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candywrithee · 3 months ago

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R ur requests open??? Can I please get a gender bent Rarity, Applejack, and Twilight x fem (or gn if you don't do fem specifically) Pegasus reader headcanons pretty please 🥺 idk if you do NSFW but if you don't I don't mind just fluff

Please I'm desperate🙏🙏 ❤️❤️❤️✨✨❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🙏

Aight. No gender mentioned really :P

Dusk Shine, Elusive & Applejack w/a Pegasus Reader

1. Dusk Shine + Reader

Unicorn! Dusk will probably be annoyed if you're the type to prank him just because you can fly. But what you didn't know is that he just lets you prank him. You should know that by a spark of his magic, he can easily stop your pranks but he loves you too much that he loves to see you smile.

If you don't mind, can you help him carry or deliver things for him? Of course that is if you don't mind. He's just a little busy so he would appreciate your help in any way. Even if sometimes you have to convince HIM to let you help. He's a loner, he's used to being alone but then you swoop in into his personal space and he doesn't know what to do.

Alicorn! Dusk is a little more open. He still likes being alone but now he doesn't mind or grumble to anypony wanting to hang out with him. Therefore, you are more than allowed to be more lovey dovey with him just as long as you know how to limit them. He's still a little shy.

Now that he has wings, you two can fly together now! Which lead to a lot of fun small races against each other. More than once, ponies of equestria can see blurs of two different colours in the sky and Rainbow Blitz interrupting y'all to join in the race.

Overall, whichever Dusk is, he still loves you in his own interesting way.

"DUUUUUSK JUST LET ME HELP!"

"Fine but don't complain when you're in the middle of doing it." He proceeds to hang you books and scrolls in a bag and kiss your forehead because he's not brave to kiss your cheek.

2. Elusive + Reader

Drama King and his unbothered lover or his whipped lover. Whichever dynamic you prefer.

Hope you don't mind dolling up for him. As soon as you step into his boutique, you getting dragged immediately to dress up. You're a perfect model to test out outfits for pegasuses. However if you told him to stop, he'll stop. He knows boundaries, he has them himself. Plus, he loves you.

He'll probably ask you to help him deliver and fetch things for him. No need to ask if you could help. You probably help him immediately if you noticed how panicked his state is in. Don't worry! He'll give you a kiss or an outfit when you've done your duty! Whichever you wanted more or comfortable with.

His little brother, Poppet Bell, loves you! Can you carry him? Bring him up to fly?? PLEEEEEEEEEEAAAAASEEE! If you gave into his puppy eyes, you'd make Elusive worried sick. Please don't fall or let his brother fall, as if you would.

"My dear, you truly gave me a scare when I suddenly saw you up with Poppet while I was in the market... Why did you even do that?"

"I succumbed to his puppy dog eyes hehe."

"Goodness my dear."

3. Applejack + Reader

Oh wow you're helpful for the farm. Is what applejack thinks at first. Please don't be mad at him, his whole life is contributed to his farm and family. But hey! At least you're now part of his family.

He won't force you into work (he also needs a little convincing) but if you did help him, you'd be too focused in what you're helping with to notice how he looks at you with basically apple hearts in his eyes. You had to find that out when Apple Buck gave pretended to vomit which embarrassed Applejack greatly. Macareina even told you that Applejack looks you the way their father looks at their mom, absolutely whipped. Don't even get me started on Grandpa Smith.

If you want, you can try racing against him like that one fall episode. He'll easily beat you or if you're very athletic, you can excel or match his pace. Either way, he'll comfort you and/or be proud of you.

"Can you help collect that side of the farm, sugar cube? It's okay if you don't want to hun."

"We talk about thiss.. I'll help you with anything you ask for!"

"Thank you sugar. I'm still not use to asking for help.."

"Bleugrh can you two lovebirds get back to apple picking already?!" You and Applejack proceed to laugh at Apple Buck's disgusted face but Applejack's laugh is more bashful.

#mlp genderbend #my little pony #genderbend #mlp fim #mlp x reader #my little pony x reader #mlp #x reader #my little pony genderbend #genderbend mlp #dusk shine #elusive #applejack

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fierymiasma · 1 year ago

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✽ Five Times....// Sebastian x f!MC ✽

Summary: Five times Sebastian Sallow Was Jealous and One Time He Didn't Have to Be (Part 2)

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Chapter 2: Girls

"So…how did it go?" Sebastian asked in his most causal voice.

The hero of Hogwarts pointedly ignored him, focused on the transfiguration before her.

Sebastian pouted, resting his cheek on his hand. She had been avoiding Sebastian ever since he interrupted her date at Hogsmeade. He tried to respect her need for space. After all, how many times did Sebastian need to pout and be alone with his thoughts in their 5th year?

But it's been two whole days since they talked. Practically eons. Surely, she didn't expect to starve Sebastian of her companionship? For the past two nights, he barely had any sleep, tossing and turning, dying to learn of the outcome of the date. If she and Ben Harrrington had decided to go steady, Sebastian wouldn't know what to do with himself.

Pouting silently next to her, he watched her transform her teacup into a gerbil. Transfiguration was one of those fields that was just as much of an art than science. Sure, any ordinary witch or wizard could brute force solid masses and conglomerate it into its final product but…she…?

She made it look so easy, fluid lines and masses moving like water, shifting beautifully amongst itself to transform into her desires. The hero of Hogwarts was always naturally gifted at magic. Sebastian always took pleasure in just watching her in her element.

Still, he had to wonder. He gazed at her with his undivided attention. His own gerbil had long wandered off having been entirely forgotten. "How did it go?"

"How did what go?" she feigned ignorance.

He huffed. She was smart enough to know exactly what Sebastian was referring to. "Your…date," he hissed through gritted teeth. "with Benjamin Cushings-

"Ben Carrow." She corrected, still not looking up at Sebastian.

Sebastian resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the mention at the other boy's name.

She chewed on her bottom lip. With a swish of her wand, the gerbil turned back into a teacup. In all honesty, the date hadn't gone as well as she had hoped. Maybe it was Sebastian's interruption complicating her already confusing feelings, or maybe she was really not compatible with the 7th year. She had been so sure Sebastian was about to confess his feelings towards her. Everyone had told her that the other Slytherin boy harbored a crush on her.

They were wrong. She was wrong. It was clear that Sebastian didn't think of her as anything more than a friend.

The better she came to terms with it, the better.

Sebastian shifted nervously at her lack of response. She didn't understand. Sebastian needed to know. He needed to know if all of his chances with her were completely dashed. Using his signature Sebastian Sallow charm, he angled his body towards her, fluffing his hair a bit, sitting exactly right.

"I assume it didn't go all too well?" Sebastian pouted dramatically, "It's a shame. I rather liked him. Seemed like a right chap." He stretched his arms over his head languidly, knowing full well that the muscles in his arms would shift ever so slightly against his tight school outfit. "Don't worry your head about it. Plenty of blokes in the sea."

Finally, she slammed her fist on the desk in anger, her first real reaction during this whole conversation. There was an ugly twist to her mouth as she glared at Sebastian with utter contempt.

"Actually, Sallow, the date went fantastic!" She hissed through gritted teeth. "It was just grand, thankyouverymuch. In fact, Ben and I are going to go off an elope to London right after his graduation, and our wedding will be attended by a herd of magical unicorns, and we'll skip into the sunset."

Abruptly, she stood up from her seat, her chair screeching backwards noisily. "I have to talk to Natty about something."

With a swish of her hair, she turned away, stomping rather dramatically towards Natty's desk, no doubt trying to find herself a new Transfiguration partner.

Sebastian was again left alone at their desk, with only her hairy gerbil sized teacup for company.

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Dismissed from Transfiguration class, Sebastian shouldered past the rest of his classmates. "Natty!" The Gryffindor alone. It was the perfect time for Sebastian to do snooping. "Natsai!"

"Sebastian!" Natty turned around. "How was your weekend?"

"Good," Sebastian rushed, sparing the details. The rest of the students walked around them, no doubt annoyed that they were blocking their path. "And yours?"

"Great! I got to spend some time with friends by the Black Lake-"

"-Oh? Was the new Crossed Wand Champion there?" Sebastian feigned ignorance, as if he wasn't stalking her the whole weekend.

Natty's eyes twinkled with mirth. They were too knowing. Still, she was kind enough to not point out how desperate he appeared. "Oh, no, actually I believe she was on a date."

"Oh? A date? That's fantastic." Sebastian's smile was far too wide and far too fake. "And how did it go… the date?" Sebastian asked in a light airy tone, as if he wasn't dying to know every single detail.

Natty mimicked zipping her lips. "My lips are solemnly sealed under the oath I have taken upon joining Girl Talk."

Sebastian's brows knitted in confusion. "Girl Talk?"

She beamed; her teeth dazzling. "Our weekly afternoon tea sessions with Imelda, Poppy, your crush, and myself."

"I don't have a crush on her." Sebastian mumbled darkly underneath his breath.

Natty ignored his comments. "My friend, I am sorry, but I cannot share anything with you. If you really want to know, perhaps you should ask her yourself."

He huffed. Well, he just tried that, and for some reason, it didn't go as well as he expected. Sebastian's eyes widened innocently. "Really, not even for me, your old dueling partner?"

Natty was impervious. She shook her head resolutely. "I am afraid not. It is just as grave as an unbreakable vow. Breathe a word from girl talk, and I am effectively banished from Hogwarts for Life."

He rolled his eyes. Getting Natty to ever change her mind was like getting Headmaster Black to suddenly become tolerant of Muggles: impossible.

"Sebastian, I sense the feeling that my weekend is not at the forefront of your mind," The corner of Natty's lips ticked upwards, "What is it that is troubling you?"

Sebastian sighed. Natty was perceptive as ever. Always able to pinpoint what was truly bothering people. "Nothing. Our vertically challenged friend is just avoiding me is all. She hasn't even invited me on her outings outside Hogwarts in weeks." He crossed his arms. "I should be so lucky it's mostly you and Poppy that she goes on her adventures with. I wouldn't know what I would do if she chose some troll-headed boy like Benjamin Cushings to tag along with her misadventures."

Natty frowned, confused. "Why does it matter? Girl or Boy? The possibility of her developing feelings for either Poppy or myself is still present, yes?"

Warning bells rang in Sebastian's head. Her first date with Ben What's-his-face now entirely forgotten. "Wait, what are you saying? Does she like…"

Natty giggled, mischief in her eye. "Whether or not 'your crush' likes girls, boys, or both, is not for me to answer. That is something you must ask her yourself. But…." she sang in a teasing voice. "I have noticed how quickly her eyes look at my backside when she thinks no one is watching her."

The ground was spinning. Sebastian fought to steady himself. Now, no one was safe. Not only did he have to worry about the male students that she interacted with, but the female students as well. It instantly doubled the number of people he now had to keep his eyes on. Natty, Poppy, Imelda, Anne.

…Anne….

Oh Merlin, Anne. He's left her alone with Anne many times. How naïve he's been thinking his lonely sister could use some female company, a new friend in the lonely cottage in Feldcroft. How positively elated he'd been when his new best friend and sister became thick as thieves. Sebastian's heart would skip a beat whenever the hero of Hogwarts would go out of her way to stop by Feldcroft and drop off freshly made scones.

Oh Merlin the scones…what if…there were never any scones…what they've been secretly snogging this whole time?

After all, she's never made him scones before.

"If I could offer some advice, my old Cross Wands partner," Natty interrupted his thoughts. "My father has always told me sharing my feelings is better than holding them in. Perhaps, if you told our friend your concerns, you'll find them much more manageable than you anticipate."

Sebastian wrinkled his nose. Tell his crush friend how he felt? No thanks. He'd rather be trapped in the Scriptorium. Biding Natty a very hasty goodbye, Sebastian sprinted to the hero of Hogwarts's favorite hiding spot in the Transfiguration courtyard.

Curled in the shade of the biggest tree in the courtyard, she had books spread around her, jotting down notes on parchment. Without so much as a hello, Sebastian grabbed her by the arm (strangely she did not protest at this), dragging her to a secluded corner of the courtyard by her sleeve. He waited until the coast was clear.

"Sebastian! What is all the fuse about? I have a 14 inch paper due for Professor Binns!"

He looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was listening to their conversation. He turned back to hiss quietly. "Are you interested in girls?"

She scrunched her nose in confusion, essay forgotten. "Come again?"

Sebastian paced back and forth, rubbing the back of his neck. Every fiber in his body wanted to wrap her closer, shake an answer out of her. "Some people, rumors really, around the school say that you prefer girls as well as guys."

He did not get the reaction he wanted. She folded her arms, leaning away from him. "And, since when did you care for school gossip?" She asked coldly. "Why does it matter to you if I like girls or if I like guys?"

He felt like pulling his hair. What did it matter? It was only the most important question in all of Hogwarts! What if she wasn't interested in boys at all? What if her date with Whats-his-name was just a cover? Oh Merlin, was Sebastian doomed from the very start?

"Of course it matters! I need to know!" Her disgusted expression made him backtrack. "As your friend of course. I'm not…I'm not…a hateful git or anything." She scoffed, walking away. "Oh don't be like that. You know I'm not against the idea of two woman or two men being together. Merlin, Sirona is one of the best people I know…and….and Professor Garlick! I'm pretty sure she fancies a lady! Not sure who..but…you know she looks the type!"

His friend stopped walking away from him. Her body was stiff. Her voice was low and dangerous. "She looks the type?"

Sebastian could sense he was about to walk into a trap he didn't know he sprung. "Well, I mean the general…aura. But it doesn't matter! Point is, I will always be your friend. Regardless of who-I mean, what type of person you like!"

Her eyes narrowed, Sebastian was getting on her last fucking nerve. First the date, then the incessant nagging during Transfiguration, now this. What had gotten in Sebastian recently?

Spinning around, she marched back to Sebastian. She was going to give him a piece of her mind. Before she could spew her angry tirade, the words were caught in her throat.

Rubbing the back of his neck nervously, Sebastian had a soft expression on his face. He was shuffling his feet nervously in the courtyard. His hair had fallen from its normally perfect coif, tumbling over his brow. No doubt, he had been grabbing at its roots, in frustration. He gazed at her through its strands with wide bright eyes.

And just as suddenly as it came, her anger deflated. This was Sebastian, her closest friend in Hogwarts. No matter what awful thing he did, she could never be too angry at him. "You wouldn't reveal this secret of mine to everyone in Hogwarts?"

