#overprotective Mare

[omarfor-orchestra]

In season two I want him to go full

With Manuel

[glossamerfaerie]

I have this headcanon that Nesta’s pegasus** DOES NOT like Cassian. Her pegasus is definitely a black stallion and super aggressive with Fae men, but absolutely adores Nesta and her friends. He’ll allow mane braiding, petting, spoiling with apples and sugar cubes, etc. He’s an absolute sweetheart with the Valkyries, Priestesses, Nyx, and the Archeron sisters.

But Cassian? No, sir. The Pegasus will not let Cassian *breathe* safely. Lots of growling and snorting whenever Cassian is within ten feet. He WILL bite if Cassian attempts to stroke his mane. Even the delicious sugar cubes won’t help Cassian; the Pegasus simply glowers disdainfully and ignores until someone else offers the treat. Cassian is very sad about this.

Nesta does not improve matters by being EXTRA affectionate toward her Pegasus whenever Cassian is around. Or by going on long flights without Cassian whenever Nesta wants alone time. Or by saying things like “you’re my favorite black-haired winged-creature to ride.” This last one is Cassian’s breaking point; he storms out of training while Gwyn, Azriel, and Emerie collapse with laughter. Cassian is especially bitter that the Pegasus has warmed up to Azriel, so he can’t even pretend that the Pegasus has a problem with Illyrians. To rub salt in the wound, Gwyn’s Pegasus *loves* Az (shadow-petting is extremely useful when Gwyn is busy).

Things do change eventually. There’s some battle or conflict (idk just imagine something bloody). And of course Cassian, the overprotective brute, sees a sneak attack from behind and lunges to protect his mate mid-air. The attacker plummets and dies in a very painful manner.

After watching Cassian’s actions, the Pegasus decides that perhaps Cassian deserves Some Rights after all. He still won’t allow prolonged petting or Cassian to sit on him (in his defense, do you want a large Illyrian brute to sit on you? Don’t answer that). But the Pegasus will allow occasional pets and sugary tweets.

Nesta has been publicly amused by this saga for a while but also secretly worried that her two males can’t get along. So the new peace is a big relief to her. She also doesn’t *want* to always fly without company. Alone time is nice, but do you know what’s nicer? Racing with Cassian to see who can reach their destination faster. Nesta loves flying with her two favorite males.

(However, Nesta still maintains that Cassian is her *second* favorite black-haired winged-creature to ride. The man’s ego is dangerous if left unchecked)

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** The Pegasus colors are inspired by this amazing artwork that lives rent-free in my brain. I’m sure that Nesta is black, Gwyn is white, and Emerie is brown/gold. Not sure about the genders of the other Pegasus — I think Gwyn has a mare but I’m unsure about Emerie.

[nymphoheretic]

Synopsis: You return injured from a mission, but you miss your dear husband's touch and he would never hurt you.

Warnings: praise, daddy kink, pet names( princess, spitfire, baby girl), breeding/creampie

Word count: 2.1k

Pairing: Kyoujuro Rengoku x Fem!reader

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You swatted away your husband's hands as he tried to tend to your wounds for the umpteenth time today since you returned from yourmission. You were assigned to kill a demon that had been plaguing a village. Before you managed to slice its neck, its claws caught you on the side of your abdomen and cheek. "Kyou, I said that I'm fine! Shinobu already dressed my wounds and gave me some medicine."

He puffed his cheeks out and crossed his arms over his chest. Kyoujuro was always  so overprotective of you even though you were a Kinoto ranked demon slayer. You knew he meant well, but you could handle a few wounds every now and then. "Are you sure?" He reached out and touched the wound maring your face. "That damn demon dared to scare your beautiful face."

You placed your hand over his and leaned into his touch, a sigh leaving your lips. You slowly moved his hand from your cheek and pressed a soft kiss to his palm. "Yes, I'm sure, honey." You nodded your head. "But..." you gave him an once over, drinking in how handsome he looked in that dark blue yukata. Kyoujuro was always so handsome when he wore casual clothing with his hair loose around his shoulders. "There is something that can make me feel better."  You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

Kyoujuro submitted to your lips for a second before gently pushing you away. "I don't want to hurt you. The wounds on your waist haven't healed completely."

You smiled at his concern and cupped his face in your hands, kissing his cheeks softly. "Kyou, you could never hurt me. Please? I need to feel you. It's been far too long." You pressed soft kisses along his jawline and neck, knowing that it was his weakness.

Kyoujuro looked down at you, his gaze soft and tender. He still looked a bit conflicted about it but finally gave in to your temptations. "Okay. You win, Love. But we take it slow. I don't want to reopen your wounds." He placed his hands gently on your hips, being very mindful of the gash that wrapped around it. Kyoujuro slowly moved in to claim your lips in a sweet, passionate kiss. 

You moaned softly as your arms came up to wrap around his neck, your fingers tangling in his soft blond hair. His tongue slid into your mouth and caressed yours in a slow seductive dance. His hands moved carefully up the side of your body to the front of your black demon slayer uniform top, quickly popping the buttons open. Kyoujuro moved slowly, carefully and almost like you were made of glass as he removed your uniform top. Your fingers curled into his hair as his tongue began to trace patterns along your flesh, his lips suckling at the skin every now and then.

“You be a good girl and let me do everything.” Kyoujuro mumrued against your skin as he used his nose to part your jacket open so that he could wrap his tongue around your nipple. He drew the pebbled flesh into his mouth and sucked causing a loud moan to leave your throat as you chanted his name. His fingers found their way up under the skirt of your uniform and he toyed with your dampening panties, rubbing two thick fingers along the wet spot. “Already this wet and I’ve barely touched you, my sweet.”

Another soft mewl left you, the pleasure starting to make your legs weak. You slumped slightly only for Kyoujuro to wrap his arms around you at your waist and knees carefully, and pick you up, all without letting go of your breast. Your fingers tightened in his hair as you held him in place against your chest. Your thighs clenched together as Kyoujuro carried you to your bedroom. 

He laid you gently down on the plush mattress as he moved his mouth to the neglected breast, his hand coming up to twist the other nipple. His other hand pulled your leg up so tht he could glide his fingers down your thigh until they reached your underwear. Kyoujuro then hooked one finger into the waistband and pulled them down your legs.

Kyoujuro released your breast in favor of pressing hot, wet kisses down your abdomen, pausing when he reached the white bandages that were wrapped around your wounds. He looked up at you with concern in those golden-vermillion eyes of his. “I’m not hurting you, am I?” His hand came up to rest on your uninjured cheek.

You grabbed his hand and pressed it to your lips. “I already said you could never hurt me, Kyou.” You reassured him, shifting your hips, feeling that ball of heat starting to burn low in your belly. “I need you, baby. Please?” you batted your eyelashes at him and poked your bottom lip out slightly. You knew what would get to him, but you were saving your secret weapon for later.

He still looked a bit conflisted about doing this while you were injured, but he relented. Kyoujuro could never tell you “no”, especially when it came to intimacy. Kyoujuro leaned down and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to your bandages before moving lower. He lifted your legs and placed them on his shoulders. 

Turning his head, his tongue slipped out and gave your calf a long lick before he nibbled on the muscle. “These beautiful legs of yours. I can’t help but to want to bite and nibble on them. Especially those plush, strong thighs of yours.” He slid his body down until he was level with your inner thighs which he quickly latched his lips on.

Another moan rumbled in your throat when his teeth sunk into your thigh, his tongue flicking over the flesh. You knew Kyoujuro always enjoyed leaving his marks on you and had no shame about the ones you left on him. You pulled at his loose hair when he nibbled his way down my thigh, his breath ghosting over your bare cunt. “Kyou...please....I need it...” You whined softly, curling your fingers deeper into his hair.

“Patience, wife, patience.” He hummed as he moved to your other leg, dragging the tip of his tongue over the flesh, his teeth grazing gently before embedding in your thigh. You felt him slowly trail his fingers along my other thigh slowly moving towards your clenching pussy. 

Your body jolted when he finally touched your aching center and a choked gasp left your throat. Kyoujuro immediately stopped and looked at you . “Are you okay?” He glanced at your bandages to make sure that your wound had not reopened. “Sorry...” he apologized, his hands grazing over your wound.

You sighed before pushing him over and climbing on top of him. “If you’re so worried about hurting me. Let me do it. I know my limits.” You cupped his cheeks in your hands and kissed his lips as you straddled his waist.

 Pulling away, you saw the hesitant look in his eyes and knew it was time to bring out your secret weapon. You leaned in close to his ear, your arms dangling around his neck as you whined out, “Please, Daddy...I need to feel my daddy’s cock so deeply inside me.” You felt his hands on your hips almost instantly. 

Kyoujuro growled as he quickly tugged at his obi and freed his cock from the confines of the fabric. “Naughty little fireball, you know what calling me that does to me.” He lifted you up by your hips, and positioned the head of his dick at your slick entrance. “You did it on purpose, didn’t you?”’

Wiggling your hips, you smirked as you slowly began to ease down on him, moaning at the feeling of being stretched to take him. “I don’t know...Ah~...what you’re...Fuck~....talking about.”  You tossed your head back as you took all of him in, feeling so full – the bulbous head of his fat cock pressed so tightly against your sweet spot. You slowly rocked your hips agains his, causing a friction that sent pleasure down your spine. “Fuck, Kyou...That feels so good.”

He sighed as he rested his hands on your hips, doing his best to not squeeze me like he normally would. “You’re so lucky I love you.”  Kyoujuro pulled you in closer as he began to thrust upward, ramming his cock into you at a slow careful pace. You wrapped your  arms around his neck, fingers curling in his hair. “Fuck...you’re so tight. Please let me know if this becomes too much, baby girl and I will stop.”

You let out another lustful sounding mewl as you buried your face into the crook of his neck. You ran your tongue up the column of his throat before licking the shell of his ear. “Kyou...” You crooned. “I am okay. Now, please, fuck me, Daddy.” You bit his earlobe, knowing that was one of his weak points. 

Another moan left you as his thrust became deeper, his grip just a bit tighter on your waist. You grimaced slightly at the pressure on your wounds, but that smoldering heat that simmered in your belly flared into a blistering ball of fire. You lifted your body, pulling his cock out until the swollen tip was left inside before sinking back down and grinding your clit against his pelvic bone.

