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It’s written on my skin (2)

Title: It’s written on my skin (Part 2)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1800

Request: Whatever mark you get on your skin your soulmate gets it too so one day, you just kind of just get a sharpie and start writing on your skin. You definitely didn’t expect to get a reply, but you did. Now it’s five in the morning and you’re just about covered in ink and this will be a pain to wash off later.

A/N: I’m so overwhelmed by the reaction Part 1 got so that I’m a little bit nervous about this one. I hope you like it! :) I had much fun writing it

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Dean Winchester was hot. You hadn’t intended that your first meeting would turn into this direction but there you were, staring at this incredible attractive man who apparently had nothing better to do than to stare right back at you. And he was your soulmate. Your other half. Like damn.

Nervously you started playing with your hair, twirling it around your finger like a high school student that was looking at her crush from the football team. It was silly but none of you had said anything since he’d taken a seat right infront of you. You were only sitting in the café and watched the other one. It was easy to look at him and it gave you the feeling like you were looking at some kind of art, rather than a human being. He was perfect and in a matter of seconds you’d decided that you could watch him all day. 

Dean Winchester was beautiful and he was generously proportioned. Muscular just in the right parts. Your eyes wandered from his muscular arms to his chest and then to his face. His green eyes were boring into you, through you and you swallowed hard as you tried to avoid his glance. You started focusing on his freckles instead, hoping that it would help to calm you down and to catch your breath. But of course it didn’t really helped either. You’d never gave it a thought if you’d find freckles attractive but as soon as you’d seen that Dean’s face and also his arms and hands were covered in them, you knew that you wanted to connect them with your fingers while they were brushing over his creamy skin. You wanted to see if other parts of his body were -

Quickly you shook your head to get rid of all these sexual thoughts and bit down on your lip, hard, so that you could taste blood. By the look on Dean’s face you could tell that he was clearly amused by the little inner fight you were having. You wanted to say something but as soon as your eyes landed on his glorious, from god himself created lips you completely lost the ability to speak. 

You were immensely grateful that Dean had decided to release you from this awkward situation and had started the talking part.

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6

I haven’t updated the Apple Family for quite some time, so I’ve decided it’s high time I go ahead and do that. Well that, and I really wanted to try drawing some teenage ponies. o3o

So here we are! The sketches of the immediate Apple Family as we know them today, along with Babs Seed. I included her because I feel like she’d feel far more at home with the Apples than she does with her own parents (they love her, but don’t really pay much attention to her), so here she be. :3 I may also add in the parents of the Apple Siblings, but I dunno yet. o.o

AJ and Big Mac have already been colored, but they’ll all be colored and uploaded probably later tonight. We’ll see. Until then I just wanted to share these with you guys, along with some headcanon. C: SO! Here we go!

****TL;DReaders may want to leave. I typed more than I originally thought I did. o.o ****

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-Agetha Smith (AKA Granny Smith):

The mother of the Apple Siblings’ father, Hard Cider (whom is not seen here) and the matriarch of the family, Granny Smith is one hardy, resilient mare. Having been left alone to take on the care of a large family twice in her lifetime (once after her husband up and left her, the second when her son and daughter-in-law passed away), Granny has mostly seen quite a bit of hardship in her life. Despite that she always keep a positive outlook and is the initial source where the family gets their renowned stubbornness for. She’s among the oldest living ponies in Ponyville and is still kickin’ strong, and it isn’t uncommon for ponies to seek her out for her wisdom.

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-Big McIntosh:

The huge stallion the residents of Ponyville often calls “Big Mac”, this fella is nothing short of a sweetheart. Despite his large body mass and height, he actually gets most of his looks and temperament from his mother, and is no where near as large as his father was. While he does run the farm along side his sister, he’d much rather allow her to take the reigns and do most of the transactions while he mostly bucks and handles the deliveries. Despite it, he isn’t afraid to tell Applejack what’s on his mind and correct her if he thinks she needs it, nor is it unusual for AJ to seek him out if she needs some advice from her big brother.

After the death of his parents, he and AJ both helped Granny Smith run the farm and raise little Apple Bloom. He’s the one who usually cooks the meals, brushes her mane and ties on her bow, and walks her to school (AJ is usually off to set up their stand in the market around this time). He’s also the one she often goes to when she needs help with math, while she goes to AJ for help with history.

