Artist and writer who is dying cause holy shit I am almost an adult, help me- Anyway, I wish to encounter people that are obsessed with certain fandoms as much as I am!
696 posts
The Terrors
The Terrors
In the Celestial Fathers AU there have been these threats who look to kill the princes who have been titled 'The Terrors'. There are three of them and they reincarnate just like the princes do, and they always have one goal: to kill the princes. However, they always fail due to the Fathers' protection. In some incarnations they may turn into sirens, harpies, demons, anything to try and find a weakness in the Fathers and get to kill the princes. Their creator is unknown but they are around, such a sadistic bastard they must be...
But in this reincarnation, one of the Terrors is missing, there is only two. Just where might she be now...?
-
kbell14 liked this · 6 months ago
-
uwuinhell liked this · 6 months ago
-
snailfr0g liked this · 6 months ago
-
jesterflower liked this · 6 months ago
-
gyxtar0luvs liked this · 6 months ago
-
asterodj reblogged this · 6 months ago
-
asterodj liked this · 6 months ago
-
stardust41 liked this · 6 months ago
-
gillth3blur3 liked this · 6 months ago
-
weirdenbyferret liked this · 6 months ago
More Posts from Gsstories
Lily Flower Day, I love that! Josiah would get quite a few flowers in his hair as well, tho not as much as Moon of course lol
Are there types of festivals or seasons that happen within the herd? Like some that represents Valentines?
All of their celebration activities revolve around social bonding, such as giving each other gifts, feasting together, or playing. No one is forced to join, though.
They celebrate things like the first and last day of the year. But there aren't always set dates for the Celestial Herd celebrations: the first snowfall, the first rainstorm, and the longest day of the summer.
They hold festivals when certain foods or plants grow: like Watermelon day and Pumpkin day.
As for a Valentines-like holiday? Lily Flower Day, of course!!
There is a certain season in late spring when a special type of lily grows at the lake. It's super abundant, close to the shore, and delicious. The flowers comes in three different colors. Red, pink, and white. When Eclipse gives the word, everyone is supposed to give a flower to as many people as they they can. But they can only eat the ones they received. Most of the time a flower is weaven into the hair of the receipts, so they don't mix it with the flowers in their arms that they are giving away (also, that makes it easy to pluck them out and munch on them during the celebration).
Pink is the most abundant color, and is given to adults.
White isn't as common, and is given to children.
Red is the rarest, is only handed out by the leaders. (They make sure everyone at least gets one red flower. Though, they have someone special to give some of the extras to. Totally not y/n)
Moon hates Lily Flower Day. He has the longest hair of the leaders, so he is often stuck with hundreds.
fixed it
Her tail flicked nervously, ears pinned back as she was sitting next to Moon. She muttered obscenities under her breath, annoyed and irritated. If she hadn't fell out of that tree and gotten caught, she could have stopped that predator before anyone knew there was one!
She's stopped some other predators from preying on the herd, but sadly, she was held up from stopping this one. She was more angry at herself than anyone else, cursing herself for forgetting to go around and leave her scent on some trees, warning off predators and reminding them this territory is taken.
She slumps more, dejectedly pulling at her ears. Of course she had to get all riled up by the drama and forgo her duties, just couldn't focus and make sure the herd was safe.
Man, today was a ride, and not even the cool kind.
She heard a faint humming and traced to Moon, who had his face snuggled up to the two litte ones in his arms. A wolf centaur pup and a deer centaur fawn. It was so strange to see him like this. He was so peaceful and sweet looking. Nothing like the big, tromping guardian he always was.
Listening closer, she noticed he wasn't humming. He was singing. Too low for her to hear what song it was. But the stallion's voice was beautiful, even if she couldn't hear him well. He was closing his eyes, ignoring everyone else as he continued his mysterious song.
(Sorry to the wolf anon! I don't remember the pups color, if you even mentioned it. So I just made it white with blue hair tips. I don't actually know why I decided to do that, but I was busy drawing...)
Even if I didn’t have a solid plan, in the back of my head, I always assumed I’d kill myself.
Now I’m an adult and people my age have their lives in order and I’m stuck here, confused, because I never planned to be alive and I’m so far behind.
I feel like I’ll never catch up.
God, I wanna do stuff and write but my brain be empty af