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readychilledwine · 7 months

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The Craft

Summary - Nesta has always told you that magic works best when you're naked, and who were you to tell Nesta that's not exactly how things work?

Warning - NSFW, foursome, f on f sexual acts, oral, fingering, brief orgasm denial, scissoring/tribbing, voyeurism

A/N - Every so often, I write something that makes me have to take a cold shower. This is one of those times. Also, please note reader's protection of Gwyn while also allowing her to explore and play. It is probably my favorite aspect of this one. I think I caught all my errors, but you know, forgive me if I didn't.

"Nesta, that's not really how that works," You sat back in your office chair, eyes on the spell idea Nesta had. "I mean, yes sex magic can be used for manifestation of goals, but it doesn't require multiple people. It can be done through just masterbation."

She rolled her eyes slightly. "Well, we'd like you to lead us through it, and we both know magic works best when naked."

You put the paper down, looking at her with a serious expression, "Ness, we've talked about this."

"Oh, come on," Nesta sighed. She moved in front of you, spinning your chair so she could kneel between your legs and squeeze your thigh. "Please. It will be so much fun. We've wanted to have you lead us through something for a while, and Gwyn will not be involved if you aren't there. It's too dangerous." Nesta used her hands to make quotations over the last two words.

"Are we actually wanting this to work?"

Nesta nodded eagerly. "We really want these Pegasi."

"I'll need to adjust some things, and we should wait until a full moon. It's better for power amplification."

Nesta smiled, hugging you tightly. "So Hallows Eve?" You nodded. "Won't that be?"

"More dangerous? Potentially. You know we could just buy them, right?"

Nesta smirked. "I want Helion to spell blinded he gifts them to us."

You had spent the next two weeks preparing everything needed for the Valkyries. Now it was the night of, and you were cleansing the space to ensure everything would be safe.

Emerie was the first to come, dressed in a silky black robe with her long dark hair down. She squealed and hugged you, bouncing slightly with her excitement. "I'm so excited you agreed to come! I miss you! I never see you anymore. That jerk keeps you locked away all the time now."

You smiled softly, holding her elbows, and you two pulled away slightly, "I miss you too, Em. I'm sorry I've been so busy, but I'm on the brink of something really important to Rhys."

Emerie rose a brow at you, "So it has nothing to do with a budding romance you could spill all the juicy details for?"

"No, Em."

She sighed heavily walking towards the table you had set up of herbs and candles. "Are we going to get Gwyn her Pegasus tonight?"

You chuckled and went back to setting up the room. "I was told the goal was getting all 3 of you one. Had I known it was mainly Gwyn, I would have just told Az and Cassian to go talk to Helion and make him an offer."

"I do not think my mate could offer Helion what he wants without my permission." Nesta moved into the room, smiling as she took in what you had done. "This is so much better than I imagined."

You could count on a single hand the amount of times Nesta had worn her sandy blonde hair down, and it always took your breath away for a second. She was in the same silky black robe, only unlike Emerie, hers was tied loosely, leaving the top to give a constant peep at the soft exposed skin of her chest.

You refocused quickly, ignoring the growing excitement of what was coming. "Where is Gwyn? Is she actually okay with this?"

Ness and Emerie nodded. "She knows you will have done with in a way that respects her values and her devotion to the Mother," Nesta said plainly.

You looked at her. "I meant the sex part, Nesta."

Emerie nodded. "She's excited to have her first experience since the attack to be with 3 fae who love her. I figured I'd take Gwyn and you and Ness could-" She paused at the look on your face. "This isn't really a we get to pick thing, is it?"

"Not really," you said softly. "We won't lose so much control that it turns into us doing things we would not do with a clear mind." You placed the final candle and began moving the flowers throughout the room. "But this is going to turn into a slightly magic induced fog. It's similar to sex pollen."

A very soft "Oh," came from the doorway. Gwyn stood in her black robe, rocking back and forth.

You walked to her, taking her hand gently in your. "You don't have to touch us, we don't have to touch you. You can partake solo." She nodded, her shoulders relaxing. "You can start solo, then join as well once you are comfortable."

Gwyn looked up at you with those crystalline blue eyes, and you tucked her red hair behind her ear. "Do it for the pegasus," she said softly.

"Do it for you," Nesta corrected. Her and Emerie joined you and Gwyn. "Y/n built in a fail safe for you.

You handed her the potion bottle, "You throw it if you get uncomfortable, it will safely cancel everything out." Her soft hands held yours and she took a deep breath.

"I'm ready."

You stepped back as you finished incantation, protecting Gwyn slightly. As the magic had started setting in, it was clear to you Nesta would be the first to jump.

And you were not wrong. You gently sat Gwyn in a chair, ignoring your urge and the growing scent of her arousal as you two watched Nesta grab Emerie by her chin and start kissing her deeply.

The two were a mess of teeth, nipping lightly at each other's lips, tongues battling for dominance as they ripped each other's robes off and their hands began exploring.

Gwyn's breathing had picked up lightly and she shifted, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.

Nesta's mouth began exploring every gorgeous tanned inch of Emerie's smooth skin, she pulled her dark hair, tilting her head back to give her access to more of Emerie's neck as she kissed and bit her way down, marking the illyrian female in the process. She took her time when she reached her breasts. Caressing each one in her hands as if they were the most precious thing she had held in her hands. She kissed each nipple before pulling the right one into her mouth.

Emerie moaned loudly, back arching into Nesta as her hands went into that soft sand blonde hair. You watched as Gwyn's breath hitched, her mouth parting slightly, and her eyes growing wide as her arousal grew. You leaned down to her ear, placing a small kiss below it and testing the waters, "Are you having fun my little nymph?" She nodded eagerly. "What would you like to do, Gwyn?"

"Touch me," she whispered breathlessly. "Please."

"Such a polite little thing," you stayed behind her. "Don't stop watching Nesta and Em." She nodded, breathing picking up again as you undid the tie on her robe. You brought the tie around the chair, and then her arms, binding her wrists behind her back. "Is this okay?"

"Yes," she almost whined. You watched Nesta from you lashes as you began kissing Gwyn's neck. She had moved down Emerie's body, now licking the flat plane of her abs and nipping at her ribs. Your hands dancing, along Gwyn's following that motion and making the redhead mewl softly.

Nesta's eyes darted over at the noise and grew darker at the sight of Gwyn with her hands behind her back and your fingers following the pathway of her mouth. "Look at our girl, Em," Ness instructed. "Look at how pretty our little Gwyn looks."

Em tilted her head, lust filled eyes locking into Gwyn's, "So pretty." Nesta hummed in approval, mouth lingering above the core of the female standing in front of her. "Ness, please."

You and Nesta held eye contact, and with a small nod, began your separate attacks. Emerie screamed when Nesta licked up her core, locking her clit in her mouth and began to suckle and eat her out as if this was her last meal.

At the same time, Gwyn cried to the Mother, your fingers pressing down on her clit, circling the bundle of nerves as you moaned at how wet she felt. She began to squirm slightly, panting heavily as you continued. You ran your fingers along her, gathering wetness before gently pushing one into her tight entrance. "Y/n! Oh gods," you smiled, tilting her head up to look at you as you began to fuck her soft walls curling that one finger up.

You knew immediately when you found it. Her mouth parted, forming a small "O" before a loud whimper and moan tore through her throat. "There it is," you added a second finger, massaging and thrusting them in and out, hitting that soft spot every time. Your thumb went to her bundle of nerves again, stroking it softly in time with your movements. "Doing such a good job, little nymph." She whimpered again at your praise. "Watch Nesta." You released her hair, second hand coming to play with her nipples and adding stimulation.

The room was mix of Em and Gwyn's moaning along with the sounds of wetness. "Please," Emerie whispered. "Nesta please!"

Lady Death smirked ferally, releasing Emerie's clit and slowing her fingers, "Please what, Em?"

The illyrian female whimpered back arched as she rolled her hips to get that friction back, riding Nesta's hand eagerly. "She needs to cum, Ness." You purred softly. "They both do." Gwyn's cunt clenched around your fingers at the sentence, a soft whine and nod coming from her. "What do you think, Ness? Should we let them? They've been such good girls."

Emerie whined at the praise this time and Nesta hummed. "No," she said. "Not yet." She pulled away from Emerie, and you kissed Gwyn's cheek softly before pulling away. "Where's the bottle, Gwyn?" You whispered softly to her alone.

"Robe pocket."

"Are you okay?" She nodded. "Do you want more?" She nodded eagerly again.

Nesta had gently brought Emerie to her knees, hand holding her hair as she walked her over to Gwyn and set her between her legs. You moved back behind Gwyn, holding her thighs open for Emerie and smiling at her. "I love when my pets play nicely," you watched as Nesta guided Emerie to Gwyn's soaked and waiting cunt before taking a spot behind her and fingering her again.

