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cybilbennettgf · 1 year ago

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—OC QUESTIONNAIRE

tagged by jackie @gwynbleidd i love u so much truly 🫶🏻 i’m doing this interview style tag game for my rockstar girlies (gta, rdr 🤭) cs i do not talk abt them at all ever. if u even care (kidding)

tagging: @ravensgard 🌿 @simply-jason 🌿 @sikoi 🌿 @teamhawkeye 🌿 @jackiesarch 🌿 @corvosattano 🌿 @marazhaiaezyrraesh 🌿 @yrlietlanaevyss 🌿 @rosayoro 🌿 @rvchelking 🌿 and you!! 🩷

NAME: agent jennifer daniels of the federal intelligence bureau, los santos sector 😎.

NICKNAME: jen (do not call her jenny tho she hates that), agent daniels (sarcastically), eye in the sky, various derogatory terms exchanged between her and pretty much everyone she talks to.

GENDER: she’s One Of The Girlies. a girl’s girl in a world of egomaniacal men. “save me, women. save me!”

STAR SIGN: the most sagittarius woman to ever sagittarius.

HEIGHT: 5’10. without the boots.

ORIENTATION: i actually haven’t thought abt it but now that i am, she’s a bisexual queen, leaning towards women.

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: argentinian! born in argentina and has duel citizenship between there and the united states.

FAVORITE FRUIT: pineapple. she eats a metric fuck ton of it, truly. she brings a container of it to work, midnight snack, etc.

FAVORITE SEASON: she’s the most comfortable during a san andreas autumn cs the weather is forgiving towards her wardrobe. —sexy patterned fur coats. knee high boots. she likes the aesthetic and looking expensive and a lot of that is layers and unforgiving textures. summer is good for the other half of her wardrobe tho, being silk button ups. mesh. high heels. low cut blouses.

FAVORITE FLOWER: lupine. she tried to grow a little plot of it at her home in rockford hills but didn’t have the patience to maintain them, so she gets a bouquet delivered once in a while to display.

FAVORITE SCENT: she loves a heady wine scent, like a deep cherry or a gourmand-type. she likes to smell edible.

COFFEE, TEA, or HOT CHOCOLATE: coffee and a cigarette on the balcony every morning. and on her way to work. and when she’s briefing with her colleagues. and when she’s flying. and in her office. and when she’s bothering dave. and when she’s beefing with steve cs she’s bored. and on her way home. and with dinner. and before bed.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: like, 10. she needs her beauty sleep or she will be absolutely miserable in the morning, and make it everyone’s problem.

DOGS or CATS: neither. if she’s gonna be around a dog it has to be her size and scary as hell, but not constantly barking— like a mastiff guard dog.

DREAM TRIP: either back to argentina, or somewhere in the southern hemisphere where she can lay in the sun for 18 hours and get absolutely piss drunk in public.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: she has one silk sheet and a massive down duvet.

RANDOM FACT: she drives a really obnoxious lilac purple pegassi vacca. and it’s unreasonably souped up— neon light kit, spoiler, led headlights, sport tires, custom leather interior, all of it. everything. government money baby. 🤑

NAME: lieutenant eileen carlisle to you 🫵🏻.

NICKNAME: lindy, linds, miss carlisle, the desert hum.

GENDER: she/her, the milfiest milf i have.

STAR SIGN: she’s gotta be a virgo i just feel it in my bones.

HEIGHT: a touch above average for the time, 5’4. but she has the attitude of a woman who is 6 feet.

ORIENTATION: she says she’s straight but that will not stop her from being homoerotic towards women.

ETHNICITY/NATIONALITY: american. she was born in new york city and fled before she was even 18.

FAVORITE FRUIT: she loves a good crispy apple and every byproduct in between.

FAVORITE SEASON: spring, when everything is in full bloom and alive.

FAVORITE FLOWER: wildflowers. entire fields of them. she would sleep in a field of wildflowers— the ground to be her bed, the sky her awning.

FAVORITE SCENT: fresh coffee and leather.

COFFEE, TEA, or HOT CHOCOLATE: she hasn’t been able to get her hands on tea in a long time so she settles for coffee.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: fucking zero genuinely. she can’t sleep on a bedroll, she’s a night owl, coffee keeps her up, she can’t sleep through the gang stirring at the break of dawn, she’s a light sleeper in general. no rest for the wicked, she would say.

DOGS OR CATS: dogs; she was always around them so she welcomes the company.

DREAM TRIP: somewhere cozy and quiet. she’s kinda been sold on the tahiti trip if she’s being honest.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: none. even when she had a bed she would kick it off mid-sleep.

RANDOM FACT: wants to so badly own an orchard and make jams and shit. she wants to be an artisan and make good clean cash :( she thinks it’s too late for her, but she will never not yearn for the fruit.

#oc: lindy carlisle #oc: jen daniels

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mordenheim · 1 year ago

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The Amazing Colossal Mare

(A fun little tale on the last day of Kaijune, written for another amazing, colossal mare, @ask-twizilla !)

A heavy series of booms rocked the air in the town of Ponyville in the early afternoon. A gigantic mare stomped her way through the streets. Her fur was a pale yellow and her messy, wild mane was a bright, almost electric blue. She was dressed in the torn, tattered remains of a dress that had ripped over one foreleg and split in two across her tummy, the lower part of the dress sliding up into a tight little skirt about her haunches.

She stomped to the center of town, standing astride the bridge that crossed the little stream near the center of town. She picked up an apple cart in one of her front hooves and gave it a sniff before taking a huge bite out of it, wood and all. She crunched on wood and sweet apples alike, gulping them down before she glared out across the city at all of the panicking ponies. Letting out a loud roar, she tossed the cart in the direction of one of them, missing the fleeing equine and bouncing the cart off of the ground to smash into a building nearby.

She sniffed the air and snarled as though searching for something. She growled and stomped her hooves at anyone who got too close to her, or that she thundered too close to. Ponies were screaming and running in all directions, some crying out for the town guards to come save them.

Coffee Bean hummed to himself as he trotted around his shop. The wonderful smells of the various roasted coffee beans he was locally famous for were inundating the shop. That, combined with a delivery of fresh pastries from Sugarcube Corner had really made his morning. It had been a bit of a slow morning, but it was mid-week so that was to be expected.

He grinned as he started humming his favorite song in the empty shop, dancing between the tables until a tremor running through the floor made him stumble! He blinked and felt another tremor, his cups rattling in their cabinets. He debated for a moment, then decided that it must be an earthquake! Tossing off his apron, he raced outside in case the building collapsed!

As soon as he stepped out of the door, he froze in awe of the sight before his eyes. It was like his greatest fantasy had become a reality. Just like a scene out of a monster movie there was a giant mare in a tight, torn dress towering over the nearby buildings. She stomped and roared and chased the other little ponies right out of the streets. Giving out a roar that any kaiju would be proud of, she reared up and brought her massive hooves down on one of the houses, reducing it to splinters!

Coffee was speechless, giving out a high-pitched squeak! Somehow, the giantess heard this and her huge head snapped around. She glared down at the poor, shaking pony. His heart was hammering in his chest as she slowly leaned down and gave him a sniff.

He closed his eyes, covering his head with his forelegs as he fully expected to be snapped up and devoured or crushed like an egg. What he didn’t expect was to feel a warm softness all around him. He opened his eyes to see the ground far below, ponies pointing up at him and yelling. Looking up, he saw the smiling face of the rampaging giant pony, no longer angry in the least. She looked calm and serene, smiling as she snuggled him against her fluffy chest.

Unable to believe this was real, he reached out one of his front hooves to touch her cheek. She was so warm, soft, and real. It was almost too much. His greatest fantasy, something he often dreamed about had become a reality.

Unfortunately, that serenity was short-lived. The royal guard had appeared to deal with the rampaging monster invading Ponyville. They hurled spears at her from both the ground and the sky. Pegassi and earth ponies used conventional weapons while unicorns fired bolts of energy in her direction. She let out an ear splitting roar, rearing up on her hind legs to guard Coffee from any stray fire.

When they paused in their assault for a moment, she charged into their midst, scattering them, swatting at ground based and airborne nuisances alike! The guard proved to be every bit as effective as they usually were with invading monsters, as in not at all. She sent them running in all directions, far too scattered to easily regroup!

Then, in the background he heard a familiar group of voices. It was Princess Twilight and her friends! She yelled to the others about the power of friendship and something about harmony breaking the spell that made this poor mare into a rampaging giant. Pinkie yelled about her having captured one of her best customers.

He tried to shout something about not being in danger, but he saw a flash of rainbow colors speeding towards the two of them and everything went white. A moment later he was being gently awakened. He saw a pink blur towering over him and wondered if another giant mare had come to town, but it was just Pinkie Pie standing over where he had fallen on his back. She was waving a chocolate donut under his nose, trying to get him to wake up.

He pushed himself up off of the ground and was distressed to see that the giantess hadn’t been shrunk down by the blast, but had been knocked unconscious. She had been tied to a huge rolling wagon and Twilight was talking excitedly with one of Coffee’s other regular customers, a red-maned zebra scientist named Victor. Taking the donut that Pinkie was practically forcing onto him, he staggered over towards the two.

Seeing him approaching, Twilight immediately asked if he was alright. He nodded and explained that he didn’t seem to be in any danger. It was almost like the giantess had been drawn to him and calmed down immediately when she found him. Until the guards arrived, of course. Twilight shook her head and groaned as she heard yet another account of their incompetence.

