#he is spitting venon

[ask-dr-knockout]

Oh hah hahh hah hah! Your luck may have kept you alive but you never bested him in any fight! No wrecker did don't you ever forget that!

if we had been together nothing would have been any different! Breakdown had the advantage of a true partner not some halfwit knock off of a human! And I pitty it for joining the soiled ranks of such a miserable Lott of degenerates!

And at least he stuck with his own kind! It goes without saying but I'll say it anway.

He was smarter then you in every way. he not only knew combat but was an effective medical professional who knew how to follow my orders. And might I add he played a convincing Ally or did you forget?

Your idiocy is remarkable to me... The fact you can stand there and actually call your human a true partner when she endangered you and all of your team at every turn with her insanity is quite impressively irresponsible.

And Bulkhead, for the record you never knew him... He never degrade himself by saying he was actually proud of the wreckers! You meant nothing to him you were just another job! In fact he laughed at you! We both pittied you! So hung up in revenge and calling yourself his rival. How presumptuous can you get!

How you were incapable of moving on from something that happened millennia ago! Newsflash Bulkhead it's a war we all do terrible things to each other! And now Breakdown is gone because of that same war so hah hah guess you won by a flimsy technicality! Good job! Would you like a gold star?

And might I add, while we are on the subject of war crimes... I seem to remember the wreckers were QUITE the prime example of moral standing we're they not? By the way you speak so proudly of them must have been real winners RIiiiGHT??? HAH!

In fact your little gang contributed quite handsomely to destroy lives at the cost for the "supposed greater good" then any self proclamaed Decepticon! Oh sorry... am I going to far? this must be uncomfortable for you to hear...

Must have been why it was so EASY for breakdown to infiltrate the Lott of you. You made the most ruthless feel right at home truly~ and ohhh my was Breakdown Ruthlessly effecient at his job. Tho I don't need to tell you that.

Breakdown did the universe in general a favor when he neutralized the Lott of you half cocked morons! For Primus sake one of your mottos was that explosives solved every problem! Just ask Wheeljack your friend!

Oh I mean if he's still around... If you can even call him friend, half the time? Who can blame you finding a human to replace him. I mean... I heard he would run off and sulk somewhere quite routinely because he couldn't handle a little authority... If you ask me Miko is more mature! Hahahah and thats saying something! What about the wreckers infamous loyalty?

The only reason HE survived my late dear assistants culling was because he wasn't around for the other "brothers" backs when they needed him hah! But by all means keep up the illusion he actually cared about any of you, ever! haha it wasn't a Betrayal dear Bulkhead it was just another mission, that's all it ever was. He just liked the rush and the firefights not any of you.

Oh yes he told me all about the lott of you tho! Most were so far off the deep end they didn't even know how to properly work as a team they rather throw back high grade then come up with a proper strategy, and when they did it normally ended in extensive casualty! Boy I would have hated to be your lotta medic! Haha What a JOKE!

Sure, Bulkhead you are right ... You are the Better Wrecker! Pha haha! whatever that truly stands for!

That's why it was so easy for Breakdown to clean house of most of you when he was undercover honestly. You on the other hand just got DUMB LUCKY like you always seem to do. Not because of some misguided believe that Breakdown ever thought of you as a friend and decided to spare you.

You were nothing more then just another daily task to him! you never meant anything.

He just humored you because I thought it was funny and all he ever wanted to do was make me happy! And he did. I enjoyed watching you all burn!

It's only a pitty he didn't actually finish the JOB!

In your view, who is the most stupidest Autobot?

Bulkhead, obviously. 

[thesmpisonfire]

Okay, this accidentally got suuuuper long (and I forgot how to put "keep reading" in mobile) so skip if you don't want to read about Schlatt and Wilbur in the void

Good read if you want!

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It felt like a sharp pain, then... There was nothing.

Not only the lack of surroundings, but the lack of feelings, memories, pain, and himself.

Then, it came all of sudden. The drug van. The ambush. The betrayal. The bow. And then nothing.

