#it's the manticore armor set !

[vodka-and-ocs]

Owen, witcher style

[jerichoes]

messed with ten billion xtml files so that geralt can look pretty from the start. hopefully didn't break anything

[obsessivevoidkitten]

The Manticore's Game

Kinktober Day 11: Paralytic Venom

Male Manticore Yandere x Gender Neutral Reader CW: Noncon, nonconsensual to consensual, venom, paralysis, non-human genitals, manticore, nibbling, licking, playful yandere, sweet yandere, general yandere behavior, he fucking purrs like a big house cat y'all, happy ending, kinda fluffy Word Count: 1k (I wrote this relatively quickly just today. I hope you all love it. Someone wanted me to write happier endings and yeah I do need a few sprinkled in a bit more often.)

There were reports of a mighty beast-like man devouring sheep from the flocks of the shepherds on the outskirts of the kingdom. It was in your jurisdiction, so you sent some lesser warriors to investigate and resolve the matter, but they had retreated in terror and refused to go back.

You were the head of the lesser noble house that oversaw the region and a skilled knight, and none of your subordinates were up to the task of defeating the monstrosity. So it seemed the task fell to you personally.

Bravely, you went on your own to the mountain village and tracked down the monster's lair. You found him at the entrance to his cave. He towered above you, fangs bared. You could see why the others had retreated. He was a rare and powerful creature, a manticore!

The beast had long shaggy hair that started black but ended in red, yellow eyes, fingertips with retractable claws, massive black and red wings, and a large scorpion tail.

Unlike the others, you fought through your fear and charged. You tried bashing him with your shield. But the manticore blocked the blow with his muscular arm before stabbing its tail into a chink in your armor.

You buckled instantly, falling to the ground like a chunk of lead. You couldn't move and were completely helpless as the monstrous man crouched beside you and removed your armor piece by piece. The last one that he removed was your helmet. After he removed it, you could smell the musk practically rolling off his crotch.

He wore no clothing, though he was covered in fur from the waist down. You were sure he was going to kill you, but instead, he stung you a second time, and you woke up hours later beside the village with no weapons or armor.

It was humiliating. Of course, you had to restore your honor. But you also weren't unfair. The next time you faced him, you used a blunted blade. He hadn't killed you, so you wouldn't kill him. Though you would imprison him as a livestock thief and make him work off his debts.

Once again, you ended up on the ground after the first sting. The beast stood over you and laughed before taking your belongings to taunt you. After that came the second sting, which sent you to sleep. Once more, you woke up outside the village.

It went on like this for months. It became the manticore's favorite game and your greatest embarrassment. He must have collected dozens of sets of armor as trophies.

Once more, you tried to best the beast, and once more, you wound up on the floor. This time was different, though. After removing your bothersome armor, he hauled you into a cotton and feather lined nest.

And, for the first time, the manticore spoke.

"Azin is in rut. Need mate. You're Azin's best friend! Always play games! You're all Azin thinks about. Will make the best mate."

He didn't stop at removing your armor. He took away all your clothing and didn't administer the second sting that would put you to sleep.

Azin purred loudly as he nuzzled his head against various parts of your body. He flipped you onto your back and licked and nibbled on your chest. His cock was hard, It stuck out large and proud from his sheath. It was also much muskier than normal, the strong smell alone made your crotch tingle.

You were a little scared but were more embarrassed than anything else. Maybe the venom had mellowed you out a bit, or maybe you just felt that comfortable with Azin after all the non-lethal combat the two of you had engaged in. If he wanted to hurt you, he would have.

His slimy cock craved the warm embrace of your hole, but even in rut Azin had the presence of mind to stretch you out first. Using gobs of precum as lube, he carefully tended to your entrance with several strong fingers.

Once you were good and prepped, he propped your legs up on his shoulders and then slipped his entire length into you with one fluid motion.

"Ahhhh," he sighed, "You take Azin so well~"

And he filled you so well. You would have been moaning, but all the paralytic he had envenomated you with would allow were soft gasps and whimpers. Azin licked and sucked your neck, your cute little sounds of pleasure spurring him on and into a frenzy. He pushed you into a mating press, his large furry nuts smacking into you as he bred you.

Nothing in your life had ever felt so good. No, not just good, but right. Having him pounding into you just felt right. Your paralyzed managed to shake slightly in orgasm just as he emptied his cum deeply into you.

"Azin loves you so so much! Going to breed you lots and keep you safe always!"

The two of you panted a bit before going several more rounds. When it was finally over, the venom had worn off. You cuddled up to him, his loud rhythmic purring helped lull you into the best sleep you ever had.

Of course, when you woke up, you'd have to do the only thing you could... take him back, marry him, and have him live with you in your little castle. There was really no other honorable option.

Azin's kind mated for life. It would be cruel to abandon him, and you had come to see him more and more as a friend rather than an enemy. You couldn't exactly just imprison him and make him work now.

Marrying him was honestly the perfect solution. With him at the castle, he wouldn't be stealing food. And just the fact that your house had a manticore would ensure safety from political rivals. It would be a great way for him to make up for his unlawful consumption of sheep. What assassin would dare trespass into the home of such a beast?

Sure, you'd be known far and wide as the monster fucking noble, but at least the dick was amazing!

[inexplicifics]

If you're still doing snippets, I don't think we've had the Eldritch Trio one yet?

Also the Weird Omegaverse Warprize Thing is intriguing from the bits so far.... honestly I'm generally stoked for the entirety of the list.

If you feel like showing off one that hasn't been mentioned yet, blank space here!

Eldritch Trio:

The trio are all staring at Voltehre in bafflement as Lambert sits down. Well, Gweld is staring a little bit over Voltehre’s head. He never looks anyone in the eye unless he means to overpower their will. But the bafflement is still definitely there. “Hello,” Eskel says at last, a little warily. “Did you lose a bet?” “No,” Voltehre says, giving Eskel a sunny smile. “I wanted to say hello, and Lam thinks you’re fascinating.” Lambert covers his face with a hand and prays the Grasses really did destroy his ability to blush. “Fascinating,” Geralt rumbles, and Lambert shudders at the sound. It’s not fear running down his spine, though maybe it should be. “Fascinating,” Gweld lilts, sounding amused. Lambert puts his hands on the table to push himself upright - he isn’t going to stay here and be mocked, fuck Voltehre for dragging him into this - One of Eskel’s tentacles curls around his wrist. “Stay,” Eskel says. “Fascinating’s better than most of the things we get called when they think we can’t hear.”

Weird omegaverse war prize thing:

As the barbarians finish eating, they get up and leave the hall, without any ceremony whatsoever; by the time Jaskier has cleared his plate, the hall is three-quarters empty. And it’s as he’s setting his mug down empty - he has to admit he rather likes the strong tisane they were served - that a beautiful young woman gets up from one of the other tables, leans down to kiss the barbarian she was sitting next to on the mouth, and comes striding over to the omegas. She’s tall and blonde, with blue-grey eyes and a generously curved figure that suggests both strength and probable fertility, and as she gets close enough to smell, Jaskier realizes she’s an omega. He wracks his brain hastily, but he doesn’t think the young barbarian she kissed was one of those who claimed any of Jaskier’s companions, so she’s probably not coming over to assert her own prior claim to her alpha - “Hullo,” she says, sliding onto the bench across from Jaskier. “I’m Julita.”

And for the author's choice - knight!Milena

The first thing Lambert thinks when he sees the armored figure riding at the manticore is, Well shit, that’s a waste of a good horse. It is a good horse: an enormous black stallion, maybe even larger than Scorpion, with absolutely beautiful conformation. It dwarfs its rider entirely; Lambert, watching the coming catastrophe with a grimace, assumes some squire has stolen his knight-master’s mount and is trying to prove himself worthy of his spurs, and is just going to get himself eaten for his trouble. Manticores are basically only vulnerable at eyes and mouth, and the chances of the rider hitting either of those with a lance-tip from a full gallop are… Lambert’s own mouth drops open, and he stands there gaping like a complete nitwit as the rider’s lance takes the manticore squarely in its open maw, the full force of the horse’s weight behind it, and the manticore goes back on its haunches and then over onto its side, taking the lance with it. The rider reins in the horse, curving neatly away from the fallen monster, and trots around to face his defeated enemy, sensibly drawing his sword as he goes. The manticore is busy going through its death throes, though; the rider halts his horse and waits, alert but unmoving, until the creature finally breathes its last.

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Lonely at the top

Written for the @steddiemicrofic challenge, May 2024 edition

Prompt: top, 510 words

Rated: T

Tags: Fantasy AU; Magic AU; Guard!Steve; Thief!Eddie; forbidden love; imprisonment; sensory deprivation; Steve Harrington whump

From the day he was born, Steve’s life was mapped out for him.

There were were expectations tied to being a Harrington, and Steve did his best to meet them. Joined the city guard at sixteen, became captain like his father and grandfather and great-grandfather before him.

“It is lonely at the top,” Steve’s father used to tell him.

Sometimes he wonders if that is why they chose this place to be his prison. His punishment for falling for a criminal, for betraying them to save the man he loves.

A magical vault on a floating island, miles and miles in the sky. Set at the center of an eternal tornado, guarded by dragons and griffins and manticores.

If there's a top of the world, it must be this place.

And lonely it is. Terribly, dreadfully lonely.

His cell messures a few feet in either direction. He cannot see the walls - they're the same blinding white as the floor and ceiling - but he knows they're there. He has spent hours running his fingers over every inch of them. There's no door, no windows, no bed. No colors. No sound. He tried to scream, in the beginning, but the magic swallows even his own voice.

