#I love her little pony tale so much

[dottedsilktie]

Red Chevy baby

Spring cleaning always gets you emotional, especially when it's time for Toji to try - and fail - to get rid of your beloved old red Chevy. This year, you take a trip down memory lane and Toji takes it as a chance to share a cautionary tale with your son, Megumi.

cw : +18, smut, car sex, swearing and mild degradation, love confessions, breeding kink, piv, unprotected sex, pet names, fluff

Toji is standing in your home’s garage, a hand on his hip, his sharp gaze zeroed in on the old Camaro collecting dust in a dark corner. You watch him from where you’re lounging on the long chair he’s set up for you on the nearby grass. It’s a scene you’re familiar with, one you’ve seen unfold many times before but it still strikes the same bittersweet feeling in you.

He mutters something to himself, now putting both hands on his hips and widening his stance. It almost looks like he’s staring down the car, a silent battle of wits. The old cherry red carcass is the same as ever - impassible, quiet, happy to rest after years of being well-loved. You peer at it over the rim of your sunglasses and it looks like an apparition, specks of muted carmine flashing through a dust haze. What used to be sleek lines, is now worn out and dulled, and somehow more charming than when Toji first bought it. You still remember the first time he’d picked you up in it.

It was his first big splurge : clean money, he’d sworn on his life and when you told him it didn’t mean anything, he doubled down and swore on the brand new pony car. He took you for a test drive in the city, a little self-satisfied smirk on his face the whole ride. Above all, you remember the way his smug smirk grew into a genuine boyish smile when you finally told him how proud he’d made you. It felt like he’d atoned for everything he’d done in his wretched life before you. It was also a tacit promise, one of a better life – a clean one.

He kept true to his words after that and the little Camaro was his witness through it all. In every little scratch to its bumper, there’s a story you reminisce about with misty eyes.

Toji snaps you out of your little daydream, grumbling “I’m getting rid of her for good this time”. He turns to face you with an already wavering determination. You’ve had the same talk countless times before ; his going in the garage for spring cleaning, gauging the car up and threatening to get rid of it, only to come back inside with a defeated air and a mumbled promise to do it some other time.

It’s endearing, the ill-masked sentimentality of it all.

So you play along, sighing and getting up from your chair, strutting to him with a wry smile. “Are you now ?”, you quip with a quirked brow. “Hell yeah I am, it’s just a pile of junk ; why the fuck should we keep it ? Just takes up space”, he grumbles.

The feigned irritation in his voice doesn’t match the softness in his eyes or the sappy upwards twitch of his scarred lip when he stares at the Camaro for a tad too long. You press yourself against him then, your arms encircling his waist, “Or we can just keep it, maybe take it out for a drive some time. You could even repair it, hand it down to Megs !”. You sound hopeful and you feel Toji relax in your hold until you mention Megumi, then he freezes and stares down at you, gaze nothing short of horrified.

“Absolutely not, do you want the fucker to knock up some girl in there ? We both know this car is fucking cursed or something”. He shivers against you and you just laugh. Your effervescent fit of giggles soothes his initial horror, and he lets out a deep laugh of his own.

There’s a beat of silence when you share a knowing grin, both reminiscing on shameless moonlit trysts in the backseat of Toji’s car, when he was still rooming with Shiu and the urge to fuck you got the better of him. It was easier to have you in the ‘privacy’ of his car than to risk having Shiu hear your pretty whimpers of pleasure Toji treasured so much, he reasoned. He was as territorial as they come - still is - so you grew well acquainted with the cool leather seats of the cramped Camaro.

One occurrence stands out, though. At the time you hadn’t seen him in days, away on a job of your own, and when you reunited you were both beyond pent-up. For the first time you were the one begging him for a quick fuck, just something to dull the edge of the sharp want twisting your insides before Shiu was out of Toji’s hair so he could make up for lost time properly.

Toji was quick to agree, driving you in a secluded parking lot. Before he could even turn the engine down, you were lunging towards him, one hand supporting you on the centre console and the other twisting in the fabric of his shirt. You were already a wanton mess, kissing the corner of his scarred lips in a silent plea for more and he was too happy to be desired to deny you, opening his mouth to sloth his tongue against yours. It was messy and sloppy, a cacophony of broken whimpers and the unmistakable rustling of clothes being shed.

He swiftly pulled you on his lap, ridding you of your blouse and kissing his way down to your collarbones. He was a man starved, sucking shamelessly at the sensitive skin above your breasts then trailing wet kisses up the exposed column of your throat, relishing in your little mewls and the fevered drag of your clothed cunt on his growing bulge.

“I missed you so much, pretty girl - fucking hell, I couldn’t stop thinking about you”, he groaned into your skin, deft fingers undoing your bra with practised ease and moving to pull at your pebbled nipples. Even in your lust fuelled high, you could find it in you to be flustered, his words going straight to your untouched clit and making you squirm harder against him.

It should’ve been ridiculous to feel so much from so little, pleasure overpowering the discomfort of the empty belt buckle digging in your knee, the shame of dripping in your underwear just from words and small kisses but you’d never wanted anyone more and you were past hiding it.

You ground your hips harder into him, cupping his face and pulling his mouth away from where he was biting down on your nipple to kiss him fervently, pleading into his mouth, “Toji, more – Fuck, I need you, I missed you too”. He smiled against your kiss, running his hands down your sides then holding your waist in a loose grip, forcing you into a slower, more deliberate rhythm against his leaking cock. “Yeah ? What do you need, baby ? Say it and I’ll give it to you”, he cooed against your lips but before you could answer he was already dragging into another searing open-mouthed kiss, his hold on your waist tightening into a bruising grip. You drank down everything he had to offer, spit running past the corner of your lips, and he was just as eager to taste you.

You wordlessly guided one of his hands down to the hem of your skirt and when his thumb grazed the damp lace of your underwear, you almost let out an airy whimper of his name. You were back to humping his cock straining against his jeans, no real rhythm to your movements, just the urge to feel more, give more then take everything he had to offer.

Toji took care of you though, like he always did : he dug his large fingers into your thigh enough to hurt, slowing you down and making you wince against his lips, then he was pulling your ruined panties to the side and running a finger along your slit. He hissed at the contact and you moaned. “Soaking wet already, my baby’s so eager for me”, he mused to himself, a heady pleasure starting to cloud his senses.

“A couple of days away got your pretty pussy leaking just from a few kisses, poor baby ; want me to make it better, fuck the neediness out of you ?”, he mumbled against your throat, hiding the alarming shade of red flushing his cheeks, relieved that he could conceal his arousal behind yours.

It only heightened your pleasure as you nodded fervently and chased the fingers he used to pinch and pull at your puffy lips, breathlessly asking for “Just one finger, please Toji”.

Your little pleas, so desperate and polite but unmistakably ravenous, made his head swim with pleasure so he stopped his teasing and traced a finger down to your hole, circling it. He swore he could hear the ecstasy in your airy voice when you sunk down on his finger, rocking your hips back and forth and fuck, you were tighter than usual, so much wetter too.

When you’ve been starved for days, every little touch is magnified so you rode his digits like you would his cock - eyes closed and walls spasming, and you were rewarded with another thick finger sinking in you and curling alongside the first. Toji spread them out inside of you and circled your clit in small, measured strokes of his thumb, eager to have more of your slick pouring down his palm, to see your pretty face twist in pleasure while you fucked yourself on his hand. He was obsessed with the idea of you using him to get off, it was exhilarating ; it sent a rush like no other in him, a tingling sensation blooming in his chest followed by a jolt of pleasure in his cock and a heady pride clouding his mind.

“Are you close ?”, he whispered in between sucks to one of your pert nipples. He knew you were, could easily tell from how much you were leaking and shaking around his fingers, but he liked hearing your whiny voice slur out the words anyway. “Y-Yeah, I’m so close Toji, please keep going”, you pleaded, high-pitched and needy. Suddenly, he stopped moving his fingers inside of you and bit down on your nipple, hard. It made you squeak and jolt in his lap, your ruined orgasm paining you more than the mean tug of his teeth around your flesh. “Ask for it" , Toji groaned. "Beg me nicely and I might just let you cum".

You were all too happy to tell just how much you needed him, frenzied pleas bubbling out past your kiss-swollen lips before you could even think, “Please, please I need you; I-I– haven’t even touched myself in days; can’t cum without you anymore”.

It would’ve been pathetic if it didn’t get Toji’s dick impossibly harder, plaguing his mind with images of his darling girl trying to fuck herself to sleep in a dingy hotel room miles away from home, only to relent and let all that pent-up lust fester. He was getting drunk off of your little mewls and your hushed confessions, spurring you on, “Yeah ? You waited to come back to me so I can get you off ? Is that why you begged me to fuck you in the car like a whore ?”.

Because you were easy, his crudeness did it for you and you turned into a babbling mess, confessing to everything ; how you counted the days down until you could see him again, how you’d tried and failed to get yourself off to thoughts of his hands and mouth on you, how badly you needed him. It sent him in a frenzy, the pace of his fingers slamming in your cunt and against that tender spot inside you becoming truly brutal. Toji thought he might cum untouched just from the unmistakable clenching of your cunt around his fingers trying to suck him in and the high keen of his name escaping your rosy lips.

He covered up his own pleasured groans against your tits, mumbling shameless praise that heightened the ebb and flow of your orgasm, telling you just “What a fucking good girl you are, making a mess on me; you’re so beautiful when you cum, I need you to soak my cock like you did my fingers”.

He didn’t waste time reclining his seat and pushing it as far as possible from the steering wheel, taking his already leaking cock out of his trousers and pumping it a few times.

You were out of it, barely lucid after your first orgasm but you were already eyeing his cock with the voracious glint in your eyes that Toji’s became well acquainted with so he had no qualms about pushing you down into his cock even as you hissed and whined. He was courteous enough to let you experimentally roll your hips and get used to the burning stretch, but when you relaxed around him, he grabbed your ass and started guiding you up and down his length at a dizzying pace.

You were a wanton mess all over again, quickly recovering from the remnants of your first orgasm and already chasing the next and Toji just had to wonder how he even had it in him to let you go in the first place.

Every time you left for one of your business trips, he found himself yearning for you more. He craved you all the time and not just for the sex, these days he’s grown content to just do anything or nothing at all with you - running errands, watching movies, playing house at his tiny apartment when Shiu finally fucked off and he realised it only really felt like a home when you were there anyway, so maybe he was getting all sappy or maybe he --

“I love you”, he blurted out without thinking, balls deep inside you and face buried in your tits.

It was barely above a whisper but it was there, soft and weightless, and the air around you shifted under the pressure of things unsaid finally snapping.

You froze above him, pretty doe eyes looking down at him in awe and…relief ? He couldn’t be sure, not when the pale light of tired lampposts barely pierced through the darkness of the small car.

He almost wanted to backpedal, tell you that he didn’t mean it or laugh it off as crazed sex talk but then you were bending down to kiss him and his brain short-circuited.

You were painfully sweet, swollen lips brushing the scar bisecting his mouth and pressing featherlight kisses against his cheeks and jaw. “I love you too”, you whispered in a honeyed voice. It made him swallow around the lump in his throat, engorged cock twitching uncontrollably against your snug walls, and he thought that he could've died a happy man then and there.

He marvelled at how easy it was for you to make him spiral, your hushed confession was like a saccharine high that cut through a lifetime of bitterness, and he had to hear it again, begged you - “Say it again, say it”.

“I love you so much, honey” this time was even better than the first, deliberate and slow, your smile apparent in your voice. He laughed a little with you, breathless and so happy his chuckle threatened to break into a stifled sob. “Honey”, he parroted and you nodded, “Don’t like it ?”.

“I love it, wanna hear more”, he admitted in hushed whisper and you were eager to please him, lifting off your hips and slamming them back down against his with a drawled out moan of the pet name. Then you were the one fucking him, a slow rhythm of your ass slapping his thighs, the lull in between the sound of skin against skin filled with your mewled “I love you”’s.

“Don’t think I can let you go after this”, he mumbled into your chest, painfully honest, arms loosely draped around your waist just to slow you down. You laughed breathlessly against him, reaching a hand to brush inky black hair out of his eyes, “I don’t plan on going anywhere, Toji”.

You rolled your hips harder against him and squeezed around his length, “I’ll stay as long as you’ll have me”.

That’s all the reassurance he needed before he picked up speed again, thrusting his hips up so he could fuck into you and draw more of those happy little sounds he loved so much. He looked at you through half-lidded eyes, drinking in how well you took him and how beautiful you looked, then everything he’s held back spilt out, a diluvian stream of consciousness - confessions of you how long he’s loved you, how he couldn’t bear to be separated from you, how hard he’s tried to get clean just for you.

It had you sobbing against him, his new-found candour and the brutal drag of his veiny cock in your sensitive cunt igniting a white-hot pleasure deep in your belly.

What got you though is his the strain in his voice when he promised to become even better just for you, nonsensical babbles about domestic bliss - “I’ll be so good to you sweetheart, I’ll give my pretty girl anything she needs - fuck, I’ll get you a nice ring and a white picket fence house and – a-aah shit, you’re sucking me in – anything at all, just say the word and it’s yours”.

