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#just a simple redesign#wanted to give charlie a little seasoning. she needs a little smth smth. thought a goat motif would suit her .... because. hell and whateve#shes got cute hooves and big ears#tried to make as minimal changes as possible to stick to her original vibe#this concludes my hazbin posting. thanks for tolerating it#ill have a helluva boss review post in the next couple days when i finish watching it. after that im done#back to your regularly scheduled pony programming#charlie morningstar#hazbin hotel#fanart#my art
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Charlie Morningstar TK Headcanons
Ler
Loves tickling as a bonding exercise and is very gentle most of the time
Sometimes, however, she can become the Hotel's most feared tickle monster (After Alastor, of course)
Found out Vaggie was ticklish by accident. During one time where Vaggie was tickling her, Charlie shot her hand out and squeezed the ex-angel's side, causing her to squeal.
She loves drawing, and she love drawing on people even more
She draws on people's stomachs a lot, and draws things she thinks match them (Example: Card suits on Husk, hearts and cute little pig faces on Angel, bows or Xs and Os (hugs and kisses) on Vaggie, etc)
A big tickle game person (having someone try to hold still, or playing tic-tac-toe on someone's stomach)
When in demon form, she uses her tail to tickle people
Will do a 'bubble hug' to people. Basically, hugging them/lifting them so her face is near their stomach, and then raspberrying them to cheer the person up.
"Come on, it's called the 'Happy Hotel' for a reason!"
Lee
Canonically ticklish, and not at all shy about it.
Lucifer and Lilith would often tickle her to cheer her up
Worst spots: Hooves, Tail, Hips, Ears, and Neck
Vaggie can't resist giving her so many tickly neck kisses
If you really get her laughing, Charlie will eventually bleat like a goat, much to her own embarrassment
Mainly tickled by Vaggie, Lucifer (when they make up), and Alastor.
She's all for any kinds of tickling: Soft, rough, games, doesn't matter, she'll love it.
Most of the time she asks when she's in a lee mood, but sometimes she likes to play around and annoy people into tickling her.
Absolutely screams when Vaggie tickles her with her wings (Once she gets those back)
Can be a brat sometimes
"Hehehe... is that... all you got?"
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Felt a little nostalgic about these horses so I drew up my own interpretation of them <3
[Image ID: 7 Digital drawings of the artist's interpretation of the mane 6, the first one, with them all together and the latter images being each character separately. The first one is Applejack, she's depicted as a big and sturdy clydesdale horse. She has an orange coat with light orange sock and nose bridge markings, along with freckles on her cheek and her shoulder blades. She has a dirty blonde mane and tail with both of them wrapped in pony tails. She is wearing a red plaid neckerchief and chewing on a piece of hay. The next is Pinkie pie who is short and chubby like a cute pony. Her coat is light pink with her mane and tail being a darker pink with a coily hair texture. She has afro puffs that are wrapped by yellow and blue beads. She's also wearing a variety sort of kandi bracelets on her front hooves, one that spells smile, and another carrying cute smiley faces. A kandi necklace on her neck features beads all shaped as the elements of harmony and their respected colors. Rainbow Dash comes after. She's lean and sporty looking, wearing sports wristbands on her front hooves and goggles on her head. She's light blue with dappled light blue markings on her flank and on the back of her neck. Her mane is short and rainbowy, with the back of it like a mohawk. Her tail also sports a rainbow color with wit shaped like lightening. Fluttershy is tall and competes with Applejack in height. She's got a long horse face with a light yellow coat, and a wavy long pink mane and tail. There's all sorts of leaves, twigs and flowers in her hair from spending a lot of her time outdoors with helping animals. She also is wearing a green poncho. She has a muddier yellow muzzle, flank and legs. Rarity follows after, being petite and curly. She has a beauty mark on her left cheek she's wearing makeup. She has a clean white coat, and a curly purple and pink mane and tail. She also has a unicorn beard and a small unicorn horn. She's wearing a diamond studded collar around her neck and earrings. Last is Twilight and Spike. Spike looks very similar to his official g4 design but he's slightly pinker. Twilight is short with a purple coat that has light purple diamond markings on her muzzle, chest and legs and facial acne on her forehead. Her mane and tail are straight haired, being colored dark blue with stripes of a light purple and pink. Her horn is longer and more impressive and she also has a unicorn beard along with her alicorn wings. She is wearing glasses and looking over at Spike. /.End ID]
#digital art#my art tag#artists on tumblr#mlp fim#mlp g4#my little pony#my little pony friendship is magic#twilight sparkle#rarity#mane 6#mane 6 redesign#applejack#spike the dragon#fluttershy#rainbow dash#pinkie pie#mlp#mlp fanart#mlp art
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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 also never takes off her party hat, she says it’s because 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 patches 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. So when she’s not wearing something festive, you can spot her wearing her personal favorite pair of safe earrings!! She absolutely loves hoops, and would get colorful ones if she wasn’t allergic to them.
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 spotted 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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A Sneezy Season at Santa’s
Chapter 2: The Last Straw
Info About This Choose Your Own Adventure
“Oooh, the reindeer stalls! Good choice,” Cherry said. “I bet Cam’ll be happy to meet you, especially if you like animals half as much as they do!”
Instead of walking through the gate, Cherry leads you around the main building of the workshop, to a smaller, wider building a few yards away.
“I do have to warn you, though, Cam is kind of finicky about the reindeer, especially around the holidays. A few elves have spooked them on purpose…they haven’t trusted many people in there since then.”
You ask if they’d mind you being in there.
“Oh, not at all! As long as you’re with me, at least. I told them I’d be showing a new elf around…”
The stable, like most of the buildings at the Pole, was painted a cheery red, with intricate white trimmings and small marks of age — a few initials carved into the side, scratches from equipment, dents that had been painted over.
Cherry knocked with one gloved knuckle on the front of the stable, then slid the gate slightly ajar, peeking her head in.
“Cam?” she whispered.
She motioned for you to follow her as she stepped inside.
“I’ve got the new - well, hello, sweet girl!”
As you make your way inside, you see rows and rows of stalls, strangely empty, but kept very tidy. In fact, the only reindeer was a smaller doe, knelt in a pile of hay, which Cherry was now gushing over. She bent down, making kissing sounds and rubbing her fingers together.
“Aw, such a cute little reindeer! Yes you are, yes you are!”
The doe lifted its head. Its ears pinned back, and the fur on its back began to rise. Cherry began to back away.
“Woah, woah, hey - ”
The reindeer bleated, suddenly rising to its feet. It stomped its hooves, its head bucking and shaking from side to side.
You back against a stack of hay. You’d only seen reindeer on brochures, or grazing in the distance on a morning sleigh ride.
But never this close. Or as angry.
The doe lifted itself on its hind legs, front legs kicking in the air as it bleated again. Cherry put one foot behind her, lifting her arms and spreading her fingers wide.
“Hey…shhh…it’s okay…”
The glow around Cherry grew brighter once more, and the reindeer lowered itself again, shaking its head. Though it was still stomping one hoof against the old wooden floor, the doe seemed to calm.
You ask her if she’s okay. Cherry smiled, still keeping her arms raised.
“Oh, yeah, I’m okay. Honestly, it was my fault. I should have asked Cam before trying to get close. I’ve never seen this one before-”
“Whad habbened? Whad’s g-goin’ on?”
The door on the other side of the stable slid open, and another, taller elf shambled in with a hand covering the lower half of their face.
“Cam, I’m so sorry, I-” Cherry began, but Cam cut her off.
“Whad did you do?” Cam said, stalking towards you. Even with their face red with anger, their strained voice stayed quiet. “Whad’s the big idea, cobin’ in here and spookin’ my reindeer three weeks ‘fore Christmas?!”
You stammer, trying to explain. Before you could, though, Cam suddenly covers their face with their hands, and crumples in on themselves.
“hhhh’KTKTCH! KTTCH! KTTCH! KTTTCH!”
Cam sneezed and sneezed, painfully stifling them into their red gloves. Cherry takes this opportunity to intervene.
“It wasn’t their fault, Cam,” she said gently. “I was the one who provoked them. They were just so cute sleeping in the hay…”
She gave them a sheepish look.
“…I couldn’t help it.”
Cam sighed, finally getting their nose back under control.
“‘S not your fault. Aurora’s ndew. While Belle’s out trainin’ the rest, I thoughd I could let her get used to the stables. Bud she’s still a little jumpy - hhh’KTCH!”
Cam sighed, still keeping their hand over their nose.
“‘Course my allergies decide to act up just whed I try to settle her d-down…”
“Cam has a terrible allergy to hay,” Cherry explains, shaking her head. “But, of course, they won’t work anywhere else.”
Cam sniffled indignantly. “I’ve raised these reindeer since they were colts - snf! - nobody else knows how to take care of ‘em.”
“Did you at least take your allergy medicine?”
“I was out all night with Blitzen…got stuck in that bramble again. I didn’t have t-tibe to - hhh’KTTTCH!”
You cringe. Cam’s stifles are only getting more painful.
You decide to make a suggestion.
#snz#snz kink#snzblr#snz things#snezblr#snzario#snez kink#snz scenario#snezario#snz fic#snz fucker#snzzzzz#snzfucker#snz fet#snz blog#whump
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"Okay fillies, first order of business!"
Taffy squawked in her usual shrill voice, squeezing her pillow tight to her chest as he snuggled in with her two best gal pals.
Blue was much too busy re-clipping her mane behind her ears to pay attention, so it would be up to River to begin.
"Any interesting news from you? Manic Pixie Dream Mare over here is lost her in own reflection like usual."