Schlatt was floating around in the void, his mind clear for the first time since he trapped himself in a one by one room to escape from lava. That was the beginning of that mess, the feeling that he could win and beat all the odds, even if he needed to sacrifice someone in the process. You can tell it was like a parasite, growing bigger, but also taking something out from the ram.

He felt remorse for the first time, not only because he was dead, but because he never said sorry to Wilbur for that, or for exiling him, or for setting a war, or for... Oh my, Schlatt was really a bad friend.

At the beginning, he really liked L'manburg. Without that parasite in his brain, messing with his thoughts, Schlatt could see that he enjoyed the place. He enjoyed taking the walls down and changing the name. It felt like a good thing to do. He enjoyed his cabinet, Quackity, Tubbo and Fundy made a good job at first.

He sighed as he thought about those three. Schlatt thought he could trust all of them. Tubbo's betrayal was too much for him to maintain his facade. His sickness was taking over him, making easier to trap the kid and order his death. At every betrayal, the fear of losing his spot only made him more paranoic and sick, revealing a side he tried to keep in control for so long. A side that was his all along.

Schlatt only felt disappointment when he remembered the White House episode, ignoring Quackity's pleads as he destroyed it. The vice president had all the rights in killing him, Schlatt was a fuckin dick.

Fundy... It was a shock, honestly. Schlatt thought that, at least, the fox would be with him. That's why he snapped, hitting him with a broken bottle as the parasite took over everything. Schlatt wasn't even thinking anymore, spitting his venon to all the people that betrayed him. Fundy was a coward, Quackity would always be Flatty Patty.

Schlatt even had his final vengeance over Tommy, not even letting the kid do justice with his own hands as the disease got to his heart and mind, the worried looks not being seen as Schlatt bended over to cough, not being able even to listen to the calls.

And then... He was at the void.

Something, deep down, wanted to go back. To respawn and live again. But, as Schlatt thought about it, he decided to give up. He didn't want to go back and face the consequences of his own actions

He watched a colorful fog leave his body, suddenly feeling so cold. His suit was gone with the fog, leaving him with a bright blue jumper. Schlatt smiled to himself, he always loved that sweater. The fog hovered around, and then it was gone.

Schlatt knew that this was the end. No more respawns for him. He gave up life in order to be free in this peaceful place. Surely, he would think about all his life and achievements, but its not like he didn't enjoyed being a businessman. His life was good... If not for the part he discovered he was a monster deep inside and gave an entirety country PTSD.

Someone joined Schlatt, who turned his head to see Wilbur. "Heyyy" Schlatt called, getting his attention.

"Heyyy... Just pressed the button." He chuckled, spinning around.

"What?? You fuckin madman, you really did it!?" Schlatt was surprised, a half smile in his face.

"Yep. Right after Tubbo got nominated as the president." Wilbur kinda layed on nothing, not seeing surprised by the emptiness.

"Tubbo as the president?? Wow..." Schlatt thought to himself about it... And yes! Tubbo would make a good president. "Proud of the boy"

"He is the president of a crater now" Wilbur laughed this time. "At least I got to see the destruction... Right before Philza killed me."

"Philza? Like The Philza? Philza Minecraft?" Wilbur nodded. "Yikes, man..."

They enjoyed the silence for a while, appreciating each other's company for the first time in years.

"So... Are you going back?" Schlatt heard Wilbur's question, then shaked his head. "Nice, neither am I."

Schlatt asked why, lightly kicking Wilbur and making him spin. "My time there was gone, I died like I wanted. In a big spectacle!" Wilbur's smile now seemed sad, like he finally proceeded what he had truly done. "You are such a showman..." Schlatt half smiled, remembering their time back in SMPLive, another land dammed to fall.

They watched as the colorful fog came out from Wilbur's body, taking away his trenchcoat and leaving him with an old yellow sweater and jeans. All color from Wilbur's body was also gone, Schlatt now noticing that his hooves weren't a darw brown anymore, and his fur looked even whiter.

Now, there was no way back. No more chances for them.