The suburban dream he painted had you clawing at his shoulders as your orgasm threatened to rush through you. “Just want you, Toji” you slurred out, tender and sincere and it spurred him into fucking you in a mind-numbing high, pumping you full of his cum and kissing you through it and promising, “I’m already yours, sweetheart”.

His orgasm felt never-ending, rope after rope of sticky cum pouring into your fluttering cunt. He smoothed one large hand over your lower stomach, musing absentmindedly, “You’re just so good, letting me fuck you full of cum. You just keep sucking me in like you want it to take, greedy little thing”.

With your sex-high wearing off, you hid your face in his neck, chiding, “Stop saying that”.

“What ? That you like being bred ?”, his thundering laugh cut through the thick silence of the car and you hit his chest to shut him up.

A pleasant quietness settled over you once again and Toji spoke up after a while, “Hey, but what if it works ?”.

“It won’t, I’m on birth control you imbecile”.

“Lose the attitude, I know you are but I’m just sayin' - hypothetically, if you were to get pregnant then…”, he trailed off, bringing one large to brush your hair out of your face, levelling a hesitant gaze at your flushed face. You let a heavy silence hang between you.

“Then ?”

“Then I’ll kick Shiu out to make room for the new brat”.

“Good thing I won’t get pregnant then”.

And surely enough, you did get pregnant (to your mild horror and Toji’s delight) and the only explanation Toji came up with after all those years was that the little Camaro cursed you into being fertile when you shouldn’t have been.

Your intimate reverie and the quiet of the late afternoon are disturbed as a chipper pair of boys runs to you on the yard, tufts of pink and black hair obstructing your view when the pair jumps in your arms. Megumi and his friend-turned-brother Yuuji are eager to tell you about their day but their attention is quickly diverted from you as they catch a glimpse of the old red car in the garage.

Before they can make a run for it and inspect it, Toji grabs them both by the collar and lifts them up, scowling menacingly at Megumi, “Now listen boy, if there’s one rule you need to follow under my roof, it’s to never get near that car - it’s cursed, you hear me?”. Megumi looks quizzically at his father, then at you, and finally nods before scurrying inside the house with his friend. You laugh at Toji, hugging him again, “So intimidating, don’t want the kid to know where he came from ?”. “Shut up, I’m just not ready to be a grandpa”, he retorts, flicking your forehead then kissing it better.

You think the old Camaro still has some good days ahead of it though, because like he’s done countless times before, Toji ends up covering the car again and vowing to get rid of it some other time.

Thanks for reading ! Any comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated

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Ask Discord Whooves has come to its conclusion, and that means the posts below this point contain major spoilers for the story! This post will also have the author's final comments below a 'read more' to avoid spoilers. In this commentary, I will talk about new details about the story, such as what the future looks like in this universe and clearing up some lore.

If you wish to read from the beginning, you can start from the first page here!

Or, if you were in the middle of reading and wish to start where you left off, go to the table of contents here!

Also for consideration, you can read the prequel blog @lovestruck-derpy and the side blog @askthetimemaster to get more insight on the story. It is recommended you read Lovestruck Derpy first, then Ask The Time Master after you've read Discord Whooves.

Other side blogs involved in the story that can be read after everything else for a little more insight are as follows:

@tantamount-time-turner @torchwoodv @valtavia

Thank you for being interested in the story, I hope you enjoy your read!

!!AUTHOR FINAL COMMENTS BELOW!!

It would be appreciated if people who have read the blog to its end read this post and give their input on the overall story via comment or reblog, or sending the author @jitterbugjive a comment via ask or submission.

Surprise, everyone! Coach is The Doctor's next life!

This was the original plan from the very start of when I made Coach. Look, here's some proof, the plush I had commissioned of him has a cutie mark!

For those who don't know who (Pony) Coach is, you can read a bunch of asks sent to him here and get to know him, and for those who do know him you can re-read with context:

[Coach at The-Character-Lounge]

Now, I know I've moved on and made Coach a human and his own character for my current main project, My Magic Grandpa, but that was because I loved him as a character so much that I couldn't just end him after Discord Whooves.

He and his Granddaughter Suzie have paranormal fantasy adventures in the 90s starting in Oregon. You can read the comic which has been updating for 4 years here: http://www.mymagicgrandpa.com OR http://www.mymagicgrandpa.net for better phone viewing.

If you want more Doctor Whooves content from me, consider following the youtube series "Doctor Whooves and Assistant", where I am the head writer and voice actor for Derpy. It is still active and hopefully will be for quite some time.

I also want people to know about three more of my original projects,”Bedeviled Dotty” ( @bedeviled-dotty), “Once Upon a Calamity” ( @nightmaretales) and “WTF? I’m a Magical Girl’s Familiar?!” (@magicalgirlsfamiliar) Two of which I want to start updating in 2024 and one that's been updating for a few years now.

OUAC has been around for a very long time, it’s a collection of familiar but twisted fairy tales and it has been on hiatus for years because of my other projects taking priority. I'm excited to be bringing it back.

WTF?MGF meanwhile is an adult dark comedy magical girl comic combined with an apocalyptic outbreak scenario. Its pilot will launch in January of 2024 and the comic will begin properly in 2025.

“Bedeviled Dotty” has been going for a few years now, and is a story about a magical anthro rabbit who makes a deal with a kitsune in order to obtain the love of her professor.

I highly encourage people to check them out!

Now about The Doctor version of Coach! When he first regenerated, he was ecstatic to have a small nose!

Not only that but he had a new appreciation for life and took on a life to the fullest attitude. He also cast away the identity of 'The Doctor', letting himself become his own as 'Coach' because he considers himself a referee to the universe and a sort of life coach to whoever he encounters. (Those that can stand him of course) He loves interacting with others, but he can be impatient and snippy at times and quite pushy without meaning to. He also has a hard time reading others' emotions, and can only think in context of how he would feel. This is because in this life he has something akin to ASD that he's unaware of, and it's a huge challenge for him because of how much he wants to help and entertain others.

He likes to use sports words and phrases in his vocabulary, which would be his quirk. He also collects sports equipment and uses them for experiments and inventions, though he doesn't really like sports themselves.

One of the last things Derpy said to him before she died was that she had no regrets, and neither should he. So in his next life, as Coach, he took this very seriously and is always moving forward with no regrets. This can make him seem heartless at times because of how easily he leaves things behind, but he always needs to be on the move and needs to change things up because he's teaming with chaos magic.

That's right, the chaos energy stayed with him, but it manifested in a more controllable form because he became a unicorn. He can't use normal unicorn spells, a lot of his magic has a mind of its own. It will often do as asked, but it will do it in random ways. 'Open a locked door' for example could mean unlocking the door, or turning the door into popcorn. One of his first magic mishaps was transmogrifying his sonic screwdriver into a golf club. It still functions the same, just has a different shape now.

Coach spent about 60 years exploring on his own and taking on temporary companions that he'd keep a distance from so chances of anything bad happening to them would be less. But he eventually longs to see his Grandaughter, Tootsie Flute, and wants to take her on adventures with him, feeling like it would be a good do-over from the old Doctor's life. He fondly calls her Suzie because of reminiscing about the memories of Susan from the 1st Doctor days. While Suzie is often exasperated with him, she is also fascinated with him and the things he shows her. She has to keep their adventures a secret though, because Coach is scared to face his old family again and disappoint them. He doesn't want to see them without being able to understand them any more, it would break his hearts.

In order to take Suzie on adventures with him, they find a rogue changeling to replace her at home.

Speaking of changelings, he keeps in contact with [Tantamount Doctor], who has since started his own hive and is now a Royal. He gets much adored offerings of cheese from Coach.

The Doctor also never really felt like there was a right time to approach The Master’s daughter, Eighth Note. He kept feeling like it would ruin her otherwise good life to introduce her to time and space like that. She grew up to be a nurse in a maternity ward, her beautiful voice soothing babies as she would sing to them. Perhaps she has a little hypnotic influence from her father?

But Coach meanwhile with his no regrets attitude charged right in to take her on as a temporary companion to show her the ropes of being a Time Lord and having a TARDIS of her own. Needless to say, she’s trouble for Coach, as she can be a huge tease and she enjoys flustering the poor guy who just doesn’t want the Master to come back from the grave to kill him. It’s all in good fun for her and never serious, though, so nothing of an intimate nature really happens between them.

Finally, whenever Coach regenerated which wouldn't be for a long time, it would be because the chaos magic would become too unstable and the only way he can stay alive is to regenerate into a draconequus. Which gives us -drumroll-

Pandemonium!

Pandemonium is on the chaotic good alignment and he finds a way to bring back Gallopfrey and allow the true pony Doctor and Master to exist. He playfully antagonizes them and tries to keep them on a good path as best he can.

And that's pretty much how the whole thing ends!

When I started Discord Whooves, I was in a pretty dark place. I was bitter, angry, feeling like I had to fill peoples' expectations without really having anything special of my own. Discord Whooves started as a vent blog because A. The Brony fandom's constant pressure on me as a well known voice actor for Derpy, which made me bitter about her, B. Because I was upset I was getting known more for my voice than my main talent, drawing, on top of feeling dysphoric about my feminine voice, and C. The expectations that were on me reflected on how I acted, and I wanted to do something dark without my old name attached to it to prove I could do something interesting besides PG rated radio plays. I gained a lot more popularity than I thought I ever would, and had so much support, and as JitterbugJive I got to be myself without any expectations. It helped me come out eventually not only as BaldDumboRat, but as a transgender male.

Popularity sadly got to my head, it caused a lot of stress and a lot of outbursts and when I started my mod blog I was a very calm person who brushed things off. But more and more people started to pick fights with me and I felt the need to defend myself. This was also during a time I made another vent blog that was for dealing with the abuse I'd been through in the past, so I was facing a lot of demons at the time and could be triggered easily.

And then I had my bi-polar manic episode that made me literally insane for months, which threw me in to a year long depression that destroyed my art for a good while (It looked really really awful during that time, a lot of people noticed it) but the good thing about it was that it got me in touch with a therapist and got me diagnosed not only bi-polar 1 but PTSD, which was a shock to me but it made a lot of sense. I got a PTSD service dog, anxiety medication, bi-polar medication, and while the year of depression sucked I slowly got to pull myself back together and reflect on who I'd been. With anxiety meds I wasn't getting as angry any more, and therapy was helping me properly cope with the past and with the popularity issues. I wanted to be a better person, and I became one.

I even decided to take on a career path where I could help other people like me and like Discord Doctor, becoming a peer wellness specialist to help those experiencing mental illness and addiction. I use my own experiences to connect with them, give them hope, and show them they are not alone and there are people who do understand what they're going through who will help them. The training I went through ended up changing a lot of aspects of how Discord Whooves was treated moving forward, giving him a more realistic journey and showing people a very true message of hope and recovery. And the only reason I'm where I am now is because of experiencing that first psychotic episode that made me reach out for help.

I had two psychotic episodes in the span of Discord Whooves’ run, and they gave me a first hand experience of what it’s like to completely lose control of your own actions. I hurt people, I caused a lot of damage, and I had to face the consequences of those actions. And because of this, I had personal knowledge of what it’s like to come out of such a horrible state, and all the guilt and fear that comes with it. The Doctor’s journey suddenly became so much more personal to me, because I’d been there. And his journey of recovery is to show that despite everything, there’s still hope. Recovery is possible.

Something else my mania did was lead me to the idea of My Magic Grandpa, because my head came up with so many crazy ideas that I wanted to use and I was looking for a lot of inspiration during my depression that it all started coming together. And thus Coach and Suzie evolved into humans in their own story, because I didn't entirely want Discord Whooves to end where Coach and Suzie only just begins. And now they can continue on in their own way, in my own way, and I can let go of a blog about depression and anger and instead make a story about growth and inspiration.

In a way, it's like I regenerated with The Doctor, and I hope people can appreciate that and continue to support me.

I want to thank all the people who have worked with me on this project, be it for crossover, to contribute guest art, to Warden and Lauren and a handful of other people who helped me write the story and brought fantastic characters into it. I couldn’t have gotten this far without you, and the story would be in a much worse place now if it weren’t for everyone’s help.

Thank you all for staying with me on this 12 year journey. Looking back, I've made some dumb mistakes, but I learned a lot from them and your dedication helped me stick to my guns and end my first large scale project! It hit some bumps but dammit I made it happen and I am so happy I did! Now I hope people will check out my other projects that were linked above. I will still produce pony content on @the-character-lounge on occasion when I have the time and motivation.

I want to continue to bring everyone compelling stories that will tug at their emotions, and I don't plan on disappearing. So if you want to continue this journey with me, to see what Coach and Suzie have evolved into, please give my other works a follow!

Thank you, everyone! Your comments on this post in particular would be greatly appreciated! What did you think of the story as a whole? What do you think of Coach being the Doctor’s new life? Are there things you were expecting or wished would be different? How would you have ended the story? Did you enjoy the finale? Did you have a theory that Coach was The Doctor? Who was your favorite character? Favorite moment? Least favorite moment? I want to know! Please talk about it!