Kyoujuro let out a groan as he slowly guided you up and down on his dick. He let go of your wounded hip to rub circles on your clit. “Baby girl...” he growled in my ear. “Your pussy feels so around my cock. Now, be a good fucking girl and cum for Daddy.” He still moved at that slow, deep, gentle space, being very careful to not hurt me as his fingers worked over your sensitive button. Your inner walls began to flutter and pulse against him as that ball of heat tigthened in your lower belly until it threatened to snap. “That’s it, Princess. Cum for me. Cum for your Daddy.”

Your head lolled back as your mouth opened in a series of incoherent cries. You bounced on his cock, moving a bit faster than the pace he had set, trying to speed the process of your orgasm. Your wounds were beginning to throb slightly, so you knew that you needed to hurry or they would reopen. “Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Kyou, just like that. I’m so fucking close.” 

You clung to your husband desperately, grinding against his fingers as they worked over your clit. His name fell from your lips as a mantra as that heat tightened, coiling around until it finally snapped. Your release hit you so strongly, flooding out of you to drip down Kyojuro’s dick and balls, pooling in his lap.

He used your oragasm to go a bit more feral, pounding up into you as he felt his own release approaching. “Fuck, Princess. I’m going to cum. It’s okay for me to cum inside you, right? You want me to breed this cute little pussy, right?” His dirty talk made your walls flutter again as he struck that sweet spot repeatedly within you. His fingers still rubbed at your clit, the slickness from your orgasm aiding him. “You want it so deep inside, don’t you, my naughty spitfire.”

“Ah~ Yes, Kyou.” you cried. “I want it. Please, Daddy. Please let me have it.” you bounced against him, the friction causing another ball of heat to tighten in your belly and it quickly threatened to snap.  You felt him give one last deep thrust before his warm seed spilled into you and that cord snapped and your second orgasm left you dizzy and drunk on pleasure as you went limp in his arms. 

Kyoujuro gave a few more gentle pumps before his own body slumped slightly, arms caging you in his warmth. “I love you, Kyou. So much.” you whispered tiredly.

“I love you, too, my beautiful wife.” He sat up and pressed the softest, sweetest and most gente kiss to your sweaty forehead. “Can we stay like this for a while longer?”

A giggle left you as you  leaned up to kiss his lips. “Of course, my handsome husband.” You felt a small ache in your wounds and knew that the bandages would need to be changed soon, but you were not about to let that ruin snuggles with your love.

 You rolled your eyes when he asked for the umpteenth time if he had hurt you. You flicked his nose. “I told you repeatedly, You could never hurt me, Kyou!”

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[wizisbored]

wip wednesday sentences for 19/2

the parent's guide to the young conduit @noisesfrombeyondtheuniverse @nonbinary-octopus

"Sometimes I just want to be blunt with her, just- It’s not your fault you were being bullied, Lydia. But I’m not sure that would help.”

“And you think learning more about ghosts will?”

“Yes. Yes I think it will,” Charles says. He’s been hesitant around decisive decisions concerning Lydia lately - he went back and forth on the school move a hundred times before he ever mentioned it to her - but he’s doing his best to be certain now.

“Then of course I’ll learn to do an exorcism with you.”

it's not me @zyrafowe-sny @somefishycat @whimsicalmeerkat @auburnlaughter @asha10100101010

He looks like he’s going to elaborate, but he doesn’t. Nimona furrows her brow.

“What?”

“I’m not sure if it would be too much.”

“Just spit it out, Boss. I can’t deal with being out of the loop right now.”

He nods. “Right, yeah, that makes sense.” He pauses again, and then continues slowly, choosing his words carefully. “Nimona, am I right in thinking the rabies symptoms are… interacting with your trauma responses?”

Nimona squints. The hand on her forehead moves up to comb through her hair. After a few moments, she pulls her other hand away from Ballister’s to join it.

“I don’t- maybe? But it’s not just- History repeats, Ballister. Things happen over and over.”

He doesn’t reply for a long moment. Probably just shocked that she used his actual name.

from the back of a blood red mare @phantom-z0ne @kallisto-k @thefandomlesbian @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin

“That puts a real hitch in the plan…”

“That’s what I thought!”

“We can’t confront her in front of them, and if I try to go out there and speak to Ambrosius I’m sure she’ll find some way to make me look worse.”

“So you need ‘em alone? I can do that, just lemme know which one you want first.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Hey, why?”

“The look on your face kid. Don’t trust it as far as I could throw you.”

“That doesn’t really mean anything, I’m sure you could throw me pretty far if-”

She’s cut off by the sound of the bell over the door, and whips her head around to look. And of course, it’s him. Standing there with his infuriatingly neat hair.

the book in the birdbath @dreamed-for-not @twyrewolf @tamsinswriting @combeferres-mothematics

Skye giggles, but doesn’t say anything in reply. For a long few moments the two of them just lay side by side in the quiet and look up at the ceiling tiles.

“...I think he really cares about you,” Skye says after a while.

“Huh?”

“Your dad. The stuff I overhear, I think he cares about you a lot. My parents are overprotective sometimes and sometimes it gets on my nerves but it’s only because they care a lot. It’s not their fault.”

Lydia continues to stare at the ceiling, thinking. Maybe it’s because of the late hour, maybe because she’s already told this kid so much, but either way when the thought comes to her she admits, “I wish he’d say it more.”

“Huh?”

“My dad. I just… I wish he’d outright say that kinda thing, the ‘I love you’ type stuff. He did start saying it more while I was in the coma, but… Y’know.”

so has the gospel @eriquin @akumteir

“Oh, um- Okay.”

It shuffles closer and they arrange themselves into a circle, Clémentine listening intently to Kingsley’s instructions; “It’s clap, right, clap, left, shoulders, elbows, rock the baby - you’ll pick it up.”

It takes them a little while to get into a rhythm, with the four of them. That just makes it a better distraction. And so too does the continued lyric debate.

“I did only ever hear the dying version,” Cole admits, “but that’s how these things happen, isn’t it? The stories change.”

[yanderes-galore]

Hello. Can I ask you a question? Can you do an Yandere Alphabet for Applejack (from MLP:FIM)?

Sure I can! Sorry for the long wait, I hope you enjoy :) As usual, you both are ponies. I decided to try and make this darker than my usual MLP stuff.

Yandere Alphabet - Applejack

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Social isolation, Controlling behavior, Violence, Blood mention, Implied murder, OOC AJ at times, Drugging, Restraints, Delusional behavior, Jealousy, Punishment mentioned (Restraints, starvation, isolation, breaking of bones), General yandere themes, "Overprotective behavior", Toxic behavior, Stalking implied, Forced relationship.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Due to being a yandere centered around family, I feel AJ would be physically and verbally affectionate with her obsession. She nuzzles you, hugs you, and always makes sure to praise you. She's very determined and honest with you, often wanting to make sure you have every need fulfilled. I'd say there's times she gets carried away and smothers you, you're just too darn cute to her.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

I usually stay as canon as I can, but for this concept I want to delve darker for fun. I imagine due to AJ's competitive nature she may threaten other ponies. Although... She doesn't typically attack anypony.

However... What if she does it when you're not looking?

Maybe AJ does get rid of other ponies, perhaps after she locks you away at the farm, She takes care of other ponies who get too close to the truth. You'll never know, though... The farm mare is an expert at doing dirty work and you may just assume all the dirt is from farm work. Without a close look... You'll never notice the blood on her hooves.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

AJ is a very caring pony towards those she loves. Once she gives you your own space at the farm, Drugging you with a tampered baked good, She promises to take good care of you as her beloved.

She would never mock you, often asking if you're hungry or need anything as she sits beside you on the bed. She always tells you she loves you and makes sure you're comfortable. Well... as comfortable as you can be with a restraint wrapped around your leg.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

She tries not to, but AJ can be disciplinary, she's stern and if you end up "misbehaving" she won't tolerate such behavior.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

AJ is very honest and open due to being the Element of Honesty. She bares her heart to you and while she doesn't like being vulnerable, there's times she will be. She loves you and wants to show that as best as she can.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

AJ seems like she would not tolerate you trying to fight her. I imagine she'd quickly put an end to it, probably with her lasso if you're so insistent on leaving her family.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No and she doesn't enjoy you trying to escape so often.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

I imagine eventually her punishments aren't going to be mild any more. If you keep running from her, she may just resort to restricting your movement. Imagine if you broke a leg... AJ will say it was due to doing farm work, but you both know the truth.

Perhaps she isn't incapable of lying if she tries hard enough.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Since this is romantic, she wants to have you as her spouse as she works on the farm. Her family would love you... she just knows it!

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

If she does, AJ does not usually show it. She usually keeps it out of your view, but if you talk to other ponies and she inserts herself into the conversation... that's a good sign she's irritated.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Determined/Persistent, Manipulative, Competitive, Controlling, Protective and Caring.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

She most likely met you as hired help on the farm or with one of the other Mane Six. Perhaps you originally just meant to offer a helping hoof and became friends with AJ.

This soon leads into a crush... she ends up following you around... and soon she doesn't want you to leave the farm.

As expected, she only seems to get worse before she's confessing and trapping you with her.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Yes, actually. Normally she's been so honest... but when she meets you, things appear to change.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Restraints, isolation, maybe even starvation.

Although, if you run away long enough, she may cripple one of your legs even if she hates it.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

None if you're compliant, she only considers taking things away if you don't listen to her... as delusional as she is.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

I'd say moderate patience when it comes to her, she has patience but she can lose it if she hits her limit.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

She's determined and may go look for you if you ran off. If you died? Well... she'd take a really long time to get over that... if at all.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

A little and maybe.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Not sure, might've been curiosity.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

She'd quickly comfort you. She's used to things similar to this, at least when it comes to crying. She's always one to comfort... even if she knows deep down this is her fault.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

SKIPPED

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

I assume reciprocating, gaining trust, then asking one of the other Mane Six for help.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Not unless she feels it "must" be done. She usually tries to avoid it the best she can.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Not a worship yandere, but you can imagine she'd go to huge lengths to get you back... even if your relationship isn't healthy and she knows it would be better to let you go at times.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Hm... I'd say maybe years? She probably wants to try "courting" you normally first.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Unintentionally.

[lilo-jacos]

Guys help I need ideas for how Mares family would be overprotective of Mare against Cal before they get to know bim better😭🙏🏼 if you have any ideas please tell

[araluenstories]

"So what's your weapon of choice, ranger?" "An overprotective chestnut mare."

[missvaseline]

Whenever you watch me: Chapter 5 (Griffith x Reader) 18+

When Griffith was a child, he found his very first member. They've grown together and she became the best swordsman he’s ever seen, a prodigy. But there is a difference between being a mercenary, and then being Griffith’s.

