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[noone-escapes-the-nowhereking]

Snippet from No One Escapes the NoWhere King way later in the story 💀

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"You were a poet?" You ask curiously. He tilts his skull down staring at you before looking away making a soft hiss noise. Snorting you have a feeling he didn't mean too admit that.

"I..." The Nowhere King paused as the fire in his eyes die down. He wasn't avoiding the question like with other ones he genuinely seemed lost in how to answer. As if he'd forgotten.

"Can I hear one?" You question scooting closer. The NoWhere King stares at you and chuffs looking away instead of answering you. "Please?" You beg.

"Roses are Red,

Violets are Blue,

I'd kill anyone who'd ever hurt you." He says as he stares into your eyes.

"... Maybe another one." You suggest hoping he could muster something a little less creepy. The sentiment was there but the nature behind his words left you a bit uncomfortable.

"Your eyes are so pretty.

Your smell so sweet.

It's comforting to watch you sleep."

Giving him an odd look the NoWhere King doesn't seem to understand how wrong either of those sentences are. "That was... Special." You compliment making him chuff.

"Fine you try." He responds annoyed as he nudges you. Smiling softly you hum thinking. While you wouldn't say you were a poet you had dabbled in art way before the war and your nurse studies. Turning towards him you tilt your head observing him curious. His green eyes stare back and you smile.

"... Your horns stretch to the sky touching the stars as you fly by. Your blackness fills my eyes and your body binds, I am trapped in the murk and all you touch surley is cursed.

Yet theres a light in the emeralds that make up your stare. To your lonliness no one can compare. You have feelings, who would've thought? And here we are. You slowly creeping into my heart." Blushing as you look away embarassed at the hidden confession the NoWhere King clicks his jaw and stares at you before scooting closer.

"Creeping into your heart?" He murmers surprised.

"..." Pushing his skull away he makes a clicking chuckling sound as he settles comfortably next to you.

"Not the worst place to be." He admits before shifting his skull to lay in your lap. Adjusting so he can comfortably settle your hand goes to his skull gently going over the smooth bone.

Not the worst place to be indeed.

[cantstoptheimagines]

Being Friends with Them Would Include…

Summary — Headcanons for Ched, Durpleton, Glendale, Horse, Wammawink, and Zulius from Centaurworld!

Requested by @milkiefresh — can’t believed I didn’t noticed Centaurworld in your Fandom page akehsjbs sooo headcanons of the main protags please 💝

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Nothing but cute, platonic friendship!

Notes ➳ Word Count is 138. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them).

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the herd is honestly the best group of friends someone could ask for!

they’re so much fun to be around 

and they really brighten up your day if you ever feel down 

you know they’d do anything for you

horse is the one you can have more serious conversations with

but if you need some extra comfort, you can always go to wammawink

zulius is the one who knows how to make you laugh since he’s the life of the party

you can always rely on ched to back you up if you need some extra help during a less than favorable situation  

getting into mischief with glendale really brings a smile to your face

and durpleton is the one you can count on if you need someone trustworthy

you really don’t know what you’d do without them!!

[sokkadora]

willow — rider x reader

chapter one: hello rainbow road

summary: after being separated from your girlfriend during a small minotaur army swarmed you two and her horse, you and horse need to find your way home.

a/n: i wanted to post this on wattpad but it feels like it belongs here more?? i think i’m the first mf to write for rider as well so 😭 enjoy???? ALSO. my updates for these series take forever ☹️

wc:

warnings: mentions of war, death, bleeding, guns, and other war stuff… ??

You couldn’t pinpoint exactly when you met Rider if anyone asked you, it felt as if you've been together since you were first brought into the world. But you never saw each other as siblings, since you had no idea of what family really is.

Perks of growing up during the middle of a war.

You were a master markswoman at only nineteen, self-taught, but the best anyone of anyone in the army. You simply watched how the other men did it as a curious and determined kid who hadn't even hit their double digits yet, snuck off with a gun, and taught yourself how to do it better.

