#and able to *actually* be hoovs friend

[thisisntreaver]

Thinking about how Whisper is so determined to prove herself to her brother and one up you she is literally willing to ruin her reputation. You're her biggest rival literally because one time you beat her while sparring in front of her brother. Thunder is the most important person in her life, and she just wants his approval which he continously refuses to give her. It doesn't matter how bad it makes her look. Like if you choose to protect the greatwood orchard, she'll go against it just because she sees you took it. She literally says that.

Whisper leaving Albion, away from Thunder who barely acknowledges her after she begins training. Away from you who is not only her friend, but her main rival, and biggest reminder of her mistakes, is really the best decision she could have made. And its really the only one we see her mke for herself.

#fable #fable whisper #whisper fable #thunder fable #fable thunder #hero of oakvale #I'm not the biggest whisper fan #but i do think her arc is pretty good #albions a bad place for her; it makes her a worse person because she plays into so many of her worst aspects #just to try abd earn her brothers love #and I don't think its even really that Thunder doesn't love her #i think hes just to into himself and his own issues and trying to make lady grey love him #that he lets Whisper fall to the wayside #and i don't think even realizes until its to late #We don't even know if they keep in touch after #i like to believe post game she comes back to Albion #more self assured and her own woman and firmly cemented in who she is as a hero and no longer needing her brothers approval #and able to *actually* be hoovs friend

[skyscrapergods]

Do Cadence or Twilight ever regret not being able to gift Shining Armor with ascension like them or are they happy he was able to live out his normal life without becoming a god?

Not everyone is mentally suited to immortality. And this time, they actually asked first instead of doing an immortality jumpscare.

Cadance and Twilight didn't get a choice. Ascension was thrust upon them by Celestia. They had to come to terms with it after the fact, realizing they would outlive all their friends and have the responsibility of an entire force of nature in their hooves. They would watch countries rise and fall, see extinctions and new ways of living. Strange technology and customs, and slowly feel their life elongating until it was beyond mortal comprehension. An alicorn has to be ok with this. And alicorn should want this. It's a gift as much as a curse.

Shining Armor cares about the ponies in his life. He knows they will miss him, he will miss them as well. But he wants to stay among his friends, his parents, and his kingdom.

Shining armor said no. He said I have served Equestria my entire life, and one day I will rest.

His family is made of immortal mares. They could force it upon him to ease their own hearts, to prevent their own grief... But they won't. Love and friendship know more about being a person than the Sun.

It is his choice. He will not be the God Prince of Protection. He will simply be Shining Armor, and consider his life well lived.

#ask #skyscraper gods #skyscraper gods lore #ssg shining armor #ssg alicorns #most people I ask say they wouldnt choose to be immortal #im one of the only people i know who says I can handle it #and i would want it #its about knowing if you can find the joy in newness enough to burden yourself with the pain of loss #including loss of yourself

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

First Gift: Chaggie

Chaggie Week of First: Day 5

Charlie: Oh, Vaaaaggiiiiiieee!~

Vaggie: Charlie, if you bought me another anything, I'm returning it. I appreciate the help, but I'm starting to feel like a leach.

Charlie: (rocks on her feet back and forth awkwardly while holding something behind her back) Well.... it isn't bought.

Vaggie: (eye widens slightly as she blinks in confusion) ...Okay?

Charlie: (holds up a piece of macaroni art) Ta-da! I made this for you!

Vaggie: (takes the piece carefully) You made this?

Charlie: (bashfully as she taps her hooves) I... uh... know it's a bit childish, but I wanted to give you something to show you how much you mean to me... (blushes harder) As A Friend!!! Best Friend!!!

Vaggie: (looks at the crude macaroni artwork of what looks like Charlie and herself drawn in front of a giant, castle like building that has "Happy Hotel" written on the sign) Charlie... this isn't... well, okay, it's a little childish, but it's you. It's adorable. Thank you.

Charlie: (clasps her hands together with sparkles in her eyes) You really like it?! You're not just saying that?

Vaggie: Mmhmm. And I actually have something for you too. Just a sec. (places the art piece on her wall with a thumbtack and pulls a glittery rainbow binder out from underneath her bed along with a bag filled with craft supplies) I'm glad I was able to scrounge up some money to get you these. I figured you could use it to start organizing your thoughts for that rehabilitation hotel.

Charlie: (gasps and takes the gift with tears in her eyes as snot starts to drip from her nose) Vaaaaagggggggiiiiiiiie.... This is *sniff* the sweetest *sniiiiiiiffffff* gift *snort* anyone's ever given meeeeeeeee.

Vaggie: I take it you like it?

Charlie: (cradling the supplies to her chest like they're a stray kitten she found on the sidewalk) Thank you!

#chaggie #chaggie week of firsts #day 5 #gifts #charlie morningstar #vaggie #i felt like everyone was going to do charlie giving vaggie her ribbon or eyepatch and wanted to do something different #chaggiefirsts

[arson4kids]

Look for me.

Ellie X Ghost!Reader (kinda.)

WC: 974

Approx. read time: ~7.5 minutes

A/N: I don't typically write things like this, go easy on me lol. I know this was more focused on you than it was her, but i'm just trying to build some plot here y'all.

WARNINGS: Depictions of death, swearing, themes that people may find disturbing(?), depictions of blood, eventual smut, reader and ellie weren't exactly friends, reader lowkey being a stalker ??, ideas used and borrowed from a24's "talk to me", reader isn't exactly masc or fem. (lmk if i missed any)

Synopsis: After your sudden and honestly rather untimely death at the hands of a freak accident, you find yourself going after the one person you knew would believe you were there. The question is, when will she catch you?

note: please keep in mind i wrote this for fun, therefore this isn't the best. this part is for plot building only.

(NOT PROOF READ)

The heat was getting to you today. It was hot unlike any other day before now. It made you feel lazy, making you perfectly unaware of your surroundings as you sat underneath a tree in a ditch effort to cool off. Considering you worked on a ranch this probably wasn't the best idea. As you closed your eyes and leaned your head against the tree, you didn't see the horse hop the fence. You didn't hear your friend desperately calling for you to get out of the way. Hell, you barely noticed the sound of the horse barreling towards you until it was too late. It was just a flash of fur and flying hooves before everything went black. The last things you heard before you ultimate death were the cries of fear from the people around you, the sounds of people running back and forth, the dialing of someone's phone. You didn't exactly know what happened but you knew where it was leading you.

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You didn't exactly know what to expect from death. Heaven? Hell? A dark abyss? A never-ending cycle of life ahead of you? Nothing could have prepared you for what actually happened. As soon as your head cleared from the strange fog surrounding it, you sat back up in the same field. The same goddamn ranch you could have sworn you just died at. Everything seemed fine until you noticed it. It, of course, being your own body. Bloody and lifeless, being loaded onto a stretcher as your mother cried helplessly on the sidelines. The only person that wasn't in complete hysterics was the stable hand. You thought her name was Ellie, but you couldn't really remember. You two always got along but never really considered each other as friends. But, you were coworkers. You weren't there to hold hands and sing kumbaya. She was the last thing on your mind right now. What the hell had you just watched? If that was your body...did that seriously mean you were a ghost? This was utterly ridiculous. You didn't even believe in ghosts. But here you were. Living proof that ghosts in fact were a thing. Who would even be able to know you were still here? Were there even things people could actually use to talk to you? Your head was swimming with these thoughts as you watched the chaos unfold in front of you. If only you had paid any sort of attention.

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It had now been months since your little accident and you were bored out of your mind. You hung around the ranch to no avail. You were desperate to get someone's, anyone's attention. You knocked over hay, tangled bridles, even let some of the cows loose in the middle of the night yet nobody ever thought to suspect a ghost. Well, everyone except for Ellie. Whenever you stood by her you knew she sensed you. Her hairs would stand on end, her body becoming tense as soon as you drew closer. Bingo. She was your way back in. Your original plan was to just follow her home and get her attention...but of course you went off track just a little bit. You were so damn bored that you thought it was only fair to mess with her a bit. You started small, simply hiding her phone on occasion or turning the lights off before she reached them. But you felt such a sick thrill whenever she went pale or looked around for whoever was messing with her. You just had to keep going. You went from playing around to straight up tormenting her within a week. You watched her from the moment she got up to the moment she went to sleep. She felt your eyes on her wherever she went and it made her feel crazy. She knew something was there, but what? She didn't know what to do with herself anymore. Each trick you played, each scare you gave her drove her farther off the edge. Sure, you felt a little bad when you saw her up late at night curled up in her blankets like a child but it didn't out weight the satisfaction you got from watching her shake and scream. This was much to Ellie's dismay. She was determined to end this once and for all.

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You never expected her to get smart with you. To wake up and realize she could easily contact you if she tried. That's why you felt this creeping suspicion growing in your heart one evening as Ellie sat down at her coffee table with a...ceramic hand? You felt oddly drawn to it. It was so out of character for her to be bringing in such a weird object out of the blue like this. What the hell was she going to do with it? Shake its hand? You narrowed your eyes as she laced her fingers with the pale white ones of object.

"Talk to me."

She murmured, her grip tightening on the hand as she did. Much to your amusement, as she spoke, it was almost as if the hand was beckoning you closer to it. You inched closer to the table. For all Ellie knew, this thing was just a hoax. She let out an annoyed sigh, unlocking her fingers from the hand.

"Fucking kids, selling me random shit they probably made in their backyard."

You couldn't help but chuckle at her attitude. She bought this from some child because she thought she was going crazy? This was too good. You couldn't just let her leave now. You had to prove to her that she was in fact going crazy. You set your hand down on the ceramic one. As soon as you did, Ellie's eyes widened. She could finally see you. What's worse, she even recognized you.

"...It's you."