“Taffy, I cant believe you didn’t go first!” River exclaimed. “Do you not remember all the juice we got from the family reunion two weeks ago? The stories we could tell about that alone!”
Taffy rolled her eyes and attempted to stifle her laughter into her pillow.
"Oh stop it you!"
She said when her head popped up, trying to rack her brain with what to share first. At this point Blue began to pay attention, looking between them both with a cocked eyebrow.
"Wellll I did hear that a certain somepony got into a fight with Aunt AJ again, right in front of everypony! Summer is such a hothead! What was it about this time? She was lurking around and Jackie told her to kick rocks and find something to do!"
Taffy started slamming her claws into the pillow to mimick stomping hooves.
"I swear Blue, she was wailing like a foal! What were you up to River? The rock farm is pretty big, I didn't see you too often."
“I was getting the scoop from Varmint, of course! She was mostly showing off her snakes as always. Brackish practically begged to hold one, like it would really make him more of a stallion! Varmint knew what she was talking about when she said it would bite him. She’s not an expert for nothing-“
River quickly took notice of Blue. “What’s got you blushing so hard, darling?”
Blue was blushing hard, her coat was a gentle cornflower color but her cheeks were bright electric blue. Her words stuttered out between her lips as she put one hoof over her eyes to mask her embarrassment.
Taffy yanked her arm away and got in real close to her face.
"You have an ooey gooey fillyhood crush don't youuuu!"
"No I..."
"She gives you butterflies in your stomach-"
Taffy began to whisper into her ear.
"-makes you feel all slithery like a snake?"~
At this Blue began to kick and fell over onto her back, no longer able to stifle her childish laughter, Taffy being pushed back onto River.
"Okay okay! You got me! She's just so smart and brave and strong! Varmint is like Daring Do or something, but cuter and cooler!"
“Cuter and cooler than Daring Do, you say? She must be special indeed!”
River quipped, leaning in with a smirk.
“You’ve got it baaad, girl!” Taffy laughed along.
“So when are you asking her out? There’s no other way she’ll know~”
"I just mean that she uh...she's very brave, choosing to surround herself with that kind of stuff-"
It was clear Blue was stalling as she struggled to come up with an excuse on the spot.
"-WHICH IS WHY I CAN'T BOTHER HER!"
She suddenly blurted out. Taffy, queen of bothering ponies, butted in right away.
"Why not? If she’s a professional, she should be prepared for any distractions. Pretend your pet snake you don't have is sick or something!"
Blue, speechless and mouth agape, turned to River with a 'do something' gaze.
River, of course, didn’t help Blue’s case at all.
“What a marvelous idea! Get her talking about her snakes so you can get her where she’s most comfortable, then you can strike. We can even get you a snake to be your ‘pet’ if you want to be truly convincing.”
A sly grin spread across her face.
Blue proceeded to shove her face into the pillow, her face barely high enough for her voice to be legible.
"Fine. If she kicks my tail for wasting her time it's YOU GUYS’ fault."
...
"I want a cute little cornsnake."
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#KindsArt#auraverse#tail curling#blue velvet#saltwater taffy#river morganite#story piece#next generation#my little pony#mlp fim#mlp g4
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Agi Says It's Starlight. Right Now.
And here's a little fic under the cut ;)
Estinien Varlineau knew something was off when she received a package at the Mist house, let out a scream of joy, and ran upstairs.
Perhaps “off” is the wrong word. “Deeply concerned” is more accurate. “Unsettling” works too.
“Mummy’s planning something, Es.” He muttered, watching their daughter crawl in circles around him. “She’s got that…look. You know the one.”
Esme continued to babble happily.
“Aye, she’s up no good I agree.” Crossing his scarred arms over his chest, he smiled at their daughter.
“OH MY FUCKING GODS! LOVE, YOU MUST SEE THIS!” Agnes yelled as she bounded down the stairs. Esme stopped crawling and squealed, pointing at her mother.
Estinien froze.
She sauntered to him wearing her very short Starlight dress that shows off her Starlight ham thighs but instead of the usual tights and boots, she had on reindeer hooves, mittens, and antlers. With a bloody red nose, for Fury’s sake. “It’s that time of year again, my grumpy dragon.” She practically sang and did a twirl for him. “Doesn’t Mummy look so pretty, Esme? And don’t worry, my little love, I have a dress and accessories for you too!” She picked up the baby (is she still a baby if she’s over a summer old?) and cooed at her. “You’re going to look so fucking cute in your Starlight outfit. Even more than last year!” Turning to her husband, she giggled. “Oh dear, I think your father needs a moment.”
Varlineau, this isn’t all bad. On the positive side you’ve got Agi in a hot dress showing off her legs and thighs. Her tits look amazing in everything she wears. She is, as always, undeniably adorable and pretty.
On the other hand, Starlight is her favorite holiday, and she lets literally everyone, man and creature alike, know it. She bakes a billion things, but few of them are ours. And fuck…she’s going to make me dress up.
“I can see the wheels creaking along in your head, love.” Agnes teased and gave Esme’s tummy a tickle.
His face was in his hands as she laughed. “Agi, you know I love you so much…but it’s not even the month of Starlight!! We barely just got over All Saints’ Wake!”
Agnes smiled ruefully. “Well, I did promise myself that this year would be more relaxed than last year. Starlight Eve and the day itself it’ll just be the three of us.” She frowned and kissed Esme’s head. “I know so much of last year was overwhelming for you. I-I…you should enjoy it in your own way, and I shouldn’t accept every invitation I receive.”
I truly am the luckiest man on the star. Estinien lifted his head and for a second, admired his wife. There are none more blessed than I. Because of her. All because of her.
“Love?”
He blinked, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Sorry. Was just thinking,” he smirked as he walked and circled her. With his lips against an ear, he whispered, “Thinking about how beautiful you are, my angel.” And give her a nice ass tap. As a treat!
Giggling, she rolled her eyes. “Gods, you are something else, Estinien. So grateful to be free during Starlight and so turned on by your wife in a Starlight reindeer ensemble. What a combination!” Agnes gave him a quick peck before handing him Esme. “Though I should say technically it won’t be the three of us.” Her eyes are twinkling. What’s she planned? “It’ll be the five of us.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Five? Your mother and…?”
Aymeric?
Y’shtola?
Waters? No, he wouldn’t come without Urianger.
G’raha?
Not Little Lord Alphinaud and Alisaie.
TATARU??!?!
Her hands rested on her soft belly. “Five. We’re having twins, love. Y’shtola saw two little balls of aether this time.” She smiled at him just like she did when I proposed. Fury, how radiant she was then and continues to be. “Our little family isn’t going to be not so little anymore.”
Glancing at Esme, who was staring back up at him with the cutest fucking smile in the world, he grinned. “You hear that, Es? You’re going to be a big sister twice! How about that, eh?” I MADE TWINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wrinkling her nose, she removed the reindeer headband and put her glasses back on. “I think she’s very excited…but what about you?”
He grunted. “Woman, as if you have to ask. I’m very happy, my sweet.” I. MADE. TWINS. They shared a brief kiss and then Estinien laughed heartily as Esme giggled. “Es, Mummy’s having twins! Could she tell what they are?”
She shook her head. “Not yet, love. In another moon or so I think. Why, do you have any preferences?”
“Nay, only that they’re healthy. We could have a dozen sons or daughters, it matters not. The only thing that matters is you. You’re the one having them after all.” He looked at Esme. “Mummy has them, so Mummy decides when she’s done having them. Got it, little one?”
His wife chuckled. “Oh good gods, it’s never too early to teach that I suppose. Hey,” she offered him a warm smile. “I love you.”
“As I ever love you.” Always and forever, Agi.
#agnes currai#estinien varlineau#wolstinien#estinien x wol#agnes varlineau#these two dorks#hyur highlander#hyur wol#plus size warrior of light#plus size wol#esme varlineau#esme is a daddy's girl
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i have 3 designs for humanoid designs of the sonas....mine looks like a little goat and has these little antennei (if thats not spelt right imma be so pissed) with little fuzz balls at the tip that act like sensors. the design for you is a bit different as you have skinnier ears with tufts of fur at the tip as mine look like the christmas particle's ears, instead of hoofs you have paw like a lynx, you have horns that are very sharp. Ash's is a mix of both designs, she got hooves, horns with fuzz balls, and big ears with the fur...the tail on mine and Ash's sona are like a lion as you have a little spike in a similar shape of the genloss symbol as your sona is genloss style and im boober. Ash is both
no cause i get it though- those sound so cute :[ /vpos
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Miraculous Ladybug Redesigns
So I've taken upon myself to redesign most of the new looks that have come out is season 4 of Miraculous 😅
I had completely accepted how bad this show was and how much a of a dumpster fire season 4 had been thus far but as an artist, Penalteam was the last straw. Also, I've already posted my redesigns for Marc and Nathaniel here.
I also really appreciate the love the comments, reblogs and likes I got for those redesigns. It really helped encourage me to keep on with these. So thank you 💕
Also just to note it here, Juleka's super-outfit is the only really great look to come out of this season but I would've named her Panthera than just Purple Tigress.
Let's Go! I wanna die
Dog Sabrina
She was the one I did right after Marc and Nate because her look was the most atrocious and as much as I don't have any feeling towards her character, I can't let it stand.
I'm never gonna let go of the fact that her final design in show was just her civilian clothes in a different font. Not to mention that UGLY-ass hat with the ears glued on.
So in my redesign I made her hair to be the ears and instead of giving her a literal collar, I gave her a belt to look like one. The miraculous itself is just hidden under the turtleneck.
