#swapped!anne

Inspired by the Six Swapped Fates au created by @percy-the-penguin  @arithebroadwayaddict @mega-knight-of-breath @oratonom @ender1821

In the Swapped monster au, the monster species of the Queens are also Swapped, so...

Catalina - Yeti

Anne - Gargoyle

Jane - Lamia

Anna - Sphinx

Kitty - Centaur 

Cathy - Faun

And now for some bulletpoints

- Lina’s still conflicted over her monster form but she’s nowhere near as bad as the regular monster au

- Anne’s design was inspired by Mary’s gargoyle form, and pterosaurs hence the unique structure of her wings

- Jane was inspired by a Black Mamba snake, the colouring of the scales fit perfect but also the awesome black mouth and tongue

- I recently watched Wolfwalkers and I loved the simplified art style, hence the more experimental look of these drawings, you can see this especially with Anna 

- I didn’t pick a specific breed of horse for Kitty, but her colouration is Red dun

@arithebroadwayaddict @rainbow-skissors @percy-the-penguin

Made by yours truly, and based on this post by @percy-the-penguin​!!! thank you thank you thank you for letting me do this!!

(slides are below the cut, because i think it’d be a lot to scroll past)

Last name = Swapped

@mega-heir-of-heart @ender1821 @percy-the-penguin @arithebroadwayaddict

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The Swapped queens were still buzzing. They had accompanied the original queens to the theatre that night, seeing the musical for the first time.

(The Swapped queens haven’t had the opportunity to make their own yet. After all, they had been simply fighting with each other.)

For once, they weren’t arguing, instead talking to each other sadly and excitedly about the musical and their counterparts past lives. (They would go back to arguing, but more than five minutes was a step, and the fighting somehow seemed a little less malicious afterwards.)

They soon found their counterparts, back in casual clothing. The entire group began to talk, the Swapped queens cheering for their performance.

“Why did you make your song so... vulgar?” Boleyn asked her counterpart. “And dumb sounding?”

Anne stared at her for a moment, head tilted before she looked to Parr, staring the woman straight in the eye. Parr stared back, eyes wide. For the blue queen, it suddenly felt as if her soul was being stared at.

This is actually a Christmas gift for someone!!! @percy-the-penguin gave me the idea and @arithebroadwayaddict drew the picture that sparked the idea! So this a Christmas gift for the both of them!

Tws: arson

Italics = both

Swapped = last name

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Boleyn wanted to be anywhere else.

She wanted to be with Lady Aragon more specifically. The golden queen herself was across the room, talking to both of their counterparts, Catalina and Anne.

Boleyn sighed wistfully as she stared at Aragon and the locked hands of their counterparts. Aragon herself was in a beautiful gold dress that made Boleyn blush.

Boleyn herself was in a green suit and black pants, complete with a green tie and her familiar glasses.

They were dressed this well for the party they were currently attending. All six original queens had been invited and given plus ones, allowing them to bring the swapped queens as well.

Boleyn was about to try and make her way over when an elbow pressed into her side, making her flinch and turn to the intruder with a glare.

That’s right… Boleyn was over here to keep an eye on Seymour. She couldn’t go over to Aragon in the first place.

“Your gay is showing.” Seymour gave her a smirk. The blond queen with a black stripe of hair was dressed in a white button up with a black bow tie and pants along with suspenders. Her familiar ‘S’ charmed choker sat on her neck, covering a familiar scar.

Boleyn rolled her eyes, adjusting her glasses. “Like you’re any better with Parr… cretin.”

Seymour spluttered for a moment before giving her a smirk. “Yeah, whatever. You’re my babysitter or whatever, right? I’m going to the balcony.”

Boleyn grumbled and gave one more longing look to Aragon before trailing after Seymour, arms crossed.

The balcony was bare of people. And it was only when they stepped out that Boleyn realized that Seymour was holding a large pile of napkins, which she promptly placed on the ground on the center of the balcony.

“Seymour…” Boleyn said warningly when the beheaded queen pulled out a lighter.

Seymour groaned, flicking her signature lighter. “Come on, Bo-loser! I need to relax a bit!”

“You can do that without arson.” Boleyn grumbled, eyes narrowed.

Seymour studied her for a moment. “Don’t you ever wanna go apeshit miss uptight? Your counterpart does!”

Boleyn sighed. “I’ve told you before, nuisance. We are not our counterparts, in personality at any rate. It’s all—!”

Seymour waved her off. “Timeline bullshit, yeah I know. Other me is basically their fucking mom. Just let me light this shit up!”

“No.”

A beat of music started from inside and Seymour grinned widely, taking a step towards Boleyn. The beat paused for a moment. Seymour flicked her lighter, followed by Boleyn pushing her glasses up.

“Right here, right now. I put the offer out!” Seymour began to sing, causing Boleyn to roll her eyes.

“I don’t want to chase you down! I know you see it.” Seymour gave a wicked grin as she placed a hand on Boleyn’s shoulder. It was quickly brushed off.

Seymour didn’t seem bothered. “You run with me, and I can cut you free!” She grabbed a napkin, lighting the edge on fire.

Only to drop it and stomp it out under Boleyn’s stone gaze. “Out of the drudgery and walls you keep in!”

Seymour reached up quickly to tug Boleyn’s tie from it’s neat, tucked position. “So trade that typical, for something colorful!” Boleyn hissed and quickly moved to fix it.

Seymour didn’t seem to notice Boleyn’s gaze as she snapped one of her suspenders and flicked the lighter again. “And if it’s crazy then live a little crazy!”

Seymour stepped back, spreading her arms. “You can play it sensible, queen of conventional…” She flicked the lighter wide, letting the flame shine. “Or you can risk it all and see!”

