-”

“That girl went for Cruella’s jugular only a few hours ago, do you think it’s safe for Blue of all people to be around her?”

“Well, if Blue couldn’t guess that her kid would be here, that’s on her, not me,” Regina scoffs moodily. “Personally I’m on Eliana’s side- that dog lady wanted Henry, Emma. If she’d gotten to him like she planned, I wouldn’t have stopped at the jugular, and neither would you.”

The problem is, she’s right. Emma has nothing against Eliana. Eliana is, by and large, a nice enough person - she grew up with Ruby, and Henry likes her, and August, who despite everything is still one of Emma’s closest friends, thinks the world of her, like the besotted younger brother he is. She might have a penchant for butting heads with her mother and Emma’s, sure, but she doesn’t look the type to go for unwarranted violence, and besides, what Regina said is true: without her, Cruella De Vil would have tried to take Henry instead, in the hope of luring his family out for good.

But Emma’s personal opinion matters little and less, right now. She is still the sheriff, and she is still the Savior: while babysitting a young woman who’s barely gotten off the adrenaline rush of biting a chunk off a villain is not her top priority, she’d rather avoid having a matricide in her hands anyway, in the midst of all that chaos.

Thankfully, the Mother Superior is still relatively in one piece when they stumble into the hospital's hall, though she looks far from pleased. She and her daughter are both small women, nearly of an height, but where the fairy's wearing sensible shoes and exuding her customary air of authority, Eliana has turned into a looming, haunting presence, as though her wild hair and the way she's standing up ramrod straight were making her appear larger than life. 

"Nobody asked you to come," Emma catches her hissing as they draw closer to the pair. "You're not welcome here."

Blue scoffs, with the same look of annoyance one might have after stepping on a chewed gum. "This is not the time for your childish games, Eliana. I need to make sure your brother is in good shape, and- oh, God, what happened to you?"

"You did." Eliana leans forward so that she's almost nose to nose with her mother, her voice lowering so much it's almost inaudible over the din around them. 

"You're what happened to me, and to August. So many of the things Gold did to him, they were because of what you did to him first - look at yourself, Mother. You're a fucking disease. I'm not letting you get close enough to poison my baby brother again."

"I'd thank you to avoid that kind of language when you speak to me-"

"Or what?" The question is delivered with a sort of hysterical giddiness, but none of that shows up on the young woman's face, save perhaps for a brief glint in her eyes, a sharp, pestering flash. 

"What will you do to punish me? Will you make me stand in the corner? Will you let August get hurt again? I am tired of having to chase away his monsters myself just because you can't be arsed to do your duty. And you didn't pass anything useful down to me, otherwise I'd have needed less time to burn that cursed island to the ground, back then."

Eliana points at the crusted blood with surprising ferocity, all but livid with anger. "But this? This is yours alright, Mother. This is how you would have solved things, too, if you weren't too proud to get your own hands dirty, so don't tell me you're here to help, now. You already did more than enough when you gave us both life."

She spits the word out so venomously that it catches even Emma off guard, though the sheriff still takes the split second the Mother Superior spends faltering to cut between them, wary of possible escalations. "Okay, ladies, that's enough. Blue, thanks for checking in, but I think we're managing just fine for now. We’ll call if we need anything. Eliana- you need to get some sleep. August will be fine. He's in good hands."

"He is," the younger woman agrees readily - except she doesn't look that much younger, at present. She is still fresh-faced and minute, at a first glance, but when her eyes raise to meet Emma's there's a fury in them that feels ancient, burning blue and purple like gas fire. 

"I trust you with him, Emma Swan, and I trust the mayor, but I do not trust her. She already let him die once; she might do it again if you don't keep an eye on her."

There's a sharp intake of breath from Blue, and suddenly the nun is struggling against Emma's flimsy separation, face contorted in anger. "You're going too far, child," she says, her proverbial calm straining. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"Call me child one more time, I'll choose some new names for you as well. What do you say about liar, uh? Murderer and liar, maybe?"