#spoilers #warning #discord whooves #author

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Into the Spider-Verse: Spider-Ham (Marvel Tails #1 and Peter Porker, The Spectacular Spider-Ham #15) (Comissioned by WeirdKev15)

Hello all you happy webheads and welcome back to Into the Spider-Verse, my look at the origins of every webslinger from the landmark film in the build up to Across the Spider-Verse. And it's bittersweet to be this close to the end of the web here: i'm proud of myself for this project and kev for having cooked it up as it allowed me to really dig into my love of spider-man, and comics in general, with new ideas and even possible new retrospectives wholesale coming out of this.

But before we can end this ride, we still have one Spidey to cover, who after our previous spider-persons adventures with crackers and milk, their predecesors literal oppisite sex clone, mob goons without fear, rock n roll pop art halluciongens in your giant spider mecha, and giant spiders stripping you naked, one man comes along to say..

Yes it's time for the debut of Peter Porker, the Spectacular Spider-Ham a

And i'm sure many of you, both those familiar with the comics and those who just watched the movie, are asking the same question: why. The answer is simple. Way way back in the 1980's, Marvel had a new animated arm, Marvel Productions, which was a massive deal, producing both GI Joe and Transformers, which both started as comics first to promote the upcoming toylines, as well as Dungeons and Dragons, My LIttle Pony Tales, Muppet Babies, Jem and the Holograms, Kid N Play and the Biker Mice From Mars. There were also of course marvel cartoons like Spider-Man(the 80s one), Spider-Man and his Amazing Friends, The Incredible Hulk, the more popular Incredible Hulk and the infamous and destined to be covered Pryde of the X-Men Pilot.

So naturally Marvel wanted more ips to feed into the almighty merchandising machine, because shockingly, companies have ALWAYS wanted every dollar they can get out of making more and more adaptations as long s they can afford it. So two writers set to work to spitball this: They were Tom DeFalco, a longtime spider-man editor who would go on to write the guidebook I had as a kid that really got me into the comics and taught me a lot about his rogues gallery and more importantly would write the book himself briefly, being the one to crystalize Mary Jane's tragic Backstory and her knowing Peter Parker is spider-man all along. WIth him was the wonderful Larry Hama, at the time writing GI JOe for marvel.. and at the time of this writing STILL writing his continuation of that continuity for IDW as he should. Hama deserves all the credit for setting the foundations of the GI Joe universe most adaptations follows and for writing one hell of a comic in the process, and not one to rest on his laurels would later have the defining run on Wolverine's solo book.

So as you can imagine when these two legends get together.. they created a simple but enduringly weird joke that has lasted decades. It's a concept that just works: Spider-Man.. but he's a funny animal. Weirdly though Marvel Animation passed on it, not wanting anything to do with it despite the fact that in a time when Garfield was at the peak of his powers and they'd be making muppet babies, funny animals were a VERY easy sell. Seriously why Marvel Animation was so stupid is a riddle for the ages but Marvel liked printing money, so they put Porker in a one shot, Marvel Tails, parodying the marvel reprint mag marvel Tales. That said DeFalco didn't expect much from it and was suprised months later when the higher ups asked for another issue. He explained it was a one shot.. and then they asked when the next issue was and he got the memo. While DeFalco wrote the one shot that launched the character he freely admits he's not the one who made him a star. That honor goes to Steve Skeates. Skeates had been a mainstay in the industry, paticuarlly having a run on Aquaman i've been trying to read for some time that really launched the character to new heights before Superfriends would shove him back to the depths for a while. He was burnt out on the industry and freely admits he wouldn't of done the book for Larry Hama if it was any other book, but felt the format allowed him to do a throwback to the kinds of books he liked writing while still throwing in plenty of comedy to keep it fresh. The result was pretty great, with Skeates wisely having Porker's various foes not be the obvious joke of being the animals they resemble, for instance the Vulture being a possum in a buzzard suit instead of a vulture.

And we'll be seeing that contrast between Porker's humble one shot joke beginings and evolved more nuanced parody as unlike most of the characters featured... Porker didn't get his origin story for a while. While most of the spider-persons got there's in their very first appearance or arc, Porker's origin didn't come about till late in his solo books run. So today we'll be looking at both his first appearance in Marvel Tails, and his origin story in Peter Porker the Spectacular Spider-Ham #15 under the cut!

Spider-Ham begins his career in a typical spider-man setting: stopping a typical gang of thugs with ease and some quips. But it's not long before we get into one of the weird things about this story, something that just dosen't really work with it: Captain Americat. Cap is pictured here as Peter's steadfast partner and a reporter at his paper and none of this works. Now this is an AU, it COULD work and the idea of steve and peter being closer partners and steve mentoring him is great, just as the idea of Tony mentoring him was a brilliant one the movies captalized on. But here it's just treated as a normal thing without really being used for a joke that this is so unusual. A large part of this is something that's easy to forget as it hasn't been true about the character since the early 2000's. Spidey.. used to be a bit of a loner when it came to the rest of the Marvel Universe. Granted he was the kind of loaner who had an entire ongoing dedicated to him teaming up with other heroes and a tv show where he had two super college roomies he'd fight crime with, but when it came to consistant teamups his only real super friends were the fantastic four and in a few years Daredevil. Spider-Woman existed, but Jessica was largely her own thing by design, with only the name in common and wouldn't really become an ally or even friend of peter's till they were in the avengers together. Peter would have team ups but he really wasn't super close with the rest of the marvel universe. This changed in the early 2000's as his joining the new avengers gave him a lot of new allies in the marvel universe: He'd be on the new avengers until Brian Micheal Bendis left the book, he joined HIckman's avengers for the first arc, with Doc Ock taking his place, and joined the Mighty Avengers and Mark Waid's avengers afterwords, only in the last few years taking a break from the group entirely, ironically as his MCU counterpart became heavily associated with them himself. Not only that the dawn of the spider-verse and miles migrating to become the 616's second spider-man, meant peter soon had a spider-family.

Even now in his current tirefire of a solo i've been purposfully avoiding but suspect i'l lhave to confront some day, he has Ms Marvel, soon to be thrown in the fridge, Norman Osborn, long story, and his current girlfriend the black cat. Peter's no longer the solo operator he once was.. but back then it's very weird fo ra parody of the character to just.. casually hang out with Captain America regularly and this angle was wisely dropped.

This isn't the only weird thing in this issue either. For some reason rather than pulling from peter's many rogues, the issue has him face the Masked Marauder, some punk ripping off a super high tech arcade. It comes off more like a Scooby Doo Mystery complete with various red herings and the actual culprit showing up early on. He's not even the main threat as the everlovin hulk is also shoved into this issue. His origin is a little neat, with Bruce Bunny being an arcade game maker who gets shoved into a cabinet.

The result though just isn't that funny. Ther'es a good joke about steve stashing his shield in his coat

But otherwise i'ts just kinda.. there and didn't leave the best first impression back when I first read it. It's nicely drawn, but dosen't have much actually to say or any really satire of the character. It's clear they had the name but no idea what to do with it. THe backup is pretty funny though, the weird Goose Rider, take a while guess, who just.. spends it riding around, thinking about grabbing a burger, and dealing iwth shouty civlians and some random doofus called chainsaw. This satire.. actually works as from what I can tell Ghost Rider's early rogues gallery before his reinvention in the 90's wasn't all that impressive with few exceptions. It's more what I wanted. Thankfully when Peter got his title shot, things perked up and by the time we get to his origin... we get something delightful.

As you can tell both by the cover used for this review and from the title, this one's a parody of spider-man no more. Even if you haven't read the story (I've only read the iconic issue iwth the cover), you've doubtlessly seen it's cover, and the various homages to both that and the shot of peter throwing his costume in the trash and walking away, both by spider-heroes and the rest of the marvel. It helps that Sam Rami choose it as the backbone of Spider-Man 2 and ended up making an even BETTER version of the story in the process. Even Miles had his own version of it after his mom died and he blamed himself for it since the second ultimate venom was the reason she died. If you've read more recent comics and seen Rio alive and well that's because Miles befriended the Molocule Man, a very shy man with the power to control molocules... which shockingly for comics has been treated every bit as horrifyingly powerful as it should since his introduction, with MM's only real wekaness being his crippling neurosis. So when the universe died and was put back, Molocule brought her back as a thank you present. I had a point here.. ah yes.. I love the Molocule Man and feel he's a highly underated character. Oh that with the severe stress and sacrifice of being a spider-man, it's not a huge leap to have that moment of doubt. And it's an even shorter leap to take that moment and parody it and Peter's angst for all it's worth. We open with J Jonah Jackal hooking himself up to an idea machine while his three young wards, the junior newsboys watch. They are Jermiah Jackal, JJJ's snooty nephew, Bunson Bunny, our resident nerd who talks in big snetences and Upton Adam Stray, a combination of a black sterotype and

If your getting some deja vu from a rich magnate having three young sidekicks who both acompany him and try to steer away his worse instincts, one of whom is jonah's literal nephew.. GOOD. It means you have good taste and also get the bit. Spider-Ham has a bit of the old Scrooge McDuck stories in it's dna, simply adding spider-man and his rogues to the mix, and really JJJ is such a perfect fit for scrooge and Peter for Donald, that I can't blame both writers for dipping into this formula when it fits spider-man shockingly well now he's a pig.

This issue is written by steven Mellor, who took over the title later in his run, but like Skeates does a really fun job with it.

With Jonah having peter come to the clubhouse to view an idea he came up with that involves the kids

Peter deals with typical spider-man things. That is trying to get a date with his ex Betty Bat. It goes about usual for peter

Also as you might have noticed, hilariously, Peter Porker looks a LOT like John Mulaney, despite having been created only one year after John was born. I mean he's also a talking pig but the hair is distractingly like his future voice actors and I love it.

Baby P decides to handle this like a mature, rational young swine

Before bemoaning that he's still single.. what I like is that Mellor both really gets how Peter Parker Mopey Rants work, and milks it with everyone starring not sure what to do as peter ineternally rants and the janitor eventually asking him to leave as he's getting his tears on the floor. Peter then reflects back to his origin, the reason we're here. And even for a talking pig.. peter's origin is hilaroiusly bizzare. It's my kind of weird shenanigans. Okay so in this version Peter.. was a spider, which is clever enough.. but May was a mad scientest who befriended peter and showed him her new invention: a fission powered hairdryer. It made her radoactive, it wasn't good.. and well... I can't say what happens next and have most of you belivie it actually happened so here's photographic evdience.

This.. this is comedy gold, and clever as all hell. Just deciding to have may be radioactive nad bite peter. It's as nuts as it is brilliant and I love it. So we get the standard origin moments of Peter testing out his powers.. and we also get a nice gag out of him bending a pipe in the original amazing fantasy #15

Peter returns to find may basically the dodering old lady sterotype she was in earlier spider-man comics, and decides to look after her and not tell her the truth, as well as put his powers to use. Peter's genius in this version is also from the bite and thus Spider-Ham is born

After running into flash thompsons counterpart, who sadly isn't named flash beagle, we get jonah's meeting where he's dressed himself and the boys up in superhero outfits and ...

To become Black Beagle and his beagle brigadeers. Peter is dragged along for this and this.. is easily the weakest part of the issue. While the idea of Jonah becoming a hero himself is great and has been used well, here it's just kinda there and is mostly a setup for them to befriend "Andy Warthog" and see a bunch of celebrity pastiches. It's a boring page or two

Thankfully it picks up with a delightful parody of one of my faviorite spider-man rogue as the Hobgobbler crashes the party! God bless this pun. He kidnaps one of the celebrties and we get a ncie character moment. Despite how silly this character and his origin are... it's still neat to see the core of spider-man.. is still present.

No matter the universe, no matter who wears the mask... they can't turn down responsiblity. Try as he might.. Peter just can't let someone else get hurt if he can help it and that's what makes spider-man the hero we love so much: that drive to help people no matter what it takes. It's what makes a spider-person what they are wethere they be man, woman, ham or nb.

So Peter naturally wins, in a nicely drawn fight, cooks the turkey and drive sJonah home. He WANTS to just get some deserved sleep but Aunt May has other plans.. thankfully said plans give our hero his much deserved happy ending. Action is already his reward.

As you can probably figure, this issue is a massive improvment and it's clear even with two diffrent writers, the full ongoing got the concept better and more importantly had more fun with it. The result.. is fucking great. Also the puns. Dear lord the puns. And that's not getting into the backup which has the scavengers fight kangaroo the conquerer. Who damn well better be among the council of kangs. At any rate this issue was greatr and even with the brief slowdown, is a great issue, not only getting me reintrested in this run, but also showing off just what you can do with a parody: have it be both heartfelt and clearly get what it's making fun of while still being great.

Next Time: The web ends as we look at the movie itself. Anyone can wear the mask but is one Miles Morales up to the task? Can he fill peter's shoes? Well yeah, I mean there's even a sequel, but it's still one hell of a ride.

#spider-man #peter porker #spider-ham #mary jane waterbuffalo #john mulaney #into the spider-verse #across the spider-verse

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OH RUSSIAN CARTOONS! There was two tapes at the library here, both fairytales, one was the seven swan princes and the other, uhh, something to do with a pony and a feather? They were animated in this INCREDIBLE way, like it was a tapestry or a stage play, sometimes you'd see this whooole backdrop for one scene and the characters would move through it- and it was So Pretty. Can't remember what people said in them so maybe they weren't in English. I loved those so much. AH JUST LOOKED IT UP it's The Wild Swans! Dikie Lebedi! It's on youtube! Thank you for reminding me, now I can see it again!!!