That's how you first spoke to Rider, actually. You were practicing with your makeshift targets and she was walking with her horse called— ...well, Horse.

So… creative?

You definitely teased her about it.

She stayed with you and watched, chatting whenever you had to reload your weapon or take a drink of water. She was dorky and had the strangest rambles, but there was this near-instantaneous connection between you two, and you became absolutely enamored with each other, and Horse grew to see you as family too.

You grew up in war, and as such, you became a source of comfort for each other and a shoulder to cry on. Solo mission? The other would be right there with food and water once the other got back. Badly hurt from a mission? The other would be right at the others side with first aid and worried (but loving) scolding.

And if you ever had missions that you had to pair up with someone, it would always be Rider. And for her, it would always be you. As it would be for everything else in life.

You realized you had a terribly obvious crush on her when you were about just in the middle of your teens, and she realized when she was as well. It was painful to dance around her and to ignore your feelings until you both turned sixteen, but Horse definitely dealt with that.

She had trapped you too in the stable closet for hours, patiently waiting outside for some sign of confession. And lo and behold, she got it.

It was awkward seeing Rider, having been avoiding her, but after around an hour and a half of longing stares, lip bites, and awkward one-liners thrown out randomly, feelings were finally spilled.

The past three years with Rider have been amazing, and although you've had your ups and downs, you really love her. Your partner in (war) crime.

Which is where you are now, clutching onto Rider's waist as you and she galloped on Horse out of the abandoned but minotaur-ridden castle to get the Artifact.

The rain pouring onto you was unwanted and definitely not appreciated since your outfit didn't cover almost every inch of skin like Rider's. The girl in front of ripped the arrow off her armor, and took her cape off, handing it to you.

You smiled softly and swung it around your shoulders, and scooted forward, hips pressed together as you pressed your cheek to her warm back. You wished you could be half as warm as her, maybe it was time for a new uniform.

After a little while longer, she scooted away from you and hopped off Horse, and led her across a rope bridge as you gently braided Horse's hair. Once across, she unsheathed her sword and cut the bridge, and you all watched it fall.

She turned back to you and Horse gently patting her before turning to you. "You alright, sweetheart?" She asked gently, walking over and patting your thigh as she looked up at you.

You smiled dotingly at her, and gently placed your hand over hers. "Besides being a little cold and hungry? I'm okay." You reassured and she nodded, puckering her lips softly, signaling she wanted a kiss. You chuckled, and leaned down, pressing your lips to her slightly chapped ones for a moment before pulling away. "You did good back there."

Rider grinned, pulling herself back up, which made you scoot back. "You think?" She asked eagerly, and you nodded, wrapping your arms around her waist again and placing your chin on her shoulder as she guided Horse to keep going. "Thanks, babe. You did great too. I mean that one headshot you got on that minotaur? Crazy!"

You snicker together, and it's nice. It's very nice. You have everything you need right now - your friends together, your sweet, dumb girlfriend by your side making you happy, and it's a nice distraction from the war.

You came upon your village, unsuspecting, but your moods immediately dropped upon seeing it decimated and fire spreading all over it despite the aggressive downpour.

Your heart dropped, and you slid off Horse before Rider, feet carrying you down to it almost unconsciously, hopeful that there may be some—any survivors. But nothing.

Tears welled your eyes, and you furrowed your brows, mouth flattening as you fought back sobs. You looked down to see a small tiger stuffy, and you kneeled to get it. The mud-soaked it, and it wasn't very fluffy, but it was still a child's. And they're never going to get this back again.

This was just a part of war that you had never adjusted to, and you didn’t think anyone ever could. Having those you love ripped away from you in a heartbeat because of you misstep, one mistake — and then, you never get another day with them again.