Wilbur got slightly uncomfortable, boredom filling his brain. He looked at Schlatt, who was so different from the sick man he saw die in that van, and grabbed his arm. He smiled a little, now noticing how much he missed J. Schlatt.

"Wanna go up there and see how much we can mess?"

Schlatt laughed, floating up and taking Wilbur with him.

"I thought you were never going to ask, lover boy."

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Dancing with Danger - Part One

I made a new thing... I hope you all like it. Also, there are some words/sentences in French, and I’ve put the translation of the words/sentences after every paragraph. Monsieur and Mademoiselle will be used a lot as well. Enjoy! 

Adrian Reo walked up to her brother’s office with a calm confidence. She had a flicker of an idea why she was needed in his office. A new bodyguard, she supposed. 

Adrian’s last bodyguard died throwing himself in front of a bullet that was racing towards her. He was an idiot, she didn’t much care for him. But then again, everyone was an idiot in this business. Her brother’s business. 

Chance Reo was the leader of Chicago’s most notorious mafia. Their father, Walt Reo, had two different mistresses while he was married to his only wife. Thus resulting in the two half siblings. Chance was the spitting image of their father, brown eyes and blond hair. But Adrian took on her mother’s traits, blue eyes and red hair, the traits of Walt Reo’s favorite mistress. 

She climbed the stairs that led to the main room, where he did most of his dealings. She opened the door with a bang, and shouted at her brother sitting at his desk on the phone. She flopped into one of the chairs sitting across from her brother’s desk. 

“Hey squirt,” he said as he hung up the phone. “How have you been?” 

“Alright I guess, sprained my ankle in class a week ago,” She told him while picking at her nails. “Monsieur Delonchre wants me to take it slow so I don’t injure myself further.”

“Smart guy.” He sighed. He looked at Adrian through his lashes. “You know why’re here don’t you?” His arms crossed against his chest. 

“Yes Chance,” she sighed and straightened her back. “Sending one of your goons to come and protect me.” Adrian was fed up with this whole situation. She hated every single bit of it. She blamed her stupid father for getting him mixed up in all of this bullshit. 

“You know you need it.” He condescended. 

“Fuck off. I’m a ballet dancer, what kind of trouble can I get into?” Adrian got up from her seat, and walked over to the window, ignoring the pair of eyes that followed her along the way. “I just want to live my life the way I want to live it. I don’t need you to send someone with me wherever I go.”

“But I need you safe.” Chance sounded from behind Adrian, and his chair squeaked as he stood up from his desk. He grabbed Adrian by her shoulders and turned her to face him. “I need you out of harm's way, that way you can keep dancing.”

“I wouldn’t be in harm’s way if you just ignored our father when he asked you if you wanted to join.” Adrian avoided her brother’s gaze. 

“Yes you would. We both know that you’d still be on every gang’s hit list because of dad.” His grip on her shoulders tightened. “I’m the one keeping you safe.” 

Adrian wiggled out of his grip. “I don’t want you to keep me safe.” 

“Then you have to have someone else keep you safe for me.” Liam’s brown eyes clashed with her blue. “And he’s my best, which takes a great burden off of my shoulders.” He tried to pull Adrian in for a hug, but she pushed him away. “He’ll keep you safe.”

The guard entered the room with soft steps. “Sir,” he said, his low voice striking Adrian. 

She turned to face him. The man was tall, and dark. His face gave away no emotion, his dark hair was slicked back off of his face. His eyes scanned every inch of Adrian. Her face flushed, and her skin felt as if it was on fire. 

He was undeniably attractive. This was something Adrian was irked by. Why couldn’t he have been plain and boring? Now it was going to be harder for her to ignore him, especially when he was supposed to have his gaze locked on her at all times. 

“Adrian,” Chance turned to face his sister, and smiled slightly. He saw how she reacted to him. Chance locked eyes with the guard quickly, warning him not to start anything with his sister. He knew the consequences if he did. “This is your new guard.” Chance gestured to him. The man in the corner stood straighter, avoiding eye contact with Adrian for long periods of time. “His name is Calum Hood, and he’s the best of the best. He’ll keep you safe squirt.” Chance wrapped his arm around Adrian’s shoulder and pulled her closer to him. 