Oh my goodness you saw some of them too? People usually don't know what I'm talking about, I'm so glad I got to remind you. They really are stunning, the way they were drawn always reminded me of those stained glass windows displaying a little story, but come to life!

Since we're already here, I'm gonna use this opportunity to show you my first love, the queen herself:

She kidnapped this boy and kid me low-key wanted her to take me instead.

What I always loved about russian fairy tales is that they tended to do the exact opposite of german ones. It was always the girl saving the day instead of some prince. Added some nice variety.

Ahh I'm so happy I got to talk about this for a bit (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

#I never saw the wild swans #but if it's on YouTube I might check it out! I've been meaning to rewatch some of those films anyways. #my mom's favourite was the 1977 film Vasilisa the Beautiful #she saw herself in her; since she was really attached to her long hair; it made her feel feminine #but she saw in that film that femininity goes far beyond that #at least that's what she told me #I think it was all because she had really short hair as a kid; and got mistaken for a boy a lot #the animation... #if I could find a newer movie that looks like that I'd watch it in a heartbeat #rätposting #asks #the snow queen #the wild swans

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🌸 Hi everyone!! Welcome to my blog!! Here is my current bio! 🌸

💖 My name is Star!! I’m currently 18 years old and my pronouns are she/her. 💖

🌈 I have anxiety and autism, so please be aware that I’m very, very shy and that my social skills are not the best. 🦄

❤️ I’m a selfshipper and I crush on quite a lot of fictional characters! Below is a list of my F/Os! Please DNI if you have the same F/Os as me. ❤️

🩷 My main F/O is Mr. Paulson from Teamo Supremo! I’ve been dating/selfshipping with him since May 31, 2020! I love him sooo much!!! X3 🩷

🩵 My second main F/O is Mr. Tinkerton from The Legend of Frosty the Snowman! I’ve been dating/selfshipping with him since February 4th, 2023! I love him to bits!!! :3 🩵

💗Other F/Os:💗

To keep things short and simple, I will only list some of my F/Os.

• Dexter’s Dad (Dexter’s Laboratory)

• Principal Pankley (The Legend of Frosty the Snowman)

• The Postman (Olive the Other Reindeer)

• Percy Polie (Rolie Polie Olie)

• Mr. Baldwin (Fish Hooks)

• Hugh Test (Johnny Test)

• Kent Mansley (The Iron Giant)

• Sarge Snorkel (Beetle Bailey)

• Burt Burtonburger (Kid vs. Kat)

• Stanley Livingston (Tennessee Tuxedo And His Tales)

• Surge Protector (Wreck-It Ralph)

• Andrew Morris (Ron’s Gone Wrong)

• Roger Ramjet (Roger Ramjet)

• Adam Flayman (Bee Movie)

• The Teacher/Sensei/Mr. S (Doraemon)

💛 These characters are shipped with my various OCs!

Here is a link to the introduction of my OCs!! https://www.tumblr.com/glitterberryshortcake/742910635441012736/heres-an-introduction-of-my-ocs-and-the-fos 💛

🌼 I’m an artist and animator! Most of the content you will see on this blog are my selfshipping/OC x canon art, and fanart of my hyperfixations/interests! 🌸

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Current major hyperfixations: The Legend of Frosty the Snowman, Teamo Supremo, Lalaloopsy, Precure/Pretty Cure, My Little Pony (all generations), Strawberry Shortcake (2003 and 2009 generations), Care Bears (all generations), Animal Crossing, and Sanrio.

Other interests: Five Nights At Freddy’s, Poppy Playtime, Touhou, Paw Patrol, Tokyo Mew Mew, Ojamajo Doremi, Hfjone, Puella Magi Madoka Magica, Danganronpa, and Splatoon.

⭐️ I know that this isn’t the best-looking bio, but it will be edited/updated and improved over time! ⭐️

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Dedicated to anyone out there who did their own Tribute to Stephen Hillenburg, I'm pretty sure we all know we're all know that I am indeed exactly Five Years late for this 😅

Considering that Today is the 62th Birthday to SpongeBob's creator who already passed away, I wanted to share my own tribute to him by drawing my own personal interpertation of Salacia hugging one of her pals (SpongeBob) knowing that Hillenburg is still there for his own creation (even if he may not be alive anymore).

Speaking of which, I wanted to share my own personal history with my own relationship with Hillenburg's creation throughout the Years.

As someone who was born in the 2000s era, I was never born in the 90s which always made Me the Youngst growing up as I was born around in a Crazy Blizzard around 2005 in the month of Christmas. There were a lot of popular things in life around my childhood like Angry Birds, Minecraft, Cut The Rope, My Little Pony, Hello Kitty, and even some First Modern Cartoon Network shows (before that studio went down) and all kinds of Early 2000s/2010s stuff that I've seen in life. One of my first exposures around in Pop Culture of that era when I was young was Disney and even a little addition of Dr. Seuss. I've watched SpongeBob around in its Seasons 4-8 when I was a Young Kid, growing up, I've always adored the Little Sponge Guy around in my childhood considering that it was one of my favorite shows from my childhood. Well, techincally, back then, I was actually more of a TAWOG Person being that Gumball was actually my very exposure of a very first fandom growing up as a kid (I even remember being obessessed with that CN Show until when I stopped watching it. Either that I was too busy on other things or that I was always stressed out on School).

I saw its First Movie when it came out One Year after I was born. I myself had watch that movie all the time as a kid, as I still enjoyed it at the very least to this day. Looking back at it, I actually haven't re-watched the film for quite a long time as it has been such a wicked long time considering that a lot of things change over the past few years of decades. Some things don't certainly age well in our childhood, others do age like wine.

Being a 2000s kid, I actually did had a few DVDs of Old Episodes from the Show from Seasons 1-3 as someone who always had a family moving place to place for weekends of vacation, I would always watch Movies and Shows all the time with my Parents. Sometimes, even if my Parents weren't around, I would sometimes watch a Few Movies and Shows by myself (mostly the obscured ones) on streaming services. Growing up, I had a fascination with Beach Life. I would always collect Seashells, Explore around the Sandy Places, and even most of the Time swim underwater where the Fishes would swim by. Though, oddly enough, SB wasn't the only Aquatic Media that I always loved as a kid since there were a few others that were also Aquatic as well like The Water Babies, Finding Nemo, Shark Tale, Disney's The Little Mermaid, and even Bubble Guppies. So yeah, you can at least pretty much tell that I was already born to be a Marine lover person who always had a life for Life under the Sea.

But when things start to change as I was around in my earliest Teen Years, I had no such more focus on SB anymore considering that like again, I had much focus for other things in life. New fandoms, Better Days (some were also terrible if you could put it that way). In 2018 (when I was 12 at that time of year), when I found out that SB's creator (Stephen Hillenburg) had passed away, I was completely shocked about his death and I had felt bad for the Other Hardcore Fans who missed him dearly partially because on how that he helped everyone's own childhoods with his own creation. I still remain a SB Fan that day but as someone who actually did not seen his New Seasons during that time, I still had no focus on looking back at it but whenever people pass away throughout decades, you'll always know how much you're gonna miss them, even if they were famous people from your childhood, especially for the ones who happen to inspire your own creaitives. Even losing a family member is hard for someone who has lost a few of them in their own life.

Then, around in the year, 2020 (when I was around 14), when SpongeBob was going to release its Third Film after it's Second Film in 2015 ("Sponge Out of Water" when I was 9), that Year itself was hell considering most of the horrible things that happened during that year that I'm pretty sure no one hasn't forget and still remembers that Worst Year to this day (My Mom broke her own Leg during that Year despite that she now broke her Arm in this Year, Kobe tragically died, and even COVID was the reason why we all had to be inside). Not to mention that I already lost my own Grandfather in December and my Mom was extremly heartbroken losing her own Father. When "Sponge On The Run" (Originally titled, "It's A Wonderful Sponge") was annoucned, it had so much delayed troubles I couldn't even be looking forward to seeing it, even after when it finally released around in August in Canada and then in March of 2021 on Netflix (though, it's not really on Netflix anymore last time that I've checked). But when I heard about the Controversy surronding it all because of the Spin-Offs that a lot of people on the internet were saying stuff like "STEPHEN DIDN'T WANT SPINOFFS!!!!!" or "NICK IS SPITTING ON HILLENBURG'S GRAVE BECAUSE HE ASKED FOR NO SPINOFFS!!!!!!" Look, I know that was all History stuff but if a few people are still acting like it to this day, they should get over themselves now. 

In case if you didn't know (or never watched the Third Movie), Sponge On The Run actually started the Whole Spinoffs in segments of Flashbacks to the Days where the Gang were at a Camp which was a brand new fresh start for SB considering after when Steph died, it was only up to his crew to take care his creation. Despite the fact that if you'd had watch all the episodes from the show, you would know that the franchise actually has its own Lore from Each Episode from the Past which people pointed out on how it was ridicolus to restart the lore (even I myself used to believe that). But looking back at the show, and how one of the Writers (Vincent Waller) pointed out that Steph knew about Kamp Koral, it turns out for what people have mislead in the past (if some still do to this day), I think what were all blind is that Steph actually said "He didn't know IF he could have seen in the potentails in wanting give his own Creation a Spin-Off" which, come to think of it, despite the show's genre of Surreal Comdey, I think we've been just living under the rock this whole time judging by how when we grow up, we start to realize that there is no such thing as "Canon" in a show like SB (usually, you'd see different types of canons in every other franchise like Sonic or Angry Birds). But even for that, sometimes a Story has no connection to the Other in terms of speaking in Timeline.

I still remember that time around in 2021 when I was introduced to SMG4, I remember seeing SpongeBob in other parody videos and even that one time I made my own SMG4 Fanfic featuring their own potrayal of the SB Characters (which I believe was kinda embrassing to Me to this day now that I've actually been thinking about it). 

Anyways, now as someone who has already gotten old, I have been looking back at some of my very old nostalgic things around in Childhood since 2022 while still looking forward to new things ahead. Mainly because after so much stress and grief upon everything that I once had in my old life, and now that my own Mother lost her Brother (who was my Uncle), I've already made my own descion Last Year of going through a New Life where I would have to face everything in my upcoming Adulthood, but I still missed my own childhood days. I've watched the Modern New Episodes (Seasons 9-12) for the very first time and honestly, I'm gotta have to admit here, but I actually like the New SpongeBob so much better than the Old One (apologises to those who still prefer the Classic), I still don't have nothing against the Old One but the New One feels so much improved with such Cartoony Whacky Animation that I like to think that I prefer the New Style over the Old Style (but still support both). I had watch the Third Film for the first time as I did used to think that it was bad (like how a lot of people say they would) but overtime, the way that I draw Poseidon somehow makes Me like that Third Movie since the Writers did want to put much heart for how much that Friendship truly meant around SpongeBob and his Friends.

I also couldn't thank Other Artists who done their own versions of Greek/Roman Gods into my own Personal Versions if the Other Gods in the Pantheon were in the Same Artstyle as King Neptune and King Poseidon in a Silly Show as inspiration for those (like my own friends) who have done interpertations of what Other Characters from the Source Material that never been adapted would look like in a form of the Artstyle. Ever since that I did my own personal take on Salacia, it completely took over Me as it made me have a strong fond for both the Sea Kings (even Poseidon and Amphitrite just became my New Mythological OTP alongside with Hades and Persephone thanks to Myself). Not to mention, I also had a long-passion for Old Stories for a long time, it also help Me to inspire to create my own personal versions of these said stories to interprete them in a different way which once lead me into my own Prequel Headcanon Project about the Lives of both King Neptune and King Poseidon in my AU if they weren't from different timelines. 

Overtime, as I always kept looking back at my old self, remembering the Days that I actually did had a Good Childhood, I'll always never forget my own Glorious Days where I grew up with such Nostalgic Things around in my life since SpongeBob was always truly one of my most favorites since the very beginning when I was came to the World. It just makes Me feel so much inspired by Hillenburg considering that he's a Marine biologist like how much I have a huge love for Nature and even a soft spot for Animals. Not only did I once feel hope for having a better future, but for a fact that I was born as a Sea Lover when it comes to looking into Other Aquatic Cultures and Media (New Ones like Splatoon, Ruby Gillman, and even Luca) and even old ones that I didn't saw as a child until Teenhood (The Sea Prince and The Fire Child).

It has come to my conclusion that SpongeBob as a show has always helped us build our childhood as things will always inspire us to give our very own bright imagintation, even to People who have Autism like Myself. While I do respect for those who are not into the show anymore because of its recent seasons, I still support it, even in my heart since I have not look back into it for such a long time as I believe it was my fault for not looking back at everything in my childhood. 

Thank You, Stephen Hillenburg. For reaching all of our own childhoods, even if we don't know what would life would be like without your own Magnificent Sea World.

Salacia (c) Me SpongeBob SquarePants (c) Stephen Hillenburg and Nickelodeon 

#rip stephen hillenburg #stephen hillenburg #spongebob squarepants #spongebob #spongebob fanart #salacia #thank you stephen hillenburg

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About

Casual doll collector. I barely know what I'm doing.