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-Applejack:

The honest, compassionate, stubborn workhorse we all know and love. While Granny Smith is the matriarch of the family, it’s Applejack that controls most of the goings on with the family business alongside Big Mac. Large, powerful, 5'2 and several pounds of pure muscle, it isn’t hard to see where she gets most of her physical appearance from (although she looks like an even mix of her mother and father). After the death of her parents AJ and Big Mac took it upon themselves to help run the farm and raise Apple Bloom, and due to this, she’s a mother figure just as much as she is a sister to the little filly. Where Big Mac is the one who helps AB get to school, Applejack is the one who picks her up. 

It’s due to her fear of losing another family member that AJ was often overprotective of the tiny filly, but it eventually subsides as she ages… mostly.

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- Babs Seed:

Cousin of the Apple Siblings, here she is around the age of 16 (she’s the type who looks older than what she is). While she was shy and awkward as a filly, I think she’d eventually grow to be confident, sarcastic, and somewhat sassy. At the very least, she’ll act like that, but regardless, she’ll never truly drop the habit of covering her flank with her tail when she’s exceptionally nervous. As I’ve said, Babs absolutely loves to visit her cousins in Ponyville; as much as she loves her parents, she feels a little more at home in Ponyville than what she does in Manehatten, where many ponies (at least in school) are uptight, conceded, or just downright rude. She doesn’t have that many friends, but the friends she does have are great to her and are her best buds, the CMC included. I think she and AB get along fantastically well; if one didn’t know any better, they would think the two were sisters.

Her cutie mark is an opened apple blossom with a seed in the middle, as you can see up close below. The rest of it is actually a tattoo to enhance the cutie mark, so to speak.

The mark stands for the fact that, despite her relative shyness and tendency to get nervous, Babs Seed can flourish wherever she goes. As an older pony on the brink of adulthood and still in the CMC, she also knows how to help young ones flourish and come out of their shells, to “bloom”, so to speak. She makes for a great older sister figure, even though she doesn’t actually have any siblings of her own.

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-Apple Bloom

The youngest of the Apple Siblings, AB seen here is around 16, although she looks younger than what she really is. Like her sister, she hits the larger burst of her puberty a little later than others, but once she does she’ll end up growing taller and with lean muscles.. She won’t be nearly as built as her older siblings, but she’ll still pack a punch; this is because she took after her mother’s slim build. AB at this point is still pretty reasonable and mature for her age, although she does goof up from time and again. She’s finally able to help out in the fields to buck apples, something she’d been dying for ever since she was a filly, but she also juggles it along with school and still running the CMC with Scoots, Babs, and Sweetie Belle. With them being older and already having their cutie marks, their mission had shifted to helping young foals feel more comfortable in their skin and nurturing their talents, rather than doing missions for the sheer sake of hoping to gain a cutie mark (which they finally learned doesn’t work). It’s now more of a Big Sister/Brother, Little Sister/Brother club sort of thing. o3o

AB’s cutie mark is of a heart-shaped apple with a hammer behind it. It actually doesn’t have much to do with building, although she’s relatively good at that. What it does represent is her willingness to take on many things without fear of getting her hooves dirty, to jump headlong into an experiment or discovery confidently and at least give something new a try once. Especially with potions; she’s quite adept with them, thanks to Zecora and Twilight’s tutoring. 

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And there you have it! Mah headcanonz yush. o3o

As always, feel free to ask me any questions if you have any, and thanks again for stopping by! C:

76. A fairytale

(a sort of 1001 nights AU, so to speak)



The first time Kili entered the King’s rooms, the world greeted him through the golden twinkle of the beads dangling from his veil, gleaming like coins in the dim light, quivering with every step of his feet.

They edged his vision and made the place look tiny, far far away, a luscious picture tucked in a frame on the wall – even the King, with his equally luscious mane and the firm set of his shoulders, seemed distant as he stared into the blazing hearth.

Kili knelt half a room away from him, one foot still in this other world where nothing was gilded and everything felt closer, real, tangible; no curling incense, no perfumed hair, just soap and his nightclothes and the comfort of his own bed.

“What’s your name?”

His voice was soft, Kili registered, quieter than he thought a King’s voice ought to be. Strangely undemanding.

“My lord,” he said, almost chastising, forgetting himself for a second. “It’s Kili.”

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