“Fuck off Chance,” Adrian escaped from his grasp, and walked toward the double doors that she walked through when she came in, for the fourth time this month. “C’mon bodyguard. I’m going to practice. Tired of seeing his face.”

She sauntered through the doors, Calum following closely behind her. She didn’t even need to look behind her to know that he was there. His stare on her back was enough to know that he was there. Once again her face flushed, and her skin felt like it was set ablaze. 

“You shouldn’t treat your brother that way.” His voice coming from behind her, made goosebumps appear on the back of her neck. “He’s trying to protect you. Wouldn’t you do the same for him?”

“Obviously. But I’m not the one who got into this business, that was his own choice, just like it was yours.” She tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “I don’t have to explain anything to you. I’m sure you understand this business more than I do.”

He didn’t say anything more after that. He just kept walking behind her. 

***

“Adrian, who’s the new meat?” Christina asked from the mirror bar. “Someone I can snack on?” She giggled and the rest of the girls followed with their snickers.

“He would chew you up and spit you out Chrissy.” Morgan snapped back at Christina and her ridiculous possy. 

Morgan was her best friend. The only person Adrian trusted with the secrets swirling in her brain. Morgan was tall, nearly five inches taller than Adrian. She had bright green eyes, and long blonde hair that trailed down to her waist. 

Morgan already had her tights and leotard on along with her ballet shoes. Adrian cursed herself for being underprepared, but the bodyguard meeting took longer than expected.

“Is he the new one?” Morgan asked when the two girls were far enough away from Christina and the others. “He’s kind of cute.”

Adrian only shook her head. Morgan was only saying that to be nice. “We both know you don’t think so.” She said to her friend with a smile.

“Yeah, yeah.” Morgan waved Adrian off. “I mean, not for me. He’d be cute for you.” Morgan did not fail to notice the slight blush on Adrian’s cheeks. “Yeah, definitely cute for you.”

“No way. Chance would have his hide.” Adrian paused, so she could pin her hair up. “Literally.” 

“C’mon! Live a little!” Morgan threw her hands into the air. “You don’t go back into Chance’s office for another month anyway. Fuck him. Then you won’t have any other thoughts about him.”

“You’ve tried that tactic M.” She looked at her best friend. “And look where it got you.” Morgan flushed. 

“Hey, don’t blame Ericka.” Morgan looked at Adrian pointedly, and Adrian looked back at her. “Yeah, you’re right. We’re too in our feelings for something like that. Besides, he looks really closed off to me.”

“I don’t doubt it,” Adrian stole a glance at Calum’s back. “He told me not to be so hard on Chance after we walked out of his office.”

“Really?” Morgan was bouncing on the balls of her feet. “What’s he sound like?”

“Kind of heavy, and dark. He’s got a slight accent, it’s too muddled to tell where he’s from though.” Adrian sighed. “I wish he wasn’t my bodyguard.”

“Good wish or bad wish?” 

“Both.” She looked wistfully at Calum’s back again. “It’s always both with the attractive ones.”

***

When the instructor entered the room, all of the girls who weren’t already on the bar rushed over so that they weren’t on the wrong side of his wrath. “Good Morning girls.” His thick accent ringing throughout the room.

His name was Monsieur Delonchre. He was the most famous ballet dancer in France. He traveled all through Russia and through Germany, he was only 25. Most of the time the girls did not understand a word he was saying, other than the basic terminology. But what he lacked in the correct pronunciation, he made up for in godly good looks. 

“Good Morning Monsieur Delonchre.” Christina said from her corner of the room. “Looking good today.” She wasn’t very sly, as she winked at the instructor from the other side of the room. 

“Flattery will get you know where Mademoiselle Christina.” His thick voice cutting through the room. “Where is my star pupil Adrian?” He could never pronounce his r’s correctly, so he tended to over roll the single r in Adrian’s name. 