I gave her 2 little tennis balls instead of one so she can throw them as weapons like Erina from Dingo Doodles' D&D story (if you don't know it, you can see it on YouTube.) I like to think that the balls can magnetize back into her hand like Captain America's shield and if you look closely you can see the palms of Sabrina's gloves are white.
Miss Hound is just a no for me in terms of names. Honestly, Miss Mutt would've been a better name. But overall I decide that Sabrina be renamed "Cavalier," which is a breed of dog that looks strikingly similar to how I ended up designing her.
Ox Ivan
His superhero look was once again, another look that was just fine but I'm upset they made his suit gray when the ox is literally the only hero that's blue. Also he looks like he's wearing a winter coat and the fact that they didn't change his hair despite how distinguishable it is, kinda makes me mad.
I kept the shoulder bits because I thought it was nice but flattened out the rest of his torso. He's already big and bulky, he doesn't need the extra padding.
I actually really like the superpower they gave him but the name Minotaurox is a mouthful. So I decided to rename him "Bullock."
Pig Rose
As cute as her design is in the show, I still had problems.
Mostly her bangs and the tutu. I didn't think a tutu was even really miraculous canon to how the hero costumes work and honestly, it still doesn't feel like so. Plus it was a slightly different shade of pink from the rest of the suit which is irritating. She looked more like she was wearing the miraculous of the lolipop than the pig.
So I 1) made the hoof patterning on her feet to be a dark brown so it looked like actual hooves. 2) Moved the lolipop thing from her chest to a belt buckle and made it look like a pig snout. 3) Changed her bangs to be more flattering and the pigtails to look more like pig ears. 4) Flip the colors on her mask.
Idk what the designers were thinking with Rose or Sabrina that made them choose to put the white on the top half of their masks. It's practically a rule of thumb that you put the darker colors on top because otherwise it looks like cancer. And it does, it makes Sabrina and Rose' eyes look sunken in and like they have cancer.
I mean can you imagine how the Hex Girls would look with their lip colors flipped?
I rest my case.
I did keep the swirls in her arms and legs because the curls are clearly supposed to be in reference to pigs tails. I didn't change her name or power. Pigella is a cute name and while her power isn't spectacular, it can be useful for distractions in battle.
Also I just didn't feel like drawing the ankle bracelet. I'm tired.
Bee Zoe
I hate this character's existence entirely but we'll ignore that for the sake of focusing on the art.
In her canon design, not only were the random black bangs stupid but she doesn't even remotely resemble a bee or wasp. She also has more black then yellow in her suit+hair and looks more like a villain then Queen Banana did. Also hate the shirt/pants color ratio and those dumbass sneakers.
So I cut off her bangs, gave her a thigh-high boot look and the same gloves Chloe had. I also kept the suit the same shade of yellow as Chloe's because the fact that they made Zoe's a warmer shade of yellow is not just such a copout, it actually makes her less distinguishable from the other heroes with gold/yellow.
I did take into consideration that the original designers were clearly trying to give Zoe's stripes a V shape to them since her name is Vesperia. So I kept that when rearranging the stripes in my redesign.
It's a much more simple design which is actually a blessing because it's on par with Queen Bee's and even Ladybug's looks. Her canon design has so much going on that it's a mess.
So I hope you like this
My redesigns will forever be canon in my mind/au because what is canon just sucks and I hope you enjoy this art post.
#miraculous ladybug#miraculous redesign#redesign#this show needs immense help#vesperia#pigella#minotaurox#miss hound
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Something the Cat Dragged In
Summary: It's been almost a year since Lambert's seen Aiden.
He's likely not interested anymore, even if Lambert had done his best to curb his sharpest edges, keep him coming back. It hurts and he tells himself it doesn't. It's better than the alternative. Better than Aiden hurt...or worse.
Then he finds the cat.
Pairing: Aiden/Lambert
Rating: Teen
Warnings: None
This is for @contemplativepancakes who asked for a comedy of errors. I am awful at that, but I’ve been assured this is funny, so. Please enjoy!
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It's been almost a year since Lambert's seen Aiden when he finds the cat.
Or more accurately, perhaps, the cat finds him.
It's been about two weeks since he set out from Kaer Morhen to the clearing where he usually meets Aiden. He hadn't shown last year and Lambert hadn't been able to find him, even keeping an ear out for word about a tall, dark-haired cat witcher too nice for his own good.
He's not sure what he's hoping for this year, or at least he's not comfortable admitting to himself what he's hoping for. He likes Aiden, but they don't need to travel together. He's sure he's fine, he's just...busy.
It doesn't make the ache in his chest any easier to deal with, but he pretends it does.
Regardless, he heads for their meeting spot and sets up camp. He'll wait a week and if Aiden still hasn't shown after that, well.
He's fine. He's just...not interested in Lambert anymore, probably.
That hurts worse, somehow.
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The cat shows up the second morning Lambert's camped out.
It's a skinny thing, sleek black with a patch of white on his chest and haunting green eyes.
Lambert wakes up to the creature nestled between his calves and startles, upsetting the cat who mews his annoyance and bites his foot. Lambert shoots out of his bedroll after that.
"What the fuck?" he asks the cat, who eyes him with distaste but doesn't move, and Lambert figures, well. The cat will leave on its own he'll just...wait.
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The cat doesn't leave, and it's starting to freak Lambert out, just a little bit.
When he settles down to eat, the cat creeps from his bedroll to sit by his boots and stare with big, green eyes that remind him of Aiden. He shoves that thought from his head as quickly as it arrives.
"Cats don't like witchers," he says, as if the cat might have forgotten, but he doesn't move, just sits and stares at Lambert's jerky.
"Are you just hungry?" he asks, and, after a brief hesitation, he snaps a small piece off and offers it to the cat. The cat, for his part, briefly sniffs the offering before taking it into his mouth only to drop it on the floor and bat it around like a toy.
"Really?" he asks the cat, but the cat doesn't seem to care about Lambert's none too silent judgment, just continues to amuse himself with the bit of food. Lambert only hopes the little creature will move on, and quickly.
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It keeps trying to creep into his bedroll.
"You can't sleep here," he hisses, shoving the little creature away from his feet for the third time in as many minutes. In response, the cat hisses and bites, sinking its sharp little teeth into Lambert's calf.
"Son of a bitch." The cat stares defiantly at Lambert over its mouthful of flesh as if daring him to retaliate. Reluctantly, he can admit the little thing has gumption.
"You're mean you know that?" he asks the cat, who, when it becomes clear Lambert isn't going to continue fighting, lets go of its mouthful and steps daintily over his leg to settle between his knees.
"This is only for tonight," he says, huffing irritably, "and only because you're such a little dick." The cat ignores him, settling down and beginning to purr softly. Lambert pretends that doesn't make his heart swell.
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Lambert can't bring himself to disturb the cat when he wakes so he just...lays there and lets the little beast slumber.
He tells himself it's because he doesn't want to be bit again. It has nothing to do with the fact the cat is small and warm, and the weight of it against his shins is comforting.
It's fine until the little creatin begins to chew on his toes.
"I thought you were asleep," he hisses, twitching his ankles to dislodge it. The cat only delights in the movement, pouncing after him. Lambert groans.
"When are you going to get lost?" he asks, hauling himself up and depriving the cat of their game. He's not expecting the small thing to sit back on its haunches and merp softly at him. Slowly, he stills.
"You wanna say that again?" he asks, and the cat meows plaintively. Staring at him like this, he's reminded again of Aiden. The eyes, the color of the fur so close to the deep black of Aiden's own hair, and the jagged, mangled left ear, just like--
Something like ice settles in his veins.
"Aiden?" he asks tentatively, and the cat meows delightedly, striding forward to wind between his legs. Lambert crouches to put himself on level with the cat again.
"Tell me I'm not crazy," he begs. The cat just stares at him before headbutting his knee. Without thinking, he raises a hand, running fingers meant for killing back through silky fur. Beneath his fingertips, the cat kicks up a purr again.
"Fuck, it is you, isn't it?" he asks, scratching gently at the base of the mangled ear just to listen to the way the cat--Aiden, it's Aiden--purrs his pleasure, head tipped into the contact.
"What the fuck am I gonna do with you?" he asks. Aiden, too distracted by Lambert's gentle caress, isn't in the least bit helpful with an answer.
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If Aiden is here, there's no point in sticking around camp and waiting any longer, but Lambert still feels off-kilter and he did budget a week's worth of resources for camping, so he’ll just...he'll just give it another day or two. Just until he feels a little less like he's losing his mind.
He feeds the cat the bits of the fresh rabbit he caught the night before for breakfast and the cat does eat that, quietly delighted with its little meal. And now that he knows it's Aiden...
"Do you have any idea how worried I was last year?" he asks, petting down his lanky back and enjoying the way he arches into it, purring again, "I thought...uh," he can't quite say it. The I thought you were dead or the I thought you didn't want me, bit. Both hurt.
"Anyway," he mumbles awkwardly, "how long have you been like this?" Aiden just makes a little chirping sound and headbutts his hand again to get him to pet him. Lambert sighs.
He spends the day charting out a path to the nearest mage who might be willing to help. He's pretty sure that would be Triss where she’s been staying in Ard Carraigh, even though she's more than a two-week ride away. She's helped Lambert in the past, he figures she's probably his best bet now, too.
"What do you think, Aiden?" he asks, but the cat is napping curled up on top of one of his saddlebags and otherwise unhelpful. Lambert is pretty much on his own.