"Never." Sebastian answered automatically. "Every secret you tell me, I guard with my life. I would never betray you like that. And, no matter who you like, you'll always be one of my closest friends. That I can promise." He was alarmed at his own sincerity. Sebastian would never stop caring for her, even if she didn't reciprocate his feelings, though…he'd much rather prefer if she did feel the same way.

Her shoulders relaxed. "Even if I was only attracted to nasally annoying gits named Leander Prewitt?"

"Prewitt??? Blasted Prewitt??" he sputtered at her laughter. "Now, hold on a minute. Your preferences don't mean you have to lack taste! Like any gender you want, but Leander Prewitt? Leander? What? Too many troll attacks knock your head a bit lose? Prewitt?"

She tried to stifle her laughter behind her robe sleeves. She looked more relax, all the tension disappearing from her shoulders. She knew Sebastian was an stand up gentleman deep down, but she couldn't help but be a bit nervous talking about a subject as sensitive as this. She could never knew how people would react in this day and age. She wouldn't want to lose her best friend. "Alright, alright, Sebastian. Don't bully the poor boy. I get it. You're not an ignorant prude."

"Only when it comes to Prewitt." Sebastian muttered underneath his breath.

Her expression softened, overwhelmingly relieved that Sebastian was an ally (abetted an awkward one at that). She pulled Sebastian into an unexpected hug, tucking her face into the crook of his neck. Her hands gripped on his robes hard. It was silly that she was so worried talking to Sebastian about something like this. It was Sebastian, the boy who always stood by her side. She should have known from the very first moment Sebastian took the fall for their adventure in the restricted section that he would do anything for her.

Sebastian was thrown off, instantly overwhelmed. He didn't know what prompted the hug, but the Slytherin wasn't going to ever let opportunities like this pass over him. Quickly seizing his moment, he wrapped his arms around her, holding onto her tightly. He never wanted to let her go. He basked in her scent, surrounded by the intoxicating scent of her flowery perfume. Honeysuckle, lavender, and her favorite apple tarts from the kitchen. Soft strands of her hair tickled his cheek. Her arms were so sure and comforting around him.

Merlin, this feeling was dangerous. In her arms, everything felt so right. The world was at peace and every insurmountable problem in Sebastian's life had entirely slipped his mind. He couldn't pinpoint exactly what he was feeling, but whatever it was, it was far more dangerous than any dark arts that he had ever dabbled in. Before he could take it in any more, the hug was over. Just as quickly it started, it was gone.

He missed her warmth.

The transfer stood in front of him, awkwardly fidgety as if she was surprised by her own reactions. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Um, good talk Sebastian. I…I have to go finish my History of Magic Essay before Binns gives me detention. Um, see you at dinner!" With that rushed goodbye, she scurried out of the corridor.

Sebastian stood there lamely still trying to memorize the scent of her shampoo. His heart was pounding as though he just fought off a troll and won. He folded his arms. "She never did answer my question, did she?"

Part 3

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A/N: MC is bisexual af. Sebastian's just too stupid to read between the lines.

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luckyluan · 3 months ago

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Chapter 5.3

A snug breeze set the room aflutter. The mellow light of Livingston’s townhouse brightened to an impossible golden hue. A trickle of condensation slipped down his spine and the scent of other fresh flowers blossomed under his widened nostrils. He inhaled the sweet spring airs now tinged with notes of peonies, freesias, and rose as the floor began to rumble.

He and Oswin jumped out of their chairs as the thick vines cracked the concrete foundation of his home. They burst through the floorboards with their reaching green limbs. The succulent green vines cascaded through his rooms and wrapped themselves around his furniture. They climbed the walls. They burrowed themselves deep into the ceiling of the first floor and coiled around his tricky stairs as they claimed the patched wooden railing as their lattice. Rich and reaching plants ensnared the wooden rods into their winding schemes and disappeared upstairs.

The amber light adopted a lush viridescent tint and pulsed against his suffocating walls. Vines writhed in ceremonial concord and flowered colossal petals from a haze of coruscated dew which seeped into the air ducts. The humid air wicked Livingston’s skin and brought him to life. He felt the hum of every petal growing in his house. The trunks of climbing inflorescences whispered to him while they slurped the moisture from the air and the same familiar breeze sheathed his form like an additional layer of skin. It hugged him around the middle and tickled his spine.

“What happening?” Livingston’s voice echoed.

“You offered sanctuary to one of her sacred creatures.” Oswin answered. “There is no greater honor than to protect her chosen symbol. Wryth—flora godhead, Mother of Growth, and Protector of Unicorns—has expanded your abnormalities as reward.”

“I feel everything!” Livingston moaned. “I can feel the wisteria blooming from the rafters upstairs in my room. I even feel the rose climbers winding around my chimney outside; and the air...it’s so full. I feel like I can...”

His second skin tightened around his body and the doctor’s feet left the ground. He gasped and floated to the ceiling without a second thought.

“You can fly.” Oswin smiled. “I’ve not seen a Naturalist do that in some time.”

“But I stopped using my powers earlier this year. I thought they were gone!” Livingston wheezed.

His head pressed into the ceiling and his power blossomed through his veins. He focused on collapsing his power into a small knot and descended. His feet touched the floor, and Oswin grabbed him around the waist as he stumbled over the rippling foliage growing too fast from his foundation.

“I can fly.” Livingston exclaimed.

“Your astonishment tells me this is a new development.” Oswin suspected.

“My mom taught me to levitate when I was younger. She always told me gravity was a mortal chain, but I never thought I could fly!” Livingston celebrated.

“Perhaps your abnormality—your magic—grew as you did.” Oswin said. “Perhaps you can use them again.”

“Why?” Livingston asked.

His smile faded when his bright eyes focused on the bulb of bronze blood trickling from Oswin’s wide set nostrils. The slow bleed spilled over his onyx beard and his eyes dimmed to a vacant black. Oswin buckled into Livingston’s arms and the pair collapsed to the dining room floor in a heap of limbs. Soft flowers curled around them, and slim roots lowered wilted petals in oblong shapes low over the doctor and his unconscious patient. Their fragrant air wafted the scent of Death into his nostrils and Livingston’s stomach turned.

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ask-healthy-light · 1 year ago

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Although both Celestia and Luna were confident that they could send a substantial pile of what they had baked whither they wanted, and they were willing to try it to ease Spike's heart, they admitted that they did not know if it was such a wise idea; so they politely asked the Young Dragon for some time, and promised to let him know before lunch, when they had found and enchanted the two mirrors.

With a quiet sigh, Spike nodded to the Princesses, as he understood that he would know in due time, and he followed them and Stygian as they trotted around the Palace, looking in every Hall for a big mirror, his mind focused solely on their friends' well-being; but when Twilight noticed his pensive looks, she sweetly lifted him on her and Solar's back, and asked him if they could help in any way.

After some hesitation, Spike admitted that his mind was burdened with worries for the others, since he knew how treacherous the Dragon Lands could be, and he feared that they had left the Empire with far too little time to prepare; and as he turned away in shame, he said that he should have offered to guide them, even if only to the Dragons' lair, from whence they could travel onward to the East.

The courage in his heart and his words far outshone the shame he felt over not helping, and as they gently brushed his cheek with their wing, Eclipse told Spike that he should not see himself in such a bad light; for while he might believe he had let down the others, they promised that nopony would fault him for it, as he still clearly wanted to help out by sending them their freshly baked goods.

As Spike looked up at them again, both Solar and Twilight smiled warmly in return, before they told him that if they could not send them anything, they would find a way to preserve everything that he and Stygian had made for them; and when they could receive magically translocated items once again, they would make sure their package was the first thing they got, even if it exhausted them in turn.

To their relief, a smile grew upon Spike's face again, and he thanked Eclipse for their kind words, to which they merely nuzzled his nose, when Stygian trotted into a Hall they passed, and asked them to wait for a moment; and he gestured for them to enter, as he wanted to see if the mirror in front of him was large enough, but he already confirmed that it was before they even made it to his side.

When Celestia and Luna walked up to stand next to Stygian, they found they could only see the upper edge of the mirror when they looked up as well, and they nodded to each other, and thanked the Grey Unicorn for his keen eye; and as Stygian started to blush, he chuckled, and told the two Princesses he was joyous to hear they were content with the mirror, before asking them what the next step was.

After Luna gave her Sister the small mirror, Celestia told him there was little more they could do, as her spell was easy to cast, even though she had never before cast it on any mirror of this size; the hardest part, she added, was to make sure that the mirror was teleported to Ponyville without a scratch, for which she kindly asked them for their help, but that of Eclipse and Spike most of all.

Both the Two-Headed Alicorn and the Dragon on their back were caught off-guard by Celestia's words, but after they managed to get their thoughts in order, they asked her how they could help her, only to be politely asked in return what Eclipse had told the Pillars in their letter; for they knew the Palace in Ponyville better than anybody, and she wanted them to think of the Hall they wrote about.

Fortunately for Celestia, as she cast her Speculis Spell on the two mirrors, Eclipse said that they asked the Pillars to go to the Hall with the Map of Friendship, to which she briefly nodded, before she walked away; but Celestia scared the others when she suddenly appeared in the Mirror, for which she apologised, whereafter she asked Luna to hold the small Mirror, and Eclipse and Spike to focus.

As Eclipse and Spike thought about the Hall, the others closed their eyes, and their horns glowed.

At that moment, they noticed a slight feeling of homesickness grow within them…

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estellardreams · 1 year ago

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Okay so... On the topic of this post, I'm going to provide my reasoning for each pony species and design attribute because I wanna talk about them. If you got any questions, just ask.

For starters, their ears are obviously a blend between their original Mobian ones and the pony ears... But in Rouge's case they're just Bat ears because for whatever reason people forget Bat ponies exist when they turn these characters into ponies!

Anyway, another detail was trying to match pony species to each Mobian's main attribute. And it led to quite a few plot changes and alterations to their designs in general. So let's just start...

Sonic: Pegasus. This one I had directly based off of a legitimate MLP G5 Cover where the artist themselves showed the unshaded version and it was LITERALLY SONIC. So I made it as close as I could but added my own flair to it such as the peach muzzle and a fluffier physique (bc I draw all of my characters like that). If you don't know what I'm referring to for "Pony Sonic" look at these.

As for lore reasons, I took it as a direct competition with Rainbow Dash, his free lifestyle, and because Pegasi are naturally the fastest pony type.

Now there still might be the question on... Will Sonic become an alicorn if he goes super? My answer: No. I doubt he would, and if anything super forms were traded out for rainbow forms instead since during this timeline the elements of Harmony became the core magic relics, and the crystal heart itself is now the Master Emerald.

Tails/Miles: Pegasus. A bit of a lore explanation on this one, so buckle in. Have you noticed that Tails' wings are more fluffy and round, like Pipp's? Despite that most likely being a design choice, I've decided to twist this attribute into something more like a disability.

Wings that fluffy and not aerodynamic make those having them struggle to fly, as such it's a genetic mutation. See where this is going? Miles was bullied a lot for being unable to fly, just like Fluttershy. Then Sonic came around, got the bullies to back off, and Miles wanted to catch up to Sonic and thank him. And despite the blue blur already being far away, he tried to fly... And managed to! His flying style is actually quite different from the usual pegasus, focusing more on long strides than fast and quick flapping. He also figured out gliding in the air to conserve energy, too!

Knuckles: Earth Pony. Do I need to state the obvious that earth ponies are naturally stronger than the others? Besides, being the sole guardian of a powerful relic and seperated during the three tribe's conflict entirely made him completely unaware of the other races. In a way, his kind is similar to the crystal ponies who are all earth ponies with a special gimmick.

Knuckles did guard the Crystal Heart his entire life, so when the empire itself was about to lose itself to the storm he gave some of the Crystal's energy to create an identical replica to restore it.

However, he's had to repeatedly replace it because once the energy exhausts itself, it just kept shattering and threatening the storms again. Eventually though, pure love from the empire stabilized one of the replicated hearts, leading to them not needing the replacement unless for emergencies.

Amy Rose: Unicorn. So... You know how unicorns are known to be more magically competent? Well, what if I told you I placed certain strengths between the species and enforced Amy's character that way. She was originally seen as weak, but built up her strength and speed to keep up with everyone else. Although she's still a fortune teller at heart, she's incredibly skilled with her hammer and is surprisingly faster and stronger than the average unicorn, who are by comparison the weaker race physically.

Shadow: Alicorn. Now you might be asking... Why an alicorn? Two things: One; Ultimate Lifeform's gotta keep up his title and Two; If they wanted a pony who is both immortal and immune to all diseases besides being a bio-weapon, wouldn't you design them to be the strongest race out there?

The story here is rather simple; Shadow was created in a space colony to help cure his friend/older sister Maria, who had an incurable disease. Eventually, the royal guards caught wind of this and alerted the princesses, who ordered for them to storm the space colony and arrest EVERYONE who was involved. However, because Maria was so weak during the escape she unfortunately died before Shadow and her could've reached the pod together. Shadow was ejected out and sent down to Equestria before he could save her.

Eventually he was imprisoned as well after getting captured and remained locked away for 50 years before eventually getting released, but told to never speak of the incident nor interact with anyone else... Guess what happened afterwards.

Detour real quick because small rant... Why do people make Shadow an earth pony, unicorn, or pegasus but not an alicorn in general?! It's legitimately so fitting and it kinda frustrates me. And also... I understand the appeal of an earth pony Sonic because, well... He runs. He's the fastest thing alive and would make him direct competition with Rainbow because they're both fast. But also... Aren't earth ponies the most physically strong out of everyone? Pegasi are known to be the fastest, and even then this would make him even more tight locked with a Rainbow Dash rivalry. Think about it!

Anyway, back to Shadow. I don't get the earth pony take but I understand why because A. Sonic's rival and B. Being the exact same like Sonic in every way except speed which no it doesn't work like that. If anything, I think Sonic could hold up rather well against Shadow through quick thinking and movement while he relied on pure strength and power. Opposites by design, too. As for the unicorn take... What part of that screams "Ultimate Lifeform"?

Anyway. I rest my case.

#ShadowAlicornSupremacy

Now, back to the other pony designs.

Rouge: Bat pony. Do I even need to explain?

Silver: Unicorn. Similar reason to Amy, except he didn't build up his physical strength or speed that much. He did still come from the future, however occasionally got stuck in the past due to the time travel schenagains. Also he was probably oen of the harder ponies to design because, well... Have you seen how little color his fur is? It's practically all white! I had to compensate by adding more cyan and yellow to make him more recognizeable than just eye color and cutie mark.