“Here, Monsieur Delonchre.” Adrian stepped out from the line, and turned her body slightly to face the instructor. 

“There she is,” he walked towards Adrian, and she suppressed a shudder that ran through her body. His hands touched her shoulders, and she couldn’t have felt more uncomfortable. 

“Sir, I’m going to have to ask that you remove your hands from Miss Reo’s arm.” Calum’s voice rang in her ears. Adrian wanted to shudder again, but this time she wished she could welcome the feeling that was pulsing through her veins. 

“And who is this?” Once again, the instructor’s accent making it hard to understand what he was saying. 

“I am Miss Reo’s boyfriend.” His voice ran with such authority that even she didn’t want to question him. “She invited me to watch her practice.” The smile that appeared on his face, was so close to being a genuine smile that Adrian nearly believed him. 

“Mademoiselle Reo, is this true?” Monsieur Delonchre turned to Adrian with accusatory eyes. “Il est ton petit ami?” (He is your boyfriend?)

“Oui Monsieur. Nous venons juste de commencer à sortir.” She bowed her head, as a sign of respect. (Yes Sir. We’ve just started dating.)

The instructor huffed. “Assurez-vous qu'il n'interfère pas avec nos séances d'entraînement. Tu te souviens de notre affaire?” He sneered at Adrian, ignoring her attempt at peace. (Be sure he doesn’t interfere with our training sessions. Remember our deal?) 

“Oui Monsieur.” Her voice was quiet, and soft. Afraid of making the instructor angry with loud words and defiance. 

“Oui,” The instructor started. “Let us begin.” 

Calum didn’t take his eyes off of Adrian the entire time. 

***

“Drinks?” Morgan asked once they were out of class. “Logan’s is probably open.” 

“Logan’s is always open for you M.” Adrian laughed. “You’re their best customer.” Adrian was painfully aware of how close Calum was to her. The hair on the back of her neck stood up as his eyes scanned the area, all the while keeping an eye on her.

“Yeah, yeah.” Morgan said with a wave of her hand. “It’s not my fault they have good chicken strips and fries.” The two girls looked at each other and laughed. 

“I can’t tonight.” Adrian had informed Morgan once their laughter had died down. “I have to make sure Calum gets comfortable in his new room.” 

“Is he staying with you now?” Morgan asked with a shake of her head. “That’s ridiculous. Chance never made any of the other dipshits stay with you!” She looked at Calum briefly. “No offence.”

“None taken.” But his eyes flickered over to where Adrian was standing. “Why am I staying with you?” His dark orbs piercing into hers. 

“Chance texted me when I was in class. He said as an extra precaution he wants you to stay at my place because of the incident last week.” While she never wanted to look away from the eyes that held her attention, she couldn’t help but feel like he was hiding something in them.

“Yes of course,” he straightened his suit jacket, and looked to Adrian again. “Did he say anything else?”

“Only that he’d have someone deliver your things.” Her voice once again became soft, and delicate. She dared to peak at him from underneath her lashes, and saw he was already staring at her. 

“Good,” he then turned to face Morgan again. “We should be going. It was nice to meet you.”

Calum grabbed Adrian by her arm, and a shock was sent throughout her core. Goosebumps were rising on her arms where his hand was touching her skin. 

His ring clad fingers were rough and his hands were warm as Calum continued to drag Adrian away from Morgan. She let out a soft gasp at the skin to skin contact. She barely heard Morgan in the background shouting if they could do drinks the next night. 

“Keep up.” His voice rang through her ears and she realized she was tripping over her feet. She couldn’t do anything but nod. Her feet tried to keep up with Calum’s, but her mind was being slow, and she couldn’t make her mind get out of the haze that Calum had created. 

She ended up falling. But naturally Calum didn’t catch her, this wasn’t a romance novel. He just scoffed, and rolled his eyes. “I told you to keep up.”

The haze in her mind disappeared. She looked up at him. “Yeah, well I wouldn’t have fallen if you hadn’t dragged me across the concrete.” She stood and walked at a faster pace than he was originally walking at.