He is starting to forget what it sounded like. Starting to forget what colors are. What touch is. He clings to the memory of brown eyes gazing into his, of lips laying blazing trails across his skin, of a rumbling, boisterous laugh. He dreads the day it'll slip from his grip.

It starts as a high whirr in his ear, a pulsing throb in his skull. The same sensation he knows from taking a hit to the head. This is it then, he thinks dully. He's going mad. It is the only explanation.

Why else would the pressure-thrum in his head keep getting louder, like the echo of fists pounding on a wall? Why else would he be seeing things that aren't real? Shadows moving behind the white, like silhouettes through a paper screen.

And then he blinks and the white splinters.

The colors return first. The white shatters like a mirror, raining down all around him, and the shards are drenched in a sunset sky - blues and purples and oranges and the brilliant glow of stars.

Sensation rushes back in through the cracks. The caress of wind in his hair, on his skin. The taste of dust and smoke on his tongue. The scent of magic, sharp and angry in the air - and beyond it, something else. Something familiar. Tobacco and sandalwood and leather.

In the center of the falling mirror shards stands a figure, dark against the white. Black armor gleaming in the dying light, dark hair billowing around it like a halo. Eyes so much deeper than in his memories.

The figure opens its arms. Steve stumbles towards them as if a rope has been wrapped around his hammering heart. Muscle memory moves his tongue. The name that tumbles from his lips is the first sound he hears.

“Eddie.”

More Phantom Thief AU

Tag list:

@sourw0lfs @bananahoneycomb @whoneedscanon @firefly-party @steddie-island

@sidekick-hero @theheadlessphilosopher @extra-transitional @penny00dreadful @medusapelagia

@mugloversonly @0happyeverafter0 @stevesbipanic @acingthecounts @sweetheartprincess28

@starryeyedjanai @sailing-through-hawkins @original-cypher @tinyplanet95

[spirit-meets-the-b0ne]

WIP of my wife - I mean Witcher, in the Manticore armor

I hope we get this set in 4!

[psiroller]

a kiss with a fist and such

i'm working on a lil somethin something where chilchuck and laios get into a fistfight at a bar and then make out. here's a really cringe aperitif to set up the conflict. it's pre-canon, i guess?? falin, namari and shuro are there. unfortunately for them.

nothing much happens in this excerpt but the final will involve romantic interests being violent to each other. i'd recommend not reading it if you're sensitive to that, but it's nothing too far outside the realm of what is portrayed in the manga lol

Laios had read volumes upon volumes of advice for the aspiring dungeon crawler and the content of this research could be summed up as thus: the party leader’s main objective is to keep everyone from killing each other before a monster can. The old king’s dungeon contained labyrinths that slithered like restless serpents, spike traps, false walls, beasts and enchanted baubles, but no trick more treacherous than pitting adventurers against one another. Why bother with conjuring monsters if you could simply torment your intruders until someone snapped? Sometimes a squabble over good loot was all it took for a party to dissolve.

Falin did most of the work in smoothing over the occasional interpersonal conflict, her calm smile and soft voice able to soothe even banshees, but there was only so much goodwill Laios’ kind little sister could afford him. Not everyone cared to learn the ins and outs of minotaur husbandry, or the complicated respiratory system of a seven-headed hydra, halfway down the magic murder hole. Laios didn’t really know what else there would be to talk about in a dungeon, though, so he often ran his mouth to fill the silence.

“Laios, if I hear one more fact about manticore scat I’ll make sure you’ll be living the dream.”

Chilchuck glowered up at Laios, hands on his hips, brows furrowed into a cute little crease.

“C’mon, it was relevant,” Laios said, cleaning his hands off with an already filthy handkerchief. “It’s fresh, so the monster’s nearby.”

“Fantastic news! I didn’t need a report on the texture. Let’s go.”

Chilchuck, the new hire, was an ornery sort. Good at his job—one would hope, with the astonishing upfront fee—but not with people. Laios could relate. A glance at the scrunched-up faces of Namari, Marcille and Shuro confirmed that Chilchuck wasn’t just bitching for the sake of it this time. He searched Falin’s strained grin for some backup, but she was at a loss.

Luckily, there were workarounds for the warrior in want of charisma.

“Cheer up, little guy.” A vein bulged out on Chilchuck’s forehead; Falin grimaced and mouthed an apology behind Laios’ back. “I’ll buy everyone a round at the tavern once the job’s done.”

Chilchuck debated holding the grudge, then sighed with a slumping of the shoulders.

“All the more reason to get a move on, then,” Namari said cheerily, glad to forget the scene they’d just witnessed. She clapped Chilchuck on the shoulder as she passed, staggering him out of his confrontational stance. He grunted and let it go, folding his hands behind his head and continuing down the tunnel.

“Nailed it,” Laios whispered to Falin, who met him with a congratulatory pat on the back. Wasting his cut of the profits on beer wasn’t wise with rent coming up, but the party’s cohesion was important, too. They’d managed to kill a green dragon last week, and it would be nice to keep that ball rolling.

“Good job, big brother! Um, next time, maybe don’t… call Chilchuck that.” “Why? I’m just trying to be friendly.” “Um… well, with half-foots, it’s sort of a-“

“C’mon, you two. Unless you want to get the bill after happy hour ends,” Chilchuck called, his small voice booming off the stone tiled walls.  Laios jogged after the rest of the party, armor clanking as he went, with Falin not far behind.

[xzaddyzanakinx]

The Maker’s Angel pt. 2

Din Djarin/Mando x female reader

18+ MDNI

Warnings: Sub to Dom Din, spitting, name calling, slapping, aggression/anger, cockwarming, domesticity/breeding kink

Info: Fluffy beginning, smutty ending, lots of Mando’a (translations at the end of post.)

Over the next three months Grogu continued his training, you moved your family of three into a small three bedroom home at the base of the mountain, and you found work in the form of selling produce from my garden behind your home.

Din had a bit of an adjustment period, trying to find a good balance between bounty hunting and home-life, but soon settled into a loose schedule of 2 weeks away on work, 1 week home and repeat.

On this day, Grogu was training at the Temple while you sold vegetables from your roadside stand. Din would be returning from his off-world hunt this afternoon, you and your wrinkly green son were anxiously awaiting his arrival.

After collecting Grogu from the Temple you returned home and set about preparing dinner while Grogu roamed the house and caused his usual mischief. Soon enough you heard the familiar clunk of Din’s boots on the stone porch and you rushed to meet him at the door, Grogu following behind at your heels.

Entering your modest dwelling adorned with various trinkets collected during your travels together, Grogu bounds towards Din, his tiny arms wrapping around his legs in welcome embrace. He burbles something unintelligible, and warmth radiates from him like a sunbeam that dispels any lingering fatigue from his long travel home.

Din!” You wrapped him in a hug, pressing your forehead against his beskar helmet while placing your palm against the engraved Manticore on his armored chest plate; something you’d made a habit of doing every time he returned from his hunts. “we’ve missed you.”

Returning the embrace, he wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, sucking in a deep breath to fill his lungs with your unique scent of flowers and earth —a heady concoction that always seems to calm him.

"Missed you too," He whispered back.

“Been good for mommy?"

He released you gently before picking up Grogu and walking to the couch, sitting down on the sofa with him.

“He’s always good.” You teased, poking Grogu’s little belly to hear him giggle.

“Let’s get you comfy.” You told Din softly.

He’d come to love this part of returning home so he had no qualms about setting Grogu next to him while you slipped off his boots.

He leaned back against the couch's soft fabric as you begin to remove his beskar with practiced ease, you unfasten the secured metal plate across his torso, bringing you one layer closer to the expanse of his muscular stomach beneath his flight suit.

After you removed all his armor and sat it aside in its designated leather basket, you sat on his knee for a moment. Leaning into his chest and kissing the crook of his neck, smelling the salty dried sweat and the scent that was so uniquely him.

A soft moan escapes his lips as your warm breath caresses the soft flesh of his neck, sending shivers down spine after every sweet kiss.

“Helmet now?” You asked, fingers poised to remove it if given permission.

"No, it's fine," He manage to mumble out, "You go ahead and finish preparing dinner."

He took Grogu, placing him on his shoulder and walking to the dinner table and setting him down on the table cloth.

“Here, set the table for us okay?” Din said calmly, gesturing to the silverware and dishes already stacked on the table.

Grogu babbled in response, flattening out his ears in annoyance, though he complied anyway. After all, his dad did ask nicely…

Din stood leaned against the doorway to the kitchen following your every move as you worked. He smiled to himself as he watched you placing three bowls of steaming hot stew on a tray—a hearty blend of root vegetables, wild mushrooms, and tender slices of venison meat simmered slowly in rich broth.

"Smells delicious," He compliment sincerely, "Thank you."

“You’re welcome.” You smiled. “I baked some fresh bread too, it should be done cooling now.”

“Grogu?” Din’s deep voice came through the vocoder as he spoke. “think you can handle the tray here?”

Grogu huffed as he stuck out both of his tiny arms and scrunched his eyes shut. Bringing the tray safely, albeit wobbly, to the center of the table via the Force.

“Good. You’re getting better.” Din praised him, a compassionate tone reserved only for the most special people in his life.

You take a seat across from Din, presenting freshly baked bread on wooden platter covered by crisp white linen. He can't help but observe your movements—each fluid motion an enchanting sight for his tired eyes.

"You know how good you look doing this?" He asked with a grin, slipping off his helmet and sitting it aside. "Cooking... baking... taking care of home?"

“Maybe.” You couldn’t help but blush as you sliced into the fresh loaf of bread.