Also fluffy hair Silver... I love it when Silver's hair in human versions is soft and fluffy. It's adorable! :D

Now, how would this change the original MLP canon? Not too much, actually. If anything, these stories go on in the background during the Mane 6's adventures. But some things definitely intrude on some seasons and force the six to act and get involved, leading to them to meeting with the Sonic characters. Generally, depends on the threat at hand. Think of Dark Gaia being their first instigator to meeting, then the plunderseeds coming after because Harmony magic accidentally went haywire due to the Dark Gaia incident, leading to the plunderseeds finally being able to sprout, and they snag whoever has a ton of Harmony magic inside of them... Celestia, Luna, Shadow, and Sonic included.

Then Tirek comes around, leading to Sonic's squad to work together to distract him long enough so Twilight and her friends could figure out what to do, get everyone to safety, and avoid capture themselves.

Eventually their group falls, leading to a fight breaking out as Twilight's group goes Rainbow and begins to fight Tirek. But during this, one by one their own power-up disperses until Twilight is left, forced to choose to give up her stored alicorn magic in exchange for rescuing all of her friends, including Sonic's group. Then the final key, magic chest, yadda yadda.

Twilight's castle still has the original seven seats, though. Sonic's group functions more like a support friend group than part of the major group, and after this they went back to their normal adventures on the side.

The War still happened. Along with the Metal Virus. They don't talk about those.

#text post #sonic au #mlp au #explanation #World's Unite MLP/Sonic AU

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poisonouswritings · 3 years ago

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M3 + Playing Games

Sometimes a bit of silliness does good for the heart

GN!Reader, fluff

Felix Escellun

Felix likes to pull things from the Void sometimes. That includes things from Earth. As you get better with magic he lets you help out. It's nice. You help him identify whatever he pulls out, and he tries to find familiar things to make you happy.

One day, he pulls out a box that's covered with big bold letters and bright colors. You'd recognize it anywhere.

Twister™

You immediately start opening up the box and setting it up, excitedly explaining the rules to Felix. At first he seems confused. Then a little flustered.

'MC, don't you think someone like Sage might be better suited for this?'

No! >:( Wanna play with the Goth! >:(

You wave his concerns away and finish setting up, then kick off your shoes and motion for him to do the same. He grumbles a bit but unlaces his boots and tucks them neatly under the table.

Stella immediately starts gnawing on his shoes. He tries to swat her away but she just picks one up in her little fangs and runs off.

You let him have the first spin. Left foot red. You go next. Right hand blue.

Left hand yellow.

Right foot green.

Right hand blue

Right hand red

On and on. Felix isn't exactly the most limber of the Starsworn, but he's got a competitive spirit so he won't be beaten down so easily!

Ooh you are all pressed up against him though and he's having a hard time focusing

Left foot yellow. You have to slide your leg between both of his. You're trying really hard not to laugh at how even the tips of his ears are pink

Right hand blue. His cheek is mushed against your thigh.

Left hand gr-

Felix yelps and loses balance. He flails to try and catch himself and ends up knocking you down too. With a big whoomf! you both wind up on the floor, you on top of Felix.

',,,,,o,,,,w,,,,,,,,'

Honestly he's not complaining about being under you tho

He pouts and blames it on 'his feeble body protesting'

But when you chuckle and kiss his cheek, that definitely brightens his mood

Anisa Anka

You've been trying to teach Anisa about Earth stuff. After all, if she's gonna come to Earth with you someday, she'll need to know what she's dealing with. And she looks so excited whenever you talk about Earth, whenever she learns something new. In fact she even keeps a notebook for her studies and observations. She gets you to draw (or try to draw) whatever the topic is. It's become a nice little field journal.

Point is, Anisa likes learning things about Earth.

So you suggest a memory game. Concentration. It's simple enough. One of you picks a topic and you go back and forth naming things that belong to it. Simple enough. The first thing you teach her is the song. You pick up a nearby rag to toss back and forth in time with your words.

'Con-cen-tra-tion, concentration is the key, keep-the-rhy-thym, keep the rhythm of the beat. Category is-!'

You end up holding the rag. You think about it for a moment before picking something you've been teaching Anisa a lot about; Earth animals. You try to stick to the ones you've told her about. Dog.

'Dolphin!' she chirps happily, her eyes going bright and excited

Alpaca

'Llama'

Giraffe

'Unicorn'

Unicorns aren't,,, she looks so proud of herself. You gotta let her have it.

Cat

And on and on.

The two of you are in an open field near her apartment. Technically you're supposed to be training.

But hey, you are! You're training your mental sharpness. That counts. Doesn't it?

Obviously you have an advantage. Anisa runs out of easy answers pretty fast, and soon she's spending several minutes in near complete silence as she tries to remember another one.

'Um... T...tiger?'

And then you immediately say leopard.

Anisa opens her mouth. Pauses. Closes her mouth.

'I still think dolphins would be the most exquisite,,'

You can't help but laugh at how earnest she sounds about it.

No, Annie, you still can't eat a dolphin.

But you promise to take her to sushi someday, and that makes her happy.

Sage Lesath

You know full and well that Sage cheats at cards. He's decent enough at it, at least when the people he's playing against are drunk. But today you've got something he can't cheat at. It's all for the sake of a bet that you're determined to win.

So you're playing Slapjack

The rules; you split the deck in half. You take turns putting a card down face-up. When the Jack appears, be the first one to slap it. That's it. You'll play until all four jacks are gone.

The two of you are sitting on your bed after a night at the tavern.

'There are plenty of other things we could be doing here ;)' You threaten to spray Sage with water. He snickers, tail flicking against your pillows.

You set down your first card, a two of hearts.

Game start!

The first jack comes on Sage's seventh card. You slap it just a half-second before he does. It's with a mischievous grin that you hold up your hard-won card. Your gloating smile makes him,, a little flustered.

The second jack comes three cards later on your turn, and Sage slaps it down. He uses the edge of the card to softly boop your nose.

It's tied. Anyone can win.

With each card that gets drawn, your focus sharpens a little bit more, a little bit more, a little bit more.

With each card that gets drawn, Sage snuggles down into your pillows even more, getting his fur all over them. He looks smug about it too.

The third jack comes out of nowhere from your hand. Sage nearly slaps your hand with how fast he claims it.

So 1-2. You have one more chance to win this.

The very next card you play is the fourth jack. You try to slap it but-

Sage lightly grabs your wrist with one hand and uses the other to tap the card.

Cheater! You throw your unused cards at him as he laughs, lacing his fingers with yours and squeezing your hand. Smarmy little bastard.

You lean down and very lightly nip at his wrist. He releases you with a flustered, startled chuckle.

You say that since he cheated, he loses. So now you get to style his hair however you want >:)

If his wagging tail is any indication, he really doesn't mind. So you settle down behind him, remind him not to bite you, and get to work on all the various long hair styles you've researched in your years as a cosplayer, talking to him about them a bit as you go along.

He invites you to pull his hair a little-

#fictif last legacy #last legacy #felix escellun #fictif felix #last legacy felix #felix x reader #anisa anka #fictif anisa #last legacy anisa #anisa x reader #sage lesath #fictif sage #last legacy sage #sage x reader #ozzy daydreams

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hufflautia · 4 years ago

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in the soft silence of her love

Warning: biphobia

Summary: Slytherin supports Hufflepuff after a break-up.

“And then,” Hufflepuff continues angrily, “he said I would probably cheat on him with a girl!”

Slytherin’s forehead creases while Hufflepuff paces around the dormitory.

“He sounds like the type of guy who would ask for a threesome after you tell him you’re bi,” she replies.

“Right?!” Hufflepuff plops onto the bed, her arms splayed over the duvet as she stares at the ceiling with blazing eyes. “Honestly, fuck him.”

“Fuck him,” Slytherin agrees, laying beside her.

“I’m glad I told him I’m bisexual,” she huffs. “Otherwise, I’d still be in a disgusting relationship with that rat without knowing how much of a dick he is.”

I always suspected he was an ass, Slytherin thinks. But how was I supposed to tell my best friend I hated her boyfriend?

Hufflepuff’s demeanor shifts into something undeniably desolate, and she closes her eyes. Slytherin sees a stray tear slip from her eye and past her ear.

“Hufflepuff?”

She turns her head to see Slytherin staring with furrowed brows. She doesn’t respond, not even when her eyes become clouded with tears.

Slytherin pushes herself upright and says her name again but in a more gentle tone.

That’s when she wordlessly sits up and holds her arms out, to which Slytherin scoots forward to embrace her.

Her face wrought with emotion, Hufflepuff sobs into the crook of her neck. Slytherin doesn’t ask what’s wrong. Hufflepuff will talk when she’s ready.

After several minutes, her breathing gradually evens out, and all that can be heard is her occasional sniffles. She draws in a deep breath and exhales shakily.

“He said I should’ve told him in the beginning. He said I tricked him. And it, it hurt,” her voice cracks, “to hear that. To hear him say all those things to m—me.”

Slytherin hugs her tighter. “I know,” she murmurs, rubbing her back in a methodical manner. “I know.”

Hufflepuff feels herself shake and tremble from the effort of muffling her own cries. It doesn’t take long for her to let it all out. Snot begins to leak from her nose as tears streak down her face, but she doesn’t bother wiping them off. It hurts. Everything just hurts.

But with Slytherin by her side, it hurts a little bit less.

It’s been two weeks since the breakup. They’re studying for their Potions exam in the Slytherin common room, where it's quiet and peaceful. Slytherin is too focused on her work to notice that Hufflepuff hasn’t written a single word down in the past ten minutes.

“It was you, wasn’t it?”

Slytherin regards Hufflepuff with a puzzled expression.

“What?”

“You were the one who jinxed you-know-who last week.”

Slytherin snorts and says, “If you’re talking about Voldemort, then no, I did not jinx that no-nose egg. But I would if I could.”

Hufflepuff shoots her a pointed look.

“Okay, okay,” she relents. “Yes, I turned your ex into a rat. But only because he deserved it!”

Hufflepuff wants to be mad, she really does. After all, Slytherin has gotten detention plenty of times because of her—well, for her, really. But she cracks a smile. It was pretty funny to see him walk through the corridors with the tail still intact; Madam Pomfrey can do many things, but even her healing magic has limits.

“You didn’t have to do that for me,” Hufflepuff says.

Slytherin arches an eyebrow.

“Who said I did it for you,” she asks. “Maybe I wanted to see him scurry around for my own amusement.”

A wide grin stretches across Hufflepuff’s face. She doesn’t bother pressing her best friend about it. She knows the truth.

They go back to their work, and before Slytherin can truly return her focus to the assignment, Hufflepuff speaks.

“Thank you.”

[I normally don’t put songs in one-shots, but I’m watching sapphic tiktoks while revising this fic, and I came across this song and it’s so beautiful that I simply have to include it because the vibes are immaculate and it flows well with the story. The song is 25 seconds long, but it loops for 3 minutes. You’ll be able to finish the story before it loops. No need to rush. Here is the link.]

Slytherin meets her eyes and grins.

“Of course,” she says. “You deserve the world.”

Hufflepuff offers a soft smile.

“Hopefully we’ll see it together.”

And then she goes back to her work, but Slytherin doesn’t look away. Not yet. Not when she’s gazing upon the girl whom she has silently loved for years.

Yea, Slytherin thinks. Maybe we will.

Inspired by this post I found on Instagram (originally from Tumblr, funnily enough):

Unrelated, but that gif is of a character played Phoebe Tonkin, my mermaid QUEEN. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed. Check out my masterlist, and lemme know what you thought of this one-shot! I love reading your comments <3 Thanks for reading!

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whaleofatjme1920 · 3 years ago

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Could Really Use A Wish Right Now (Mordetwi)

Could Really Use A Wish Right Now

[Mordecai X Twilight Sparkle]

[Warnings: none.]

[AN: I told you I was writing Mordetwi fanfic only I put way too much effort into it and it's 3.6K words long. Read this and enjoy it or I will never forgive you. Also, I’ve never watched Regular Show so like—]

Have you ever met someone in your life that makes you feel so utterly complete? They make your heart sing and the butterflies in your stomach spring to life just by existing in the same space as you.

The purple unicorn called Twilight Sparkle had honestly never believed she was never destined to meet someone who could inspire those things inside of her. When she was a filly learning about the common beauty that is ‘soulmate identifiers,’ she’d been disheartened to learn that she lacked all of them.

“It’s a simple exercise,” Princess Celestia began, watching as her students eyed her with wonder and excitement. “Unicorns have a special ability that allows us to hone in on not only our soulmate identifiers, but others as well,” she explained, her horn lighting up with a beautiful golden aura as it began to spread brighter and brighter. Her eyes closed for but a fraction of a second before a counter appeared over Celestia’s head. “See? Easy as pie,” she smiled.

“What does your counter mean, princess?” Moon Dancer asked, her brows quirking up.

Princess Celestia hummed thoughtfully. “It’s counting down the hours, minutes and seconds until I meet my special somepony,” she answered. “Though, I have a feeling it is not of the romantic nature.”

Another filly looked over, confusion etching his face. “That’s possible?”

Celestia giggled and nodded, magickally willing her counter away. “Not everypony is destined to have a romantic soulmate, nor do they always want one,” the princess started as she walked over to the still confused filly. She stretched one of her wings out, gently draping over him before dipping her head down and explaining further. “Friendship is just as important.”

The young male filly made a loud ‘ohhhhh’ sound before excitedly getting back into the lesson.

Princess Celestia then began to explain how to do the spell, focusing on feelings and intuition more than actual words.

“Have some faith while casting your magick,” Princess Celestia said, watching as her students paired up. “Don’t doubt yourself.”

The words of her princess echoed in Twilight’s head, the young filly bracing herself as her purple aura began to spread over her horn.

“C’mon Twi, I believe in you,” Moon Dancer said, her violet colored eyes sparkling with determination and her own horn igniting with light pink aura.

Twilight grinned at her friend, honing in on her feelings as she and Moon Dancer cast the spell - and she saw it! Moon Dancer was gifted with the first words on her forehoof - it’ll appear when she’s 13.

“Do you see mine?” The red maned pony asked excitedly.

Twilight nodded. “First words at 13,” she answered. “And me?”