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That night is a repeat of the night before, Aiden curled up across his shins and purring sweetly. As he lays staring at the stars and trying to sleep, he can't help but wonder how much of Aiden is...present, for lack of a better term. The cat acts like a cat, except he's eerily like Aiden in appearance and the fact that he's...he's fond of Lambert, apparently. He'd known, immediately, Lambert would care for him. He at least needs to get him turned back, proved that Aiden's instincts there had been right.
He falls asleep worrying about it.
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Traveling with Aiden as a cat is...not as simple as it should be.
"If you won't stay in the god damned saddlebag, you at least need to hold still," he hisses wrestling the cat into his lap. Aiden’s been trying to walk the length of his horse as they ride, and the prick of his claws is making Cinnamon nervous. Lambert doesn't want to be thrown from the saddle, so he's got the cat under the arms, holding him to his chest as he wiggles in an attempt to get free. Aiden is clearly not amused by the situation.
"You bastard," Lambert hisses when Aiden takes a chunk out of his arm through the thin cloth of his shirt, unprotected by his bracer or jacket, "Aiden would you, fuck--" the cat yowls and Lambert jerks Cinnamon to a halt. "What?"
Before he can figure out what's wrong, Aiden's lept from his arms, landed gracefully on his feet, and bolted into the trees.
"Aiden, wait! Fuck," he hisses, and the next minute, there's a click of hooves and--
"Having a good morning, Lambs?" Lambert whips around so fast his neck cracks alarmingly.
"Aiden?"
He's astride a horse Lambert doesn't recognize, not Sugar, and he looks...he looks...
"You're not a cat," he says dumbly, and Aiden grins, the bastard.
"No, but it's been very fun watching you the last day or so," and oh, Lambert's going to kill him, actually, "you didn't really think the cat was me, did you?"
"I...it was...fuck," he spits, wheeling Cinnamon to march past Aiden's gelding, now headed in the opposite direction. If the damn man is fine, then he doesn't need to go see Triss and he can head back towards Aedd Gunvael looking for contracts as he'd planned previously.
"Aww Lambs, no need to get embarrassed," Aiden calls, and Lambert can hear the shit-eating grin, "I'm just teasing."
"Fuck off," he growls, but Aiden's horse falls into step beside Cinnamon.
"Oh, don't pout on me, Lambert. I thought it was cute," he says, and Lambert can't bite back the words in his throat any longer.
"I thought you were dead," he spits, "or worse." Disinterested. Abruptly, Aiden leans over and catches Cinnamon's reins, pulling them both to a stop.
"Whoa, wait. You thought...what?"
"I haven't seen you in a year," he bites out, horrified to find his throat thick with tears, "what was I supposed to think?"
"You didn't get my letter?" he asks, and then, before Lambert can process that statement, "fuck, Lambert, I'm so sorry. I thought you knew I was working far south last year, I couldn't...I couldn't ask you to come with me, so I left you a note at that inn we drink at every year. Bastards must have tossed it. Fuck."
"So you didn't..." you didn't abandon me, you aren't tired of me, you haven't moved on to something better. He can't say any of that, just goes quiet.
"I didn't leave you high and dry on purpose, no. Fuck, Lambert, how could I?" he smiles, a small, timid thing, "you're the best part of my year, puppy dog, how could I?"
The sincerity in his gaze and his words makes Lambert's face hot, makes his throat tight. He spurs Cinnamon back into motion, and Aiden's horse follows.
"Whatever, you fucking sap." It's the best he can manage without risking something drastic, like tears or his own dopy smile. Still, he can feel Aiden radiating smug energy behind him again.
"Aww, come on, puppy, I just poured my heart out for you, I deserve better than a whatever."
"You did not," he snaps, "shut up."
"Oh, you need declarations of love then? Fine. I--"
"Aiden," he cuts him off, not willing to find out how far Aiden will take this game of emotional chicken, "stop. I'm...I missed you. You're the best part of my year too." He says it without looking at him, Cinnamon a few crucial paces ahead of Aiden's horse. The back of his neck feels hot and he knows he's blushing.
"O-oh," Aiden stammers out, "uh--"
"There," Lambert cuts in, "now you can shut up."
Gratefully, Aiden does.
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Lambert's so relieved about Aiden, he doesn't think about the cat until they stop to camp for the night.
"Do you think the cat's okay?" he asks, and Aiden gives him a long, slow look.
"Why does it matter?"
"Why does it--what the fuck Aiden? It's just a little cat. How's it gonna take care of itself out here? I should have gone after it." He regrets being so wrapped up in Aiden that he'd forgotten the other Aiden, cat Aiden. Not cat Aiden? Fuck, he's tired.
"Cats take care of themselves, Lambs, don't stress about it. He was managing just fine until he found a soft-hearted witcher to feed him, he'll be fine."
"Excuse me, who the fuck do you think is soft-hearted here?" he growls, and Aiden lays his bedroll out beside him and grins.
"Why you, puppy dog. You're the sweetest--" he doesn't let him finish, hooking his foot around Aiden's ankle and bringing him down on top of the bedroll hard.
"Not sweet," he hisses, but it feels like overcompensation even to him, and Aiden just laughs, rolling to stare at him with eyes that are far too fond.
"Sure thing, Lambert."
And if, as they both fall asleep, Lambert shifts closer to throw his arm around Aiden's waist, pull him in closer amidst Aiden's sleepy mumbling, well. It's still cold at night. Nothing more.
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There's a slight, warm weight across Lambert's shins when he wakes.
It takes his half-asleep mind a minute to realize what that means, and then he's sitting up so fast Aiden makes a startled noise.
"Lambert, what the fuck," Aiden husks, but Lambert's not listening.
No, he's focused on the cat curled across his shins, jet back with one mangled ear and a white spot on his chest. He peers up at Lambert with those same big green eyes, and something in Lambert's chest shifts.
"Hey there Aiden, thought I lost you," he murmurs, reaching out to pet across the broad side of the little creature. He allows it for a moment before catching Lambert's hand with his paws and biting, just enough for him to feel it. "Yeah, yeah, I deserve that."
"What are you--oh." Aiden comes up short when he sits up and sees the cat again, nestled across Lambert's legs, "well I'll be damned." He reaches out to pet the cat too, who promptly hisses and swats at Aiden, claws extended, "Oi, fuck, rude." Lambert laughs.
"Guess he doesn't like you much, eh?" His chest feels light as he scoops the cat up into his arms. He tolerates it, although he gives a fretful little meow at the treatment.
"You would find the only cat that stands witchers and get it only to like you," Aiden grouses, but he doesn't seem genuinely troubled about it, "I can tell why you thought of me, though. That's sweet." And that--
"Yeah," he says, unable to come up with something suitably snarky and mean. He sets the cat down, who scampers back over to make himself comfortable on Lambert's saddlebag, away from the indignity of surprise cuddles. He's trying not to look at Aiden's own mangled ear, the one cut round in a rough approximation of a human's, a reminder of how he’s been treated in the past. Lambert had been...so fucking worried.
"You can't keep calling him Aiden, though."
"Sure thing," he says, forcing a grin. He has no intentions of calling the cat anything else and he knows Aiden knows, too, can see it in the fond little crinkle around his eyes, the sweet upturn of his lips, "Come on, we've got a camp to pack."
And if Lambert keeps calling the cat Aiden and starts calling witcher Aiden witcher Aiden just to piss him off? Well. How else is he supposed to know he's loved?
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here’s the mane 6 all together. i went through a couple edits of them until i was happy with them and i think i’m finally set on them now!
fun facts below the cut
when they move in together, fluttershy stocks up on lint rollers. not for fur or dust that you’d expect to see due to her veterinary practice, but because pinkie tends to leave a trail of glitter and confetti. this is especially noticable when she’s bouncing around.
pinkie is an earth pony born with latent chaos magic. this is really rare and exhibited itself in strange ways when she was a foal. as a grown mare, she can control it better, even if it still catches people off guard on occasion.
fluttershy is a flutter pony purely because i heard jenny nicholson talk about it once and i got it stuck in my head. she’s very tall however, super willowy compared to earth ponies (as are most flutter ponies).
fluttershy is taller than both rarity and starlight glimmer, but it’s hard to tell as she keeps her head down and this makes her appear slightly smaller.
fluttershy runs the ponyville vet clinic and is an animal whisperer. she also patches up her more rambunctious friends from time to time.
fluttershy is the begrudging midwife to her friends because some of them are ridiculous and don’t go to the doctor when they should. she is very tired and deserves every cup of coffee she makes them buy her after the fact.
the flutter pony gene is more dominant than most other species genes, so if any non flutter pony and a flutter pony have a foal, it usually ends up being a flutter pony. the only exception are kirin.
rainbow dash is a trans mare
rainbow is the second shortest of the mane 6, barely taller than pinkie. don’t mention it or she’ll destroy your knee caps.
rainbow can also pack away calories like nopony else. do not challenge her to an eating contest or you’ll end up sick and regretting it.
apple jack is average earth pony height which means she’s dwarfed by her flutter and unicorn friends. twilight is on the smaller side of unicorns (as sunset shimmer).
aj is a disaster lesbian. she’s tripped into mud quite a few times around pretty mares. no, she does not want to talk about it.
aj is also well known in ponyville and beyond for being one of the best no holds barred wrestlers around. before she became a mom, she also did some mud wrestling. once she had her foals, she put that behind her if only because it took time away from farm work she didn’t have; she’s still jacked, however.
twilight sparkle is a hornless unicorn, a very rare birth defect. she had to deal with a lot of bullying growing up because of how mules and donkies tend to be the butt of the joke to the average pony. she also had to deal with her tail being stepped on a lot, so as an adult she keeps it tucked to her side.