His eyes happily taking in the sight of your rosy cheeks tinted pink with embarrassment. A soft chuckle escapes his lips before he spoke again.

"It suits you... this domestic side." He murmured teasingly, yet undertones laced within his words hint at respect for your work in and around the home.

His compliment stirred a swirling storm within your core, the blush in your cheeks spreading rapidly as you let your mind wander out of control. Finally you cleared your throat and tried your best to swallow down the lump of desire that had formed in your throat, slicing the loaf of bread for your clan of three to eat with the stew.

"So... how was your day?" He asked casually, "Anything interesting happen? Any troublemakers causing mayhem outside our cozy little nest?"

With a well-practiced motion, Din placed Grogu in his high chair and buckled him securely in place. He then set his bowl on the tray for him, forcibly but gently making Grogu hold a spoon rather than use his hands like he so desperately wanted to.

“My produce stand sold out in less than 2 hours.” You said proudly.

“So I got to come home and read for a bit before going to pick up this little booger.“ You laughed, watching their interaction while you spoke.

“And on our way home from the Temple Grogu and I stopped at the river to splash about a bit, didn’t we buddy?” Grogu nodded happily, a large chunk of venison in his mouth.

A smile tugs at corners of Din’s lips as he lifted his helmet and placed it on the far-side of the table, amusement glinting in his eyes as Grogu chomps down on chunky morsel dangling between fingers stained red from venison juice.

"That does sound like an enjoyable day," He agreed, "But I have a question for you."

He set down his utensils momentarily, leaning forward close enough for your breaths to mingle in temporary shared silence.

"I-I had too much time to think on this last hunt," He paused, searching for words with his lips locked tight against sudden surge of emotion threatening spill forth, "you’re still happy aren’t you? You’d tell me if you weren’t right?"

“Din, of course I’m happy… w-what made you think I wasn’t?” You asked in concerned impatience.

“Well I don’t think you’re unhappy, that’s not what I meant.” He grumbled, sitting back in his chair with his eyebrows furrowed.

“I- well, you…” He let out an annoyed puff of air. “I’m just afraid.”

“Afraid?” You asked in confusion.

“For the first time in a long time, I’m afraid and I don’t like it.” He said quietly. “I feel itchy, my throat hurts, my armor feels too heavy… I- I can’t… I mean-“

He inhaled sharply, punching down his feelings with a beskar fist. His fingers twitched as he contemplated putting his helmet back on, his armor was for physical protection just as much as it was for spiritual and emotional protection. He shook his head, deciding against it so that you could see his face while he spoke about something so important.

“I’m afraid I’ll come home and you won’t be here.” He said softly. “I know… realistically that won’t happen. I know that.”

“But, It’s scary to think that it could happen.”

“Oh C’mere you big softie.” You whispered, standing up and squeezing into his lap to hold him close. Kissing softly until you heard a soft whimper escape Din’s lips…

“You could be in a different galaxy, away for decades, and I would still be here waiting for you.” You assured him quietly as you stood up, caressing his cheek as you did.

“You are… you’re to good.” Squeezing your hand he whispered in a gruff tone. “You’re too perfect. Sometimes it’s hard to believe you’re real.”

You didn’t respond verbally, you just squeezed his hand back in return and scooted your chair around the small round table to be closer to him.

The rest of dinner was punctuated with giggles and stories from your weeks apart, Din sparing the gory details while still making sure to include as much detail as possible, knowing you enjoyed hearing about his work. However, he didn’t know you only requested for his most detailed descriptions just so you could hear him talk alittle longer.

“Go play.” Din said gruffly after cleaning off Grogu’s hands and face at the kitchen sink.

The little one hopped down from the countertop and waddled off to living room, dumping a basket of toys over and digging through them until he found what he was looking for, a game cube. His favorite thing to do, making the colors flash and match up in the correct sequences using his Force abilities. Not only was it fun, it was wonderful practice.

Din shook his head, it was still hard to grasp how something so little held such power. It never failed to impress him, make him proud.

He returned to the dining room table, and sat back in his chair, patting his knee for you to sit on. His arms wrap tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. He squeezed you hard, forcing the air out of your lungs in a crushing hug. He held you like that for a moment before loosening his grip.

He looked down at your lips before leaning in to place a passionate open-mouthed kiss on each side of your neck. Goosebumps covered your arms as he left a wet trail up the column of his throat to lock your lips in a searing kiss.

It soon turned frenzied, a dance of tongues tangling together in a display of raw desire from long denied release.

"Cyarika.” A strangled moan escapes his throat, "I... I want you."

Shhh,” You broke the kiss, hand firm on his chest. “patience Din… wait for Grogu to go to bed.” You giggled at his eagerness.

Groaning softly, he reluctantly relented to your demands—raw yearning tempered by cool rationality as he pulled himself back to reality.

"Alright..." He murmur begrudgingly, "But once Grogu's asleep... nothing will hold me back."

“Good.” You leaned in, whispering seductively before nibbling on his ear.

You rose from his lap, gathering the dirty dishes from the table and placing them carefully in the sink. Purposefully walking with a sway to your hips, making your ass jiggle with every stride.

"I'll finish these." He mumbled softly, placing a comforting hand on your waist. "You should put Grogu down for bed... show him who the boss is around here."

Alright. I’ll be back.” You promised, picking up Grogu and taking him to his room to tuck him into bed with his favorite stuffed animals.

Once he was sound asleep you crept out of his bedroom, shutting the door behind you with a soft click.

You all but ran back to the kitchen to find Din who had nearly finished washing the dishes. As he turned around, hearing your steps, you reached behind your back and pulled at the string that held your bandeau top on. Untying the bow that kept it in place and allowing it to fall to the ground.

Startled by your sudden brazen display he nearly dropped the pot in hand; heart racing as his eyes devour your chest now exposed to his hungry gaze—nipples erect and pert, begging for attention.

"Cyare" He croaked, voice strained with desire, "You... you're gonna kill me."

Without waiting another moment, he let the pot clank on the countertop, not bothering to dry his wet hands before reaching out to grasp your waist, pulling you flush against his body. His hardened member pressing urgently against your lower abdomen. His lips crash hungrily against yours, tongue tangling in lustful need barely suppressed by mere clothing separating you from complete surrender to those primal urges that clawed at your insides.

“Sit on the couch. Hurry, c’mon baby I’m feeling needy.” You softly instructed him, following behind him as he rushed to obey you.

“Get your cock out for me baby.” You whispered, trying to seductively strip your pants and underwear as well.

Swiftly following suit, his hands moving dexterously on his pants; lowering them to his ankles and kicking them off impatiently along with his boxers revealing his thick length standing proudly awaiting your touch.

"Here..." He murmur hoarsely, "Take it... do whatever you want."

“Oh I plan on it.” You teased, licking and suckling slowly on the swollen tip of his cock.

His breath hitches in a sharp intake as your soft lips envelop the engorged tip—warm wetness swallowing him whole causing a strike of mind-numbing pleasure to surge through his cock like lightning striking the earth of Mandalore.

“Mesh'la… kar'taylir darasuum.” His voice husky and affectionate as he threaded his fingers through your hair.

You let your hands wander the expanse of his hairy thighs, pressing your nose into the curls at the base of his dick to breathe in his musky scent. The way he sounds… the way his lips move, the grit in his voice when he speaks Mando’a to you, makes you practically feral.

You couldn’t help yourself, immediately releasing his cock with a drooly ‘pop’ and standing up, straddling his legs and hovering over his waiting girth.

“Din,” You pleaded, “I can’t wait. I’ve been wet since the second you stepped foot into the house.”

An involuntary groan escapes his lips as he watched you position yourself over him; your pussy just out of reach, taunting him.

His rough hands grip your hips tightly, fingers digging into the soft flesh as desire grows unbearable, "Fuck me... please." He whined, trying to force you down onto his throbbing length.

“Y-yes.” Sliding your soaked pussy down his cock, releasing a high pitched whine at the burning stretch of his dick plunging deep into your cunt.

Pain and pleasure intertwine into a maelstrom of sensations— clenched teeth to stifle your moans; reverberating swallowed pleas echoing from his throat with urgency as you slowly impale yourself on him.

"M-maker.” He gasped out through clenched jaw, "Fuck... fuck me like I'm your bitch."

“You are my bitch.” You growled.

Your hand shooting out to grip his throat tightly and force his head back against the couch cushions.

“Open your mouth.” You whispered.

His eyes widen as your grip tightens, constricting the airflow to his brain addling his senses further.

"Y-Yes..." He managed to choke out between ragged breaths, "Whatever you want."

“Stick out your tongue out for me now baby.”You said sweetly. “There, that’s a good boy.”

You pushed your hips flush to crotch, grinding in circles on his thickness, feeling it throbbing in response to each pulsing clench of your pussy. Halting your movement completely, simply holding his cock captive and rendering him practically pussy drunk with need.

You leaned down to take his tongue between your lips, sucking on it and slurping loudly, feeling his hot breath fanning across your face lips as you did so. His hips involuntary bucking up into you at the sensation of being trapped inside your pussy and at your every whim.

Suddenly you pulled back from his face, making sure to squeeze his jaw to keep it pried open. Spitting harshly into his mouth before snapping his mouth shut with a click of his teeth.

Blinded by desire, he can't resist the storm surging through his veins wildfire-like, spreading and burning its way through him.

"Ni'duraa" He groaned deep and punctuated in his chest, "I love it.”

Arching his hips upwards in anticipation of climax fast approaching, closing in closer each powerful thrust buried him deep inside your pussy. His body trembling with needful want.