“I can’t really-”

“Alright my little ponies, back to your seats please,” Princess Celestia said, her voice like honey and silk. Her voice carried on, oblivious to Twilight’s inner turmoil as she continued on with the lesson, explaining the different types of marks and the most common ones. “Does anypony have any questions?”

“What do you do if you don’t have one?” The young filly asked, her dark purple colored hoof held high in the air as she looked at the regal princess who had paused from her lesson to take questions.

“Excellent question, Twilight,” Princess Celestia’s regal voice complimented, briefly watching as stars that were reminiscent of Twilight’s cutie mark sparkled in her eyes before addressing her. “Perhaps it is an area of study you can go into,” the princess winked.

Twilight raised a brow and cocked her head to the side. “You mean to tell me that no pony in the history of ponies has ever lacked a soulmate identifier?”

Princess Celestia chuckled and nodded, her large, feathery wings fanning out for but a moment to show her amusement before nodding. “There’s always a special somepony for everypony out there, whether it be purely platonic or romantic!” The large white mare explained. Aura flowed from her horn and plucked a piece of chalk up from the chalkboard’s ledge. It floated around her head before she turned back to the board. “We learn about new soulmate identifiers daily,” she explained, writing down the notes.

Twilight shifted awkwardly in her seat before using her own magic to pick up her quill, taking down her teacher’s notes.

“Sometimes, soulmate identifiers come late in life or change depending on our advancements in magick and technology.”

The princess’s voice droned on and Twilight took down her notes diligently, ears flattened against her skull. The feeling of dread pooled deeper in her stomach.

“And sometimes,” Princess Celestia continued, “sometimes they just don’t appear until a certain age. Sixteen seems to be the latest.”

Twilight’s ears perked up. Sixteen, huh? She could wait until then. Maybe there was hope for her after all.

Sixteen came and went and Twilight found herself tearing up on her balcony, stargazing in an attempt to soothe her aching heart. It was just past midnight and she performed that stupid spell again and again with no luck. In the mirror, all she saw was herself, and nothing more.

“Twily? You in here?” A gentle male voice asked, gently knocking on her door.

The unicorn flattened her ears against her head and used her forehoof to wipe away her crystalline tears. “Just about to sleep,” she said, barely hiding her sniffles. She didn’t want to face Shining Armor like this.

The stallion’s voice exhaustedly chuckled. “C’mon, what’s wrong?” He asked.

Twilight sighed deeply and opened her bedroom door with her magick, revealing a white stallion with blue hair.

He looked over the darkness of Twilight’s room before tsking his tongue at seeing the sorry state of his sister. His dark blue hooves tapped quietly along the bedroom floor as he made way to her, his magick opening her balcony doors just enough for him to sit beside her. “What’s on your mind?” He asked, eyes gentle and soft.

Twilight lowered her eyes, unable to look at her brother before biting the bullet and deciding to explain it to him. “I… Am I destined to be alone?” She asked softly, voice cracking ever so slightly.

Shining Armor’s heart softened at the sound of his distraught sister before he wrapped his arm around her. “No, of course not,” he hushed. “You’re going to be just fine,” he cooed, rocking his baby sister back and forth.

“That’s so easy for you to say,” the purple mare said with a growing frown. “You have Cadence-”

“We’re not talking about me right now,” he cut Twilight off sharply. He felt her wince against him. “Sorry, it’s just,” he rested his head on top of hers. “You’re gonna be just fine. You have my word.”

Twilight took in her brother’s warmth, still bitter over the fact he had a soulmate and she didn’t, but spent time in his warm embrace. He’s her BBBFF for a reason.

From then on, and it came in small bouts, Twilight began to think of music in her head. Little songs of things she recognized, some things she didn’t, but music all the same. At first, she assumed it was just her head substituting the liminal spaces in her head with something melodic and pleasant, but over the years, it grew louder.

How curious…

She’d grown a lot since she was sixteen, seven years had passed and the soulmate identifying mark was but a scar on her heart. Though, the music in her head was triggered at the oddest times. She’d learned to tune it out through the years, that and the feelings of her pain over a lack of soulmates.

Her friends had already found theirs.

Pinkie Pie’s was a stallion by the name of Cheese Sandwich. They were bound together by a step counter.

Rainbow Dash’s was Apple Jack, and of course, they were tied together through shared injuries. Rainbow Dash had to apologize for all of Apple Jack’s phantom wing pain.

Fluttershy had a red string of fate connected to Discord.

Rarity had an almost ‘lost to legend’ soulmate identifier, one in which your reflection is actually your soulmate - and it led her to Fancy Pants, who was in every sense, her platonic soulmate.

And Twilight? She liked to say she didn’t care anymore.

Instead, she buried herself into her friendships and focused on her magick, honing in on the skills and abilities she did have and could work on.

It was one of those spells that brought her to him.

“And you’re sure this is a good idea?” Spike asked, his green eyes showing nothing but concern. His clawed hands anxiously grasped at his scaly tail.

Twilight nodded, her magick clasping the book to a close, sending dust flying in the air. She twitched her nose before sneezing slightly. “Yes,” she began. “If I do this right, we’ll peer into another…. Reality? Dimension? Oh goodness, I have no idea!” She giggled, glee dotting her face.

Spike’s eyes fell to the book as Twilight reshelved it. “Do we really need to be looking into other realities?” He questioned, voice still shaky and unsure.

“Of course I am!” Twilight beamed. “This was one of Star Swirl’s greatest spells, it hasn’t been attempted in centuries! If I can, maybe we can learn something and then?”

Spike groaned loudly. “Don’t say it-”

“We can write a research paper!” She giggled, her ears perked up and magick already begin to form around her horn. Twilight honestly pranced like a filly, giggling as she went over the spell in her head.

Spike narrowed his eyes before hiding behind the table and flashing a shaky thumbs up.

Twilight steadied herself before gearing up, the aura on her horn growing brighter and brighter. The violet hue almost became blinding as Twilight grit her teeth at the sheer energy flowing through her body.

She flattened her ears against her skull as she put more of her power into the spell. “I can barely hold it!” She cried out, hooves digging into the wood of her library floor. She tensed the muscles in her legs.

“It’s not gonna hold!” Spike shouted, bracing for an explosion.

“Yes it will-!” Twilight yelled back, exhausting her power as her horn heated up past boiling. Her horn was practically sparkling now, growing hotter and brighter, sparks flying as she poured more and more of herself into it. She hissed in pain as the sheer force of magick sent her flying back to her shelves, sending books and precious knowledge all over the place.

“Twilight! Are you okay?” Spike asked once it was safe to come out, uncomfortable with the heavy heat that lingered in the air. He rushed over to the dizzy unicorn, watching as she shook the books off.

“I’m fine,” she said, voice a little hazy as Spike took her forehoof into his hands, helping her up. “I just need to try again. Maybe I missed something?” She rhetorically asked, rubbing at her temple in an attempt to shove off her physical pain that cracked over her body like glass at its breaking point. Her hooves clacked against the floor as she shakily steadied herself, her magick grabbing the book from its place.

“Don’t you think that you’ve exhausted yourself today?” Spike asked, his voice soft and low. “You need to rest, maybe get some hay fries?” He suggested.

Twilight continued to page through the book, eyes scanning it faster and faster for any hint on what to do. Nothing. She groaned and angrily shoved it back into its place. “You’re right, let’s get something to eat,” she sighed, picking Spike up with her magick and placing him on her back.

Spike mentally sighed in relief as the purple unicorn trotted out of the library, his stomach growling the entire way.

Twilight now stands in the middle of some field in the late afternoon verging on evening, songs in her head keeping her attention bright eyed and bushy tailed. Spike was back home, sleeping, of course. She had all the time she needed to practice her spell, and she’d keep going until she got it right.

She powers up the spell again, the breeze sending her pretty mane flying and thankfully, out of her face as her aura grows. The purple color fizzles at first, almost as if it was asking her to not do so - to give up, but she grit her teeth and powers through it.

“Come on,” she growls, putting more and more of her power into the spell, her brain attempting to focus on anything other than the songs that were permeating her skull. Twilight steadies herself, hooves digging into the earth and kicking up some of the grass, the light emitting from her horn beginning to sparkle almost brilliantly. Twilight feels a smidge of hope, a smile blooming on her face before it falls.

She feels dashed!

“No!” She cries out, wondering why it was failing.

It flickers and sends sparks flying everywhere, and then it stops. It’s almost pitiful, seeing the magick drip from her horn pathetically like when you attempt to carefully pour something carefully and it dribbles out instead.

She angrily stomps her hoof on the earth, thoughts running out from her head until the music grows louder. She’d tried so many spells throughout her time to in a cain attempt to stop it, but still it persisted.

“You want me to listen to you? Fine! Fine!” She exclaims in frustration, voice rife with anger as she allows the song to overtake her thoughts. On pure intuition when the music is blasting through her thoughts, she attempts the spell again.

Twilight closes her eyes, attempting to hone in and completely misses how her magick takes on a different form. It bounces and swirls around her and rises and falls with the swells in the music. It bounces, small specks of the magick flow from the waving strands and begin to pool, slowly building up to a portal that swirls, growing brighter and brighter with a violet hue.

She’s mentally cursing herself for the energy she’s expending here, but at the same time, the spell is so close to its conclusion, she can feel it in her bones! She focuses on the lyrics of the song, taking in the sweet words. Is it a love song? She really can’t tell.

Remaining sunlight dances across her closed eyelids and Twilight can tell she’s used up all her power. She pants, coat covered in a foamy sheen as she shakes herself with the oncoming breeze. That was absolutely exhausting. She finds herself collapsing to the soft grass, taking in the scent of the earth and listens to the way the breeze shuffles through it. A long sigh escapes her lips before she opens her eyes.

Twilight lets out a yelp, jumping back several yards as she looks at the very confused creature standing with a pop can in front of her. “What the-, who the- what?” She begins to incoherently babble, her eyes wide with shock.

The creature in front of her almost drops his pop can before blinking. “What the- who are you?” Voice is male - must be a guy-

“Who are you?” Twilight asks, slowly standing on wobbly legs to the bird-like creature.

“I-I asked first?” He says, one of his eyes narrowing in confusion as he leans forward.

Twilight snorts and slowly walks up to the portal. “My name is Twilight Sparkle,” she answers hesitantly.

“M-Mordecai,” he replies just as hesitantly. “Why did you open a portal in my living room?” He questions as his beaked face draws closer and closer to the portal.

“I was trying to finish a spell, wait-” Twilight then pauses, her expression of hesitance turning to excitement. “I did it!” She cries out happily, beginning to hop up and down. “I really did it, I opened a portal to another reality!” She laughs, horn shooting off fireworks as a further expression of her joy.

Mordecai looks at the prancing purple unicorn with even more confusion. He hates to interrupt her, but he needs answers. “Why don’t you uh, take a seat and we can figure this out together?” He suggests, slowly backing up to sit on his couch.

Twilight stops prancing and blushes slightly before reeling herself back in, awkwardly trotting back to the portal’s edge. She places her hoof on it, watching as it ripples. She tries to step into it, displeased with seeing that it only dips in before bouncing back, sending her hoof flying back at her. She frowns. “Well, there’s this wizard named Star Swirl,” she starts, magick plucking his book up from her saddle bag.

The ended up talking late into the night, the light of the moon being the only thing that lit up their visages. Twilight had explained so much to Mordecai, and Mordecai to Twilight.

They were… Surprisingly more compatible than either of them had originally expected. However, nothing could prepare Twilight or Mordecai for what was about to happen next.

“Something about me that nopony knows?” Twilight hums. “I hear songs, a lot.”

“Oh dude, me too,” Mordecai seriously nodded. “But like, I’ve never heard the songs before? I can’t tell if my head is making them up or not,” he chuckles before his large wings crush his fifth pop can.

“What kind of songs?”

“There was this one about the Hokey Pokey, I think?” He began to list off. “And then another about the history of some group called the WonderBolts? But the one that stuck out the most was this one was about smiling,” he awkwardly laughs before rolling his eyes. “Weird, right?”

Twilight honestly can’t believe what she’s hearing. Those are all songs she’s sung at one point or another, with and without Pinkie Pie - that’s when she realizes it.

“You’re my soulmate.”

“What?”

“That’s-That’s our soulmate tie,” she continues, voice seldom higher than a whisper before light begins to sparkle in her eyes.

Mordecai’s eyes are wide. Soulmates? He was always under the impression he didn’t have one! He leaps up from his couch, not even caring about the emptied cans he’s sending to the floor.

The two laugh, feathers and hooves pressing against each other on the portal as they rest their foreheads in the same place.

“I’ve waited my whole life to meet you,” Mordecai wisps out, his voice soft and innocent. “Who knew all it took as a portal,” he chuckles breathily. “Eyes like stars and hair that falls so perfectly,” he compliments, wishing so badly that he could hold her.

Twilight hums and presses against the portal just a little tighter. “I’m so happy to have met you,” she whispers. He makes butterflies flutter in her stomach and her heart stop and race all at the same time. Is this what being in love feels like?

She honestly wished this moment could last forever. He was so close, yet so far…

There are so many more things they want to say to each other when the portal begins to glitch, the sparkles that made it gradually deconstructing and coming back to Twilight’s horn.

She gasps. “No, no, no!” She cries out, attempting once again to perform the spell.

“Twilight? What’s happening?” Mordecai questions, voice growing more and more panicky.

Twilight continually attempts the spell. “I don’t know! Nothing in Star Swirl’s journal-!” She uses her magick to pick up Star Swirl’s journal and looks through it, wondering if there’s any notes she can paw through. Anything, anything at all!

The portal disintegrates faster.

Mordecai bangs his fists against it, calling out for the purple unicorn. “Twilight! Twilight!” He calls out. There’s tears welling in his eyes.

Twilight begins to blink back tears as she reads the section in barely legible ink. It’s faded away with time, but it tells her exactly what she doesn’t want to hear.

‘The reality you open can only be opened once, never to be opened again by you or any other magick caster.’

It’s such an awful rule and almost too convenient, but she lets out a groan of frustration and flings the book back, attempting again and again to save the portal. It’s no use, the magick comes back to her faster than she can build it back up.

Her hooves grasp for Mordecai, attempting to hold onto him through the veil, tears wetting her fur. “Please, please don’t go!” She cries out.

Mordecai continues to claw helplessly at the portal as they stand on tiphooves and toes to see the remaining glimpses of each other, eyes now red and puffy.

“Don’t forget about me!” Twilight exclaims, voice cracked and broken.

“Don’t go, please don’t go!” Mordecai cries back, watching as the last of Twilight’s magick closes the portal, her cries still fresh in his ears.

The field is silent now and the moon hangs brightly in the sky. Stars dot the bluish black and Twilight can’t bring herself to move. Instead, she grips at herself, gazing up, and wistfully at that.

In another reality, Mordecai quietly floats outside, tears wetting his feathers and staining them as he gazes up at the full moon. The stars hang in the sky and alongside them, so too do airplanes. He watches their flickering yellow and red lights and brokenly chuckles to himself. He begins to hum, sending this one out to Twilight.

“Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?”

Twilight’s ears twitch as Mordecai sings in the back of her head, her face tilting upwards to be bathed in the light of the moon. More crystalline tears fall from her eyes and water the earth. She sniffles and wipes away some more of her tears with her forehoof.

“I-I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now…”

Separated by realities, the symphony plays on. It’s a cruel reminder of what could have been should they have lived on the same plane of existence.

#twilight sparkle #mordecai #mordetwi #mordecai x twilight #crackfic #my little pony #angst #strangers to lovers #what even is this #im serious #this is 3.6k words #what the #fucking mordetwi #mlp friendship is magic #regular show #soulmate #soulmate identifying marks #can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars #i could really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now

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wanderingwolfwitcher · 1 year ago

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"Noble or not, ain't for me to judge most folk, especially clients. Meet all sorts from every walk of life and place in a hierarchy I ain't part of, seeking my expertise, on the Path. It's for me to assess them and their potential or risks. What we got here with this arrangement is different, of course. Not the sort of thing I usually do... but always up for a new experience. Another memory and story to join the many others."

Eskel's low, languid tone returned to the Black Sun noblewoman after some consideration, viper eyes glancing her way again with a nod of sympathy. Something told him she didn't talk often about her past, especially to one she hardly knew... just as he rarely spoke of his upbringing to non fellow Witchers. What he had endured and survived at the school. It would be for the best to maintain some mystery and distance, he was certain... still not being sure how much he might end up trusting her, how much he could afford to. He hadn't lived as long as he had by being a fool, easily taken in by pretty faces and tragic stories. Damn near everyone in the world had the latter, especially of late, with all the wars going on. Time would tell how similar she ended up being to Deidre, who had seemed reasonable at the start as well, before her dagger had found his gut and face. He focused his enhanced senses outward, searching for a place for them to stop at and make camp at last. At her mention of Geralt, he uttered a low, grim chuckle under his breath, nodding his hooded head as he rode Scorpion in another direction through the woods and mountain they climbed, taking the lead further and speaking again.

"Yeah. Wolf does that. Gets around. We all do. Even with our limited remaining numbers, if there's a dame in distress who hasn't met a Witcher, they're about as rare as Unicorns. Well. Least it won't be over for awhile yet. Anything could happen between now and then. Destiny and the Path always have ways of pulling a fast one on folks. This way, think I found a good spot for us to rest. Cavern, not too far from here."

The Witcher informed her, continuing on the path they were on, tracking the location of their first stop on the journey. Before long, it appeared in the woods... a mountain cavern... and reaching it, he stopped Scorpion and took the time to listen for any threats in the vicinity. Though he heard animals around the woods, along with her own heartbeat, neither his senses nor medallion detected any monsters, at least for the time being. It would have to be enough... he could always ward up the camp with magical traps, before nightfall. It was a good place to do some hunting as well, make a good supper for that evening... and he heard the trickling of water in the woods, streams, for fishing in. The Amell Mountains might not have been his mountains, but it was damn good to be back in some at last, familiar terrain, and away from golden Toussaint. Already he didn't look forward to reaching civilization again, in the form of Mag Turga, Nazair and lastly Kovir... but knew it was inevitable. In the meantime, he would enjoy his time in the wild. At last he turned Scorpion around on the spot to look Syanna's way, breaking the silence between them again, gesturing a gloved hand in the direction of the mouth of the cavern as he did so.

"Ain't luxury, but this cave will do. Slept in far worse places you wouldn't want to know about. Seems to be clear of monsters and dangerous animals, will help ward off this mountain chill you probably ain't used to, and a good place to hide from searching knights, if they blunder up here. Time to set up camp."

@starwrittenfates

@wanderingwolfwitcher continued from X

Syanna couldn't help but smile at the fact they were finally clear of Toussaint. Even if it happened to be her home and she did care for it, there was nothing but bad memories associated with it. The only thing that was keeping her to Beauclair now was her dear little sister. But if Syanna had it her way...she'd stay away from it all together.

"Growing up into a life of luxury and comforts isn't all it's made out to be. Simple living is the way to go." She had learned that from experience herself. Raising an eyebrow, she glanced at him. "So...the Blue Mountains? I'm curious-- besides what your destiny is, can you remember anything about your life before becoming a Witcher?"

If anything, Syanna was starting to become more intrigued over her current companion. Eskel was like a breath of fresh air to her, someone who seemed to share similarities with her and didn't lose themselves in things like fairytales, knights or curses. It was something she welcomed happily.

#starwrittenfates

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woozibby · 4 years ago

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Delete My Feelings: Part 32: The Date

includes: fluff, wholesome and smiley!yoongi, a bit of sad angst at the end?? idk if it would class as angst though.

wc: 1667

a.n. ahh so the date is finally here!! I’m sorry it took a while to post, but I wanted the date to be just right! I hope you enjoy this written part and please do tell me what you think! This is only slightly edited, so I’m sorry in advance if there are any mistakes.

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You nibbled at the dry skin on your lips as you stood and studied yourself in the mirror. Taking in your outfit, you let out a small sigh and ran a hand through your hair.

“You look great,” Seulgi smiles from behind you.

With your laptop positioned in front of her, you glanced at her through the mirror and smiled slightly as she typed away.

“You sure?”

Closing the laptop lid, Seulgi looks up at you and continues to smile.

“Of course! You’ll knock his socks off!”

Laughing at her expression, you shake your head and turn to her. He would be here soon and it was like the nerves were eating away at your stomach. You couldn’t explain it.

On the one hand, you were excited, but on the other, you were scared. This was something that you’d never really thought about, something that you could have never seen coming.

Seulgi notices the nervous look that washed over your face and gets up from her place on your bed. She takes the few steps towards you and links your fingers with hers.

“It’ll be okay y/n, no matter what happens tonight, you’ll both be okay,” squeezing her fingers lightly, you try your best to smile.

“I know, I just—...” you pause and take a moment to think. “I don’t want us to be awkward.”

“Dude, he loves you to no end,” Seulgi laughs, pulling you in for a hug. “There is nothing on this earth that you could do that would make him love you any less.”

You don’t wait to return the hug as you wrap your arms around her waist and rest your head against her shoulder.

“Just listen to your heart and see what it tells you,” Seulgi says. “If anything, at least you gave it a shot.”

The sound of Yoongi knocking at your door was enough to break the hug. Pulling away from you, Seulgi sends you a comforting smile.

“I’ll be here when you get back and you can tell me all about it,”

Nodding your head once more, you pick up your phone and keys and slip them into your large coat pockets before making your way to the door.

“Hey,” you smile as you open it to see Yoongi standing there, flowers in hand.

“Hi, sorry,” he quickly enters. “I got you these.”

Taking them, you bring them to your nose and take a quick sniff. Your cheeks were already beginning to turn pink— you wanted to blame it on the fact you were wearing your coat inside.

“Thank you, they’re beautiful, I’ll just put them in the kitchen.”

As you do that, Seulgi comes out from your bedroom and smiles at the older boy.

“I want her back by midnight,” she laughs. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Rolling your eyes, you push her away slightly when you come close and click your tongue.

“Shut up, don’t you have Hobi to bug?”

Seulgi’s lips form into a pout and she shakes her head.

“Nope, all on my lonesome tonight, so you better have a good time and bring her back safe you hear me?” she says, turning her attention to Yoongi. “Now you kids go have fun.”

Yoongi laughs and you roll your eyes again for the second time that night.

“Yes mum,” Yoongi opens your front door and before you leave, you turn back to Seulgi with a smile. “Help yourself to anything, I’ll message you when I’m on my way back.”

“Yes yes,” she says pushing you out the door. “Now go, have fun!”

Yoongi hadn’t told you where you were going. He kept saying how it was a surprise and that you’d love it. How you’d love it so much that it would break any doubts you had over surprises in the first place.

You didn’t bother to correct him, or to argue, so you sat in silence as the radio played. Your nerves began to wash away just from his presence alone.

It was nice, he was nice. Everything was nice.

After about half an hour of driving, yoongi pulls into a small dinner. You raise an eyebrow as you look at him when he turns off the car and he just smiles.

“Part one, food” he smiles.

Entering the small establishment, yoongi guides you up to the menus and you take a few moments to go over and decide what you wanted. Once you were done, he made his way to the counter and ordered the food.

“Do you want me to find a seat?” You ask, only for him to shake his head.

“No, I got it to go,” noticing your confused gaze, he just laughs to himself. “You’ll see.”

It didn’t take long for the food to be cooked and served. Maybe because it was so empty, it was the only thing they had to do. So yoongi took the bag and you both made your way back to his car and once you were inside, he passed you over the bag.

“It smells so good,” you say, peaking at the contents inside.

“I know, but just wait, it’ll be worth it”

“Okay, if you say so,” you mumble. You try your best to keep your eyes off your food as it would make you more hungry, but the smell just made it ten times more difficult.

“We’re almost there, I promise” yoongi take his eyes off the road, but as you look over you see a small smile playing at his features.

“Okay, I believe you.”

It was another ten minutes or so before yoongi pulled the car over and placed it in park before turning off the engine. He opened his door, got out and made his way to the boot before opening it and pulling out something.

“You coming?” He asks, looking up at you through the gap.

“Where are we?” You ask, exiting the car as you made sure to bring the food with you.

“Just come on,” he closes the boot and holds out his hand for you to take, which you do and he begins to lead you a few meters away from his car.

It’s when you stop walking that you notice the blanket clutched in his one hand. He lets go of your hand before he shakes out the blanket and places it on the ground.

“I thought,” He sits and motions for you to join him, which you do. “We could eat and watch the stars.”

You were thankful that it was getting darker as it hid your blushing cheeks and to try and combat this, you focused your attention on the food.

“Should we- should we eat?”

“Sure,”

So you both quickly tuck into the food that was slowly beginning to go cold. Even when it was cold it was still nice, you made a mental note to ask yoongi how he found that place and how you should go again.

Once you’re both done, you place the rubbish in the original bag before you both lie down on the blanket and look up at the stars. It was so quiet, so peaceful. You never knew that yoongi could be like this when it came to dates- this thoughtful and pure.

It was after a moment or two that you finally rolled over to face him. Resting your head on your arm, you watch him silently as he watched the stars.

“You good?” He asks, smiling to himself. He kept his head facing straight up, but it wasn’t long before he couldn’t wait any longer and faced you.

“This is really nice,” You smile. “Who knew you were such a thoughtful guy.”

Yoongi laughs and the presence of his gummy smile made your heart jump. It was the smile you didn’t see often, but when you did, boy was it special.

“I guess next time I’ll just have to pull out all the stops.”

“You mean this isn’t even your best date idea?” you gasp quietly.

He shrugs to himself and rolls back over to look at the sky.

“I guess you’ll have to wait and find out huh?”

As you continue to watch him, your smile doesn’t falter. You sigh a quiet, but content sigh and hum.

“Yeah, I will.”

Who knows how long you guys had been lying there. Most of the time you had spent there was spent in silence. However, that silence wasn’t a bad thing. It wasn’t awkward, it wasn’t boring or bad. It was nice, it was content, it was in its own way magical. It was mystical, it was like a viewing, well it was a viewing of that was out there to be seen in the universe. It was your friendship with yoongi defined into one evening- one moment.

It was rare, beautiful and something memorable.

When you began to feel cold and see your breath in the air, yoongi sat up and you both decided on that it was a good time as any to return home. So you got back into his car, the same radio channel played and again it was content.

You got back to your apartment and yoongi made sure to walk you back up to your door like a gentleman. Before you parted ways, you turned to him with a smile.

“Thank you for tonight, it was lovely,” he smiles back and nods his head. You could see his cheeks tint a light pink colour and it made you giggle.

“Thank you also,” he looks you in the eyes. “However, can I do one more thing?”

“Which is?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Your cheeks quickly match his own and you nod your head once, letting him to it was okay, and without missing a beat, he leans in and connects your lips. It was over in a matter of moments and as you pulled away, you knew by the look in his eyes. You knew because you felt it too.

There was no spark.

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dapandapod · 4 years ago

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Child of surprise

So my darling gremling @geogrewife were supposed to help me pick a Wip to work on but made me write this instead. Please enjoy! On Ao3 here

Warning: fluff. so much fluff. Like, fluffy fluff.

“Somethings wrong with Roach.” Geralt frowns at Jaskiers words. They have been staying in a cottage all winter, deep in the forest away from prying eyes. They found it when the first hint of gold appeared in the trees, and they decided that this is a good a place as any. It has been restful. No big bad monsters around, just the normal inhabitants. Roach has been away a lot, roaming the forest but always returning unharmed at nightfall. The cottage didn’t have a stable so they simply made a new door to the cottage, making a pen out of one of the corners. Geralt can be a handyman when it comes to the comforts of Roach and Jaskier relentlessly teases him about it. This is one of those nights they spend in peace, wind whistling among the trees and hard rain falling on the roof. “No?” Geralt protests, because he can see nothing wrong with her? And he is clearly the superior horseman out of the two. “Uh, yes? Geralt, I know I know very little of horses but something is clearly different? Can’t you tell?”

Geralt puts down his gwent cards and gets up from the wooden chair he sat on. Roach is ignoring him, munching on her hay in her corner, resting one hind leg as she does when she is relaxed. He walks up to her, hand on his chin and eyes squinting. He looks her over but sees nothing obvious, so he focuses, letting all other sounds fade away. Geralt rarely uses his witcher senses on her, but she smells like usual? He senses no wounds, no pain, nothing sticking out. Her fur is all shaggy now in wintertime, but that’s about it. “I can’t see anything.” Geralt mutters, returning to the table. “Did you look at my cards?” Jaskier scoffs. “I don’t need to look at your cards to win. Just. Let’s keep an eye on her?”

