The rest of my Mane 6 ship kids!!
Appleshy and Twishy
Raripie and Raridash!
Lastly but not least, pinkiedash!
I MAY MAKE MORE SHIP KIDS BUT for now I’m fixating on these guys specifically
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cw. none, except for satoru being disgustingly cute.
to outsiders, your relationship with satoru is as much a blessing as it is a curse. it’s a blessing, because even your mere presence causes satoru’s talking to drop by a hefty 80% at the very least. it’s a curse, because satoru only stops his chattering to cling to you.
he wraps his arms around your waist, and nuzzles into the crook of your neck. he holds your hands, and cups his own face with them. he tucks your hair behind your ear and squeezes your cheeks together. he’s so utterly enamoured with you, that words suddenly feel unnecessary. and you let him be.
it’s his way of recharging, of finding little bits of peace in a stressful day. so, you allow him to do as he wishes, and simply continue whatever conversation you are having—as if satoru wasn’t currently biting your finger. you dismiss the looks of disgust people throw at him, finding the way he clings to you like a baby koala oddly endearing.
it’s a custom, by now. a custom that’s loved by the both of you, and only the both of you. so, yes—a blessing and a curse. satoru is quieter when you’re around, but in exchange for a (not so) healthy dose of pda.
pick your poison, as one would say.
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🗡️ “Do not stray far from me.”
I don’t want you to get hurt 🗡️ protective dialogue prompts
“What in the gods’ holy names was that?! I–We could’ve lost you.”
“At the party C sort of kept cornering me…” “What? Are you okay? Did they do anything to you?”
“Stay back.”
“Who did this to you? I just want to talk to them.” (that’s a LIE AND THEY KNOW IT)
“The idea of you getting hurt doesn’t sit well with me.”
“I don’t like the things they said about you. You’re nothing like what they think you are.”
“I’m not going anywhere until I know you’re okay.”
“My duty is to ensure your safety at all times, no matter the cost to my life.”
“If you dare lay a finger on their head, I will have yours served on a silver platter.”
“These walls are meant to protect you, the world out there is far too dangerous for someone like you.” (villain arc??? 👀)
“I’m right here. You’re safe.”
“Say my name and I will be there. I promise.” (thank you daredevil for inspiring this one)
“I’ll take a sword through the heart before they ever reach you.”
“I should’ve been there. This shouldn’t have happened to you.”
“Will you let me know when you’re back safely?”
“I will kill you and everyone you love if it’s the last thing I do.” “It’ll be the last thing you try.”
“You’re worth saving.”
“My house is a safe haven. Go there if you’re ever in danger and we will take care of you.”
“Get away from them!”
“You don’t need to protect me.” “I want to.”
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I’m such a sucker for whatever twisted, fucked relationship jinx and Sevika might have developed over the period of time between act one and act two because it’s just. It’s just like.
You hate the kid, the brat that your boss took in. She whines and snivels and causes far too much trouble for her own good. You should put her out of her misery, but it would put you out of a job. And then your boss makes you braid her hair and she’s looking up at you with those disgusting teary eyes and you grit your teeth and get it over with. You hate her but you take care not to get her hair caught in the creaks of your metal fingers. You remember what it was like to be young and scared. You hate her but she follows you while you’re on a job and almost trips you up and when you get back you yell and scream at her for being so fucking stupid and she whines and cries at your words. You don’t apologize, you both know you wouldn’t mean it. You hate her but one day she tries to get a sip from your whiskey and you should fight her on it, tell her it’s not for kids, but you give her a sip and watch her cough and you laugh and she glares and storms off and she ignores you for the day but the next morning she’s right back to following you around like a ghost without a corpse.
You remember her sister. You remember the girl who fought.
One day when the girl is much much older, she fucks up like she always does and she fires on you and your men, she’s a liability, better to cut your losses now, and then you wake up tied to a chair and you feel vindicated because yes, yes, this is why we need to get rid of her. And then your boss tries to go after her and you stop him because you hate her but you remember what it was like to be young and afraid. And then he’s dead and you find her again you hate her, you hate her, but she’s a shining blue beacon in this shallow grave of a city.
You hate her, you don’t think you can ever stop, but you can feel her hair tangled in your fingers, and just for a moment you hate her a little less.
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