Rain fell in sheets, a relentless drumbeat on steel and mud. The swordsman’s fingers tightened on Viola’s reins as the supply carts groaned behind her, wheels sinking deeper into the mire with every labored rotation. It was taking longer to get to the backlines of the battle and she realized she’d been benched again.

It was a faux truth he had her follow while he knew full well by the time the end of the brigade reached battlegrounds, there would only be the aftermath of scattered bodies and smoke. Griffith’s orders rang in her skull like a taunt. As if she were some green recruit trembling at their first taste of blood. The wound at her side itched beneath her armor, an overzealous echo of his overprotectiveness. Griffith had told her to remain quiet about the prospect of Zodd waiting for them across enemy lines. At first, she believed it was because speculation brewed fear in the face of combat- a consequence that would be ultimately profligate. Though now, it appeared there was something more to conjecture than what was originally surmised.

Ahead, the distant clash of steel climaxed into a roar. They’re already engaged.

Her stomach dropped. Through the downpour, she could just make out the jagged silhouette of the fortress, a fang of black stone jutting from the mountainside. Lightning split the sky, illuminating figures swarming the battlements. Far too many for a routine skirmish.

“Move!” she barked at the cart drivers, heels digging into Viola’s flanks. The grey mare surged forward, leaving the sluggish convoy behind. Let Griffith rage later. Let him chain her to his tent. She’d carve her apology into the ribs of her enemies if it meant proving she wasn’t some fragile thing to be coddled.

Being under his orders, being under his watch, under his becking, under his call. Following that captain into what could’ve been her death felt like a gasp of fresh air because it was for her. It was for no one else, not for Griffith or the band. It wasn’t for some distant responsibility that felt that she should be doing it instead of wanting to. Battle grounds were already littered with the dead. The signs of life left were the band huddling at a choke point to a vault.

The captains were already missing as the band pushed themselves into the dungeon, their armor scraping at the jagged edges of the entrance trying to fit themselves in all at once. The roar that followed rattled their iron and will as they falter. The swordsman ignored heed.

Stench hit her first- coppery and thick, cut through with the acrid tang of charred flesh. The battlefield was a writhing mass of bodies, Hawks and enemy soldiers locked in a death dance. But at the center…

Gods.

A giant cleaved through the fray. Nine feet tall, maybe more, muscles coiled like serpents beneath scarred flesh. Not a man. Some horned thing. His eyes glowed hellfire-red through the storm, locked on a flash of silver hair.

Griffith.

Her blood turned to ice. The Falcon danced around Zodd’s strikes, his own blade a silver blur. Elegant. Precise. Each parry sent shockwaves up his arms, his boots skid stone. Guts was there, the Dragon Slayer hacking through the monster’s flank, but Zodd barely flinched. A backhand sent Guts sprawling, his armor screeching against the ground. Griffith skipped to Guts in a few strides, slinging a bloodied arm over his shoulder. A sudden swipe of Zodd's tail against Griffith's diaphram whipped him to a pillar that splintered under the impact.

The maiden’s sword left its sheath with a snarl. She drove herself into chaos ignoring the frustrated calls of the band, her pulse a war drum in her ears. Let the others gawk. Let them freeze. She’d seen demons before- in the ashes of her village, in the hollows of men’s eyes when they realized their throats were already slit.

The maiden ran towards Zodd, her sword swiping for the tendons in his hoof. Warm blood scattered itself over cold stone and he stumbled back, swiping at the dueler before she dodged from the lunge and darted again for him. Relentlessly, her sword went cuffing through the heavy fur coat and flesh of the beast before his hand wrapped around the blade and flung it into the nethers of darkness. Sharp pain rattled her wrists as it snagged from the grip on the handle making her teeth grit. Claws wrapped around her damaged waist and threw her, sending her sword clattering. Like a feline, she flipped onto her feet, soles skidding on cracked ground. Biting on her side, be damned.

She was some butterfly with a sword, her body skidding on the ground to miss claws swiping at a pillar, the roof breaking above with a layer of dust and debris. Griffith’s teeth bared as he glared at her through silver tresses messily splayed over his face.

“Looks like you’re a big, slow bastard, aren’t you?” She teased, flagging for Zodd’s attention with the use of her words. Cobblestone lifted into brittle crumbs as a hoof slammed into the ground, tripping her while she was beelining for her sword. She quickly slipped back onto her feet before a shadow drowned her.

“And you are a pathetic flea with teeth.” He sneered, breaths audibly sprouting from his snout.

The sword maiden smirked, feeling cozy with jeopardy before Griffith wrenched her by her armor with such strength, she yelped when she landed beside him. He silently held onto her; his eyes wide in some catatonic stare. Face wild with irritation while he held his abdomen that hid a broken rib. Though she didn’t care how livid he was. She kept her knuckles tight around her hilt, pinning a vision on Zodd’s taurus figure with a side glance. She kept herself as a shield in front of Griffith. Ready for what was to come. Staring death in the face only for that very monster to freeze in its resolve.

“You…” The apostle’s voice trembled. His eyes narrow at some point behind her, where Griffith had struggled to stand. “A cub… carry the egg of the king?”

Griffith’s face betrayed nothing. The Behelit’s eye stared, unblinking.

“Mark my words,” Zodd rose, his gaze lingering on the crimson orb. “Your path is drenched in blood. The sacrifices will be many…” With a roar that shook the mountains, he leapt- not at Griffith, but into the storm. Wings of sinew and shadow erupted from his back, carrying him skyward until he vanished in the rolling clouds.

Silence.

Griffith loosened his hold over the swordswoman’s wrist. Then, men stumbled back, crossing themselves, vomiting into bloodied, pebbled cobblestone. Casca stood rigid, her sword dangling from limp fingers before she quickly sprinted to Griffith only for his risen hand to stop her. Even Guts looked shaken, his knuckles white around the Dragon Slayer’s hilt.

Only Griffith remained untouched by the panic, some faint wash of irritation instead. His thumb stroked the Behelit once, thoughtful, before tucking it back beneath his armor. When his eyes found the swordswoman’s, they were winter lakes- beautiful, impenetrable, and fathoms deep.

“What was that?” The swordswoman breathed.

He ignored her question, pulling her by her gauntlet but grimaced at the pain shooting over his rib and leg. The bite to his words died down in favor of trying to reel himself from the shooting at his ribs. Her balance faltered trying to steady his weight.

“Hey,” She murmured bracing herself to take more of his weight while her arm braced behind him,”don’t go ignoring me now” The pain made him too exhausted to argue, leaning against her more in some retaliation but she scoffed at it. “You can bicker at me after you’re huddled in one of infirmary tents, hm?” A smile at him and he reluctantly looked at her before sighing. She took him to the very supply carts she guarded for him. Ironic really.

The cart’s wooden slats groaned under Griffith’s weight as swordswoman heaved him onto stained burlap sacks. Rainwater pooled in the hollow of his collarbone, catching the fractured light of torches as surviving Hawks staggered past. Casca’s voice cut through the din- “Medic! The captain’s bleeding through his gambeson!” -but Griffith’s gaze remained fixed on the swordswoman. His fingers brushed the Behelit beneath his armor, its surface fever warm.

“You court death like a lover,” he said, voice stripped of its usual silk. Blood speckled his lips.

The swordsman tore a strip from her cloak, pressing it to the gash on his ribs. The fabric bloomed crimson in mirror to her own when he tended to her.

“You lecture like a nun.” Her grin faltered at a guttural voice behind her. Guts limped into view with a spare clutch from the supply carts, his face a mosaic of bruises. She turned to give a sympathetic smile seeing the dented armor over his chest.

“How are you holding up?” She asked, her fingers trembling with careful resolve not to press into broken bones.

“I’m alive.” He muttered, “You did good, better insults would’ve made it great.”

The swordswoman scoffed, pulling back. “And when exactly have I heard you make a better bark in battle? You were always a better bite.”

“I survived off bite alone, you survive off of both.” He gruffed with a tilted smile.

“and being stubborn.” Griffith added.

Ah, yes- don’t forget being stubborn.

“Stubbornness keeps blades sharp,” The swordswoman shot back at Griffith, though her hands gentled as she peeled Griffith’s gambeson from the wound. Muscle and bone glistened beneath torchlight. Three ribs fractured, the skin above purpling like rotten fruit.

Guts snorted, leaning against the cart’s splintered edge. “Sharp blades snap fastest.”

“Yet here we stand.” Her retort died as Griffith’s hand closed over hers, halting the pressure on his ribs. His touch burned… always did, even through gloves gone stiff with dried blood.

“Enough,” Griffith murmured. Not to her. To himself.

A whimpering man hoisted over mercenary shoulders was lunged onto the cart, arrows stuck out of him like a wooden target. The maiden shifted her weight giving space to the writhing man, brushing against the falcon captain without realizing. Griffith’s gasp lodged in the swordsman throat like a blade. She braced him instinctively, her free arm circling his waist. For a heartbeat, his forehead pressed to her temple, silver strands mingling with hers. The scent of him drowned the stench of death.

Then he stiffened and snapped to lean on the wooden plank on the cart.

“Casca.” Griffith’s voice cracked, “Status report.”

The lieutenant froze after yelling orders to hall more bandages from the supply cart, sharp tips of her short hair sprouted bulbs of rainwater. “Seventy dead. Twice that wounded.” She placed a crate down next to the maiden, her gaze resting over her and Griffith under a hidden expression.

“I see.” Griffith murmured to himself.

“Majority of it was from Zodd.” Guts replied, his dark gaze at a distant point over the marked battlefield.

Casca nodded, then another group of men barraged her with boxes of supplies for the injured. The sword maiden watched as she directed them to the wounded strewn over a ditch. Griffith recovered from the fleeting touch he had with the swordswoman. Shoulders squaring, chin lifting, the mask of the Falcon slotting into place. Only his fingers betrayed him, tracing the Behelit’s grooves in a rhythm too frantic for calculation.

And you court kingdoms like a penitent, she thought , kneeling at ambition’s altar.

Guts limped after Casca, following the commotion by its coattails. Alone now, but for rain casting the band’s cries in a veil of pelting. Griffith’s gaze flickered to her.

“You shouldn’t have followed.” He murmured.

“You shouldn’t have fallen.” She retorted.

Thunder growled between them. His glove brushed her bandaged side, feather-light. “Does it pain you?”

“Only when you’re-”

Near.