I want to collect at least 1 of each fashion doll brand. Especially early 2000's ones. There's plenty so I don't count knockoffs (unless they're really interesting....)

If you ever look for info like

-do X doll clothes fit Y doll

-measurements

-doll id (try google lens first tho!)

-size comparisons

then feel free to poke me after checking the list below (cause you'll know what dolls I got)

If there are any dolls you find interesting and aren't on the list, share, I wanna see :3

(Also, personal posts are tagged as #rustyspots)

✓ Owned

🔜Will arrive soon

👁️‍🗨️ Have my eyes on them

Checklist:

Arabian Friends

✓ Barbie

��� The Beatrix Girls

👁️‍🗨️Beauty Cuties

✓ BeKind Dolls

Be Fashion Academy

✓ BFF Crybabies

✓ Boxy Girls

👁️‍🗨️Bratz

✓ Bratz (but the tall ones lol)

✓ Bratzillaz

👁️‍🗨️Bratz Kidz

👁️‍🗨️ Bright Fairy Friends

👁️‍🗨️ Candyloks

Catalina

Catwalk Kitties

✓ Cave Club

✓ Creatable World

Crush: Urban Energy

✓ Cutie Pops

Dawn

👁️‍🗨️DC Super Hero Girls

✓ Decora Girlz

Defa Lucy

✓ Disney Descendants

✓ Diva Starz

✓ Dream Ella Extra Iconic Mini

✓ Dream Seekers

✓ Enchantimals

👁️‍🗨️Ever After High

✓ FailFix

Fairy Tale High

✓ Famosa Club Hello Kitty

✓ Fidgie Friends

✓ Flavas

✓ Freckles & Friends

👁️‍🗨️The Fresh Dolls

Fulla

Glitzeez ?

👁️‍🗨️ Glossy Bossy

👁️‍🗨️ Glo-Up girls

✓ Gorjuss

Gorgeous Creatures

✓ Hairdorables

👁️‍🗨️ Hairdorables Hairmazing

👁️‍🗨️ Hello Kitty and Friends

✓ Hi Glamm

iBesties (?)

Juku Couture

Just Grrls

👁️‍🗨️Kawaii Crush

👁️‍🗨️ Kindi Kids

Kiyaa

👁️‍🗨️ Kurhn

👁️‍🗨️ Kuu Kuu Harajuku

✓ Lalaloopsy

✓ Lammily

✓ La Dee Da

✓ Licca

👁️‍🗨️Little Bebops

👁️‍🗨️Liv

✓ Locksies

✓ LOL OMG

✓ LOL OMG Fierce

✓ LOL Tweens

✓ Lottie

👁️‍🗨️LPS Blythe

LULUPOP

✓ Magic Mixies Pixlings

👁️‍🗨️Mermaid High

✓ Mermaze Mermaidz

👁️‍🗨️Mia by Hello Kitty

MimiWorld

Miss Scouby

Mixis

MomokoDOLL

✓ Monster High Frightfully Tall

✓ Monster High G1 (LilSis, Medium, BigSis)

✓ Monster High G2

✓ Monster High G3

👁️‍🗨️Moxie Girls

👁️‍🗨️Moxie Teenz

👁️‍🗨️Myscene (any...)

✓ Myscene Fab Faces

Mystikats

Mystixx

✓ My Little Pony Equestria Girls

✓ Na! Na! Na! Surprise

Na! Na! Na! Surprise Teens

Naija Princess

✓ Nebulous Stars

✓ Novi Stars

✓ Once Upon A Zombie

Peteena

✓ Pinkie Cooper

✓ Piny Doll (PinyPon)

Pippa

Pixie Doodles

✓ Power Puff Girls Z

Precure Bandai (?)

👁️‍🗨️Prettie Girls Tween Scene

✓ Project Mc²

✓ Queens of Africa

✓ Rainbow High

✓ Rainbow High Junior

✓ Rainbow High My Runway Friend

✓ Regal Academy

Ruruko

Secret Jouju

✓ Shadow High

✓ Shibajuku Girls

👁️‍🗨️Shopkins Shoppies

✓ Sindy (Hasbro)

👁️‍🗨️Sindy (Pedigree)

✓ Snapstars

✓ Star Darlings

Starletz

✓ Steffi Love

👁️‍🗨️Strawberry Shortcake

Struts

Style Bae

Stylistaz

Sunny Day (?)

✓ Sweetyz

✓ Tattoo Divas

Trollz

Twilight Teens

👁️‍🗨️Unique Eyes

We Teens

✓ What's Her Face

Wild Childz (?)

✓ Wild Hearts Crew

✓ WWE Superstars Wrestling

Vibe Girls

✓ VIP Hair Academy

Vi and Va

Yue Sai Wa Wa

👁️‍🗨️Yummi-Land

Zeenie Dollz

👁️‍🗨️Zombie Girls

Side quest- Mini dolls? Chibi or kid-shaped

👁️‍🗨️Best Furry Friends

Ddung

👁️‍🗨️Lady Lovely Locks

✓ Sparkle Girlz Little Sparkles

Dolls (or their remains) that are pretty much impossible to get but one can hope ;w;

-Country Kuttiez

-Driks

-LaTeenaz

-Trashion Alley

"Duplicates" I want anyway cause they're my grails:

-target exclusive Pinkie Pie EG

-failfix, the blondie one cuz shes smoler than the rest

-Novi Stars Doe A Deer

-Monster High Isi Dawndancer

#so many of these dolls are like right in my arms reach i just dont have money ;_; #researching dolls made me realize that zuru is putting out shovelware dolls... #boring. cheap. ugly. #once i get my christmas bonus its so fucking joever #also i do kinda ignore some of the doll brands like... most barbie-like dolls #rustyspots

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De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

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© 2019 by Glen Ten-Eyck

Writing begun 10/01/19

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Possible triggers:  graveyard with real ghosts and such.  CMC

As they caught sight of Bonnie, poking her head through the door of her family crypt, the three began to back slowly away.  Sweetie Belle whispering to the other two, “Now?  Now you listen to me?  I told you that coming here was a bad idea.”

Scootaloo replied, “It is not like we are even breaking any sort of rule.  It is still daytime.  The cemetery gate isn’t locked yet or anything.”

Bonnie, her cloudy white fur and black mane contrasting well with the aged oak of the crypt door actually agreed.  “You don’t need to act frightened. The orange filly is right.  You have not broken any sort of rules by being here in the daytime, even on the eve of Nightmare Night.  I’m afraid that we don’t have any sort of treats for you, though.”

Cautiously, Apple Bloom pointed out, “We might not be quite so cautious if you weren’t about half out of that door while it’s still closed.  Are you some kind of ghost?”

Bonnie looked back in confusion while she stepped free of the crypt.  “No, I’m not a ghost or anything like that.  The ones here are my friends but I’m not one of them.  I am as alive as you are.  Why would anypony need to open a door?  What does that have to do with going through it?”

The CMC looked at each other blankly.  Apple Bloom pointed, “Are you SURE that you are alive?  See those hinges and lock?  Normal ponies need to unfasten the lock and then they can open the door to go in.”

Comprehension dawning on her face, Bonnie observed, “So that’s what those things are for!  I always wondered.  Before I learned to use a door properly, Zom or Junea always let me out.  I was little then and did not really pay attention.”

The CMC looked at each other in mild consternation.  “Who did you say taught you about using doors?”

Bonnie shrugged, “You know, just the ghosts and my other playmates.  Who else would?”

Pausing, she gave the CMC the old steely eye.  “Exactly what are you doing here?”

Scootaloo looked down and scuffed the grass before she replied, “We heard that Morgripe and his buddies were planning to mess up some graves. That’s wrong.  We kinda planned to set them up a sort of haunted graveyard.  We got springs and sheets to do fake ghosts that could jump out from behind gravestones.  You know, stuff like that.  Don’t want to hurt them, just scare them off so that they don’t damage anything.”

Bonnie perked right up!  “Oh, that will be so much fun!  I would love to help you!  I have some friends that would like to help too!  The Nightmare Moon is already up, so they can come out to join us!”

Sweetie Bell looked up at the gibbous moon lurking high in the sky and at the nearly set sun.  “Doesn’t the sun have to be down before, um, your buddies can come out?”

“No, silly!  They all follow the Night Mare.  As long as she is up, we can play!  They just usually wait until her sister goes down, that’s all.”

Bonnie bounced happily over to a big mausoleum, and stuck her head through the door!  The CMC could not hear anything through the heavy stone and solid door.  

Bonnie cheerfully came back and told them, “Wait here!  I am going to see if Flowering Ash or any of the other Ancient Ones want to help!”

She galloped off towards the back of the cemetery, where it faced the Everfree forest.

Apple Bloom watched her go.  She wondered in a soft voice, “Are Ma and Pa here? Will they be helping us?”

Sweetie Belle was watching critically and replied, “I don’t know, Apple Bloom, but Bonnie just jumped past the wall and it is sort of tumbldown and moss grown.  I have been here before and the back wall was not like that.”

In only a few moments Bonnie came floating serenely back, her legs folded neatly under her as if she were resting on something invisible.  She alighted in front of them and exulted, “We are getting two unicorn litches and Flowering Ash to come help!  We are getting some ghosts too!

“When Flowering Ash gets here, show us how to help and where to set your “haunts!”  The whole graveyard thinks that this is hilarious!”

It was only a few moments before they saw the head of a beautiful gray mare across the moss grown wall.  She reared up, forelegs folded and crossed the wall, her forelegs remaining folded as her huge snakelike body slithered across the stones and undulated swiftly to them.

While the CMC were watching the lamia, their eyes bugged out, two mostly skeletal unicorn litches leaped gracefully over the wall as well.

With all gathered, Flowering Ash wrapped her long body about the CMC, providing them with a comfortable resting place.  Bonnie, with absolute confidence, joined them in her coils.

Flowering Ash, smiled and suggested, “Please tell us what we need to know to help you set up this trap of frights for those vile vandals.”

Eagerly, Scootaloo dug into a big saddlebag and pulled out parts!  As she set a spring mounted to a cross stick, Apple Bloom pulled out a sheet, bound around soft straw with big googly eyes stuck on!  Sweetie Belle attached trigger strings and set stakes to hold them where hooves would trip them!

Giggling, Bonnie stomped one of the demonstration “ghost's” trigger strings!  The false haunt leaped up, driven by the spring!  It fluttered down flat, except for the bulbous head.  Suddenly it lifted up and floated about, flapping a little.

The CMC clapped hooves in delight!  “A real ghost in our fake one!  That is so perfect!”  

They guided the whole group to the area where they had overheard Morgripe and his buddies plotting to cross the cemetery wall.  Choosing tombstones and other grave markers with care, the whole group planted the phony ghosts to provide the best scares.

Thoughtfully, they planted some near the graveyard gate, too.  While they were doing that, Sweetie Belle noticed, “I guess that we are stuck here for the night.  They have locked the gate already.”

Apple Bloom felt the softest of hugs and a gentle neck kiss.  Almost like a breeze, her mane got ruffled.  Her eyes misted up.  “That you, Mom? Dad?  Thanks.”

Flowering Ash pointed out, “If you are here when things happen, it will spoil the effect.  Here, let me help.”

One by one, she held the CMC and lifted them over the wall, setting them gently on their hooves and pulling back to her massive coils for the next.

The next morning, all of Ponyville was abuzz with the story!  Morgripe and his friends had done it again!  They came running over their ladder screaming about ghosts and monsters in the graveyard!  Constables opening the gate had got a bit of a fright too, as spring trap “ghosts” jumped out at them!

Morgripe and Co. were in trouble again!  And the CMC, giggling behind their hooves could not say anything about their Nightmare Night adventure that actually worked like it was supposed to!

~THE END~

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you know…. I wouldn’t mind if you talked about Zipp in your rewrite idea that you mentioned 👉👈

...You will live to regret what you have just unleashed. Not only are you asking about terrible built up brainrot, you are also asking about my second favourite in the rewrite.

(P.S I am working off the movie and Make Your Mark here since my little sister refuses to watch Tell Your Tale and doesn't know about the comics and can barely even read, and I only watch MLP with her)

Anyways, LONG ANSWER INCOMING.

Before beginning with Zipp, I need to fix up some wordbuilding so bear with me!!

I won't go into full detail because that needs its own post but I will go basic overview of Maretime Bay, Zephyr Heights and Bridlewood.

So, in the movie Izzy mentions how unicorns thought all Earth Ponies were dumb asf. And we also saw Canterlogic tech to counter that.

Well, in my rewrite, earth ponies (being extremely paranoid about unicorns and pegasi and having no magic ever) advanced themselves and made a lot of technology basically to combat them. Eventually, the became the most advanced of the ponykinds, and they are the only place with WiFi and stuff (if I am forced to keep it).

For Bridlewood, I will lean HEAVILY into the superstitious stuff. I imagine unicorns will fall into stories about magic being evil and start living with nature and not really advance much due to the amount of fear generated by them losing the main thing that helped them everyday.

Now: Zephyr Heights. I don't like that it is in the clouds. I barely remember G4 (I was a little kid when it came out and I won't rewatch it). However, I remember vaguely that pegasi had a special type of magic that allowed them to walk on clouds and live on them.