Seymour was quickly moving to set the napkins on fire and Boleyn lunged for her. “Don’t you wanna get away from the same old, part you gotta play?!”

“Cause I’ve got what you need, so come with me and take the ride, it’ll take you to the other side!” Seymour laughed between her singing as she kept back, pulling the lighter away from Boleyn.

“Cause you can do like you do, or you can do like me!” Seymour danced away from Boleyn.

“Stay in the cage or you’ll finally take the key!” She closed her eyes and held the lighter up into the air.

“Oh, damn!” Seymour glared as Anne finally took the lighter from her hand. “Suddenly you’re free to fly! It’ll take you to the other side!”

Boleyn snorted, holding the lighter away from Seymour. Other side? A world of burning items to escape pain? She didn’t need that. (She would forever deny how appealing the idea felt.)

“Okay, my friend… you wanna cut me in?” Boleyn sang in a huff. Seymour growled, trying to take the lighter back again.

Boleyn simply pulled it to her chest, giving Seymour a glare. “Well I hate to tell you but it just won’t happen.”

Boleyn turned away from her, she counted her steps, stopping at six and not turning back to meet Seymour’s eyes. “So thanks, but no. I think I’m good to go, I quite enjoy the life you say I’m trapped in!”

She spun on heel now to stare Seymour in the eye. “Now, I don’t hate you and that whole show we do. We’re onto something, really it’s something!” Seymour burst out a mocking laugh at the lines.

Boleyn flicked the lighter, staring at the flame for a long moment. “But I like to think I’m sane, not burning away my pain.”

Boleyn tilted her head, giving Seymour a challenging glare. “I’ll have to leave that up to you!”

Boleyn walked up to Seymour, pointing a finger at her chest. “Don’t you know that I’m okay? With this uptown part I get to play!” Seymour didn’t back down.

Boleyn let out a bitter laugh, gaze turning to the sky as a tear fell down her cheek. “Because I’ve got what I need and I don’t want to take the ride! I don’t need to see the other side!”

“So go and do like you do, I’m good to do like me!” Boleyn dropped the lighter back into Seymour’s hand, earning her a raised eyebrow.

“Ain’t in a cage, so I don’t need to take some key!” Boleyn walked back to the doors leading inside, giving Seymour a wave over her shoulder.

“Oh, damn! Can’t you see I’m doing fine?!” Boleyn couldn’t help but practically snarl as she reached forward to rest her hands on the door handle. “I don’t need to see your other side…”

Seymour huffed, keeping her gaze on Boleyn’s back as the music slowed. “Now is this really how you’d like to spend your days? Whiskey and misery… books and your brain?”

Boleyn let out a bitter laugh at that. “If I got mixed up with you, I’d be the talk of the house. Disgraced and irrational, another one of you clowns!”

Seymour smirked knowingly. “But you would finally live a little, finally laugh a little… just let me give you the freedom to dream and it’ll wake you up and cure your aching.” Seymour noticed Boleyn glancing back over her shoulder and flicked the lighter open, letting the little flame dance to life. “Take your walls and start ‘em breaking! Now… that’s a deal that seems worth taking…” Seymour shrugged, half turning back to the pile of napkins. “But I guess I’ll leave that up to you…”

Boleyn turned around fully, giving Seymour a calculating stare as she adjusted her glasses. “Well it’s intriguing… but to do this they could call me crazy. So what would I get out of your fire making?”

Seymour’s grin widened. Boleyn was considering this? “Fair enough, you wouldn’t want to be one of us cretins! You could get excitement, we can strike a fuse and make it happen!”

“I wasn’t born this morning! Danger is just waiting to happen!”

“Then why not just go ahead and walk inside?” Seymour asked challengingly. “You want some happiness, don’t deny!”

“Craziness!”

“I’d say control!”

“Insane!”

“Maybe jail…”

“Escape.” Both of them froze, staring at each other for a long moment as the music died off before coming back.

Seymour grinned and Boleyn let out a hum as she walked away from the door, curiosity in her eyes.

Both of them began to sing together as Seymour held out the lighter and napkin. Boleyn took them and set the napkin on fire quickly as the music burst to life again.

“Don’t you wanna get away to a whole new part you’re gonna play!” Boleyn threw the napkin onto the rest and Seymour grinned widely in anticipation.

“Cause I got what you need, so come with me and take the ride!” Seymour sang out, throwing one arm around Boleyn and gesturing the other to the fire they had made.

“To the other side!” Boleyn stared at the fire, captivated as the other napkins quickly caught ablaze.

“So if you do like I do, so if you do like me!” Seymour chuckled at the stare on Boleyn’s face.

“Forget the cage, because we know how to make the key!” Both sang together. Realization sparked in Boleyn’s eyes and she was swiftly unbuttoning and shrugging her blazer off.

“Oh, damn!” Seymour took the offered blazer eagerly. “Suddenly we’re free to fly!”

“We’re going to the other side!” The blazer was thrown in the fire, only making it grow bigger.

“So if you do like I do!” No one inside seemed to notice the fire burning bright out on the balcony.

“To the other side!”

“So if you do like me!”

“We’re going to the other side!”

“Cause if we do we’re going to the other side!”

“We’re going to the other side!” Both of them finished as the music came to an abrupt stop. They watched the fire that crackled in front of them, enthralled.

Seymour spoke after a long moment. “Doesn’t it feel good?”

Boleyn let out a deep breath. “Yes… it feels…” she trailed off.

Seymour smirked knowingly. “Like you’re in control? Like you're more powerful than he ever was?”

“... yes.”

S!Catalina needed them to go get something right before/after the show, meaning they had to go in costume (several people stared at them, especially with the antics they got up to). S!Anne wants be anywhere else: