#maybe the pastel ponies were right

[papayafiles]

singapore was CRAZY bc wdym carlando held off a two-pronged mercedes war machine on brand new mediums, hungry for blood, hunting them down, nipping at their heels, with nothing but 42-lap-old hards and the good old power of friendship??!

this is cinema. that is main character behavior.

#maybe the pastel ponies were right #friendship really is magic #also you better never let cynical haters criticize your favorite media for using the power of love in climactic moments again #‘unrealistic’ ‘convenient’ ‘plot device’ if two real-life racecar drivers can pull it off so can your fictional fave #checkmate #formula 1 #singapore gp 2023 #carlando #lando norris #carlos sainz

[some-bunniii]

Lucifer meeting an artist reader

・❥ The King of Hell admires your paintings

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |

x: reader is g/n :) no use of pronouns or y/n

warnings: some raunchy details of your painting & mild swearing

When you arrived in Hell, the first thing you did was scream.

Where were you? Why was it so hot? What happened to your bed?!

“You’re in Hell, kid.” A blue bat-faced man had broke the news, as you stood helpless and confused on the street.

Hell? Like, demons and dark satanic magic kind of Hell?

That couldn’t be right. Were you that bad of a person to deserve such a fate? Did the few times you passed the Salvation Army donation bucket without dropping a coin damn you to this place?

Your death was fuzzy, a trail of shattered memories that could only give you bits and pieces of your final days. Did you go quickly in your sleep? Maybe, you hit your head so hard it caused you some kind of post-death amnesia?

Whatever had happened, you were here now with no way out.

During your first few days scouring for answers, you began to notice that Hell had an eerie similarity to life above ground. There were clubs, casinos, concerts. Heck, even TV! Sure, the things broadcasted were dark and sometimes disgusting.. but at least you had something to watch.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all? At least, compared to being thrown into dark, fiery pits for all of eternity like some cruel game of sink or swim.

Minus the people, of course. Most of them were pretty bad. Your first day watching a man get shot in the chest and lines of cocaine across tables in a diner made you decide to stay away from the streets of the city.

Which meant you had to get busy making a life for yourself. It started with working odd jobs as a bartender or a bell-hopper. You’d scrap together enough money to head to the nearest art supply store, and fill your bag with paints and charcoal pencils.

“You an artist or something?” The clerk had asked you as she scanned your items, taking note of your vast amount of diverse tools you were slowly collecting every time you stopped by.

“I usually paint, but yes, I used to do all kinds of mediums professionally when I was.. alive,” You had whispered that last part out with a pang of sadness, the reality of your situation still a fresh wound in your mind.

You had found an ad for an art studio, ran by a demon named Alexandre. You had showed him a few of your pieces, some pretty landscapes, a rendition of the Starry Night Sky which you had replaced the backdrop to be Pentagram city instead of whatever little village it was originally, and a self portrait.

“You got talent, i’ll give you that,” He had hummed, as his eyes scanned your paintings with intrigue, “But the subject? Not really what we’re looking for.”

“What do you mean?” You had asked, confusion evident in your voice.

“We’re in Hell, demons ain’t into pretty ponies and happy, little trees. They want more— eh how do i put this — sinful behavior?”

“Like…?”

“Like tits or anything that can be turned into a kink. They like blood and guts, and dead people splayed around. Dead angels too. Stuff like that.”

Tits? Dead people? You didn’t have much practice with that! At least not enough to make a career out of it.

But you had agreed anyway, this was your only shot. You stayed up late into the night, sometimes even into the early mornings, perfecting your skill when it came to much more risqué visuals. You would buy stacks of pornograohic magazines, flipping through for poses to memorize.

Slowly, you began to master the craft, and your time at the studio increased as you finally settled into life in Hell.

All you had to do was churn out painting after pastel after acrylic in the little cramped room you now called home. Alexandre would then take your pieces and sell them to the highest bidder. You’d get a percentage of the commission, using the money for whatever necessary.

Seeing as you could be mugged at literally any point in time, or anywhere for that matter, you made sure to keep a large sum of cash locked away in a double-bolted safe.

“You know Ozzie’s, that club down in the Lust Ring?” Alexandre had approached you one day, excitement in his eyes.

You shook your head as you sat behind the easel, your brush an inch from the canvas.

“Run by Asmodeus, one of the literal seven deadly sins?”

You shook your head once more.

“Fuck, you still have a lot to learn. Well, he really likes your art. He wants to buy a bunch of paintings for his club, and he’ll drop a shit ton of cash too. Ya think you can handle it?”

Your eyes had widened when he told you the exact price this sin guy was willing to pay. You had jumped from your seat, shaking his hand in profuse thanks, before scurrying off to gather more supplies.

And for a time, that’s how it went. You’d sell your steamiest paintings to Asmodeus, and other private commissions you took one after the other.

Apparently, your painting hung up in Ozzie’s was getting a lot of attention. Especially from a certain spider demon named Angel Dust.

After hearing Charlie’s decision to look for another member of their staff— someone who’d be in charge of decorating the premise with promises of love and tranquility up in Heaven— Angel Dust had taken a few snaps of your work with his phone, before showing it to Vaggie and Charlie. He had complimented your work, claiming it was ‘the best’ oil paintings he’d ever seen.

Although, in his line of work, he probably hadn’t seen many to compare yours so.

“ls this what we want in our hotel?" Vaggie had asked, motioning to a woman on the canvas that was drenched in sweat and white fluid, her private parts exposed to the audience as she posed suggestively on a stripper pole.

To which Charlie has responded, "I think it's... unique! You can definitely see she knows how to, um, really bring the scene to life! l'm sure she'll be open to creating our vision!"

Your phone had rung one night, with a voice on the other end begging you to come to her hotel and at least hear her offer for a new job.

Which lead you to the Hazbin Hotel, a slightly run down building that obviously needed more work. Inside and out.

“Oh my gosh! Hi there! My name is Charlie, and this is my hotel! it’s such a pleasure to meet you!”

“Thanks.. but I don’t see many guests around.” You had told her, your eyes darting around the lobby as you absorbed your surroundings.

“Well, we’re still trying to get our name out there. We’re not just any hotel, we’re a hotel set on redeeming sinners!” She exclaimed with pride.

“Redeem?” You had asked her, an eyebrow raised in disbelief.

She shook her head vigorously, “This hotel.. it’s going to be amazing! We’re going to turn Sinners into well.. non-sinners! They’ll be rehabilitated, and have morals! And honor! Heaven won’t be able to do anything but welcome them as angels!”

This idea had sounded a little far-fetched when you first heard it.

“You’ll be in charge of making art that reflects such views! Something that will make Sinners go, ‘Wow! Now that’s where I want to go!’”

“What’s in it for me?” You had asked.

“Well you’ll have your own room, and your own little studio too! I’m sure it’s much bigger than the one you already have. Plus we have a bar, and good company!”

You turned your head to the small crowd of demons a few feet away. A pornstar, a gambler, a snake guy with weird little walking eggs, and a really creepy man in a red coat that shot you a wide smile with eyes that seemed to stare right through your soul.

This was good company?

You contemplated her words, thinking deeply. Did you really need to leave the studio you were already a part of? You already had a room and place to paint, anyway.

Charlie must have noticed your hesitation to accept before quickly adding,

“Anddd you can sell your pieces here too! Plus, you can keep a hundred percent of the earnings.”

You perked up at that, the money made from your art would be... all yours? And, you’d get a breather from the drawing people having sex? That didn’t sound so bad after all!

“Deal!” You had reached out a hand, shaking hers with delight.