You heard Horse whinny in distress, stood and turned back to watch Rider begin comforting her, singing their lullaby as they made their way down to you.

Rider has always been good at pulling others out of their own ruts, no matter how impulsive she acted while doing so. She was always able to put a smile on your face or help you feel a little braver when you felt scared or hurt.

Horse whinnied again, but as they approached you, who was standing completely still, tiger clutched to your chest in one hand and Rider's cape in the other.

She gently placed a hand on your shoulder, and you turned to see Horse and her looking worried. You slowly stepped towards Rider, placing your head o. her shoulder as silent tears began falling. She let go of Horse's reigns to hold you tightly, eyes squeezing shut as you cried into her neck.

Horse huffed and nudged you softly with her muzzle, and it got your attention enough for you to lift your head, pulling away from Rider as she kept her hands on your torso. You gently ran a hand up and down her snout, and Rider gently guided you back onto Horse, getting on herself and riding through the burning village.

You settled in an outpost for a few, letting Horse calm down as Rider gave her an apple and you sat down, rubbing your eyes gently as you kept the tiger close to you.

Horse settled, eating some grass off a patch on the ground as Rider made her way over to you, looking worried. You held up her cape to her, and she took it, reattaching it before sliding down a wooden post, sitting beside you.

"Hey," She said softly, and you seemed attentive, even if you didn't respond verbally. Your gaze was locked on the stuffed animal sitting in front of you, your mind flooded with guilt as you pulled your knees to your chest. "(Y/n)."

She doesn't usually use your name, so this caught your attention, (e/c) eyes flickering up to meet her deep blue gaze.

"There she is." Rider smiled, reaching up and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. A tender and comforting gesture that has your face heating up and your heart warming. "You alright?"

A shake of your head tells her all she needs to know. You're an open book for her, after gently taking those walls down instead of trying to demolish them on sight, you've never been scared to wear your heart on your sleeve with Rider.

She moved closer, and placed a hand on your thigh. "We're gonna get through this. We always do. It’s you and me, right?" You nod, turning your head and resting your chin on your knee as your stared up at Rider. "We just need to get the Artifact to the General, and not die."

You started on your way again, but after a few short-lived moments of peace, you were running from more minotaurs.

Rider hopped back onto Horse after tapping the Artifact on her hip, making sure it's still there. You reached back, detaching your rifle from your waist, and grabbed it, unfolding it and turning around to shoot the minotaurs.

Panic began flooding into your veins, but you pushed it down. You and Rider have got this, there was nothing you couldn't handle, right?

Rider took a spear off a fallen minotaur as Horse galloped by it, twirling it over her head and throwing it back at the minotaurs. She pat your thigh — a physical anchor — not to make sure you're okay, just to make sure you're there. That you're real. You tap her forearms a few times before she holds a hand out, and you maneuver your way over her, and then in front of her, legs flopped over hers.

"Hello." You say, slightly winded.

"Hey." She smiles, and then she's making a clicking noise, propping herself up as she prepares herself to be launched by Horse.

You hated being on Horse while this happened.

You gripped the saddle tightly as Horse jumped a few times, before finally bucking Rider off and giving you a clear opportunity to shoot more minotaurs.

She landed back on and you kept riding, preparing to make the leap across the gap, but a minotaur threw his weapon, knocking Horse down and sending the two of you flying off of Horse.

The Artifact skid across the dirt near the edge. The moment your eyes landed on it you took off running, a minotaur right behind you along with Horse and Rider. Horse kicked the minotaur off the edge, attempting to stop upon seeing you holding the Artifact, but she didn’t have enough time. Horse knocked you off, and went down with you. You screamed before turning and grabbing the back of the saddle and Rider skid to her knees go grab the Artifact and stop you and Horse from falling.

You shrieked as you gripped the horse's saddle tightly, legs grabbing her middle as Rider held you two up with the Artifact between her hands and Horse's mouth. Horse’s hooves pushed on the ridges of the cliff shakily. You folded up your gun to the best of your ability with shaky hands, and looked up at Rider, who was on the verge of tears as she grunted, trying to pull you two up.