“-being insufferable.” She continued.

His thumb grazed the linen, tracing the wound beneath. A general’s touch assessing troop readiness. A touch remembering shared bedrolls and stolen apples when they were both young.

“Zodd’s words…” the swordswoman hesitated, watching the Behelit drink the storm’s light. “Sacrifices. What did he mean?”

Griffith’s face closed like a gate.

“Poetry for madmen.”

Liar.

But his hand lingered on her bandage, and for once, she let the lie stand. Too confused to go after it, his touch meddling with her logic. She stirred away from his touch when it drilled itself far enough to have her only thoughts be about his fingers tracing over her side.

Three days thawed by. There was a celebration for them when they headed back to Midland, the king allowed them to stay nearby after their victory. It was a noble lodge that seemed like a few paces from Windham. Casca was brooding for the last three days after the battle about Guts throwing himself out to Zodd. The swordswoman instead saw something different under the veneer of time.

The night of celebration occurred outside. Midland’s festival lanterns bobbed like drunken fireflies above the marketplace, their golden light smearing the cobblestones where ale pooled between cracks. The Band of the Hawk sprawled across merchant stalls repurposed as banquet tables, their laughter sharpened by relief. Judeau juggled stolen apples for a cluster of giggling laundresses. Pippin sat statue-still as children clambered over his shoulders to snatch ribbons strung from the gallows. Even Casca had shed her armor, her rare smile glinting as she traded war stories with knights whose gazes lingered too long.

The swordsman leaned against a splintered pillory, watching.

And Griffith stood at the heart of it all, of course.

The moonlight caught the argent threads embroidering his borrowed doublet- Midland’s colors, not the Hawk’s. Princess Charlotte’s gloved hand rested on his forearm, her laughter trilling like a songbird’s as he bent to murmur in her ear. The crutch propped under his other arm and a bruised cheek from Julius’ fist should’ve made him look diminished. Instead, it lent him the air of a wounded prince from ballads, noble even in ruin.

He met her three hours ago, the swordwoman thought, crunching a honeyed almond between her teeth. Three hours, and already she’s blushing.

“Pathetic, isn’t it?” Guts huffed beside her reeking of black powder and resentment. His own crutch bore toothmarks.

“The way they’re all fawning?” She nodded to where Rickert tripped over himself refilling Griffith’s wine. “Or the fact we’re celebrating in a graveyard?”

“The way you’re pretending not to watch.” Fireworks exploded overhead, painting Guts’ scars violet and gold. The swordswoman studied the princess instead-the way Charlotte’s pearl-stitched hood slipped to reveal brunette hair, how her doe eyes widened at Griffith’s every word. A perfect porcelain doll.

“He needs her,” The swordswoman said flatly.

“He needs a crown.” Another burst of fireworks and this time, Griffith glanced up- not at the sky, but at the swordswoman. His eyes held hers as he raised Charlotte’s hand to his lips. The almond snapped between the swordswoman’s molars.

Guts snorted, “Casca used to look at me like that when Griffith and I would train.”

“Like what?”

“Like she wanted to carve my lungs out through my ribs.” He jabbed his crutch at Charlotte. “We both got punched today. Looking at you made me realize why."

It came out like a rant from him than intended. For a heartbeat, the swordswoman let herself imagine crossing the square- spinning under paper lanterns until the world blurred. Until her problems melted under celebration.

“Why are you here, Guts? Shouldn’t you be brooding by the ale casks?”

“Waiting for him to stop playing dress-up.” As if summoned, Griffith disentangled himself from Charlotte with a courtier’s grace. The swordswoman tracked his progress- the subtle hitch in his step, the way his free hand brushed sword pommels as passing soldiers bowed.

“You could leave,” Guts said suddenly.

“What?”

“The band. The wars. All of it. You look like you want to.” His jaw worked.

She laughed, “And do what? Take up embroidery?”

“Live.”

The word hung between them, fragile as a soap bubble. Her fingers found the scar beneath her tunic-raised flesh mirroring Griffith’s wound. I need you alive, he’d said in the cart. Not I need you. Never that.

A drunk stumbled into their shadows, vomiting saffron stew. When the swordsman looked away from him, Griffith was gone.

“Aren’t I already?” She murmured as her eyes flicked around for Griffith only to give up when Guts lingered his observation too long.

“No- You act like you’re being held back.” He said bluntly and it was enough to hold her breath.

Thoughts churned while she processed his words. Why? This was the spearhead of living, wasn’t it? She’s been stifled by Griffith but that never stopped her. There were curfews she fought against, orders that she stomped on. Her frustration spiked at a raw feeling that felt too close to comfort.

“When did you become so insightful? Thought you were always some dumb brute and here you are..?” The swordswoman scoffed.

“I'm looking at something for what it is.”

“Right, like you aren’t blind?” She retorted.

“About what?” He grumbled with irritation.

“About the shit that’s in front of you.” She said. He looked at her for sometime before turning his gaze away to contemplate. After a time of silence, the swordswoman gave up the conversation- turning to walk away.

The swordswoman retreated to her inn early. The inn’s wooden stairs creaked under the swordswoman’s boots as she climbed to her room, the raucous laughter from the celebration below fading with each step. Her chamber was sparse-a narrow bed, a warped desk, a single candle flickering in a tin dish. Moonlight spilled through a cracked shutter, painting silver stripes over the floorboards. She unbuckled her sword, letting it clatter onto the bed, and slumped into the chair by the desk. The scar at her side ached, a dull throb that mirrored the restless churn in her chest.

Three hours, she thought bitterly. Three hours with that simpering princess.

It was enough to make her toil through the night unable to find any sleep. The solace of the room being a rumination pit more than anything. Her throat grew pained and dry at the thought of it. Seeing this happening more than once, and not just that- but for years.

A knock pushed her from her thoughts. She stilled. Those were too soft for Guts, too deliberate for Judeau.

“It’s open,” she answered, her voice stripped of warmth.

The door creaked open, and there he stood- Griffith, haloed by the dim corridor light. He’d discarded his Midland doublet, his linen shirt undone at the throat, sleeves pushed carelessly above lean forearms. Pearly hair, unbound. The flickering candlelight carved shadows into the bruise mottling his jawline, violets and blues blooming beneath pale skin. A crutch leaned against his side.

“You should be in bed,” she said, ignoring the twinge in her chest.

“And you should be drinking with the others.” His tone was light, but his gaze lingered on the dagger sheathed at her hip. The door clicked shut, sealing them in silence.

“Yet here we are,” she replied, matching his calm.

“Here we are.” His smile was a ghost, fleeting as the candle’s shuddering flame. He stepped forward, the crutch thudding dully against the floorboards. Each labored breath, each hitch in his stride, pricked at her resolve. Her hands tensed- foolish impulse, before she forced them still, nails biting into her palms.

“What do you want, Griffith?”

“Conversation.”

The chair scraped backward as he dragged it closer, the sound grating like a blade unsheathed. She didn’t blink, didn’t shift, though her fingers drifted to the dagger’s hilt. The candlelight pooled in the hollow of his throat, his shirt gaping to reveal collarbones angled enough to draw blood. His hair, always so meticulously tied back these days, fell loose- a cascade of mercury, unbound and unguarded.

He studied her, the silence thickening. Then, softer: “You used to braid it for me.”

A strand of silver slid through his fingers, deliberate, a provocation dressed in nostalgia. Her breath caught. Eleven years old, his small frame trembling after the ambush. Her hands, stained with dirt and ash, weaving his hair into a shaky plait as he whispered, “Don’t tell the others.”

“We’re not children anymore,” she said, ice coating the words.

“No.” His gaze held hers. “But it still comforts me.”

The festival’s distant laughter seeped through the floorboards, discordant against the tension thickening the air.

“Ask Charlotte, then.” The words tasted bitter, and an annoyed snort escaped her before she could stifle it.

Griffith’s brow arched, molten mercury in the candlelight. His smile sharpened, wolfish.  “Jealous, are you?”

Annihilation licked up her spine. She dragged her tongue across her teeth, jaw clenched tight enough to splinter bone. “No,” she lied. “I’m tired.”

“Any other night and you would be dancing with your sword, especially after a victory. After you protected me.” Jaw tremored while she held her glare. He was going to do this until she rattles in herself, desperately holding on not to claw at him.

“Sit,” she muttered, nodding to the desk chair. “Before you collapse and blame me for it.”

He obeyed, lowering himself into the seat with a grace that belied his injuries. She looked at herself stood behind him, her reflection flickering in the warped mirror propped on the desk. His hair spilled over the back of the chair like molten silver, the ends brushing her wrists as she gathered it into sections.

“You’ve gotten better at this,” he murmured as her fingers began their work. “At what? Braiding? Playing nursemaid?”

“At hiding what you want.”

Hands stilled in silver tresses while her eyes narrow, “and what is it you think I want?”

A head tilt and it was just enough for his temple to graze her forearm.

“To be seen.”

The air fell over her like a blanket. Why was he here, why was he persistent in fucking with her now? His eyes held a strange promise in his glare while his lips whispered in the ear of the princess earlier. And it salted the wound on her side.

“This is the last braid and then I’m done.” She said, ignoring his statement entirely. A hum and he tilted his head again showing the pale nape that peeked between curtained silver tresses.

The laughter that trickled in the inn like rain stopped and she became too aware of the silence.

“You know, this pleases me.”  Griffith said like velvet. “hmm… Do you like pleasing me..?” 

Fingers stiffened while her mind went over his words over again. She hung over the question. Do you like pleasing me? It wasn't an inquiry she could readily parse, not when her fingers were tangled in the silver silk of his hair, not when his warmth was beneath her palms. Pleasing Griffith… it was a concept woven into the very fabric of her being. From childhood spars to battlefield strategies, her actions had always, in some way, been towards him. But liking it?

The braid in her palm lost its tension. He subtly shifted his posture, a stillness that suggested he was waiting for her answer. The silence stretched for so long she wondered if she was doomed by it. The only solace was punctuated by the soft crackle of the candle flame and the distant, muffled music from the marketplace.

“What kind of question is that, Griffith?” Her voice a low rasp that barely disturbed the quiet. She resumed braiding, her movements now more deliberate, almost mechanical. It was easier to focus on the physical task than to unravel the knot of implications in his words.

“A simple one,” he replied in some hypnotic flavor.

“Well, don’t ask me it.” She rustled.

“Why?”

his coquettish attitude nearly sent her into a spiral. Fingers trembled in his hair as she focused on tethering the last weave.