It had taken you a day or two to map out the interior of the hotel and figure out what could go where. You began to slowly brainstorm, what could make a sinner stare at a canvas and want to redeem themselves?

During your time on earth, you studied many artists through history. Most notably however, were those from the Renaissance. You remembered walking through the Sistine Chapel when you were younger,

staring at awe of the paintings of winged angels and heavenly skies.

You perked at that thought. That was it! The inspiration for your paintings, an ethereal perspective on what one would find in heaven. The feelings of bliss and care-free joy.

You spent your first few days in an undisturbed area of the hotel, it was a large room on the farthest side of the lobby. It must’ve been a guest room at one point, but other than a bed and few cushions that the ‘Radio Demon’ had placed for you, it was empty.

It was quiet enough that you could sit there, undisturbed, as you drew upon your memories and vast knowledge of histories in art as you slowly began to bring your ideas to life. Slowly, the room also took form into being yours, personal knick-knacks and stacks upon stacks of blank canvases waiting to bring your visions to life.

At the end of every day, you'd come out with your hands covered in charcoal and paint, your hard work on full display.

You had even grown closer to the other residents in the hotel, beginning to see them as more than their initial appearance. Even Alastor, who still kind of gave you the creeps, you had regarded as someone you could speak to without hesitation.

You’d sit on the couches with Angel Dust, drowning in popcorn as you watched whatever was on TV for the night. Sometimes, you’d sit with Husk at the bar as you listened to his stories from his days at the casino and as an Overlord.

It was there, when Charlie had summoned the courage to call her father, Lucifer, the King of Hell, to come visit the hotel and decide on getting her that meeting with the higher powers in Heaven.

Upon hearing about Lucifer's impending visit, you felta mixture of nerves and excitement. You've heardstories about him-his charisma, his power--but you never expected to meet him, let alone showcase your art to him. Would he even like them? He's no doubt seen much more beautiful sights.

As preparations for Lucifer's visit got more chaotic by the minute, you found yourself back in your Atelier, quickly cleaning up your room and berating yourself for any little mistakes you found in your paintings. Each stroke of the brush carried with it a sense of urgency, a desire to impress not just your friends at the hotel, but also the King of Hell himself.

The current piece you were working on was your most intense one yet. It depicted that of an almost nude man, flying high in the skies. His back was faced towards you, his face hidden from view. He was faced towards the sun, which bathed him in a warm glow. Arms outstretched, knees curled in, it seemed as if the angel was going to give the sun a large bear-hug.

It wasn’t until you heard loud commotion in the lobby did you realize Lucifer had arrived. Quickly dropping the brush you were holding, you sneaked down the stairs and quickly neared the archway of the lobby.

Peaking your head out, you canned the large room. Until your eyes locked in a pale figure. Lucifer.

He was beautiful, definitely held the looks of an angel that fell from heaven. His light blonde hair curled elegantly around his face. The candles from the chandelier above basked him in an ethereal glow, as though he could replace the sun itself. Just like the angel from your painting.

His eyes reminded you mostly of a snake. Calculating and cold, but holding so much wisdom and depth. There was a slight sadness there as well, as though itate at him slowly, consuming his soul. It was masked incredibly well though, and you only caught a glimpse before it disappeared.

His attitude toward his daughter made your heartmelt, it was obvious he cared about her in the way heacted and spoke to Charlie, even if his absence didn't speak so fondly of him.

As Lucifer and Alastor butted heads, you quickly scurried back to your room. You had hoped to finish your work-in-progress by the time he arrived, but the struggle to get those damn angel wings to be anatomically correct was a pain.

You hurriedly continued your work, trying to calm your nerves by busying yourself with the painting in front of you.

Charlie's voice broke you out of your concentration soon after, multiple footsteps closing in on where your room lay. You shot up from your seat, and stood up straight, ready to meet the man of the hour.

You couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation mixed with apprehension as they approached your make-shift gallery.

Charlie, Vaggie, and— wow, he looked so much better up close— Lucifer stepped through the doorway.

“Dad, this is the newest addition to our staff! They are in charge of helping to inspire our future guests through the power of art!" Charlie proclaimed with glee, pulling you by the arm towards her father.

“It's a pleasure to meet you, your majesty. I apologize for being so messy, I was just finishing up another painting." You had greeted him softly.

"Don't worry, you look great," He assured, a gleam in his eyes, "and the pleasure is all mine, anyone who is willing to help my little girl is someone worth meeting,"

You stood there for a moment. Unsure of where to go next, before you felt a slight nudge from Charlie that pulled you back to reality, "Why don't we take a look at your paintings? I promise you, Dad, they are amazing!" She squealed softly.

Beckoning Lucifer forward, you took him through each painting. You described your feelings for each piece, and what made you choose them for the hotel.

You rambled on and on, and Lucifer never said anything, he just listened as you spoke.

Which made you nervous, what was he thinking? Did he like them, or was he just waiting for you to stop talking so he could quickly escape to something of more interest to him? The thought made sweat dribble down your forehead.

To your surprise, Lucifer's reaction to your art was not what you expected. Instead of dismissing it as mere frivolity, he studied each piece with genuine interest, his expression thoughtful and contemplative.

He mostly stayed quiet, but once in awhile would throw in a joke here and there if he noticed anything of interest in the paintings.

His goofy nature that you caught onto watching him earlier was barely evident though, unlike when he was trying to impress his daughter.

After finishing the small tour, you turned to him in anticipation. Your hands nervously rubbing together, as you shot a glance to Charlie, and she gave you an uncertain look. You both held the same question in your gaze: What is he thinking?

"These paintings.." Lucifer began, his voice low and melodic, "Are different than most i've seen down here, not just some scandalous display, but with real meaning. They evoke emotions long buried, memories of a time before.. all this."

His words caught you off guard, and you found yourself nodding in agreement, unable to tear your gaze away from his intense eyes.

The one he was staring at in particular was a recreation of The Garden of Eden by Jan Breghal, a painting that depicted the place where humanity was birthed, and where it fell.

“Does it look like.. how you remembered?" You had asked slowly, if anyone could validate the truth in your work, it would be him.

"Actually, this is much prettier. The real deal doesn't do your painting justice," He replied, "It was so boring, just green on green."

Also," He added, "An unfortunate lack of ducks. Humanity should be grateful that I got them out of that forest, so they could see something actually worthwhile.. and with ducks."

You giggled softly at his words, have you ever met someone that seemed to love ducks as much as him?

As Lucifer continued to explore the room, you couldn’t help but notice the way he lingered on certain paintings, his fingers tracing the delicate lines with reverence. It was as if he saw something in your art that no one else did, something profound and personal.

Perhaps your choice of baby-faced angels, and ethereal landscapes brought back memories of his time in Heaven. Hopefully, that wasn't a bad thing.

When Lucifer finally turned to you, his gaze softened, a hint of something unreadable lurking beneath the surface. "You have a rare gift," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "To create beauty in a place like this... it's truly remarkable."

He looked at you for a moment, before a smile crept onto his lips. He was Lucifer, he knew exactly what you meant. It's what drove him to manipulate Eve to eat from the Tree of Life in the first place.

Was he finally getting a glimpse of the good free will brought to humanity? Was there actually meaning in his past actions that sent him to the depths of Hell?

His gaze narrowed in on the canvas behind you, and he slipped past you. "What is this?" He asked with intrigue, pointing towards your unfinished painting.

“My final piece. I've been working on it for days, but I just can't get the wings right.. believe it or not, i've never actually seen angel wings in person." You said that last bit as a joke.

His smile sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach. For the King of Hell, it was surprisingly warm, and kind.

