peachypede

[peachypede]

When you’re at a sleepover with a cute girl and you want to impress her despite not smoking a day in your life and also have a very sensitive tummy :((

Cleo belongs to @astererer

#oc pecha #girl failure 😞 #Pecha will do anything for a cute girl #Pecha x Cleo

[peachypede]

Pecha's taste (and my taste) in men is awful

Holt belongs to @r0-boat. im just obsessed with him haha

#oc pecha #Holt x Pecha #peachy draws

[peachypede]

Hat swap 💜❤️

Transcript in case you can't read my writing

Laventon: And then! The best thing about starly is - oh! Am I rambling too much?

Roseli: Ah. No. I like your talking. My ears are just cold.

#reblog because they’re cute

[peachypede]

“May I please draw your OC?”

Reblog this message if you encourage anyone that wants to draw your OC to do so.  No need to ask for permission in advance.

Go for it.  Draw my OC.  If you want, I’ll even give you reference posts.  Go to town on it.

You are welcome to draw my OC and surprise me with the result.  Seriously.  In fact, I encourage it.  I will proudly display whatever it is you submit to me regarding my OC.  There is a chance that I will squeal about it for several days.

Even if you feel you aren’t good at whatever artistic adventure it is you do, please feel free to submit it to me.  I want to see what you have done.

#yes pls

[peachypede]

Barn owl harpy man who @r0-boat made me fall in love with in the commission that was Holt x Pecha

He’s now like a shared custody oc between me and r0 lol? His name is Apollo. All he wanted to do was love Pecha, but it’s too bad she’s afraid of birds :((

#peachy draws #oc apollo

[peachypede]

Beauty and the Red Beast

OC Pecha x Holt

Pecha belongs to @peachypede! Thank you so much for commissioning this writing :)

I hope you like it!

Sfw

Wc: 1.3k

Holt's farm was unique. Usually, farmers had their property spanning for miles on a flat plane. But Holt's property is still very large. His property only extends outward into a densely wooded area.

Pecha has only seen Holt go beyond its trees when he tells her he is going for a smoke late in the evening every day since the hybrids and animals stay clear of that part of the farm: the wrestling trees and vastness of the wilderness entrenched the women.

Her duties were finished, and her boss left the property for groceries and farming supplies.

With boredom stirring within, she makes her way to the edge of the property. A fence separated the forest from familiarity.

Her heart skips a beat, remembering her childhood years, looking for wild edible berries, mushrooms, nuts, and veggies!

Having never been to this place before, who knows what she could find?

With that, the brown-haired girl hopped the fence.

Walking into the forest without a second thought.

She felt the cool autumn breeze in her hair. She danced underneath the tree canopies, feeling the soft, fertile soil beneath her boots along with gentle crunches of the fallen leaves. It was around the perfect time to find mushrooms, as the soil was ripe with nutrients and dead plant matter. Pecha journeyed far enough before she started to look, her eyes wide with wonder, looking at the bark under leaves in logs. She had heard that even the residents stay clear of the forest. It was out of season for game hunting.

Mushrooms and wild berries she'd only seen in books growing wildly, abundantly, and beautifully. From thorny blackberries to ripened blueberries, tiny puffball mushrooms. She should have brought her basket! When she turned around, she saw a vast puffball mushroom. Her mouth hung open in awe before smiling wide. Despite not having a basket, she was sure that she could bring it all home.

"I could make dinner with this!"

She murmured. She could use the leftover meat and vegetables they've kept from the farm to make a mushroom stew.

She touched the puffball mushroom, preparing to pull it until She heard the wrestling of the trees, then the flapping of feathers.

Pecha stopped dead in her tracks as she felt a presence. A shadowy silhouette casted on the ground before her, showing a figure with giant wings, a sight that made her hair stand on end.

"Hello, human girl. What are you doing in the forest all by yourself?" A voice melodic yet sinister.

Pecha slowly turned her head; her heart stopped.

A hybrid. Brown and white feathers covering its masculine body. His piercing eyes glow a faint gold in the setting sun are that of an owl as he stares Pecha down like prey. Its skin is porcelain white, decorated with brown feathers. With a grin full of sharp teeth.

Pecha was frozen, her hands shaking. The owl's heartbeat, which towered over the cowering woman, expanded his brown wings, blocking out any light as he inspected the human girl beneath him.

"Where is your mate dear?"