Gwyn's head fell back, her back arching as the sound of Emerie sucking on her cunt filled the room. "Uh-uh," you grabbed her hair gently, tilting her head back down, "be polite and maintain eye contact."

Gwyn couldn't help herself as she began to ride Emerie's face, slightly drooling as she lost herself in the new sensation and stimulation. Emerie reached behind her, grabbing the plush skin of Gwyn's ass and moaning as she began to control her hips movements.

You could have cum from the sight of this alone. Nesta holding Em in place, Gwyn with a red flush covering her chest as you pinched and played with her nipples and Emerie ate her out. "She's going to cum," you said softly. "Are you going to cum little angel? Soak Emerie's pretty face?" Gwyn nodded and moaned out Emerie's name. "Cum for us, baby."

Gwyn screamed, back arching off the chair and her legs locking behind Emerie to lock her in as she rode out her high. The faint sound of wetness increased and Emerie groaned loudly, diving in with even more energy as she lapped and drank everything Gwyn gave her.

You released her breasts, whispering and praising her through her high until her moans became soft whimpers and she released Emerie. Nesta pulled her back, gasping as she released Emerie was now soaked in Gwyn's essence and release. "Do you want to keep going," you kissed Gwyn's ear. "Or do you just want to watch?"

"More." You untied her hands, watching as Nesta lowered Em to the ground, licking her clean of the mess Gwyn had made.

"Help clean her," you commanded. "Such a messy girl." Gwyn crawled to her, licking up the juices she left on Emerie. You grabbed Nesta by her hair, making her moan loudly, and dragged her to Emerie's face. "Turn towards Gwyn and straddle our pretty bat." Nesta obeyed, placing her dripping core above Emerie's open mouth and waiting. "Little nymph, surely you learned what you need to give our girl?" She nodded, moving down so her face was at Emerie's core. Her blue eyes met your hazel ones, begging for approval, and you nodded at her, pushing Nesta down on Emerie at the same time. You sat in the chair, leaned forward with your elbows on your knees as you watched the three of them putting on a show just for you.

They were a mess of slick, sweat, and moans. Enjoying each other immensely as you smirked. Emerie was screaming under Nesta, coming quickly from the amount of stimulation she had received, and forcing Nesta over the edge with her. Nesta was off of her, pulling Gwyn up and allowing the two of them to begin to kiss and play with each other as she moved to you.

You moved the sweat soaked hair from her face. "Yes babygirl?" She pulled on your calves, begging you silently to come down to the floor. "Did you need something?"

"You," she begged. "Please."

You hummed, sitting on the floor in front of her. "Did you want me to fuck you, Ness?" She nodded eagerly, spreading her legs for you and laying back. "What a pretty cunt," you whispered and leaned forward to touch her soft folds. You pulled your fingers to your mouth, tasting her. You removed your own robe, wings flaring slightly behind you, before grabbing one of her long legs and placing it over your shoulder as you straddled the other one. You gently ground your core against hers, testing the waters and moaning as your clits made contact.

Nesta leaned up, watching as you did it again, sending electricity through both of you. You set a rhythmic pace, circling and rolling your hips against her, head thrown back in bliss as you two moaned in sync.

You could tell Nesta was close, and you were as well from watching everything and finally finding relief. Her nails had started digging into your hips, her back arching slightly. "Don't stop, don't stop." She was panting and begging, her eyes squeezed shut. "Fuck! Please! Gods please."

Your rhythm became slightly sloppy, breathy moans leaving you as your walls tightened around nothing. Nesta went first, coming at the same time another scream of pleasure came from Gwyn. The two of them falling into a loud harmony. You and Emerie fell over the edge next, you eyes rolling as you moaned and squeezed Nesta's thigh, soaking her cunt with yours.

You lowered her legs and leaned forward on your hands, watching as the spell candle went out on its own and feeling the slight haze it gave begin to fade.

The four of you laid down on the floor, all panting and breathing heavily. Gwyn snuggled into your side, head coming to rest on your shoulder as you stroked her hair. "I'm really proud of you, little nymph." Emerie quickly copied the sentiment, as did Nesta. "How are you feeling?"

Gwyn snuggled further into your shoulder, "Like I've earned a pegasus."

You smiled up at the ceiling, knowing that you had already made a deal with Helion to get your favorite valkyries the winged horses for Solstice long before Nesta had ever approached you with this idea. "I think you have as well, darling. We should close the circle and go eat."

Emerie moaned in agreement, "Azriel and Cassian were in charge of dinner tonight."

Nesta perked up at that, "Then we really have to go eat!"

You waited as they stood, leaving the room with their robes. "Gwyn," you said softly.

"Y/n?"

"I really am very proud of you. This was a scary situation you entered, and you did so well."

She smiled into your neck. "I enjoyed myself a lot."

"Good," you kissed her forehead, "That was my main goal. Go eat while I close this."

She stood, leaving you to your work room and close the circle. You felt your eyes glaze over, reaching Helion through the contact bond. Hello dove, he purred to you. How was your night?

Eventful. Are we still set for the pegasus exchange?

You heard him laugh in your mind. Of course, dear. I get to study your wings and have you, your little valkyrie get their mounts.

Perfect. Solstice, then?

Solstice, He agreed.

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white-wolf-buckaroo · 3 months

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Chapter 2: Do you want me to burn your cookie?

First flashback chapter, yay! Let's see how things were with younger Emily at camp. So that you don't get confused, this is set before Annabeth and Luke first even make it to Long Island

Word count: 2500 ish words

Warnings: None I can think of

Fic masterlist here!

Age 6

It was during the last days of spring when Emily met Ares again.

She had been at camp for a few weeks now, and the arrival of the rest of the demigods was impendent. Until now, she had only met her fellow year-round campers, some of them also from the Ares cabin; it was weird at first for her to understand that they were her siblings (or half-siblings, to be clear), but Chiron had taken his time to explain everything to her, and answer every question she had: Why do we burn food? Can I ride the Pegasi? When will Daddy come see me?... and so on.

As she was still pretty young, and unfamiliar to their world, Chiron let her miss out on the last weeks of first grade, letting her explore the new surroundings on her own; she was a child of Ares, she would be fine by herself. So she met the people around camp, Mr. D (who she didn’t really like, especially after he insisted on calling her “Ellie”, almost as if wrong on purpose), and the satyrs, who she followed around the crops, marvelling at how they played music to help the plants grow. Once she was settled, and after a general introduction from the centaur to camp half-blood, Emily’s curious nature took over, and she spend her mornings roaming the wild.

Ares watched her. He saw her run through the forest, her teddy bear under her arm, discovering, playing, and laughing to herself. She found many animals, small and some bigger ones, and she befriended many, always guarded by the spirits of the woods to ensure her safety; she was a sweet child, despite her heritage, and they guarded her while she was alone outside. She didn’t seek destruction, or causing havoc; she was tranquil, and adventurous.

Maybe it was because her environment had been a good one during her first years, but she wasn’t as brute, gruff and brash as Ares had expected her to be. It surprised him, to be honest.

During the afternoons, Emily was introduced by her siblings to training. However, she was small, and they were older, taller and stronger than her, so she sticked to the side, watching them fight with swords, spears and other weapons of their choice against other campers. They were nice enough to show her the basics, although she was still too petite to hold a sword properly, so her siblings introduced her to using daggers and other small weapons first.

“Why do I have to learn this?” she pouted, frustrated at her failed attempts of doing what her older brother had taught her; it was still weird for her to think of them as her siblings, as she had never had any and now there were… a lot, but she was slowly getting used to it “I don’t want to do this”

“You are a child of Ares” said one of the boys, a son of Apollo “Fighting comes natural to those of your kind”

“But I don’t want to fight” she replied, still pouting “I don’t want to hurt anyone”

“Maybe not, but there are monsters out there who won’t hesitate to come after you, and kill you if they get their chance” the girl who spoke, a daughter of Hermes, received glares of reproach upon saying that, and she was shoved to the side by one of Emily’s brothers after seeing how scared she looked now “Hey, it’s true, the sooner she learns the better for her”

“There are monsters out there?”

“You are safe at camp, don’t worry” one of her brothers kneeled beside her, handing back to her the dagger that had fallen from her hand to the ground “But she’s right. The sooner you start training, the stronger you will be”

Strong. Emily watched her siblings, bulked, skilled, tough… and she honestly doubted if training would ever make her look as powerful as them. She was only six years old, she didn’t know if she was actually strong enough to grow into a warrior like them.

She sat alone later (although accompanied by her teddy bear, her loyal companion), on the edge of the forest in front of the beach, munching on some cookies Chiron had given her. The waves of Long Island Sound crashed rhythmically against the shore, whilst Emily couldn’t shake off the feeling of inadequacy that lingered within her; she could still hear her siblings at the arena, laughing while they playfully fought, and the music the satyrs played at the strawberry fields. Beside her on the grass lay the dagger she had been training with, and she looked at it with uncertainty.