"You dare-"

"Yes, I dare, Mother!" Eliana explodes, clutching at the sides of her head as though her skull were splitting in two, fingers twisting in her tangled curls in a way that must be at least a bit painful and yet shows no sign of stopping. 

"You have no idea of what you've passed down to me, of what- what I've heard in that forest, and you still judge me for how I've acted all these years, but this is on you, Mother. Gold hates you. That's why he tricked me and why he hurt August. None of us would be here right now, if you'd just done your job with him. You should be ashamed. You-"

"What's going on here?"

There’s a beat where Emma almost thanks whatever divine intervention might have just saved her arm from being torn apart by the mother and daughter barking on either side of it. It only lasts a beat, however, as when she raises her eyes she finds out the new voice belongs only to Marco, standing in the hospital hall with his hat in his hands and a concerned look on his face.

“Great, it’s a family reunion,” Regina mutters, acidly, as Blue takes the chance to compose herself and turns around to address the man directly, as though she hadn’t just come out of an hysterical catfight in a public place.

“Geppetto, please, control your daughter better- she’s in a state, right now. She’s not fit to look after anyone.”

She probably expects Marco to side with her, just as Emma’s own father has gone along with some of her mother’s worst ideas; judging by the way her expression freezes, however, she must not be expecting him to stiffen and say, evenly: “She is your daughter, too. Not just when it suits you.”

He walks past them to reach Eliana, then, and only hesitates a moment before stepping to her side and wrapping an arm around her chest, at once protection and holding. He is not an extraordinarily tall man, Marco, but the girl looks pretty much dwarfed by his grip, even if anger is still dripping from her every pore - Emma feels safe enough to step away, then, though she keeps her guard up, just in case.

“My girl,” the carpenter says frettingly, scanning his daughter’s features up and down. “What happened? I thought it was your brother that- Is that blood? Are you hurt?”

Eliana doesn’t respond immediately, eyes still staring vacantly in her mother’s direction, so it’s Regina who steps in once again, her tone dry but not devoid of any admiration. “She is what happened to some old friends of mine. Your girl got August out- without her we’d still be running in circles.”

“And that was very brave of her,” Blue interjects, somewhat irritated, “but no one knows for sure what Rumpelstiltskin did to August yet. Emma, you know it better than I do- if it’s dark magic, then the sooner we get rid of it, the better. We’re only wasting time with this farce.”

“You’re the only one wasting any time here, Mother.” Eliana speaks softly and haltingly, but her gaze is still hard as steel, despite everything.

“My brother is fine where he is. Touch him again and I will eat you alive. This will be your only warning.”

Marco hums pensively under his breath, his eyes flitting from the girl in his arms to Regina and Emma. “If Eliana says there is no danger, then I trust her. Emma? Have you seen my boy yet?”

“Whale thinks he’ll be okay,” the sheriff replies, picking her words cautiously. “Sort of. He’s going to need some time to rest and recover, but that’s about it.”

“Then we don’t need your help right now, Mother Superior. You can leave my children alone, if you please.”

It’s a low blow, lower than many would expect from a man as mild-mannered as him. It’s easy to guess Blue might be of the same opinion, too - she looks absolutely floored by the remark, enough not to be able to get even the proverbial last word in, and it’s a miracle the whole hospital doesn’t fall onto their heads as she leaves, so enraged she appears to be.

Still, she does leave, and Emma turns back to Eliana, dread pooling in her gut. The girl hasn’t torn her eyes from her departing mother yet, either, but something has changed in her all the same; it’s as if she were being taken by a full body tremor, one that picks up pace when Blue finally walks out of the door and threatens to make her buckle at the knees, with only her father’s presence keeping her upright.