“It’s not safe for you to me without protection.” He told her, easily keeping step with her. “I am your bodyguard, I am supposed to protect you.”

“I don’t need it.”

“Clearly you do. You almost got shot last week.”

“Yeah? What does that have to do with anything?” Adrian asked him, throwing her hands in the air, nearly hitting his face. “I almost got shot because my brother is in a gang,” She stopped in her tracks. “But I bet you know everything about being shot at yeah? Bet you get shot at as much as I do.” Adrian sneered at him. “I bet you’re just as high up on a hit list as I am. Want to know why?” She took one step closer to him and pointed at his chest. “Because you’re my brother’s best man.”

Calum stepped toward Adrian. The fire in his brown eyes scorching her. “I’m up on a hit list, because I’m good at my job little girl.” He grabbed her wrist. “Don’t speak of my boss that way.” He started pulling her away. 

Adrian yanked her wrist out of Calum’s grasp. “I’ll speak about my brother however the fuck I want to.” She spat. “He’s my brother. And you’re nothing but a simple guard, doing his bidding.”

“You’re going to regret that.” He turned to face her once more.

“How? Because you can’t touch me without getting into trouble with Chance.” She took a brave step towards him. “You can’t do anything but stand there.”

Taglist: @rosesfromcth @calssunflower @rosegoldquintis @calumsnatchedmyheart @i-am-just-trash-sorry @findingliam-o @calum-uncrowned @vintagehoods @opinionatedpisces-official and @cakesunflower because she was really excited for this idea. 

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Mooooooooooooooooooooooooor Guardian!AU Worldbuilding because hell ye. I really need to begin labeling these text posts. >.> BUT that’s for later! For now lets do a bit of worldbuilding but with a focus on characters and the Equestrian Wastes (I think I’ll begin calling the war-torn Equestria this from now on for this AU):

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- I know at the beginning of making this AU the pairings were meant to be romantic but like RariTwi for this AU, I’m starting to think the PinkieShy and AppleDash is also more like platonic soulmates. Paired but in a different way. I’m really diggin it for this AU so that’s probably whats gonna happen. o3o

-Twilight very rarely takes off her helmet but she will if Rarity asks her to. Because Rarity knows it hurts her, she very rarely asks her to, but sometimes when her nightmares get particularly bad she just might ask, and Twi does it every time. If anything, it’s a reminder that the hulking monster she calls her protector is still just a pony, and just as much a prisoner to Mistral as she is, and that sort of kinship, one that doesn’t have anything to do with their forced bond, is a source of comfort.

-Let’s talk about Pinkie and Shy, we rarely do for this AU! So I mentioned earlier that Pinkie is a travelling Caravan merchant; she’s actually a part of a long-time family business called the Rocky Roads Caravan company. Her family, as a caravan-based business, travels a lot, and with the parents older their daughters have taken over the whole traveling part of their business, carting goods all over Equestria. Pinkie in particular has quite the wanderlust and desire to see everything she can, she rarely ever returns to the farm aside for their holidays and family reunions. That said, she is very close to her family and while she kinda does her own solo thing now she makes sure to send a good sum of her profits to her family.

-Pinkie travels with her most trusted companion and cart-puller Gummy, who is a mutated alligator the Equestrian Wastes typically call a Deathmaw. Deathmaws are bipedal reptilian creatures that came to be thanks to magic-spliced radiation altering the alligator and crocodile. They’ve become an actual species due to them being numerous enough to breed with one another until a substantial population formed. They are generally very dangerous and can’t be domesticated, but Pinkie managed to tame Gummy when she found him as a baby and took him in. Gummy is unusually docile for his kind and despite the name he still does have all of his teeth, though one of his tusks are broken. He may be docile but he is still dangerous; anyone threatening Pinkie’s life has met a terrible and messy end. Gummy loves Pinkie and he shows his affection by giving strange throaty growls that resemble purring, and he nibbles gently at her hair and ears.