Her little fingers wrapped around the hilt, her gaze examining the weapon: it was bronze, the handle was covered in leather, and the blade had small Greek symbols engraved into the metal. Due to her dyslexia, she’d always had trouble reading, however these letters didn’t dance in front of her eyes as it usually happened. This time, she only had trouble understanding the word itself, because she didn’t know the language.

“Need some help?”

Emily instantly recognized that voice. She turned around, and there he stood: her father, a few feet away, leaning against a tree.

“Daddy!”

Squealing, Emily stood up, the dagger falling on the ground beside her Teddy and the plate with cookies. She crashed into Ares’ legs, smiling up at him, jumping with excitement.

The first days at camp had been tough, especially because she constantly waited for Ares to show up and take her with him again; yeah, she was amazed by the nature surrounding her, the cabins and the new environment in general, but she missed her parents: her mother wouldn’t come back, she knew that, but she still had her father, right? Her siblings were no help, telling her that she shouldn’t get her hopes up, because godly parents weren’t known for being present in their demigod children’s lives, but she was sceptical, thinking that if he had come for her after her mother’s passing, maybe he would come again. So she burned part of her food at every meal like they had taught her, thinking of a message for her dad, just as her siblings had explained to her how she should do. She prayed to him, in her own childish way of how she thought praying was done, and thought of him when she was alone in her bunk bed at night, missing being tucked in; he had never done that, that was all her mother… but now she only had Ares, and she longed for him to care for her.

And on the verge of losing hope, fortunately, he came.

Ares wasn’t really sure what had motivated him to visit her. He never did stuff like that; the gods sometimes gave out missions, quests or requests for demigods to fulfil, and only then would they actually show up. But they usually never visited their children. Maybe the reason was that he had been sick of Hermes talking about his latest travels and the gossip he had picked up, or that he didn’t want to face his father after him requesting everyone to show up that day at Olympus. Maybe it was an impulse that arose from having been watching her from time to time the last few weeks, or maybe… something he couldn’t name. And he for sure wasn’t going to show up anytime soon once summer began, not with the rest of the campers there: he would definitely stand out, and he didn’t have time to deal with a bunch of dumb children if they noticed him.

Seeing Emily there, though, sitting on the edge of the forest, reluctantly clutching the dagger in between her hands, he appeared behind her, watching her study the engraving of the weapon. The breeze stirred her hair, while she mumbled to herself, trying to spell the word she couldn’t read, when he decided to reveal himself.

He awkwardly patted her head, definitely not expecting so much excitement from her side. He thought she would probably really hate him by now, after abandoning her there and not acknowledging her for weeks.

Emily began to talk, words thrown at him a hundred miles per minute, telling him everything she had seen and learned at camp half-blood about the gods, the goddesses, the satyrs, the centaurs… and that she loved the Pegasi, and the strawberries they ate, and that she had met her older siblings.

Ares wasn’t used to being around little kids very often; he kind of avoided them, as he didn’t really know how to handle them. Emily was very much like other children her age: small, innocent, and filled with excitement. It stirred something inside him, thinking that that sweet little girl came from him.

“What do you have there?”

He pointed to the dagger, and Emily went to get it, Ares remaining where he stood. His daughter, back at his side, raised the small weapon up to him, the bronze metal shining under the spring sun.

“My brother gave it to me. It says something here, but I don’t know what it means” she told him, frowning. Ares thought she looked cute when she did that, little face scrunched in confusion “Do you know it?”

It didn’t take him more than a glance to recognize the word.

“That word means ‘Ares’” he explained, smug smile on his face “That’s me”

“You?”

“The only one there is, princess”

He wasn’t planning on calling her that, and if so, it wasn’t meant seriously, more so in a mocking, sarcastic way. However, Emily’s face lit up, and he couldn’t take it back anymore.

“Daddy?” he hummed in response, listening “Are you a god?” It seemed that she had caught up on the meaning of that word. Of what that meant, and the power it held. Ares nodded, telling her that he was the God of war. She nodded back, biting her lower lip before speaking again “So… you’re like, really old, right?”

Ares laughed, not expecting that question.

“You could say that” he shrugged, still chuckling.

“Why are you the god of war?” her head tilted to the side, looking him in the eyes, her own full of curiosity “Why not the god of trees? Or the god of flowers, or clouds, or… dogs? They are sweet, I like them”

Something similar to a short circuit occurred inside his head. He didn’t expect those questions. She was just like her mother, full of curiosity. Ares paused, taken aback, and pondered for a moment, contemplating how to explain the complexities of his role as the god of war to a young child; his title had been given to him so long ago… he had just rolled with it over the centuries, throughout the millennia’s.

“I just am, kid” he couldn’t just tell a six year old that he was the god of war because he was seen as someone aggressive, violent, cruel and… just everything that accompanied the brutalities of battles. In ancient Greece, citizens used to hope he would not take notice of their cities, because they believed he only carried death and suffering with his presence “I’m territorial. I’m not afraid of fighting. I get what I want when I want, and don’t let anyone steal what’s mine. And if they do, I won’t let them go unpunished”

War isn’t only about that, though. It’s about protecting what you love, standing up for what’s right, and sometimes, making sacrifices for the greater good. Many use war to get what they desire, yes, and start a fight for unjustified reasons, but true war, a true fight, is for defending what you believe in. Ares also embodied all of that, even though he had forgotten it himself.

"But why not trees or flowers?" she persisted, her curiosity unabated. Ares smiled, amused by her innocence and inquisitiveness.

"Each god has their own domain, their own special role to play in the world. Trees have their own protector, as do flowers and clouds. And as for dogs… I like them too. My uncle Hades has a very cool one”

“One of Mommy’s friends had a big dog, and he brought it with him sometimes when he came visited” she explained, doing a face. She didn’t see Ares’ eyebrow raise when mentioning her mothers’ ‘friend’ “I didn’t like that dog, though. He had big teeth, and he barked a lot. He scared me”

“At camp you will learn to fight and to defend yourself, so you won’t have to be afraid anymore. Not of any dogs, and not of any monsters”

“But I don’t want to fight monsters, Daddy. I’m not strong enough. They’ll eat me!”

Ares almost chuckled, certainly amused.

“They’re not going eat you, Ems” again, that nickname wasn’t planned. He had to start controlling himself “Not if you win”

“But I’m tiny. They will get me and swallow me”

“You will not be tiny forever. You’ll grow, learn, and train. You’re my kid: fighting comes natural to you” it was the same thing the Apollo boy had said to her; coming from her father, though, she started to consider those words as a possible truth “You’ll be just fine”

“Do you think I’m strong enough?”

She referred physical strength, but also mental, even if she didn’t know what she really meant with that question. In her eyes, her siblings and the other campers she had met seemed all so strong and tough; it was of course the result of years of tutoring in the skills of combat, shaping their moves and reflexes, moulding their bodies. It seemed impossible to ever reach that level of strength.

“My kids are warriors. Eventually, you are strong” Emily did her cute frown, not completely understanding what he meant. Ares had to find the words, not really knowing how to answer her. Oh, his little girl, always asking the tough questions. He hadn’t really thought about that… if he considered her strong enough, but the answer came to him in a breeze once he contemplated it “Yes, you are strong enough. But Emily, strength is not only about size, or power. It’s about determination, and courage; believe me, I know what I’m talking about. Look… you may be small now, but you’re a strong kid. And one day, you’ll grow into a strong warrior”

Emily hugged his legs again then, smiling up at him. The sincerity and admiration in her expression towards him stirred something inside Ares, like the day he had left her at camp.

“Thank you, Daddy”

He nodded, acknowledging her words. She let go of him then, running back to where her Teddy and her plate of cookies lay, grabbing one of said biscuits, offering it to him.

“For you” she smiled, and he was actually speechless for a second, not knowing how to react to such an innocent and kind gesture. Emily understood that in her own way, remembering how she threw part of her food into the fire every day praying to him “Oh… do you want me to burn it for you?”

Ares snickered, a smile taking over his face, shaking his head no. He ruffled her hair, and accepted the cookie; he took a big bite out of it, and Emily smiled again.

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neon-night · 1 month

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My Little Pony Redesigns - Fluttershy

Almost done w/ the mane 6, Rarity's the only one left, after Fluttershy. And speaking of, here's some notes on my design for her.

I adore when people retain her bat features, and I had done that in a previous design from years ago. But, Fluttershy, as I head-canon her is only half-bat, half-pegasis as the magical transformation wasn't enough to fully turn her into a bat pony.

