#theplottingtrio

[gothshy]

ME: Aria’s animal is a shark.

Laz & Books: Which shark?

ME: Uuuuuhhhhh

[cloudhoppinggriffon]

"Gordon. Don't take this as a matter of offense, but I must know where any family of friends of yours live. They could be cracks in our defense of Emeril if we don't handle the matter with a bit of care." The Count said this as unintimidatingly as he could, considering he was insisting on being something of a stalker.

The griffon nodded. It made sense; and perhaps the Count wanted to shield his friends and family from harm as well.“My family lives in a village outside of the country called Ma’hatma. It lies shrouded within the forest south of Griffonstone and is heavily patrolled by Sphinxes, former tomb guardians who are specialized in divine magic as well as other forms of close combat.”“As for friends, there’s one by the name of Silver Streak; short grey griffon, lives in the same home with me. He’s with a mare by the name of Rara, but I’m sure he’s the kind who can fend for himself.”

[gothshy]

"Will she always be so squishy?" Posie asked Almas on the matter of little Jocasta.

::ALMAS::{Three’s a Crowd}

A little surprised the filly had addressed him at all, the large creature looked down at the Cristo heiress and answered her as if she were anyone else, “Most likely not. She’s got baby fat right now. That’ll go away as she gets older and develops more.”

It was less awkward with Jo right between his front legs looking at Posie and padding her hoof on the ground like she wanted to play. Almas gave her a gentle nudge to encourage her to go play with Posie and it was all it took for the unicorn hybrid to go up and explore her godparents’ daughter.

[reptilebrained-moving-blog]

Nightmare meme with Gmork

{ Nightmare Meme } // Accepting

{ @half-and-half-creature }

She was traveling home with a basket in her hands. She knewshe was being followed. And she knew it was a wolf. She also knew somehow shewas much smaller and younger than she should be. This was in the past somehow.She wasn’t Demencia. She was someone else. Though she didn’t remember her nameor where she was. She only knew she was in a forest and she had to keep on thepath.

The wolf was following close now and if she stopped it mightget her. So she hurried along tried not to stop and admire the flowers and thecolorful lizards and the pretty birds along the way. Her family needed her athome.

But the wolf was smarter than she had anticipated. By thetime she reached her grandmother’s cottage, he was already there. Not dressedhis grandmother or taking her form. No, not this time. The door was locked. Andwhen she knocked nobody answered.

She heard screaming inside.

“Grandma!” she yelled, knocking on the door furiously. Whywouldn’t it open?

“Looks like you’re in a pretty mess, missy,” came the Wolf’svoice.

“What are you doing to her?” the little girl demanded.

“How could I be doing anything?” he asked. “I’m right herewith you?”

‘I-- I don’t know! You’re confusing me! I need to getinside!” she demanded of him.

“You’ll need the key for that, it seems.”

“But I don’t have the key!”

“Ah, what would you be willing to do to get to the key? Tohelp your family?”

“Anything!” she told him. And she meant it.

How did the story go?

She couldn’t think straight. Someone always came along andcut the wolf open to save Grandma.

Isn’t that how it went? Why was the Wolf laughing at her?

“Is that the Axe Man inside?” she asked the Wolf. “What ishe doing to Grandma?”

“You have a colorful imagination, Missy! Seems evil touchesyour dreams in every corner. Tell me what is in your basket?”

She reached into the red-clothed basket and found...

Weapons. Weapons to get the key. The key in the gut of thewolf. The story wasn’t going like it was supposed to. She was writing it as shewent along. The child’s innocence being destroyed with every newly writtenword. What perverse version was this where the child lunged at the wolf and theyfought to the death, where the child was freakishly strong enough to winagainst the abomination-sized canine. She dug a dagger into the gut of the wolfand dug out the key in his stomach all while he cackled. She did not know why. Whyhe would cackle at dying.

She unlocked the door to find darkness inside. Never knowingif Grandmother was truly in peril or not. Never knowing if she had sacrificedher innocence for a cause or if it had been a trick of the Big Bad Wolf. Butthe Wolf was somehow still laughing, even in death. Even in the darkness.

[devilishlydivinedarling-mov-blog]

;; 2nd post.

hit the ground running.

[snakehorses-moved-blog]

“I fucking hate snakes,” barked the foal-trafficker, spitting out some kind of foul green liquid. The wrap that served as a mask covered the good side of his face, but if it had been shown, even that side would look ghastly, so twisted in hate whenever snakes were brought up.

“If you mention snakes again, I’ll throw you to my goons and let them have their way with you!” rasped the stallion. 

He turned around in a huff, leaving his sort-of girlfriend Lickety in tears. 

“Where are ya goin’, boss?” Lickety asked.

“I’ll be meditating!” he exclaimed and slammed the wagon door shut. The air reeked of smokes of various drugs but by now Lickety was used to it. Another nose, however, might have coughed themselves sick at that point. 

“He really hates snakes, doesn’t he?” Lickety mused.

[here-be-sirens-moved]

//Holy crap I love the RP with Muse. Aria's so freaky and cute.

;; Aria is like a mix of a sad beaten puppy that just wants to be loved and...well, a siren lol

[the-harmony-knights]

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(OKAY. THIS IS GETTING KINDA RIDICULOUS. I’m gonna start hyperventilating at this rate.)