Time passes slowly. Winter is dark, and every day Roach wanders the woods. Geralt is out hunting for dinner but stumbles on her tracks among the trees. He is very far away, he wasn’t aware Roach made such long trips. He suspects Jaskier might be right. Something is off with Roach. She is getting slower, sometimes in the mornings her legs get a little swollen. Geralt massages her and tries to keep her warm and well fed but he will not be in the way when she wants out. But it’s probably time to see what she is up to. It seems like this stretch is well walked, many hoofprints covering the ground in both directions. Geralt follows her tracks and stops mid step when he notices where they lead. Up ahead is a clearing, a frozen creak glistening in the sunlight, snow heavy on the branches. It looks magical. On the other side of the clearing stands Roach. Only, she is not alone. Next to her stands a white horse. So white it almost can’t be seen against the snow. It has long white mane with grey streaks and the body is powerful. And it’s a unicorn. The horn is long, sharp. Dangerous. The unicorn could easily kill Roach with it. But it doesn’t. They are standing peacefully next to each other, her dark fuzzy fur a stark contrast. They use their muzzles to push away the snow to get to the grass underneath. Geralt barely dares to move, barely dares to breathe. As far as he knew there were no unicorns left. Obviously he was wrong, and it has taken a liking to his Roach. Geralt tries to back away quietly, stepping into his own footsteps, so that he doesn’t startle them. But the unicorn must sense him, his head shoots up and then runs away. Roach startles and looks around, but when she sees Geralt she relaxes. Well. “Hi girl.” He greets her. “Uh… sorry. I didn’t mean to startle your... friend?” Oh. Ooooh. That’s why she’s been away so much. That’s why there was more than one set of hoofprints. Probably. He wonders how long they have met out here in the woods, and he feels oddly protective of her. Roach makes no effort to walk up to him so he leaves her there in the clearing.

When he returns to Jaskier some time later, two winterbirds under his arm, he realizes Jaskier was right. He kicks his boots on the doorframe on the way in, ridding himself of most of the snow. “You were right.” He calls as a greeting, and Jaskier hits a sour note on his lute. “‘Scuse me?!” Jaskiers eyes are huge, startled. “Did you hit your head while hunting?!” Geralt chuckles and hangs up his outer clothes. “You were right about Roach. There is something up with her.” “OH! Yes, I told you so! You know what it is?” Geralt settles down to pluck the birds. “Yeah. She has met someone.” Jaskier picks up his playing again, plucking on the strings in a soft melody. “Oh really? Are there more horses in the woods? Or a nymph perhaps?” “Unicorn actually.” Again, Jaskier makes a sour note on the lute and Geralt cringes at the sound. “Sorry, but. Did you just say you saw a fucking unicorn?!?” Jaskier gapes, not believing a word he hears. “Yeah. It got scared of me though and ran away.” “THIS IS WHY I NEED TO COME WITH YOU GERALT!!!” Jaskier abruptly stands up from his chair, dragging a hand through his hair. “I MISSED A UNICORN!” Geralt smiles again, fingers still working on their upcoming dinner. “You will never let me out of your sight again, are you?” Geralt says fondly and Jaskier huffs. “You are absolutely right!” He plops back in the chair again but lets his lute hang from his hand and rests on the floor. “I can’t believe this.” “Don’t pout. I’ll bring you with me in a few days.”

And so he does. They let Roach get a headstart of a few hours, but it takes two months before they see it again. By then Roach has eaten through a third of their collected hay for the winter. Her legs are still swollen and her back seems to sink a little. Geralt is starting to suspect he knows what is wrong with her.

They follow her to the clearing, this time walking with her instead of sneaking behind. They see her go about her usual routine, scraping a hole in the stream to drink and them starting to push the snow around. It takes almost an hour before she raises her head and she whinnies towards the woods. There is a deep rumbling neigh in return. And there he is. He trots up to her, his neck curved and tail raised.

Because it is a he, Geralt realizes. A stallion. And there is nothing wrong with Roach. She is with foal.

Beside him Jaskier draws in a breath, mouth open with awe. It’s like a picture from a fairytale, the snow glistening, the world holding its breath. The unicorn nuzzles her thick fur, and they start scratching each other's backs. Next to him Geralt can hear Jaskier sniffle, and he is not far away from breaking a tear himself. The unicorn sees them, ignoring Roach buffing his side to continue, and stares. Geralt really, really hopes he won't attack. He is not sure he would be able to flee it, and that would mean fighting it. Luckily it seems to decide they are no threat and turns away. The two horses go back to inspecting the other and then walk off into the woods without a backwards glance. Jaskier and Geralt stay in the clearing for a while longer, breaths as clouds in front of them.

“Wow.” Jaskier finally manages, wiping at his eyes with his ungloved hands. “Too bad I can never sing about this.” he smiles, blinking up at the afternoon skies. Geralt sees the reasoning in that too. The moment rumors of a unicorn comes out there will be people hunting it. He takes Jaskiers freezing hands in his and leads them back towards the cottage.

When the first spring flowers peak through the snow Roach is heavy. It’s clear they won’t be going anywhere for a while. So they prepare to stay for even longer. Geralt leaves for two weeks, trekking towards the closest village. They need more supplies and food, and getting there by foot and back is going to take some time. To Jaskiers surprise (and Geralt's despair) he returns through a portal, Yennefer close behind. She stays for a few weeks, cooing at Roach like she never had before, lovingly petting her down and spoiling her absolutely rotten.

She comes back in the middle of summer. Because it’s time. During the night Roach is restless. She walks around outside the cottage, snorting and panting. Geralt, always the light sleeper wakes up and goes out to her. There is no need for her to sleep indoors during this time of year, and she leads him towards her clearing. It takes another hour for her to lay down, and by then both Jaskier and Yen found him by her side. Roaches sides are slick with sweat, and the small hoofs sticking out from her are just as brown as she is. Geralt wasn’t sure what to expect of this foal, if it would be white or brown. But it would seem that it’s brown. When the first early rays of sunshine filter through the leaves the foal, a little stallion, takes its first steps. His eyes are pale blue, his body a dark brown like his mother, and his mane a shade paler. There is no sign of a horn and Geralt can’t decide if he is relieved or disappointed.

They stay for some time longer, making sure Roach is alright before retreating back a bit. By now they have learned the unicorns habits a little better. Geralt and Jaskier double back to the cottage to bring some breakfast back. Jaskier squeeze his hand all the way there, and when they get inside the door Jaskier pulls Geralt close. He smiles at Geralt, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Why do I feel like a proud parent?” He asks and Geralt chuckles. He couldn’t agree more.

Jaskier decides to name the foal Pegasus. The little thing is feisty, he nips after them even though he doesn’t have any teeth yet. He kicks and he bucks and he flies over the grass. His father didn’t come on the first day, nor the second. But when he comes there is a full show of sniffing and buffing. When Roach thinks he is too rough on Pegasus she steps between them, ears slicked back and teeth on display. She turns around and half heartedly kicks at the unicorn and Geralt swells with pride. When they calm down Pegasus tries to imitate his parents, doing his best with his short neck to bend down towards the grass. He can’t quite reach and stumbles. “I can stay here for hours.” Yen says softly, a soft smile on her lips. Geralt knows how she feels.

And they do. They stay for hours and hours to watch Pegasus and Roach, sometimes around the cottage and sometimes in the clearing. Still no horn in sight, just a small bump in the middle of his forehead. Pegasus seems to have taken a great liking to Jaskier. Whenever the bard sits in the grass, leaning back on the wooden wall with his lute, Pegasus scampers over to inspect. He pulls at his clothes, steals his expensive hat and tries to nibble at the lute.

They talk about what they should do. Yennefer comes and goes, unable to stay away from the little menace of a foal. She claims she wish to study him, if he got any magical abilities, but they all know better.

Perhaps they will make their way towards Kaer Morhen. The area isn’t perhaps the safest for a horse, but at least there won’t be any prying eyes in case Pegasus actually shows any abilities. Jaskier speaks of the coast again, and about Lettenhove. Traveling with a foal however is not the safest nor the most practical thing. But the summer is still young.

They have time.

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remmushound · 4 years ago

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Hello! I have another request. Could you do a story where 2012 Donnie decides to use the Rise!Turtles' weapons for a test drive without their permission? I imagine 2012 Donnie trying to figure what kind of materials it has in order to create the mystic weapons and testing it out. But then things goes wrong and he attempted to fix it but can't. Bet the Rise!Turtles won't be so happy at Rise!Donnie's counterpart for taking their weapons without their permission.

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He had to get a better look at them. I mean, when else was he gonna get a chance like this one? In his world there was no magic— there was tech far behind his understanding, sure, but that was still tech. Tech that someone engineered, using their own knowledge, for a specific purpose. But here? It was all over the place! Just one patrol using Donatello’s goggles had keyed him into hundreds of mystical hotspots all around the city! He had seen their weapons in action, but he needed to see them closely— in controlled settings under a microscope! To see the inner workings and try to replicate them! If he could get his hands on that kinda tech, then he and his brothers would be unstoppable! And these guys were just using them like toys! Well, not on Donnie’s watch!

Michelangelo’s kusari-fundo had been a difficult thing to snatch. The box turtle was sleeping with the thing on his bed, hugging the weapon like it were a toy. If Donnie hadn’t known better, he’d have said the blades looked almost soft. Michelangelo snored just like Donnie’s Mikey did, tucked under a soft, fluffy comforter and dressed in an orange unicorn onesie. Mikey shared the bed with him (as did Leonardo with Leo and Raphael with Raph), but the older box turtle was sleeping like a rock.

Donnie carefully pried the tool from Michelangelo’s grip with the skill and delicate touch of a true ninja, quickly replacing it with a stuffed animal. Michelangelo gave a soft groan at the disturbance, but quickly hugged the toy as he settled once more. Donnie grinned and looked at the weapon in his hand. Staring into the slick, painted surface, Donnie almost thought he saw an eye staring back at him. He quickly shook his head, looked back, and the eye was gone. Just his mind playing a trick. Leonardo was next.

******

“What are you doing?”

Donnie almost screamed. “Wha— what are you doing awake?!”

Leonardo crossed his arms and glared, his face remarkably bare without his mask and only slightly stifled by a blue nightcap.

“I’m a ninja with crippling insomniac tendencies— sue me.” Leonardo said calmly. “What are you doing with my sword?”

“Uh.” Donnie glanced between Leonardo and the katana he was holding, “nothing?”

“Nothing?” Leonardo scrutinized with a piercing gaze that seemed to call Donnie out in his lie

Donnie hesitated, then sighed. He gave a light laugh and ran his hand across his head. “S-sorry! Just panicked. Other Donnie wants to uh. See if he can use some of the mystic energy from your katana to reverse-engineer a rift for us to get home— me and my brothers, I mean.”

“Ooookay.” Leonardo’s eyes betrayed his distrust, but he didn’t say a word against it, “just ask next time, okay?”

“Yeah. Will do.”

********

Getting the Tonfa from Raphael was nerve wracking. Access to Donatello’s staff was easy— Donnie already had permission to examine and admire its inner workings, so his touch was programmed into the systems anti-theft database as a non-threat. Michelangelo’s kusari-fundo required stealth, sure, and Leonardo’s sword required cunning, but this? This required him escaping with the Tonfa and from the crushing bite of a genetic predator. No matter how calm and content he acted while awake, after that first night’s run-in with savage Raph, Donnie was more than cautious to avoid another similar outburst. Lucky for him, the Tonfa were hung up at a safe distance from the snapper on the wall, and Raphael’s snoring drowned out any noise he might have made.

And just like that, Donnie had everything he needed for a test run. Of course, he was far more skilled with the familiar bō staff than with any of the other weapons (past experience had taught him just how difficult learning a new weapon could be, nevertheless mystic ones), so naturally Donatello’s bō was the first one to try out. Though it itself wasn’t of mystic origin, Donatello had stated many times of the mystic enhancements that made the weapon flourish from a simple multi-tool to what could classify as a weapon of mass destruction.

“Okay...” the staff, despite its greater size to the one he was used to, was surprisingly light in comparison. A quick weigh-in brought it to only fifteen pounds which, given the amount of tech it carried, was an incredible feat. Just how his younger counterpart could manage such a thing seemed almost impossible to the older Donnie’s mind, but that only served to scratch his curiosity even more! There were so many buttons on the shaft he didn’t even know where to start...

He went for the biggest button first out of pure, childish curiosity. This curiosity led to the worse possible outcome as the end of the bō furrowed out and turned into a compact rocket, which turned sideways on itself and shot out sparks of power. Donnie tried to catch himself, but it was too late. Already the power of the launcher dragged him off his feet and forced his unprepared body into a spin. It took his mind a few seconds to catch up with his body and press the same button to withdraw the blaster.

“Note to self... big button bad. Shoulda known that.”

From them on, he was much more careful with his examine. Every press of a button was met with a brace-for-impact in case a similar issue occurred, but he thankfully avoided such an outcome. One button shot a burst of electricity out the opposite side of the bō from where the blaster was, while another button shot two reinforced wings out either side to form a glider. Another button produced a blade on either side of the staff, and another revealed a compartment filled with gauze and alcohol thread and a needle safely tucked into a surgical pouch— an emergency kit, he supposed. He remembered Donatello also having a much bigger one in his battle shell, so this turtle obviously came prepared. Another compartment had a pair of glasses and a bottle of ibuprofen.

“Wow. No such thing as traveling light, I guess.”

He put the bō staff safely to the side before grabbing the Tonfa next. He placed both Tonfa on the table and the first thing he did was examine one of them under the microscope. It was nothing special— just redwood, as far as he could see— albeit old enough to date back to ancient Japan and perhaps even further. Then he put on Donatello’s goggles and looked at the Tonfa through the lenses, which opened up a whole new world of beauty to the normal-looking weapons.

The Tonfa lit up an impossible red, and on the screen appeared the word Muladhara. The red chakra— the root chakra as Donnie knew it best, represented by a red lotus with four petals. Vitality and strength. Instinctual tendencies and the densest of all seven chakras. The more his mind worked it over, the more it made sense. Muladhara was Raphael down to the finest detail. It commands attention and can be forceful at times. The color of passion and love and determination— the color of anger and daring. A color and chakra associated with abandonment and inherited trauma...

Donnie didn’t want to think about it anymore. And he didn’t dare try to activate the weapons knowing their power. He sat them aside and moved onto Leonardo’s katana.