Before the Bats! episode in season 4, she was a normal pegasis, but from that episode and onwards she's half a bat pony. She can still see fine in daylight, as I headcanon all bat ponies can, their eye-sight is even better than regular ponies at times. I'd imagine the only way being half-bat pony gets in Fluttershy's way is when on a full moon she gets an uncontrollable appetite for fruit, but that's the only thing she has to deal with.

And I do have my own personal headcanons for bat ponies, but I'll save that for a later re-design.

#art #neons art #mlp fim #neonsart #digital art #mlp #character design #fluttershy #mlp fluttershy #mlp redesign #redesign #mlp g4 #g4 fanart #i think she should be a little creature and have fun #and by little i mean only in a cute sense #shes as tall as my AJ design #if not a little bit shorter but certainly taller than the rest of the mane 6

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skycowboys · 1 year

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Hi! My daughter REALLY likes your drawings (she LOVES pegs) and would like to learn how to draw them better, and was wondering if you might offer classes, or, maybe do step by steps. Thank you!

Hi there!

Aw, that's super sweet :)

I don't currently have any official media that counts as "instructional" other than my tips on drawing wings post. However, I do sometimes do art "drawover" notes for people in my Discord community -

As far as learning how to draw fantasy creatures, I can say what helped get me started -

Practice drawing the anatomy of real animals

Drawing animals from life at the zoo is a fantastic way to practice. Your daughter can also find areas like petting zoos at the fair, or ask a local riding stable if she can observe a lesson to draw horses in motion. I remember hanging out at the riding stables where I kept my horse and drawing for hours after riding. Once she feels comfortable with anatomy basics, she can start combining parts. That's essentially what my pegasi are - horses with bird parts and attributes patched on top like some sort of wild Garry's Mod creature.

And, most importantly...

Draw so so so much. Draw all of the time.

The best way to get comfortable with drawing animals to draw them for hours and hours and hours. Fill up hundreds of sketchbooks with loose, fast, messy, unpolished sketches of animals. Animals - specifically horses - are very hard to draw. They'll look wonky and not quite right at first but the more a person draws, the more solid the drawings will become.

Some of my favorite animal books and artists -

The Art of Animal Drawing by Ken Hultgren. This book has been my staple go-to book since highschool. I've worn through 3 copies.

Principles of Creature Design by Terryl Whitlatch

Science of Creature Design by Terryl Whitlatch. Whitlatch's work is very grounded in hard science, great for ultra-realistic species that could really physically function.

Dracopedia by William O'Connor. A very fun book on O'Connor's process of drawing and painting different dragons.

Animal Essence by Joe Weatherly. This is a great book about how to capture live animals in all sorts of mediums.

James Gurney - creator of Dinotopia. His work is realistic, yet still contains an element of "rule of cool".

Cory Loftis has lovely animal sketches in Art of Zootopia. His work is heavily stylized, but I love how he simplifies animal anatomy into easily recognizable shapes.

I hope this helps in lieu of step-by-steps!

~ Larn

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star-dragon-art · 5 months

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Astarion quirks and eybrow "Not very romantic to compare me to your brother."

Strawberry sighs. Man, shut up. He got picked up by some... unsavory people and was forced to sell himself. And now that he's out of there, he still does it because that's the only way he knows how to get his way. So like. I get it. I get why you do things. I'm not mad at you... maybe a little mad. But I get it. I know what hurts you and it sucks to know that you used me because you felt like you had to.

"... "

I didn't even want to sleep with you the first time. I was just gonna lay low in your tent so Minthara would... go away.

Astarion drags a hand down his face. "...Sorry. I... I wish this could have gone differently. Better. I... did like being with you. You were gentle. I wasn't used to that. I guess I'm still not."

Strawberry looks down at the ground, arms still crossed. You deserve someone better than me anyways. Someone who'll last longer. I'm gonna have like five different powerful beings fighting over my corpse by the end of this.

"We'll kill all those beings, just like Cazador. So you won't belong to anyone."

Strawberry closes his eyes and smiles. We can try.

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Some uhhhh failed romance Astarion/Tav! I missed the act 2 romance scene so he broke up with me in act 3. But it led to some interesting and emotionally complicated interactions. Especially since I went into this playthrough (my first) with one of my existing dnd characters with some extensive backstory. Strawberry feels for Astarion. Whether or not they are romantically together, this stupid vampire feels like family to him and he's getting adopted.

Strawberry's brother, Bailey, for reference. Played him in a Rise of Tiamat campaign:

he learned true polymorph and proceeded to make pegasi an invasive species on the material plane.

#astarion #tav x astarion #tavstarion #bg3 #bg3 tav #digital art #clip studio paint #comics #dnd characters #dnd

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skipper728 · 1 month

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My Pinkie Pie human and pony redesign/AU!

For her pony redesign, I wanted to incorporate her bouncy/exciting personality more than her original design! Her mane has tons of confetti in it; whether it’s on purpose or just leftover from her parties is unknown! She believes that life is one big party, so why not celebrate it all the time! She always carries secret party snacks and supplies in her mane, and no one has any idea how that even works. Her mane also naturally has highlights of light blue and pastel yellow, which she absolutely loves! When she was younger, her parents wanted to dye her hair so she fit into the family more, but she refused every time! Similarly, her hooves are naturally the same colors! They’re also much rounder and less hard than other ponies’ hooves. Although it doesn’t have and detrimental health effects, it can cause her hooves to get sore more easily than others. She has a solution for when that happens though, to fly! If you didn’t know, Pinkie Pie was originally supposed to be a Pegasus in G4, but it was changed for unknown reasons. Besides that, I feel like Pegasus fits her much better than Earth Pony, much how like Fluttershy makes more sense as an Earth Pony rather than a Pegasus! Having wings helps tremendously with her party planning! She’s able to transport things much faster, and surprise parties are a breeze when you can fly over the pony that the party is for! Another thing about Pegasi is that it’s a recessive genetic trait! That is why her parents and siblings are all Earth Ponies. The same applies to Fluttershy! She got the dominant trait of no wings. Moving on, Pinkie’s ears are pierced and she loves to wear festive earrings when she gets the chance!! Her ears are very sensitive to the usual metals in earrings though (like nickel!), so she can’t wear the festive ones for very long. Due to this, she usually doesn’t wear earrings unless it’s a special occasion!

For Pinkie’s human design, I really wanted to incorporate her love of all things party! I especially wanted to incorporate it into her outfit! I feel like she definitely be into the 80’s, she thinks of it as the ultimate party decade, and she likes to dress similar to people back then! She often wears leg warmers and headbands, and sometimes even wears arm warmers! Her shirt has her favorite drink on it; strawberry milk! She imagines it comes from pink cows and won’t let anyone change her mind. I also thought it would be cute if she were a little mismatched to fit her chaotic personality! Her leg warmers and shoes are flip-flopped on each side, which gives her a very unique look! Her leg warmers are also modeled after her blue and yellow highlights and hooves!

!!DISCLAIMER!!

The disclaimer for my art can be found in the pinned post on my page! (It should be called “My Twilight Sparkle human and pony redesign/AU!”)

#mlp #mlp fandom #mlp redesign #mlp au #mlp g4 #mlp art #mlp fim #mlp friendship is magic #drawing #digital illustration #artwork #digital art #artists on tumblr #sketch #digital painting

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lumine-no-hikari · 2 months

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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #110

I am less of a zombie than I was yesterday. But I'm still kind of a zombie because I have only 7 hours of sleep. Lame…

I'm still remembering the concert yesterday. I remembered much of it from a movie called Fantasia. I remember the scene with the dinosaurs. And there was some other scene with centaurs and pegasi and whatnot. It's an old movie, but the animation is breathtaking, even though there are some parts of it that are racist (the scene where the black centaur is shining some white centaur's hooves is SUUUUUPER fucking gross, oh my good gravy!!). Though I have memories of this movie, I can't recommend it to you in good conscience. There's better and more wholesome stuff out there nowadays anyhow. Maybe check out Wolf Children sometime; there's a lot of nature in that, and it's about a couple of very unusual, not-quite-human children; I think you'd like it a lot.

…WAIT. I FORGOT. YOUR WORLD DOESN'T HAVE HORSES. YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT. FUCK.

Okay. So a winged horse looks like this:

...they're a mythical animal in my world. We have horses, but none of them have wings like this.

...And a centaur looks like this:

...These are also mythical animals. There's no such thing in my world as this. They're imaginary.

Here's some stuff about horses in general, so that you can get an idea of what they look like and how they move, and the relationship the humans of my world have with them:

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...I like horses a lot, but I don't like things such as racing or dressage or whatever. I have no interest in riding. Though I would like to feed them tasty snacks and brush their hair and coats, and give them baths, and weave flowers into their hair, and maybe walk together in the woods, or lie in the grass and snuggle while reading a book.