despite her lack of horn, twilight still has magic abilities. they can be very wild and hard to control due to not having a horn conduit. she spends most of her young life learning how to handle this and becomes one of the most learned unicorns of her time.
twilight is asexual/demiromantic.
rarity is 1/4th mule and gets her long ears from her dad’s side of the family. this has been a topic of rumor amongst the other fashion moguls and like of manehatten. some have even gone so far as to say her horn is fake and other ridiculous claims. rarity would originally just scoff and act as if she couldn’t possibly be related to a mule, but eventually learns her lesson friendship story style after hearing similar rumors about twilight.
the two go on to help stop uhh fuckin discrimination against mules and donkies i guess?? holy shit i didn’t mean to make it a racial allegory but here i am fuck dude, anyway
on a different note, twilight is in a polyam relationship with rainbow dash and tempest shadow. she loves both her girls very much.
rarity is a disaster bi, but in a different way than apple jack. rarity is accidentally an embarrassing asshole to cute ponies and this is what lead to a lot of fights between rarity and other members of the mane 6. the only one who almost never took it to heart was pinkie because she could tell just how embarrassed rarity felt and that she wasn’t doing rude things intentionally. pinkie and eventually fluttershy help rarity stop being such a dunce around cute ponies.
rarity eventually stops dying her grey hair away. she does it out of anxiety, but eventually aj and her friends help her relax a little and understand that going grey isn’t going to mean she isn’t beautiful.
bonus fun facts about other characters i’ve drawn, but haven’t listed here:
tempest shadow is blind in one eye.
lyra and bonbon are happily married.
angel has a love/hate relationship with pinkie. she’s so nice and knows how to brush angel just right, but the mare is taking cuddle time with fluttershy away >:(
starlight glimmer is the only voice i have a headcanon for and it’s heather mcnamara from the off broadway production of heathers. (example)
sunset shimmer is the shortest unicorn i’ve designed so far. she’s shorter than pinkie pie and is an absolute bitch. (i love her.) she is also married to starlight glimmer; they are the bitchy moms at PTA meetings who will destroy you <3
derpy hooves is named ditzy doo in my au. she’s a postpony and scrunchie collector.
dr hooves is named tick turner and he makes and repairs watches and clocks.
bulk biceps is a personal trainer. he breaks his coffee mugs a lot.
ditzy, tick, and bulk biceps are all dating each other in a polyam relationship. for their anniversary, ditzy and tick bought bulk some super nice metal cast mugs; bulk ended up crying a little because he’s a big emotional baby. they love him.
if uve read it this far thank u for listening 2 me. plz talk to me about my ponies i love them <3
#pinkie pie#fluttershy#rainbow dash#applejack#twilight sparkle#rarity#rarity belle#mlp redesign#mlp gen 4#mlp next gen#mlp au#pinkieshy#twidash#tempestlight#tempestlightdash#rarijack#spooky draws
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Tale as Old as Time
A/N: Yes, it's basically Beauty and the Beast. I LOVE DISNEY MOVIES OKAY?
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You shiver on the cold stone of the jail cell, wrapping your cloak tighter around you. How did you end up in the jail cell? A series of long, unfortunate events.
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The door to your shabby home swings close as you prance down the cobble streets, book in hand.
"Little town,"
"It's a quiet village."
"Every day,"
"Like the one before."
"Little town,"
"Full of little people,"
"Waking up to say."
Windows are flung upon as the townspeople peer down at you.
"Bonjour!"
"Bonjour."
"Bonjour!"
"Bonjour!
"Bonjour."
A man with a long white apron proffers a tray of fresh, steaming buns towards you and you snatch one, nodding your thanks.
"There goes the baker with his tray like always,"
"The same old bread and rolls to sell."
He opens his mouth to protest but thinks better of it.
"Every morning just the same,"
"Since the morning that we came,"
"To this poor provincial town."
A man approaches you, tipping his hat.
"Good morning Y/N." You smile at his kind, pudgy face.
"Good morning Monsieur Hogan. Have you lost something?"
"Well, I believe I have. Problem is I can't remember what." He scratches his chin. "Oh well. I'm sure it'll turn up somewhere." His eyes float down to the book clutched in your hand. "Where you off to?"
"To return this book to Monsieur T'Challa. It's about 2 lovers in fair Verona." He snorts.
"Sounds boring."
You shrug and continue down the stone path towards the small town library.
"Look there she goes, that girl is strange no question."
A small band of boys watch you as you walk down the street.
"Dazed and distracted can't you tell?"
"Never part of any crowd,"
"'Cause her head's stuck on some cloud."
"No denying she's a funny girl that Y/N.”
The marketplace is bustling as usual as you slip through the many stalls. The familiar buzz of conversation fills your ears.
"Bonjour, good day, how is your family?"
"Bonjour, good day, how is your wife?"
"I need, 6 eggs."
"That's too expensive."
You sigh, spinning around.
"There must be more than this provincial life!"
You fling the door of the library open to find your second favorite person in the world, T'Challa, dusting the shelves.
"Ah, if it isn't the only bookworm in town! Where did you run off to this week?" He waves the duster at you, making you cough.
"Two cities in Northern Italy. I didn't want to come back. D'you have any new books?" You inquire, leaning over the small collection piled in the corner.
"I'm afraid not," He sighs. "But you may read any of the old ones you'd like."
You pick out your personal favorite.
"Your library makes our small corner of the world feel big." T’Challa smiles.
"Bon voyage!" He shouts as you close the door behind yourself.
"Look there she goes, that girl is so peculiar,"
"I wonder if she's feeling well." A scholar mused as you passed.
"With a dreamy far-off look,"
"And her nose stuck in a book."
"What a puzzle to the rest of us is Y/N."
You hop onto the stone wall of the well, still reading the book, nearly stepping on the hands of the laundresses cleaning on the edge of the well.
"Oh, isn't this amazing?" You twirl around on the stone wall, earning many disgruntled looks from the laundresses. "It's my favorite part because, you'll see." You hop off the stone wall, continuing down the path back to your home. "Here's where she meets Prince Charming, but she won't discover that it's him, till chapter 3."
"Now it's no wonder that her nickname is Beauty,"
"Her looks have got no parallel."
A disgruntled mother says, her fair daughters standing behind her, glaring daggers at you.
"But behind that fair facade,"
"I'm afraid she's rather odd."
"Very different from the rest of us,"
"She's nothing like the rest of us,"
"Yes, different from the rest of is Y/N!"
Peering through his golden telescope at you, Steve Rogers sighs from atop his handsome horse.
"Look at her Sam. My future wife." He hands Sam the telescope who accepts it rather reluctantly. "Belle is the most beautiful girl in the village. Makes her the best." He whispers confidentially, waggling his eyebrows. Sam cringes.
"But she's so... well-read. And you're so..." He looks Steve up and down. "Athletically-inclined." Steve waves him off, setting his horse at a healthy trot towards the town.
"Yes, ever since the war, I felt like I've been missing something. She's the only girl that has ever given me that sense of..."
"Je ne sais quoi?" Sam proffers. Steve scoffs, entering the village.
"I don't know what that means."
"Right from the moment when I met her, saw her,"
"I said she's gorgeous and I fell."
"Here is town there's only she,"
"Who is beautiful as me."
"So I'm making plans to woo and marry Y/N."
The fair girls from before swoon as Steve walks by, who only has eyes for you.
"Look there he goes,"
"Isn't he dreamy?"
"Monsieur Rogers!"
"Oh he's so cute!"
"Be still my heart,"
"I'm hardly breathing,"
"He's such a tall, dark, strong and handsome brute!"
They shriek in disgust as Steve hops off his horse, splattering them with mud. Sam hops off his horse as well.
"It's never going to happen ladies." He whispers as they whimper in distress.
"Bonjour!"
"Pardon!" Steve attempts to push through the crowds to get to you.
"Good day!"
"Mais oui!"
"You call this bacon?"
"What lovely flowers!"
"Some cheese, ten yards, one pound-"
"Please let me through!" He grabs a bouquet of flowers from a nearby stall.
"This bread."
"Those fish!"
"It's stale!"
"They smell."
"Madame's mistaken!"
"Well maybe so-"
You burst through the masses of people, twirling as you reach your home.
"There must be more than this provincial life!"
Steve slicks back his hair, approaching you at a smart pace.
"Just watch, I'm going to make Y/N my wife!"
The town resumes their unashamed staring at you.
"Look there she goes the girl is strange but special,"
"A most peculiar mademoiselle!"
"It's a pity and a sin,"
"She doesn't quite fit in."
"'Cause she really is a funny girl,"
"A beauty but a funny girl,"
"She really is a funny girl,"
"That Y/N."
The townsfolk resume their normal quarrel and haggling as you slip through the flimsy gate and through your cabbage patch. Steve follows.
"Y/N!" You turn to find Steve flashing you what he thinks is a dashing smile. You recoil in disgust, instantly speeding up your pace, hoping to get inside before he can get to you. A flood of hope grips you as your hand wraps around the door handle but a strong arm grips your other wrist and you deflate.
Sighing, you turn to face Steve.
"Yes Monsieur Rogers?" He flashes a greasy smile your way and shoves the flowers into your face.
"For your dinner table! May I join you tonight?"
At least he has the manners to ask, you think.
"Not tonight, no." He deflates slightly.
"Oh. Busy?" You wince, prying his fingers off your wrist.
"Not exactly."
"Oh. Then why not-" You cut him off.
"Listen, I really have to go. Books to read, places to explore, people to ignore." You open the door, sliding in and closing it before he can follow you. "Good bye."