“Stay with me!” She exclaimed, voice strained.

Horse's hooves were trying to land of the dent in the cliff wall that might help her up, but nothing. And you knew if you moved any further Horse would slip completely. Minotaurs were coming, and Rider needed a shot of getting out of there alive, so you swallowed your heartbreak, grabbed your dagger, and gave Rider one last smile.

"I love you."

“No!”

And you cut the string, letting yourself cry as you gripped Horse and Rider cried out after you. There was so much you hadn't seen and done, that you wanted to do with Rider and Horse. Share a real, good dinner, not the full tasting ration bars that you were only allowed once a day, live together, maybe start a family. It didn't have to be kids, maybe another animal.

Watch a sunset after the war and finally know peace.

But just as you thought you'd never get that, you woke up on some soft grass. You groaned, at the sudden stop, but rolled onto your back. You blink your eyes open, and there’s a blurry figure hovering above you. “Rider?”

But as your eyes adjust, you’re shocked to see something with a large head and eyes, a long neck, and blue hair standing over you.

You screamed immediately, clumsily reverse somersaulting away from whatever it was.

"Stranger danger! Wammawink!" She called out, looking away, and you took this time to scramble off, sprinting as fast as you could.

The world around you was so bright and vibrant with colors, it almost made you want to throw up. Although, this might’ve been how your world looked before the war crash landed there. You suddenly remembered that Horse fell with you, and you gasped, looking around.

"Butt-door, that's a butt-door." You heard a voice ramble behind you, and you grabbed your rifle and pointed it at the voice. Horse lurched to a stop, eyes wide. "(Y/n)!"

"Horse!" You exclaimed, lowering your gun, but then as she was stepping closer, you raised it again because why the FUCK was she able to speak. "Why can you talk?!"

Horse seemed to fumble with her words before speaking again, and you narrowed your eyes, "I-I don't know! But we have to get out of here."

[yanderegrizzsworld]

Imagine: Platonic Yandere Herd (Centaurworld)

The Herd are Caring, harmless & protective yanderes.

All of them suffered some form of trauma from their childhood & while some learned to move on from those events of the past some took a while longer. The herd use this horrific moments from their past to better themselves & even try to help & protect others.

Wammawink being the head of the herd, she feels the need to nurture the others & anyone who she considers a new member of her herd. She views you as fragile & in need of her protection so she attempts to make you dependent on her. Wammawink wants you to let her take care of you, she needs to take care of you, someone as fragile & as soft & small as you can't survive out there by your own with all the dangers like the taurnados.

Zulius aims to be your favorite of the herd. He lives for the attention & praise given to him, any praise you throw his way he'll eat it & demand for more. But don't let his vanity-like persona fool you, Zulius is one of the most supportive people you'll ever meet in Centaurworld. You feeling insecure? He'll praise & flatter all your insecurities away! You want you try & learn some magic? He'll go as far as to help you learn! Zulius views himself as your older brother & as such, expects you to listen to him without question.

Glendale is as twitchy & as anxious as they come. She steals anything in her line of sight to fill her daily dose of serotonin. Glendale enjoys to show you what she has recently stolen be it from 5 minutes ago to 2 years ago, she might even steal some of your stuff. She appreciates how you often help her with her anxious behavior, ranging from distracting her from said anxious moment to pulling her away from the area.

Even though he doesn't show it that often, Durpelton is deeply affected by mainly his father's lack of love & support. If you were to be a parental &/or authoritive figure in the herd, it wouldn't come to a surprise that he latches on & seeks constant validation & praise. He often invites you to join him whenever his desire to consume some giggle cakes emerges. Durpelton has this vigorous want to be useful, especially if it's a way to get the praise he never got from his parents.