Anyway, today I went to the place and listened to the leader speak on such things as the importance of properly grieving loss and having faith in that which cannot be seen. It's relatable to my circumstances in a variety of respects. In the course of my living, I've seen a lot more fear and pain than love. In my case, having faith means doing my best to try to remember that beautiful and good and loving things exist, even when my mind is too clouded to see them very well.

…I carry a lot of really horrible memories. My mind is often cloudy (especially when I am tired and dehydrated… like right now… whoops…), and my path forward seems hazy all the time. I'm used to the ground crumbling beneath my feet, and I'm used to people telling me that my next step will be on a solid surface only to have it ripped out from under me, and I go tumbling down, down, down into the dark. But: my version of faith involves taking that next step, even when I can't see, and even when I know that the ground beneath me might fall apart. It involves trusting others when they say that the next step is solid ground, even though I have experiences where that was a lie. It involves knowing that even when the path beneath me crumbles and fades and I tumble down into the dark, I have strength enough to crawl back to the surface, rise again, and keep moving forward.

Somewhere along the way, I learned that I don't have to be afraid of the tumble. But strangely, even though I've learned that, I am still sometimes afraid of the tumble. But it's important that I do my best anyways; I deserve to see whatever beautiful thing is shining on the distant horizon. And even if I don't reach it in this lifetime, I'll have other opportunities to try again, in other shapes, and in different circumstances.

…I hope you'll remember that these things hold true for you as well. I hope you can learn how not to be afraid of being soft and vulnerable and kind even in a world like this one. Because the worst has already happened for you, hasn't it? And many times over at that, no? And here you are, still standing, still moving forward, still steadfast, brave and determined.

…I wish you knew how proud I am of you for continuing to do your best, even after everything that has happened.

The place had a big potluck today. I brought my confit garlic and my muscat gummies to share. But there was all sorts of other amazing goodies that others brought. I wish I could share them with you, because my world is absolutely brimming with amazing cooks, and I wish you could experience the results of their efforts and expertise. But that's not how reality works, so I'll show you a picture instead:

After all that, I'm finally home. J and I took a brief walk, but I didn't see anything especially noteworthy to take a picture of. But the sky was good on the way to the place, so I snapped a couple of pictures of that:

I said in yesterday's letter that I would make a playlist of the songs I was given last night. I have made that playlist, so here it is, so you can see it, too. I think you might like these:

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…That first one, goodness, it would make an AMAZING DDR song. Despite the fact that I am still slightly zombified, I am finding myself somewhat inspired to play. But the living room is being used, so I doubt anyone wants to put up with me trying to step out Horatio on Standard Mode, hahaha!

I also found Child of the Stars to be VERY delightful; for whatever reason, it kind of made me wanna squiggle. I wonder if it would make a good music box. Similarly, the lyrics for Rät are on point; I think that any person who has their giftedness and steadfast loyalty taken advantage of would find that one relatable, for sure.

…There's so much in my world that I think would delight you and show you that you're not alone. I wish I could spend time with you here just for a little while…

Anyway. Given that I'm still kind of a zombie, I will end today's letter here because I need to rest.

Please stay safe out there, okay? There are still so many doors you haven't opened. There are still so many things you've not experienced. There are still so many words you haven't sung. So don't give up, okay? I'll be right here waiting for you.

I love you. I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

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poseidonsdaughterthesiren · 2 months

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The Daughter of Poseidon: Chapter Ten

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The sun drooped in swirls of pinks, oranges, and purples. The birds and the frogs sang their transitional duet. A gentle breeze settled across the waves of the lake.

Della sighed and pushed her soft curls behind her ear. She sat at the edge of the dock kicking her feet back and forth in the water. Back and forth. Splish. Splash. Backwards than forwards. Splish. Splash.

She stared blankly at the images the clouds created. A few of them resembled horses and pegasi. Other appeared like silhouettes of people fighting–Della tried to ignore those. One, if she squinted, almost looked like Perry the Platypus–huh interesting choice there Zeus.

“Del?”

Della stiffened at the sound of his voice. She turned her head and there he was in his orange camp shirt.

“Luke?” she breathed out. Her lips curved up into a soft smile.

He grinned back at her and took a seat by her on the dock.

Della turned to him. He looked like he had when they first met.

“You changed your hair,” he said. He reached a hand out and played with one of the many little braids in her hair.

Della laughed and and grabbed Luke’s hand in her hair. She held there for a moment not quite sure what to do next. Her eyes met his brown ones.

They were soft and full of love. Love he never got to show her–not really.

He cupped her cheek in his hand.

They were so close their noses were touching.

“Gods,” she whispered, “I wish you were actually here.”

“I know,” he whispered back. “But you better take the sign Aphrodidite is throwing at you?”

“What do you mean? Della gave him a puzzled look.

“Thalia’s brother.”

Della sighed and closed her eyes a tear slipped out

“Hey none of that,” he said, “I know you like him.”

Luke removed his hand from her cheek and pulled back a bit.

“But–”

“Del, we’ll meet again for real one day–but for now–be happy.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

“That’s my girl,” Luke grinned, “Now do me a favor…please wake up.”

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Della wakes up to the feeling of chains around her body and Piper’s voice. Someone stuffed a cloth in her mouth and by the taste it might as well have been a dirty gym sock.

“Leo, help!”

But Piper’s lips were not moving, no she was close by struggling in her own bonds.

The Cyclops from earlier was imitating Piper’s voice to trap the only remaining person in their little party.

Wait–where’s Jason?

Della glances around to find the blonde konked out to Piper’s left. He has a giant welt on his left eyebrow.

Della tries to shimmy around in her restraints but to no avail. They were too tight. She let out a muffled cry as the restraints seemed to get tighter. How could she have been so stupid? Monocle Motors with a single red-eye symbol? She should’ve thought about it harder–then again she has a concussion.

“Leo?” The Cyclops says again less certain. “See told you it was nothing,” he grumbles in his normal voice.

Della grunts and struggles in her restraints again.

“Leo, help me!” it screamed.

“Help–” “Piper’s” voice cut off turning masculine again, “Bah, there’s no one out there. No demigod could be that quiet.

Della stops struggling and takes a deep breath. She closes her eyes seeing if maybe just maybe there’s some water nearby.

The other cyclops chuckles, “Probably ran away, if he knows what's good for him. Or the girl was lying about a fourth demigod. Let’s get cooking.”

Snap. A bright orange light sizzles to life. The cyclops in a chain mail loincloth waltz over to Piper, who squirmed and tried to head-butt him in the eye.

“Can I take her gag off now? I like it when they scream.”

The question is for the third cyclops, apparently their leader. They grunt in response and loincloth removes Piper’s gag.

To Della’s relief, she doesn’t scream. Piper takes a shaky breath like she’s trying to keep calm.

“Scream Girl! I like funny screaming!”

“Oh, Mr. Cyclops, you don’t want to kill us. It would be much better if you let us go,” Piper says with that rich silk voice.

Loincloth scratches his head in thought. He turns to the other cyclops Fiberglass-Toga. “She’s kind of pretty, Torque. Maybe we should let her go.”

Torque growls, “I saw her first, Sump. I’ll let her go!”

Sump and Torque square up on each other but the third cyclops rises and shouts,

“Fools!”

` Shit, she’s female…Tyson once commented that the females were usually smarter than the males. That also meant they could be taller too….

Della’s wide eyes snap over to the she-clops. Intelligence sparkles in her singular red eye. She towers above the other two and her chainmail dress scratches the cement as she moves.

She clops stalks over and pushes Sump aside. Torque backs up in response.

“This one is Venus’ spawn,” she snarls, “She’s charmspeaking you.”

“Please ma’am–”

` “Rarrr!” The lady cyclops said. She grabbed Piper around the waist. Della struggles and yells through her gag. “Don’t try that pretty talk with me girly. I’m Ma Gasket! And I’ve eaten heroes tougher than you for lunch!”

She drops Piper to let her dangle. Ma Gasket turns to Della a wicked smile coats her features.

“Now this girly will be one of my highest achievements! A daughter of Neptune! A very rare cut indeed!”

Della glares at Ma Gasket and struggles a bit more in her bonds. She is not a piece of meat–wait Neptune…oh yeah Dad’s Roman name.

Ma Gaskey laughs and turns around to chew out Sump.

Piper, who is now only lightly swinging back and forth, glances at Della. “You okay?” she mouths.

Della gag in mouth nods but winces at the action.

Damn her for getting a concussion and then making it worse by getting clubbed by a cyclops…speaking of she needs to figure out an escape plan and quick.

“–eat her last, Ma?” Sump asks.

“Idiot!” Ma Gasket booms. These “fine” gentlemen must be her sons. “I should’ve thrown you out on the streets like proper cyclops children! You might’ve actually learned some useful skills! Curse my soft heart I kept you!”