Then an idea struck you, but you tried to desperately to push it down. Except it seemed like the only time you could ask someone with angel wings to let you use them as a reference. How many fallen angels were in Hell, anyway?

"I'm so sorry if this is out of line, but. could I, um, borrow you for a little bit? I've just been having trouble drawing the wings correctly and you, well, have them?”

His eyes widened, and his chest puffed slightly at your question. He shot you a toothy grin, “Paint me? Why didn't you mention that earlier?! I have the perfect figure for such a thing.”

Behind him, Charlie rolled her eyes, a hint of a smile on her lips. You smiled too, you should've known he'd have no problem with it, he was the embodiment of pride after all.

He plopped down on a stool before you, and removed his overcoat. Beneath what seemed to be a red and white gatsby vest that hugged his frame perfectly. Jeez, he was almost too good looking.

He stretched out his large wings, folding the otherfour behind him, only revealing the two much largerones. They were breathtaking, truly. They looked so fluffy too!

You guided him on the exact position you needed them to be in, before making your way to the canvas and getting to work.

Assuring the group you only needed to get a visual on the canvas, the actual work you would do on your own. Slowly, you traced the frame of his wings, etching out the soft lines of his feathers and the curvatures of its form.

You could only imagine how soft those feathers were and what it would be like to curl around them like a pillo-

You shook your head to rid those thoughts. Why were you thinking such things about Lucifer like that? It's not like he would even want to let you go anywhere near him or his wings.

Would he?

You continued your painting, trying not to meet his gaze as you would occasionally peak your head from behind the large canvas to get another good look at his wings.

There was a moment when you two did lock eyes, and he sent a half-lidded smirk in your direction. Thankfully the large object between you two helped hide your growing blush. He was obviously just trying to get you worked up, you assured yourself. Just like he did with Alastor. In a different way, of course.

"This reminds me of when Charlie was younger" Lucifer began, filling the silence, "We sat for a good few hours trying to get a family portrait painted and she would just not sit still!”

“Dad.. please, not right now." Charlie growled out in embarrassment, her cheeks flushed. Vaggie only smiled beside her, listening intently as Lucifer filled everyone in on her younger years.

“lt got to the point where I had to summon her favorite toy to get her to stop squirming, everything was smooth sailing after that.

"And what was her favorite toy?" You inquired softly behind the canvas

“A rubber duck! Like the ones you play with in the bath? She could not get enough of it whenever it squeaked. One time the squeaker broke, and I went to my workshop and crafted her a magical one that meowed instead! Haha!"

Okay, this family really has a thing for ducks!

“She hated it, but that only inspired me to keep making more. Sometimes, we'd sit together on the work bench, and I would just come up with ideas like confetti-spitting, or color changing ducks. She wasn't too good at speaking at that time, so every time she'd laugh that was my clue that she liked it!"

It was sweet, the way he rambled about his daughter. He never spoke of himself or his accomplishments, despite embodying the sin of pride. It was almost like his only pride was his best creation, Charlie.

He continued, the room full of jokes and laughter, even from Vaggie, regarding Charlie's life as a youngling. You listened intently to his stories, his voice dripping with amusement as he recounted story after story.

lt was so sappy and you loved it. Which made you grumble quietly to yourself, why did you have to have a thing for DILFS?! Concentrate on the painting!

After a moment, Lucifer's eyes turned back to the paintings around him, his gaze scanning each painting once more. "I've noticed that you seem to have a repetition in your work.. not that that's a bad thing!" He quickly corrected.

“But in all of your paintings featuring angels, there's always a swan swimming or resting nearby. Do they hold any significance, or are they just a passion for you?"

You looked up from the canvas, and also traced the angelic figures across the room. He was right, with the images of the divine beings also came the appearance of the large, white water fowl. Lying lazily beside the angels, or swimming across pools of water as the care-free beings danced and frolicked.

You contemplated for a moment, before speaking truthfully.

“I just think Swans are elegant and ethereal creatures. They embody the purest of souls, untouched by the taint of sin that consumes the world, just like how their feathers remain untouched from the waters they glide on"

Lucifer's eyes lit up slightly, drinking up your words.

“Plus," You continue, "they mate for life, and allow themselves to just.. decay once their significant other departs from the world. It's very romantic, and love is one of the purest emotions in the world."

Lucifer wasn't looking at you when your eyes met his again, his stare was far off. Past the room entirely, as your words echoed through him. There it was again, the glimpse of sadness that he tried to hide so painfully well.

“Does such love like that exist?," he murmured so softly you had to strain your ears.

There was a few moments of deathly silence before Charlie piped up, asking her father something about heaven. You tried to listen, but your mind was stuck on his words. Lucifer was in heaven once, and he still didn't fully believe in such things?

If there weren't others in the room, perhaps you would’ve asked him.

It took a few more minutes before you were able to wrap up fully, but you had no regrets of asking this man for help, the angel on the canvas actually looked like he had wings, not just stumps of white tuft.

You got up from your seat and walked towards him, noticing that Charlie and her girlfriend were not present anymore. It was just you and Lucifer in theroom now.

“Well, thank you, Your Majesty. You really helped me out here, and it'll go a long way to make the hotel look even better"

“Please, call me Lucifer. The formalities are only for subjects, not friends," he replied, "l did really enjoy getting to see your paintings, you are quite a phenomenal artist. I wasn't lying when I said your work was different from the rest. If only you were around for those family portraits."

You were so taken aback by his praise that you only shrugged it off, like it was no big deal. Even though, coming from the King of Hell, it was.

Glancing behind him, you saw Charlie and Vaggie whispering to each other in the hallway outside of the door. You assumed they probably wanted to finish up so they could get him to agree to the meeting with Heaven.

lgnoring his previous statement of formalities— he was the king, you thought, you weren't going to just pat him on the back and say 'see ya! —you lowered your head and bent down to curtsy, just like you were taught when you were younger, placing your hand slightly in front of you.

Usually, you'd use that hand to shake or grasp the other person's, but it felt wrong to treat this powerful angel like any other man.

Suddenly, you felt the soft touch of fingers gliding across your hand. In confusion, you looked up at those golden eyes and that charming smile. Trying to get a glimpse of what he was thinking.

His hand gripped yours gently, and with a bow of his own, lowered his lips, and pressed a soft kiss your knuckles.

Your breath caught in your throat, and you feared to blink, soaking in his beauty for as long as you could before he had the chance to pull away. You wanted to say something, but your tongue was refusing to work as your mouth opened and closed silently.

When he finally released your hand, he adjusted his hat and turned towards the door. Leaving you standing there, your face burning hot

He cleared his throat, and turned his head slightly, his eye catching yours. A playful smile dancing on his lips.

“l look forward to our next portrait together, hopefully where I am the motivation behind your strokes. Not just these dull wings."

And with his words hanging in the air, you were left alone, with the growing itch to press your face into a pillow and squeal.

——————

awww man, my first fic! I was trying to make this more dating-centric, but i couldn’t stop writing for their first meeting and it got too long haha! If y’all like this one enough, i’ll make a dating version!

let me know what you think 🙏 i reallyyyy appreciate all comments and criticisms!!

wonderful art i commissioned by DawnDrawnS on twitter! <3

#Hazbin hotel #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #hellverse #OOC Lucifer? #He just ain’t as goofy #But I HC he’s only like that around Charlie :) #fanfiction #writing

[imreadydollparts]

The Triton Trials

Continuing experiments with Triton X 114, because why not, right?

Previous post: https://www.tumblr.com/imreadydollparts/711432510491574272/so-we-all-know-that-ive-been-experimenting-with?source=share

We were wondering how Triton would affect a painted doll’s face so I pulled out my repainted Monster High Nefera.