Ched is a humorless birdtaur that puts on this mask of toughness & aggression. He more often than not acts like your protector, viewing any & every centaur or human you interact with as a possible threat to your safety & refuses to leave you alone. Ched will often act like he doesn't like any affection you give him but he actually does, loves it really, he just doesn't want to break his "tough guy" persona.

Horse more often than not rivals Wammawink with how protective she is, I mean, how could she not be? she's been trained (& possibly raised) to be a warhorse & thrusted into the war, I'm sure she had witnessed the deaths of many fellow allies & other horses in her field & she very much doesn't want the same to happen to the herd nor you. Even though she outgrew her views of self-reliance, she still enjoys talking to you about her days in the war with Rider. Horse often suggests teaching you about how to be more brave & how to survive if you were to ever be separated from the herd, which would rarely happen since either Wammawink or Zulius has you in their line of sight.

Their protectiveness can at times be suffocating, any alone time you had prior to joining them is basically non-existent. Fights between Horse & Ched are basically part of the herd's daily routine, as Horse simply expresses her desire to teach you survival & how to defend yourself while Ched argues that it isn't necessary as you'll never be in such a situation. Wammawink typically has to be the one to break their fights as Zulius attempts to distract you by leading you away & keeping your attention on him, sometimes Durpelton joins with some giggle cakes incase either of you were hungry.

[noone-escapes-the-nowhereking]

No One Can Escape the NoWhere King

Summary:

The Nowhere King had such an interesting and sad backstory. He clearly didn't want to be evil but all that time trapped and alone in the dark? Having gone insane from being in that space alone so long?

The General and Nowhere Kings bond really got me thinking though and I wanted to expand on how they could feel the others pain and maybe even their emotions? Anyways slight spoilers for season two please enjoy! :)

Notes:

Yandere Nowhere King. Hes your problem now.

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Staring at the Nowhere King eyes wide in terror you slowly back up depsite knowing it's futile. Back pressing against a machine, it's terrible machine that made all the minotaur troops that were killing your people. You shiver, feeling tears slowly come to your eyes. Feeling the cool metal under your fingertips searching for a button to get you out of this situation you swallow as your hand tremors. The General had told you stories of this monster and the castle that had endless horrors within its walls. Of his old memories and all the lost dreams for his Kingdom that died here. His wife who'd been lost. Backing yourself further into the machine scratching your arm against a sharp piece, you knew you could never escape and yet every fiber in your being told you to run. The minotaurs and vile creatures around you surrounded you. They lowly growled and hissed, making awful noises as you covered your bleeding arm.

Closing your eyes listening as thunder boomed outside before a bright flash leaked through your closed eyelids you tilted your head back knowing your end would be painful. That you may be devoured by the darkness of the NoWhere King or be torn apart by his troops. Yet all you hear is silence other than the rain patterning against stone outside.

The evil noises had stopped and you were left in a deafening quiet. A suffocating silence. Opening your eyes slowly, confused on if you were dead or not you stiffened as the Nowhere King Floated before you. Your hands once again gripped at the cold metal behind you. Desperately you searched for something to pull loose and use as a weapon as you kept eye contact with the Nowhere King but there was nothing. Heart pounding in your ears and tears pricking your eyes as white puffs of air left your mouth, you trembled before him. He tilted his skull head leaning in close as quiet clicks escaped his jaw. Flinching back as far as you could go he threw his horns back as his eyes glowed a menacing emerald. Putting up your arms ready to die the next words surprise you.

"Leave us." Shifting away from the machine edging away from him you tighten the grip on your bleeding arm watching the soldiers and false King closely. Blank helmets and yellow reptilian stares greet your eyes as low hisses escape the troop that had cornered you. Metal creaks and weapons clank as the soldiers bow. They slowly move in a mechanical fashion, a cacophony of metal scraping and shifting noises as they back away in a controlled fashion before exiting the bleak room.