“Soft heart?” Torque mutters.

“What was that you ingrate?”

“Nothing, Ma. I said you got a soft heart. We get to work for you, feed you, file your toenails–”

“And you should be grateful!” Ma Gasket bellows. “Now, stoke the fire, Torque! And Sump, you idiot, my case of salsa is in the other warehouse. Don’t tell me you expect me to eat these demigods without salsa!”

“Yes, Ma,” Sump stutters, “ I mean no, Ma. I mean–”

“Go get it!” Ma Gasket screams. She picks up a nearby truck chassis and slams it over Sump’s head. Sump crumples to his knees. This must be a regular occurrence for Sump because he manages to push the chassis off his head. Then he staggers to his feet and runs off on his quest of salsa.

Della glances around trying to find a way out of this. There were a few ideas but then Della notices a certain curly-haired crouching behind the machines. Thank the gods.

Piper notices him as well and lets out a gasp.

“What’s the matter, girl? So fragile I broke you?” Ma Gaket asks. She turns to Della. “Let's hope you don’t taste like seafood Girly. I don’t think salsa can take care of fish. That last hero we ate–remember him Torque? Son of Mercury wasn’t he?”

“Yeah, Ma,” Torque says, “Tasty. A bit stringy, but good.”

“Said he was on medication but he tasted fine.”

“Tasted like Mutton,” Torque recalls, “Purple shirt. Talked in Latin. Yes, a bit stringy, but good.”

Della freezes and glances at Jason, who is still out like a light. “Purple Shirt?” Della asks.

“Spoke Latin?” Piper asks at the same time.

They glance uneasily at each other.

“Good eating,” Ma Gasket says. “Point is, we’re not dumb as people think. We’re not falling for those tricks and riddles, not us Northern Cyclops!”

Northern Cyclops?

“I never knew you were so big and clever!” Piper exclaims.

“Flattery won’t work either,” Ma Gasket says. Though she sounds quite pleased. “But it’s true you’ll be breakfast for the best cyclops around!”

“But aren’t cyclops good? I thought you made weapons for the gods?”

“Bah! I’m good at eating people. Good at smashing things. And good at building things yes, but not for the gods. Our cousins the Eldere cyclops, they do this yes. Thinking they’re all high and mighty, cause they’re a few thousand years older.”

Della glances at the machines below, hopefully, Leo finished whatever he was doing down there.

“Then there’s the Southern Cyclops, living on islands and tending sheep. Morons! But us Hyperborean Clan, we’re the best! Founded Monocole Motors in this factory–the best weapons, armor, chariots, fuel-efficient SUVs! And yet bah! Forced to shutdown! Laid off most of our tribe. The war was too quick. Titans lost. No good! No need for cyclops weapons!”

“Oh no,” Piper sympathsizes, “I’m sure you made amazing weapons!”

Torque grins. “Squeaky war hammer!” He picks up a large pole with an accordion-looking metal box on one end. He slams it against the floor cracking the cement but there is sound like the world’s largest rubber ducky getting stomped on.

“Terrrifying,” Della says.

“Can I see it?” Piper asks. “I’f you could just free our hands–”

Torque steps forward excitedly but Ma Gasket stops him.

“Stupid! She’s tricking you again! Enough talk! Slay the boy first before he dies on his own. I like my meat fresh.”

“Hey, wait,” Piper says, “Hey can I just–”

Della notices a wire spark where Leo was.

Unfortunately, so did the cyclops as they hurled a car at him.

Leo, somehow, rolls out of the way. He gets to his feet and Ma Gasket spots him.

“Torque, You pathetic excuse of a cyclops get him!” she yells.

Torque barrels towards him while Leo frantically guns the toggle on a makeshift remote.

Torque was fifty feet away. Then forty. Twenty.

Then a robotic arm whirs to life. A three-ton metal claw slams into Torque so hard he lands on his face. He tries to scurry up but the robotic hand grabs him by one leg and hurls him up in the air.

“AHHHHHHH!” Torque screams as he rockets through the air. THUD! The ceiling was too high up and too dark to be exactly sure what was happening.

Della guesses that he hit a support beam judging by the noise.

Yellow dust rains down instead of a body. Good one down two more to go.

Ma Gasket stares at Leo in shock. “My son…you…you….”

As if on cue Sump staggers back into the room a jar of salsa in his hand.

“Ma I got the extra spicy–”

Leo spun the remote toggle and a second robotic arm whacks Sump in the chest. The salsa explodes like a piñata onto the concrete floor. Sump falls back into a third machine. This arm slams into him he explodes into a cloud of yellow dust.

One more to go.

Della and Piper cheer Leo on. Ma Gasket, on the other hand, roars and grabs the nearest crane arm and rips it off the pedestal.

“You busted my boys! Only I get to bust my boys!”

Leo punches a button and two more arms spawn into action.

Ma Gasket catches the first one and tears it in half. The second arm smacks her in the head, but it only seems to make her even more mad. She grabs it by the clamps, rips it free, and swings it like a baseball bat. It misses Della, Piper, and Jason by a mere inch. Ma gasket lets it go spinning towards Leo.

Leo yelps and rolls to one side as it demolishes the machine next to him.

Ma Gasket stands twenty feet away from him now, next to the cooking fire. She clenches her fists and bares her teeth. She looks ridiculous in her getup the pigtails and the chainmail dress bu the look of revenge was not a look to laugh at.

Della knew that look all too well.

“Any more tricks demigod?” she snarls.

“Heck yeah I got tricks!” Leo shouts, “Come any closer and I’ll destroy you with fire!”

Della moves her hands in the bonds trying to connect with water just in case–just in case she is right and he has no control.

“Would you? Cyclops are immune to fire you moron. But you wish to play with flames let me help.”

She scoops red-hot coals from the fire into her hands and flings them at Leo. They all land around his feet.

“You missed,” he says incredicously.

Ma Gasket grins and pciks up a barrel next to the rucks and hurls it at Leo.

Coals spark and Leo closes his eyes.

Piper screams, “No!”

Della watches and waits–

A firestorm erupts around Leo, swirling twenty feet into the air. Ma Gasket screams in delight, but Leo doesn’t offer the fire any good fuel. The Kerosine burns up dying down to a small patch on the floor.

“Leo?” Piper asks.

Della smiles so she's right.

Ma Gasket gasps. “You live?” She takes an extra step forward. “What are you?”

“The Son of Hephestus,” Leo says, “And I warned you I’d destroy you with fire.”

He points a finger with a look of determination and shoots a bolt of white-hot flames at the chain suspending the engine block above Ma Gasket;s head.

The flames die. Nothing happens. Ma Gasket cackles. “An impressive try Son of Hephestus. It’s been centuries since I’ve seen a fire user. You’ll make a spicy appetizer!”

The chain snaps–the single link heated beyond it’s tolerance point–and the engine block fell, deadly and silent.

“I don’t think so,” Leo says.

Ma Gasket didn’t even have a chance to look up.

Smash! No more cyclops–just a pile of yellow dust under a five-ton engine block.

“Not immune to engines, huh?” Leo says, “Boo-yah!”

The curly haired boy crumples to his knees.

“Leo!” Piper yells, “Are you alright?”

Leo stumbles back to his feet. He’s never used that much of his power before, Della can tell, he’s pale and sweaty.

It takes him a long time to get Piper and Della out of their chains. Della scampers over to Jason, who was still unconcious.

Piper passes Della nectar.

Della manages to trickle a bit into his mouth, and he groans. Thank the gods. The welt on his head shrinks and he gets a bit more color back in his face.

“He’s goit a thick skull, he’ll be fine,” Leo says.

“Good,” Piper says. Then she looks at Leo with something that resemebles fear. “How–did you–the fire–have you always…”

Leo looks at his shoes, “Always,” he says, “I’m a freaking menace. I’m sorry I should’ve told you guys sooner–”

“Sorry?” Della and Piper laugh.

“That was amazing, Valdez! You saved our lives. What are you sorry about?” Piper asks. She smiles at him with pride in her eyes.

“You did awsome Dude,” Della smiles, “I had a feeling about this.” she gestures to the fire thing.

“I bet you did, Katara,” Leo teases. His smile fades when he notices something by Piper’s foot.

Della sees it too.

Yellow dust–the pulvarized cyclops remains, shifts across the floor like an invisible wind was pushing it back together.

What in Hades–

“They’re forming again,” Leo says, “Look.”

“Impossible…” Della mutters. She’s seen monsters die they never do this.

“I thought you said they go back to Tarturus?” Piper asks.

“They’re supposed to,” Della says.

“Well, no one told the dust that,” Leo says.

“Oh gods,” Piper says, “Boreas said something about this. When–”

“Death holding up horrors, When monsters no longer stay in Tarturus and death is no longer confined to Hades,” Della finishes for her. “Let’s get out of here. Now.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice,” Leo says.