“Yeah?” Taunting him you released the hold on his neck to lace your hands together behind his head, using your thumbs to tip his chin up and expose his throat.

Ravaging his jaw and throat with long messy licks. Alternating between love bites and sucking harshly. Finally, after much whining on his part you relented as the sensation of your cunt rhythmically squeezing him as you cockwarmed him, paired with the brutality of your attention to his neck became too much for him.

You slowly resumed your movements on his cock, lightly rocking back and forth, just enough to make the tip brush against that sweet spot deep inside your wet heat. Sliding your hand down between your bodies to find your swollen and needy clit.

A moan escapes his throat as he watches you use him for your own pleasure.

"Y-Yes... Gods fucking yes," His voice cracking with need.

Both of his large hands grip your waist tightly as you tortured him with slow rhythmic thrusts—each deliberate movement driving him closer and closer to orgasm, his eyes welling up with tears of frustration as you refused to allow him to guide your hips at the pace he wanted.

“Get your fucking hands off me and put them behind you back.” You demanded, enjoying the sudden shock in his eyes.

“You don’t need your hands for this okay pretty boy?” You soothed his confusion of your un-characteristic harshness in a sweeter tone.

“Now, as long as you’re good… I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.” You kissed his forehead, nose, lips, then his chin.

“So just sit back and let me do all the work, while I bounce on your cock…” You moaned accidentally, showing how easily he could break my character if he wanted too. “and make you cum over, and over, and over.”

“I’m gonna breed myself on your big fat dick okay?” You whined as his body immediately reacted to your words with a shudder, his eyes fluttering closed momentarily.

“Wait! No no no baby no d-don’t. Just w-wait let me.” He pleaded once his love drunk brain truly registered the meaning of your words; eyes opened wide with urgency.

“No, no c’mon sweet girl let me, let me make love to you. Please? Please just let me love on you while I fill you up, yeah?” He begged.

Lost in the haze of desire, his hands had a mind of their own, refusing to obediently follow your previous instruction—placing themselves behind back to rest idly on your hips.

His head rolls back against couch cushion, eyes closing tightly as he surrendered to your wishes.

“Yaihadla? Gods yes... that sounds perfect."

“Oh does it?” You cooed down at his pitiful face. “is that what you want? You want me to fuck myself on your cock until you get me good a pregnant?”

A gravely moan escapes his throat, hands gripping tightly to keep hold on reality slipping away as you continued your merciless tease.

"Yes!" He choked out through grit teeth, "Just... just fuck me for real already."

Your words, your continued denial of giving into his needs only fueled the firestorm in his veins—a primal urge clawing at the surface of his sanity.

“Say please for me.” You taunted. “You have manners, use them.”

Din felt a blush rise in his cheeks, submission tinged with embarrassment adding extra layer of vulnerability he hated to admit that he loved.

"P-Please..." He whimpered out desperately, "Fuck me... please fuck me now."

“Good boy,” You praised him, removing your fingers from your clit to lace both hands into his sweaty hair.

Immediately you bounced harder, faster… rolling your hips with every down stroke, getting a teasing bit of friction on your neglected clit.

He whined, pulling one of your hardened nipples into his mouth and suckling greedily.

“I love it when you let me use you like you’re just a little fuck toy.” You moaned, trying to rile him up.

With that said you bit down on the Adam’s apple of his throat and clapped one hand over his mouth to muffle the sound of him crying out in pain, his cock twitching proving he loved this display of dominance as much as you did.

"Gods-“ He managed to grunt, voice muffled by your hand, "you brat!"

Spasms ripple through his abdomen as his muscles tightened. He was close, and you couldn’t have that… not just yet.

“You call that an insult?” You laughed.

“You can do better than that can’t you? Hmm? Or are you too pussy-drunk from being my goddamn dildo to think?”

You rear back to slap him across the face hard, a sickening whack echoed through the room.

“There, that better? Give you some motivation to do better?”

Stunned by sudden blow, stars dance in his vision briefly before his focus snaps back to the present moment, anger burning brightly within his eyes.

"What the-?" He growled through clenched teeth, "You want a fucking insult? I’ll give it to you then you little bitch!"

With a primal roar, his muscular arms wrap around your waist and lift you off the ground; practically dragging you until he pinned you against wall, your dangling feet barely brushing the cool wood of the living room floor.

You smiled widely, a feral excitement in your glassy eyes; finally he was angry, finally he’d be as rough as you had been begging him to be for months now. You let out a low growling moan as if a wild animal was clawing it’s way out of your throat.

Intensity escalates rapidly his lustful anger threatening to consume all in its path.

"Fuck you..." He snarled viciously, "Fuck this... fuck those stupid bounties for keeping me away from you.”

With brute strength borne from years spent fighting for survival against odds insurmountable, he thrusted deep into your cunt.

“Vaii did ner cyare riduurok slanar?” He growled, eyebrows furrowed.

His already harsh thrusts became brutal plunges; your body slamming into wall with each powerful stroke meant to possess and claim.

“Ohhhhhh.” Your flesh pimples up In goosebumps.

Each thrust of his cock driving so far into your cunt that his tip slammed against my cervix painfully. Though it was worth every teeth gritting second all for that delicious push and pull of velvety skin against your raw and need clit.

“That’s it. This is what I wanted.” You praised, eyes filling with tears.

Breaths coming in ragged gasps, sweat coating his forehead in a light sheen.

"Y-Yeah... goddamn it..." He groaned lowly, "You fucking love this don't you? You want me to fucking claim you as mine?"

Teeth clash together in a violent snap; fury and desire merge into primal symphony of skin on skin, shared breath and unbidden pleasure.

“We’ve been married for almost a year!” You snapped as he dug his fingertips into the soft flesh of your ass. “And I’ve finally pushed you over the edge. Finally got you to be rough, to be mean.”

You arched your back with a high pitched squeal, bracing yourself with your hands gripping your forearms around his neck, holding on for dear life as he ravaged you.

“Of course I fucking love it you idiot!” You panted.

Though blinded by passion, he can't help but feel a pang of guilt in his chest.

"Gods... you fucking insane?" He managed to choke out hoarsely, "This... this is what you needed? This is what you’ve been begging for?”

His eyes lock onto yours filled with love and desire combined into single focus piercing through yours with a burning intensity.

“I’m finally getting what I want, either shut up or fuck me senseless god damnit!” Your voice although demanding, had hidden notes of pleading.

You were so close to orgasm you could practically taste it.

“Gods you’re so deep,” You groaned, pushing your hips forward to suck his length in farther. “C’mon fill me up, breed me like I know you want to.”

Din couldn’t help but let out a strangled laugh through gritted teeth.

"Gods..." He breathed, wrapping his arms around you tightly to press your bodies together, "You really have no idea how fucking right you are."

His forehead drops to rest on your shoulder as his lungs squeezed out a reedy whine. With a final surge of energy, he buries himself deeply between your folds, holding you still as he pumped you full of his hot cum. Each spurt brought out a shameless whimper from his full lips, his face now tucked in the crook of your neck.

“Udesiir, atiniir.” He mumbled against your soft skin.

As you felt him cum, warm and sticky ropes of wet coating your insides you cried out loudly. Eyebrows furrowed with your mouth open in a high-pitched whine, turning into babbled words.

“That’s it, that’s just what I needed. Feels so good, shit- I love it, I love you.”

He starts up his thrusts again, this time slow and sensual with the sounds of your messy cum coated cunt. He takes his time to fuck you through your orgasm, your body shakes uncontrollably as warm wet slick gushes from your pussy and leaks down my thighs.

"Gods... you're such a brat..." He managed to speak between ragged gasps for breath.

“Don’t act like you didn’t love every second of that.” You chided him, kissing his jaw gently.

“Bet you wish you’d given in a long time ago now don’t you? Hmm?” You teased.

With a loud bellowing laugh echoing through the room he agreed with you.

"Fuck off, you know damn well how much I enjoyed it." He retorted with a slight grin sneaking onto his lips despite best efforts.

"Next time... we do it in bed." Gently, his hands tenderly reach out and help you slide down from wall still trembling with aftermath, whispering softly into your ear, nipping lightly on the lobe before returning to his usual serious demeanor.

“Don’t expect that kind of rough treatment often,” He said sternly. “Although I don’t have any complaints about it; You’re precious to me, I want to take care of you, make love to you, not ravage you like an animal all the time.”

“You can make love to me nice and slow, all gentle like you love to tomorrow.” You kissed him softly, lovingly like you normally did.

A chuckle escapes his throat, unable to suppress the wide grin creeping onto his lips again.

Mando’a to English (in order of appearance I think)

Cyare- beloved

Mesh’la- beautiful

Cyarika- darling, sweetheart

‘Mesh’la kar'taylir darasuum.’- ‘Beautiful, I will hold you in my heart forever.’

Ni'duraa- disgusting/gross

‘Yaihadla?’- ‘pregnant?’

‘Vaii did ner cyare riduurok* slanar?’- ‘Where did my sweet love go?’

*Riduurok: used only for spouses

‘Udesiir, atiniir.’- ‘Relax, just take it.’

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So, I just discovered you so if I ask for something you've seen before, uh, oops, but I have to ask you to take a look at my favorite tank from the world of Battletech, the Manticore! https://www.sarna.net/wiki/Manticore

Hey, I remember these from when I was playing MechWarrior 5!

Even a thousand years into the future, tanks are still awesome. This is proven very clearly by the mere existence of the Manticore in a world where 'mechs are stomping all over the place.

I'm not sure what it's based on but it sure is BASED.