A loud creak is the last thing you hear from them as an ancient and rusted metal door swings closed, trapping and locking you with the Nowhere King. As the sound echoes around the mossy stone cavern you stare at the door. You will your legs to move, to run, but you're frozen in place. Your eyes dart between him and the door. His glowing emerald fire casts light over your trembling form in the dark room as he softly breathes. A whimper dies in your throat as the NoWhere King leans forward, his skull ridge brushing your nose.

His hand... if you could call it that, separated from his not body, dripping as it slowly moved towards you. Pausing as it looms over your face you blink in surprise as it caresses your cheek. Its touch was goopy and strange but not what you expected. You thought it'd feel like burning hot tar, but no. It was oddly warm, almost comforting. Not at all like the uncomfortable burning you had expected from the Generals story. It didn't sting or leave painful marks but if he kept it there too long you had the feeling your face would begin to tingle before it would hurt. Thinking it over as it moves away leaving some of itself on you, you swallow. Maybe not burning tar like you thought but it could be compared to hot wax.

"You do not remember me, my love?" He asks. His voice wraps around you and makes your very being ache. You begin shaking unsure of how to answer such a question as your hand lingers over your pulsing heart. His words pulled at you, you knew him and yet you didn't.

No you didn't remember whatever this was and you didn't want to either. However it knew you and that couldn't be good.

The General was always telling heroic tales, always explaining his war stories. Old soldiers beaten half to death who'd once sat at heavens gate warned you of this creature as you dabbed them free of blood and bandaged them as best you could. You guess you lied to yourself. Everyone knew it. They feared it.

And now it had YOU.

This abomination of shadows, and night, and everything evil in the world swirled into one being. You could feel him staring when you turned away from it racking your brain for unknown answers. Your fingernails dug into your skin as you tried to calm yourself down. Rapid breathing began to give you a headache as you searched his face for what it wanted but it was emotionless. How did you know this thing? You'd only heard stories... you'd never actually seen It. But it left you alive this long that had to mean something. What did it want? Your breathing comes out shaky as you feel very trapped as you slowly walk backwards on the uneven and slippery castle tile. If you said no, would it kill you? If you said yes would it do something worse?

"... I don't know you." There's a pause heavier than steel and titling your head to see if the thing would respond if he'd hurt you, you jump as he had leaned in close on your other side, twirling around the machine and you like a snake. You hadn't heard him do that. You couldn't believe something so large could be so quiet. It just reminded you how deadly the NoWhere King was.

Watching quietly as the black mass dripped, as it leered over you. You felt some of him ooze onto you. Shivering at the sensation listening to it snort and take in deep heavy breaths his skull hovered just above your head as his magic eyes peered into your soul.

"You will." Stiffening in fear clenching your eyes closed it shushed you softly. Mocking noises escaping its maw. Hands or whatever you could call it's hands grabbing you before pulling you close. Struggling against him as tears begin spilling down your face it whispers soft reassurances trapping you in its arms. Struggling harder, its hold gets stronger and eventually as you begin to sink into the warm tar of his abysmal form you just go limp, unable to do anything else.