“You know why, don’t act coy with me.” The swordswoman abruptly parted away from him by the time her hands left him. “I’m done, I suggest you go back.”

Griffith remained seated, his back to her, a statue carved from the tension in the air, the very one that was mauling her now. The finished braid lay against his spine, a silver river against pale linen. The silence stretched with unspoken things.

"Go back?" he finally questioned. "Go back to what, exactly? To the charade? To the princess with her hopeful eyes and her father's weighty expectations?"

He turned then, slowly, deliberately. The candlelight caught the sharp angles of his face, the bruised cheek, the unsettling intensity of his gaze. It was the look he wore on the battlefield, the one that could freeze a charging enemy in their tracks. Except now, it was directed at her. Pinning her like a butterfly taxidermy.

"You think I enjoy that, don't you?" he asked, the question not a question at all. "The fawning, the… performance. You think I relish playing the role of the charming knight to become prince, the savior of Midland?"

The swordswoman crossed her arms, her stance defensive. "It's what you want, isn't it? Why do it if you don’t enjoy it?” She scoffed.

"It's what I need," Griffith corrected. “A kingdom isn't won with smiles and stolen kisses. There is sacrifice- sometimes.." he paused, hairs on her arm prickling to his words, "the sacrifice is… comfort."

The blanket of strain over her became heavy and suffocating. Comfort. The very thing she'd denied him, denied herself, for years. The shared warmth of a winter tent, the whispered stories in the dark, the easy camaraderie that had tattered into this… this vigorous, unspoken battle.

"So, what?" she challenged, her voice tight. "You're sacrificing my comfort now? Is that it? Benching me, coddling me, doing this?”

Griffith rose from the chair, pulling himself onto his crutch. The movement slow like a predator uncoiling. He closed the distance between them, the warm glow flickering over his features, making him seem so exquisite that it ached her to look. He stopped just a breath away, close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating from his body, smell the lingering scent of something indefinably him. Candlelight danced in his eyes, turning them into molten pools of sapphire.

"Your comfort?"  his voice edged with something that made her skin prickle. "No, I'm sacrificing mine."

Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic rhythm that echoed the confusion swirling within her.

"What... what does that even mean?" she stammered, the defiance in her voice wavering. There was slivers of vulnerability exposed from him and it mirrored the turmoil she felt inside. It was a look she hadn't seen since they were children, huddled together against the cold and the darkness, sharing stories and dreams.

"It means, that every calculated smile, every strategic touch, every moment spent playing the courtier... it's a blade twisting in my gut."

Lips parted to say anything that would put distance between them, shaken when the tips of his fingers slip against her cheek. Stop, stop this. Her jaw snapped away from his touch and his brow furrowed as if burned. He lowered his hand granting her some reprieve.

“You’re still scared of me after the field...” It was a matter of fact that slipped from his lips, gaze casted down in a thoughtful gesture before he sighed.

There was nothing to say. Anything would be a lie. The sound of his crutch raddled against floorboards as his shoulders brushed hers.

“The band is sparring tomorrow; I look forward to you fighting even while your side aches.”

He said behind her. Instead, she focused on flames dancing on a wick while the door whined open and then clicked shut.

[frostedsketches]

Scarlet Rosebud

Scarlet Rosebud Chaos-Shy "Oh please don't say that, you are anything but a mistake, you are perfect the way you are and you have ponies who care so very deeply for you, I care, you're my friend and I'll stand by you no matter what."

Nicknames: Rosebud - by everyone. Scarlet - by family and friends. Buddy - by Screwball. Rosie - by Toasted Marshmallow S'more.

Parents: Fluttershy and Discord

Species: Pegasus-Draconequus hybrid - Dracpony

Age: 20

Voice: Dee Dee Magno-Hall

Birthday: September 14th ♍

Place of Birth: Ponyville/Ponyville General.

Place of Residence: Ponyville/Fluttershy's Cottage.

Special Talent: Nurture

Personality: Scarlet Rosebud is a kind, caring and motherly soul, who just wants to comfort ponies and help them with their problems; because of this she can come off as overprotective and a bit too mushy-gooshy at times. She at first glance is upbeat, optimistic, and playful, and can come off as a bit clueless to insults or mockery when they are directed at her, but when she does figure it out, she won't hesitate to defend herself. She can have a huge temper, powerful bark and intimidating essence when those she loves are being threatened.

She, like her mother, loves animals, and like her father, has chaotic powers. She doesn't use her magic much and when she does it's for trivial things, not causing mischief. She uses her powers for good only, known to like to do things traditionally as opposed to magically - though she is a pacifist, she has used chaos magic on bullies when she was a filly, but as she matured, she began to realize there are better ways to deal with them.

She is very understanding of emotions and takes her job as a nurturer seriously, for she just can't stand seeing any-creature or animal in distress, physically or emotionally, often acting as a personal therapist to those who confide in her, so in that way, she takes the job of both a motivational speaker and a shoulder to cry on, which all ties into her Special Talent, being a nurturing, caring person. She is amazing with kids, adults, and animals alike and makes her mother very proud.

Relationships:

Fluttershy: Scarlet Rosebud is very close to many ponies, and is especially close with her mother. Fluttershy is the one that taught her, her whole life to be kind, caring, and fair to everyone, even those who want to harm you - that last part she usually brushed off as a filly, but as she got older, she realized Fluttershy was right. She often helps her mother at the sanctuary and is usually the one in charge of calming and comforting the new arrivals.

Discord: Her relationship with Discord is uncertain at best. They were extremely close when she was a filly and he would teach her to control her unpredictable chaos magic in her young age. Rosebud enjoyed doing magic with him to no end, but as she grew older she grew into a more laid back and mature mare and her chaotic powers became more of a helping hoof to lie back on when needed; she is more pony than draconequus, so she does not feel the urge to cause randomness and does not need to cause chaos to exist.

Her and Discord bonded over magic, but now that she's older, Discord feels they are growing apart, which is not Rosie's intent, it's just that now that she is an adult, she has a responsibility to the town's ponies and the animals in the sanctuary and they have so little in common that she just hasn't gotten the chance to really spend quality time with him and find common interests, despite this, she loves him dearly and he loves her to pieces, they'll get there eventually.

Screwball: She and her half-sister Screwball share a dynamic sisterly relationship. The two will hang out, Rosebud will laugh and amuse over Screwball's crazy antics, and Screwball will encourage her to show off her magic and embrace the chaos that runs through her veins, which Rosie would rather not, but does it for her sister. They are polar opposites but close as close can be. Screwball did practically raise her, as in she took on a guardian role much like a third parent: she would babysit when both Fluttershy and Discord were away, and she helped and watched her grow up her whole life, loving her as much as if they were sisters by blood.

Cottencandy Raincloud: Her little brother is a shy one, socially awkward, self-depricating, and lacking in confidence. No pony knows how to help him despite Fluttershy and Discord's efforts and to their dismay. Rosebud is determined to make him happy, get to the roots of the problem and fix it. She's the only one he really opens up to and they are extremely close. Progress is slow, but Raincloud always seems happier and more at ease when with his big sister.

Honeycrisp: Her and Honeycrisp have a quiet yet close friendship. When they're alone together they enjoy just sitting quietly watching the clouds, taking walks, or sometimes Rose helps him with his chores on the farm. When she's with him, she sees a whole new side of him, a gentle, caring, and even kind stallion, though he tries to muddle it with his usual snark. She also sees how sensitive he really is, and she's the only one he seems to open up to. He has cried on her shoulder once or twice, but don't tell him I told you~

Toasted Marshmallow S'more: Her relationship with Toasted Marshmallow is filled with an assortment of sweet playful banter, a shared love of telling bad jokes, and supporting each other through thick and thin. Rosebud feels strange and happy around him, when given a chance he is actually a very pleasant pony to be around and he listens to her problems like she does with Crispy, him being one of the only ponies she can express her worries with without feeling like she's failing at being the emotionally stable one of the group.

They like to hang out one-on-one and with friends, when they're together she acts as a practice audience for his comedy proformance before he shares it with others, making suggestions and giving out inspiration. They are definitely the best of friends and have known each other literally since they were born - seriously, they were born on the same day in the rooms across from each other.

Strawberry Sundae: Being Toasty's brother and also born on the same day as her, Rosie is also best friends with Strawberry Sundae. She thinks him so sweet and fun to be around, finding herself continually amused by his antics and bad prank attempts, but taking him seriously when it's clear something is serious to him, even if it might not seem so to others. She has sort of taken him on as a baking apprentice, since he needs all the help he can get and she's quite good at it herself, and she believes he gets better at it every time — might be a bit too optimistic there.

Pastel Prismarine: Though she still finds Prismarine extremely difficult, they are good friends. Rosie is always trying to teach Prism to be more calm and chill out, have fun, maybe not intimidate everyone who gets on her nerves, the last part has been getting better, but her troubled friend is not one to willingly accept her more psychiotrist-y attempts at trying to help Prism out of her aggressive habits. She won't give up on the troubled pegasus though, and stays patient with her through it all.

Diamond Crest: She and Diamond Crest are good friends. Rosie goes to her to use her motivational speaking on the skittish unicorn, but it seems no matter what she does, she can't get Diamond to finally face her biggest fear: telling her mother Rarity that she wants nothing to do with the fashion business. Besides this, they like hanging out, but both find it more fun when the whole group is together.

Prince Meteorite Star: She has heard of Meteor Star, as he's her honerary cousin, but hasn't met him yet.

Extra:

When Scarlet Rosebud was born, she caused the electricity to flicker and cracked the windows in the hospital room.

Rosebud is deathly afraid of heights like her mother, but she is actually a swift flyer and doesn't mind going as high up as grabbing a cat off the roof or scouting just above the trees, anything higher however is a no-go zone.

She is a total bookworm and can spend hours at the library in the Castle of Friendship.

She actually aspired to be a teacher for awhile, but when she finally got a job as a substitute teacher at the Schoolhouse, she realized it wasn't for her. Why? Well I'll leave that open for the imagination.

Rosie also has a pet rabbit, Persephone, who is one of Angel's grand-daughters. Lovingly calling her Sephie, Rosebud absolutely adores her and would bring her with her everywhere if she wasn't so worried about her getting lost. Sephie is just as rambunctious as her grandfather and prone to running off, but at home is also lazy as hay.

She loves to sing but didn't really gain the skill of it from her parents, she sounds incredibly off-key but sings anyway just because she enjoys it.