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#ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie x reader #tlou #tlou2 #wip #paranormal #the last of us part two #ellie x y/n #ellie x you #multiple part series #drabble #idfk what to tag this

[a-local-idiots-shitpost]

Mc is an actual Sheep

Full Title the would be to long: Mc is an actual Sheep not a Human turned in to a Sheep just instead of a Human those geniuses just choose a Sheep

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Lucifer:

he does not believe that you are a simple Sheep from the Human world

there is something menacing behind your eyes which does not belong to anything of Human origin

which is later proven because you keep trying to run him over just for fun

at least he doesn´t have to find someone to protect you

because you keep trying to fight Demons and for some reason they are really scared of some tiny pink Sheep

actually the answer is easy because you are a horrible menace and attack anyone that looks at you funny

but you do keep trying to cuddle with him when it´s cold

which does make him like you more and he is willing to forgive some of your actions

Mammon:

he immediately tries to use you to scam others

it did not work and ended up with Mammon getting run over by a bunch of Devil Sheeps

but you´re also a very talented Sheep because you still managed to get into a pact with Mammon

no one knows how you did it because you didn´t get Goldie

which was a lie you just refused to get it back and to get a pact you just ate his jackets and only stopped when he agreed

despite this somewhat rocky start both of you managed to be friends

he also uses you as a pillow on occasions

Leviathan:

he immediately taught you how to play games

and will be very surprised when you know how to play games

he will still call you a Normie:(

but everything is good because you came after his ankles and the only reason you stopped was because he hid somewhere higher up and you got bored

for some reason you still got through with the quiz despite you being a Sheep and not able to speak the Human language

for some reason you won without cheating

Levi lost immediately and got dragged around on the ground because his pants looked good enough to eat

Satan:

he loves you because he´s a menace towards Lucifer and you are a menace towards Lucifer which immediately makes him like you

you also tried to eat Lucifer´s clothes which also was something Satan liked

he wanted to make a pact with you to help in annoying Lucifer

and lost it when you said no

but only for a moment because you headbutted him somehow and he magically got knocked out

lucky for you he wasn´t angry at you for it and he allowed you to chill in his room

but you both are still menaces and ruin Lucifer live for fun

Asmodeus:

he tried to put a bunch of bows on you

and he got bitten

he pretty much kept his distance from you most of the time and your habit of eating clothes doesn´t help

either you would kill him when he get´s near you or if you somehow got your hooves on his wardrobe they would have lamb chops

after some time you just forgot why you wanted to kill Asmo and allowed to let him close without biting

and he fell just as quickly in love with you

since that day the only thing besides Asmo on his Devilgram is their weird Sheep and how cute/terrifying it is

Beelzebub:

he tried to eat you once and since than you were the one attempting to eat him and nearly succeeded multiple times

he tries to calm you down with different foods or other offerings

you don´t like him but you stopped trying to eat him, which is a good thing

but he did befriend you one day

he also feed you Demon ones, he thought you deserved to try it and it might cause you to hunt more Demons so the would leave you alone

needless to say Lucifer did not appreciate the fact that they now have a murderous Sheep that likes the taste of Demon

Belphegor:

he already knows what you are capable of and didn´t even try anything

but by the way you are watching him you know what he was planing

but maybe it was just because you tried to eat him

but no one believed him despite everything pointing towards the little Pink Sheep that already ate a Demon before

he isn´t scared enough of you to not use you a pillow though

and you´re really comfy so if it turns out you killed him in his sleep he can life with it

#obey me #obey me! #obey me shall we date #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #obey me brothers #obey me lucifer #lucifer avatar of pride #mammon avatar of greed #obey me mammon #leviathan avatar of envy #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #satan avatar of wrath #asmodeus avatar of lust #obey me asmodeus #beelzebub avatar of gluttony #obey me beelzebub #belphegor avatar of sloth #obey me belphegor

[horsesarecreatures]

are mustangs a native or invasive species? do you think they should be rounded up?

I think it would be overly conclusory to say either at this point. As far as I know, there haven't been any radio carboned equine remains that show they survived through the ice age in North America. There is some evidence that shows they survived later than what was originally thought though, and were also in the West before the Pueblo Rebellion, which was when many white people thought they were introduced there.

But if they are not native, it would be a mistake to automatically conclude that they are invasive because there is also a lot of new evidence that shows that they are ecosystem engineers. "Invasive" implies a species that causes ecological harm to a new area, but several studies done on wild horses and burros in the Western US show some positive impacts. The ones that I know of are:

Equids engineer desert water availability - this study was done in the Sonoran desert in AZ and showed that equine dug wells increased biodiversity in the surrounding areas by 64%, and often were the only water sources. The researchers concluded "that equids, even those that are introduced or feral, are able to buffer water availability, which may increase resilience to ongoing human-caused aridification.”

Impact Of Wild Horses On Wilderness Landscape And Wildfire - this was done in Northern California to push back on claims made by the BLM that wild horses had a negative impact on the ecosystem and had no predators. It found that horses degraded land less than some of the even-toed ungulates because their hooves are not sharp and pointed like theirs. The riparian ecosystems in the area of study were not permanently damaged by horses because predators prevented them from staying long, and their predators included coyotes, mountain lions, and bears for foals, and bears and mountain lions for adults. Additionally, by eating dry grass the horses reduced the fuel load in the area, and likely prevented a branch that fell and ignited after being hit by lightening from causing a wildfire.

A roundup in the Ash Meadows Reserve in Nevada caused a population of critically endangered pupfish to go extinct - this was cited by the first study mentioned. Once the equines were removed from the area, the riparian habitat became choked by vegetation, a whole population of pupfish died as a result.

To me what these studies suggest is that native or not, the mustangs and burros are filling a distinct role that was not taken on by another native species if their ancestors did go extinct. I don't think the BLM has properly taken this into account in their Appropriate Management Level assessments, though courts tend to give them so much deference as a federal agency that I don't think any have found that they actually violated National Environmental Policy Act. Under NEPA, the BLM is supposed to consider all reasonable alternatives when making environmental impact statement and assessment proposals. I think these studies show that livestock reduction and predator re-introduction should be considered as reasonable alternatives before roundups given the immense cost of roundups and lack of permanent improvement of the range after them, but the BLM has given reasons not to try these options such as "the horses don't have predators in this area" or " it doesn't conform to the current multiple use land management plans." The courts usually accept these reasons as valid. See Friends of Animals v. Silvey.

#mustangs #wild horses #feral horses #horses #equines #burros

[jean-vi]

Lie To Me | Levi x Reader

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader Inspiration:  “Chizu ni nai basho e yume wo hasete / Shiharau no wa Risiko der Freiheit” - Jiyuu No Daishou by Linked Horizon Summary: Facing the female titan, you find yourself in a sticky position. Genre: Angst, Fluff (?) Warnings: Major Character Injury, Spoilers for Season 1 of SNK, Most events that occur in this work do not actually occur in the season, but the context is a spoiler. WC: 4.3K A/N: I have been writing fanfic on here for a while under @tae-cup but this is my first AOT Fic. I hope it reads well :) Other: Masterlist

Part 2

    You didn’t think you’d ever get used to riding horses for hours at a time. You understood, fundamentally, that they kept you alive when you were outside the walls, but at the same time, you really did not enjoy the constant jolting. It was truly a beautiful day to be outside, no doubt about it, but maybe this was…a little too outside for comfort. The walls had been your home for many years until you joined the Scout regiment. To be completely honest, it had been a bit of a rash choice, a sort of rebellion against the Military Police that terrorized your family. 

    Your hands gripped the reins with uncertainty. The first time you’d left the walls, all those years ago, you’d been excited. The world felt fresh and new. Now the sky felt like a rotten apple and the people were all the same: excited or nervous recruits and down-trodden experienced soldiers alike. One person caught your eye though. 

    You looked up from the reins to view the people in front of you. Squad Levi. You were a relatively new addition. You were the newest member until the nuisance known as Eren Jaeger joined. It wasn’t that he was particularly annoying, although sometimes his shouting and monologues about freedom did grate on your ears, it was more that he injured himself a lot. You understood the basic fundamentals of his abilities, like being able to heal considerably quicker than a normal human, and regrowing whole limbs wasn’t out of the question either. Being the designated medic, not by choice, you had made a name for yourself by chasing after any squad members who had the slightest ailment. Eren Jaeger? Well, he had lots of them, and it was considerably more draining. 

    The others had laughed and thanked Eren for keeping you off their backs. That was only a few weeks ago. Now, here you were. There was always a grimness to the air on these missions. The usually lively squad was dead silent. The beating hooves of the horses pierced the air. It was too quiet, too calm. 

    Your eyes roved from person to person. You were taking the rear with Eren in front of you. He was just a kid, but he had the stare of someone much older. Next was Petra. She was always a good friend to you. Her smiles and determination brought light into this serious squad. You finally rested your eyes on Captain Levi. 

    At this moment in time, you were having trouble remembering why you were chosen for this team. Still, he had trust in you and so you would have faith in him in return. It was a mutual sort of arrangement. Going into the Scout regiment, you had known some basic first aid. It was a skill taught by your mother. After hearing about your unwavering interest in the Scout Regiment, she had insisted on teaching you the basics. 

    “You can’t stop me.” You hissed. 

    “I know.” Your mother sagged in defeat. “I know you have this–this anger deep inside. I just don’t want you to go into this mess unprepared.” She took your hand and held it firmly. “Let me teach you what I know. I may only be a midwife and I may not be of use to you, but I want you to be of use to others.” 

    You sat down at the dining table and waited as she fetched her bag of tools. 

“And another thing, sweetie,” she whispered as she drew out the needle and thread, “make yourself important, irreplaceable.” 

    A red flare went off, somewhere to your right. A return green flare to your left. 

    “Captain.” Eld called out and the Captain glanced at the flares. 

    “Petra, fire the flare.” He said simply. 

    “Yes, Captain!” The woman responded quickly and sent off the green flare. 

    Well, things were getting interesting. There was already a titan so close. It was a little unnerving. You’d seen scouting missions fall apart before and you really did want this to be the exception. Defeat after defeat. The wounds dragged on. Another set of hoofs joined the marching beat. 

    “Captain Levi, a message!” The new girl shouted as she sidled up to the right of your squad. You observed her carefully. She seemed shaken, but not harmed. The girl was sweating and her hands were gripping the reins too hard to be considered relaxed. 

    “Report.” The Captain commanded. 

    “The right side scouting squads have been decimated! There are huge casualties!” The girl cried. 

    Levi seemed to think for a moment before nodding in the direction of Petra. 

    “Petra, pass on the message.” He commanded. “And thank you for the report.” He addressed the girl who nodded and fell back, racing towards the right. You saw it now; flares screeching into the sky, puffing black smoke. 

    “An abnormal this far in?” You wondered aloud and you had been with the team long enough to see the tell-tale signs of distress. Still, Levi remained a statue-like figure. His head barely turned in the direction of the flares. 

    “The formation has fallen apart. We have no choice but to divert to a more advantageous position.” Levi responded after a short pause. You then sense the shake of the new recruit ahead.

    You considered yourself pretty straight-laced and a person who was rather blunt. However, you didn’t exactly lack human compassion, which you speculated that the Captain in front did. It wasn’t that he didn’t care for human life, it was evident that he did based on his role in the regiment, but he didn’t react much to anything. This stone cold expression of his definitely paid off when you asked for his help in the medical ward. 

    “Hey.” You pulled up next to Eren. His face was downcast and his eyebrows were sinched together. “We’ll find your friends.” 

    It was a promise that was more than likely false. You had wanted to say that they would be alright, but that was certainly a lie. Eren’s expression was that of a boy who was already imagining his friends dead. You didn’t want to see those thoughts come to fruition, they were children after all, but this world was cruel in the worst ways. 

    “I told you to stop saying things like that.” Levi spoke and there was something in his vocal fry that made your heart quicken. 

    “I know, but remember what I said?” 

    The man thought for a moment and then dipped his head. “Continue.” 

    A few weeks earlier

    Levi had always been a good steady hand and a calming presence. It was probably what first drew you to asking him to assist you after missions. You felt a little guilty asking an already exhausted man to continue to work, but he had agreed. He was rather apathetic but he worked diligently. 

    “You told that man that he would be okay.” Levi seemed perplexed, truly, as he looked towards the corpse on the ground. “You shouldn’t lie to the dying, so why?”

    “I don’t know.” Was your first response. It was something you seemed to say often with the man, but this time you took a moment to ponder his question fully. “I guess when a person is forced to deal with death and the inevitable pain, they need to be told lies to keep themselves sane.” Then you took a deep breath. “In less metaphorical terms, in order to keep them on our side until the end, they need to feel secure.”

    Your hands were shaky after long missions or stressful days with lots of patients. The day was just winding down now and it was another heartbreaking loss. Less and less soldiers seemed to come back alive and intact lately. It was mentally and physically draining to care for the wounded, but for some reason, Levi kept coming back. He would hand you the needle and thread and when your eyelids began to droop, he’d finish the job for you. It wasn’t in any gentle or particularly caring way. He’d take the needle and thread, as if commanding you to sleep. But you never could sleep. You’d drift in and out of consciousness sitting on the ground nearby. Tonight was one of those nights. 

    “Get some sleep.” He said quietly as he finished and fixed your rough stitching job. It had been hurried because the soldier was bleeding quickly. Now, the table was covered in blood and you couldn’t stand looking at his disfigured body any longer. You’d saved his life, but he’d never walk again. 

    “I can’t sleep on nights like these.” You responded gruffly. You were stubborn and Levi shared this trait. 

    “I know that, but you need to be able to properly treat people tomorrow. They need your best mind.” 

    You paused and then frowned, shutting your eyes in thought. “So you save the lives of humanity by getting four hours of sleep, right?” 

    “I am here to save myself and only myself. I can get by on four hours. You, on the other hand, are stupidly trying to save the lives of all these dying soldiers. It is a pursuit that will lead you nowhere.” He snipped the thread and set his hands down on the table with a heavy sigh. You ignored his scorn for your current occupation and decided to rest your head against the cold stone.  

    “You say you’re only here to save yourself, and yet you have so little regard for your own life?” You said softly, on your way to dreamland. You heard the soft fabric of his clothes rustle and you felt his gaze slip to your face. The glance was fleeting and warm, but he remained focused on the task at hand.

    “There are some people I can not bring back. I should have died with them years ago, and although they want me to lay them to rest, I will continue to cruelly live on in their name. It is purely selfish.” He responded. 

    You thought on his words for a moment. Levi seemed the opposite of selfish to you. 

    “Some would call that selfless.” You shrugged before the night took you away.

    “My friends.” He was muttering to himself. 

    “Eren.” You tilted your head down to look him in the eyes. “Don’t worry. We will find them.” You’d probably be finding their bodies and even that would be a miracle. With how close the titan had reached, you doubted a bunch of recruits would be able to stand a chance. “And if they’re injured, you know I’ll fix them right up.” You assured further. 

    The boy looked away and you took that as your cue to fall back. Still, even if he didn’t fully believe your lie either, it was something to convince himself of. Captain Levi spared you a glance. You went back to dreaming. You day dreamed about what your life could have been like. You imagined a world where titans no longer terrorized humanity. Would you have still chosen the path of medicine if it weren’t needed for your survival? Would you have…fallen in love? Maybe a doctor or a nurse you worked with? Maybe a stranger you’d met at the market? What did all this daydreaming do you anyway. It wasn’t going to change the situation. 

    “Captain, I hear something.” Oluo shouted. 

    Levi looked behind him and, of course, everyone else followed suit. There was a thud, but it was faint and seemed so far away. In the distance, behind, was a tiny dot. It was moving at an alarming rate, though. 

    “Is that–” You started.

    “ –the abnormal?” Petra finished as you both stared in horror. 

     The Captain gave away nothing. 

    “We continue riding forward.” He insisted and you usually trusted the man but this was absurd. The forest was out of the way and more of a barrier than anything else. It just made no sense. Then it hit you. The useless ODM gear currently strapped to you would become a lethal weapon in the forest. 

    “Understood.” You replied, but you truly did understand this time. 

    “Captain! We could have saved them!” Eren screamed as the soldiers zipping through the trees were swatted out of the sky. This titan really was terrifying. You’d never seen one that looked like it before. Despite being at the back of the formation, you remained vigilant in looking straight ahead. You probably trusted a self-appointed “selfish” man far too much. 

    Eren’s exclamations were becoming more desperate. 

    “There’s another dead.” The boy cried and it did tug at the heart strings. 

    “Eren,” You began, “I work with the dead all day, every day.” You felt the listening ears of your teammates, even Levi, especially Levi. “I know their deaths were violent, but they were quick.” You continued and you heard another crunch. God, you were really sick of people dying. You could feel your eyes wetting as the slaughter continued behind you, but you refused to let tears fall. With a steely determination, you stared straight ahead. “It is much better than suffering a slow, painful, death later on a table in a strange room.” 

    “I agree.” Levi added and your eyes fell on the back of his head. He was so calm and reserved in a time where even Eld was nervous. “Cover your ears.” 

    You had just enough time to register his words and mindlessly react. 

    Bang!

    For some reason, you saw him watching you as the world exploded in light. 

    “Did we really capture it?” You asked, waiting for anyone to answer. 

     “It would appear that way.” Petra murmured. 

    “You guys leave, switch to ODM gear.” Levi instructed. “Get Eren to HQ as fast as possible.” 

    “Yes, Sir!” You all replied in unison. You unstrapped the small medical bag from your horse and wrapped it around your shoulders. 

    The Captain disappeared from sight. You switched to your ODM gear, flying from tree to tree. Everything was moving so quickly and the green of the forest hid most of the sunlight. However, a movement caught your eye. 

    “The traitor.” You heard Eren hiss. That’s when you saw them. The Scout Regiment logo felt wrong to be displayed on a traitor to humanity. 

    “Move! Move! They’re closing in!” Eld shouted and you began to weave through the trees. 

     “Gunther!” Petra screamed and you knew. You knew what happened. Fuck. You didn’t want to see the body of a person you just saw yesterday, but you needed to. You looked back and you acknowledged him. He hung lifelessly, swinging like a pendulum. 

     “Go! Go! Go!” Eld continued and you followed. It wasn’t your business for heroics. 

     Then, a flash of yellow light, like lightning striking. You couldn’t hold back a surprised scream now. Shielding your eyes, you felt your hair sizzle and the air pop. Then, like something out of your worst nightmares, the titan was there. She was fast and agile. Her movements were unlike any other titan you’d seen or killed, but you supposed this was unlike any other mission you’d been on. 

     “I’ll kill her, once and for all.” Eren screamed to Eld as he raised his hand to his mouth. 

    “Stop!” Your eyes widened and you felt breathless. “Please, just let us handle it. We’re the best, after all.” You tried to reason with him. 

     “Trust us.” Petra nodded. 

    Eren looked from you to your squad to the titan. The titan was closing in and you didn’t have much time left. 

    “Trust us.” You pleaded. If Eren transformed, it put so much at risk. You couldn’t risk him getting taken. 

    “Okay.” He finally said and you all breathed a collective sigh of relief. He turned and zipped ahead. “I trust you.”

    You watched his figure fading into the distance as you and the others began your assault. Eld moved in to distract. The wind was rushing in your ears as you positioned yourself on a tree. You didn’t have quite the kill count as the others, but you understood the basics. Petra and Oluo sliced into the titan’s eyes, causing the monster to stumble back into the tree. 

    “It’s protecting its nape!” You shouted and you flew in to join the fray. You hooked onto its ligaments and began slicing. The tendons in the arms were gone and the shield on her nape dropped. You hesitated to celebrate as the others looked on in victory. They wanted the killing blow. 

    After seeing and hearing the cries of all those soldiers she’d killed, you wanted to slaughter her too. You could feel their pain fueling you to push on, even as your gut began to sink. It was just too easy. 

    “Strike the neck, now!” Eld yelled his war cry and you hooked onto her nape to join him. The female titan lunged. You pulled back with a scream, but Eld was already bit in two. Blood began to stain the grass. No. 

    “Eld!” You screeched. You watched as his body fell. No medical miracle could bring that back to life. You frantically turned to the others. “We need to regroup!” 

    “It’s–It’s impossible.” Petra was muttering as she flew away from the titan. “It’s only been 30 seconds or so. That’s just not–” 

    “Petra!” Oluo warned, but it was too late. Blood splattered on a tree. 

    “No, no, no.” You whispered as you retreated. 

    “I’ll kill you.” Oluo went in for the exposed nape. Your eyes widened. 

    “Wait! Stop!” You shouted, but it didn’t matter. You’d never seen a human kicked that hard or that far, but Oluo was gone on impact, you knew that from the sickening crunch. There was no way. All of squad Levi? Gone? 

    You landed on the grass. You felt numb as you stared into the face of the titan. Falling to your knees, you looked up to the sky, past where her form blocked the sun. Maybe, in this giant forest, it wouldn’t be such a bad place to die. You’d be with your comrades. You dropped your medical bag and accepted this fate. The female titan stared down at you and then her hand was wrapped around your body. Her grip was so tight, you felt your bones cracking like sticks and now you screamed in agony. 

    “You killed them!” You were a mess. Tears were running down your face and now you couldn’t breathe. You came face to face with the female titan. Her hair covered her blind eye. 

    A blinding light and Eren had abandoned the plan. You felt the pressure on your body ease up and then suddenly, you were falling. You had no time to grapple to any trees. You just plummeted to the ground. 

     The air left your lungs and every breath, every movement, every shake of the ground, hurt. On a scale of 1 to 10? This was a 10. The two titans were fighting and their rumbling moved farther away. You almost wanted to thank Eren. Now, you’d be able to die in peace. 

    Captain Levi. 

    The whole squad was wiped out in one go. You didn’t have it in you to sit up, so you lay with your back tucked between the grasses. It wasn’t long after the explosion of light that you noticed a familiar figure flying through the trees. 

    Levi had come to a stop above Petra’s body. You were in blinding pain, but you needed to get his attention before he left. 

    “Captain.” You choked out, but for some reason, he heard you. He turned to you and jumped down from the tree. His feet landed softly next to you and he didn’t hesitate to kneel beside your body. His rough, but nimble, hands circled yours. The Captain could have said any number of things, but chose these:

    “Do you want to be saved?” It was simple. He was giving you the option to die peacefully with your comrades or be saved. You usually couldn’t read Captain Levi very well, but when you looked at his face, finally, you were taken aback. 

    Anger. His mouth, set in an ever-present line, was now tilted into a frown. His eyebrows were pushed together ever so slightly and his eyelids dropped into a killer gaze. You had wondered at his emotional capacity for years now, but with this single gaze, you understood him. You understood how he needed to protect himself from the death that surrounded him. You refused to be another comrade that he’d be haunted by at night. Looking at the sky, you realized you had a long life ahead of you. Now was not your time to die. 

    You had your answer, and it was for, just as he said, purely selfish reasons. You couldn’t muster the energy to move or speak, but your eyes slid over to your fallen medical bag. And now Levi had his answer too. You wanted to say you saw him breathe a sigh of relief, but it was probably an illusion. 

    “Don’t worry, you’ll be okay.” He parroted your blissful lie as he grabbed the bandages from the bag.

    You found the nerve to speak with that comment. “Maybe you were right. Lies don’t help the dying much. We know it’s over.” 

    “You are not ‘the dying.’” He bit back with a deadly tone. You didn’t flinch. Instead, you wanted to laugh. He finished the wrapping and sat back. “I don’t know what else to do.” He finally admitted. 

    Your gaze moved to the treetops. Everything was fading and going in and out of darkness. 

    “Nothing else you can do.” You mustered. “I’m probably bleeding internally. I’ll die before leaving this forest.” 

    “You will not.” The man said quietly and when he stood, he stared down at you with an incredulous expression. “Why do you accept your death so easily? You will survive and you will live until you are old. Do you hear me, idiot?” 

    You smiled as your eyes slid closed. “I hear you, Captain.” 

    A Few Days Later

    The last remaining member of Squad Levi. You lifted your hand gingerly and stared at the wrappings. They were clean, fresh. That must be good. You watched the dust particles filtering through the sunlight streaming in. A roof. That was a good sign. You were in a bed. Also a good sign.

    “Don’t move.” A harsh voice commanded, but your lips pulled into an easy smile. 

    “Captain, I wasn’t aware you cared so much.” 

    “Do you know how hard it is to deal with all those injured scouts when you get yourself injured?” Levi was sitting in an armchair in the corner of the room. His legs were stretched out lazily as he reclined, one hand nursing a steaming teacup. “Don’t do it again.” He took a sip. 

    “Yes, sir.” You grumbled and dropped your hand. The man got up and moved to the side of the bed, where you could see him better. 

    “We are now the only members of the Special Operations team.” 

     You tilted your head back and stared at the wooden beams. What were their last thoughts? Last sight? Probably the forest floor and trees the size of castles. That forest was littered with bodies now. It felt like a terrible nightmare. 

     “I am hardly special enough for any ‘Special Operations.’” You countered. “Why do you even want me on the team?” 

    He gave you a blank stare, which was a common occurrence. “Because you were on it before and you’re alive and breathing.” Levi reasoned. 

    “I think I should switch to being a medical helper instead, full time.” 

    “Why are you arguing with me, idiot?” He frowned. “You are a part of Squad Levi still and you always will be. That’s how it works here.” 

    “I could just get myself thrown out.” You chuckled. 

    “And I’d just argue that you stay, like last time.” 

    The conversation fell silent. Then you shifted to look out the window. “I care for this team, a lot, but there is no team left.” You sighed. “I guess that only leaves me to care for you, Captain.” 

    You heard his footsteps and he was now in front of the window, just staring at you. His usually intimidating gaze was gone. 

    “I wouldn’t have saved you if I didn’t care either.” He stated simply and leaned against the window sill. The light fell so perfectly on his face, highlighting the curve of his mouth, the sharpness of his eyes. 

    “I would have saved you, too.” You added. 

    “You would save everyone if you could.”

    “And you wouldn’t?” 

    “I save people I think I can save.” He shrugged. His grip tightened on the edge of the window. “I don’t know why I saved you. I was sure you were going to die, and maybe I should have let you.” 

    You pressed your lips together. “I’m still glad you lied to me. I will be truthful in saying that I asked you to save me for purely selfish reasons.” 

    “I guess we have that in common.” The Captain crossed his arms. Your eyes widened and he tilted his head. “Did I say something amiss?” 

    “No I–” You stopped yourself. “I just didn’t realize you cared.” 

    “If I didn’t care, why would I spend all those nights with you, fixing up the worst injuries I’ve seen?” 

    “Because you care about…human life?” 

    “Because I care about you, idiot.” He said roughly and moved to your bedside. The man took your hand in his and it was eerily reminiscent of the forest. You could almost smell the dirt. 

    “Maybe I care about you too.” You finally said and he dropped your hand. His face fell back into its usual stone-cold expression. His only acknowledgement was a dip in his head.

    “Get some rest.” He said bluntly and headed for the door.

    “You as well, Captain.” 

    He let his hand brush against the door frame for a moment and then left. A fleeting ghost. A vision. You wished you could hold onto his hand for a just a bit longer. It was nice to be in good company. 

To be continued...?

#aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin #snk #aot x reader #snk x reader #levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #fluff #angst #Spoilers: season 1 snk #Jiyuu No Daishou #Levi #Female titan

[slothspaghettiwrites]

Look @slenbee sent me a very nice centaur gif and it sent me into a wee bit of a rabbit hole. 👀

Save a Horse, Ride 'em Cowboy

Pairing: Centaur!Bucky Barnes X GN!Reader

Warnings: 🤠🤠 me in being inconsistent with everything 🤠🤠, establishing/ed relationship, a sexy pillow placement, it's a bit more... Horsy this time 😅, they fuck, fluid bonding, cumming loads, cream pies and cumming on reader, nipple play, slightly sub!Bucky, unedited and written on my phone

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Bucky has decided he'll never be able to set foot in your apartment again. He just can't. Every time he looks at a piece of your furniture all he can think about is how fucking beautiful you look bent over it. And it's not him imagining it, it's memories from all the times he's 'fucked your brains into outer space'. There is just something about you, the two of you together are explosive.

After the first time, he stayed at your apartment all weekend. It wasn't his plan to do that, in fact he knows Steve was pissed at him for missing their afternoon gym session, but Bucky just couldn't stop. And you were begging him so sweetly to keep going, who was he to deny you or himself? It was only when you ran out of condoms that you both thought some fresh air would do you good.

That weekend feels like a lifetime ago now. A lifetime of fun and laughing and so much sex he thought he might actually die the weekend you went away with friends. But this is serious, he has purposefully invited you to his apartment. A place the two you haven't fucked on every possible surface. He can look at his kitchen island and not instantly get hard.

He stomps his hooves on the thick, soundproofing carpet, his hands fidgeting with his hair. It's ridiculous that he's just standing by his door, waiting for you to ring the buzzer but he is. He got home an hour early, raced through a last minute clean and shower, and now he was waiting for you to get here.

Bucky thinks about doing another sweep of the apartment. He knows he has everything for this weekend- a supply of condoms that would put a brothel to shame, enough lube you could bathe in it, and your favourite movie snacks. This is going to be the perfect weekend.

He nearly jumps out of his coat when the buzzer goes off, but then seconds later you're there. Your face is split into a big grin and your bag is slung over your shoulder. You launch yourself at him like you didn't see him last night or the night before. Your lips collide, your fingers dig into his damp hair, and he finally relaxes a little. Bucky wraps your legs around his waist as he backs into his apartment far enough to slam his door shut.

Your lick and nibble at his bottom lip until he finally relents and lets you fuck your tongue into his mouth. It does what it always does. Everything in his head clouds over and his senses are overwhelmed with you. He gasps, lips slick and struggling to keep his eyes open.

"Twelve hours is too long," you hum against his cheek, your hips grinding against his stomach.

"Sometimes I wonder if you just keep me around for my dick."

It's a joke, a shitty self deprecating one, but that has you immediately stopping. You pull your face far enough away from his, and Bucky can see how his kissing ruins you just as much as you ruin him.

"Buck," you take a deep breath, "I was gonna wait to say this over dinner for some romantic shit, but you clearly need to hear it now."

He freezes. He can't help it. Anxiety drips down his spine and hindquarters. He has to resist the urge to side step, to stomp his hooves, fuck even to shake his head. His instincts are telling him to move to get rid of this energy, but he can't. All he can manage is for his fingers to flex against your perfect ass

"There is so much to you, well beyond the physical. You are the sweetest, most selfless being I have ever met. And you're right, your dick game is impeccable. But I keep you around because I fucking love you."

His knees buckle. His heart jumps into his throat. Whatever he thought you would say, it wasn't that. It couldn't be that, because who could love someone like Bucky?

He kisses you again. Words aren't going to come out of his mouth any time soon, so he has to show you how much your words mean to him. With every lick and suck and scrap of his teeth across your lips, Bucky pours in all his emotions. Your hips grind on harder on to the flat plain of his stomach and your fingers are ripping at his shirt.

"If you don't fuck me, we are gonna have a problem." You groan into his mouth, not begging him but demanding.

It's a blur of knocking over plants and discarded clothes to get to his bedroom. He really needs to find a better place than this tight cornered and narrow halled apartment, but every time he bumps into something you laugh a little and that makes his heart light up. You groan when your back meets the wall beside his bed.

"You okay?" He asks.

"Keep being rough with me and I might cum before you even have a chance to get your dick wet."

Bucky stomps his back hoof, his head dropping to your shoulder. He knows he's blushing and that his cock is aching to be inside you, to fill you, just so he can watch his cum leak out. He shivers as your fingers graze the scars on his back.

"Do you wanna be rough with me? Finally gonna let go and fuck me stupid on your big horse cock?"

"Jesus Christ," he mumbles.

"Too much?"

"Fuck, no, I'm trying not to fuckin' cum from your slutty mouth."

He feels your smile, the apple of your cheek rising up against the side of his neck. Bucky lifts his head so he can see it. Your face shines with mischief and love and Gods how did he get so fucking lucky? He shouldn't question it, he should accept the gift of you.

"I have a second present for you," you smile bigger, dirtier, like the thoughts in your head are running rampant. "I went to the doctor's last week."

"I assume you aren't dying, doll."

"Nope, in fact, they gave me a squeaky clean bill of health."

"Okay..."

"And a certain bird also told me that last time you went you also got a squeaky clean bill."

"I-" Bucky's cheek heat even hotter, pink turning to flaming red. "Fucking, Sam."

"No, fucking me, without a condom."

To emphasize your declaration, you grind hips back against Bucky's abs again. One hand moves into his hair and the other moves to his pec. Your finger circles his nipple until he stomps again.

"Oh... Oh, fuck, doll."

He crashes his lips to yours in a searing kiss. Bucky's tongue fucks into your mouth with urgency. When his hands rip your clothes from your body, the moan you make is unreal. His eyes roll back into his head for a moment. He can't believe it, can't believe you.

"Oh I'm just getting started." You slide down his front and push him until his back legs hit the bed. "On your back, cowboy."

It takes a bit of maneuvering, but soon enough Bucky is on his back. He feels ridiculous with his legs up in the air and when you push a pillow under him to support his back he nearly comes off the bed. Maybe this wouldn't work. There is a reason they say don't fix what isn't broken and the way you've had sex in the past is definitely still good.

Before he can make the suggestion, you're straddling his waist, lined up right over his hard cock. You roll your hips gently, teasing him while you pop open the bottle of lube. Bucky moans, can't hold the needy sound in his throat when he sees you.

Your mouth hangs slack as your fingers prepare yourself, fingers working in and out your body. Bucky wants to reach for you, wants to dig his fingers into your hips and make you grind harder and faster on his cock. His fingers twitch and shivers completely down to his hooves.

"Bucky, touch yourself, I wanna see how hard your nipples get. Show me."

He curses, screws his eye shut to keep himself together even as precum smears across his belly. He only opens them again when you stop moving.

"Doll," he draws out, his fingers pinching both his nipples as you grind faster.

Your chest heaves. Sweat glistens across your skin. Bucky wants to come, wants to lose himself in you until he can't think anymore. He twists his nipples harder, hips rocking up as the pain shoots right to his cock.

When your hands wrap around his cock he shouts. His body quakes and his breath rattles in his chest as you rise up. You line yourself up with his aching cock. The tip eases in, you hover for a moment, clenching around him in a teasing rhythm.

"Please, please doll," he pleads.

"Show me you've earned it," you smile, sinking a little deeper, not nearly enough.

Bucky's hands fly off his nipples and dig into the sheets beneath him. They burn a little, ache more than anything. You suck in a harsh breath at the sight of him.

"So fucking beautiful," you moan.

It's a wet squelch from all the lube, the sound of you fucking yourself down on his cock in one smooth motion. Bucky can't take his eyes off you, using him for your pleasure. His cock aches, your hole warm and wet and fucking perfection. He babbles, words of praise fall out of his mouth as he gets to watch you work on his cock. The sheen of lube between your thighs, the sweat on your body, the spit that slicks your lip every time you lick them, it's all so much.

But it isn't enough. He needs to see you covered in his cum. Bucky tries to make that sudden thought, as instinctual as breathing, a string of words that makes sense.

"Cum, fuck, fuck, fuck, doll, wanna cum on-"

His words cut off with a groan, but you get it. You understand him, in a way no one has. Tears spring to his eyes for a moment, but they don't last. The arousal and need burning him demands release. He wants to cum, but you need to cum first.

"Holy-, fuck, yes, gods yes, Buck. I'm so close. Want see you fucking drench me, soak me. Fuck gods. You feel so good."

You sit back, taking Bucky even deeper. He whines, can barely control himself. You stroke yourself in tandem with the movement of your hips.

"Bucky, look at me, look at me cum on your cock. Watch me make a mess."

As if he could look anywhere else, his eyes are glued to where your bodies are joined.

"Fuck, that's it, cum for me, cum on my cock and let me cover you. Please doll, please cum. I want you to cum on my cock," he begs you.

Your release is earth shattering, clenching around him like a vice. He is torn between fucking himself deeper, bathing in the pure pleasure of your body, and the need cum. Bucky starts to cum, feels his lower half begins to lock up.

"Holy shit," you whimper.

You move quickly enough for the rest of his cum to spray across your body. It lands on your stomach, your chest, your face. Gods it's a sight and Bucky feels so fucking good, right in his skins with your fluids on him and his on you. This is right.

"Cream pie dreams," you hum, a lazy grin on your lips and a glow about you. "Could feel you cumming in me, so fucking amazing, we're doing this again... Maybe after dinner."

Your fingers brush across his stomach, soothing and so sweet. The tears from early come back to his eyes. Endorphins and fucking light washes over Bucky and he thinks maybe he's having a vision. He sees you and him, together. Just the two of you growing older and growing more in love. He can't get the image out of his head as he looks at your cum covered body. It's ridiculous given the circumstances, but it makes him so happy. He reaches for you, grapples in this weird position until he's dragged your messy frame up his body.

Bucky kisses your face, licks his cum off your lips and plunges his tongue into your mouth. The taste of you together makes his blood sing. You break the kiss to take a deep breath.

"Love you, doll, can't even imagine how much."

"I love you, too."

#a sloth writes #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #monsterfucking #sloth monsterfucking #centaur!bucky barnes x reader #centaur!bucky barnes #centaur smut #gn!reader #bottom!reader #bucky barnes x reader

[magicalgirlagency]

As someone who love Geological and travelling. I wonder why there aren't any Mahou Shojo with a biomes theme already. It could work really well with the Climate Change topic too.

The main girls would be based on earth's biomes (jungles, oceans, mountains,...) The protagontist would be a Desert themed heroine (since deserts are badly underrated/misunderstood, they're amazing too ppl).

I think the Protag would be really confused about why she's desert based, since due to their reputation, she thinks desert are just "bad" and scary wastelands. Add in the mascot (a shapeshfiting snek or bird could work nicely) along with a Forest themed teammates who love studying about deserts (and nature in general), and there could be a plot point about the Desert Girl learning to accept her powers.

The team would include:

An ocean themed warrior who's older (probably 23-24yrs old) than the rest of her team, is their leader and mentor (since the sea is much, much older , practically ancient compare to other biomes). She'd use a spear/trident as her weapon and can shift into a "full aqua" form in which she's near unbeatable since nothing can really physically harm her in this liquidfied state. She'd have gills (for breathing underwater) and Bioluminescence (since deep sea creatures have them). Oh, and she can sing very well, 'cause mermaids and sirens. She's the team Cool Big Sis and is actually the legal guardian of one of the girl. She's normally really calm, but she teases the younger members a lot.

*Also she does have a mermaid form, her tail is that of a sailfish. And she could bite like a shark in this form, 'cause why wouldn't she be able to do that? She could manipulate ink and salt too, since squids exist and the ocean is salty.

The empathetic and warmhearted girl is a tundra themed warrior. She has a fox-like outfit which change the colour of its fur depending on the seasons (like how arctic foxes change their fur color). Her boots actually was design similarly to the hooves of a Reindeer and she have a cloak that can turn into owl wings allowing her to fly. Her body can also give off a very cold aura due to tundra being the coldest biome, but her body temperature itself is very warm. Plus, her suit would be fluffy so her friends enjoy snuggling with her for warmth during winter. She's a cuddle bug so it's a win-win for her too. Also, she's shorter than her friends since tundra animals have shorter legs and the flora there is very short as well. She uses a pair of metal fans to fight.

*She would be able to summon harsh cold wind and manipulate them to attack her enemies. She can also create moss patches and small shrubs to protect her friends. And she got great hearing btw, due to artic hares.

An energetic girl transforms into a Lake/River/freshwater Swamp heroine. She can manipulate water and is able to summon boiling hot water for attacks. She's able to purify polluted water. She can create blobs of murky slugde that can poison and slow down enemies. Her suit is based on crocodile/alligator and frogs. Her armor is thick and scaly, giving her nearly OP defense. They are mostly dry, but she can make them produce a slimy and venomous mucus at will. She also has buglike mandibles on her mask. Her armor also has iredescence btw, since it'd be very stylish. Her weapon is an axe.

*she's the Ocean Heroine adopted daughter. She enjoy cooking and her food taste amazing, but watching her cooks can be scary. She's very insecure about her look (she has vitiligo). Despite being tomboyish and energetic, she prefer dresses over pants. She also has a pet snake.

The Forest lad herself, she's very studious and creative. Her armor is based on tropical birds, big cats and flowers. This mean that she has the most colorful armor of the group. She has a pair of large bird wings behind that resemble a combination of several bird species wings. She can also became invisible to enemies (chameleon) and can deliver poisonous attack using her "claws". She also have this patches of small flower on one of her shoulder plate, from which she can realise a sleep inducing gas. She's not at all okay with the Protag feeling toward deserts and tried her best to change her friend view on the biome. She has like, three pet cats at home. Her weapon is a bow along with javelins.

*she's a part of the student council, and is the chillest one in that group. It's common knowledge among the younger students in the school that if you want to get out of trouble, you bribe her with some cool stationaries and she'd help you.

The Protagontist herself, she's kind and friendly, but easily confused. Her armor is based on desert snakes and scorpions. She has multiple segmented legs sprouting from her back armor plate. She also has a scorpion tail that can deal some serious damage. She can tank extremely high heat along with enduring below zero temperature. She is able to control sand to attack enemies. Additionally, since Antarctica is a desert, she has an ice mode that she'd to unlock.

*she watched alot of dark MGs show and was not at all on board with becoming a Magical Girl when the birb mascot first came to her. Thankfully, the mascot do watch those animes too (they got tricked by the art style) and thus is also as traumatized as she is.

...dear lord, I just write all that in 30mins, how did this happen???

Hey, you should craft your own series with that! I sense great potential for storytelling!

[rexistypingg]

taking a break from the mane 6 next gens to talk about ery's friend group! these guys would be the theoretical main cast if this were a fic/show/comic/whatever

details under the cut

from left to right: ery, starry night, bluebelle, kimono

the plot of the au/next gen revolves around a ghost hunting club called the ponyville paranormal society (p.p.s) created by starry night. it would revolve around their misdadventures while ghost hunting and their interpersonal relationships. i'll be talking about them like it's a show from now on as i think that's the easiest way to convey a lot of what i want to talk about.

left: ery (vice president) (they/them)

i've gone on about them and their younger sister in a previous post you can view here. as for their relationships with the rest of the group,

ery is the vice president of the p.p.s because of their closeness with it's president, starry night. they've been best friends since the first day of kindergarten, and starry is the reason ery got their cutie mark. they got it on their very first ghost hunt, when they learned that they could talk to ghosts.

flying: starry night (club president) (she/her)

starry night is the fearless leader of the p.p.s. the very first in her class to get her cutie mark, starry night lives and breathes ghost hunting. she even keeps a detailed log of all the club activities, spanning 50 volumes from the day she managed to befriend ery and start the club to now. while she's passionate about ghosts, she's... less passionate about everything else, leading her to struggle with her schoolwork.

starry LOVES making friends, and is outgoing, to the point of social ineptness. luckily, her methods have worked 3 times, leading to her current friend group.

starry has a secret that not even she knows. the secret? she's actually a changeling, but due to her being found by her mum as a baby, and the mystery surrounding her parents, she will not find this out until it's dramatically revealed in the plot (a season finale, perhaps?)

middle: bluebelle (treasurer) (she her)

bluebelle is the newest member of the p.p.s, being starry's newest victim (friend) and swiftly assimilated. despite being 15, she still doesn't have her cutie mark due to her parents moving around a lot in her childhood, leading to her not being able to befriend ponies her own age. she is very insecure about her lack of a cutie mark in her new town, full of peers that already have theirs.

bluebelle is the main character of the au, moving to ponyville from mount aris with her parents for a fresh start after a death in the family left them with a house in the town in the 'first episode'.

she's really shy because of the lack of secure friendships, and she hasn't experienced a lot of common teenage experiences (ery was agast when she hadn't played o&o or saddlemon). she is very attached to book series, because they were a constant (i see her being into horse lord of the rings, or maybe being really into collecting marevel comics or something.

kimono (secretary) (she/they)

and last, but not least, kimono! the second newest member (despite being a part of the group for years). born to a unicorn father and an eastern dragon mother, she got her cutie mark from her curiosity about her mother's culture, and it's history and mythos after her death. this eventually extended to all mythos and it makes her an asset to the team when looking for new ghosts and trying to deal with more hostile spirits.

another fact about kimono is that she is entirely mute. i imagine equestria post-g4 would be a very accepting place and one if not multiple sign language systems would be created. (it's easy to imagine for claws/wings but i wonder what sign language for hooves looks like?)

thanks for reading so far! have some trivia

all of them are autistic and are neurodivergent in some other way. ery has dyslexia and adhd (percy jackson ref), starry has adhd, bluebelle has generalised anxiety, kimono has selective mutism and c-ptsd from her mother dying when she was fairly young

the p.p.s are the weird group, even in a town as diverse as ponyville

ery, bluebelle, and kimono are a new pony type i've dubbed chimeric ponies. after the events of g4 i imagine hybrid ponies would become more common than ever, leading to the new classification (this would also change depending on what the majority of the population is. for instance, a pony who's part dragon would be a chimeric pony in ponyville, but a chimeric dragon in the dragonlands)

bluebelle is half hippogriff, kimono is half eastern dragon, and ery is half draconequus

ery has a hardcore rivalry with pazazz (see other posts). zaz takes this more seriously than ery

kimono's bow belonged to her mother

kimono's name and design were inspired by the g3 character, and bluebelle's name was inspired by a g1 character. i have not seen either so do not expect similarities to these characters

they still end up having to do saving the world bullshit (mainly tulpas) (koff koff greylock koff koff)

in a theorectial eqg version, kimono would use a wheelchair. this is because in regular mlp, they're either flying or sitting down. this doesn't make them disabled (in that way) in equestria, but it does make her disabled in the human world

imagine how wild sleepovers at ery's how would be? it's be a fun episode

i imagine kimono's dad to be from a japanese inspired region of eastern equestria (foalsaka?) , while her mother comes from a thai inspired area. this is because i got hit with the stroke of genius that is bangtrot while listening to one night in bangkok, and i want to use the pun while having the name kimono make sense

starry's mother found her in an alley. she is also an astronomer, hence the name. they live in an observatory on a hill in the ponyville outskirts

eastern dragons evolved from draconequui. this discovery leads ery and kimono on a wild goose chase to see if they're related a la pinkie apple pie

i have many headcanons for ery in g5 because she would still be alive, let me know if you want them

there is a fifth member, timelapse. he is not pictured because he is a reformed villain and would not be there at the start of the series, but he'll integrate and become part of the main cast by the end (think misty from g5)

holy shit i need to go to bed

#mlp fim #mlp oc #mlp #fluttercord #mlp next gen

[realmackross]

PARTIES: @debauchfairy, @realmackross TIMING: A Saturday morning in early April SUMMARY: Mack meets Kiernan for their first brunch were they share mimosas and all the hot goss. WARNINGS: None!

Kieran didn’t have many friends. It had made sense when him and his mom had been, y’know, basically hiding from the whole world and moving every couple of months but even after somewhat settling here in this strange town, he wasn’t even really sure he knew how. Sure, people liked him - of course they did - but those were all fleeting connections and perhaps a few too many of them tainted with imposed spontaneity and bad decisions. Not that he needed friends, especially not human ones. It seemed like a hassle when it came to upkeep and fuck forbid he’d mingle with fae again. 

Enter Mackenzie Ross. Undead, apparently, but a talented and stylish actress. She had taste so it had been no surprise when she walked into Covet Couture but the fact that she’d been immune to Kieran’s magic had been a fun discovery. Not that he cared, seeing as he was decked out with hooves and antlers. She was interesting, and gossipy, and after way too many weeks just talking about it they’d finally set up a lunch. 

“Stunning, as always,” he greeted as she arrived, picking apart her wardrobe with a satisfied smile. So far they’d only talked when she dropped by the store and a few times online so Kieran was happy they were finally doing this. Closed off from people all those years, he’d at least had access to the internet which had included Mack’s work along with every tabloid article of her glamorous life, something he’d deeply longed for back then. “I already ordered mimosas.” Could she even get drunk? If only he could reveal that he knew her secret without coming clean about his own. 

—

It was nice to have a friend Mack could sit down and gossip with. Though she wasn’t much of a gossip, until she had a few glasses of wine or champagne, the real treat was finally getting to spend some genuine friend time with Kieran. She had met him at his little boutique in town, and they had hit it off immediately. He had reminded her of home; a place Mackenzie was still trying to figure out how to let go of. And until she could fully trust herself to have this zombie stuff under control, a place she would sparsely visit. Plus, all the talk and tabloids about Brody didn’t help matters, and while they were dying down, she knew if she had shown her face in LA, all the talk would fire right back up again. She had, after all, murdered her fiance by accident, and there was never going to be any solace from that. At least not that she could ever see or feel she truly deserved.

As she stepped foot into the small cafe, Mack let her eyes scan over the patrons finally laying sight on Kieran – The best dressed boy in the entire establishment, “Uh, I could totes say the same for you! Is this new?” She looked over his outfit and was impressed. “Everytime I see you, I swear you just get classier and classier.” She smiled warmly as she took a seat across from him at the small table. “You’re a legend.” Though Mack wouldn’t really be able to taste it, she was an actress and could pretend to enjoy it with the best of them; especially if he had thought to take the time to order for them.

—

Kieran gave something of a humble shrug, not quite matching the pleased expression on his face as he picked off an imaginary piece of lint from the sleeve of his jacket. “Hmm, maybe,” he answered slyly, smile only widening as Mack continued with the compliments. “How am I supposed to keep my ego in check if you keep flattering me, Ross?” Kieran asked, fully unserious. As if even a miniscule part of him actually wanted to keep said ego in check, where the hell was the fun in that?

Leaning back with a content sigh as the mimosas arrived, right on time, Kieran trailed the departing waiter with his eyes before turning back to Mackenzie. “What do you think? Worth a shot? I’m pretty sure he was looking you over but it seemed very PG so maybe just a fan. Although the sneakers are giving me a bit too much ‘frat boy’.” Turning slightly in his chair for a second glance, Kieran then cocked his head at Mack. “Straight, poor or just bad fashion sense, thoughts?”

—

Mack watched Kieran shrug, shaking her head in return, “I’m going to keep complimenting my friend who knows style okay? It’s few and far between in this town. Most of these people prefer the just rolled out of bed look, which is okay, I guess, but it wouldn’t hurt to see more people take pride in themselves.” Of course, she couldn’t always talk. There had been plenty of times Mack had been seen around town in an oversized hoodie, a ball cap, and yoga pants. But even then, she somehow still looked more put together than some of the people in the town. “Besides, that cut looks good on you. Take the compliment, Kieran.” She laughed.

Seeing the waiter walk over with the mimosas, Mack couldn’t help, but look up at him and smile, but as soon as he was gone, she could hear Kieran’s comments, “Well first off, he is cute. Not my type, but definitely adorable. Second, I have a girlfriend, so you don’t have to worry about me trying to steal him away…” There was only one man who would ever fully have her heart now, and he was dead. “Plus, with that outfit and those shoes…Thinking Frat boy with just bad fashion sense. Though the apron kind of makes him cuter in a Tyler from Wednesday sort of way.” Mackenzie didn’t doubt there were hydes living in Wicked’s Rest. She just hadn’t seen one yet, unless…She looked the waiter over again as he served people, “I say we question him when he comes back to take our order. I don’t want to just go off of looks, because I’m already thinking you two would be supes cute together.”

—

Nodding along solemnly as Mack, justifiably, took shots at the general lack of upkeep in this town, Kieran found himself surveying the surrounding tables to confirm her facts. Sure, some of them had potential, an eye for color combination and a general aversion to graphic tees (he shuddered mildly at the thought) but it was just so obvious which table took the prize for best dressed and best looking. “Well, if you insist,” he sighed dramatically, flashing his teeth. Just one of the reasons he was fond of keeping Mackenzie around, endless supply of compliments that were actually based on knowledge and not just empty flattery. Not that Kieran wouldn’t also accept empty flattery.  

Mack spared no detail in sharing her thoughts and Kieran mulled over each one, having to suppress a slight eye roll as she mentioned her relationship - seriously, so much wasted potential. “That reference means nothing to me but he is weirdly making that apron work, that we can agree on.” Whether or not Kieran was actually interested in more than simply discussing this stranger’s pros and cons with Mack remained to be seen. “Alright, don’t go writing a wedding speech yet, sweetheart. If I were to date anyone and that’s a big if, I don’t think café waiter would be the way to go.” Or a human for that matter. 

“Some subtle questioning does sound fun, though.” Kieran picked up the menu, glancing over it as he sipped at the mimosa, enjoying the bubbling of the champagne on his tongue. “You ordering?” he asked casually, itching to know what exactly Mack would prefer to be eating that wasn’t exactly available on a brunch menu. 

—

“I do insist. So there.” Mack playfully stuck her tongue out at Kieran. This had been a friendship she hadn’t expected to form with such ease. But the day she entered his shop, and they first spoke, it was like the Fashion Gods had spoken up and told the universe that this was meant to happen, and after a few more interactions online and at the boutique, here they were discussing whether the waiter would be a good match, “Are you kidding me? You haven’t seen Wednesday? Okay, we need to change that, like, asap! You’re coming over for a Wednesday marathon, and then you’ll see what I mean. But until then.” Mackenzie pulled out her phone and pulled up a picture of Tyler from the show, “See? Now if he had the curls, we’d be in business.” She put her phone away, “But that whole messy thing is actually working.”

Mack took a sip of her mimosa tasting nothing as she listened to Kieran continue on, “Oh come on. I could totally see you running your boutique, and coming over here for lunch where your littles are running around in their miniature aprons following Daddy around excited to see fashion Daddy walk through the door.” A grin spread across her face as she looked down at the menu sitting in front of her, “And of course I’m ordering. This is a brunch date right?” She glared at him playfully, before scanning the menu, perking up at the spicy options available.

—

Kieran rolled his eyes fondly as she scolded him - he couldn’t exactly spend his nights on Netflix binges when there was so much else to do and see. Not to mention that he’d already spent too much of his life doing exactly that, substituting actual interactions since they’d been off limits and too dangerous. But he couldn’t exactly say no to Mack considering the fervor in which she pitched this idea. As long as she’d allow him to bring drinks. “Fine. If you find a way to make it into a drinking game, I’m in. No way am I watching teenagers fall in love or whatever while sober.” Kieran peered at the phone, giving a soft hum of agreement. It was a pretty accurate reference. 

As Mack went into vivid detail of the little fantasy, Kieran’s face showed an impressive mix of amusement and distaste, eyebrows raising at the mention of children. “Oh, you clearly need to get to know me better if you think I could be trusted to raise children,” he argued, needing a good drink of the mimosa to wash down the mere thought of that. No fucking thank you. Waving off her glare, he turned in his chair to catch the waiter’s eye, holding up the menu to indicate that they were ready. “How am I to know if you’re on some insane actress diet or not?” Blood or flesh would definitely score as an insane diet, though maybe just on par with feeding on literal emotions. 

“Hi,” Kieran greeted smoothly as the waiter shuffled up, shooting him a disarming smile and gauging the reaction. Placing his order, he waited patiently for Mackenzie to do the same, catching a glimpse at the waiter’s name tag. “Say, Benjamin, settle a debate for us, would you? In the new Baywatch movie, who is objectively hotter, Efron or Alexandra Daddario?”

—

Mack was ecstatic when Kieran agreed to join her for a Wednesday binge. It was one of her favorite shows, despite the main character looking oddly like Nora. She shuddered at the thought, but the actress was so good at her role, that Mack was easily able to look past the eerie similarities, “Yes! And if that’s the only way you’ll watch with me, then fine. But you’re supplying the alcohol, and it has to include Fireball. I’m not made of money here.” Actually she was, but that's besides the point.

“Oh come on, Fashion Daddy. Which is totally your new name now by the way. I hope you like it, cause that’s all I’m referring to you from now on! You’d totally make a great dad! Plus, those kids would have so much fashion in their blood they’d bleed glitter and rhinestones.” She took another sip of her mimosa, barely getting a hint of bubbles on her deadened tongue. “Because I am currently not an actress. Does Wicked’s Rest look like it lends itself to the entertainment industry. Goo Girl is a thing of the past. Thank God.” 

Mackenzie watched as the waiter came back over, ready to grill him about his fashion sense to see if he and her friend would be a perfect match. Giving one last glimpse to the menu, Mack ordered the spiciest thing available adding some guacamole for good measure living up to that Hollywood stereotype.

As the waiter took down her order, he listened to the question at hand, while Mack easily shot Kieran a look of amusement. Once he was finished, he looked back up, “Uh, I’m gonna have to go with…” He chewed on his bottom lip for a minute, before looking back between the pair, “Gonna have to go with my man, Efron. Have you seen his quads, but more so his biceps? Gym goals. Like Alexandra is hot, and I’d totally go out with that, but dude. To spend an afternoon getting all the tips and tricks from Efron, would be golden, especially with this huge weightlifting comp, I’m trying to get into. I may not look like it yet, but these washboard abs are coming along. I’ll go get this order placed for you guys. Solid question though. Hope that helped.” He slapped Kieran on the back firmly, before walking off.

Mackenzie stifled a laugh looking between Kieran and the waiter. She definitely hadn’t seen that one coming, “Well, Fashion Daddy. Maybe you won’t have to worry about Cafe Daddy, since you know, he’s totally into weightlifting and hot chicks.” Her voice mimicked his.

—

“Fireball?” Kieran questioned with a grimace, followed by a soft shake of his head. “I’ll bring it but I’m not touching that shit. Also, remind me, how much was that bracelet of yours?” He nodded towards her wrist with a knowing expression, as if he wasn’t properly decked out with expensive accessories himself. In his defense, many of them had been gracious gifts, given with various amounts of conscious willingness. “Woah, I don’t look anywhere old enough to deserve that nickname, alright? Respect the age restrictions of the Daddy title,” he argued with a laugh, fully deflecting from the conversation of children now. 

Clicking his tongue, Kieran cocked his head. “Aw, come on. You’ll always be an actress at heart. Can’t run away from your true self.” Wasn’t that just the truth. 

The question had been a silly one, testing the waters and mostly gauging whether or not their waiter would be appalled at the idea of picking a man as the hotter choice, objectively or not. Kieran had not expected the way his soul begged to leave his body as Benjamin expanded oh so eloquently on his answer. Stifling a groan as the man slapped his back, Kieran let his eyes close in pure disappointment, mostly because he’d had to listen to that. “Wow,” he breathed, straightening in his seat. 

Downing the rest of his mimosa as Mackenzie’s dream of a happy little family shattered, Kieran shuddered dramatically at her eerie impression. “Yeah, that’s a solid pass. Maybe I’ll check in after a few months though, see how those washboard abs are coming along. He might do if he just… doesn’t do a lot of talking.” 

—

Mackenzie knew Fireball was gross. Every time she mentioned it, she often got the same reaction, but until someone made something much hotter to satiate her dead taste buds, the zombie was stuck drinking it, if she wanted a slight buzz. That was just the cards she had been dealt. The bracelet and the actress at heart comment were something of a different tale, and she quickly looked away as if she hadn’t heard him.

Unfortunately, Kieran’s cards were looking a little different at the moment. He would forever be Fashion Daddy. That much was settled. But it no longer was the waiter who Mack saw as someone being a viable option for her sassy and extremely fashionable friend. It was still hilarious though, especially the shoulder slap, “Oh come on. You don’t want to hear him talk all day about how good his body looks and what happened at the gym with his bros? I’m sure he’s got some extra spicy tales. And then, just think, you could give him a nice shoulder massage and feel those firm deltoids.” Mackenzie hated herself for knowing as much as she did about what gym rats focused on. “But I do have one question…based on how hard that back slap was…is he actually as strong as he lets on? Cause looked on the scrawny side to me.” She finished the mimosa.

—

The complete lack of response didn’t go unnoticed - talented actress or not, there was no faking that she hadn’t heard him. Nevertheless, Kieran wasn’t here to dig into topics that were clearly off limits, that sounded grueling and emotional. And she’d dropped the whole ‘literal dad’ discussion without a second thought so they seemed to be on the same, unspoken wave length. Fuck those topics, onto bigger and better things. 

Not Benjamin, though. “Yeah, no. There’s only room for one conceited individual in the bedroom and that position is already filled.” Kieran gestured to himself with a flourish before giving a sigh, glancing once more over his shoulder to the man whose looks were wasted on an absolutely tragic personality. “I do love some nice shoulders, though,” he added wistfully, only partially joking. He did not appreciate anything enough to go to the lengths of a shoulder massage - seriously, if anyone was getting spoiled, it was obvious who should be the first choice. 

Laughing at her question, Kieran made a show of thinking it over. “He’s definitely leaning more towards Efron in Hairspray,” he concluded. “But it was still an unnecessarily straight slap.” Holding up his empty glass to catch the attention of any waiter that wasn’t Brojamin, Kieran shamelessly ordered another round for the pair of them, ready to settle down for a continued discussion about things with no real emotional relevance whatsover. And wasn’t that really the perfect thing to go along with a nice brunch?

#para: you know you love me #para: kieran #wickedswriting

[ask-healthy-light]

As Shining Armour led away Lady Cadance, he politely asked the others to wait for his return, since he realised now that Cadance had neither energy nor health of mind to listen to their explanations, and it would be wise for her to rest; but he wanted to make sure that no complications could arise, so he promised to listen to the rest of their accounts before he decided the best course of action.

The fair words of the Lord of the Empire managed to lift the mood in the Hall, and the tension that had built up between the Royals and the group swiftly diminished, allowing everybody to take a deep breath again; and Nox in particular felt as if a great weight had been lifted off her body, and she smiled weakly, able to stand up at last after Cadance stopped staring through her, and looked away.

Before she moved elsewhere, she made sure to ask Star whether they were all right, especially since Cadance had now left the Hall, to which they only warmly smiled as they gently embraced her, before they quietly thanked Nox for her help; and though Nox did not expect such a reaction from Star, she sweetly embraced them in turn, and whispered that she was glad to see they were feeling better now.

After they let go of one another again, as Eclipse and Spike wandered back to grab the tea and cups they had placed down, Nox walked around to ask the others how they were doing; but although most of the group said that they felt better now Cadance was no longer in the same room as they, there were some, like Sunburst, Amethyst, and Starswirl, who thought it was wrong to admit they felt this way.

Though she had hoped she knew what to tell the others to ease the doubts in their minds, to her own dismay, Nox could only sigh deeply as she looked at the doors through which Shining and Cadance had left the Hall; for she now felt better as well, and she could only hope that the Lady of the Empire would be more understanding and accepting after a night of restful sleep, which she clearly needed.

From what little she had heard from Spike about the threats to Eclipse and the Empire itself, there were countless things occupying Cadance's mind, and to burden it more with accounts of such actions committed by beings she trusts would most unwise; but since they had made sure that every loose end had been resolved and that everyone was all right, she hoped this news would ease her mind instead.

But at that moment, as if they had actually heard her utter their names, Eclipse and Spike appeared next to Nox to offer her some tea, which she accepted, before they moved on to the others; but when the last beings had been given some tea of their own, and Nox had moved over to stand next to Light and Celestia, Shining Armour entered the Hall again, wearing an exhausted expression upon his face.

When Lord Shining took a seat at the table, and let out a deep sigh, everyone worried that the mood would be soured again, so Light quietly asked him if everything was all right; but to their relief, Shining smiled as he solemnly nodded to Light, before he told them that Cadance had managed to fall asleep as soon as she laid down, but also, that he now had no energy to spare for his stoic facade.

Ever so slowly, Eclipse and Spike approached Shining with a cup of tea, and nervously offered him a drink, which he took from his two Younger Siblings with great care, before he thanked them both for their help; but before Spike and Eclipse returned to their seats, Shining kindly asked them to wait for a moment, as he wanted to apologise for his behaviour to everyone, and them both in particular.

With as much sincerity in his voice as he could muster, Shining admitted, as he gently took Spike's claw and Eclipse's hoof in his own hooves, that he knew he and Cadance had been terrible hosts, and even worse friends to those who did not deserve such harshness; and he promised everyone around the table that he and Cadance would strive to do better, before he politely asked them for forgiveness.

But neither Eclipse nor Spike uttered a word as they warmly embraced Shining Armour…

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[radioactive-earthshine]

have any random losh hcs?

👀 A few... Some of them I have explored here on other posts and others in various fanfic but I'll collect them here. Note, all of these focus on PZH.

1.) Jan is gender fluid. His people, the Trommites, celebrate change and thus Jan being gender fluid was regarded with great joy and embraced fully.

2.) Also on the Trommites, their society in general practices a high amount of polyamory or changes in romantic/sexual partners. It is considered normal and healthy for them to experience many different people and emotions and relationships. As a result a queer relationship to them would be staunch monogamy. Their attitudes towards queer relationships are regarded with curiosity and not hostility or fear.

3.) If Querl isn't in the lab (rarely) you might be able to find him dancing.

4.) Lyle and Tinya have absolutely messed with combining their powers when bored; she can phase through objects and people, and he can make various layers of his body. Once, (once) they made a horrifying chimera of themselves and decided to play a prank on Querl and Jo by running into whatever room they were in screaming that they had 'an accident' and had been spliced together. Both Jo and Querl shrieked and hit pitches that should have only been capable by Lori Morning. It took a long time for either to forgive them.

5.) Gates purrs.

6.) Luornu does consider Querl to be her brother given that she was taken in by Brande and so was he. Granted, they did not spend a whole lot of time with each other (she rarely saw him at all) they still share that Brande took them in. If you pay attention in the comics they do have a pretty close relationship.

7.) Once Andrew got comfortable with everyone sometimes he'd just LIE about facts from the 90s just to see their reactions. It eventually became a game where he'd come up with two truths about his birth time and then one lie and everyone would have to guess what it was like "Blue raspberry was a flavor that came from actual blue raspberries" or "back then cucumber skins were poisonous and you had to peel them"

8.) Because the hard ground of the headquarters 'hurt Gates' feet', Chuck put in special little grass paths all throughout their compound so he didn't have to rely on his powers all the time and could, if he wanted to, just take a stroll.

9.) Everyone loves hugs from Candi and Jeka.

10.) Jenni out of all them frightens the easiest but she is actually one of the most courageous and will still do what she must even though she is terrified. This is also a bit of a contrast to no-fear Bart Allen. She cannot do a scary movie without screaming, hiding her eyes, jumping and spilling her popcorn. However if any of her friends are in danger or peril, that fear sort of washes away and she turns into a terrifying cyclone that cannot be stopped. Bart's fear response spikes when his friends are in danger so they're sort of mirrors and opposites.