Since G5 is a direct sequel where they have no magic- that literally wouldn't make any sense. Instead, they will live on the mountain in the movie and somewhat adapt to it.

And for how it is I want it to be a 70s and early 2000s mashup, because I think that would be cool (seriously no other reason sometimes you gotta pick aesthetics over logic, that or lean heavy into medieval royalty shit. nothing is set completely in stone with the worldbuilding)

Still sorta figuring out how the "only royals can fly" lie stuff will work out but whatever.

Anyway, ZEPHYRINA!! I love her omg.

-> Her Role as A Princess:

Definitely hates it. Not to borrow too much from Dash, but she is definitely a free spirit. Unlike her mother and sister, she doesn't like the spotlight and doesn't make many public appearancs, so the kingdom views her as a mysterious enigma, and she is the subject of MANY conspiracy theories (which are amped up to 1000 after their lie is exposed and the whole thing about working with other ponykinds to restore magic comes up).

She definitely reads all the conspiracies about her, out of pure curiosity and to see how accurate they are.

I sadly don't have this part fully fleshed out as I am conflicted between having her family permanently dethroned or not (on one hand, great drama. On the other, it wouldn't feel right not having Pipp as a princess) so moving on-

-> Detective Zipp Storm! (Also bit of backstory)

I am so excited to talk about this!! (I am an Ace attorney, Danganronpa, Detective Conan and Ahmed Khalid Tawfik fan, of course I am excited abt mystery)

[Pre-Make Your Mark/Movie]:

You know how Izzy got Sunny's lantern and that's why she went to Maretime Bay? Well, why the fuck doesn't Zipp get one too?

Basically, after Izzy recieves the lantern, she is beyond excited to have new pony friends! So, she makes her own lantern with its own letter and sends it off.

Only this letter reaches Zipp, who was sneaking out of the palace trying to practice a way to fly.

And that one letter leaves Zipp confused. She was sheltered her whole life thinking unicorns and earth ponies were evil and wanted to kill the pegasi and she was skeptical of the letter, even as a child.

She hid it away and would reread it every once in a while, thinking over the message inside about how she had friends in Bridlewood. She was sheltered and kept inside the Palace almost her whole life, she didn't really have any friends. The letter made her feel less lonely, somehow.

That tapped into her ever-growing curiosity and she wanted to research more about unicorns.

So Zipp would spend hours in the Royal library (which will definitely be bigger in my rewrite) digging up old books on Equestria before losing magic (since most newer ones were about her pegasi ancestors exclusively). Her main objectives were to find out more about the other ponykinds and to find a way to restore the pegasi's ability to fly and return to living on the clouds.

She would also stare at old murals and statues at stuff, analysing the shit out of them.

That's why she wouldn't be very scared of Sunny and Izzy when they wind up in Zephyr Heights (I am planning to keep the movie's general plot similar).

I wanna avoid spoiling too much of the movie and the series' plots and we're moving to "still unsure of this/planning" territory.

So we're gonna do this part with bullet points

Zipp definitely gets a design shift between the movie and make your mark. I am still planning out both of the designs (mainly as gijnkas cuz I can't draw horses)

Zipp and Misty's relationship will probably be the most fleshed out. They had so much potential. Zipp starts out being skeptical, starts trusting Misty a bit after realizing she's just awkward, they have a few heart-to-hearts, they become really close, then BAM! The reveal happens and Zipp is just feels absolutely betrayed and stupid and maybe cries a bit. And afterwards they start repairing their relationship bit by bit, but it takes a while since Zipp isn't really willing to go back to being close friends again.

I want Zipp to develop a stronger friendship with Sunny and Izzy, since they were both technically the reason she started breaking away from the prejudice against other ponies ingrained into her as a kid and made her feel less lonely. Zipp and Sunny could easily bond over research about Twilight and the old Mane Six and cross reference eachother.

For Zipp and Izzy, I imagine that Zipp would generally be very stressed all the time, and Izzy would always try to get her to relax a bit (and maybe get her to do craft projects with her). They just kinda hang out, yknow? Idk I just want more platonic fluff.

Pipp and Zipp's relationship- well, you'll see once I start posting about it 😈

Hitch and Zipp will probably have the same relationship in the show and movie, I can't really find any way to improve it, honest.

Anyways, I am so sorry this took so long to answer, nd sorry if the answer isn't satisfying I've just been very busy.

Hopefully I will get to talk more about it soon <3

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[timmymyluv]

act three

act three of the let others wage war, you, happy child, marry series

future tsar/romanov prince! timothée chalamet x danish!princess reader/oc

series masterlist

main masterlist

act one.

act two.

word count: 4.1k

warning(s): kissing, making out (nothing too steamy) more yearning that's all, vague sexual references if you squint

summary: your seemingly uneventful life meets a turn when you are faced a proposition that will propel you into the centre of a glittering empire as you wrestle with the prospects of leaving home or being with the one you love.

notes: a romanov au based on the grandmother of Anastasia- Maria Feodorovna. also based on the Danish Royal Family who were elected into the position and married into prestigious families and dynasties, with Christian IX her father known as the "father-in-law of Europe" during the 19th century.

side note: please lmk if you would like to join the taglist for any of my series/soc med aus or anything I upload! I lost track the first time but please send it again so I can organize it tysm 💕

"You don't turn your back on your destiny.”

― Trine Villemann, Queen of Deception 

 

What you were expected to do next, is probably what your mother trained you her entire life for. After spending another breakfast alongside the Tsarina, this time without your mother, you were to spend your next few afternoons in the library with Timothee. 

Besides from your introduction by the staircase and your brief altercation with you dropping your book, you have not spent any private time alone with the Russian heir one to one without his attention divided with your numerous family members.

You made your way through the marble halls, whipping your sweaty palms as you trembled in anxiety towards the library. With ribbons in your hair, braided as it’s split in the middle of your scalp before its pinned on the nape of your neck, you thought you looked like a show pony up for auction. 

Pink ribbons that complemented the all-white dress you wore, jacquard organza, with bell sleeves decorated with dotted lace and a plain pearl white chiffon belt around your waist. You found it a little superficial that you had to be dressed to the nines to get his attention, but you closed your eyes as you stopped behind the oak doors, taking a deep breath before you swing the door open towards the library. 

Absorbed into the leather spined book on the mahogany table, Tsesarevich Timothee did not hear your arrival. As you clear your throat, he looks up at you from the desk,  astounded as he shuts the book and stands up to greet you with a polite bow. 

“I apologize I did not hear you enter the room, Dagmar.” His cheeks flush in embarrassment and you can’t help but smile at how much younger and more childlike he seems suddenly, even with his dignified appearance and garments. 

Walking towards him so you sit across from him on matching oak chairs, he elegantly strides over to usher the seat for you, inviting you to take a seat before him, ever a gentleman. 

“Why, thank you Timothee. “ Minnie graciously nods in gratitude with a meek grin. In the absence of footmen usually doing announcements and assisting as your mothers unanimously agreed you both would be alone, devoid of your older brother Freddie in the other room. 

As he sits from across from you, you hesitantly don’t know where to place his hands or what to say. He notices your discomfort, affably trying to find common interests in the encyclopedia he was reading.

“I have been engrossed for hours in this library, it is filled with such a magnificent collection.  Do you usually read here often?”

“Very much so, Timothee. It’s my second home, my escape from everything around me. I like reading anything, probably more than my siblings. However, I am currently reading A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens.” 

“Yes, I have read that myself. Are you enjoying it so far?” 

“I am eager to finish it soon but I would not call it among my favourites.” 

He arches his eyebrow in curiosity, more unconstrained once he felt that you were less guarded with him.“Is that so? What else has been occupying your time, Minnie of Denmark.” 

You ramble on for what seems like hours on end on your ongoing interests, from the new dress patterns you have been trying, the meals you have been cooking up in the kitchen (even if you can now easily afford an entire array of chefs and maids in the palace), to the economic, philosophical and even political works in the abounding library filled with both ancient texts and new literature fresh off the press. 

    For the next few weeks up to the month, this has become part of your routine to spend a few hours in the private library with Timothee. In your own private nook and cranny, you’re both surrounded and intellectually yet also emotionally and mentally stimulated by lush, carved marble with golden leaves and statues intricately molded. 

It is between these halls where you truly get to know him, from his fondness of his family even within the wintry coldness of the aptly named Winter Palace, how he adores his only sister Maria among his rowdy brothers. 

He shared with you how it was like in the Imperial Russian royal court, from the elaborate court dress and protocol, the ceremonies, the holidays, the symbolism and the complexity of a world that is so unlike the one you know. 

The way Timothee described the ornate halls in the Tsarskoye Selo palaces, from the Malachite Room where Russian Grand Duchesses prepared for their matrimonial ceremonies, the remarkable itinerary from his past Grand Tour of Europe, from the vastness of the kingdom he is to inherit, the range of people he has met who will one day be ruled under his wing, the places and cultures he has explored. 

A certain tinge of jealousy formed from within you, but the compelling way he would unravel stories to you, from thoughts and ideas into spoken word, like the written poetry he had gradually introduced and shown you, fascinated you more by the day. You longed to get out of what felt like a plain cage in your tiny Denmark, you loved your country more than anything. You would die for it. 

Yet you could see the genuine admiration he had for your passionate, incongruous tirades for hours on end on what you sincerely cared about. From your avenue in swimming, rare for noble women and even less regular to be taught by a female swimming coach, ice skating by the lake and racing with your siblings - to the new economic and political theories emerging in universities where you longed to go in place of your indifferent brothers, new dress sketches, ribbons, laces, pearls, the places you wanted to go and what you wanted to do in the future. 

Yet you could not get rid of this inner knowing, this unspoken urge, almost your intuition or insight on your fate and potential - that you were meant for greater things. You were meant for the extravagance of life, not just a plain soldier’s wife like your sisters would be satisfied with. You would never be satisfied, there was always a hunger in you that would not be quenched, fulfilled and fed to fullness. 

With Alix en route to becoming Princess of Wales and future Queen of England, one of the great powers of Europe, then is it not only fitting for you as her younger sister to have a fate as befitting as hers? It felt wrong thinking that you would throw yourself to whatever eligible heir to try to one up your own flesh and blood, but there was more to it that you could not fully comprehend. 

    As the weeks continued and you became closer than ever to the Russian heir, it is an accumulation of built up tension and almost - longing, passion and unspoken emotion that is always present between the two of you. It grows, it lingers, it festers, no matter how much you try to kill it and you can visibly see him suppress himself as he would, a proper, respectable gentleman raised only with the finest breeding. 

“Tell me what a typical day in your tutoring sessions looks like?” Minnie inquires curiously, lounging on the golden loveseat with her palms folded under her chin as she kneels on the cushion and looks at him with wide eyes. 

“My mother is thoroughly involved in my education, from the selection of my tutors, the content of my curriculum, the traveling itinerary when I am actually out on the field rather than locked up in a palace. Both my parents have always emphasized to me that my role is privileged yet it is a duty, a responsibility to improve the lives of those who look under me. To be a public servant and not be indulgent in the trappings of wealth and revelry, is my goal as future Tsar of Russia.” 

 

…

Nearly reaching a month of when your library concussion became regular, you and Timothee dug deep into the halls of the aged library, having read, thoroughly discussed and explored the shelves closer to the main entrance by the oak table. 

You were scanning thoroughly through the bottom shelves, brushing  your fingers against the harsh spines of the pressed books, while he was up a few steps on the metal ladder, skimming through a few pages of books until he would find what he was looking for. 

    “Be careful you might fall off, Timmy.” You tease him partially, but downplaying the concern you had for his safety as you gripped tightly on the ladder for support. 

Over the hours you have gotten to know him closely and without formalities, you have been able to peek beyond the facade of the guarded, romantic Russian heir and become familiar with his sense of humour and unfiltered thoughts, dreams and aspirations, beyond the role he was raised to inherit. 

Shaking his head as he clambers down, he struggles to get his footing back on the ground before nearly colliding into you. The sheer force of the weight and holding back the ladder as he panics. 

You stride backwards haphazardly against the staircase, with his body pressing against yours, with his palms around your shoulders to soften the blow of impact, and a gentle hand on the side of your head in case any books fall over. 

Out of breath as your heart beats so loudly you can hear it echo in your eardrums, his breath warm against your skin, his nose touching yours and your mouth a millimeter away from his. Timothgee’s shaken expression turns into unabridged yearning, wanting to kiss you but not without your permission. Not like this. 

It was never proper for any respectable gentlemen, more so a royal prince, to make any advancements without a formal proposal. You attempt to speak up or push him away from you, but a part of you is frozen in place and has your words caught in your throat, eyes dilated in adoration. The scent of his aftershave lingered and you wanted to hollow yourself into its embrace.

“I-I sincerely apologize, Your Royal Highness.” Closing his eyes in restraint before he smooths the ruffles of your dress, pacing away from you unable to meet your eyes before he bows and leaves the room abruptly. It’s hard to deny the stinging hurt and conflict heavy on your chest as you recollect your breath, and fiddle with the loose curls in your hair. 

Stumbling into the closest upholstered chaise, you let out a breath of incredulity as you brush your fingerprints against your lips, feeling the ghost of what could have been. Your meetings with the heir are abruptly interrupted as you are too overwhelmed to see him in private without a crowd of your families and delegates present. 