Due to rivalling draconequus genes, she is unable to gain a cutie-mark.

[kazona0289]

ODETTE EXPLAINED

Basically, just me getting into more detail about Odette's Character, story, and details about her outfits in both versions, and a reminder: her lore isn't complete and she will change

I look forward to yapping more about ky other OCS in the cities cus I love my OCS

(Also edit here: I made a mistake and the cuffs in odettes ankles are suppose to he in the false ogron version not in the normal version so ignor that)

Normal vers: "witch of control"

Story:

Version where odette is around during the fourth season

Ogron asked odette for help in finding the last earth fairy

Odette joined the black circle and plays the role of the planner (or just the over all brains)

Odette forms a little connection with Roxy and basically acts as an adult figure to Roxy and is like Roxy's auntie figure in a way

Personality/characteristic:

Odette is a sadistic little shit to those who she personality dislikes or has a vendetta against (hinted at her side rivalry with Gantlos and her thing with bullying and messing with the specialist)

Outside of her sadistic and crazy persona she's very collected and pretty smart and cunning when she needs to be

Odette makes it obvious that she genuinely loves and cares about her brother and is very overprotective of him and his health

Design details:

She actually has hidden pockets in certain parts of her pants

Everything has a function or purpose including the tight straps which are for helping her hook anything in it for whatever purpose

She wears gloves because she handled with certain dangerouse types it materials which if handled incorrectly or in contact with skin can cause damage and Odettes sleeves are rolled up for the similar reasons

She has a held pocuh for storing all of her personal stuff and knicknacs

The cuffs around her wrist are for her control ability when she summons her strings

Her boots aren't heels due to her combat style being meow on the physical combat and she get every physical with her opponents

The cuffs are red-pinkish, her top is similar to Ogorn and the the over Al Silhouette is similar to the other wizards because it shows she is associated with ogron and/or the black circle

False ogron vers: the red witch/witch of deception

Story:

It happens during the event sof the fight season and begins after fourth season

Odette found ogorn, gantlos and anagan in the Omega demension and freed them only to find out that due to the state of the blskc circle ogorn was Comatosed

Odette after being filled in on all the vanets that accured Odette will would proceed to start planning on how to being back ogron fork his comatose and remove the black circle for good without harming her brother and in this plan she proceeds to pretend to be ogron

Personality/characteristics:

She's more cunning, deceitful and merciless

She known as "the night mare of a man's dreams" because of her infamoise history fo tormenting many gorups of people before

She somtimes feel an imposter because she's basically pretending to he her comatosed brother and doesn't feel great about it

Odettes obsession with the passed is worse now because she basically is threatened that her brother who she hadnt contacted in so long is basically could he gone forever if she does nothing about it

Odettes doesn't trust ANYONE like how no one trusts her (especially gantlos)

Odette control abilities are more potant/powerful due to her more violently and aggressiveness in combat

While yes she can come off as a sadistic mad woman who'd be willing to kill jus for fun she genuinely does still have a good heart and genuinely doesn't mind having a little fun in many battles Afton even fighting fair by nholsing back when fighting the winx and specialist

Like in the normal vers Odette is genuinely very considerate and caring to those who she genuinely cares about and mean alot to her

Design details:

Because her combat is mostly magic she wears heels but also for intimidation factor because can ausne that she probably owild stabb a man's skull with her heel if she wanted too

Odettes wears a hat to further show her "witch" title

The cape is for more kysteripuse vibes

The green in the cuffs (her magic) hints her disconnations to her brother because green is a opposite color to red and pinkish

The pouches are the same thing but because or magic is more broader and uses magic for her inventory

Odette wears gloves and covers her fulle arms because of the fact she handles much more dangerous magical materials and she's more experienced with it

The cuffs are to represent how she has more control in her own power and how frequently she is Abel to take full contoel of her victims

Her over all silhouette shows how she is disconnected or not associated with the blskc circle aka making her a over al seperate entity and this does include the color scheme and top

Some funfacts:

Odette knew that if she destorywd the black circle to bring back ogoen he would have lost all of his memories of thevhslck circle and his actions which she gatekept from anagan and gantlos because she didn't trust them and knew gantlos and anagam can double cross her (false ogorn vers)

Odette actually keeps a bunch of hair ties so she can keep her hair up when in battle so she can avoid her hair becoming a weakness in physical combat

Odette actually has a girlfriend named Eveline a dark sirenix fairy (she's a prominent character in the False Ogron version)

Darcy is odettes ex girlfriend

Odette has a rivarly with gantlos mostly because of their mutual dislike towards each other

Odette had always had a tomboyish lady

Odette "flirted" with morgana at one point

Odette has a very large venomous snake she adores very much its name is "Phonmy" and it's kept in a pocket dimension if Odette ever needs to call it over to wherever shes currently in

[personallysunny]

That sounds like a 'Nightmare starts approving of Cross so when Cross's father is mildly disappointed Mare shows him what's up' situation XD

God I can't wait for Nightmare to approve Cross- it's fun with overprotective brother but GOD I never got the cream content I wanted back then😭

[viilpstick]

Now Lorna (the Merida one):

-Her full Name is Lorna Nessa wich mean honor and From the headland

-She's half beastman but took her father's human feature while her brothers took the Bear feature of her mother.

-Her ancestors build the village where she lives so her family is very important. She's verry proud of her héritage and can't wait to run the family's business

-When she was a kid she met a Blue fairy in the forest and followed her throught the wood what was supposed to be a fun little aventure made her Lost a leg and an eye.

-Her parents started to become very overprotective of her since this accident and forbid her to go outside without any escort.The girl understood the reason behind their decision and was herself not really eager to go in the forest again but a part of her still felt trapped by it.

-So when RSA's White carriage came to her she didn't hesitate to enter despite her parent's reticence. And decided to take that as a chance to regain her adventurous spirit.She still feel uneasy at the Idea to be alone in forest and is very méfiant of little Fairies.

-Girly is a straight A student.

-Her and Neige are very close (they have that romance disgusted and hopeless romantic vibes(idk yet it I'll make them be platonic or romantic))

-Most of the students don't understand the slangs she uses

-She often lie when people Ask her about her leg and eye by telling them she fought a Bear.

-Amélia and her began to be Friend After they blew something up during alchemy class and got détention because of it.

-For Minyar it's because she Heard he was from NRC which caught her interest

OMG A MERIDA TWST

I LOVE MERIDA AAAAAAAAAA

She is so little talk about

girl is little girl boss

AND SO IS LORNA LIKE SLAY A+ (for mare existence)

really like the concept of half beastman

matches a lot the story of Merida (obv)

[king-maven-calore]

Was Maven implying to Iris that he was sexually experienced or did i read that wrong (that scene when she tries to seduce him by telling him to get rid of his Merandus cousins)?

you'll have to be more specific anon, I don't remember when that scene takes place. Sorry :/. However, I don't think he would have ever implied that, since his only approaches to sexuality are through layers of convoluted repression. His sexual/romantic desires express themselves in abrupt moments characterized by volatility and a sort of unrefined awkwardness with Mare. He was a teenager with an overprotective, possessive mother stuck inside his head 24/7, and then he was a head of state in the middle of the worst political crisis in history. I don't see when he would have found the occasion to experience fun times, really.

[nayialovecat]

Mane 6 new generation (en+pl)

I'm sick and bored, so I decided to rate the new Mane 6 out of boredom. Remember, this is my review - you have the right to disagree with it, but respect it!

First, a little reminder of how I rate the Mane 6 from the previous generation:

Twilight Sparkle - she was better without the wings (kidding), I actually like her a lot, even if she was neurotic at times. Or that's why. In character, she most resembled me, especially in trying to reconcile social maladjustment and introversion with the role of a leader. I also like her colours.

Pinkie Pie - die, pink horse and never come back... Seriously, I can count on one hand the number of episodes with this fucked up mare that I liked! But I like her absurdly Amish family. The only thing I like about her appearance is her functional hair that acts like a fifth limb.

Rarity - my favourite mare. She has all the qualities I value most in others: hard work, generosity, ambition and a rich imagination. She also shares many traits with me, including a tendency to dramatize. And I love her design.

Applejack - I like her for similar reasons as Rarity, plus she's from the countryside, values ​​family ties and has the overprotective older sister syndrome. My characteristics. She also has a big plus for freckles.

Rainbow Dash - most of the time she annoyed me as much as Pinkie Pie, especially when she showed a lack of loyalty (her own element!). I don't like poseurs and liars, but sometimes she was okay. I don't like her look - I understand why she's blue, but that mane would look nicer with some other fur colour.

Fluttershy - my second favorite filly! What I liked most was that she was true to herself. And her shipping with Discord - Nayia likes this! And her colour combination is charmingly pastel.

+ Spike - poor little pony slave. I have nothing against the character himself, but his attitude in the group always irritated me - he was something between a sidekick, a pet, and a slave and it irritated me the hell out of him. I was waiting for the moment when he would start to be respected. It wasn't happen. He has purple and green colours - a plus, although as an adult it becomes quite unattractive (in all his versions).

And now the next generation Mane 6! (yes, Mane 6 - if I spoiled this to anyone at this point, I'm sorry...)

Sunny Starscout - too Mary Sue at times. She has contradictory character traits, as if the creators didn't know whether she should be shy or brave, intelligent or stupid. Which is why, from my point of view, he has at least schizophrenia with multiple personality disorder. I don't like it or the design - somehow I don't like the combination of orange and magenta.

Hitch Trailblazer - yay, it's guy! Finally a guy among the main characters! I really like the character of Hitch in the first film, I also like his design - but from the moment he finds and hatches this stupid egg, something strange happens to him and he becomes another schizophrenic. I get that he couldn't be normal being friends with Sunny, but seriously?

Izzy Moonbow - I miss Pinkie Pie... I can't describe why I don't like Izzy so much - she looked cool, I like that she's a bit of a combination of Pinkie's chaoticism and optimism with Rarity's talent, but why does it have to be a total comic relief? Couldn't she be a little more serious? In fact, the entire unicorn race is kind of fucked up in this generation... I only tolerate the singing chick and the big guy from the tea shop. A big plus for Izzy's design - a beautiful combination of colours and wonderful mane and tail. I love.

Zipp Storm - I didn't think something like this would happen and the pony who replaced Rainbow Dash would do it, but officially... Zipp is my favourite from G5 Mane 6! She may be a bit obsessive in places, but she's lovely about it. She is a princess, but she has her own passions, she has the makings of a detective, and she practices parkour! She is what I would like to be if it weren't for my health problems (except maybe being a princess). I like the wings in her design, but the colors and hair look are a bit meh.