Like the Tonfa, they were nothing special at first glance. Blades made from tamahagane steel common in ancient Japan, and the Tsuka was as unique as every tsuka, covered in ray skin and silken rope, with writing from the first ever wielder of the blade.

Anatawa Hitorijanai... you are not alone.

Under the goggles, another new vision of the mystic weapon opened up for him. The blue chakra of course— Vishuddha. The throat chakra. It took a lot more critical thought than with Raphael’s weapons, but Donnie supposed that the chakra could fit Leonardo. The balance of Vishuddha would speak truthfully, encouraging conversation and relying on self expression. Speaking with confidence and feeling compassion for those around you— communicating your worries even when you were scared to... but an unbalanced Vishuddha with no way to express it could easily lead to the anxiety Leonardo often felt in social settings. Perhaps his chakra was underactive, or blocked completely, by the feeling of something... unfulfilled in his life.

Donnie had more confidence experimenting with the teleporting sword than he did with the Tonfa. He wouldn’t have to go through it himself, he figured— he could just toss something through and study how it worked. He picked up the blade and looked it over before holding it out to the air in front of him. Leonardo had told him that he had to have a very clear image in his mind— no other thoughts clouding it. Any mistake or misthought could lead to an unstable portal, and unstable portals were extremely dangerous. You could get trapped between rifts, or get portal jacked, or end up hundreds of miles away from where you intended! Donnie closed his eyes to better imagine the room in front of him. Every fine detail... every flaw and crack and puddle and crawl space... every bug skittering around and every sound and every smell surrounding him like a cloud of mist.

He traced the blades point through the air and he was sure he could feel some minor resistance, but he kept focusing on the room. Droplets falling on the stone floor... forming puddles...echoing down the tunnels...

He completed the circle and opened his eyes. Immediately he pulled back as the brightest shade of turquoise almost blinded him, and after a moment of shielding his eyes he finally forced himself to look toward the brightness. The circle wasn’t perfect. In fact, the rift itself seemed almost squiggly, as if distorted by water. Distorted, but hopefully functional. Donnie took a pen out of his tool belt and reluctantly approached the portal, resisting against the temptation of its mystic pull and holding out the pen ready to throw it in. Then another thought occurred to him. What if he just…

He dropped the pen. At first the pen made as if it was going to fall but stopped midair by some otherworldly force. Then it was drawn to the portal and through it with a bubbling noise as it disappeared. Then another rift came to existence above Donnie and, before he could do anything more than look up to it, the pen fell out and hit him on the head.

“Ow.” It didn't hurt, but he said it anyway as he picked up the pen and put it back where it belonged. Curious. Very curious…

He took the sword and slashed through the original portal, destroying both it and its awkward counterpart with nothing more than a soft blip as the magic returned to the blade. There, no harm done! Now all that was left was Michelangelo’s.

A long chain, surprisingly rust-free for how far back it dated. The previous owners must have taken extreme care to keep it in the shape it was in. A chain that, despite how flexible and controlled it looked in Michelangelo’s skilled hands, was short and almost stiff in Donnie’s. The weighty was only on one end, as opposed to both as would be used with most kusari-fundo. A round weight with a ring of spikes across it. Donnie gave one point an experimental poke and yelped as it broke the skin and he started to bleed.

“Another note to self— pointy bit sharp.” He examined the serrated edges a bit longer before moving onto the goggle-inspection.

The sacral chakra, as Donnie had expected. Swadisthana, the orange chakra located in the lower belly. Connected to empathy and intimacy, pleasure both sensual and sexual. Creativity, fantasies, feelings. Everything that made up Michelangelo. An imbalance could lead to someone with boundary issues… yes, definitely Michelangelo, Donnie added to himself with a slight snort as he remembered just how clingy and touchy this world’s Michangelo’s was. At least his world’s always directed that touch-hunger to Raph or Leo and not to him.

A carving on the side of the weight caught Donnie’s attention and he spun it around to get a better view. The design was very faint, but it was there. It looked almost like a smiley face with closed eyes, something Donnie figured to have been added quite recently by Michelangelo. But further examination of it showed that the carving was old, as old as the weight itself, and installed by a previous owner. He even doubled and triple checked just to be sure he wasn’t seeing things.

Now all that was left to do was test it out. He had minor experience with chain weapons (the likes of which still haunted him to his day and made him give an uncomfortable shiver) and it wasn’t like he was actually going to fight with it! He was just going to test out the weight distribution and how effective it would be during fights since he had yet to see any of the other-world counterparts in battle.

He grabbed the handle securely, nodding at the nice distribution he was already feeling. He was just about to take a swing when he remembered the goggles still on his face and decided to take them off first, in case they somehow screwed with any of his data. He did so and turned to swing the kusari-fundo once more until something else this time stopped him in his tracks.

The glow didn't stop. He had taken off the mystic sensors and he tapped his head just to be sure! But the glow didn't stop. The smiling face was a much more prominent yellow against the orange, and Donnie was sure its eyes had been closed before…

The pupils in the eyes moved to stare at him and Donnie screamed and dropped the weapon in horror as he crawled back against the wall. The weapon pursued. On it’s own with no master or anything physical to command it. It drifted up and it’s living, flaming eyes followed Donnie’s every move. He made an experimental motion toward the door and the weapon made the same motion as it readied to pursue until Donnie returned to his original position.

The thud of approaching feet sealed Donnie’s fate in stone. Seconds later, seven mutant turtles poked their heads into the room, three of them armed and the other four looking confused and concerned by their lack of weapons.

“Donnie?” Leo tried to make a motion to approach his brother, but quickly withdrew out of the room when the kusari-fundo gave a warning spark. “The hell’s that thing?”

“Sparky!” Michelangelo ran into the room confidently with his arms extended, his brothers spilling in after him.

“Wait, no!”

Donnie awaited a terrifying assault that didn't happen. Instead, the fiery weapon subsided it’s flame and fell swiftly through the air to land in Michelangelo's arms. Michelangelo cuddled it closely and churred as he covered the tiny face in kisses.

Finally able to breath, Donnie went to part from the wall, but was stopped by a rough hand the size of his plastron.

The anger in Raphael’s eyes was uncanny. “You have a lot of explaining to do…”

#tmnt fic #rottmnt #Tmnt 2012 #fanfic #Tmnt #rottmnt donnie #rise raphael #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey

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camelotsheart · 4 years ago

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Alright. I’m watching 1x11 and trying a new way of liveblogging. Which is just me writing random paragraphs. Enjoy.

A creature of magic mourning the loss of a creature of magic 😭

“Arthur is a hunter. It's in his blood. Whereas you are something entirely different.“ reminds me of “He is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.“ “You are wrong.” Especially with the way that Arthur then proves what is in his heart by the end of the episode, and how his ‘heart’ is shown to constantly guide him towards the ‘correct’ choice in s5 (e.g. “My heart says do anything I can to save Mordred.“)

“You've got a face like a wounded bear ever since we got back from that hunting trip." Arthur means bear. I have no idea what to do with this information.

The unicorn as a metaphor for those sorcerers who “do no harm” and thus Camelot serves no purpose in killing them. Especially since people like the Disir and Alator describe the purge as a “hunt”.

The drought serving as a parallel to the events that happened before the purge to Uther, in that Arthur sees all the harm that “magic” is doing to the land and his people, just like Uther witnesses Ygraine’s death. Arthur initially refuses to accept that what happens is caused by him, just like Uther does. But unlike Uther, Arthur is able to acknowledge his mistakes given time (it’s interesting how in the book adaptation of 1x02 merlin makes this comparison too)

“If it is magic, it's more powerful magic than I possess.“ So unicorn magic is more powerful than Merlin’s magic. Would dragon magic be more powerful too? Is that why Merlin couldn’t heal Arthur from the poison of Mordred’s sword tha was forged in a dragon’s breath?

Merlin not understanding hand signals is my life 😂💖

Ok I can literally draw so many parallels between Anhora and Arthur’s first conversation, and Nimueh and Uther’s conversation in 1x09. Especially from how both Arthur and Uther seem completely unable to understand how the ‘curse’ that happened to Ygraine and Camelot was technically their fault.

“And could you bear for your children to see you be executed?“ The way in which Arthur says this breaks my heart because he does understand the feeling of blaming himself for the loss of a parent, just like those hypothetical children would. This is highlighted more by the fact that Evan later plays on Arthur’s insecurities about being his father’s son.

“If you're tested again, you have a chance to end your people's suffering. I know you want that more than anything." Reminds me of what Bradley says about Arthur putting Camelot above everything, even his personal relationships. Compare this to Lancelot and Merlin, who’s “something that is more important than anything” is a person (or people, in the case of Lancelot).

I LOVE S1 MORGANA. S1 AND 2 MORGWEN WOULD HAVE MADE A PERFECT QUEEN DUO FIGHT ME.

Merlin’s face when Arthur says he’s going to the forest to seek Anhorra out 🥺 Also the way he looks back like he wants to see the exact moment Arthur figures out that he’s eating rat meat 🤣 Merlin’s sarcastic little nod. Arthur’s shit-eating grin. This is what I mean by sibling dynamics.

AND THEN THEY TURN ON MORGANA ASDJSAJASLDKKLDJSA. MERLIN. ARTHUR. NO 🤣🤣🤣

“The King must wonder if you are even his son.“ I absolutely do not like how Anhora chose to do the test with Evan here. I hate it. But it does prepare Arthur for a lot of things. It prepares him to do things his father normally would not do. It prepares him to ignore when people compare him to his father (not that it worked with Agravaine, but Arthur does eventually come around most of the time with Merlin’s help). I find it like a mini 5x03 in a way. Also the fact that Arthur doesn’t even try to defend himself by saying that the looter would have been executed by the law of the land anyway; because deep down he knows that reasoning is wrong. What needs to be changed currently is Arthur’s arrogance in regards to his honour, not his internal morals. He has already proven his internal morals with saving Mordred, laying down his life in 1x09, as well as rescuing Ealdor and his reaction to finding out Will was a sorcerer in 1x10. Right now, Arthur needs to be able to accept that he is wrong.

“Besides I would rather starve than beg my enemies for help! What of our kingdom's reputation? Have you no pride?” “I cannot think of my pride when our people go hungry. They're all I can think of.” I’m screaming over the fact that what ends up beating sense into Arthur is his love for his people. I want to cry. He loves his people so much that his battle cry is “for the love of Camelot” 😭❤️

“Very well. But if you'd caught the sorcerer, I would not have to. That's your responsibility! One day you will understand what it takes to be King!” One day, Uther, you’ll learn to blame yourself for other people’s suffering.

“My people are starving. Camelot is on the verge of collapse. And it is all my doing.“ IT DIDN’T EVEN TAKE ARTHUR A DAY TO LEARN THIS I WANT TO CRY 😭 FUCK YOU UTHER YOU DON’T DESERVE ARTHUR AT ALL. (also the fact that Arthur fiddles with Ygraine’s ring as he says this 😭❤️)

“I trust Arthur with my life” the fact that arthur proves that trust right both in this episode by drinking the goblet and in the previous episode by admitting that he “of course” would not kill Will despite thinking he was a sorcerer.

Why the hell does Anhora use a sword to cast the vine spell.

“I thought I told you to stay at home.” Every time Arthur calls Camelot ‘home’ for Merlin I 🥺

Are those carvings... horseshoes...? Making the shape of a heart....? I--

(Sorry guys. By this point it’s 200% certain that my shipper brain is going to take over. Please expect a lot of screaming)

“What kind of ridiculous test is that? What does that prove?” “What it proves is for you to decide.” Which means that by the end, Arthur realizes what this test proves. And he proves what is truly in his heart by sacrificing his life for merlin. Remember “To sacrifice his life to save Gwen’s... I can’t imagine any man loving me so much.” “I certainly can’t imagine that either” “That’s because you’re not like Merlin. He’s a lover” “Yeah? Maybe that’s because I haven’t found the right person to love”. Remember how in the book adaptation this episode, it says that Arthur proves that there is love in his heart by giving his life for Merlin? Remember “there was magic at the heart of Camelot”? Remember how in the book version Arthur doesn’t deny having love in his heart when Anhora says so when the Unicorn lives again, and instead turns his head to smile at Merlin--

“I’m glad you’re here, Merlin.” @thebookluvrr1816 More 1x11-finale parallels to scream about 😭 The book version describes Merlin’s surprise at this statement, and how he thought it was “ironic and unfair” that they understood each other "at the very moment that death was about to tear them apart.”

“No, I will drink it!” “As if I’d let you.” Someone stop these dollopheads from having a domestic about who will die for the other i beg

“You know me, Merlin. I never listen to you.” reminds me of “I’m the king Merlin, you can’t tell me what to do.” “I always have. I’m not going to change now.” Also, in the books Arthur actually says “farewell, Merlin” after this. Book Arthur is way more suave just saying.

HOW ARTHUR LOOKS INTO MERLIN’S EYES IN HIS FINAL MOMENTS UNTIL HE ISN’T PHYSICALLY ABLE TO ANYMORE. SOMEONE HELP ME 😭

“This was Arthur's test, not yours.“ idk but this reminds me of the fisher king saying “For this is not Arthur's quest, it is yours.“

“You've killed him! I was meant to protect him!” This is going to sound harsh but by this point I think Merlin was still putting Arthur’s destiny above Arthur himself. In the books, there’s a distinct difference in how he feels about Arthur’s death in this scene compared to 1x13 (I’m amazed at how fast his feelings changes, actually). Here, I feel like he focuses more on his own failure to protect Arthur as part of his destiny, but in 1x13, he says that the idea of destiny not being fulfilled was nothing compared to the idea of not being by Arthur’s side. I wonder what happens between this and 1x13 for Merlin’s feelings to change so much.

THIS HAS PROBABLY BEEN STATED MULTIPLE TIMES BEFORE BUT “HE HAS PROVEN WHAT IS TRULY IN HIS HEART“ AS THE CAMERA FOCUSES ON MERLIN. PRODUCERS YOU AIN’T SNEAKY.

Merlin’s smile as he looks down at Arthur sleeping 🥺

Arthur looking at Uther’s hand on his shoulder as if he’s trying to identify a foreign object 🙂 I can never say this enough but fuck you Uther.

“When he who kills a unicorn proves himself to be pure of heart, the unicorn will live again.” this is a stretch but it reminds me of “when Albion’s need is greatest, Arthur will rise again.”