…

“What if- what if she does not fancy me the same way I do?” Timothee asks, slamming down the French language newspaper he is unable to focus on and read as he sits by the reading table in his guest bedroom. 

Alexander, or Sasha, his younger brother by only a year, had finished his yearly military training before following his brother and mother to their excursion in Copenhagen. Taller, broader, with much more roguish and defined features than his delicate, almost ethereal, elfin brother, whatever differences they had could not be overcome by their unchanging bond. 

“No fool of a woman would refuse your advances, Tim. Besides, if you were to propose on bended knee to anyone from the street, whether it be from the Almanach de Gotha or the brothels, it would take a blind man to not see how her eyes speak of love to you in the same way.” Sasha retorts, crossing his legs as he lounges them over the table, throwing in a grape from the bowl next to him languidly as he looks out the window. 

“She is a beautiful girl-” 

“You act as if I have not seen her at the balls and the brunches we have attended in her home country, or worse, I have been subject to your hours of pining over you as you sing songs of praise in her name and declare her the love of your life even from the few photographs you had of her.” Sasha teases, dropping his legs and turning to face his brother with a pestering expression. 

He dodges the embroidered pillow Timothee throws at him facetiously, earning a chuckle from both before the elder leaves the room to reach for his parchment and his treasured, personally engraved inked fountain pen. 

In his absence, Timothee misses Alexander’s apprehensive frown towards the scatter of carte-de-visites of Minnie’s image. 

…

The cold, icy silence is broken in only a few days, as the time is ticking before his departure, with a full bouquet of pink roses and carnations by your front door, delivered not by your Danish maids but by his personal secretary and a few of his staff members. 

“Your Royal Highness, these are from His imperial Highness, Grand Duke Timothee Alexandrovich, ma’am. If you would so kindly accept, he has intricately put these together for you.” 

“For me?” They all nod in expectation, blinking at you expressionlessly before you miss the beat and graciously take the bouquet in your arms. Just as they bow politely to their absence, your ladies-in-waiting about to shut your bedroom door before you interrupt them to pick up the note inserted that fell down on the floor. 

“Dear Minnie, 

      I apologize for the impropriety of my behaviour since the last time we had met and have only parted since. I ask humbly to implore your kindness to forgive me and give me one more chance to be blessed with your company. If it pleases you, please send for a single white peony flower to be delivered to my bedside this morning, and I plead that you meet me at the same drawing room of the library we have become so accustomed to in the last Sunday before my decampment. 

Yours, 

Timmy” 

    Your heart fluttered that he had dropped the rigid formalities he had resorted to since you had last seen him in the flesh, still coming back to the nicknames that had sounded so natural to your tongue and felt like home. 

A singular peony flower was found by his bedside the following morning.

…

You have been on edge recently, restless and numb all around as you pace around your bedroom, pondering whether you go outside again and risk bumping into him before you are emotionally prepared to do so. 

In your velvet riding cape and with your riding shoes laced up tightly, you peer through the cream coloured curtains and you could already feel the tinge of regret if you do not ride in view of the perfect sunset, scattered in warm pinks and bright oranges. 

Sneaking past your distracted handmaidens, you furtively make your way towards the stables to ride with your beloved white stallion. Mounting on your horse masterfully, you tug on the leather straps before your horse Winter gallops eagerly towards the gorgeous fall weather outside. 

The breeze of fresh air hits your face suddenly, and you smile at the soothing sensation it gives you that nearly knocks off the tiredness and sleeplessness you have been fighting since you last saw Timothee. As you attempted to enjoy the scenery before you and the lush, pedicured gardens that you had so loved, you could not escape your thoughts of his acuminous, striking features, from his curved nose, the pink of his fine lips, his dreamy eyes that swirled of gold, of emerald green, and the blues of the seas all at once. 

Shaking your head, you tug on your leather straps to quicken the pace of your stallion. You feel the sweat glisten on your brow as the temperature rises and your cheeks redden in flush. 

Dried eyes and dark circles hollow your face from sleepless nights of tossing and turning. You cannot ignore the feeling, the butterflies, the thumping, the unintended calm, the peaceful knowing erupting from within you. 

What minutes you rode outside the palace grounds felt like hours, even as the noon sun began to slightly dim in the late summer. 

Just as you make a final turn to quickly stop over towards the private garden hidden beneath the grazed path that is concealed by bushes and mazes, you catch a glimpse of unruly curls amass a swad of fine silks and satin and you turn around so abruptly you're afraid you have gone whiplash. 

Dizzy and discombobulated as you hurriedly race back to your bedroom in hopes of being spared from scoldings from your parents, your swift, quiet riding turns rugged and emphatic. 

Whatever efforts you had to avoid your presence being known to Timothee are all in vain when you see him galloping towards you on your brothers horse from the corner of your eye when you turn around. 

Light-headed and wobbly as you halt your horse in front of an aged oak tree and plummet down your feet, you catch your breath leaning down and holding on your horses leather stirrups as he approaches you hurriedly. 

Feeling humiliated and abashed in your muddy riding gown, untucked hair falling off your lazily pinned bonnet and worn out riding boots, your heart continues to raise from the adrenaline of the chase, yet from the mere presence of him in your vicinity. 

"It has been too long, my dearest Dagmar. I cannot hide it any longer, what I feel towards you."

"What!?"

You scold yourself in your head immediately and bite your tongue at your tendency to speak before thinking, yet he is not phased. 

"What I feel towards you goes beyond political pressures and dynastic alliances, as I would rather die alone than marry someone out of duty and not love, Minnie." Hearing the hoarseness in his voice as he murmurs your nickname like a prayer feels so right, even when it felt like you were thrown off hundreds of miles spinning in unknown directions as the forked road splits in front of you. 

As he approaches you, you notice his lavender cravat is loosened from its formerly orderly knot, slugging along with his unbuttoned cream white shirt, revealing his milky skin. 

Seeing the same restlessness and fatigue in his swollen eyes and faint shadow of stubble on his chiseled face, your heart turns into knots that overwhelm you so much you fear you will burst into tears. 

As he steps forward towards you, you do not retreat and surrender as your back hits the firm tree trunk, his forehead brushing against yours as his eyes waver anxiously from your eyes to your lips. 

"Is it wrong I feel the same?" 

You sword you saw him roll his eyes in constrained want, his groans making you feel an unfamiliar wetness between your legs, nearly feeling his arousal harden between your thighs yet his wandering hands go no further than the columns of your curves. Feeling the fabric of your beige cropped Button jacket, you feel want coarse through your veins as you lean in towards him, your lips so close to his. 

"May I?" 

"I would die if you waited any longer."

He dives in with heated passion, hands tightly gripping around your waist as your palms slide up towards his shoulders and behind his neck. His lips feel warm against yours, exploring wildly as his tongue dances around your mouth yet constrains and softens as his lust is overpowered by a mellow, placid affection and infatuation for you. 

Timothée pulls away with swollen lips and dilated pupils that swirl in the hazel, gold and hints of ocean blue that you love so much. 

"The days I have left in Copenhagen are numbered but what is most important to me is you do not feel pressured to succumb to any external influences of your feelings to me. Take a few fortnights to think through what I have shared with you, Minnie. If you would give me the honour to be your wedded husband, I would do anything in my capability to make you happy and be loyal to you. Even if it costs my life."

Before you are able to process the heated exchange you have in the shaded, dimming forest, he is gone. 

…

“May I speak to Princess Dagmar, please. Alone?” 

The surreptitious knocks from the unlocked entrance of the parlor room interrupts your spirited discussions and round of games with your sisters, Alix and Thyra. Alix had just returned from England on her own, having won over the affections of Queen Victoria and began preparations before you were to join her with your family to England for the matrimonial ceremony. 

    Alix looks at you with a raised eyebrow, almost knowing from her subtle smirk as you pull gently from the hems of her sleeves, but she shakes her head as she stands up and pats your shoulder before she leaves. 

“Alix, where are you going?” You whisper with wide eyes.  

“You will be fine, dear Minnie. He wants to talk to you alone. Remember what we talked about.” 

As your mother Louise answers nearly feverishly, a grin on her face as she courtesies at the Russian heir and dragging your sisters along with her, slamming the door shut just to leave you and Timothee alone. 

Minnie stammers, fiddling with her fingers nervously. Timothee approaches you tensely with his arms by his sides, palms interlocked behind him. 

A poignant, charged silence occurs between the two of you. You sit there nervously, your skirt splayed out on the upholstered love seat, your words caught up in your throat. 

Mustering the courage, he clears his throat as he looks at you, stepping closer carefully. 

"Dagmar, I-You-" murmuring under his breath, switching back and forth between your shared English language, before spluttering in incomprehensible French and German that confused you further. 

"As you know, the road ahead for me is clearly paved as the future Tsar of Russia and it is a duty that I do not take lightly."

"Yes?" 

"Heavy is the crown that one bears and I understand it is not merely a privilege for me to splurge but a responsibility for me to serve my country men. I have met many great men far and wide, of the utmost intelligence, discipline -" as he nervously prances around the room, you stare at him with furrowed brows and a gaped mouth on confusion for his next step. 

" You are very kind, Timothee. Too kind, perhaps. "

"Yes, yes." He pauses intentionally, staring at you right in your eyes with an unknown expression. You are drawn into his hazel eyes sprinkled in gold and lush green, under a spell you don't want to break yourself free of. 

"And for the future Tsar, in order to rule the kingdom with the right mind and character, no matter how much preparation I would need, I would need a future Empress of Russia." Timothee approaches you, now more relaxed with slumped shoulders. Standing in front of you, hesitantly reaching forward until you offer your hands, clutching his large, slender fingers gently yet firmly and with purpose. 

Gulping tensely as you let out a shaky breath and close your eyes to collect your breath, before you meet his eye. You know what exactly he is asking for. 

"I had spoken for and asked permission from your beloved parents, His and Her Majesty, if they would grant me the honour of asking for your hand. In their kindness and grace, they only ask that you marry for love and it remains your choice in your choice of groom. If you believe that I am not worthy of your presence, one word from you and I will leave you in peace. I do not promise it will be an easy journey, for the undertaking I am humbly asking of you, but would you accept my proposal that you will become the future Empress of Russia by my side?  To be my destined spouse in front of the church, our Father in Christ and our people?" 

"Yes! Yes! Without question." You interrupt him suddenly, looking up as you jump on your feet. With your voice highly pitched with your wide eyes and raised cheeks, you leap into his arms with an disarming speed that nearly knocks him off his feet. 

Caught off guard, he errors into an overjoyed smile, eyes wrinkled in his unrbidled joy, wrapping his arms around your waist with happy tears brimming from his eyes as you pepper gentle kisses on the apple of his cheeks and brushing over his nose. 

Pulling away to stand in front of him, you gently grasp his forearms as he circles his hands around your waist. You exhale slowly, admiring him with gentle, soft eyes and a satisfied grin. 

Your life changed forever. Another world opens up to you. 

#Spotify #timothee chalamet imagines #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet scenarios #timothee chalamet #timothee x reader #timothee chalamet x you #timothee chalamet social media aus #timothee chalamet soc med aus #timothee chalamet smut #timothee chalamet fluff #timothee chalamet angst #celebrity imagines #fyp #celebrity fake insta #celebrity smut #fanfics #writing #original content #writing community #romanov au #loww series #timothee chalamet one shot #timothee fanfic #timothee one shot #timothee smut

[heckyeahponyscans]

Thoughts and Spoilers for MYM #8

Episode summary:  Oh no, Sparky has gone missing!! 

Hitch is frantic and the ponies are searching everywhere . . . but unbeknownst to them Misty is hiding Sparky right under their noses, in a supply closet in the Crystal Brighthouse.  Opaline has promised her a cutie mark if she brings Sparky to the dark castle, but wrangling the baby dragon is harder than it seems!  In the end Misty doesn’t succeed in bringing Sparky to the castle, but she does capture some of his dragonfire in a jar for Opaline.

General Thoughts:  Hitch’s connection with Sparky and his worries about whether he’s being a good “dragon dad” were very heartfelt.  I like that we see a male character in a nurturing, child-care role, which is still pretty uncommon. The B-plot with his friends getting in each other’s way was a little too simple for me (it seems like they should be past that) but it didn’t take up too much time so it’s fine.

Misty was the standout of this episode.  You can really see how being raised by Opaline has influenced her.  She will do ANYTHING to get her cutie mark, but she’s also naive and blind Opaline’s true nature . . . Misty promises Sparky that she will return him to Maretime Bay later, as though Opaline would ever let him out of her sight again.

Her return to Opaline, empty-handed (except some dragonfire caught in a jar) is heartrending as she crawls across the floor, practically hyperventilating.  The dragonfire super-charges Opaline’s magic, but not to the extent she wants, and she unleashes on Misty like we’ve never seen before, screaming at her and calling her useless.  This feels like a pivotal moment, where the scales start to fall from Misty’s eyes.  Up to this point she has always been solidly in Opaline’s corner--believing that she is the rightful ruler of Equestria, trying to bond with her, trying to make her proud.  But here she ends up crying in her room.  “For somepony made of fire, I’ve never met a heart so cold.”