He purred. He reaches out to touch her. His human hands looked more like talons, his claws sharp and monstrous, coming closer to her face. Pecha, stricken with fear to even speak, could only muster a whimper as she tilted her head away, her eyes screwed shut, tears forming in her eyes when she felt the gentle caress of the creature.

"Do you not have one?" The creature speaks again; his smile widens. His talons scratch into the tree bark as he practically pins her to the ground; his other hand on Pecha's cheek moves to her quivering lip and chin.

"Then I shall be a good-"

He rotates his head, and a red blur tackles him to the ground. A giant red wolf pins his wings, holding the harpy to the ground.

The owl harpy screeches in pain, feeling the wolf's cause to dig into its delicate wings. Before He could bear its teeth at the hybrid's throat. The harpy swings its talons into the Red Wolf, cutting deep. Holt held in pain, his grip loosening for the heartbeat to escape. Its wing hurt, bleeding but not broken, as he took off to the sky, flying as fast as he could away from the human girl and the werewolf.

Pecha was covering her ears, burying her head in between her legs as she curled herself against the tree.

Holt nudges his nose against the poor girl. He rolls his tongue across her forehead to get her attention. Pecha's eyes, red from crying, looked up into his eyes; when she looked up at him, she was no longer scared, looking at the beast in awe. Looking deep into his eyes, she knew who it was. She wasn't afraid. How could she be? After he had just saved her life.

Holt licks her tears away before wincing in pain, his brown, red fur stained with more red on his belly, his fur soaked with blood. Pecha's eyes widen, looking at the gash wound across his stomach.

"Oh no, that looks bad." She says.

Holt was confused…

She didn't look scared, or terrified, or even disgusted. Instead, Pecha patted his head, caressed his cheek, and even played with his ears with a little smile.

Taking a handful of her clothing and ripping it, using it as cloth, She presses it against the wound. Holt grumbled, his tail thumping on the ground. It's stung, but he's been through worse. Holt wasn't even sure why he was letting Pecha touch him. But he knew that he didn't want her to stop.

"Thank you for saving my life, Holt." Pecha smiled. She wanted to wrap his arms around him, but that would only hurt him.

The wolf's eyes widened.

How did she-?!

And why wasn't she scared??

Holt spent all of his life hiding and being a monster. Now, here is this girl that he hired for cheap work, booping his nose, petting him like he were a dog. Her clothing is now ruined as she tries to stop the bleeding on his stomach as she tries to look for other wounds on his big body.

The clothes on her back were all she had, but it was enough to get the wound at least somewhat wrapped up or for it to stop bleeding enough for her to bring him back to the farm.

#ehehe #EHEHEHE #Holt x Pecha #i love it so muchhh #Holt is like the first wolf humans tamed lmao #doesn’t know why he likes it but he likes it #rip Apollo just wanted to love her #too bad Pecha is terrified of birds

[peachypede]

Can’t help it.

I want Pecha to be whisked away by bird man despite her being afraid of birds

*is writing a commission for a friend*

*makes a random hybrid owl character so Holt can save them*

*starts simping for the owl man instead*

Owl man > holt

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[peachypede]

People liking your personal OCs is still such a crazy feeling, I've been doing this for years and ppl asking about them still fills my entire heart with warmth and idk how to handle it

You enjoy this fictional guy I made up for fun?? Whose only content is random artwork or writing made by me and a handful of other artists at most? They have no show/book/game with a large fandom, it's just one person with an art blog?? I love u

#fr

[peachypede]

Pecha as an earth pony ❤️

#oc pecha #mip fim oc

[peachypede]

Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again? 😏

I do 👉🏻👈🏻

But maybe walk by again just in case

#anon ask

[peachypede]

(with so much rizz)

I have been rizzed

#shot through the heart

[peachypede]

#i already know calhoun is gonna be an earth pony

[peachypede]

Kinda wanna design some ponies off my ocs…

[peachypede]

Permission to rizz given!!

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

Please what?

Use your words.

#pulling out the mom voice lol #anon asks

[peachypede]

On a scale of 1-americs how free are you tonight bbygorl (with RIZZ)

#for you anytime and day #my platonic beloved #anon asks #(i know who this is though lol)

[peachypede]

*bats eyelashes at you*

Rizz? May I rizz you?

Maybeeeee

#*twirls hair* #anon ask

[peachypede]

Ughhh I wanna be back into Pokemon but I am so burnt out from it I guess…I keep thinking I’m back in but then my brain just won’t.

It just sucks loosing my happy brain feelings from it. I’m in the weird space of being between hyperfixations