It occurs to the sheriff that she has never seen them so close to each other, before. There is some strain in that relationship, to hear August and Granny tell it, and though they must have exchanged a few words in Emma’s presence at some point, it was nothing like this - Eliana shakes and shakes, run through by shivers as though she’d gotten stuck in a blizzard, and Marco seems at loss of words over her reaction, cradling her cheek with his free hand like an additional point of support.

“Marco,” Emma ventures, ever so carefully, “August’s still sleeping. You can go see him if you want, but she really needs to get some rest too. Everything else can wait.”

“No.” Eliana squirms in her father’s hold, an uncharacteristic pleading note in her words. “I don’t want to. I can’t.”

The man shushes her gently, pulling her even closer. “Of course you can. We’ll go see your brother, and then I’ll take you home. It’s alright.”

She shakes her head brusquely, sagging further on herself. “Papa,” she says, and it’s barely more than a hoarse croak, tears pooling in her eyes and spilling down her cheeks. Gone is the ageless air she was sporting before; now she looks like a child, and she sounds like one, too, a little kid tired out at the end of a sugar rush.  “Papa, I think I did something awful. I don’t know what got into me.”

“Oh, my girl.” Marco presses a kiss to the top of her head, in such a tender gesture that Emma feels prompted to look away and give them their privacy.

“I know that’s not true. You’re alright- Eliana, my sun, I’m so proud of you. It’s alright. You’re safe, and so is your brother. Everything will be fine, I promise.”

In the corner of her eye, Emma catches Regina turning around as well, gaze stubbornly fixed on the ceiling. The sheriff imitates her, and then thinks, idly, that she shouldn’t be feeling so gloomy about everything, about this heartwarming scene that’s unfolding behind them even as she tries to pretend she can’t hear anyone sobbing over the buzzing of the neon lights overhead.

She shouldn’t be, and yet she is, because that persistent worry that something’s bound to go wrong still clings to her, and has not left the room with Blue, as they, Eliana included, must all have hoped it would.

#au: appalachian wine #oc: eliana #fanfic #ouat #emma swan #august booth #beloved he's the motor behind everything as usual #but hey you know what he ALSO is? a little brother whose sister has gone to great (and violent) ends to keep safe 🥰 #she fought tooth and nail - literally! ahdkjhjkashjkas #marco #he is there too. my explosive guy. #all jokes aside he is a genuinely good dad who in the context of this au fucked up when faced with an impossible choice #he lied to the face of royals and magic users for his son's safety he'll do it again if it keeps his daughter from harm #lia.........she's processing #she'll be fine (eventually)

[cutepastelstarsalior]

That writing moment where you get such a burst of inspiration that it make you want to rewrite your story to fit the inspiration…

#*me reading a swan lake au*…oh shit this can probably be a better plot then my original idea…. #og story is a bout a girl who is kidnapped and turn into a deer centar #who later runs away and gets Fred’s and has a family….the girl dies and the family she meets has to stop the evil scientists #and save the other kidnapped people while also dealing with the grief of their lost/friends/lover/daughter figure #NOW IM LIKE MAN LETS DO A SWAN LAKE MIX WITH MODA MAKICA THING INSTEAD #help meeeeeeeeeeeeee I already have 2 other magical girls stories….and like 3 other evil government/scientist stories…..I can’t pick #writing things #writblr #my thoughts #oc stuff #oc story

[arjengelly]

What if the 🔔🦢 had time magic?!

Time freezes as the magic staff’s bottom edge hits the ground and the bell rings.

#bell swan #toh #toh s2b #the owl house #palisman #time magic #time freeze #au

[emmasaviorswan]

Open starter: S&B Emma AU ✨

"I'm sorry...I don't know what a sun summoner is, or whatever it is. I have magic though does that help?" Emma asks her companion.

#emmasaviorswan #ouat roleplay #emma swan #ouat #open starter #shadow and bone au #i have a thread for henry but makes sense with Emma's light magic too #can literally fit into most shows #sorry been watching/reading shadow and bone and started the last of us the other day #stuck at home

[cosmicallymundane]

Emma and Merlin.