11.) I just like all of the 'aliens' just being alien and not being quite so human looking even if they are seeded humans. To me it's just lazy to paint a human green, or pink, or blue and then claim "behold an alien!" but this isn't really a hc.

12.) As a result I think Imra has hooves and a very fawn-like face.

13.) Every single Legionnaire is one of Jenni's lightning rods. In particular Ayla, Mon-el, Rokk, Gates and Zoe.

14.) Rokk proposes to Garth at least once a week, it's a running gag between them. Garth always tells him no.

15.) I do favor Brande being Vril Dox II's Durlan even though the reboot sort of obliterated that, I just think it adds something.

#hope you enjoy these #losh #legion of super heroes

[incorrectmlpstudentsixquotes]

Yonabar wedding headcanons, please? I know you're into the poly ships but they've been my OTP ever since "She's All Yak."

First and foremost, Yona’s father did not originally approve. Even going so far as invoking an old yak custom of the father of the prospective bride challenging the suitor to unarmed combat to prove Sandbar’s worth. (For the record, this wouldn’t necessarily mean Yona couldn’t marry Sandbar if he lost, that was still always her choice, it’s just a matter of Yak pride.)

Now, a little known loophole in that custom is that the suitor is able to name a second to fight in their stead. It’s kinda like Krogan rules, not every yak can be the biggest and the strongest, but even the weakest Yak should be able to inspire others to fight in their name.

So, naturally, Sandbar named Yona as his second.

Needless to say, Yona’s father had no more unkind words to say about Sandbar after that fight.

(Bonus points is that Yona’s mother also offered to be Sandbar’s second. And poor Yona’s father honestly didn’t know which of those match-ups would have been more painful.)

On the flip-side on the topic of in-laws, Sandbar’s parents absolutely adored Yona and doted on her non-stop in the days leading up to the wedding. For someone who’s lived a very harsh lifestyle where rugged strength is paramount over all else, being pampered by her future in-laws and treated like a princess was a very welcome change of pace for Yona.

It helps that all of the S6 spent so much time at Sandbar’s house that Yona was pretty much their daughter in all but marriage anyway. Sandbar putting a ring on it just made things more official.

When the in-laws officially met each other before the wedding, Yona’s father made the mistake of making a passing remark towards Sandbar’s physical weakness.

The sheer burning intensity of the glare from Sandbar’s mother made Yona’s father afraid to sleep at night for a whole week. The two mother-in-laws now make the effort to catch up once a month over tea.

The wedding itself was pretty multi-cultural, taking traditions equally from both pony customs and yak customs, with both fiancé and fiancée basically picking and choosing which traditions sounded the most fun. Interestingly, most of the yak traditions were chosen by Sandbar and vice-versa with Yona choosing mostly pony traditions. After all, both had seen so many weddings in their own traditions, why not try something they’ve never seen before?

One of the biggest yak traditions was taking a special wooden carving made by the bride’s parents and smashing it to pieces, which they would then replace with their own carving that would get smashed by their children, if they ever had any.

Obviously, Sandbar wouldn’t be able to smash the carving with his bare hooves, so Gallus gave him a sledgehammer as a wedding gift. He figured there was gonna be a lot more ‘smashing’ in Sandbar’s future being married to Yona, so he figured he should be prepared.

“Dude, like, ninety percent of yak traditions involve breaking stuff.”

“Yona would be offended if Gallus was not totally on money.”

Speaking of their friends, Sandbar asking Gallus to be his Best-Man was an obvious no-brainer, but Yona had a bit more difficulty choosing which of their friends should be her Maid-of-Honor.

After a few solid minutes of careful deliberation, Yona basically just shrugged and asked all of them to be her Maid-of-Honor.

So in the reception of their union, after the bride and groom had their first dance, the guests were all treated to the image of this poor, addled griffon getting dragged to the dance floor and getting absolutely crowded by three different creatures all wearing matching green dresses.

Of course Trixie took pictures.

Dang, I actually had a lot more to say then I thought. This is what happens when you ask for my headcanons.

(Self-indulgent bonus: If you’d like to include my OCs, Camren and his crew made a temporary truce with Gallus to procure some totally-legal, totally-not-stolen fireworks to cap off the reception.)

#not a quote #answering asks #headcanons #Yona #Sandbar #shipping #yonabar #student six #ask me for some more headcanons anytime! this was fun!

[strawberry-graveyard]

can you make a atom word for whatever this is or say what you think it sounds like or is…?

I feel like I should have 6-12 inches tall mute blue antlers of a deer Dark grey c maybe even black skin Instead of human ears- bright, pumpkin orange deer ears on top of my head,  Black scelra, white pupils and irises Pointy dark grey teeth, my whole inner mouth pitch black and a even darker (maybe slightly forked) tongue,  Either frizzy long orange curly hair or shaved at the sides with green tips and peach fuzz also green (imagine double troubles hair from sheds and princess kf power  Either non-offset, bigger chest, or upper chest- maybe even top surgery scars?  Pointy nails of bronze and silver, maybe fox like paws- but the padding is like hooves that’s also bronze and silver, maybe legs like a deer mixed with a fox’s with bright orange fur as well, preferably ones that bend back instead of like human legs, or maybe just one leg bends back? I ain’t sure  Knee length tail, only the white is orange or black, a deer nose the same size of my current nose or something…(?)  ….not sure… I just wish I could look like that, maybe even be able to grow w tea arms to already have some, maybe like 1-3 more sets? Grow wings whenever I feel like it or shapeshift so I don’t feel stuck in one body…. I’d use to get the phantom limbs, usually it was ears or a tail, occasionally extra arms or wings, tbh sometimes I wish I could be a mermaid, or just shapeshift whenever, wherever Am I demonkin or…? (I was heavily tempted to go anonymously….)

hi!! so being nonhuman can definitely be confusing sometimes. my best advice for finding whatever alterhuman type you are is this: do you feel all of these things correspond to one creature? or do they feel like multiple different kin types colliding at once? if you feel they can be classes separately then you can collect multiple of the alterhuman types you feel fit. if they all feel like one creature then we open up even more options!!

you mentioned feeling like you want to just shapeshift, which you can absolutely class as its own kind of nonhuman (and it’s actually one that’s very common!!) your mermaid feeling can also be its own occasional nonhuman type. but when it comes to the overall mish mash you described you can basically create your own “fantasy” nonhuman type. demonkin as you suggested would absolutely work, but you can also class it as a hybrid (this is the term we use for our mixed alterhuman types).

you also seem to be bringing up a lot of deer and fox elements as well as stuff that can also be seen in types of demons. foxes and deers are very common animals to find in mythology so i would also recommend looking into hybrid creatures found in mythology and fiction. you can look into different mythical hybrids, but if you want a place to start i’d recommend a type of pantheon-human/demon hybrid or a deerfox-human/demon hybrid.

the most important thing to remember is that your alterhuman type can be whatever the fuck you want really. if you feel like demonkin is an apt way to describe it then go for it!! if you feel just shapeshifter or hybrid is better then thats okay too!! if you want t to just use nonhuman or alterhuman to describe yourself then you dont have to get more specific!! if you want to try and narrow it down to one specific word then my best advice is just to do a mythology deep dive, as thats where you’ll find the most mixed hybrids. i hope this was of some help, and good luck friend!!

#here lies courtney #here lies squiggle #ask the spirit board

[theclaravoyant]

AN ~ Something short and (bitter)sweet <3 Ed and Stede have retired, it's opening night of their new venture, and their crew brings them a little something special to remember an old friend.

For @fictober-event’s Fictober 2023 prompt: “I'm not sure they'll accept this.” Masterpost of my Fictober OFMD fics

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death Characters/Relationships: Everyone & Izzy Hands.

Tribute

Years have passed since the end of piracy. For these two, anyway. They’re sun-kissed and beach-waved but spend most of their time landlocked these days. As does their crew. And most of their ship, which has retired with them; the remains of it have formed the bones of their new home: it's a small restaurant, for now, and a couple of beds. They’ve kept the name too. The Revenge. Bar and grill. And inn. And fishing equipment.

They’re opening tonight. It’s been busy, prepping, but not busy enough to distract a very excited Stede from the whispers outside. “Our first guests!” he squeaks. He waves Ed over to the door and puts a finger to his lips. Ed pauses what he’s doing and leans in too. He recognises the voices.

“I don’t know if they’ll accept this…” 

“Don’t be stupid, ‘course they’ll take it.”

“They’ll love it, babe.”

“You didn’t think to ask?”

“Hey, you didn’t ask either!”

“It’s not as sentimental if you ask!”

“Ask what?” Stede pulls the door open. He and Ed are simultaneously struck by the figure of a life-sized unicorn, on their threshold; front hooves raised rampant.

“We brought you a present,” Jim says. “For opening night.”

Stede’s jaw drops. He pushes his way out of the door - there’s not much space with the hooves at eye-poking levels and the crew all clustered around. But he’s entranced. He walks a circle around the unicorn. It appears to be carved from cherry wood, and the craftsmanship is excellent. They must have been saving months for this. For them.

“We just figured, he should be with us,” Wee John offers. “On the new journey, ‘n everything.”

Ed stares from the doorway, tears shining in his eyes. He’d put Izzy’s old ring round his neck, on his slowly disintegrating cravat, so that he could have him here with them tonight. He’d never dreamed of having such a beautiful tribute instead.

“If it’s too much,” Lucius offers, “or too soon, we can-”

“Don’t even think about it.” Ed lunges forward, scooping Lucius into a fierce bear hug. “It’s perfect. I know just where to put it, too.”

They settle the statue in prime position; widely visible and widely able to observe - were its eyes actually seeing - as much of the facility as possible. They figure, Izzy would approve. Ed unties the cravat from his own neck, and the emerald ring tied into it, and affixes it around the unicorn’s well-crafted withers. It gleams in the lantern light. As does, upon closer inspection, its lower left leg. Painted gold.

“Oh,” Stede murmurs, clutching at Ed’s arm. “Isn’t that lovely?”

Ed squeezes back. 

“What’s that for?”

Between the hooves is a plank of wood with a round indentation in it, as a saucer or a candle holder would have. In answer, Frenchie raises a glass and tucks it into the space.

“Oh, that’s for his whiskey,” he explains. “Customary to share one at the end of the night, innit? Gotta keep the fairies happy.”

“Fairies.” Roach nods.

“Hmm,” Oluwande interrupts. He frowns exaggeratedly at his crew mates as he pushes his way to the front and holds up - more like, shows off - a bottle of Japan’s finest. “I thought I heard it was the start of the night, what kept the fairies happy.”

“I have heard that, I’ve heard that,” they verify.

“Right then!” Stede declares. He takes the proffered bottle and cracks it open. Ed is already passing out the glasses almost as fast as he can pour. “To the fairies!”

“To the fairies!” they chant.

“To the Revenge!”

“To the Revenge!”

He splashes a healthy dose into the glass at the statue’s feet. Pauses a moment, to raise his own glass with purpose.

“To the Unicorn!”

“To the Unicorn!”

#the emerald unicorn becomes local legend. jim sings la vie en rose. i cry <3 #fictober23 #ofmd #our flag means death #the revenge crew #clara's fic tag