-Pinkie Pie is multilingual, and can speak several languages, which comes in handy given how often she travels. One language she knows is sign language, something of which her entire family knows because Limestone is deaf. Because Fluttershy doesn’t speak, Pinkie decided to teach her sign language so she would have a way to communicate without her using her voice, something Fluttershy is very appreciative of. Aside from sign language though, Shy communicates by humming as if singing, something Pinkie has taught herself to understand based on the inflections of Shy’s voice.

-Fluttershy unlike Rainbow and Twilight, actually enjoys having her mask off. She very rarely ever puts it on anymore, preferring to experience this large and unknown world with her own natural senses. There are times where she does put it back on though, such as when she needs to fly for long distances or enter areas that Pinkie herself can’t get to, like underwater areas, high areas, and areas with heavy radiation (all of which Shy can withstand with ease). This makes her a very valuable partner to Pinkie, and she’s able to obtain good and items she otherwise wouldn’t have access to. Shy is more than happy to help.

-Fluttershy, as a Valkyrie, typically vocalizes by singing in a wordless hum. The hum is actually tailored to lull targets into a calmer state, something that helped the survivability of the Valkyrie series since they’re the most frail in terms of armor. Fluttershy’s hum seems to be able to affect animals of all kinds in the Equestrian Wastes, including some of the more hostile creatures. It’s because of this that she’s what Pinkie calls the “Monster Whisperer”; animals, mutated or no, seem drawn to her and typically won’t react aggressively when in her presence, including a huge mutated Ursabug she named Harry, and a Jackalope she’s named Angel.

-The magic-spliced radiation that resulted from the massive bombing in Equestria has resulted in the altercation and mutation of not only sapient creatures, like ponies and griffons (who turn into “changelings” or “lurkers”), but it also brought about mutated animals and creatures that litter the EQW (equestrian wastes). Some of those animals include:

Jackalope: Rabbits with antler-like protrusions from their heads. They’re about as bit as large domestic cats and can actually be pretty dangerous to handle if they feel threatened. They will charge if they feel they must fight for their lives, and those antlers are no joke,

Deathmaw: Huge bipedal reptiles that mutated from crocodiles and alligators. They typically stay near water but are known to venture away in search of food or nesting grounds. VERY dangerous creatures, though thankfully they usually only attack if provoked.

Ursabug: Huge bear-like creatures that look like a cross between a bear and an insect. These things are highly aggressive and the nightmare of any survivor, and are generally avoided at all costs. Their pelts and stingers go for quite a pretty penny.

Chimera: A large creature that looks like it’s been created by the accidental fusion of sheep, goat, and dog. They’re actually domesticated and docile creatures, often used as pack-animals and companions.

Hydra: 3-5 headed reptile that’s mutated from the likes of a snake. These things are vicious and produce a venom that can paralyze their prey for long periods of time. Worse yet, they can spit this venon from several feet as projectile weapons; highly recommended not to engage if possible.

Orthos: a dog that has been mutated to produce 2 heads instead of one. Regular dogs still exist but the Orthos has since become its own “breed” of dog; they are characterized by, of course, the extra head, wrinkled and tough skin, and a long tuft of fur that runs from forehead to the tip of the tail. They’re hypoallergenic and live typically for longer than the average dog (about 21 years) and despite being usually big, are docile and friendly. There are some breeds of Orthos that are small, like  Chihuahua versions, but these much smaller variations are usually deformed in some way and breeding them is discouraged.... but they’re popular with families, so breeding these sickly creatures for the sake of profit continues.

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Aaaaaaaaand that’s all I got for now! I’ll do more of these lore/worldbuilding posts for my AUs so you don’t have to wait for questions or art for more worldbuilding, but as always you’re more than free to ask me anything if you have any questions! c:

[vampirebrown]

Paying back with blood || Self Para

Who: Sofia and Estelle Where: Abandoned house outside of Mystic Falls. Mentions: William Brown, Madeline Brown, LJ Brown, Mr. and Mrs. Brown, Matt Donovan, Ella Mae Chase Trigger Warnings: Death

Sofia quickly learned that finding a demon wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, it wasn’t as easy as praying for a certain angel’s help and the demon’s name wasn’t in the Yellow Pages. She spent weeks tracking down any sign of Estelle, anything that could lead Sofia to to the demon or bring Estelle to her. Sofia was bruised, tired, desperate and losing hope. She read every book that she could find, talked to every hunter she knew, called anyone that could help her find the bitch that she wanted dead, until she finally had enough information to come up with a plan.