With a surprising (for it's size) weight of only 60 tons and a top speed of 40 mph (65 km/h), she's quite a mobile platform. Power plant is a nuclear reactor, but I'm willing to give it's safety a pass because it's a futuristic fusion reactor.

These are equipped with a type of armor called "ArcShield Maxi II" as standard. I'm not too sure what that is but I do remember these being pretty resilient when I was fighting them.

This big girl is armed to the TEETH. Her primary armament is a Particle Projector Cannon, which has a fairly long range along with the added benefit of interfering with the targeting systems of anything it hits. This is backed up by a set of both long and short ranged missile racks, and topped of with a medium power laser for targets at closer ranges.

Targets are identified and tracked by a robust sensor suite that links into the FCS. However, the only analog backups I can see are a set of large windows set into the hull.

Her crew compliment is a respectable four, with what I assume is plenty of space inside.

She may lack tow hooks; but she has maintenance access panels, sensors, additional armor panels, hatches, and heat vents aplenty.

Speaking of heat she's got a total of 13 single heat sinks to keep her reactor and armaments cool.

FINAL SCORES

Credibility: 9/10 - Completely Credible

Coolness: 9/10 - Charismatic Hardware

BONUS:

Dancing Locust

[lizard-shifter-noms]

Still Subject to Change Chapter 19 (NEW)

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Hello everyone! i decided to repost arc 1 of SSTC

(the chapters were way too long and had a bunch of typos but hopefully this will make reading easier)

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

if there are still any grammatical errors i’m sorry.

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Nea stared for a few seconds, waiting for anyone to make a move.

As that didn’t happen she shrugged and turned to the other two Knights that had stayed behind.

“Get some blankets and bedding material, i don’t think they are going to move”

The knights hesitated and she snapped at them.

“I said ta get Blankets! Are ya deaf?”

She raised her helmet a little which sent the two under her order running through the door in order to fulfill her command.

Now we were alone with her.

She turned back to us and rummaged through the barely reachable pocket in her tunic under the armor and pulled out a keyring with various keys in different sizes after a few seconds.

“Gotta open tha door of course”

She walked past us right towards the over to the big wooden door that was tall enough that even i wouldn’t have to duck much.

What the fuck was that even built for?

I heard the telltale click of a lock opening after Nea fumbled a few seconds with it and then shoved the door open as much as she could with her shoulder.

The oversized wooden gate was just a bit too big for her to do that alone.

I decided that since I was apparently staying there anyway I might as well help and pushed the door the rest of the way open with my head.

One thing was still weird to me though, She was the least freaked out person about my big and fuzzy stature I had met and she freely sent away the other Guards, meaning she was alone with us now with no backup should anything go wrong.

Asking couldn’t hurt right?

“Hey, Nea right? How come you are so…chill with a big green beast right next to you?”

She looked at me with something akin to amusement in her eyes.

“Same story as ta how i got to be such a high ranking guard, i’ll tell ya when ya are all somewhere warm”

Well now I was intrigued, and I wasn’t the only one as Arthur and Robin slowly walked through the entrance after me.

The inside was spacious enough, with a hayloft and some straw strewn about.

Aside from that and a few torches here and there it was empty and rather dimly lit.

Hey, maybe Robin and Arthur could sleep on the elevated platform, might be fun for them.

Looking back I could see Nea doing her best to close the door and actually manage, a job I was sure usually needed at least two men judging by how I had to push against it.

Maybe closing it was easier than opening it, who knew.

The door closed with a clack and the cold air that had seeped in disappeared.

She turned back to us and made a shooing motion.

“Pick a spot and get Comfy, no idea how long those guys are going ta chatter each other ears off”

Her weird nonchalant demeanor was kinda funny, I had a feeling a manticore could charge in and she wouldn’t bat an eye.

And I kinda liked her accent, it was not something I had heard before.

Since it looked like I was supposed to wait here until whatever Rikaad did with those guys I might as well get comfy, I didn’t want to make an entire army angry at me after all.

In the end I just laid down on the floor with some hay so the ground was a bit more insulated. 

The wood was still warmer than blank stone though.

I wasn’t even in place for one second and Robin had already claimed a spot right next to me, shuffling into the fur of my arm and using me as a pillow.

Arthur had a bit more hesitance and slowly went over to us while not breaking his line of sight with Nea.

He ended up settling next to Robin on the floor, hand near where his sword should be.

Nea herself dragged a three legged stool from somewhere over and set it a fair bit away in front of us.

“So, i’m sure ya want answers, can’t give much of them as my knowledge is limited but i can tell other stories too if ya’d like?”

She was really trying to be friendly, but I didn’t think anyone else in the room was in a good mood.

We just stared at her in silence, until.

“When can we see Rikaad?”

Robin had piped up and immediately buried into my fur again.

Nea looked not too surprised by this question.

“I guess after they are done talking, However i don’t know for how long they decide to talk, so might be in an hour or tomorrow who knows”

Well that was not very useful, but at least we could see him at some point.

Before I could think of something to ask Arthur had stood up.

“Say, what the fuck is going on? And if Rikaad is heir to the throne why wasn’t he ever in the castle? Why was he living downtown?

And why did nobody tell him? Just WHAT THE FUCK in general!”

I had pinned my ears back at his sudden outburst, and even Nea seemed taken aback by it.

She composed herself quickly enough though.

“Well i don’t know the details, tha only ones that do are the highest ranking schmucks, but as far as i was told it was for his own protection, personally i suspect that a previous Heir was murdered but that’s just a rumor”

Finally some useful information, even if it wasn’t much.

Maybe I should just ask her to tell us what even happened one thing after the other.

“Nea? Maybe it’d be easier if you just tell the story of what even happened, like how did you know which person to look for? And where were we?”

“Oh yeah, good idea! Shoulda have done that from tha start i guess”

She made herself a bit more comfortable on the wooden stool and then turned to us again.

“About i dunno, three days ago? We got the order ta go and get some guy from the School dorms as the king had died about six hours prior.

When we got there the headmaster informed us that the man we were looking for wasn’t there, hadn’t been for some time even cuz he ran into the woods with some other student to retrieve someone else and just didn’t come back.

So tha head Guard decided ta send us out into the snow and search for him, that sucked by the way it was cold as fuck.

But yeah, after we didn’t find him in the city Norrin had us go out into the woods, at night, i really wanted ta strangle him for that.

And the rest, well ya were there, though i have to say i wasn’t informed that we were looking for tha Heir, i really wish i had known that sooner and not just last minute”

Huh, so that’s what was going on, and I guessed that it was technically my fault too.

If I hadn’t taken Robin that day they would have found all of them where they were supposed to be.

Nothing I could do about it now.

It was kind of funny though that even the people that were supposed to search for him didn’t know what was going on.

“Well, that’s all, any more questions before I go look for tha idiots that were supposed ta get blankets?”

Oh right, she sent the other two knights to get that.

She also did say she would tell the story of how she became a Guard.

To be honest she was kinda sympathetic, and she didn’t really hesitate to call her coworkers schmucks, which was funny.

Better ask before she left, she had already stood up.

“You said you’d tell the story of how you managed to become guard, And i have to say i’m curious, i didn’t think the old king allowed Women in his ranks”

She turned back to us and I could feel Robin shrink even more into my fur.

“Yeah right, I did do that. Well, I used ta be a farmhand, I lived right next to tha forest and one day a patrol was there n’ said they were looking for a Drake.

I found it, it got into my shed, and I ended up beating the thing to Death with my grampas Helmet.

I also might have kicked some of tha soldiers and I guess they were impressed? Whatever, it did land me a pretty good job at least.

Well see you later if those idiots don’t come back soon”

Before anyone could do anything she had already vanished out the door.

What a kickass lady, I wasn’t sure if I believed the Drake story though, those things were dangerous enough if you were with a group.

Taking one on alone? With nothing but a Helmet? Surely not.

I wasn’t the only one that thought so either, judging by Robin’s nervous Question.

“You think she really killed Drake? Those things are like, twice the size of a horse!”

“No idea, but she is a high ranking Guard so maybe?”

Arthur meanwhile had left his spot next to us and climbed the elevated platform in the other half of the room.

I couldn’t make out what he was doing very well but it looked like he was staring out a window.

“Arthur? What are you doing?”

He turned to face us.

“I’m trying if I can see anything, like maybe I can see Rikaad in one of the windows?”

Sure, I didn’t think it would help any, especially since the castle was on the right side of us and the platform faced forward so he wouldn’t be able to see much.

Whatever gave him peace of mind, I was far too tired to think at this point and needed sleep.

I had taken the first watch today and the last watch yesterday so I had been awake for way longer than I should have, and then we had to walk even more through the snow after the Guards found us.

My legs definitely wouldn’t cooperate for the next six hours, not that my brain would either.

I Lifted my arm and put it down on the other side of Robin before dragging both closer to me and laying my head down.

Robin was now smooshed against the side of my head and leaning against my arm, sort of forming a narrow furry space he could squeeze between and use as a source of warmth.

Those fucks still weren’t back with any Blankets after all.

Arthur had meanwhile climbed down again and it took him a few seconds to find Robin nestled against me.

“You know what sleep sounds like a good idea”

He walked over and just fell face forward into my side, not caring that he was still exposed to the cold air.

For once the tail was useful, I curled it around me so the fluffy tip of it would cover Arthur and shield him from the cool air in the oversized room.

We could worry about what would happen when we weren’t so tired anymore, and for now Rikaad was okay,

if he really was King they wouldn’t hurt him.

I laid my head down and sorta trapped Robin by doing that, but I knew he wouldn’t wake up before I did so it was fine.

I was asleep within seconds, safely curled around both Arthur and Robin.