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You sigh with relief, taking a moment to catch your breath before continuing further into your home. A drawing pinned to the drawing board catches your eye. A charcoal sketch of you. Well, baby you to be exact. A smile graces your lips as you tear your eyes away from the sketch and to your father, Tony Stark. He hums a small tune as he tinkers with an elegant music box.
"How does a moment last forever?"
"How can a story never die?"
"It is love we must hold onto,"
"Never easy, but we try."
"Sometimes our happiness is captured,"
"Somehow our time and place stand still."
"Love lives on inside our hearts,"
"And always will."
You wrap your arms around him and he smiles.
"Hello papa."
"Hello Y/N. D'you think you could pass me the-" You roll your eyes, handing him the tool before he finishes his sentence. "-tweezers- Oh. Thank you." He pulls a broken cog from the music box. "And now, something long and thin-" You pull the hairpin from your hair and hand it to him. He glances at it and a smirk grows on his face. "No, no, not quite-" He glances at the machine again. "Actually, yes, exactly."
With a final prod, the music box comes to life once again. The two of you share a small smile before he shoves it into his leather satchel and hauls it outside. You follow him, watching as he loads it into a rickety wooden cart along with a few other items. Your horse, Elm scuffs the cobbled pathways with his hooves, eager to get a move on.
"Well, I'm off to the market dear. Anything you'd like me to get for you?" You smile, leaning against the horse as Tony swings his leg over the horse to straddle it.
"A rose." He scoffs, tipping his hat down to you.
"You ask for that every year!"
"And you bring it ever year." You retort and he smiles, giving you a quick peck on the forehead.
"Very well. A rose you shall receive. I'll see you in a few days!" With a flick of his wrists, Elm starts off at a trot and Tony waves goodbye one more time.
"Be careful," You whisper as he disappears from your sight. With a sigh, you return to the house.
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You throw your dirty clothes into a barrel, adding some soap rinds into the mix before carrying it to the town well and rigging it to a horse which marches around the well. You smile proudly at your handy work. Self sufficient laundry machine.
Leaning against the wooden support beam with a sigh, you pull out your book and start reading. A small voice next to you grabs your attention.
"What are you doing?" You smile at her.
"Laundry. Come, come!" You pat the spot next to you encouragingly. Tentatively, she sits next to you and you hand her the book.
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The pastor storms towards you and the little girl.
"Teaching another girl to read? Isn't one enough?" He sneers. You glare back at him, snapping your book closed indignantly.
"Nothing wrong with wanting to know more."
"We've got to do something about this." His wife mutters.
Before you can comprehend the meaning of her words, a man pulls your barrel of clothes out of the well and throws them to the ground, spilling the contents everywhere. You fall to your knees, scrambling to pick up the clothes as others laugh at you.
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"Wow. You are so beautiful. No wonder everyone wants to marry you. So dashing." Steve whispers seductively, flexing in front of the mirror. Sam clears his throat causing Steve to jump. "What do you want Sam?"
"A certain damsel in distress awaits you." He quirks an eyebrow, gesturing with his head to where you crouch, gathering your sopping wet garments. He turns back to the mirror, slicking his hair back.
"It's hero time. I'm not done with you yet." He winks at the mirror before rushing to you. Sam leans into the frame of the mirror.
"Me neither."
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From the corner of your eye, you spot Steve approaching rapidly. Gathering the last of your clothes, you scurry away.
"Ah Y/N!" You groan at your luck. "I heard you got in trouble with the pastor. S'all right. He never liked me anyways."
You groan in frustration.
"I was just teaching a child to read!" He smirks, sliding closer. You step back.
"The only children you should be concerning yourself with are..." He gestures between the two of you. You arch an eyebrow. "Your own!" You scoff, slipping through the gate and into the cabbage patch. He jumps over the flimsy gate and stomps towards you, squashing at least 4 cabbages. You watch him with barely disguised disgust.
"Look, you know what happens to girls when their fathers die? They end up like poor Agatha, forced to beg for scraps!" He points at Agatha, a rather kind but unlucky woman.
"Well, I'll cross that bridge when I get to it." You reply coldly.
"Look, let me make it simpler for your tiny female brain." He growls. You arch an eyebrow at his choice of words. "Marry me and you will never have to deal with that." You scoff.
"Marry you? I'd rather marry a rock." You slam the door in his face. He sighs, rubbing his face with a calloused hand. Dejected, he walks back to where Sam stands. You glare at him from where you stand on the balcony.
"Can you imagine, me, the wife of that boorish, brainless..."
"Madame Rogers,"
"Can't you just see it?"
"Madame Rogers,"
"His little wife."
You groan in disgust.
"No sir, not me,"
"I guarantee it,"
"I want much more than this provincial life!"
You sprint towards the green hills a good distance from the walls of the village.
"I want adventure in the great wide somewhere,"
"I want it more than I can tell."
"And for once it might be grand,"
"To have someone understand,"
"I want so much more than they've got planned..."
You sigh, running a grime covered hand through your hair before returning to your home.
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You're pulling the ripe cabbages from the ground when it all comes crashing down.
A panicked whine comes from beside you. Your head shoots up to find Elm, pawing at the gate nervously.
"Elm? Where is papa?" Elm rears back, clearly skittish. "Take me to him!
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You arrive at a monstrous looking castle, stone gargoyles with vicious fangs guarding the doors. You gulp, brandishing a large stick. The door handle is cool to the touch, sending shivers down your spine. You enter to find a well lit entrance hall, adorned with brilliant paintings and sculptures, although in the dark, they appear much more menacing.
With a gulp, you continue on, bringing the massive stick a little closer.
"Look Doctor Strange! A girl!" A voice whispers from the shadows.
"Yes I know it's a girl! I can see." A second, older voice snaps.
You whirl around but all you see is a flash of misty blue. Squaring your shoulders, you prepare yourself to investigate the blue wisps when a rough cough sounds out from above.
"Papa!" You race up the winding stairs into a much more sinister looking tower. Laying there on the cold stone floor is your father, his face pale and body shaking with each cough. The cold sunlight illuminates his face and he jumps up, grabbing the metal bars of his cell.
"Y/N, what are you doing here?" You shake out of stupor, smacking the iron bars in a futile attempt to free him.
"I'm here to rescue you." Fear floods his features.
"No! You must get out of here! I'm old and my days are numbered. But you, you're young and you have so much to live for. Go, get out of here before she comes back!" You scrunch your face.
"She?" Massive footsteps echo from further up the stairwell. You raise the stick in front of you. A tall shadow appears on the stone walls of the tower. You gulp, inching forward but the figure stays in the shadows.
"You should not have come," A heavily accented voice rings out and your throat dries up.
"I had to. He's my father. Please, let him go." You call back but the figure scoffs.
"Your father is a thief!"
"Liar!" You cry.
"He stole a rose."
"I asked for that rose!"
An idea forms in your head and you slowly lower the stick. "Wait. What if you let him go and I take his place?"
"No! She means forever!" Your eyes widen.
"You monster! A life sentence for a rose?"
The woman laughs humorlessly.
"I was given a life sentence when I was little. Do you think I deserved it? You may call me a monster but trust me, I've been called much worse." You sigh, the gears in your brain whirring.
"Can I at least have a moment to say goodbye to my father?" The voice grunts and the shadow recedes. "Are you so cruel you won't even allow a daughter to kiss her father goodbye?" The figure pauses but slowly comes back down and into the light. Your throat dries up at the sight.
A beautiful girl in a blood red cape with auburn hair that burned in the torchlight, you felt your ears flush bright red. With a flick of her fingers, a red mist surrounds them and the metal gate swings open.
Your eyes grow wide at the display.
Magic.
You don't have time to think about it however as a strong set of arms wrap around you.
"Y/N!"
"Papa!" The two of you embrace as you discreetly waddle around so that his back is to the cell door.
"Y/N, listen to me. You have so much to live for. I lost your mother already and I can not lose you too. Live your life! Forget about me." He whispers into your hair and you feel a tear slip down your cheek.
"I will never forget you Papa. And don't worry. I will find a way out of here." His eyes widen before you push him through the threshold of the cell and slam the door behind him. He stumbles, falling onto his back, betrayal clear in his eyes.
"Y/N!" The woman stares at you for a moment, disbelief glimmering in her eyes before it disappears.
"You fool." She spits. Your father watches you with wide, horrified eyes. The woman grabs him roughly and drags him down the stairwell, his screams echoing off the walls.
"Papa! Don't hurt him!" A sob escapes your throat as you curl into a ball, wrapping your cloak further around yourself to preserve the warmth.
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You sigh, shivering as a cool gust of wind hits your back.
'Forever damned to freeze in a cell. Some adventurous life this is' You think to yourself as sleep claims you.
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The succubi that are dating Alastor's younger sibling who's just as powerful as him
The succubi dating Alastor’s younger sibling
Verosika
She’s beyond impressed, with you’re power, you could be an overlord! Yet you’re content not being one? Think of the money and power!
She loves to see demonstrations of your power, she takes you on stage with her and has you destroy things, it makes the wildest shows, you can also distort sound so you’re basically a musician with her, you just chose not to sing usally
No one messes with either of you, you are both powerful, and you especially. If someone best you, then you’re brother will be coming for their head
Josh
He loves you, he really does, but sometimes you scare him. You’re so damn strong, but you don’t display your power often, how does he know what your true strength is
He tries to protect you, but you really don’t need to be protected. It’s weird to think how you tend to be the one protecting him
He’s always worried that if you get hurt, your brother will kill him, so he’s very protective of you
Coco
When she first finds out, she questions what you’re family is like. That kind of power isn’t normal to just have, but to have two people from the same family like that? She’s amazed. That’s never happened before
She worries that you’ll be targeted and tries to hide the fact that you’re related to Alaster. He’ll has some pretty horrible folk and she will not let them get to you
Even though you’re stronger than her she steps in every time to defend you, between her and Alastor you’re untouchable
Apple
Oh that’s so cool!! What’s it like being related to one of the most powerful overlords? Do you two get along? Dose he know you’re here? Wait how did you die?