"Sleep." He states and closing your eyes you plan on doing just that.

~~~

The NoWhere King stares at the person he had taken. A smidge of his goo remained on them and he wished he could wipe it away. Keep them clean from the vile parts of himself but all it would do is add more. Huffing and getting closer he lays on the tower's floor watching them closely. He takes in every detail as they sleep, obsessively focusing on their chest as it rises and falls showing their breathing and that their heart is beating.

He'd dismissed his guards and after being alone with you, he'd knocked you out slowly, suffocating you against his darkness. He had then brought them here. Here where she once brought him. Their astronomy and library tower where they would read books and tell stories and laugh and stare at the stars...

His jaw shifts and clicks in an uncomfortable sort of way as he stared at them lying peacefully in a pile of soft things he'd acquired for them. Their comfort. Their needs. He felt hard to explain things for them. Much like he had her.

As his black goo shifted and dripped off him he stayed back to keep it from getting all over them. He tilts his skull, jaw still clicking in odd ways as he hummed low and deep in his throat. He observed the things he'd collected for them and wondered why. Why was he doing this? Things he hadn't had in what felt like centurie. Blankets. Pillows. Books. And still even more supplies all for you. Things he himself couldn't enjoy. And yet as he watched them peacefully rest against what he'd gathered them he knew why.

That General got in his head. His other half... that wretched part of him that looked enticing but was poison. He loved you. And now so did the NoWhere King. The General couldn't have you though, you were his now. He could love just as much. Provide more. You would never want for anything because he'd burn the world to give you everything. He was poison on the outside, dripping delicious death. He was indeed a cruel and malicious fate but only because the general had made him so. He had once been sweet, once been soft. He felt these things for her and now he felt them for you.

"My love..." He murmurs as you soundfully sleep in the nest he made. Snuggling deeper into the pillows and softness you were so unaware of the world around you. Of his presence right next to you. "My love you make me whole." He would never give you up. Never. You truly did complete him. He'd destroy anything that tried to take or hurt you. He'd give his very unlife to keep you safe. The only thing he could never gift you was your freedom. No, you needed to stay with him. You needed to be his or at least be only with him.

Lovely precious fragile thing. That's what you were and the Nowhere King swore he'd protect you.

"If you love him you can also love me." He muses reaching out to touch a strand of your loose hair. Tucking it behind your ear your face shifts and he pauses as you reach for him. You probably mistake him for the General. That thought revulses him. Pulling away to not disturb you he simply watches in silent vigil waiting for you to wake.

You would scream and struggle like many before you but you would not befall their fates. He would take care of you. This he promised.

"... I love you." You do not respond in your sleeping state simply shifting and humming as you dream but he doesn't mind. He didn't need you too for the words to be any more or less true.

[noone-escapes-the-nowhereking]

The HunchBack of Notre Dame A.U? RunAway Royalty A.U? Who knows! Here have a snippet :)

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You were as mysterious as you were beautiful. Alluring as your were intoxicating.

 You were everything and he loved to watch you.

 He'd never spoken too you but he knew of you. You danced around the center of the peirs square, the space between both rifts. Magic buzzing at your finger tips as you passed around a hat for people to put money in and they did entertained by your little show. Both humans and centaurs. Silks were flying around you and beads jangled as he admired the hand sewn embroidery on your clothes. Music weaved in and out of the stalls and he hummed in quiet delight as he observed you. His feet tapping to the beat.

He'd never talked to you but he watched. Watched you sing, dance, and play music. Watched you live with wild abandon. 

 You were so graceful. So free and fun. 

 And good the Elk must admit. Pulling in people to join your dance and doing an amazing job at making the people who watched laugh and smile. Engaging your large audience. Humans and centaurs alike adored you and that was no easy task.

 As the sweet smells of fresh baked buns and flowers filled the air he hummed taking in the sunny sweet smelling day. You pulled in a small child bending down to be at her height. Spinning with her causing your fabrics to fly around you like wings everyone claps to the beat as the music fills their ears. As the girl pulls away doing her own dance you see an older centaur and smile. Pulling him in inviting people to join everyone was having fun.