#oc character #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #percyjacksonxsister!reader #fanfic #percy and annabeth #jason grace x jackson!reader #jason grace x reader #luke castella

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fayesdiary · 6 months

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Looking at your Diagram of SOV, Celica getting turned into witch and Nuibaba's backstory aren't Kaga's work, but Kusakihara's. Kaga was a bit better by comparison.

On a sidenote, the brainwashing is more complciated than Kaga.

Kaga's is more like "this playable character has temporarily been put under a magic spell and become an enemy unit, talk to them with the right unit to re-recruit them."

Whilst with Kusakihara, it is more like "this female boss that seemed evil was really a brainwashed victim and we are revealing this near the end of the game."

Both are pretty sexist, honestly!

Oh believe me, I know Echoes is even more sexist than Gaiden, even if I'm not interested in who is responsible for it and I'd much rather criticize the text itself.

As for the brainwashing approaches... well, in my personal opinion the former's approach isn't inherently bad, but rather what made it an annoying and sexist trope is that it was constantly abused by Kaga with mainly if not only female characters (and unfortunately we still see it long after his departure), while the latter approach...

Well, no way I'm defending that one.

It would have been fine if it was used once or maybe twice (provided, again, you handle it well which is almost never the case), but not only it makes most of the previous moments of the character moot because it's not really her, it saps her of all of her agency in a pretty condescending way. Especially when it gives the vibes of "women cannot possibly be evil or nasty on their own merits, they must be controlled by eeevil men" as well as the literally admitted by the developers "we think people would feel bad about fighting women so we often make them more pretty and sympathetic than male antagonists". And even when brainwashing isn't involved, their tragic backstories are usually just a mix of either "i want to be a mother", "i want to be beautiful" and "man bad". Since we're talking about Echoes Nuibaba's backstory in the Accordion is a mix of the latter two and I hate it. So much.

And look, nothing wrong with making a villain sympathetic or not laughably evil regardless of their gender, but this is literally the cheapest, most insulting and, indeed, sexist way to do it.

Couple that with the often icky implication this series' writing does when it tries to explain why things like pegasi are restricted by gender (with the explanation for them in particular being iirc some shit like "oh only women are able to ride them because they are inherently more pure" which, blegh) and... yeah, Fire Emblem is not gonna win any feminist awards any time soon.

#ask replies #Anonymous #fire emblem #my rambles #a fundamental part of being a conscious fan of this series (and media in general really) is acknowledging it has some pretty ugly parts #and while you shouldn't feel bad for enjoying it regardless (far from it) you have to be aware they exist and listen to criticism #i feel veyle is the ONE time brainwashing has been done well and in an interesting way #well it's not exactly brainwashing but. you know.

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silent-partner-412 · 10 months

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so when i played echoes, this map was the one that made me quit the game for good.

the combination of the swamp, the archers, the unending monsters coming from the canters, and the fact that all my units sucked ass and i didn’t have any pegasi other than est cuz i didn’t know where to get palla and catria meant this whole thing was a nightmare. it was the kind of thing that felt less like a fun challenge to overcome like a lot of other hard fire emblem maps, but rather an exercise in patience and frustration, and this came after dozens of maps that could be categorized as either completely boring and unremarkable, or nearly as frustrating as this one. i had enough, i put the game down for good and googled the rest of the story so i could understand what people were talking about in online discussions to a degree.

anyway, i just beat this map in sacred echoes and the most frustrating part about it was that mae and est kept missing attacks when i was trying to feed kills to them for their promotions. the game gives you the other pegasus sisters for free, so you can’t possibly not have access to them unless they die. they also give you a warp user for free, you don’t have to go back for him either. the canter spawns in a handful of powerful necrodragons every few turns instead of like six to eight flying demons all the goddamn time, meaning you don’t get swarmed with weak bitches and instead have to think about dealing with just a couple big and powerful enemies instead. my entire army just felt more powerful, and i could actually use all my units to deal with the enemies instead of not being able to damage anything with anybody other than saber. also, my leon was a bow knight and could destroy the archers with ease. it’s actually remarkable how much better of a time i had with this map, cuz the layout was almost exactly the same (i couldn’t find a map layout online so just take my word for it).

anyway this game eats the original echoes up. i’m actually gonna be able to beat this and see the end of the story for myself. kudos to the designers for this one, it’s truly incredible what they managed to do here. if this were an official game it would probably be among the best in the series because i have so little to complain about.

#fire emblem #fe15 #shadows of valentia #fe echoes #sacred echoes #also side note but i was playing thracia 776 at the same time as the original echoes #and i played 24x quite literally the same day as this map #that infamous map from one of the most infamous games in the series was more bearable to me than this echoes map #idk what that says about me but still

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caw-rky · 8 months

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3/4 prev - next Somnambula is a unicorn who comes from the homonymous desert. It is actually unknow if she was named after the place or if the place was named after her. Most historians thinks she is a fictive character.

The tale of Somnambula is classical from the region, the story of the young unicorn who went and saved the pharaoh from a terrible Sphinx but lost her sight to the creature after managing to answer its riddle. Despite no proof of the existance of Somnambula being ever found, most habitants of Somnambula insist on the existance of the mare. The closest thing to a proof of her existance is a letter talking about the story by the pharaoh, alas translation is difficult due to the state of the paper as it was partially burned. Some historians pretends than proof of her existance or non-existance may be found inside the pharaoh's room in the pyramid. Though those ponies tends to be badly seen by the community after having mistaken pharoahs and having announced her existance due to a vase done about the story, thinking it had been done at the time of the story. The vase was, in fact, two hundred years too recent. ---------------

Rockhoof is a unicorn from a volcanic island at the edge of Equus and Equestria. Despite the stereotypes about unicorns, Rockhoof wasn't any kind of scholar or even a good magician. He is of the type of unicorns often forgotten but his existance was proved thanks to his file in the Mighty Helm. The Mighty Helm was originally a subdivision from the EPA which separated from the EPA, becoming it's own little force. It is mainly known as one of the first known group which allowed ponies of different kinds to fight together. The most known tale about the stallion is the following : Rockhoof was a particularly weak colt when he was young. Generally, weak bodied unicorn became scholars or planners but not Rockhoof. The young stallion trained again and again for years, slowly building strenght and muscle. Though the strength he is now known for only appeared while his town was in danger due to the volcan erupting. Rockhoof took his shovel and managed to dig and deep trench in only moments as in face of the danger he accepted than he was neither a failed unicorn to prefer physical activity nor a failed earth pony for not being born an earth pony and having horn magic. Despite the disparition of both the Mighty Helm and the town, Rockhoof is a classical figure to see in foal-section classroom or in museum. There are also a few games which were inspired by his story. ------------------------

Mistmane is a pegasus mare from the lost pegasi empire of Poneon. Her existance is doubted at best by most historians despite her name being used to describe a type of mane replacement and a medical condition. If the tale is too be believed, young Mistmane was one of the most beautiful mare of her time with a lustruous fur, magnificient mane and shining feathers. But the young mare was also an adventurer and a friend of the princess of Poneon, a small pegasus touched by naked foal syndrom, a fatal condition. To give the bed-ridden filly a taste of the world despite it, she went and traveled accross the world for years, allegedly bringing beauty and peace with her. But when she went back home, she discovered than her friend's parents, in a desperate try to make their daughter happy and experience travel, forced most of her town to bring and do exotic things for the sick filly. The young princess hating the suffering endured for her despite loving the attention and unable to convince her parents than they don't need to make people suffer to try and make her last few years better. Mistmane, having explored the world, had also discovered multiple magic and 'broke' the disease in two, losing all of her hair to allow her friend's to grow and make her healthier. Horrifying her friend as by doing so, she had lowered her own life expectancy. The tale finishing on a cautionary notes explaining than even when you want the best for someone, you have to ensure their consent to the act. If the story is true, no one is certain of what happened to either the princess, the Emperor family or Mistmane after this story.

#mlp au #mlp redesign #my little pony #mlp fim #mlp friendship is magic #mlp art #mlp g4 #mistmane #somnambula #rockhoof mlp #mlp rockhoof #rockhoof #pillars of equestria #shuffled mlp au #shuffled au lore #somnanbula mlp #mlp somnanbula #mistmane mlp #mlp mistmane

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bornunequal · 2 months

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The Chinese Zodiac

Those accepted into this tribe gain the ability to shift into one or more animals under the sign.

Each individual initially has a different affinity for this shifting capacity. Some will find it relatively easy to gain traits of the animal, some will find it relatively easy to hybridize with the animal, some will find it relatively easy to entirely become the animal, some will find it easy to partially shift, and some will even find it relatively difficult to not be shifted, as some examples. Additionally, what animals can be accessed differs from person to person. Some will find it easy to access a single animal, some will find it difficult to control which animal's traits they use, and some will find it difficult to utilize only a single animal. An unfortunate number find themselves in the unfortunate position of finding any use of this ability difficult.