Father Figure AU.

need i say more

#listen #this or Emma thinks of him as an imaginery friend who acts like her moral conscious #moral compass #magical sorcerer teaching magical child #ouat #once upon a time #ouat headcanon #ouat au #emma swan #emma ouat #merlin ouat #merlin

[itwasmagic]

fic trope preferences

tagged by @hillaryscotts

slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there is only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt-comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one shot or multi chapter // kid fic or roadtrip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle-aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbours or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bend // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

#the fantasy vs modern au one depends bc most cases gimme the boss/employee forbidden r/s or rich sugar mommy modern vibes #but swan queen... has hot evil queens in corsets and magic so who am i to refuse #fix-it fic bc again i mainly read swan queen #imagine preferring canon compliant when it would have to include h**k #although im addicted to angst so like regina's pov of the wedding pls hurt me <3 #tag game

[amazingsibs006]

Hello does anyone know of the story where emma is believed to be a 5 year old foster kid that regina fosters. But emma is really an adult that magically reverted ti a 5 year old because she was traumatized. She has a magical version of dissociative identity disorder. She has 4 personalities. Her normal adult age, a teenaged girl, an 8 year old dragon boy and a 5 year old girl that all the personalities want to protect. Also cora and zelena are in this story and they are nice.

#swan queen #age reversal au #dissociative identity disorder #magic

[j4gm]

SPOILERS!!! REFERENCES AND EASTER EGGS IN F&C ep. 1: FIONNA CAMPBELL

Here's a bunch of stuff I spotted. Feel free to add more.

During the anime girl hero dream Fionna mentions Hans Brinker, a character from a novel which introduced speed skating to the United States.

The BMO style alarm clock has BMO's voice.

The ducks that steal Marshall Lee's money look like one-headed versions of the two-headed duck from the original Adventure Time title sequence.

Cheers is a real sitcom. Simon previously sang its theme song in the episode Simon & Marcy, and now it seems to have manifested in the human AU due to his connection with it.

Fionna says "stop acting crazy" to Cake with the same meter as Marceline said "stop acting crazy" to Ice King in the episode I Remember You.

We all spotted this in the trailer but there's a Magic Man hat in this shot. Magic Man's hat was most recently seen being worn by Betty.

The Betty statue also suggests that Simon's psyche has significant influence over this world. The fountain includes frogs, a symbol of change that was previously also used in Temple of Mars. And Fionna mentions the statue underwent renovation twelve years ago, which is the same amount of time that's passed in the prime universe since Betty's amalgamation with GOLB.

It would seem Mrs. Abadeer runs a vacuum cleaner company as well as being Fionna's landlady. And Queenie runs an accounting business as well as the tour bus.

The stickers on Marshall Lee's guitar case are all references to real life punk rock bands. X-Ray Pex = X-Ray Spex, Daikini Kill = Bikini Kill, PM might be a reference to AM as in the Arctic Monkeys. I'm not sure what Las Crudas and Dark Eyes are references to. Perhaps someone more familiar with punk rock can let me know?

In case you were wondering, the credits confirm that this is human genderswapped Fern. It's a bit more obvious now that we can see all her green clothes and backpack, and given what she said about her dreams being super messed up. I'm not gonna go through the rest of the cameo characters in this episode because most of them are pretty obvious or already got figured out when the trailer dropped. That said, if anyone knows who the bus driver is meant to be please let me know.

The sword in the window of this games shop looks very similar to Fionna's sword from the original comic series.

The latte that Gumball - ahem I mean Gary - makes in this scene features PB's swan.

Okay one more cameo mention because I feel like it might become significant later. This is Ice Queen.

Fionna and Cake are dreaming about their apartment block in the credits of this episode, but it has a roof like the Tree Fort and the same little boat with a telescope and parasol.

Episode 2 to follow!

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