Another thing that wasn’t easy was summoning demons. As easy as it could sound, it was tricky, you had to have the right latin words, the right ingredients, the right sigils or it could all go wrong. Sofia could end up summoning a different demon, maybe a stronger one, and it would end up with her death. Sofia was a smart hunter though, she learned things quickly and she was great at coming up with strategies and she was confident that everything would work out. And she had the Winchester’s knife Maddie had stolen to help her.

She didn’t warn Will, knowing he would never let her go through with it, she didn’t warn Maddie because she knew she would be too worried and she didn’t warn Matt, because she knew he would come after her if he thought she was in danger. Sofia had to do that on her own.

Settilng everything she had on the ground in the right place, Sofia took a deep breath before she starting repeating the words she already knew by heart, hoping that her plan would work, that Estelle would come to her, that she walk straight into Sofia’s trap. And she did.

The empty space in front of Sofia suddenly wasn’t empty anymore. A blonde woman stood there, her eyes endlessly black, the face was different, but the smirk on her lips was exactly the same Sofia had on hers when she was possessed. And she was standing in the middle of Sofia’s devil’s trap.

“Estelle.” She spit the name like venon, her hands shaking in anger at the sight of the demon who ruined her family’s life.

“Sofia. It’s been a while. You look...” The demon paused, looking Sofia up and down. “Terrible.”

“You’ll look wose pretty soon.” Sofia replied, pointing to her trap and Estelle hissed angrily. The huntress couldn’t help but smirk at how easily she managed to trap the demon.

“What are you going to do now, huh?” The demon scoffed, walking forward so she was standing close to the edge of the trap. “Are you going to exorcise me again? You’ll do that and I’ll come back anyway. Be smart, Sofia.” She said. “Besides this won’t bring back your brother. Or maybe that’s what you want. A deal? I can bring LJ back.”

LJ’s name made Sofia hesitate, the possibility that she could have her brother back was tempting, maybe that would fix her family, would fix her broken heart, would make Maddie whole again. But as soon as the thought came, so did the anger.

Bringing LJ back to life by selling her soul wouldn’t fix anything, it would only cause more problems. LJ would definitely feel guilty, Maddie would probably be desperate, Will would do something stupid to save her, her parents wouldn’t survive losing their daughter, knowing she would go to hell. Nothing could fix what Estelle had broken.

“I’m not going to exorcise you.” She said, slowly pulling the knife from inside of her jacket. “Sending you back to hell would be too kind, it would be more than you deserve after what you did.” 

Estelle eyed the knife in Sofia’s hand and the huntress knew the demon wasn’t so confident anymore. Sofia took a step forward, holding the knife tightly in her hand. She felt bad for the girl Estelle was using, but she couldn’t stop it, she couldn’t let the demon walk freely after everything she’d done.

“You used me, used my body, tortured Ella, nearly killed Will, manipulated Maddie, hurt my parents, killed countless people using my hands. You killed my baby brother.” Sofia said, breathing heavily as she stepped inside the trap.

Estelle tried to put up a fight and Sofia would be lying if she said that she would have bruises all over her from where Estelle managed to hit her, but Sofia’s anger fed her strenght and before Estelle could realize, Sofia had pushed the knife through her heart. The look of surprised on Estelle’s face lasted a second, before the demon died, but Sofia saw it and she couldn’t help but smirk.

The girl’s body fell limp on the floor and Sofia made mental note to warn someone about the body later. But in the meantime, she cleaned her own blood from her face, cleaning the knife as well and putt it back inside her jacket.

“That’s for my little brother.” She said, stepping out of the trap, grabbing her things and walking away.