There’s a lot of questions, but this is big news to her! She sees some resemblances between you two, like your abilities and appearance. You have hooves and ears like him, she LOVES your ears! They are so soft and cute!
She wonders if you get along with him, maybe you two haven’t spoken in a while? She’d think you’d stay by his side a rule with him so she’s surprised to see you on your own like a lone wolf
Kat
There is a second of panic when they find out. Can you blame them? You’re related to one of the most brutal overlords who sprung up overnight, and you share the same power?
They are always cautious with you, even though you’re very gentle with them and wouldn’t hurt them. You have great control over your powers and you have to remind them you don’t just use your powers, you manifest them
They like to see what you can do, but from a safe distance. They don’t want to get caught in the crossfire, you know?
Kiki
She imminently want to pull pranks with you. The radio demon plays music where he goes, so she has you do it too and dress like him. You scare so many people this way. It’s hilarious.
You are scary when angry, she knows to not get in your way if your fighting someone, you’re strong and can hold your own without her
She still keeps an eye on you Incase someone tries to jump you, you’re strong, but everyone has a weak point and she wants no one to see it on you
Milky
She doesn’t treat you any different, you’re still you, if you wanted to be treated differently you’d say so. You’re a force to be reckoned with, but you’re still her partner, she’s not going to treat you like a monster
Even though you’re powerful she knows you’re still a person, you have your weak moments and she’s there for you when you’re like that, physical and mental strength are two ver different things, and to have to live up to the expirations of your brother? That’s hell right there
This isn’t a place to show weakness so she’ll help you with whatever path you want, you want to be an overlord? She’ll help. Want to just live a simple happy live? You got it.
Ace
He’s surprised, you’re nothing like your brother, your so much kinder than him. It’s like night and day between you and your brother
He worries that you may not get along with your brother, you two are on equal grounds, you’re more likely to destroy hell itself before killing each other
He’s relived to find out you two don’t fight often, he doesn’t want to see you get hurt, and he knows he’d never be able to stop the radio demon.
#kiki x reader#Kiki helluva boss#Kiki#josh#josh helluva boss#josh x reader#ace x reader#ace helluva boss#ace#milky helluva boss#milky x reader#kat x reader#kat helluva boss#kat#coco helluva boss#coco x reader#coco#apple x reader#apple helluva boss#apple#verosika helluva boss#verosika x reader#verosika
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thoughts about ep 2
MATT HAS GLITTER IN HIS BEARD SIR YOULL NEVER GET RID OF THAT WHY
aww Omar all comfy
wow aabria's earrings are cute as fuck
GOD THAT INTRO IS BEAUTIFUL
"did we leave the baby in the prison" thanks ashley
"well how would you feel if you were a baby left in prison"
you're all going to die to an ankheg. you're going to free it and it's going to kill you.
orym, voice of reason as always.
fearne letting an ankheg loose in the middle of emon would be terrible honey no
oh they're being hella watched
yeah sure ghost the criminal who's got hella eyes on you good idea opal
y'all realize she's gonna track y'all across the continent right?
DEX SAVING THROW? HUH?
LIAM WAS KIDDING BUT HE WAS RIGHT DAMN
"hey! over this way! free shit!"
cannot believe that worked worked
JESUS FUCK LIAM out there with them vax stealth rolls, 23 at lvl 2
hot ppl casting charm person I'm sure this'll go well
they're so stupid I love them
ROBBIE WHY THIS MIGHT HAVE WORKED-
Dorian is fighting this dude and opal is just CMERE LEMME TELL U SMFH
"does a 16 hit?" yeeees :(
"oh no no no it's good it's a bad roll" mood
"I didn't get the memo to not go for lethal SO"
YESS ASHLEY I LOVE USING ENTANGLE
not so much when it entangles the rest of your party
opal is taking this nameless one on a date I love her AAAND SHES TYING HIM UP
does aabria have the snitch is that what she just said?
"Arthur" is apparently into bondage
and exhibitionism
aaaand ELDRITCH BLAAAAAST
"don't look at him! you look at me"
ONWARD TO PYRAH
"it's no gentrified townhouse"
was wondering how long it would take for them to bring suude up.
and dariax is immediately trying to do drugs beautiful
"it's not drugs yet" "they feel cleaner, but they also feel like they're uh, becoming a liquid..."
"Whitestone: is it drugs yet?" Percy would approve I think
fearne is chaotic neutral I love her
SKITTERING??? IN HIS STOMACH??? BRB BARFING
"what's your alignment?" "chaotic neutral" "nah u good"
"eeeigh I don't see a lot of good things that look like.... that..."
orym is the moral backbone of this party this is fascinating
NOOOOO BIG ASS SPIDER superfuck that
of course it's a betrayer god go figure
I FUCKING KNEW IT WAS A FUCKING VESTIGE GOD
KEYLETH OF THE AIR ASHARI LIAM O'BRIEN I LOVE YOU GODS IM SO HAPPY
honestly keyleth would probably know what to do with another vestige idk I trust her judgement go see the ashari
....keyleth could plane shift them to the feywild.... I'm just saying.... oh my god artagan tho whaT IF FEARNE IS RELATED TO ARTAGAN???
"the grapes are fuUUCked"
what's up with fearnes memory what
time is a weird soup and her hooves are made for walking. yeah. okay.
where's poska going.
is she... patrolling and waiting on them? is that what's happening? shes persistent damn
Cha save? why? oh boy warlock stuff?
oh boy warlock stuff
this is the most entertaining warlock dream I've ever seen
"roll for lucid dreaming"
"literally I made this bitch magic and she's telling me to leave"
oh creepy spider queen lullabies no thanks
"something is well pleased by your playing" EW
okay more after the break I'll reblog
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Handholding 27 and Kiss 7 for animal form Spicynoodleshipping?
Affection meme
Aight so i deffo grabbed 'Hand Holding's 7 as well on accident like a dingus so thats what you're getting instead anon (though to be fair i'm not entirely sure how to write 'passionate hand holding' anyway so...)
7. Holding hands while dancing
7. Passionate kiss
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Red Son always got extra affectionate whenever the Bull and Monkey forms came out. Xiaotian didn’t know whether it was because of some sort of suppressed instinct that would make itself known when he was in bull form or if he honestly just liked his Monkey form that much, but it was charming.
Besides, it was nice, to see Red Son so flustered just because he happened to do something that was apparently so much more ‘cute’ when he was covered in fur.
And he could relate anyway, Red Son was absolutely adorable in his bull form! He was bigger than him by like… a lot, first off, so there was the ‘beeg monster’ aspect to it as Xiaojiao would so readily chirp about. Xiaotian was roughly the same size in Monkie and human forms (though Monkey King had told him that the height was more a muscle memory he’ll start gro\owing out of the more he uses it, as even his true form was similar in size to a real monkey.) But all the same it meant that Red Son while they wer eboth in their animal forms absolutely tower over him. It made him feel like a treasured stuffed animal whenever they cuddles, and it was a special kind of powerful to have to drag Red Son down by his collar just for a kiss.
They’d picked today to do ‘animal forms all day’ as something to make Red Son more comfortable with his form in more casual settings, and to help Xiaotian hold this form for longer, but for either of them it was also a bit of a special treat. And right now he had a plan. It wasn’t gonna be for awhile until they had to start considering dinner, so he had some time.
Red Son was reading, and though Xiaotian was curled up at his side, he hadn’t peered over to see what he was fiddling with on his phone yet. Xiaojiao, in a moment truly deserving the ‘best friend in the history of friends’ trophy he’d given her for her birthday last year has helped him set this up a little bit ago, putting a program on his app that would let him hijack the TV speakers without giving anything away until it was playing and then walked him through how to use it. He was pretty sure she’d assumed he was going to be using it to play a prank, and… technically she was right?
He just had toooo… aha!
A soft melody began to hum its way through the apartment, Red Son’s ears flickered back in surprise before his gaze darted down to him.
A smirk began to play at the corner of his lips “I’m just gonna hope that this is you and we’re not about to get cornered by some electronics spirit.”
“Well thats not the best idea, we could be about to fight for our lives here.” Though he made sure to grin right back at Red Son so there wouldn’t be any misunderstanding, standing and offering his hand.
His tail swished behind him and Xiaotian could only hope he didn’t look ridiculous. “But since there’s music, Might i interest the prince in a dance?”
Red Son stared up at him (Him sitting and Xiaotian standing was the only way he could look up at him in these forms) his expression dropped and eyes wide. Before he huffed and gave him the sweetest shyest grin.
“You cheeky son of a bitch…” He took Xiaotian’s fuzzy hand in his clawed one and stood.
It was nice, he normally sucked beyond all comparison at dancing with a partner, yet his tail was helping him keep balance, and even if Red Son didn’t have tough hooves right now, he was sure it would hurt way less to be stepped on by one of his weird feet-hands than it would be normally.
Though he’d been taken aback at first by all of this, Red Son was really quickly starting to get into it. And if he was being completely honest, this whole thing was just something fun he thought he’d surprise Red Son with,and yet he was the one feeling a little overwhelmed.