Pipp Petals - let me start with her appearance - since she had to look like one of the others, I would rather have her look like her sister than Izzy. I don't like her design. Or the structure of her wings. Am I the only one who thinks that Pipp would have gained a lot if, with all her character without the slightest change, she was a boy? As a girl, she's just annoying. But maybe that's me and my aversion to girl-influencers.

Misty Brightdawn - oh yes, the second successful pony! First of all - character. Maybe being raised by Opaline, but I like that she's not as crazy as the other unicorns. She is shy, but knows how to stand her ground. She's bold, but not overly so. She is well-balanced and undergoes meaningful transformations throughout the series. I also like her design, especially after recolouring her mane in the episode celebrating the stamp's release. She's just cool!

+ Sparky - I honestly miss Spike. No, seriously. The series tries to convince us that this thing is cute and is the mascot of the series - AND IT FAILS. He's an annoying little pain most of the time and is seriously hard to like. Or is it just my impression? I don't like the design of this thing either... I wouldn't mind the colour, but the shape of the head, the eyes, uh, everything... Most of the time I try not to remember it exists.

What do you think about the new Mane 6 and their mascot (well, not a slave, but give Sparky a few years...)?

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Jestem chora i nudzi mi się, więc postanowiłam sobie z tych nudów ocenić nowe Mane 6. Pamiętajcie, to moja ocena - macie prawo się z nią nie zgadzać, ale uszanujcie ją!

Na początek małe przypomnienie, jak oceniałam Mane 6 z poprzedniej generacji:

Twilight Sparkle - była lepsza bez skrzydeł (żartuję), tak naprawdę bardzo ją lubię, nawet, jeśli momentami była neurotyczna. Albo właśnie dlatego. Z charakteru najbardziej przypominała mnie, zwłaszcza próby godzenia nieprzystosowania społecznego i introwertyczności z rolą przywódcy. Lubię też jej kolorystykę.

Pinkie Pie - umrzyj różowy koniu i nigdy nie wracaj... Serio, na palcach jednej ręki mogę policzyć odcinki z tą zjebaną klacza, które mi się podobały! Za to lubię jej absurdalnie amiszowatą rodzinkę. W jej wyglądzie lubię tylko jej funkcjonalne, zachowujące się jak piąta kończyna włosy.

Rarity - moja ulubiona klacz. Ma wszystkie cechy, które najbardziej cenię w innych: pracowitość, szczodrość, ambicje i bogatą wyobraźnię. Także dzieli ze mną wiele cech, chociażby skłonność do dramatyzowania. No i uwielbiam jej design.

Applejack - lubię ją z podobnych powodów, co Rarity, poza tym jest ze wsi, ceni więzi rodzinne i ma syndrom nadopiekuńczej starszej siostry. Moje cechy. Ma też dużego plusa za piegi.

Rainbow Dash - większość czasu wkurzała mnie niemniej niż Pinkie Pie, zwłaszcza, gdy wykazywała się brakiem lojalności (jej własnego elementu!). Nie lubię pozerów i zakłamańców, ale czasami była w porządku. Nie przepadam za jej wyglądem - rozumiem, czemu jest niebieska, ale ta grzywa wyglądałaby fajniej w zestawieniu z jakimś innym kolorem.

Fluttershy - moja druga ulubiona klaczka! Najbardziej podobało mi się, że pozostawała w zgodzie z sobą. No i jej shipping z Discordem - Nayia lubi to! A połączenie jej kolorów jest uroczo pastelowe.

+ Spike - biedny, mały niewolnik kucyków. Nic nie mam do samej postaci, ale jego stosunek w grupie zawsze mnie irytował - był czymś pomiędzy sidekicka, zwierzątka, a niewolnika i to szalenie irytowało. Czekałam na moment, kiedy zacznie być szanowany. Nie doczekałam się. Ma fioletowy i zielony kolor - za to plus, chociaż jako dorosły staje się dosyć nieatrakcyjny (we wszystkich swoich wersjach).

A teraz Mane 6 nowej generacji! (tak, Mane 6 - jeśli komuś w tym momencie zaspoilerowałam, to sorry...)

Sunny Starscout - momentami za bardzo Mary Sue. Ma sprzeczne cechy charakteru, jakby twórcy nie wiedzili, czy ma być nieśmiała, czy brawurowa, inteligentna, czy głupiutka. Przez co z mojego punktu widzenia ma co najmniej schizofrenię z osobowością wieloraką. Nie przepadam ani za nią, ani za designem - jakoś nie przepadam za połączniem pomarańczy i magendy.

Hitch Trailblazer - jej, facet! Wreszcie facet wśród głównych postaci! Bardzo lubię postać Hitcha w pierwszym filmie, lubię też jego design - jednak od momentu znalezienia i wyklucia tego pierońskiego jajka robi się z nim coś dziwnego i staje się kolejnym schizofrenikiem. Rozumiem, że przyjaźniąc się z Sunny nie mógł być normalny, ale serio?

Izzy Moonbow - zatęskniłam za Pinkie Pie... Nie umiem opisać, dlaczego tak nie lubię Izzy - zapowiadała się fajnie, podoba mi się, że jest trochę połączeniem chaotyczności i optymizmu Pinkie z talentem Rarity, ale czemu musi być przy tym totalnym comic relief? Nie mogłaby być odrobinę poważniejsza? W ogóle cała rasa jednorożców jest jakaś taka zjebana w tej generacji... toleruję tylko laskę od śpiewu i wielkoluda ze sklebu herbacianego. Za to duży plus za design Izzy - piękne połączenie kolorów i wspaniałe grzywa i ogon. Kocham.

Zipp Storm - nie sądziłam, że takie coś nastąpi i kucyk, który wszedł na miejsce Rainbow Dash tego dokona, ale oficjalnie... Zipp jest moją ulubienicą z G5 Mane 6! Może miejscami jest nieco obsesyjna, ale jest w tym urocza. Jest księżniczką, ale ma swoje pasje, ma zadatki na detektywa, do tego uprawia parkour! Jest tym, czym chciałabym być, gdyby nie moje problemy zdrowotne (może poza byciem księżniczką). W jej designie podobają mi się skrzydła, ale kolorystyka i wygląd fryzury trochę meh.

Pipp Petals - zacznę wyjątkowo od wyglądu - jak już musiała być podobna do kogoś z pozostałych z wyglądu, wolałabym, żeby była podobna do swojej siostry niż do Izzy. Nie lubie jej designu. Ani budowy jej skrzydeł. W ogóle czy tylko ja uważam, że Pipp wiele by zyskała, gdyby przy całym swoim charakterze bez jego najmniejszej zmiany, była chłopcem? Jako dziewczyna jest po prostu irytująca. Ale to może ja i moja niechęć do influencerek.

Misty Brightdawn - o tak, drugi udany kucyk! Po pierwsze - charakter. Może przy wychowanie przez Opaline, ale podoba mi się, że nie jest tak zjebana jak inne jednorożce. Jest nieśmiała, ale umie postawić na swoim. Jest odważna, ale nie przesadnie. Jest dobrze wyważona i przechodzi sensowne przemiany w ramach serialu. Lubię też jej design, zwłaszcza po rekolorowaniu fryzury w odcinku z uczczeniem wyjścia znaczka. Po prostu jest fajna!

+ Sparky - szczerze tęsknię za Spike'iem. Nie, serio. Serial próbuje przekonać nas, że to coś jest urocze i jest maskotką serialu - I MU NIE WYCHODZI. Większość czasu jest irytującym, małym wrzodem i serio trudno go lubić. Czy to może tylko moje wrażenie? Nie lubię też designu tego czegoś... jeszcze kolor bym darowała, ale kształt głowy, oczy, uch, wszystko... Większość czasu staram się nie pamiętać, ze to istnieje.

A co Wy myślicie o nowym Mane 6 i ich maskotce (dobrze, że nie niewolniku, ale dajcie Sparky'emu kilka lat...)?

[honeybeewhereartthee]

PINK KKOMAS || KOHAKU OUKAWA 12

Containing Spoiler for my stories

Doll stares at the three.

Doll: hey, your spouse went and kidnap the moth fluff.

Bee:

???:...

Bee/???: WHERE? WHERE IS OMAE???

Doll: I dunno. They just went and Poof away with the baby--

Before he can even finish his words the two disappear, teleporting somewhere else.

Doll:...

Mad hatter: (◕દ◕)

Doll: why do you seems overprotective of that guy?

Mad hatter: (´ε｀ ) helping him is like helping myself too. He is me and I am him. My powers is his to use to stay conscious and don't be a mare vessel to be use by others.

Doll:... You do know, You and him are from two different universe.

Mad hatter: hmm. Well you aren't wrong. (๑¯◡¯๑)

Doll: you were the first one to response to his call of help sometime ago.

Mad hatter: hmm. ♡(ӦｖӦ｡) That's correct. I'm glad I did.

Doll: ...

Mad hatter: you should know, the place I am from... When I'm in that place. I have no control of anything I do. I will do things that something a kohaku Oukawa won't do... OOC... There's law in such place that made me act in ways quite hard to differ.. .(;;;・_・) *remembers something.

Doll: (?・・)σ??

Mad hatter: oh it's nothing. (ㆁωㆁ) in this place I'm not control as much as I was before. I have conscious and thoughts I can do in this mini world. Even through I'm kkoma of my original self. Freedom is still freedom for me.

Doll:...

Doll: cool... I guess. (• ▽ •;)

I'm pretty sure his hiding something and almost said it just now. (٥↼_↼)

[walexo-oxelaw]

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SUPERNATURAL'S

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SUPERNATURAL'S

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IN AN ANCIENT WORLD, THERE LIVED MANY CREATURES WHOM THE INHABITANTS THOUGHT OF AS OTHERWORLDLY DEITIES. Due to the vast amount of said creatures, many religions & cults sprung up across this world in worship of them, however no one religion was the same, which caused conflict to spread among the people.

 Overtime, they soon began to forget about these strange beings as their civilizations advanced, and their existence was turned to mere myth as these once revered creatures were forced into hiding to preserve themselves. 

That was until 7 descendants of these mystical creatures each embark on a journey to the Mythic World after learning of their magical bloodline, in a place just below the earth's surface, known as Center Earth, and meet up as if by fate to face the beautiful wonders and perilous dangers of the place they'd only ever heard of in myth & legend.

