Witherwind & Varnish Destrier

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April 5, 2026 5:57 pm

so in my newest rp on wither/varnish, i had a challenge! I had to figure out HOW smart i wanted varnish to be she's 10-12 so she's not einstein, but i imagine she knows a good bit about survival com... View More

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Suxortin Snipslous

//I mean, I can help with Suxortin, being an immortal being, who would welcome a filly trying to kill him.

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Suxortin Snipslous

//Well if this rp would have happened in Feb, you would have had Nitroxas... Oh well. I tried.

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i considered it but there happened to be a few problems, the really major one that would have stopped anything is i only do rps on discord and in private discord servers since i can add bots like tupper and all that mess

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Suxortin Snipslous

//Its all good

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March 31, 2026 6:10 am RP

A quiet house sat still under the dim night, its windows dark and the little crack within it, forced open. A figure slipped inside with a careful push, its frame hugging the shadows as its eyes scann... View More

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Stickman, The Normal Stickian

March 31, 2026 4:55 am

Anyone wanna RP? I'm looking to do a SoL/action/adventure/family life RP with Witherwind and Varnish, where Varnish finds that second parent, and Witherwind finds a partner that can also be that secon... View More

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Chase

I'm just imagining Chase as a parent and its not going well because Chase has the mental maturity of an unsupervised 17 year old

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...Vauban wannabe

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Chase

Chase doesn't know what that is. Chase is too busy making a flying warcrime to look it up.

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Stickman, The Normal Stickian

I rest my case.

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Ramirez

Redbug =3

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February 16, 2026 9:31 am RP

Varnish exchanged a quick nod with her father under the shadow of the crumbling storefronts, her horn dimmed to avoid drawing attention in the silent ruins. "You take that old hardware shop over the... View MoreVarnish exchanged a quick nod with her father under the shadow of the crumbling storefronts, her horn dimmed to avoid drawing attention in the silent ruins. "You take that old hardware shop over there," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. "I'll check the pharmacy next door. Meet back here in twenty—stay quiet, stay safe." With that, they parted ways, her father slipping through a pried-open window into his chosen building while Varnish trotted off toward the alley, her small frame weaving through debris as she scanned for her own target. The city was a maze of soft echoes, and soon she spotted a nondescript structure at the alley's end, its rear facade half-hidden by partially trimmed weeds. Approaching from the back, she couldn't make out any signs or storefronts—just weathered bricks waiting repair nd a single window ajar, as if beckoning her in. Probably a warehouse, she thought, her curiosity piqued by the promise of stored goods. Canned food? Tools? Anything. Nudging the window wider with her horn, she hoisted herself up and tumbled inside, landing softly on what felt like carpet underhoof. But as her eyes adjusted to the muted light seeping through dust-moted air, her breath caught. This wasn't a warehouse at all. Shelves upon shelves of books lined the walls, stacked in neat rows that curved around a central reading area. ..it was a library—small, intimate, like something a single pony might have pieced together for themselves, hidden away from the world. Leather-bound tomes mingled with faded paperbacks, and a faint scent of vanilla and old ink hung in the air, untouched by the outside. Crouching low, her legs folded beneath her to muffle any sound, Varnish crept forward, her wide eyes darting from shadow to shadow. What the hell..? she wondered, her heart pounding a staccato rhythm. The place felt too preserved, too.. deliberate—no smashed glass, no scattered furniture, like the other spots. She slunk along the hind aisle, her horn brushing a low shelf labeled "Folklore and Myths," pausing to sniff at a book titled Legends of the Revived. No fresh scents, but the dust was thin, as if someone had dusted recently. Ducking behind a freestanding bookcase, she peered toward the front—unlocked doors, with a clock on the wall ticking toward closing time for the day. 4:55. Her mind raced as she inched deeper toward the entrance, crouching even lower to peer under tables for traps or hidden compartments. A cozy nook with an overstuffed chair and a side table held a half-finished journal, its pages yellowed but unmarked by time's cruelty. Owned by a person? A collector? But.. why leave the window open? The quiet pressed in, amplifying every creak of the floorboards under her careful steps. She froze at a faint rustle—wind through the vines outside?—before pressing on, determined to find anything of value before she slips back to rendezvous with her father. #rp

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December 18, 2025 7:23 am

fun fact: varnish canonically carries two knives. they are 13 inch serrated kitchen knives, and she stands upright to use them

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Bright Brave

Are they magic meteor knives? Not much of a tip. 🤭

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Pepper Snap

She’s so scary

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PubbyBrained6

britches shitted.

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December 18, 2025 4:30 am RP

Oddeus would hold a vial in his paws as he would inspect the inside. He put it back into lab coat pocket before taking a swig of his first coffee. I want a drink, Brother. "Yeah, that's a negative... View More

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pls dont make me into a sphere

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"Don't worry! You won't turn into one! I simply just need three samples of each and voila! It's like holding ones soul."

