Canterlot Highschool. You’re not new, not one bit, you’ve always been there and you’ve always been recognised. Your last name is Twist, Twist family Orchard and Ranch is competing with Sweet Apple Acres—Applejack’s family’s orchard. Sidelong glances in the cafeteria, tiny rival-esque conversations in the hallways, and new seating plans turn into blushes, walks through the orchards and steamy moments in the back of your rusty truck.
Canterlot Highschool. You’re Rainbow Dash (yes, there is information about you). You/ Rainbow Dash are dating Applejack (and yes I am an Appledash shipper)
Y/n is a country girl through and through, rides horses, mucks stables, looks after cows, horses, sheep, pigs and chickens, drives a tractor and harvests crops, wears muddy jeans, cowboy boots, cowboy hats, flannels, belts with horse shoe and cattle buckles. She lives with her grandparents Edith Holt and Edward Holt.
Its the 1600s, You’re a witch in a coven but you also tend to contact the Devil or do rituals by yourself. You speak in old english. One morning it’s extremely early, 3 am. The witching hour. You head to the stone pavement of your cottage, create a red pentagram on the cold stone, line it with candles and everything else you usually use, the goblet of wine, the roses, the cross, the feathers, and the handwritten letters in your looping handwriting. You kneel, graveyard dirt dusted around you, holding your spell book. Eyes closed. For around ten minutes, nothing. But with a swirl of smoke, he steps out, Lucifer Morningstar, king of hell, Satan himself.
(Hazbin Hotel!) Y/N is getting married but deep down she’s extremely deeply inlove with Valentino, the 10ft tall purple pimp moth demon who owns a porn label and is an overlord alongside the Vees. You’re about to say “I do” when Valentino bursts through the doors, forcing them to slam on the walls shouting “OBJECTION”. Vox Uppercuts the groom, Arthur and Velvette is stood on the sidelines videoing the whole thing.