If I remember correctly, her face was done with Testor’s Dullcote*, Tamiya X-22*, water color pencil, soft pastel, and a little bit of acrylic paint.

* Both of these products turned out to not play too nicely with vinyl over time, reacting to the plasticizer and on many dolls becoming sticky. Nefera is not sticky unless I touch her face, but that’s just me. My skin dissolves Testor’s Dullcote regardless of the surface it’s on.

Her hair was hard snakes of gluey hair, with a solid helmet of glue on top.

I had to take my gloves off so that I could break up individual plugs’ glue coatings. Triton won’t hurt you, but it will dry your skin out something awful. My skin’s already dry because I’m washing pony hair all the time.

It was much like picking the skin off of a bird’s newly sprouted feather except sticky.

After her first wash, her hair was still in poor condition. There was SO much glue, the caking in her hair so thick, that the Triton struggled just as much as I did to get to it all.

It was better, though.

And most importantly,

her faceup was unaffected

despite being done with materials that tend to be unstable on vinyl.

I did make a point of not touching her face as much as I could avoid while washing her hair, though it did get wet and the soap did touch it a time or two.

After her second wash her hair is still rather gluey (there was SO much, you don’t understand... Or maybe you do if you have Mattel dolls from this era.), and her face still unbothered.

She would need at least three washings if not more.

L.A.’s Totally Awesome would have removed her faceup even with minimal contact. It’s excellent for degluing factory heads without harming the paint, but is equally excellent at washing away things like acrylic paint and sealant. I use it to get nail polish off of ponies without ruining their cutie marks.

Venus, Nefera, and Blondie have all had 2 washes here. It is a lot of scrubbing.

NONE of them have been treated inside their heads, so glue will continue to come out over time.

Venus’s hair feels soft and clean other than right at the roots. I used about 4 drops of Triton on her all together.

Nefera will need at least one more wash if not two more. 12 drops of Triton so far...

Blondie’s hair feels better but still a little icky. She got about 4 drops, too.

Honestly, I’m not trying with dolls too much since a bunch of other doll enthusiasts ARE, which I will report their findings as they become available (and I sold off my gluey Monster Highs already). My interest was more for ponies which turned out to be a bust.

#the triton trials #doll hair #doll repair #head glue #headglue #monster high #ever after high #barbie #triton xl 114

[cryinginthefkncorner]

Look, i know I’m about to kick a wasps nest, but I need to say it.

I don’t really care for fandom shipping discourse, I don’t take Sides religiously as both have good points, and ultimately I’m just anti-censorship…

…but that doesn’t mean I think the pro side is all right and the anti side is all wrong

Both sides harass the shit out of each other, both sides extremists are bad and need to go touch grass

But y’all also need nuance in these discussions your having

Because let me tell you, as someone who was groomed by multiple predators (one would go on to abuse me Irl for 7 years of my life btw, starting when I was a tween) because of fandom, the pro side of the debate has made it quite clear that they don’t actually care to understand the ramifications of the type of abuse I went through, or to actually listen to survivors of CSA who’s abuse occurred through fandom.

The pro side will be quick to point fingers at adults of kids in fandom, but the adults in charge of me were told by therapists I was seeing at the time that I was “being a normal tween” for believing I wanted to be in a relationship with an adult at 13/14. That I was “over dramatic and should be responsible for what happened” at the hands of this adult when I disclosed the first time about the abuse. I also got in trouble for the evidence of the grooming that was found by my parents, instead of them realizing I was being targeted by a creep.

Part of this was because I was a lonely, bullied, and ostracized kid.

It’s almost like sexual predators bank on adults failing to act and blaming young girls for the abuse. It’s almost like they’re right when they tell young girls that no one will believe them when they disclose. The pro side proves this too by how they justify their romanticization by pointing fingers at parents “not parenting kids” as if they can never do anything wrong, or miss the signs.

My parents missed the signs because they assumed a teenager (who was 17-18 when he started abusing 13 year old me) could not be a pedophile. They were happy their daughter “had finally found someone to talk to” because my own peers hated me and bullied me every chance they got at that age. To the point where I was actively suicidal for years.

All of this grooming happened because I dared to interact with the MLP fandom at 13. And trust me that fandom was filled with pedos at the peak of its popularity. Like I said multiple full grown men groomed and RPG’d in a sexual way with me, even after I disclosed my age. Because I dared to like pastel colored pony’s and I wrote some (PG-13) fanfic, and drew some fanart.

And trust me, I saw the romanticization of my own abuse in that fandom, and seeing it being defended still is disconcerting.

Like, an actual survivor saying “hey, please don’t portray the abuse that ruined my fucking life as a good thing please” shouldn’t make y’all so fucking mad. But it does. And it’s fucking weird.

I’m not going to name call or anything, won’t even tell you what you can or can’t post but just know I’m one of those people where if you are posting that crap and I stumble upon it, or are vocally defending your right to romanticize it, that I’m silently judging you.

And I’m just going to block you if you try to defend it on this post.

I’d say that if you want to avoid drama maybe just get a fucking sensitivity reader if your discussing CSA, and aren’t trying to romanticize it. But apparently sensitivity readers are just “enforcing censorship” or whatever so I know I’m just talking to the equivalent of a brick wall.

Before you bring up not reading this stuff- I don’t, I’m just kinda sick of a real problem in fandom being dismissed and victims being blamed for their abuse

Before you bring up Lolita as a “gotcha” defense- I have reading comprehension abilities, evidenced by how I have a minor in creative writing (which btw involves a metric fuck-ton of reading and discerning meaning and intentions of the author from those readings) Lolita was not defending predators, it’s meaning was twisted by people who want to defend grooming and csa, and since I can tell the difference between condemnation and romanticization, I’m sure a lot of people who share my opinions also can as well. Not everyone with “anti” opinions is uneducated like you think they are, some of us are just expressing why we have limits and why we find certain portrayal distasteful. If you think I’m still wrong i reccomend going back and reading the prologue in Lolita that you obviously skipped.

Before you say I’m advocating for censorship- I’m not, I’m just saying you don’t get to shout at abuse victims who were affected through fandom to shut up. Write insensitive portrayals of traumatizing shit, and then get upset when someone tells you your portrayal is making the traumatizing shit look like it’s a-okay. If you post something on this vein be prepared for someone to say that what you wrote is portraying harmful stereotypes (ie that CSA isn’t harmful if an often repeated myth, it’s akin to saying rape victims were “asking for it” because they were drunk).

Also I’ve never harassed anyone about this in my life, in fact the people who defend romanticization of my abuse are usually just blocked on site, because I just don’t want to deal with the shit-stirring that occurs.

And finally for those who think this is me being against harm reduction- I’m not against harm reduction, maybe these thing are harm reduction for awhile, but eventually, just like alcohol or painkillers, these little fanfic stories aren’t going to be enough for would-be predators forever. They will build up a tolerance where imagination and text isn’t enough anymore, and that’s when they start to actually do the real illegal shit.

If you have reading comprehension you’ll realize I’m am not saying fiction=reality, but to spell it out more clearly, the fiction isn’t making them offend, the inability for the fiction to be enough to get them off is what leads them to offend. It’s like someone who can’t get oxy turning to heroin out of desperation.

When the harm reduction doesn’t work anymore, is it really reducing harm, especially when the stuff they now turn to is the illegal stuff they were supposedly trying to “avoid” in the first place.

Anyway, that’s my thoughts on this shit, I’m tired of seeing it debated or people with the same trauma being told to shut up because the truth is inconvenient. I needed to just get it out.

Anyone who openly defends this crap in the notes or reblogs will be blocked.