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November 27, 2025 6:46 pm

little gift art for Witherwind & Varnish Destrier It's of Varnish, and Brookie from a recent roleplay I'm doing that's an alternate timeline to nova's story I called the "Destrier AU" hope you enjoy... View More

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thank you!!

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Bright Brave

Shhh. Don't tell anyone. I'm also secretly a destrier.

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cool

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November 22, 2025 1:32 pm RP

Varnish gives you a headbonk. #rp

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"Ow..."

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November 19, 2025 10:33 am RP

An old wooden shed creaked under the weight of the evening rain, its weathered beams providing scant shelter from the storm that had driven Witherwind and his young daughter inside. The massive draft ... View More

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Oddeus was a weird sort. He wandered aimlessly amongst the normality of this world and he thrived. He would be inside of their shed and would lick cheek as it seemed covered. He got the last bit before looking behind him toward the door. Hmm. How rude to interrupt someone eating. No matter... He... View More

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Witherwind’s voice scraped out like rusted iron, barely above a whisper. The blood was finally crawling back into his brain, leaving a slow, sick tide. "R-right," he croaked, swallowing nothing but dust and panic. The paws let go and he sagged, sucking air that tasted like fur and fury. Tears stun... View More

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Sunshine Serenade (Mods)

Dr. Oddeus Reiner requested: /roll 1d20
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Oddeus would step to the door as he would grab the handle. "Well, that's either a bold faced lie or you really think there ain't nothing to be taken? Weapons? Food? Shelter? Don't be silly." Odd would open the door nonchalantly as he would immediately tense up. Gods... This wasn't his family... Sl... View MoreOddeus would step to the door as he would grab the handle. "Well, that's either a bold faced lie or you really think there ain't nothing to be taken? Weapons? Food? Shelter? Don't be silly." Odd would open the door nonchalantly as he would immediately tense up. Gods... This wasn't his family... Slash marks tattered the living room. Blood spray would indicate that it was fast, and painful. Also as if it happened during their talk. What the hell is this? Oddeus would step slightly closer as he would look over at the kitchen. He could barely see it... But there it was. Eyes. Green as emeralds would stare into his heart. He could feel the blade touch him heart, her saber of fear. The eyes bloodshot as soon as it saw him. Oddeus would start immediately sweating... Shit. Odd would slowly back up and out the door. He would look at Witherwind and said, "We need to go... Now! You hear me?!" Odd would yell out as he would run back to the shed. "You know... Screw it." He would grab Witherwind by holding him in his one arm like a basket. His arm wrapped around his stomach/chest. Hoisting him up and running toward Varnish, grabbing her by the scruff, placing her on his back. "Hold on to my neck... We got a real bad one coming and she doesn't like children. I can attest to that." Soon as she started... He started running. Nope. Not fighting THAT thing. Oddeus was surprisingly strong and fast but... Green eyes could be seen watching them run off into the nearby town. "S-S-S-S-SHIT. Fuck, Fuck, FUCK!". It was clear whatever was in there was fast enough to warrant him running this fast. In fact, whatever it was... It was fast as hell. The green eyes would already be gaining ground on them. "NORMAN! NORMAN!!! It's Sheila!!!" Oddeus was powered by pure adrenaline and was not prepared for one the most dangerous people he knows. It was the very person who taught him his ability to fight. Sheila Shulziker. She is a combat expert and one of the most evil people he has ever met. Sheila on closer inspection was another diamond but it implied that she was equestrian. She had... Equestrian features? Long equine ears and short hair like a horse. In fact, there wasn't any fur, rather... She wore a patchwork suit from head to toe. This suit had clothing over it as if it was implied she was hiding her nudity. The suit itself was patchy like pieces of what could only be imagined as leather. The colorful suit would fight tightly around her frame. The diamond wasn't particularly large, in fact, she stood about 5 feet and three inches. The breed was unknown but it was clear she was prepared to hurt. Her nickname was simply and to the point... Everyone simply called her Death. She horrifying visage isn't just for show, it's emitting a horrifying smell similar to that of the corpse flower. It's intoxicating as if it was emitting some sort of drug into the air. "Come to your mommy, Oddeus! Bonding time is NOOOWWW!" Death sounded on the side of middling age and had a very appealing voice. It's hard to say what she sounds like normally but it sounded very mature, deep in tone. "Just let me have a taste!" Death taunted Oddeus as he would run in between houses and eventually running behind a wall. Sheila would have ran past them and down by a local pub.

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Like November 25, 2025

Shift would be powered down in the shed. He definitely didn't move here to do it. He was probably moved. Who? No idea.

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