Coffee then asked what had happened, why she was so gigantic, and why she was looking for him. Twilight just shook her head, having no idea what was going on. Their magic had always broken any spell or curse that may have caused something like this. They were going to take her to a nearby research facility to see if they could communicate with her somehow, maybe find out how she grew to such a massive size.

Victor rubbed at the black patch covering his right eye before smiling down at Coffee, suggesting that he should come along with them. There was some kind of link between him and the amazing colossal mare and maybe he might be the key to finding out what was going on. Coffee, looking at the giant mare and daydreaming of being close to her again agreed in a a heartbeat!

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ask-de-writer · 2 years ago

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WIND MEETS THE ROM : Part 20 of 27 :

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WIND MEETS THE ROM

Part 20 of 27

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

Cover art by @wind-the-mama-cat

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Writing begun 06/01/18

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Utterly bemused, Wind shook her head and pointed at the enthusiastic horses, “You were so right! Rom seems to be another word for dancing!”

Hanar chuckled a little as she agreed, “I will have to remember that! Marchhare will love it!”

Wind shrugged. “I get it, sort of. Dance is a portable treasure that takes up no room and doesn't need to be packed up!”

Hanar almost stumbled as she turned her head to look at Wind. “I never even thought of it before, but you are right. I was just raised dancing, from earliest foalhood. I will have to tell that one to Marchhare! He probably does know it. He tends to know most things and what he does not know, De Writer likely does know.”

Wind noticed Hoof Dancer pointing over to them. The visitors heads zeroed in on her like lost compass needles that have just figured out which way North is!

As they converged on them, Hanar snickerd, “We are not getting out of this one, Wind! Our evening and a good bit of the night are booked, teaching them sways and slides!”

Wind realized that there were some musicians among the group. Hanar noticed and pointed out, “We aren't going to be the only busy ones tonight! Our players are going to be teaching theirs too. Bet you that some of them are going to want the words to Wind's Wings.

“They do have a few pegassi who are wonderful dancers and will likely be wanting to learn the wing work to accompany the dance.”

Wind nodded. “I see three there. I thought that the Sky Dancers were the only ones. Do these dance in the air, too?”

One of the pegassi in the group around them answered, “No, they are the only ones with that act! We do use our wings as part of our dances, though. We hope that they will show us how to do it right. I heard that Midnight taught them.”

Hanar, leading the way to the dancing green, replied over her shoulder, “She did. Wing work added to sways and slides make an amazing dance! We have so much to explore with this! They go with a lot of our traditional dances too!”

The musicians were there already. Wind was floored by the number of them and the variety of their instruments. One even had a bagpipe!

With horses gathered all about them, watching, Hanar took Wind to the center of the circle. Hanar, chuckling down in her throat, told Wind, “We are still the experts at sways and slides! Come, my dear, and let us show them how it is done!”

The now familiar music started. Wind and Hanar began. The dance that Hanar was leading started out with simple steps, leading into elaborations of them. Around the circle, horns were bobbing not only to the tune but to understanding of what they were seeing.

The music swelled as expert ears picked up the tune and joined in with those already playing. In short order, even the bagpipe joined in.

Hoof Dancer and Black Lotus joined the dance and the Sky Dancers came with them. They began to add their wings to the swirling of sashes. The other pegassi eagerly joined in, following their mentors carefully at first. It was only a few minutes before they were trying improvisions of their own.

The whole green was filled with horses, colts, and fillies all moving to the new music and steps.

Wind was mildly amazed by the simple detail that she and Hanar were surrounded by all of the others. They had a small clear space in the center of the many dancing horses.

Hanar noticed Wind's surprise and, doing a combined sway and slide, told her, “This is how they are giving us credit for inventing the new steps and besides, they can see if we have any more new ones for them!”

Innocently, Wind offered, “Oh, you mean like this?”

She started a sway, flowing from it into a slide that ended in a twirl! Hanar managed to follow the move as smoothly as if they had practiced it for hours!

Grinning, she snorted, “Yes! Exactly like that!”

As they spun about, Wind was hardly surprised to see Hoof Dancer and Black Lotus, perfectly paired off, both up on one hind hoof as they completed their sash twirling spins! The pegassi were using their flared wings to control their rise and spins, getting their freed front hooves to swirl their sashes at the same time!

Wind grinned at the amazing sight of so many dancers all catching her new move and cleverly adapting it to the needs of their several different forms. Shaking her head, she snickered, “Rom really are born dancing, aren't we?”

Hanar pointed out with affection, “You just said WE ROM, dear one.”

“I do know that. Ever since I caught Chugg messing with the Sky Dancers and told him that I am Rom, I knew it was true. I am Rom. I hope to earn my Freedom some day.”

Hanar suddenly pointed toward the musicians with her horn, “Who is that talking to Marchhare? I have never seen any person who looked like that!”