#rant post #personal #anti proship #anti radqueer #anti prat #anti map #tw csa mention #tw rap3 #tw rape mention #tw grooming

[sunny6677]

My Little Spooky Month: Season 1.

(An MLP X Spooky Month Crossover Fanfiction)

(Disclaimer: Yes, I am aware that this could be considered cringe-worthy. But I personally do not care, for I like writing about my interests. And I like writing crossovers. If this type of stuff isn't for you, you can always scroll past.)

(Oh, other disclaimer by the way. This takes place after the first and second episode, counting the part 2 of the first episode, of MLP.)

Summary: A portal transports a few citizens of the town in Spooky Month into a land that would change their lives forever.

Chapter 6: An Unexpected Flight.

TWS: NONE.

————

As Roy shut his eyes in pure disbelief, he waited and waited to see where whatever it was that was carrying him was going to take him. Or what it even planned on doing to him. His heart raced, and his mind became foggy with fear. He hadn't the faintest idea of what to do. He didn't even know what was going on.

Then, he suddenly felt himself slip from the things grasp, but he hadn't begun to fall. In fact, he actually felt it lightly put him down onto something. He opened one eye, unsure of what that thing had put him on. Though it became clear once his vision had processed it.

He had still been high up in the sky, but he hadn't been falling because he was on something. It felt damp, but poofy. It felt wet even, yet somehow he didn't get water on his.. well, hooves. He then realized that he had somehow been placed upon a cloud. But he wasn't falling through it despite that basically being how physics were supposed to work. How on earth was he not falling through it?

In any case, the moment he saw how high up he was, he began to let out shrieks of fear again—feeling himself almost tumble off of the cloud out of shock. But before he could, he felt limbs wrap around him again. And he could feel something press its back limbs against the cloud. The scrawny voice he heard in the harsh winds suddenly spoke, and as he looked up, he saw where it was coming from. A.. pastel blue horse muzzle was where it was coming from.

"Woah, woah, chill out!" It practically begged. It wasn't a person that was talking, but.. rather a pony that for some reason had wings. It had a rainbow colored mane, and hot pink eyes. And for whatever reason, Roy could have sworn he saw some sort of symbol on both sides of its flank. Roy blinked. He was beginning to wonder if he was dreaming. That was the only explanation he could give for this.. situation.

Roy didn't have any words, for he could not find them in his mind. Normally, he'd pinch himself in a situation that seemed like a dream, but.. he didn't have hands. He had.. hooves for some reason. And all of this had felt so real. It didn't feel like a dream. Was it.. a lucid dream perhaps? Maybe that was why everything felt so real despite the odd impossibility of the situation at hand.. or hoof.

Then, the pony spoke again. It's voice sounded feminine, yet tomboyish nonetheless. The pony lifted Roy back up onto the cloud as it spoke, slipping its hooves off of him. Somehow, it seemed to be standing on the cloud too. "You okay, kid?" It inquired, tilting it's head. "How come you weren't flying?"

"..w—what?" Roy muttered. He was so surrounded by his own shocked thoughts that he found himself unable to process the pony words.

The pony gestured with its hoof. "...you know. Flying. With your wings." Its wings wiggled around a little, as if it were trying to gesture with them too. "You have them, so why weren't you flying?"

Roy paused. And glanced to the back side of his body the best he could, since he wasn't an owl who could just turn his head all the way back. Then he blinked, realizing that the pony was right. He had wings just like it did. But how come he didn't notice that while he was falling from the sky? He must have been too in shock to even notice.

Even so, he let out a shriek of surprise yet again, and tumbled toward the pony as if to desperately seek emotional support. The pony looked down at him, arching it's brow. And then, it asked, "Why were you even falling out of the sky anyway?". It paused for a moment, and then added slowly, "..can you not fly?"

Roy didn't know how to answer. He meekly said for a moment, "I—I dont know, I..". He then shrieked, trying to sound as aggresive as he could. He didn't know why, but he had a strange habit of pretending to be angry instead of scared. Maybe deep down he thought this would intimidate people. "Just shut up! This is probably a dream anyway!" He looked away. If he knew how to fly, he'd try and fly away from the pony. But seemingly, he couldn't.

The pony furrowed it's brows. "Look, kid, this isn't a dream. You fell out of the sky and I saved you. Why dont you just tell me whats going on?" It sounded somewhat frustrated. Roy could feel a slight breeze from behind him, though as the ponys face suddenly popped up in front of him, he realized that it must have just flown right by him. Seeing as it was no longer standing on the cloud, and it's wings were flapping.

Roy began to heavily breathe. This wasn't a dream. Then maybe he had gone mad. Crazy even. Yes, maybe that was it! Maybe he had finally lost it. But even so, that was an even more stressful outcome if that were the case. He shouted, "Why should I tell you?!"

The pony furrowed it's brows even further, and grumbled in a more frustrated tone, "Because I wanna help you, kid—now just tell me whats—". The pony tried to place its hooves on him, yet he attempted to fend it off the best he could. It was like he thought it had the bubonic plague or something, with how intent he seemed on avoiding it anyway. He shoved his hooves onto its body, trying to push it away. Yet it seemed intent on getting him closer. The two made grunting noises, struggling in... whatever was happening.

Then, the pony stopped, and flung its hooves right back. Roy grunted in surprise again, nearly falling onto his back. But narrowly, he managed to catch himself. His front hooves wobbled slightly. He then felt a breeze on his back again, and this time, he heard the pony speak on the other side of him. It seemed to have flown that way this time.

"Hey.." The pony arched a brow, and spoke slowly, "..you're a teenager right?"

"...yeah. So what?" Roy aggressively grumbled.

"..then how come you don't have a cutie mark already?" The pony asked.

Roy paused. "..a what?"

"Yo—You know, a cutie mark. Like.. like that?" The pony gestured to the symbol on its flank, which he could see more clearly now. It had been a symbol of a cloud striking lightning, but the lightning had been colored rainbow. In fact, most of everything about this pony seemed rainbow themed.

Roy only stayed quiet, looking at the pony as if it were crazy.

The pony then.. err.. hoofpalmed or facehoofed, and said in a slightly impatient tone. "Do you not remember anything? Like at all?"

Roy stayed silent for a brief moment. "..well, I don't remember having.. that." He seemed to be referring to the 'cutie mark', his tone filled with confusion. "Look, all I remember is some random portal showed up and I ended up here. And I'm either dreaming, or I've gone completely insane! And it's probably all thanks to those two brats because they always pull that stuff!" He spoke with anger in his tone.

The pony raised a brow again. "Wait—portal? Two brats?"

Roy slowly nodded.

The pony paused. "Well, kid, do you remember where the portal showed up? What do you mean by two brats?"

"..nothing." Roy grumbled. "All I remember is some stupid portal showed up in my town while I was hanging out with my friends, and I ended up here. And.. now I look like this!" Roy gestured with his hooves, speaking with disgust at his new form. He then groaned, pressing his hooves against his face. The pony went silent again, and said, "..wait, so are you saying you weren't a pony before you got sucked in?"

"Yeah.." Roy scoffed. He then mumbled something unintelligible to himself, though the pony could hear words along the lines of, "...stupid.. kids.. always..".

The pony then slowly said, "Well, I don't think I know anything about portals, kid. But I think I might know a pony who does."

The pony then hopped onto the cloud, as Roy looked up at it with a raised brow. Roy kept a cautious demeanor though, ready to back up incase it got aggressive. He didn't know why this pony was being so friendly. But he didn't want to assume it was being truthful either.