I woke up some time later to the sound of the door creaking and opened one eye to look.

Nea had come back and she was carrying something that looked like fabric, the blankets she said she’d get.

I couldn’t have been asleep for long then.

She looked around confused for a second before her eyes settled on my side.

Arthur’s arm was sticking out from under the fluff and decently visible.

She then placed the blankets on top of the stool she had sat on earlier and left again.

Since there was no danger or even any sort of problem I felt like I could go back to sleep.

If anything wanted to hurt the two little men right beside me they would have to go through me first.

I closed my eyes again and the dreamland welcomed me back.

The next time I woke up was because someone kept shoving at the underside of my jaw.

“Donovaannnn Move, i wanna get up and you are trapping me!”

My head jolted up and Robin let out a rather adorable squeak.

“Sorry, I thought I would wake up before you, you okay?”

He was now half draped over my arm but nodded enthusiastically.

“Yes, I’m good, now let’s go look for Rikaad!”

Ah, right, so all of this wasn’t a dream then.

I slowly stood up and saw that Arthur was also awake.

“Alright, where should we look first?”

“I suggest the door”

All of us whipped our heads towards the voice at the same time.

And we weren’t mistaken, Rikaad was standing in the doorway, no idea how he had managed to pull the squeaking hinge open without us noticing though.

It wasn’t even a second and I could already see a ginger blurr zip past me,  immediately latching onto the taller human with a big smile and squeal of delight.

Arthur also walked over as fast as he could, not full on sprinting though.

I didn’t know if I should go over just yet as well, they knew each other for way longer than i did so i just stood awkwardly there staring at them.

I could see that Rikaad had been given new garments, a dark blue vest with purple trim and red undershirt as well as dusty brown pants and a pair of shoes.

There also was some sort of gold insignia on his chest and he was wearing a light blue sash.

I didn’t have to think about whether i was wanted in that awkward group hug or not as Robin winked me over and i realized that all of us did not fit into the doorway at once, I would shove them away if I tried.

Robin stopped clinging so tightly to Rikaad but still refused to let go and instead dragged him inside.

No doubt that if Rikaad had just stood there he wouldn’t have budged a millimeter, but he just went with it anyway.

I kinda didn’t know what to say, one one hand he was still the weirdly stoic Rikaad i knew and on the other he was the Heir, So what the hell was I supposed to do?

Also i ate the guy not even a few days ago.

As it turned out I didn’t have to do anything as the nagging question we all had was voiced aloud by Arthur.

“Soooo uh what the hell? Can you PLEASE explain? The best we got was some lady telling us that they walked through snow to go find you”

Rikaad nodded curtly.

“Of course, it might take a while so we best sit down somewhere”

Since there wasn’t really anything in here aside from the hay and the stool with the blankets on it I just sat down where I was.

Realizing that I was still a lot taller than everyone else I laid down on the floor again and Robin immediately jumped to use one of my crossed arms as a backrest.

Arthur just sat on the floor where he was and Rikaad did the same, crossing his legs and making a straight back.

Yeah, I could kinda see his bloodline with him sitting like this.

“So tell, what is going on?”

I was really curious, like why did they put him in a civilian household?

That didn’t make sense.

At least he was willing to explain, and that he did, luckily a lot more coherent than Nea too.

“Well, I was informed that the reason i was placed into a foster family was that every other heir was killed pretty soon after being born, rather violently too.

So there was a murderer that specifically targeted the Royal bloodline and I was sent away and declared dead to the public.

I was supposed to leave with them the moment the old king had died and take his place.

But they couldn’t find me at the dorms, you all know why, so they sent a search party to find us and bring us back to Kamerasca.

Any questions?”

That… did answer a lot of things really,

like why he was not in the castle in the first place and of course why the knights were willing to go into the forest at night.

But to be put into a foster family and not even know it?

What about his adoptive parents? It was impressive that they never told anyone but now that Rikaad knew what would they do?

Those were far too personal Questions though, so I wasn’t gonna ask.

Arthur also didn’t really look like he had questions , just horrified at the prospect of assassins in the castle, which, fair enough.

Robin however-

“So I’m the only normal one here? Whyyyy, thats dumb”

Ah yes, Problems and priorities.

Though I would not call him ‘normal’ of all things, He was a chaotic little ginger that spaced out sometimes and made nice flower crowns.

His comment however seemed to have confused Rikaad a bit.

“What do you mean by that? Arthur is pretty normal too”

He didn’t know! Oh that was going to be awkward, if Arthur even told him.

On that thought, why did Robin know of Arthur’s heritage?

He only told me as far as i knew.

Maybe he told it during the time I was unconscious?

Whatever it might have been, that wasn’t going to save him from Rikaads intense gaze that clearly wanted an answer.

Arthur had stayed tight-lipped for a few seconds before he finally came out with the truth.

“You’re not the only one with royal blood, so it’s kinda my fault that the Maringand Guards stuck us in the tower? I’m really sorry about that though, my uncle’s a dick like that”

As I had thought it was awkward as hell, At least for Arthur’s sake I decided to stay out of it.

I even put a paw in front of Robin and hugged him closer to me so he would keep his chattery mouth shut.

Rikaad took it in stride though, and he didn’t ask specifics, probably to not bother Arthur about it even more who was visibly uncomfortable.

“So I take it you can’t go to Maringand anymore?”

Arthur sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yeah pretty much, also they think i’m dead and they better keep it that way”

I had a feeling this conversation was going in an even worse direction,

at least for me.

“Why do they think that?

I thought you said you escaped through a sewer?”

Arthur was silent for a few seconds, likely realizing what he had given away just now.

“Nevermind! Say what’s the plan for now?”

He rushed out an octave to high.

Rikaad still looked at him a bit suspiciously but thankfully let it drop.

Gods i didn’t want to explain that fuckery, especially not after getting stabbed by him.

I could feel Robin trying to break free from my hold and gave him a bit more space so he wouldn’t have my paw in his face anymore.

“Yeah what do we do now? Do me and Arthur have to go back to school? What about Donovan?

Where is he gonna stay? And what about the no Fae rule your old man made? Is that still in place?”

It looked like he wanted to say even more but I nudged him in the side to make him shut up for a second.

“Breathe, you look like you’re going to fall over, we can look at all this later, yeah?”

He very predictably pouted and made puppy eyes.

It was sadly very effective, so I had to look away.

I looked at Rikaad instead, Robin had brought up a few very good questions, what about me? What was I going to do now?

I wouldn’t really mind living in this weird shed if it got a bit spruced up.

There was of course the possibility that i would have to leave, I didn’t entertain that thought for long.

“You can of course all stay at the castle, you are my friends, I’m not going to send you away!

As for the rules the old man made i will look them all over individually”

It was a relief to know that we could all stay here, even if it was weird to think that it was literally the castle.

Another thought came to mind, the closer we had gotten to Kamerasca the colder it got, did he know anything about that?

Because this was way past freaky weather.

“Did you find out why the weather is so fucked?

This extreme cold can’t be normal”

He shook his head.

“Sadly not, but i do agree with you that this is not normal, i will look into it”

That was probably a good idea, if this went on all the crops would die and the people of Kamerasca would starve.

Not a pretty fate.

“Maybe Oakley knows what to do? He knew about the Ardua thing too!”

All eyes in the room went to Robin, he, Well he wasn’t wrong but it took multiple days to get to Oakley’s place.

And Arthur was the one to point that out.

“It takes ages to get to his shack, and there’s no guarantee that he does know, or even wants to help at all, i mean Kamerasca has not been nice to the pointy eared folk”

It was kinda funny that he said pointy eared folk instead of Fae, but we didn’t actually know if Oakley WAS Fae, he might just be weird.

Also it took a Human a few days to get there, about a week at the shortest.

I wasn’t human, and my legs were way longer so i probably could make the journey in about three days minimum.

“I could go? If i go alone i’m way faster, and Oakley kinda expects me back anyway so it’d be rude to just not tell him that i live here now”

Yeah it would be an asshole move to not say anything, so just because of that i had to go there.

The others seemed a bit apprehensive about letting me go into the woods alone.

“Are you sure?”

I looked at Arthur who was the only one to voice his concern out loud and nodded at him.

“Yes, and that way i can give him back the compass too, so i’m going”

Judging by the light filtering through the dusty window I had plenty of time to prepare myself before going out.

I didn’t really need anything though, not as Ardua.

I looked to Rikaad, he was now king so he probably had to give the okay.

I Wasn’t really sure how this worked.

He nodded and stood up.

“I think that is the best we can come up with, at least for now, and the sooner we find out what is causing this the better.

We could also renovate this place a bit till you come back”

A smile sneaked its way onto my face, I didn’t dare show teeth though.

“That would be nice, well then i better go there as soon as i can right?”

Before anyone could answer there was a knock on the door and a somewhat familiar face entered, it was that Guard guy, Norrin.

“I deeply apologize for disturbing you, but we arrested someone that said he knew you? He looks rather weird though”

Someone weird looking? I was admittedly the weirdest thing in Kamerasca, even before all of this, so who could that be?

“How weird are we talking about? And what’s his name?”

Even Rikaad seemed a tad confused, I doubted that he knew many weird people anyway.

“He did not say his name but instead of arms he has wings, he also got a tail-”

He did not get to finish his sentence as we had all stood up and ran past him out the door.

There was no one else we knew with that features besides Oakley, So it had to be him.

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[maliciousdragonets]

I drew a design for Inca! I love how she looks and I loved drawing all her beautiful jewelry. Here’s her lore!