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A prophecy told thousands of years ago is now coming true.

❝ We're all here for a reason idiot. ❞

( Casting )

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

❝ Were you born stupid Or is it natural ❞

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AIDAN GALLAGHER AERO VON ÜBEERWALD ━ the hot vampire descendant ❝ I'd drink your blood if you didn't smell so bad. ❞

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ ☂︎ ⋆ ﾟ

DANIELLE ROSE RUSSELL LORIANA SAIZAKI ━ the lesbian shapeshifter descendant ❝ I can be anything I want, even you. ❞

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CHINA ANNE MCCLAIN BIANCA GRISELDA ━ the confused witch descendant ❝ I don't know what to do, okay?! ❞

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BENJAMIN WADSWORTH CASSIUS SANGUINE ━ the moon loving werewolf descendant ❝ God, I love you so much~ ❞

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ANDREW GARFIELD ARKOSS DRAGOMIR ━ the funny dragon descendant ❝ You know what I love most in this word? Tacos.❞

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ZENDAYA MAREE STOERMER COLEMAN VESPERA LUMINARA (VV) ━ the smart siren descendant ❝ You are the stupidest person I know. And I know a lot. ❞

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TANNER BUCHANAN MEDON GELSEMIUN ━ the sweet gorgon descendant ❝ You are my best friends from now on ❞

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( additional casting )

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❝ The prophecy has begun ❞

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AERO VON ÜBERWALD

JODI LYN O'KEEFE ALICA VON ÜBERWALD ━ the vampire mother ❝ Aero, honey, are you gay? ❞

MALINA WEISSMAN LAILA VON ÜBERWALD ━ the 'mute' vampire sister ❝ Talk? Yeah, this is what I sound like... ❞

ALYSSA JORDAN JJ VON ÜBERWALD ━ the 'nice' vampire sister ❝ Hey Aero? Where is my hotter brother? You know the one who's name starts with C? ❞

FIONA SHAW MS. FLOWERS ━ the grandmother figure ❝ You all are angels sent from above. ❞

CATE BLANCHETT MS. SALLYGROVE ━ the sweet vampire teacher ❝ Some things are better left unspoken. ❞

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LORIANA SAIZAKI

MAIN COON CAT MUFFINS ━ the travel companion ❝ MEOWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!! ❞

MICHAEL GAMBON MR. COWLS ━ the grandfather figure ❝ Would you kids like some cookies? I made way too many.❞

JULIE ANDREWS MOTHER SUPERIOR ━ the sweet mother figure ❝ You are my daughter, and you always will be. ❞

JODIE FOSTER SISTER MARY ━ the 'aggressive' sister figure ❝I SAID NO RUNNING IN THE HALLS! ❞

AMY ADAMS SISTER FLORA ━ the 'strict' sister figure ❝ BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP! ❞

JENNIFER HUDSON SISTER DALISA ━ the calm sister figure ❝ Let her be herself for a little. ❞

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BIANCA GRISELDA

VANESSA MORGAN LYLA STONE ━ the bitch of a best friend ❝Bianca you're such a bitch! ❞

MICHEAL B JORDAN JOHN GRISELDA ━ the overprotective moon witch dad ❝ Who the fuck is DJ?!❞

ROBERT RI'CHARD DJ THORP ━ the lovestruck gorgon boyfriend ❝ You are my sun; without you I wouldn't be able to live. ❞

ALAURA HARRIER AYLA MAVRICK ━ the twin of a fucker, and the bestie of a queen ❝ Get you're ugly, old, sticky ass away from my bestie bitch! ❞

EMMY RAVER-LAMPMAN DAZZY THORP ━ the overprotective gorgon sister ❝ Hurt him, and I swear I'll hurt you. ❞

JACOB LATIMORE ARLO MAVRICK ━ the idiot who broke up with a queen ❝ Bianca please take me back! Please! ❞

GABRIELLE UNION MERANDA GRISELDA ━ the kind ocean witch mother ❝ Honey, you're a witch.❞

OCTAVIA SPENCER ZUZZY GRISELDA ━ the kind ocean witch grandmother ❝ Just because I'm old doesn't mean I can't do magic. ❞

FAITHE HERMAN LILIAN MAG ━ the kind little kid ❝ Where is sissy going? ❞

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CASSIUS SANGUINE

TARJEI SANDVIK MOE ALMON DANS ━ the best friend's little brother ❝ Cassius what.... huh? ❞

LUKE MULLEN SOREN DANS ━ the best friend ❝ Cassius, you are like the brother I never had. Ow! Almon! I was joking! ❞

TYLER ALVAREZ WILLIAM DAVIDS ━ the cousin  ❝ Now you better redo what you just said before I smack your ass into the next century. ❞

MARK MCKENNA MAYSYN WEST ━ the stepbrother that knows ❝ Ha! W- What I don't- no... Okay yeah, I knew. ❞

ROBBIE KAY PETER WILLIAMS ━ the second stepbrother that knows ❝ Dang it Maysyn! I thought you could keep a secret! ❞

KEVIN QUINN XAVIER PHILLIP ━ the 1st werewolf twin ❝ You are so hopeless Cassius. ❞

PEYTON MEYER CARLOS PHILLIP ━ the 2nd werewolf twin ❝ Xavier's right Cassius, you are a hopeless unhinged werewolf... ❞

JEREMY SHADA CONNOR SANGUINE ━ the 1st older brother who knew more than said ❝ Okay well, she kind of made the first move. ❞

MILO MANHEIM ZADEN SANGUINE ━ the 2nd older brother who knew more than said ❝ Both of you are stupid, you know that? ❞

ETHAN CUTKOSKY QUENTIN SANGUINE ━ the younger brother that loves the moon as well ❝ The moon, our one true love. Right Cas? ❞

KARAN BRAR RAM MAG ━ the younger brother's best friend ❝ Though do we have to help him? Okay fine... But it was your idea! ❞

ASHER ANGEL ROBBIE JACKSON ━ the younger brother's 'just a best friend' ❝ Cassius please tell me the truth! Is Quentin gay? Because if he is please put in a good word for me! ❞

JACK DYLAN GRAZER SAMMIE JACKSON ━ the brother of the 'just a best friend' ❝ Robs go tell him that you killed their power. I can't because I'm scared of his brothers. ❞

TIMOTHEE CHALAMET ASHER PHILLIP ━ the heir to the Phillip clan ❝ Cassius Sanguine, meet my younger brothers, Xavier and Carlos, the werewolf twins. ❞

MILLIE BOBBY BROWN ELLA SANGUINE ━ the lost sister  ❝ Oh Cas, I'm sorry I left. But I had to, to protect the family name. ❞

JENNA ORTEGA IVY WILLIAMS ━ kind stepsister  ❝ Cas, I don't care if you like dick. All I asked is how many babies are their going to be. ❞

MADDIE ZIEGLER ZOEY SANGUINE ━ the young mother  ❝ Cassy bear. Never trust your father like I did. He always finds a way to hurt you in the end. ❞

ELIZABETH OLSEN MAYA WILLIAMS ━ the woman tricked into love ❝ If there's one thing me and Zoey can agree on it's that your father is a big fucking dick. ❞

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VESPERA LUMINARA (VV)

CALEB MCLAUGHLIN VICTOR LUMINARA ━ the brother who loves fries ❝ Sis, I love you, but your crazy sometimes. ❞

TOM HOLLAND TRAY SMITH ━ the lover who knows more than said ❝ VV honey, you need to relax, me and your brother got it. ❞

VICTORIA JUSTICE VIXY SMITH ━ the bestie ❝ Vespa! What took you so long?❞

ANGELINA JOLIE MARY SMITH ━ the mother who lived ❝ Vespera your mother was like a sister to me, if you need anything, and I mean anything at all my door is always open. ❞

ZOE SALDANA QUEENY LUMINARA ━ the dead mother ❝ Don't you think I know I'm dead? ❞

KEKE PALMER COCO LARY ━ the stepsister ❝ Sistas! Make over time!! ❞

COCO JONES KEKE LUMINARA-TARY ━ the auntie ❝ VV! Your aunties are here! ❞

KIERSEY NICOLE CLEMONS AMY TARY ━ the married into family auntie ❝ Keke, darling dear, please let her breath. ❞

LOVIE SIMONE OPPONG WILLOW TARY ━ the cousin who knew ❝ I knew it! ❞

WILLOW SMITH TASHA RUANS ━ the bestie who loves music ❝ Give me sirens and a cyclops, do do do-do do do bum budum dum. ❞

CHLOE BAILEY LALA LUMINARA ━ the older sister ❝ Vespera and Victor Luminara! What the fuck are you doing in here?! ❞

LETITIA WRIGHT RAYLA LUMINARA-CHILA ━ the married into family older sister ❝ Well, this isn't how I thought our anniversary night would go. ❞

RIELE DOWNS LEANA LUMINARA ━ the older sister ❝ V, Vic, you kind of walked into that one, literally. ❞

SKAI JACKSON MARY-ANA LUMINARA ━ the younger sister by one year ❝ Don't even think about it Vespera. I'm not giving you, MY cookies! ❞

MARSAI MARTIN PIPER LUMINARA ━ the smart cousin ❝ Name the square root of pie? Easy, 1.772. ❞

YARA SHAHIDI YASMINA LUMINARA ━ the 2nd auntie ❝ VV! The better aunt has arrived! ❞

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You may think of my characters however you want. I am just using these face claims, so you have an idea on how they look. And I'm using them so I can remember how I want them to look or a face close to how they look.

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❝ Being a werewolf somehow makes me horny as fuck. ❞

( Series ) ( Power of the Supernatural Bloodline ) ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── first . . . Supernatural's (Published)

second . . . Vampires Mark (Still working on)

third . . . Middle Earth (Still working on)

fourth . . . Dreamers (Still working on)

fifth . . .  Centuries Old (Still working on)

sixth . . . Back from the Dead (Still working on)

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( Spin-offs ) ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Zuzzy Griselda returns in . . . 

The Other Woman (Still working on)

Dazzy Thorp returns in . . .

My Hot Neighbor (Still working on)

Ms. Sallygrove returns in . . .

The Ancient Times Are The Better Times (Still working on)

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( Status )

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STARTED | 8/03/2024

PUBLISHED | 8/20/2024

FINSIHED |

EDITED |

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( WARNING ) ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

This story contains, harsh language, illnesses, mental health discussion, abuse,  and some smut, if you can't handle (sensitive) to these topics, then I suggest you stop reading here.

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