As it stopped flapping its wings, it tried smiling and said, "Why don't you hop on? Well.. that is if you can't fly. Then.."

Roy was a little confused. Why was this pony helping him? He was a little appreciative, sure. But he was still so puzzles by everything that was happening. Or why this pony could apparently talk. Hell, he hadn't even thought of that until now. And now he was really wondering if he was going insane. Perhaps in reality, Ross and Robert were trying to snap him out of it. Or maybe he hit his head, and now he was in some sort of coma while all his loved ones sat by the hospital bed.

Finally, Roy sighed. "Fine.. whatever..". He then began to try and walk over to the pony, but he struggled with that slightly. His hooves wobbled, and his pace was incredibly slow. Yet even so, he somehow managed to slip a hoof onto the ponys back, and he slowly began to support himself onto it. As he did so, the pony awkwardly asked, "..can you not walk either?"

Roy grumbled again. "I can.. I just.. get flying already!" He defensively stated. If he still had his arms, he would have been crossing them. But all he could do was look away.

"Uh.. okay.. but before we do, would you mind telling me your name first?" The pony asked, speaking in a friendly but somewhat frustrated tone still.

"...Roy.." Roy hesitantly answered. The pony replied with a slight smile, "..weird name, but.. I'm Rainbow Dash."

'Rainbow Dash' then spread its limbs, it's wings going upwards. "Hold on tight, kid!"

Roy did as requested, slipping his hooves around Rainbow Dash's upper torso. Then, he began to feel harsh winds against his face, along with the fierce flapping of winds as everything quickly passed by.

Rainbow Dash was flying at an alarming rate.

And he was too in shock to even be able to scream.

The only thing he could do was keep his mouth agape.

————

The only thing Ross remembered was a bright flash of light. He could remember the cool feeling that he felt before he passed out. He remembered walking with his friends along the street, having a good time. Then.. everything in his memory was sort of foggy from there too.

He groaned. He could feel a warm feeling now, most likely coming from the sun. It felt like the sun's light too. He lifted his head, saying in an exhausted manner, "What happened?". He opened his eyes slightly, only to be greeted with a very much different sight. It was.. a forest. But it was broad daylight. From what it seemed, he was laying on grass. And he was surrounded by dozens of trees. He even spotted a pink butterfly flying peacefully, and rather slowly. He could hear birds chirping from all around him.

It was beautiful, but.. where was he?

He tried to lift himself up, wanting to get a better look at where exactly he was. Ross then swore he heard familiar masculine and high pitched groaning from behind him. And he even heard the sound of a familiar feminine voice groaning too. It sounded.. almost like his mother.

He wanted to turn around and see where the noises were coming from, because he could clearly hear that they were behind him. But.. he realized something. He couldn't feel his fingers, or his feet. "W—What the.." He quietly stammered.

Ross then tried to lift his hand. But that was the thing. He didn't have a hand. He.. he had a dark blue hoof in place of his hand.

Ross wanted to scream so badly, his heart pounding in his chest. His hand had been.. contorted into something it wasn't. His voice wavered as he looked at his hoof. The only thing he could do was stare in silent fear.

Then, he heard a voice utter his name. No.. his mothers voice uttering his name.

"...Ross?"

///////////////////////////////

E

#spooky month #read the tws #spooky month au #roy spooky month #ross spooky month #rainbow dash mlp #my little spooky month

[roxyfoxgamer150]

Solarius

Comedy?

MINI-DRABBLE, THIS IS NOT ENCANTO.

As the sun rose up, everypony woke up and began their day. Some immediately became happy from the warmth of the sun, while some got to work and some just groaned.

They all love their Princess, The One Who Raises The Sun, The Lightbringer, and the one who created magic, Celestia.

Everypony expects and thinks that Princess Celestia loves the day.

They're all wrong.

"Son of a- If I see a happy pony strutting along near me after waking up I will choke them to death to the point it won't be a kink." Princess Celestia, Celestial Everfree, who is called Solaris to the madrigals mumbled under her breath while going to the bathroom after raising the sun on her fucking balcony, while also starting to wear her regalia.

Yesterday, she had dealt with a last-minute noble, it was just suppose to last a few hours, maybe thirty minutes. But it quickly became ten hours to the point she had to raise the moon and loaer the sun while still in her Day Court. She was already pissed off just by thinking of the noble.

'Eugh, sometimes I wish that I was never supposed to be reincarnated as that monarch because of the nobles, but nooo Faust just HAD to make me be Celestia.' Solaris thought.

She walked up to the mirror and examined herself. "Hm, no stubble, that's good- oh wait my right eye is pure black." She blinked and immediately changed her eye to normal.

A knock is heard at her door. She rolls her eyes and teleports infront of it and opens it.

She glares, making the poor maid make an 'eep' sound from fear. "Y-Your Majesty, it is time for breakfast a-and your student Twilight Sparkle i-is waiting at the dinner table." The maid stutters while saying that, making Solaris internally roll her eyes but outwardly fake a motherly smile and tone infront of the maid.

"Yes, thank your for reminding me, I almost forgot about that." She stated, walking away, still giving of the 'motherly alicorn who will help you in the most caring way possible' energy.

After thirty seconds, she stops walking.

She looks back and sees noone, the maid already gone, possibly out of fear or from relief.

"..." Solaris looks infront of her and immediately made her golden hoof shoes disappear.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

And SPRINTED.

◆■———■◆

Twilight Sparkle was nervous, it was the first time that Celestia wasn't here with her at the breakfast table, she could see that the guards were also nervous, seeing that it was actually the first time Princess Celestia has not showed up in the morning.

◆■———■◆

"Where is it where is it WHERE IS IT-" She exclaimed while sprinting, as much as she loves the castle, she somehow gets lost half of the time when trying to eat, making her only teleport.

She ran past a few guards, who were quite startled at seeing dust and a trail of pastel rainbow all of a sudden.

"Was that Princess Celestia?" A recruit asked.

"I'm not gonna comment on that dude." Another guard said.

◆■———■◆

'-as she early but got tired of waiting? Am I tardy!?' Twilight kept thinking, it was only one minute and she was immediately thinking of the worst.

Spike, who was still a baby dragon, looked at his mom in worry. "Ma?" The week old dragon asked.

"Not now Spike I-"

THUNK!

"Sorry my faithful student, it appears that I slept longer than I thought." Sola- Celestia stated after opening the door in the most violentic calmest way possible, smiling.

No there are no burn marks on the door, what are you talking about?

[In a one-way portal, you could hear Observer Mirabel wheezing from laughter, see Hollow Julieta trying to make a map for Solaris before setting it on fire, making it travel to Solaris via magic fire, and Shadow Facade commenting on how does royalty get lost in an offended tone.]

#observer mirabel au #random thought i had lmao #hollow julieta au #mlp au #卂Ҝㄩ爪卂 is an oc

[lily-patent-pending]

Tag ppl you wanna know betteeer

Tagged by: @gracelikesfries (i copy pasted your post to use as a template and i'm terrified i'm gonna somehow post it before i'm finished typing ._.)

Last song: "Sweet Hibiscus Tea" by Penelope Scott. i tend to listen to albums or songs on repeat a lot when i first find them, and that's what i'm currently doing with The Junkyard 2

Favorite Color: pastel pink, but mint green is a close second! (the only hex code i know by heart is #00ff7f, which used to be my favourite colour. that's the shade picture below, although now i prefer a slightly more blue shade. maybe #00ffb3

Currently Watching: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic; i don't really watch shows (since i don't have a TV and i don't have access to any streaming service... and i'm too afraid to pirate stuff >.>) so it's kind of a lie to say i'm "Currently Watching" anything except like, YouTube series. but i watched the first episode with some friends a while back and i really enjoyed it, and i'd like to watch more with them sometime. i also started watching Ben 10 with a different friend over Summer, but neither of us are great at following up on stuff so that fell through.