He could feel Red Son’s every movement against him, pulling Xiaotian close (letting him feel those claws on his lower back and sending a chill up his spine) resting his chin on his head (pressing his face right into his neck and clavicle his enhanced sense of smell determining the differences between Red Son’s scent in human and Bull forms) and other hand still gently cradling his own (so big against his like this) as he quickly took the lead.
“You know for someone who wants to look as cool as you do, you're very fond of being cheesy my love." Red Son rumbled into his ear and another shudder crawled up his spine.
....okay so maybe he was in over his head, so what?
"Is that a bad thing?"
"No, It's cute." Red Son chuckled again and this time he could feel the vibrations in his own chest. "Very cute."
Fuck it. He grabbed Red Son's collar and forced him down to his level.
a special sort of powerful indeed.
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#Letters to vega#spicynoodleshippinng#Vega Writes stories too#LMK Red Son#Qi Xiaotian#man all y'all monsterfuckers/furries go nuts over this true form stuff#affection meme
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Idiot
(Okay so I’m in the mood for some Bill Williamson stuff, so, buckle up darlings! And hopefully I did him justice)
Warnings: a bit angst I think, but major fluff at the end, and Bill being a cute little thang as always (I adore him and his awkwardness)
You scoffed as you watched Bill warm up his gelders, but you couldn’t help the smirk that pulled on your lips “are you really gonna torture the poor boy?” Bil shrugged, an amused grin on his face that you found adorable “if it’ll make him talk, then it’ll make him talk” you rolled your eyes playfully at his statement, following him back to Dutch, Arthur and the poor boy tied to a tree, his pants down around his ankles, and when he saw you come over as well he turned bright red. “D-Does s-she have to watch? Please I don’t know nothing!” you couldn’t help but feel bad for the poor guy, but then you reminded yourself that he was an O’Driscoll, he didn’t exactly deserve any kind of sympathy.
“Ain’t nothing you got I ain’t seen before kid” you scoffed, and when he realized that you weren’t leaving and you weren’t stopping them he only grew more scared, screaming and yelping out what you’d all been listening to for weeks now. “Dutch he’s really givin’ me a headache” you complained and Bill smirked at you “want me to fix it?” you smiled at him “yes please” Bill laughed and brought his heated gelders closer to the poor boy and he finally snapped “okay!! I know where O’Driscoll’s at, a place called Six Point Cabin! I can show you! Just p-please put those away!” Dutch nodded to Bill who put them away, though not in good spirit “aw don’t worry dear, maybe you can geld him some other time” you whispered, causing Bill’s ears to go bright red as he blushed, glancing at you “well here’s to hopin’” you smiled at him.
When Arthur called Bill to ride with him, along with John and the O’Driscoll, you quickly caught up to Bill, catching his wrist “I don’t like it… the O’Driscoll I mean” you whispered low, making Bill scoff “what, think I can’t take care of myself?” he got rather defensive, making you sigh “that ain’t what I’m sayin’, I’m just trying to tell you to-”
“I know how to stay safe, woman! Ain’t gotta be lectured about it from you!” he snapped, making sure his saddle was ready, he didn’t even look at you “Bill Williamson don’t you dare talk to me like that! I’m only saying this because I love you, you idiot! But you’re too busy defending yourself from nothin’ to realise that! I’m asking you to be careful out there cause I want you back in one piece, so help me God! I’m an even bigger idiot than you, but at least I’m aware of it!” you snapped, turning on your heel and walking far out of his sight, leaving a shocked Bill standing frozen by his horse. It wasn’t until Arthur spoke to him that he snapped out of it, seeing both John, Arthur and the O’Driscoll looking at him, making him get flustered “damn woman” he said out loud, though he didn’t really mean it, as he saddled up, going with Arthur.
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You looked to Abigail as she nudged you, Abigail nodding towards the entry to camp, and you followed her look, seeing none other than Bill Williamson with John and the O’Driscoll, but as soon as John and Kieran was dropped off, he rode off again, and you bit your lip, looking down at the washboard in thought. Once again brought back to reality by Abigail, you sighed “I-... maybe I was too hard on him over nothing…” you mumbled, but you knew she heard you, she shook her head “no, you needed to get that off of ya chest, you love him, and you know I know what it’s like to love someone who doesn’t love me back…” she glanced at John and you felt a pang of guilt “I’m sorry, Abigail, at least Bill is with me… John-”
“John is… John, but I know where I stand with him at least, I love him and he doesn’t love me, but he’s still the father of my son. With you and Bill it’s… complicated. You’re together but not an item, it’s confusing, you know?” you sighed at her words, nodding your head slightly, “maybe it was too soon? Sayin’ that I love him, you know?” Abigail shrugged “do you?” you nodded in response, still looking at the washboard in silence “then it wasn't anything but right” she concluded before going back to her chore, making you think for a bit before doing the same.
It had been an hour or so since Bill rode off again, and a part of you worried, and another part of you tried to act indifferent, though that was not going to happen anytime soon. Every time you heard the sound of galloping hooves you turned your head in the direction, hoping it would be him, but it was just Arthur returning, or Charles with a dead deer on his horse. But finally you heard another set of hooves, turning your head to see the familiar horse of Brown Jack and it’s familiar owner on top, Bill Williamson, with a package on his horse. You looked away as he saddled down, hitching Brown Jack and taking the package, you missed the way he scanned the camp, his eyes scanning for you and the quick smile, which faded even quicker, once he saw you, sitting by the girls’ tent, stitching an old shirt that he recognized to be one of his own, his chest filling with warmth at the sight of you stitching up his old shirt.
He approached, thankful that you were alone before clearing his throat, the package, although rather large and not very well hidden, behind his back. You turned to look up at him, narrowing your eyes at him as he had a nervous look to him “if you’re about to tell me somethin’ then just tell me, Bill, I’m not exactly in a good mood today” you mumbled the last part, looking back down you missed the way his look softened and he looked almost guilty “well erhm… I uh-... good thing I got you this then” he showed you the package, making you study it in both curiosity and confusion, he had never brought you any gift, at least not anything else besides a wild flower or two when no one was around to see it, and usually he left before you could even say thank you, so to say that this was a new thing was an understatement “what is it?” he shuffled his feet awkwardly “well… open it up and see” he mumbled, handing you the package and sat down on a box next to you, trying to hide his excitement as you put the old shirt away and began to slowly open the packaging “I uh, felt bad about, you know… so yeah” he muttered awkwardly, clearly an indicator that he thought you took too long to open it, so you sped up a bit.
Pushing the wrapping paper aside, you saw a skirt in your favorite color, it had small patterns of flowers, big and small, woven into it with a black thread. Picking up the skirt, you saw a blouse underneath, pulling that on top to study it as well, it was white, and matched perfectly with the skirt, which was an indicator that Bill himself had not picked it out, the poor guy had no sense of fashion for men, let alone women. You let your hand run across the fabric, a smile making it’s way onto your lips as you looked back at him, pure joy in your eyes. “I-Is it alright? T-the woman at the store said that it would fit, at least I think so…” you scoffed, making him look at you like you had rejected him, but it was only until you chuckled low, now grinning at him “it’s beautiful! Thank you, Bill, I love it” you leaned over and pecked his cheek, causing him to blush like crazy, his ears turning to a whole other shade of red than you had ever seen before “I-I-... well I’m glad you like it a-and I’m sorry, about before” you giggled slightly “it’s alright Bill, you already apolo-”
“No not that… for not sayin’ it back, you know?... c-cause I do, a-a-and when I was in the army I-I remember fellas talkin’ about finding a wife and such when they got outta the army, and a lot joined the army again which I don’t get, but-... what I’m tryin’ to say is that was never me, I ain’t never thought I’d find me a woman, not in the way they were sayin’, marriage and stuff, a-and I still ain’t sure… but-... I-... damn it I ain’t good at talking!” he grew frustrated in the end, huffing annoyed which only made you hide your giggle, though he still heard it and glared slightly at you “I think I understand what you’re sayin’, Bill” you put one of your hands over his, giving it a gentle squeeze, all of his frustration leaving him when he saw the sweet look on your face, now his face was flushed for different reasons, and no longer out of frustration.
“I-.. I really do-... you know… a-and I-I know I ain’t much of a-a-a poet or a romantic but-... I will-... and I just... you know?” you smiled and nodded at him, earning you a relieved huff from the big, tough, army man. You leaned over and pressed a more meaningful peck to his cheek, feeling how hot his cheeks were under his beard, thanks to being so flushed. You looked back at the skirt and blouse, grinning and getting up, Bill looking confused “where are ya goin’?” you shrugged “I want to try out my new clothes” you giggled as he once again flushed. You went into the bushes and changed, coming back out with the new clothes on and the old in your arms, you put your old clothes down on your bedroll, watching as Bill got up, grinning like an idiot as he studied your figure and how the clothes look on you, something that made you blush this time, not him. Bill approached you and carefully, almost afraid of rejection, but his hands on your waist, looking down at you “you look real beautiful” he blushed at his own comment, making you giggle “thank you, Bill” you rested your arms on his shoulders, leaning up and pressing a quick kiss to his lips, when you drew back you saw his eyes were closed, and you decided to kiss him again, only this time he kissed you back, and you couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. “I love you, you damned idiot” you mumbled into the kiss, feeling him smile slightly in return “I love you too, darlin’”. You loved the way he held you, the way he kissed you, the way his beard tickled your skin and lips, how he tasted slightly of whiskey, how he smelt of gunpowder, liquor and something uniquely him, but most of all you loved Bill Williamson, and you’d be damned if you ever let him go.
#Bill Williamson#Bill Williamson x reader#bill williamson x female!reader#rdr2#rdr2fanfic#reddeadredemption
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