However, this ability is one that can be learned, bettered, and honed with time, effort, and practice. Even the most inept of this ability can become quite skilled if driven enough to work for it.

OA stands for Origin Age, which is the timeframe in which it can be assumed that the clock aligns. The only reason it exists is because I want to assume that I have what I would have in this world. After all, I am selfish like that.

Rat; OA: 1996; Of all the animals, this one is the most stable, deviating only minorly from 'common perception'. For example, their size and fur color are the few things that will generally change for most people.

Ox; OA: 1997; Ox includes all kinds of cattle and buffalo.

Tiger; OA: 1998; Various types of tigers, even rarely including the Sabertooth Tiger, though no one knows what that is. Uncommonly includes orange cats, such as a tabby, and extremely rarely includes the cat dog.

Rabbit; OA: 1999; Includes various rabbits, rarely including a particularly dangerous carnivorous variety.

Dragon; OA: 2000; Is only the personal conception of what a Dragon should be, it is the least stable from person to person. Some can fly, some have venom, some can breathe flame, some have feathered wings, some have furry bodies, some are large, some are small, some are insectile, some have seven limbs, some have tails, some of horns, some have multiple heads, some are little more than large snakes. They are diverse in nature being the only 'truly unreal' animal, however, the concept of what someone considers to be a dragon seldom changes much in their life. Most of those under this sign are restricted to that singular concept as if it were the only type of dragon to ever exist. Rarely, someone will have general freedoms, being restricted to traits or body type rather than a 'single' dragon. An extremely rare few are capable of leveraging the 'unrealness' to their advantage, capable of adding or removing traits and forms as they desire. This is, an extremely few, easily within the 1% of the 1%.

Snake; OA: 2001; Includes all manner of snakes, small and large, rarely including sea serpents or even a basilisk. Disturbingly, basilisks do not vary in capacity from person to person despite their assumed 'fictional' status, highly venomous gargantuan serpents with three sets of eyes, only one set can actually see, one set can paralyze those who look into it and the other set petrifies those who look into it, turning them to stone. Se Serpents, however, those who can access it, enjoy nearly all of the benefits that dragons do, though in a more limited fashion.

Horse; OA: 2002; Includes all manner of horses, rarely including Zebras or Reindeer, an extreme few include unicorns, alicorns, pegasi, hippocamps, sleipnir, kelpies, and a creature known as a nightmare. Unicorns, Alicorns, Pegasi, Hippocamps, Sleipnire, Kelpies, and Nightmares enjoy many of the benefits of dragons in that they are not real animals, so many traits of them can differ from person to person, but they tend to have the same physicality and generally similar traits with others of their type, which is mostly attributed by scholars due to the shared ancestry of 'they are horses'. (Ask or comment if you want to know what traits I attribute to all of them)

Goat; OA: 2003; Includes all manner of goats, uncommonly includes sheep as well.

Monkey; OA: 2004; Includes all manner of monkeys, does not include apes, however.

Rooster; OA: 2005; Includes most if not all birds, though chickens are disproportionally common.

Dog; OA: 2006; Includes all manner of dog breeds, uncommonly including wolves, extremely rarely the wolf cat.

Pig; OA: 2007; Includes pigs and boars.

Shifting Method: Considered to be self shifting, as such, no change, a 12-year cycle when looked at alone.

Do you like your capacities in this world were you born into this world? Feel free to comment below.

#zodiac #chinese zodiac #creative writing #worldbuilding #oc

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mathyna · 4 months

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Dug out an old AU I had of Mlp bad future. I don't know if it would be interesting so here is a quick sumary.

It takes place around 3000 years after g4 S9. A roayal advisor named Morgan Dawn, who wishes to rebuild the world consistent only of the earth pony race. He ultimately decides to kill off the ruler (Twilight) , or better, getting rid of her by infecting her with a speacially crafted disease and spreading panic as well as the disease.

But ho-oh-ho, this is no ordinary disease as it only affects unicorns and pegasi thus has an effect even on alicorns. Earth ponies genom is rendering them basically immune. That of course applies only to pure-bred earth ponies, which is a rarity amongst the population. That would not only result into panic among the ponies because of the disease, but also a racial problem that seemed to be a big deal in g5.

More info on disease (+ the name) will be probably released later if I get it all down.

I've got like 40+ characters already layed out with backstories, personalities and possible relation to the original g4 cannon. Not mentioning reoccuring characters from the cannon with a twist.

Note: Society of Equestria will be a bit different. I have planned out how military works, resources used to enhance ones abilities or even add + how ponies use technology to their advantage rather than the meaningless usage we saw in g5.

Short intro to the story under the cut

The story revolves around an adult pegasi soldier named Crimson Glide alias Blood Moon , who is the lowest of the 3 highest members of the military hierarchy that is responsible for keeping people safe in camps and bunkers. She, together with her supperiors Crystal Crush (Blue Moon), Apple Mold (Lavender Moon) and a genetic engineer Marigold Breeze (Harvest Moon) are doing their best to both shut down sickness spreading beacons and keep the infected under control. These 3 ponies and the rest of the military council, that had survived, are doing their best to throw down Morgan Dawn and potentially slow down the spread. The fact that they have to run a colony of ponies, head out to acquire resources, information and carry out missions makes the task much more difficult.

#mlp infection au #idea #Mlp #Mlp au

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yulgurr · 7 months

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a random thing i actually want to complete so it can collect dust in my folder afterwards!

so there was that fe heroes oc Astrid and she has 5 brothers (4 older brothers that are quadruplets and 1 younger; 2 of the quadruplets "went missing") and I wanted to doodle all currently present brothers and then never touch them again (I drew 2 of them before once)

and a lore dump

Currently present brothers are:

The oldest of (ex)quadruplets Aster. He's a musician and plays piano. He also can fix string instruments and that's needed for the plot point when Elm shatters Audun's violin. Aster is also Audun's future partner.

The third of the (ex)quadruplets Torsten. Their father is minister of finances and Torsten is to inherit his father's title. He is a sweet guy but his standard face expression is just >:( this. He is closer to Astrid than the other two, but he's not an overprotective type (he may seem like one, but he's not).

And the youngest Brynjar, pegasi actually like him and he'll be a pegasus knight in the future. Pegasi bring him flowers and he always has some in his hair.

Pegasi like Brynjar because he inherited the blood of Geirskögul, which usually manifests in women of their family.

Geirskögul was a valkyrie from Jötunheimr, who came to Askr long long time ago to assist her friend Líf to establish a kingdom, and she liked it there so she brought her beloved pegasi there too and decided to live in Askr. Geirskögul was a jotun and her pegasi were also big and strong, and with time they became popular among rich people of Askr, and that's how the pegasi knights training grounds were established. Geirskögul and her children would teach the pegasi knights, and a few generations later, long after Geirskögul's death, her children would raise and sell the pegasi.

With time, Geirskögul's descendants lost their jotun power and became like an average Midgard person, with an exception of hair color, tiny valkyrie wings on the head (not everyone has them though), and jotun blood. They did, however, find out that the jotun power can be reawakened, and for that the blood has to be spilled. Once the blood is spilled, the one with blood would gain a part of Geirskögul's power, which is basically just strength and a shield, preventing them from dying. In game terms, the less HP a unit has, the harder they are to kill + a broken Miracle with healing as a special. Also, the whole "jotun blood" thing is not known to general public. The blood mostly manifests in women, and extremely rare in men (Astrid's aunt has no jotun blood for example). Just having Geirskögul's blood makes it easier to approach and train pegasi, and Geirskögul claimed to actually understand what her pegasi were saying. The pegasi of that breed are not hostile towards men (like the Hoshido ones), instead before they are properly trained they are hostile towards everyone without the jotun blood.

Astrid is 1st in line to inherit the pegasi business, as she is the only daughter, and she was raised to honor the family history, even though some parts were not the brightest. She was allowed to assist the Order of Heroes on occasions, as her mother thought that actual fighting experience would teach Astrid to control the jotun blood better.

The 2 quadruplets (that later went missing), after learning that their youngest possessed the jotun blood, wanted to research it and "make it accessible for everyone" but their research was a bit unethical and they ended up kidnapping both young Astrid and Brynjar, but luckily were both caught before they could do anything. They were then disowned and banished, but Astrid's parents covered it as "went missing". No one knows where they are now.

oh wow thats a lot but i really wanted to talk about all that. if you read to this point, thank you you are so cool! if you noticed any mistakes then in my defence english isn't my first language haha

#yulgurr art #feh oc #don't let me cook

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