Inca was a large SandWing female who was known for her violent behavior and nature towards any dragon. Scars littered along her body from those she fought and killed, and various sharp spines covered her. She had no second thoughts on killing others and would do whatever she pleased, and did whatever it took to get what she wanted. Even if that meant shedding some blood from others.

She was stolen as an egg from Pyrrhia and brought to Drogonia by a SandWing named Manticore. Her egg was brought into a hidden cave north of Drogonia in a tunnel, where she was placed alongside 4 other eggs. She was then enchanted to be an Animus by a NightWing named Blackout, who helped raise her once she hatched. And made her quite powerful with the enchantments he placed on her. She learned to use her Animus Magic from him, and was skilled enough for her age as she grew and learned more.

Inca was taught about the other continents and royalty through another NightWing, Malice, she was elderly and quite rude. She had always been obsessed with being in charge of those around her, and with the idea of becoming Queen, Inca was determined to get to Pyrrhia and do whatever it took to become Queen. She quickly made up a plan to escape, and went through with it at the age of 10, she had stolen items from the tunnel she was hidden away in and made it to Pyrrhia, where she slowly yet violently begun her plan. She gathered followers who helped her in her plans on becoming Queen, 5 years later, she did it. She used her Animus Magic to take the throne from Queen Rhinoceros, killing her husband and placing both her and her daughter Princess Mesa in an enchanted cell. They wouldn’t be set free until her reign was over.

Inca forcibly ruled the SandWing Kingdom for roughly 7 years and had no dragonets during that time. She brutally murdered any dragon who dared to disobey her or refused to think of her as Queen. Her reign ended when she was killed by another Animus, and her soul was placed inside of a bottle never to be released until someone had summoned her themselves. Once released however, she was bound to the dragon who released her, and could no longer use her magic for evil and is unable to harm anyone unless instructed too. Her enchanted necklace held all her anger and rage inside of it, creating “Inca’s Wrath”. Which was placed overtop the bottle once it was hidden away with all her treasures. Since she was killed and hidden away, no one has seen her in years, and Queen Rhinoceros and her daughter were set free, and reclaimed the throne once again.

It was rumored there was a second enchanted piece of jewelry from Inca herself, called “Sting of the Dragonbite Viper”. A metal SandWing barb that was insanely sharp and longer than a normal SandWing barb. It allowed the SandWing who wore it to have venom as powerful as a Dragonbite Viper’s, and the extended sharp tip made a great stabbing tool, and made injecting poison easier. The piece of jewelry could only be worn by SandWings, (or SandWing hybrids with a tail barb), and gently wrapped around the end of the tail like armor. It was said to be fireproof aswell, even to the hottest of flames, and unable to be broken. It is unclear if this is true or not, since no one knows about treasures and where they are currently kept.

Those who choose to summon Inca are able to “free” her soul. She will loose her Animus Magic all together if freed, she will be reborn again into a normal SandWing, but will still have her memories intact. Her enchanted necklace will stay how it was before, unless it is worn by someone else. (AHEM, Urchin)

(She got fucking genie’d lol, but I did enjoy writing her lore c:)

Inca Fun Facts that make her a little less violent, yes she’s evil but idc rn i’ll let her be happy.

-Inca really enjoyed pottery and its design, and had many beautiful pieces of pottery around the palace which she painted herself. And they all had some sort of desert flower inside of it. She took care of the flowers herself.

-She loved wearing jewelry, her favorite being golden types of jewelry. And even owned a long wine-red cape, which she absolutely adored and always had it kept nice and beautiful just like her jewelry.

-She is a lesbian, and had a secret relationship with a female RainWing named Elegance. Inca always gave her the most beautiful flower she could find within her palace as gifts, and Elegance returned the favors by bringing her various fruits from the RainWing Kingdom. (SEE SHE CAN BE LOVING)

-She wrote many scrolls during her time as Queen, it is unknown where they are now. But she used them as little journals or sketched out animals see sees within the territory.

-Due to her love for pottery, she often made small sculptures or either herself or Elegance, which she gifted to her aswell, and occasionally painted them to look like Elegance.

-Inca had a love for music, but she rarely played anything, she did often hum to herself while walking around the palace.

-While being trapped inside the bottle, she always thought about Elegance and how upset she must be with her or how worried she is.

-Her favorite animal is a snake, specifically Anaconda’s, since they reminded her of Elegance and how her scale pattern looked. And how powerful they looked in her eyes. She’s always wanted one as a pet.

-She absolutely hates NightWings because of Blackout, but liked Malice, since she taught her, and favored DreamWalker, since she was raised with him.

-Because of the alliance of Queen Rhinoceros and Queen Supernova, she got the chance to meet her and was very confused. She also met a tribrid for the first time and nearly shit herself since she didn’t expect how large they’d be. (It was Black Widow and her canon height is 57ft) But she also wanted nothing to do with her, since she was Queen, and not Rhinoceros.

-Inca has snuck Elegance into the palace several times. She’d probably kill you if you even ask about it but it’s more than she’d ever admit, not that she would.

(Look Ik she’s a villain and all but I needed to give her SOME happy things about her, and so that I can ignore her lore. Even tho I wrote it, which is. Violent.)

[gradientdescent-does-it-all]

Con Recap Notes #2 - Gear Review

Gloves and bracers performed excellently. This set has the gloves on OVER the bracers, giving it an A grade on the “how hard is it to pee in costume” criteria. No damage to the gloves after a full day of wear; the only thing I can see eventually wearing out is the pyramid studs. Couple spikes managed to unscrew themselves off the bracers, but that’s why I have a pack of 200 spares back in the workshop.

100% linen continues to be a reliable choice for undergarments. No damage to the vest after a day of use. Just as importantly, it was super comfortable at all times. The Ursine breastplate does tend to leave me just a bit stiff after having it on all day, since it’s so inflexible. Manticore here is just like wearing everyday clothes.

The pants: they fit! My self-conscious worries about the size of my butt outpacing my sewing speed were unfounded. Honorable mention to the boots, the only costume component that I didn’t make for myself. It is totally worth spending money on high quality shoes; they’re the difference between “mildly achy feet” and “my knees hurt so much I can’t get off the sofa” the next day.

Overall verdict: the Manticore armor’s debut was a success!

[horizoncollective]

Been having issues with a Horus cell that keeps hitting our cell while we're trying to set up for jailbreaking a Deimosian slave transport, any advice on how to get these assholes off our tails? (Might be some cult of RA? We're really unsure here but we know they got manticores and quick-grow clone vats somewhere and not sure how much more castigation we can take here)

At a certain point it's not worth it to fight, just invest in armor/defense and speed and get ready to bail. Portable barriers, jump jets to stay out of their way, etc. Boost boost boost, baby.

[mortuarywriting]

God one of these days I'm gonna finish writing anything for the sandbox I've been setting up! But I haven't so let's talk monsters

Price I'd love to see as a manticore or some kinda chimera. Something big, intimidating, incredibly poisonous. Keeps everything about it close to his chest, prefers to keep it a bit of a last resort because it generally means either stealth is out the window or they're not taking prisoners. Absolutely would snuggle with a partner in the monstrous form but that is a murder machine of a man. Hell of a purr he's got, though, feel that in your bones no matter which form he's in. Would ramble more but I need to pin down what he is before I can.

Simon is in that fun Limbo of you can play around and try to put labels on him any day of the week. None fit right. He's got so many facets and none of the labels are a 1:1. Makes it a lot easier on his end to make risky moves as nobody can figure out what the hell will actually kill him for realsies. He is smoke he is shadow he can and will just take a 15 minute break when he knows he can get away with it to go shadow walk his broody ass to wherever you are. Just to gently harass and check in on you if he knows your free time windows are lining up. Tries to keep the visits light, just some touchstones to make sure to everything in his being that you're still safe, you're still alright. He'll also fuck off to get you Somewhere Safe Right Now Immediately if he has a Bad Feeling at the drop of a hat. Price knows he can't stop Simon from doing this if he tried, but if it's for a Bad Feeling Price is usually getting the lads together asap when Ghost pops back in not three minutes later. He always explains when he's back in one piece why he yoinked you from the Grocery Store to an Undisclosed Location for an Indeterminate Period of Time but you're safe and that's the goal.

Gaz on paper is a seer. In actuality he's a few things playing well together that it's easier and nicer to put seer on paperwork 'cause he sees and can do a hell of a lot more than whatever paperwork implies. Like yes, he can do limited spellwork but what he sees? Fae, ghosts, connections between people, brief glimpses into the history of whatever he's focusing on in a pinch, probably the lotto if he tried really hard (again that is. He hasn't tried since he was a lot younger- it didn't go well to say the least). He likes looking at the connections he's formed with you when he has some down time, cords that always point him in the direction of you. He will use these to make sure the relationship is in healthier spots, he knows if things start unraveling. It can and will get irksome because he very much wants to help fix what's wrong even if you're not ready to talk about it yet, but he will respect boundaries once set. Doesn't mean he won't keep prodding the line now and again to try to get you to talk about it but he's usually pretty good about not being overt about it unless it's Dire.

Soap I have. Mixed feeling on. Mostly because he can be so interesting and can easily fit into many different slices of beastie! Vamp, werewolf, selkie... but for the sake of keeping it interesting and one i havent seen played with as much, for arguments sake let's say he's a very interesting kelpie. Like obviously man has so thoroughly detached himself from a specific body of water, but I feel like their main base statistically would have some kinda pond he usually is happy to just call dibs on. He sometimes shares but largely people just use a pool instead. Man definitely leans into the carnivore and likes his food a bit more on the raw side if possible. No he does not spook but he does have one hell of a kick. He will bite if he needs to and you really don't want him to need to. Views his horse form as just another tool but largely avoids it for work reasons- namely lack of thumbs or body armor. He will get twitchy around bridles, but otherwise so long as you're his squad or his partner he's fine with giving people a lift in a pinch! Promises he won't drag you into the water to drown you! He will drag you into the water though. That is very much a thing that will happen. He likes it when you spend time with him like this. He likes getting you nice and wet and especially when you ride him :))

[inexplicifics]

Can we get some more info about each school? What's the thing you like the most about each school?