Other random thoughts:

- I liked Hitch’s Batman impression.  And he even got Zoom and Thunder in on it!

- Misty managing an incredible acrobatic feat (dodging Sparky’s Home Alone traps), only to berate herself for her one mistake (tripping afterwards) was apropos

- awwww!

- I do feel Sparky is cuter in 2D (like the Tell Your Tale shorts) and 3D.  Like, I don’t find him repellent or anything, but I dunno, his face could be better.  I like his horns a lot, though.

- I really like how strong light shines through the ponies’ ears, just like an actual animal with a thin ear

- Zipp’s stressing me out by leaving the nail polish hanging over the edge like that

- Pipp: “Ooo, that is a good point”

Zipp, instantly: “Is it though?”

- Pearl, the dog!  I assume she’ll be a pet in a future playset

- Hitch tells the seagulls to search “the old defense factory”, which implies that CanterLogic did shut down.  I hope we get an update on what Phyllis is doing at some point.

- the dramatic lighting in Hitch’s Batman scenes are *chef’s kiss*

- Her body language . . . Awww Misty :(

- Opaline says it’s been “hundreds of moons” since she last saw dragonfire; I’m going to assume a moon equals a year because it would be odd for someone to say they saw something “hundreds of months ago”

- The texturing on this tar is just really nice.  Like it has that oil-slick patterning on the top and everything.  Also, both tar and feathers are being stored in the basement.  Oh animators, you so sly!

- Not only does Opaline’s horn and wings fare up, but parts of her body become opalescent 

- Opaline’s speech is incredible.  “Alicorns ruling like they were meant to.”  “No more of this equality stuff.”  “The citizens of Equestria should fear and love their immortal rulers!”  

- This is basically a deconstruction of G4, where that was the role of alicorns.  I remember there was a lot of fan speculation about Sunny becoming the new ruler of Equestria after the G5 movie came out, before there was other media.

- Poor Misty, Opaline was terrifying when she lashed out.  What a great villain though!

- I liked Opaline’s simple, impatient toss of her head to activate her magic scrying pool

- Oh noooo, is that a childhood drawing of Opaline?  Oh nooooo.

#My Little Pony #MYM #Make Your Mark #spoilers #G5 #Misty Brightdawn #Misty #Hitch Trailblazer #Sparky Sparkaroni

[blu3b3rryj4mp1r3]

do you like the My Little Pony: A New Generation?

(i personally can't bring myself to watch it, i miss magic of friendship so much)

well at first I was like no friendship is magic can't end but ok I do really like g1 and that's a different generation so new ponies that could be fun, then I was like wait it takes place in the same world!?!?!?! and twilight and her friends and all the ponies I love are... gone!? 😱😢

then I disliked it, then I watched a bit of tell your tale and I was like ok this is a little fun but also who are these ponies? then I actually watched the movie and the make your mark special and I was like AWWW CUTE! 💖💖💖 and I loved it, but each time I heard applejack or pinkie or any of the other g4 ponies as background ponies ('cause they're kind of sticking around in the swedish dub) I was like: noooo go back I miss them!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭 and then I saw the trailer- (WAIT OH ISN'T THE NEW SERIES LAUNCHING TODAY!?!? ok so I'll go check that later 🤣🤣 I had completely forgotten) now where was I... I watched the series trailer and I was like yay! I love new cute pony horses but pleeeeaaassseee for the love of all cake let the mane six be ok and safe and not gone forever 🙏💖🤞🧡

so what I mean is I do love g5 but I dislike that it's a continuation of g4 (a lot) so to not make myself feel too sad I see g5 as an alternate universe and not canon to g4 but at the same time that is really hard sometimes 'cause they bring up g4 so often so it still makes me sad sometimes 🤧💜💜 and ngl I'm a bit salty that equestria girls and pony life ended (also friendship is magic ofcourse but I also feel really happy with all the seasons we got) just a bit, or maybe a little bit more than a bit... 😂💗💗 so I 220% get why you'd feel like that :)

#mlp #mlp fim #mlp g5 #mlp mym #mlp tyt #mlp ask #mlp a new generation #☆.asks

[letrune]

Just some silly thoughts with horses

Be me. It's, what, the mid-2010s? You are horrified of horses, and your best friend decides to help you by commissioning a story. The premise is simple:

There is the new My Little Pony and it's fun, it's short, it's spiffy. Make a story where you are required to interact with the MLP cast, any of them, minimum one horse.

So, I start. It's not easy, but as I go on, it gets easier, especially as I start putting more of the story in a land of cats. Mind, I only saw a couple episodes and the movie, so I have to get help, consultation and research. It's then being put into an "alternate but close enough" universe so I can justify using cats and the plot it is all going into.

However, I am still having some issues doing it, mostly because... Well. This is a story where about a couple horses play crucial roles, and one cat is thrusted into a position where she is not really able to do anything but face her fears and learn to get over them.

But the main question is - who would be interested? It is only including two major canon characters, pretty much everyone else is either a reference to friends who helped me or my own characters.

I mean, I'm already having the story out, but I am curious... I have them on furaffinity, but I kiiiind of not know where else to put them. In case you are interested:

I think I am "late for the party", but since it's a therapy piece/commission/big tale, I kind of wish some... Well, some more eyes on it. Plenty of work goes into the new scenes coming soon...

#my little pony #cats #story #fiction #little self-advertising

[mordenheim]

Mixxi’s Moment

A fun little tale I wrote a while ago, inspired by an image by @goattrain that’s just a little too racy for Tumblr, unfortunately..  XP ======================================================       Mixxi groaned softly, drumming her hoofed fingers on the bar top.  This party was so BORING!  She'd often been asked to cater up-scale parties and the paycheck was always good, but this was just too much.  A bunch of stuffy old ponies in their stuffy old dresses turning their noses up at each other and gossiping.  She rolled her eyes and contented herself with stacking wine glasses with her golden unicorn magic before thumping her head down on the wood out of sheer despair.

      Suddenly, her ears twitched this way and that as she heard two familiar voices.  It was Alice and Beth, two goats that she knew were always good for a laugh every now and then.  Beth was dressed in a red suit jacket with black tie and skirt, looking lovely as always.  Her long, slender golden horns matched perfectly with her natural bare hooves that clacked on the hard tile floors.  Alice was dressed in a lovely ebony evening gown with matching shoulder-length gloves.  She wore dark stockings that molded her slender legs and wore black slippers on her hind hooves with gold filigree.

      Knowing just what to do, Mixxi pulled a box from beneath the bar she simply labeled as "The GOODS" before trotting over to the two young goats.  She smiles at them, making a little idle chat before offering each of them a beaker of some sort of green liquor, winking as she told them it would help liven up the party a bit.

      Alice looked skeptical but Beth tipped her drink back, drinking about a third of the contents.  The effects were almost instant.  There was a soft squeaking  noise like a large balloon slowly inflating as Beth gasped, looking down at herself.  Her hips were swelling outwards as well as her breasts, stretching her blouse and skirt to their limits before stopping. Alice, looking on suddenly grinned at this new development and chugged her entire beaker on the spot!

      Alice began to expand as well, the creaking and groaning from her decidedly louder, drawing the attention of a few other patrons.  She blushed a little as she gave out an involuntary bleat.  Runs formed in her stockings as her thighs surged outwards, the top of her blouse dipped scandalously low while trying to contain her expanding bosom, and there was a loud rip as her gown's bottom split right up to her hip.

      The two ladies laughed and smiled at Mixxi, who laughed along as well, grinning and giving Beth a big thumbs-up as the squeaking noise returned.

      Beth gasped as she suddenly felt like she was being crushed by her clothing.  She turned towards Mixxi and realized she was now looking down on the pale blue unicorn instead of looking her in the eye.  Her blouse untucked and rose up, exposing her midsection as the seams over her hips began to shred. Her sleeves pulled tourniquet-tight over her biceps and forearms before bursting open in a few places, relieving the pressure.  Her chest too, surged forth, scattering buttons to clatter on the floor far below as her bra broke apart with an audible SNAP, her breasts exposed to the cool air.  Her glasses pinched the bridge of her nose tightly as she looked back and forth between the now waist-high pony and the still two-thirds full beaker clasped in her palm.

      Alice, meanwhile, stared at her friend, looking back and forth between the growing goat, the grinning unicorn, and the now-empty flask clutched in her grip.  She gave a soft gasp, feeling the flask moving in her fingers, seeming like it was dwindling away as the world started to lower around her rapidly. The noise coming from her body was more like an overstretched inner tube as she swayed unsteadily on her hooves.  She felt like she was going up in a glass elevator until she looked down and saw her beautiful slippers shredding apart, being destroyed by her expanding hooves before the ruined cloth and leather vanished beneath them. Her gown all but exploded from her body, leaving her in silk gloves and a bra and panties that were cutting deep into her fur.  She cried out in pain, stomping a hoof as the cloth pulled tighter and tighter, the long gloves squeezing her arms so tightly that she couldn't bend them to get at anything.  She gave a shout, forcing her arms to bend and clenching her fists, shredding the gloves just as her undergarments broke free and fluttered to the floor.  Such a sense of relief washed over her for just a moment until she looked down.

      She was nude, and HUGE.  Mixxi was barely knee-high to her now and Beth just came up to her groin. Once more, she was gazing back and forth between herself and the flask, now pinched between her thumb and forefinger, her horns almost bumping into the rafters high above the floor.

      Mixxi, meanwhile was grinning from ear to ear, looking around at the reactions from the gathering crowd and wondering just how many of the others would like a flask of "the GOODS".

#Macro March #growth #destruction #torn clothes #ripped #tight #ripping #pony #goat

[the-owl-tree]

now im curious. what are your favorite and least favorite g4 episodes, and in a similar vein, your favorite and least favorite g4 characters

i won’t elaborate on all of them because it’s just like. way too much lol there’s so many episodes in characters but LET’S GO

favorite characters: TWILIEEE, I like all of the mane 6 but she’s my girlie, the royal sisters, trixie, maud, sunset, starlight as a villain (she should’ve stayed a bad guy she’s so FUN! a villain who’s power is her words)

least favorite: neighsay, star swirl (the pillars are all just boring as hell honestly), the wonderbolts (seriously? why do they all suck?), “reformed” starlight, maud’s Sheldon cooper boring boyfriend, daring do (i don’t care for the implications of her character), discord (sort of? in canon, because i adore him conceptually and also occasionally. he’s so fun when he’s not awful

not a strong attachment but yona is also really cute, i just think her design is ridiculously adorable and also love her va’s delivery. very funny

For episodes, there’s quite a few but I’ll try and limit myself per season! There’s are ones that I just find the most comfort and enjoyment out of, I like other episodes but these are what really stand out.

Favorite episodes:

season one: ticket master, look before you sleep, winter wrap up, suited for success (a fantastic episode that really made mlp stand out!), and best night ever

season two: return of harmony & canterlot wedding, lesson zero, hearth’s warming eve, hurricane fluttershy,

season three: sleepless in ponyville, wonderbolt academy, magical mystery cure

season four: pinkie pride, it ain’t easy being breezies (ty for a fluttershy episode that breaks away from the usual plot), maud pie, twilight’s kingdom

season five: the cutie map (yay villain starlight!), castle sweet castle, make new friends but keep discord, canterlot boutique, crusaders of the lost mark

season six: a hearth’s warming tale (minus the shaky introduction, the songs are soooo so good), the times they are a changeling, to where and back again (I know I complain about the treatment of Chryssie and those ugly Changeling designs but it’s a solid shakeup from the status quo and sells me more on Starlight as a character)

season seven: parental glideance, discordant harmony, perfect pear, it isn’t the mane thing about you

season eight: horse play, sounds of silence (i just like the kirin’s designs lol)

season nine: she’s all yak, between dark and dawn, the last problem

Least favorite episodes vary between i don’t like this for personal reasons and I don’t like this for obvious reasons:

season one: bridle gossip, over a barrel,

season two: a friend in deed, putting your hood down, dragon quest,

season three: none i really hate? more neutral or positive feeling tbh

season four: three’s a crowd, trade ya

season five: slice of life (it’s just a bit too much, even for a guilty pleasure episode), party pooped, amending fences, brotherhood social, what about discord,

season six: newbie dash (this one is just plain mean), spice up your life (so bad it’s good. rarity is wildly out of character, the main antagonist is a straw man, and so on. kind of in a disbelief at how much this episode doesn’t work lol), stranger than fanfic and honestly every daring do episode, every little thing she does (not selling me on that redemption pony show!)

season seven: flurry of emotions, hard to say anything and really any fucking sugar belle/Big Mac episode, a royal problem (IT SHOULDVE BEEN TWIIILLGFIITHTHR FOAMING AT THE MOUTH THEY TOOK HER FUCKJNG EOISODE), fame and misfortune (“we’re REAL ponies” says the purple horse written by grown adults), once upon a zeppelin (far too mean of an episode for me), shadow play (for the crime of being boring)

season eight: school daze and school raze, fake it til you make it, the break up break down (hate these types of plots), a matter of principals, a rockhoof and a hard place,

season nine: a trivial pursuit, dragon dropped, a horse shoe-in, the ending of the end

#deer rambles #mlp chatter