Last Movie: i watched an outdoor screening of Back to the Future recently. the movie was good, if a bit weird (i've seen it before as a kid but i forgot that Libyan terrorists were a major plot point??? or that his mother kept trying to seduce him???) but i didn't bring a coat and i was freezing by the end of it.

Currently Reading:

Non-fiction - i don't really read non-fiction, and to be honest i can't think of one that i'm reading currently off of the top of my head. but i'd like to read The Anthropocene Reviewed by John Green. i've read all of his other novels and listened to all the episodes of The Anthropocene Reviewed podcast, just haven't gotten a chance to read the book yet.

Fiction - i got a copy of Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow for Christmas that i've only recently started reading (i tend to not read for months at a time and then plough through a whole book in a weekend, like i did with Will Grayson, Will Grayson). i'm not far enough in to give a solid review. i'm also reading Dying to Know You with a friend, which is nice :)

Sweet/spicy/savory: Savoury, although i also like sweet stuff (and i have a pretty high tolerance for what i'd consider sickly). i can handle spice fairly well, but i don't necessarily enjoy the sensation by itself.

Relationship status: single and unsure if i'm even interested in a relationship. i don't really have a solid idea in my head of what would differentiate a romantic relationship from a platonic one, either.

Current Obsessions: i have a few long-standing ones (namely Pokémon, Undertale, and FNaF) that come back with a vengeance every so often. last week i went into a frenzy and wrote a 50+ slide presentation about shiny Pokémon, and i've been watching a lot of FNaF and Deltarune theories - i'm really interested in seeing what different conclusions people come to.

Last googled: i specifically didn't Google to find a picture of my favourite colours until after writing this section... and then proceeded to search "my little pony friendship is magic" to make sure i had the name of the show right (with the punctuation and whatnot). uhh the last things i looked up on my phone were "dialog" and "dialogue" (to see if they were different words or just a color/colour situation) and "i'm going to buy an absurd amount of orange juice".

Currently working on: uhhhh ummmm... i'm... making a slideshow on the story of FNaF ? and, y'know, starting university, i guess. idk, mostly just taking stuff as it comes at the moment.

i'm gonna tag @funnydogy because we're mutuals but haven't really interacted (and yet your posts about sans the skeleton eating cigarettes have affected my everyday life) and @scrampton because you also reblog posts about sans eating cigarettes. what's up with that?

[ryleejam]

Squip out of water

Part 2

Summary: clip gets an update about his friends's lives and new changes on his home while collecting his mind

Warning: old internet references

As Cindy is walking down a newly built Street Squip is right by her side like if he was a little duckling following its mama, due to the fear if he was left alone him getting beaten up by other squips.

"so a lot of things have changed after my last visit huh?"

"yep the crater think it was a good idea to have living quarters for squips who are not used that much or scripts who are waiting for our house or Squips who just want a house, my apartment is just up the street you could live with me until you can get your own place"

Squip smiles at Cindy's nice gesture, even if he didn't want to he couldn't say no to her, she's a ball of joy, perfect for any squip or host who needs a mental pickup

"thank you Cindy, I don't know what I would do if I lost you as a friend"

"you're very welcome buddy , plus I couldn't never stop being your friend!, we've been friends since we're binary codes!"

Squid chuckles

"we weren't sentient when we were binary codes you know?"

"probably but if we did we would probably be friends then"

They finally get to her apartment and step inside, and a red grouchy old squip at a desk reading something but he turns his head up to look at them

"hey he can't be in here!"

Cindy stares at him with cold eyes

"I think I can have him here because I'm the only one who's considered paying you to live here, Mr.capaccio"

Mr.capaccio shut up real quickly there and look back at his paper that he was reading

"fine ,but expect you to get a few extra payments this month if you want him to live here"

Cindy changes her cold expression to a very warm smile

"sure thing Mr.capaccio, come on squip you're going to love my apartment"

Cindy grabs his hand and leads him to her apartment and when she opens the door it's exactly as he expected, a very nice pastel pink walls with white and pastel baby blue furniture, shelves of either stuffed animals or comic books, a TV that kind of looks like hello Kitty, yep this is definitely Cindy's apartment all right, he chuckles a little bit

"this feels like I walked straight into your head"

Cindy giggles

"don't flatter me squip"

Then he sees a big dark pink fluffy cat walking towards them making "mmmmr"noises

(@incorrect-squip head cannon that Squips could have digital pets and I love it and in the future any head can that I like from them I will credit them)

"who is this little baby?"

Squip smiles and bends down to pet the pink fluffy kitty

"it's based off my host's pet, he is a mountain Norwegian cat, I named him Zeke 2.0 my host loves it"

"dam it now I kind of wish I could have a pet, but Jeremy never had any pets for me to base off from them, except for madye that Corgi from one of his shows he like to watch, cheddar I think that's his name"

"I love that dog! you know it's not that hard to create them, you just need to go to the right place I can take you there tomorrow"

"thank you, but anyways how are you and SQ?"

"we are doing just great, he actually lives with me but he's at work right now he'll be home later tonight, maybe we should try to get you a room, you would probably have the closet, but the closet is big we just need to find a place to put all the weird stuff in there and get you a bed"

Squip smiles, he appreciates the nice things that Cindy offering and her doing great and he's happy that SQ isn't living alone, he was always kind of a loner before they all started being friends

"that's great and thank you for the offering ,anyways is it okay we could watch some TV ?I'm curious what's on here"

"you're welcome, sure but there not much, yes there is a couple of shows that squips made on their own, but most of the time it's just shows on the internet and YouTube videos"

Squip turn on the TV and start scrolling

"oh hey there's some like My Little pony stuff on here, there seems like to be a fan animation too, smile HD are you wonder what's that abo-"

"DON'T YOU DARE WATCH THAT"

Squid jumped a little bit at his friend's sudden tone

"w-what happens if I w-watch it???"

"you don't want to know trust me...."

It's a long period of science before SQ a tall somewhat skinny orange guy with long hair walks in for the door

"Cindy bby I'm home-oh hi squip wasn't expecting you to be here"

Squip turns his head to look at his tall orange friend with a little bit of surprise look in his eyes

"wait you guys are dating? when were you going to tell me this?"

"I was going to tell you a lot sooner, but I wanted him to be home so we could tell you together because it would be somewhat special"

Squip smiles and hugs both of them

"it's all right, I'm happy for you guys, you guys deserve each other"

Cindy walks off to get them drinks while Squid leans into SQ and quietly whispers to him

"I know that we're friends here but if you break Cindy's heart AKA my best friend I will break every digital bone in your BODY,got it?"

SQ nods his head a little shock but he prepared for that little talk for a long time now

Small Time skip after everyone got drinks and talk about stuff everyone went to bed, leaving squip set up on the couch,

"you know what I want to see what smile HD is about it can't be that bad"

*showing outside of the apartment*

"AAAAHH WHAT THE FUC-"

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO WATCH IT"

#squip #bmc squip #the squip #be more chill

[beth-yeet365]

“Could I have your number?”

Requested by @m-a-r-z​ - thank you for the request <3

I was wondering if you could do a Bradley Simpson fluff like maybe I’m a friend of Tristan’s and we meet for the first time.

Pairing: Bradley Will Simpson x fem!reader

Genre: fluff (there is a small smidgeon of angst in the start)

Word count: 1.6k+

Summary: your best friend encourages you to go to a bar to meet his friends and who knows? maybe you might find a new one...