I'm going to assume this is AW AU related!

Let me see.

Bears - I think their mutagens tend to make them both Large and Quiet. They might find the world a little more overstimulating than the other Schools do. The older ones are still a little dubious about this whole Warlord thing, though they like the better food and treatment just fine; the younger ones, raised in Kaer Morhen, find the companionship of their cousin-Schools to be rather pleasant. I think it would be nice to sit with them and work on a puzzle in companionable quiet.

Cats - Their mutagens make them a little more unpredictable, and the mutagen recipes were varied so often that any given pre-Warlord Cat probably has a different blend than any other. The ones post-Triss taking over the Trials have a more consistent set of mutagens. They're extremely tactile when allowed to be, and definitely do the "cram self into unlikely space because they can" thing that actual cats do. I like their willingness to admit to and express their emotions.

Cranes - I'm not sure if it's the mutagens or self-selection or training, but Cranes really like tinkering with old things and inventing new ones. I think they're also all very good at knots, because they were sailors pre-Warlord (and will be again, now that the Wolflands have enough coastline to have a navy). They climb about as well as Cats do. I like their enthusiasm for new things.

Griffins - They take the protection of humans very, very seriously, hence their willingness pre-Warlord to hunt dragons and other intelligent nonhumans. I think they're more inclined to metal armor than most of the other Schools, too. (It looks more knightly.) I think they're also prone to philosophical discussions which bore or annoy their cousin-Schools. I think they'd be fun to discuss literature with.

Manticores - They're from a long way away and a very different culture; they don't approve of the Griffin willingness to hunt dragons at all. They tend to like spicy food as well as inadvisably poisonous alcohol. They think Kaer Morhen is much too cold and probably spend a lot of time in the hot springs during the winter months. They have a little more of a family vibe just because Merten and Leocadie have been together forever and fill vaguely parental roles. I like their creativity, even if I wouldn't want to drink anything they make.

Vipers - They're almost as solitary in habit as the Bears, but they do tend to form small groups that stick together - Letho, Serrit, and Auckes, for instance. They can't quite decide whether they find the various rumors about Vipers to be hilarious or rather annoying - it varies by Viper and by day. All of them know a great deal about the Wild Hunt and would greatly enjoy getting to stab some Aen Elle, thanks to Ivar's obsession. I like their ruthlessness and the hearts they try so valiantly to conceal.

Wolves - We already know a lot about them. They're the most sociable of all the Schools, in that they like being in groups. They do in fact all know how to howl, because every group of trainees decides it would be incredibly funny to learn. I like their willingness to accept that things need to change, even if the things are their own long-standing errors.

[ask-de-writer]

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WIND MEETS THE ROM

Part 1 of 27

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De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

Cover art by @wind-the-mama-cat

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© 2023 by Glen Ten-Eyck

Writing begun 06/01/18

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Mama Dragon sat next Wind. Next to the Dragon stood a bowl of warm water, mixed with various healing herbs.

Mama Dragon dipped a soft rag into the water, and then gently wiped the four bloody, oozing gashes on Wind’s stomach.

The six inch long, jagged, gashes that were caused by…

“A manticore,” Penny said, as she stood opposite Mama Dragon. “This darned Cat, in her… journey to capture the 400 evil souls…” The tall mare sniffled, “Decided to fight a large manticore.”

Mama kept cleaning Wind’s wounds. Before cleaning her wounds, Mama had used a ‘sleeping powder’ to render the catter unconscious. She didn’t want her daughter moving around while trying to treat her.

“Oh, Wind…” she shook her head slowly. “And where did you find her?”

Penny crossed her arms. “She popped into my dimension, just outside my house. I don’t know why she came to me. So, using her map, I brought her here.” She stared at Wind’s wounds. “I know how to stitch small stab wounds, and bullet holes… but these… are beyond my skill.”

Mama set the cloth down in the bowl and then picked up her medical kit. She took out stitching thread and a needle.

“You know why she came to you, Penelope,” Mama said, as she used her flame breath to sterilize the needle. “Why you both don’t admit it, is beyond me.”

Penny scowled at Mama Dragon. “Because I don’t.”

Mama Dragon began to stitch the gashes shut. “If you don’t, then why did you go to her when she was possessed?” She glanced at Penny. “Even I couldn’t locate her. But you did. You found her, and you helped free her.”

“I found her because Evil let me find her,” Penny huffed. “She called to me, challenging me to fight, offering Wind as a prize. That doesn’t mean that I-”

Wind grumbled, but remained asleep.

Penny shook her head. “Look. I brought Wind home. She’s safe. I’m leaving.”

Mama said nothing as she moved to the second gash, making sure that she didn’t pull the first set of stitches.

Penny stomped to the door of Mama Dragon’s room. She stopped, and turned her head to look over her shoulder. “What?”

“I didn’t say anything, Penelope,” Mama Dragon said.

Penny’s shoulders slumped. She hadn’t realized that she was so tense. “I’m… I need some time to think. I’ll come back.” With that, she tapped her pendant and returned to her version of Equestria.

Mama shook her head, as she kept stitching Wind’s abdominal skin closed.

Wind woke up in her bed. She sat up with a scream but then fell back to her bed as the pain from her scars shot through her.

“MAMA!”

Mama Dragon came into Wind’s room and sat on Wind’s bed. She breathed her fire onto her hands and then placed her hands on Wind’s stomach.

“You’re safe, Little Kitten,” Mama smiled warmly, “Mama’s here. You’re safe.”

Wind looked at Mama Dragon. “Are you mad at me?”

“Mad? Never.” Mama Dragon mused, “I am confused as to why you thought that you could take on a manticore by yourself, without armor.”

Wind blushed as she looked away. “I…” She paused as she looked at her left arm. Or, rather her lack of left arm.

“Where’s my arm?”

“I removed it. You never came to see me after you were freed from Evil,” Mama Dragon said. “Soulblade, and your arm, might still have Evil corrupting them. I have to purge them.”

Wind frowned. “I… I was ashamed that I was possessed.” She sighed, “How long will that take?”

Mama adjusted her glasses. “A month.”

“I have to stay in bed for a month?” Wind asked/whined.

“No. You’re healed enough. Now that you’re awake, I’m sending you to recover in Equestria.”

Wind’s eyes went wide. “To go live with Penny?”

“No. Another Equestria. A peaceful version,” Mama answered. “I know of a horse that can help you.”

“Help me?” Wind asked. “With what? And I can’t. I have to collect-”

“You will go to Equestria,” Mama said sternly, cutting her stubborn daughter off. “No arm. No sword. No weapons. No mission. You will go and relax.” She quirked her eyebrow at Wind’s folded ears. “Am I clear?”

Wind lifted her ears. “Yes, Mama…”

Mama stood up and helped Wind to stand up. “Good.” She handed Wind her bag of holding. “I’ll come get you in a month, or so.”

She then placed a gold Dragon head necklace around Wind’s neck.

“This is to remind you that you carry my love everywhere.” She tapped Wind’s map, opening a portal. “Goodbye, Little Kitten.”

Wind stepped through the portal and came out into a forest clearing. She looked around and took a deep breath. “Well… this version of Equestria certainly is nicer than the Discorded version.”

“Why thank you.” A voice said. “I certainly think so.”

Wind turned around slowly, and came face to face with a small blue horse with a horn, white mane and beard.

“By the Spirits.” Wind said, instinctively reaching for Soulblade on her back. She blushed, and dropped her hand. “Who are you?”

“I am known by many names. However, you can call me De Writer.” The blue horse answered in a kind tone.

To cover her embarrassment at reaching for her sword, even if it was not there, Wind asked, “Um, when Mama Dragon sent me here, she said that there was a horse here that could help me. Are you him?”

De Writer gave her a sideways smile as he replied, “To state the answer really precisely while being no help at all, yes and no.

“This particular Equestria is mostly populated by ponies. What do you know about Equestrian ponies?”

Wind sat facing the blue one and said, “I only know about a pretty badly discorded Equestria. There, they have four kinds of ponies. There are unicorns, like you, pegassi, that have wings and can fly, earth ponies, that don't have wings or horns and there are also a few alicorns that are bigger and have both wings and horns. I am afraid that is about it.”

De Writer sat too and nodded his head. “We have those same sorts here but, as you noticed, this Equestria is neither Discorded nor Corrupted.

“We also have real horses. Those are a lot bigger than ponies. Most of them around here are called Rom and wander the roads, going from fair to fair. I am pretty sure that those are the ones that you were sent here to meet. Very relaxed and accepting group.”

Suddenly Wind looked around her at the empty land, a perplexed expression on her face. “How did you know that I would be portaling through to this exact place?”

De Writer pointed out dryly, “And which way you would be facing, so that I could be behind you, just in case you turned out to be hostile? Two things, really. The first is simple. I check out EVERY trans-dimensional crossing to this world. Second, is equally simple. If the portaler is hostile, I deal with them as necessary. If they are not hostile and pose no danger, I greet them or not, as appropriate.

“Shall we be on our way? It will be a bit of a hike to get you to Marchhare's band.”

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