And that’s done! I have a small meta that ties the theme of Arthur and magic in this episode to the same themes in 1x10, but I might do it on a separate post since this one is already so long 😂

#bbc merlin #merlin meta #long post #1x11 #merthur? merthur #someone stop me from having 4 spirals every episode #this is why my chronological watches take me so long

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While Starswirl prepared the spell he would cast to resummon the Mirror, Spike slowly wandered over to Meadowbrook, as he felt the approaching scroll felt stuck, and he hoped she could help to get it out; the sweet and caring Pony she is, Meadowbrook gently held Spike and asked him to relax, as she repeatedly tapped his back, until a hot, green flame erupted from the young Dragon, a moment later.

Coughing heavily and clearly greatly relieved the scroll was out, Spike quietly thanked Meadowbrook for her help, while Mistmane slowly grabbed the scroll that now laid in the middle of the table, in which was written a confirmation that everyone in the Empire was ready; simultaneously, in both the Empire and Ponyville, Starswirl and the Princesses cast the spell, to make the Mirror appear again.

Yet, although the Pillars and the Royals in the Empire could see one another, not a single word was uttered aloud, as everyone took their positions around the table, until Luna and Celestia could see Starswirl, and he them, and they nodded, and closed their eyes; Starswirl slowed his breathing, and focused, while Celestia and Luna, and Nox and Light, were anxiously waiting for a signal to appear.

The Pillars and the Lord and Lady of the Empire closed their eyes as well, when Boom quickly walked towards Starswirl, and whispered to him he would help, should the need arise, and he need only ask; the Bearded spoke not, but turned his head to the Green Unicorn, and nodded, before looking back to the Mirror, and focusing again, whereafter his horn started to glow and he found himself elsewhere.

The Spirit Realm where he found himself was dark, and semeed evil, so, Starswirl lit his torch, and wandered around, until he saw a figure appear in the distance and he felt the foulness and darkness fade; he hastened himself thither, until he found what appeared to be the last remnants of the true Realm, with Grim as its lonely defender standing strong, yet he knew not how long he had been here.

Though he stepped through the aura that surrounded Grim without issue, and he felt he could breathe again, as he knew there was little time to spare, nor waste, the Bearded quickened his pace, racing past countless souls wandering within the Reaper's aura, until he reached the Guardian himself; but before he spoke, Grim knew what he wished to ask, and nodded to Starswirl as he asked for his hoof.

No sooner had Starswirl taken his hoof when he knew what had to be done, and Grim spoke through the Bearded to the other Ancients, and reassured them, and told them what they hoped they could do was, to their great relief, possible; but they required the help of all who could spare it as quickly as they could, for they could not delay a moment lest Grim falls, and the Spirit Realm along with him.

The Royals, and the Pillars and Ancients all breathed a great sigh of relief, and made ready, while Celestia, Luna, and Nox, and Grim, through Starswirl, focused their magic on every other being, and upon the Void, through which all of them would enter into the Spirit Realm, something which had not happened for an age, ever since the spell Starswirl cast which brought him and the Princesses here.

But as from the horns of the Ancients glowing tendrils grew, akin to those which Luna cast to enter into dreams, and flowed towards all others at the tables, they fell into a deep sleep, which amazed and frightened Pinkie Pie, Boomlord, and Spike the Dragon, who knew not what to do; but nigh faster than the eye could see, more tendrils flowed to them, and they, too, fell asleep, and joined there.

When they opened their eyes again, all found themselves standing between both Grim and the Bearded, who quickly greeted them, before the two pointed to the shrinking edge of the protective aura; yet, when the Pillars, Royals, and Ancients looked around, to their horror, they discovered Spike, Boom, and Pinkie Pie, had been brought into danger here as well, and they could do naught to return them.

As Boom tried to console his two friends, the only thing all could think:

"What have we done…"

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pillage-and-lute · 3 years ago

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Thicker Than Water (Part 8)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, (here)

Ao3 link HERE

Please note, this is pretty heavy, it deals with a lot of common insecutiries for adults with ADHD and Jaskier blames himself for a lot of things, but it’s not triggering in the traditional sense. Much of this fic has been about the ways Rejection Sensitivity Dysphoria and other ADHD symptoms can cause self-destructive actions, this focuses on other insecurities, common blames, and then the self-isolation that can come from guilt, even unfounded guilt.

Please remember, in this fic’s world Geralt and Jaskier actually do have a loving and pretty healthy friendship, albeit with communication issues. People fight some times, these are just ways in which RSD can mess with healthy relationships.

OTHER TW: Mentioned child abuse.

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Yennefer and Ciri asked Jaskier to come down for supper that evening. Between lunch and dinner he’d napped, evidently passing out wasn’t the same as actual good-quality rest and his body was demanding it’s due. Evening came around, though and Yen took his elbow to help him stand.

They walked at a slow pace down the hall, Jaskier’s body not up for much more. Ciri stuck behind them, but the pace was embarassingly painstaking.

“Ciri,” Yennefer said. “This is a lot for Jaskier, and will take some time, why don’t you go see if they need help in the kitchen?”

Ciri gave one more concerned look at Jaskier, then bounded off.

Yennefer steered Jaskier to an alcove in the stone of the hallway. He was embarrassed to find himself out of breath.

“What are you going to do?” She asked him. She wasn’t asking about his lungs.

“Eat supper I suppose.”

“I mean about Geralt.”

He knew she meant Geralt, and sighed. “I don't know, Ciri says I'm angry and I am...”

“But?”

“That day on the mountain I didn’t give him space,” Jaskier said, feeling a lump grow in his throat, blocking off his already small air supply.

“I never know when to give people space, I never have, I've been working on it my whole life and I still don't understand.” His chest ached. With emotion, with pneumonia, with tiredness. With shame.

“I’ve always been different, you know?” He looked up at Yennefer. He was taller than her but she sat regally, and he was hunched over, conserving his air.

“In stories being different is usually a good thing, you get cool powers and people love you, but life isn’t like that. And being different is...it’s so much worse when you’re a kid.”

“I know,” Yennefer said. Those purple eyes...she knew. She understood, probably better than anyone. There were parts of her story that Jaskier didn’t have, wasn’t entitled to, but she understood.

“I cant do things I'm not interested in, not don’t want to, can’t. Even if I am interested, they don't always get done,” Jaskier whispered, like he was confessing to a priest, not a barely-friendly witch in a cold hallway.

“I’m nothing but a ball of loose ends, tangled up and bouncing around, running into people and making them as tangled as I am,” Jaskier said. It came out half-sobbed, which upset his breathing and he began to wheeze, then cough.

“If I’m not interested in something, if nothing lights up my mind, I get so sad and tired it’s like this horrible weight.” Jaskier kept talking, feeling the emotions fighting to get out. “Being around people helps, I can get things done, be more normal. And interesting people, oh they’re the best, of course. They keep that awful sad, tired feeling away because they’re always interesting.”

He looked down at his knees, wrapped in their battered trousers.

“But I need to be around them so much,” he whispered. “And I’m too much for anyone to want around long.”

He leaned his head against the cold stone of the alcove wall, staring blankly and watching as his field of vision blurred with tears.

“I’m dramatic,” he said.

“You’re a bard.”

Jaskier shook his head. “Dad called me a pansy, among worse things. He tried to beat it out of me. I just, I seem to feel more than other people. Happy is more happy, but sadness, fear, rejection, they’re all so much worse. I overreact and it makes me hard to deal with.”

He felt a tear roll down and get caught in the scruff on his chin. “I need people though, and I need people to like me. Crowds come and go I just needed one person to like me so I forced it to be Geralt.”

Jaskier was crying in ernest now, full tears falling and shoulders shaking, clogging up his breathing so his cries mingled painfully with coughs. Yennefer reached out and pulled at his shoulder, bringing him up from his hunched over position.

“I’m angry at him even though it was my fault,” he said, wretchedly.

“I followed him and took advantage of the fact that he doesn’t talk because he wont tell me to go away. I took advantage of his patience like that so someone could keep me around and I let myself believe that he actually wanted me around, that just one person could bear being around me. And being with him left me time to go seek out other interests, go ahead or stay behind, I never got bored and it was perfect for me and probably hell for him.”

Jaskier sniffled, looking away and studying the wall because he couldn’t bear to see the condemnation that would surely be on Yennefer’s face.

“And I fell in love with him. Which was stupid because I've been using him this entire time,” he whispered.

“I used him for music and money, then I used him to bandage my self esteem and its all my fault.”

Jaskier finally managed to look at Yennefer and saw that she was actually rolling her eyes.

“It’s not your fault, he was on a horse, you were walking, he could have left you behind anywhere.”

“He’s too kind to leave me to die on my own.”

“What about towns?” Yennefer asked. “What about the djinn?”

“The djinn was my fault.”

“The djinn was his fault,” Yennefer said, stubbornly.

“The djinn was my fault, I thought he was joking. He’d do that, you know? I’d ask him what he was doing and he’d say ‘cooking a unicorn’ or ‘hunting a gabledegook’ so I just thought he was joking again because I thought surely a djinn was only a story. Even if they weren’t there was no reason Geralt would want one. I made horrible wishes, they could have ruined lives, can you imagine?”

“I can.”

Of course she could. It had been stupid of him to say that, Yennefer knew better than anyone how a careless wish, or even a not so careless one, could turn out.

“I have to ask,” Jaskier said, since Yennefer didn’t seem in the mood to turn him into a salamander. “Did geralt wish for you to love him?”

“He wished for me to be bound to him the sex was just...adrenaline, magic, wanting another outsider, a little bit of the djinn. I won’t do it again.” She said, fervently.

“You don’t have to promise that, I have no claim to him,” Jaskier said.

“No one has claim to anyone,” Yennefer snapped. “But you love him. Anyway, I wasn’t telling you, I don’t want him. I don’t want sex with him I want his destiny, our destiny, nothing more.”

“I love him very much,” Jaskier said, after she settled from her outburst.

“Have you ever told him?”

Never, he might think he owes me something.”

“I think you think he’s more self sacrificing than he is. He wouldn't date you out of obligation, he’s not that sort of man.”

Jaskier tilted his head back against the stone. “But he feels guilty, for everything, all the time. What if he did it as an apology.”

“Geralt wouldn't do you the disservice of a pity relationship.”

“We had a pity friendship.”

“You didn't.”

“We did.”

Yennefer peered at him with those strange eyes. “You love him though.”

“I do.”

“I don’t think its a lost cause.”

“I do.”

Yennefer shifted, pulling her hair over one shoulder. “When I asked earlier, I meant what do you want to do after this? Do you even want to see Geralt?”

“Oh gods I rambled and --”

“Shut up, you needed it off your chest.”

Jaskier sighed. “I always want to see Geralt, but I don't think I should be around him. He needs more space than most people and I need less. I do want an apology, I don't want him to grovel, I don’t want him to beg for me back in his life because that's a choice I want him to make on his own. I don’t even need him to tell me through speech because I know that can be hard. He could write a letter.I just...”

“And if you got an apology?”

“I intend to apologize first. I’ll apologize, maybe he’ll apologize, and that way we can at least be friendly, if not friends. And then in the spring I’ll leave, take a different path and it won’t matter anymore.”

I won’t be able to hurt him anymore, Jaskier thought, darkly.

“Nilfgaard wants you,” Yennefer warned.

“I know,” Jaskier sighed. “I may have to fake my death or... oh!” He looked up at Yen, smiling even as he wanted to cough.

“You can wipe my memory!”

Yennefer actually recoiled.

Jaskier’s excitement had set off the coughing and he felt it tear through his throat and squeeze at his ribs until the fit eased.

“I’m not wiping your memory,” Yennefer said, severely.

“Why not? Yen, it’s the perfect solution, and Nilfgaard couldn’t get anything out of me.”

“And Geralt get’s his damned wish,” Yennefer snarled.

Jaskier looked down. “I know he didn’t mean it, he’s a good man, he wouldn’t wish anyone gone in that way, but yes, that wish would be granted and I’d never bother him again.”

“Geralt has a habit of making stupid wishes that he doesn’t actually want granted,” Yennefer snapped.

“You’re supposed to be on his side,” Jaskier said, smiling wetly. “It’s my fault, remember?”

“I don’t think even Geralt’s on Geralt’s side,” Yennefer said. “I won’t take your memories. You wouldn’t remember anything.”

Jaskier deflated. “I guess I’m as good as dead if I can’t remember songs or how to play the lute.”

Yennefer shifted uncomfortably.

“I would forget how to play, wouldn’t I?”

“Well...” she said. “No. You would remember anything you’d learn, knowledge isn’t memories, you know? You’d even know your songs, just not why you knew them or that you’d written them.”

“If you won’t do it, is there a mage who will? I’d only need to get to a city, how much do you think a spell like that would cost?”

Yennefer groaned. “No, bard, I’ll do it. If it’s what you still want, if you’re sure at the end of winter, yes, I’ll take your memories. It’s better than some quack doing it, or worse, turning you in to Nilfgaard but...I don’t like it.”

Jaskier was surprised to see her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “I won’t take that choice from you,” she said, blinking hard. “But I hope it’s not the one you make.” She sniffed, she tried to make it seem disdainful but it was definitely tearful.

“Anyway,” she said. “What about Ciri? She adore’s you, if you didn’t remember her it would break her heart.”

Jaskier waved a hand. “I”m only a storyteller,” he said, wishing bitterly that it wasn’t true. “She has a whole marvelous family full of stories they can tell her.”

“Didn’t you hear her, she doesn’t feel like this is a family,” Yennefer said, sharply.

“We’ll fix that.”

“So that you can abandon her, you mean?”

Jaskier grimaced. “It’ll be safer for her. Even if I traveled with Geralt, there’s no guarantee Nilfgaard wouldn’t take me, wouldn’t read my mind and put her in danger.” He looked Yennefer right in the eyes. “I won’t let myself hurt her.”

Yennefer hung her head. “We’ll discuss it at the end of winter,” she said. “Do you still feel up to dinner?”

Jaskier thought about it. He felt lighter, in a way, unburdening himself of the guilt he’d been carrying was better, but he was exhausted, and his chest felt raw.

“I think I’d rather eat in my rooms,” he said sheepishly.

He ate dinner alone, wishing he wasn’t but he was practicing giving people space, and he felt proud of himself for it. He only had to continue it, apologize, and get through the winter.

Then he’d never remember he had problems to begin with.

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They will get there. Please read the note at the top, these are all very common ADHD insecurities and relationship problems. Remember, Geralt is not the villain. He needs to apologize, and he’s trying, but the villain is the insecurity.

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