Sparing a glance, Wind held up her golden dragon pendant that Mama Dragon had given her. “That's my Mama Dragon! Let's go see why she is here so early.”

Looking up from her near tackle hug, Wind exclaimed, “Mama Dragon! It is fantastic to see you, but so soon? I thought that I had another few weeks yet.”

Mama Dragon smiled down at her foster daughter and replied, “You do, dear. I thought that you might like to have your arm back. It was not so badly damaged as it appeared and it is ready for you, if you are ready for it.”

She shook her horned head as she added, “The same cannot be said for Soulblade. Using it against creatures like that the way that you did was unwise. I will be some time yet restoring it to a proper trueness.”

Marchhare interposed, “I have an excellent operating room in my caravan, Mama Dragon. If it is practical, I, Hoof Dancer and Black Lotus would like to observe and perhaps assist you in restoring Wind's arm.”

Mama Dragon chuckled, “Certainly. If I didn't know what the inside of your caravan is like, Marchhare, I would think that it might be crowded!”

Wind added her own chuckle to Mama Dragon's. “That took me a while to get used to, Mama. I had to spend the first few nights in it. I never caught it doing it, but it changes size in an even sneakier way than our cottage.”

Mama Dragon's lips quirked up and her eyes lit as she said, “I know, dear. Infinity is a very strange number indeed. And it does not get any stranger than the inside of Marchhare's caravan.”

Hanar, hanging back some, asked, “Can we see it? I would love to see what Wind's arm is like!”

“You must be Wind's friend, Hanar,” Mama Dragon said. “I have been keeping track of my wayward fosterling's activities.” With a bit of a dragon's smile, she nodded to Marchhare.

Proving that Wind was not the only one with a bag of holding, Mama Dragon produced a large box from a small waist pouch. Opening it revealed the metal arm, ready to return to Wind.

Hanar marveled, “That is a wonder of smith craft! I have never seen such fine work before.”

“Thank you, Hanar. It is the result of knowledge, skill and dragon fire. Now, we need to go put it back where it belongs, on Wind.”

Marchhare, Hoof Dancer, and Black Lotus led the way, with Mama Dragon and Wind following, up the steps into Marchhare's caravan. Like always, there was plenty of room. Marchhare opened the door to the labyrinth leading to litterally the whole multiverse. Selecting a door on the caravan side of the red line on the floor, he opened Operating Room One.

Wind was looking forward to seeing it, because the last time that she was there, she was put to sleep before she got to see it! This time, she was reaching for the doorway . . . and woke up in her sleeping stall, just like last time!

There were a few differences this time. For one, Mama Dragon and her hosts were sitting about the caravan's dining table, calmly sipping Rom black tea as they quietly discussed the operation to attach Wind's arm. Marchhare was commenting, “I would never have guessed that nerves could be connected to the metal so simply. Of course those metal connections are amazingly tiny and precise.”

Black Lotus added, “I was more impressed by how you got the magic pathways to connect so that her metal arm's reactions match the flesh one so perfectly.”

Wind stirred, pulling her blanket aside using her left arm without thinking about it. She snorted gently, “I am more impressed at the lengths that you will go to to keep me from seeing the inside of that operating room!”

Heads around the table looked to each other and nodded as one. “What operating room, Wind? Are you sure that you are awake?”

That brought a chuckle from the next sleeping stall. Hanar popped her head up over the wall of the next sleeping stall and said, “You look wonderful, my dear! Those meanies would not let me snuggle in next to you.”

Mama Dragon smiled and replied, “After we examine how her healing is progressing, we will, unless something is wrong. Come here, my Kitten, so that I can look your arm over.”

Wind freed herself from the covers and stood carefully. She moved each of her arms and flexed them. Curling the mechanical hand's fingers some, she extended its claws and then retracted them. Nodding to herself, Wind stepped confidently over to the table. She presented her arm, palm up, across the table for them to examine.

As Mama Dragon began her scrutiny, Hanar noticed that Wind's new arm went all the way up to and a little onto her shoulder, covering and encasing the stump entirely. The way that she was probing and even breathing a delicate fire that sank into the metal, it was clear to the watching pony that what she was doing was far more complex than merely looking with eyes.

She finished with a dragon's smile! “It has worked perfectly, Kitten! I believe that you will have less problem with the occasional aches that you used to have.”

With perfect familiarity, she reached out with a claw and touched Wind in the center of her forehead and breathed a wisp of nearly invisible fire to the place that she was touching.

Her smile became more familiar as she pronounced, “Wind, dear Kitten, you may begin with your manual of arms. Start with the quarter stave. When Hoof Dancer decides that it is safe, you may begin with the short spear and the bow. I know that the bow is not your favored weapon, but for now it will be far safer than letting you near a sword!”

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