 Until guards came. The music became muffled as their loud thunking boots replaced your once sweet sound. And grabbing your hat in an almost too practiced motion you smiled at everyone as they stared on in confusion. The music stops playing as your magic pauses. As the guards come closer you make a move to grab your instruments but you don't have time. Elktaur and onlookers stare in horror as they get smashed and you turn and run, your fabrics no longer flying around you as you keep them close to flee. 

 As he walked forward once the crowd was gone he held your abandoned instruments. His fingers tracing your carefully painted pictures on elegantly carved wood. Frowning, he knew he could repair them but it would take time. Seeing no one had stayed long leaving when the guards came he held them close he hoped one day he'd hear you play again. 

[yanderegrizzsworld]

Imagine: Platonic Yandere Shamans (Centaurworld)

The Shamans are protective & possessive yanderes.

A silent war is present whenever the one Shaman arrives to pick you up from the other Shaman. Each one has a unique & patent idea of how to take care of you & protect you from the natural dangers of Centaurworld. Each one aims to be your favorite, so passive-aggressive comments & remarks from some of them becomes quite common for you.

As the self proclaimed "Nicest Shaman" Waterbaby expects you to view her as a mentor & role model, She's more than willing to teach you magic if you wanted. It'd honestly make her feel superior to the others as she sees it as you seeing her as the greatest & possibly your favorite. Ironically, for being the "nicest" shaman, she makes most of the passive-aggressive comments about the others as she believes that she's the best as protecting you.

The Tree Shamans often relish in sharing their philosophy of needs over wants with you. Since the trees don't exactly have feet, they can't just go get you, you'd have to go see them yourself by them having either a sentient leaf/flower with you or have a bugtaur with you to remind you to visit them, & they'd also have the sentient plant/bugtaur tell them about whatever you were doing beforehand. They'd softly sing you lullabies if you were ever tired & needed some sleep. They absolutely love when you ask them philosophical questions or questions about their magic in general. They probably spend the least amount of time with you so seeing you enjoy their presence makes their day better.

Judge Jacket is as strict & distant as they come. She bans the use of magic in her court & punishes those who use it. She has you at her side as she judges whatever poor centaur choose to enter the underground. Jacket practically makes it a law to treat you with the upmost respect & anyone who's foolish enough to go against it will be locked in a cell awaiting trial. Judge Jacket isn't the best at expressing more "positive" emotions but she does care for you very much, she attempts to keep her cool around you as to not scare you. She's the most possessive of all the Shamans, she doesn't like other centaurs looking nor talking to you, as long as your in the underground she forbids you from interacting with the outsiders. She has rules for you that she expects you follow or else.

Although being a Shaman & centaur of few words, Johnny Teatime gets oh so excited when one of the cattaur's walks you in, he either flies you up with his magic or has a cattaur bring you to him. But don't let his his cute & joyful looks fool you, he uses his cuteness to his advantage as all he needs to do to keep you from leaving his side during the pageant show is give you sad eyes, but if you're persistent, he won't hesitate to use magic to keep you in place. He lives to see you smile & if you express the wish of a certain cattaur winning the stash during the pageant, he'll have Splendib announce said cattaur the winner, just to see you smile brightly.

Out of all the Shamans, the Whaletaur is the most innocuous one. She often times tells you that if you're ever in any pain or feel sad that she can take away your pain at any time, she doesn't like seeing you gloomy & regularly sings you songs in hope's of cheering you up a bit. She feels her heart melt any & everytime you ask her how she feels, it truly touches her.

The Shamans (besides Waterbaby) are hesitant to teach you magic in fear of you not needing their help or protection. The ones that do teach you magic never touch on the subject of protection magic, like barriers, as they still want you around under their safety.

Depending on which Shaman you're currently with, you are allowed to talk to others...in their line of sight. The worst of these being Judge Jacket, as stated earlier, she's the most possessive of all of the Shamans, most of the time she forbids you from talking to other centaurs/humans or even acknowledging them. This mostly stems from the fact that she says that outsiders hate her & fears that you'll leave her for others. The nicest being the Whaletaur & (kinda) Johnny Teatime, while the Whaletaur is more than okay with you chatting with the merfolk & giving you your space, the same can't exactly be said for the cat Shaman. Johnny Teatime, lacking in intense possessive tendencies, has intense clingy tendencies as he doesn't let any centaur talk to you for more than 5 minutes & he will use his cuteness advantage.