**CREDIT TO OWNER OF THIS GIF**

“Come on Y/NNN,” Tristan begs you.

“I just want to be at home, Tris,” you tell him, half lying.

Tristan, your best friend, has tried for the past 5 minutes to get you to meet his friends at a bar since you had only met them in passing and Tris wanted bring his best friends together so you could be one group of best friends. 

He had been asking for a while now and each time you turned him down coming up with different excuses each time like “I’m not in the mood to go out” or “I’m not feeling that well, raincheck?”.

Truth is, you were worried they mightn’t like you or you would feel excluded because you’re new to the group and they’ve been friends a long time now and therefore feel excluded. Like an outsider.

Also a guy you didn’t have a name for, ‘cause you only met them briefly, was so handsome with the most gorgeous curls.

“Y/N,” Tristan began, worried now. “What is it? You keep turning it down.”

You could see on his face he was worried. 

“Okay, well,” you began and cleared your throat before continuing. “I-I am just worried that they mightn’t like me or because you guys have been friends for a long time now that I will feel...” You trailed off.

“Y/N, they will love you,” Tristan assured you, grasping both your arms to make you at him. “They’re good guys and you won’t feel like you’re not there. I won’t let that happen, Okay?”

You sighed and looked anywhere but his face.

It had always been hard for you to meet new people but maybe now it’s a good time to meet new people - break out of your shell, you thought.

“Okay,” you began, seeing his face light up at your answer. “Just let me get ready quickly:” You told him, gesturing down to the joggers and oversized sweater you were wearing and you hair in a bun you had slept in. 

“Fair, I’ll be waiting here,” he said and sat down on your sofa.

You went your room and went straight to your dresser.

There you found some simple, dark blue jeans, a black, short sleeved t-shirt and an oversized zip-up sweater. Very casual.

You were already going out of your comfort zone so you definitely weren’t wearing something out of your comfort zone.

You looked in the mirror to determine what to do with your hair. 

You decided to take it out and throw it in a pony tail because of the kinks in your hair from the bun. 

You also put on some lip balm, mascara and tinted brow gel to make it like you at least tried.

You walked out of your room and saw Tristan look up form his phone.

“Ready?” he asked. You nod as confirmation.

You moved to the hallway of your flat to put on your shoes.

You locked the door and went down to Tris’ car.

You arrived at the bar and Tris stopped the car.

He looked at you again as if asking if you were still okay with it you smiled back.

You appreciated how much he cared for you.

You went into the bar and were instantly met with the loud voices of various groups of people sitting and talking with each other.

You felt Tris take your hand and leading you to a booth in the back where the three guys and a girl you hadn’t met before were sitting in and deep in conversation.

You guessed they chose the back to avoid recognition as much as possible.

You stopped at the table they were sitting at and the four before stopped their conversation.

“Guys, this is Y/N,” Tris introduced. “You have met her before.”

“Yeah I remember you,” James started. “I’m James and this is Kirstie, my fiancée.” He introduced. 

His fiancée held out her hand to shake yours, which you gladly took. 

“I’m Brad.”

Shit.

That’s the handsome guy with the most gorgeous curls. 

So his name is Brad.

Oh Lord, he’s so attractive.

“And I’m Connor, but call me Con,” the guy with the pastel pink hair said.

Connor sat in towards the wall on his right with Brad to his left.

Brad moved in a bit to make some space for you to sit beside him and you gratefully took the invitation. You were sitting shoulder to shoulder since the booth was a bit on small side. Sitting this close

“I’m just getting a chair,” Tris said.

The conversations ran smoothly and they included you in the conversations. 

At first you didn’t give that much input in the conversations ‘cause you were still nervous but soon enough you loosened up a bit more and you made jokes with them. You felt at ease.

You do however notice that Kirstie looks at Brad with a raised eyebrow occasionally.

“It’s so good to have another girl today, Y/N,” Kirstie says. “Sometimes there’s just too much testosterone when you’re the only one.”

“Tell me about it,” you add. “Do you know how hard it is to keep up with him?” You ask, pointing at Tris. 

“Hey! We’re not that bad!” Connor exclaims.

“Well, you guys can’t feel ‘cause you share the hormone,” Kirstie answers.

“Us people with estrogen can definitely feel it at times,” you point between yourself and Kirstie. 

You laugh again but you stop when you feel a hand on your thigh.

You looked up to see Brad talking to James with his hand on your thigh.

Oh goodness, a really hot guy has his hand on your thigh.

This is not a drill people! His hand is on. Your. Thigh!

You could feel your face heat up. You weren’t used to this sort of attention from a guy.

You looked around for the bathroom and find the sign for the bathroom.

“I just need to go to the bathroom quick, I’ll be right back.” You say to the group.

“I also need to go,” Kirstie also says. “Scooch, James.”

James scooched and Kirstie made it out of the booth.

You go to the bathroom with Kirstie even though you only wanted to go in there to calm down and control your thoughts.

When you don’t go into a booth Kirstie looks at you with a questioning gaze.

“I thought you wanted to go to the bathroom?” She asks.

“Umm,” you think of what to say to her. “Not really.”

Really, Y/N? That’s the best you can think of?

“Is it Brad?” This throws you off.

“W-what are you talking about?” You stutter out.

“Sweetheart, I noticed it from when he introduced himself,” she tells you.

Your face heats up and you look anywhere but her face, fiddling with you fingers.

“Are you okay?” She asks when you don’t say anything.

“I’m just not used to this stuff,” you start. “Hell, it even took Tris a long time to convince me to come meet you guys ‘cause I’m not one to meet new people and then Brad is so pretty and handsome and puts his hand on my thigh and my heart keeps racing so much and I don’t frickin’ know why!”

You finish your rant with deep breaths.

“Well, he looks at you when you don’t notice,” Kirstie throws Brad under the bus.

“Really?” You ask to which she nods. 

Than you piece it together.

“That’s why you’ve throwing him those looks!”

Again, she nods.

“Why don’t you take a few seconds to calm down, clear your mind and go back out and remember that Brad also feels what you feel but I actually to go the bathroom so I’m gonna go now.”

You laugh and nod.

She went into a booth and you took a deep breath before going out the door.

“I need to get going now, “ Connor tells you and motions for you and Brad to move out the booth and you both comply.

“Yeah, Kirstie and I should probably head home as well,” James says.

“Yeah let’s all go home now, do you need a lift on the way home?” Tristan asks Brad.

“Yeah, thanks, mate,” he answers.

You all hug each other and all move to your separate cars.

“Shotgun!” Brad declares and you smile at it.

You move to the backseat while he claims the prized front seat of Tris’ car.

“I’m gonna leave Y/N off first and then you, Brad, ‘cause Y/N lives closest,” Tris tells both of you and you nod.

During the short drive that was the journey to you flat you heard some music.

You arrived at your flat and you got of your car.

“Bye guys, nice to meet you Brad,” you say and they both return the goodbye.

You’re almost at the door of the apartment complex you rent your flat when you hear a door open. 

“Hey Y/N!” Brad calls out to you and you turn around and see him jogging up to you.

“You almost forgot your phone,” He tells you.

“Oh! Thank you,” you thank him.

“You’re welcome.”

He turns around, walks a few steps before turning around to face you again.

“Could I have your number?” He asks you and you smile shyly and nod.

He unlocks his phone for you and you type in your number to his contacts.

“Thanks,” he says breathlessly.

“You’re welcome.”

You move to kiss his cheek and he blushes and you can’t keep that goofy smile off your face.

“Bye,” you both say simultaneously.

When he’s in the car again you unlock the door of the complex.

You do a little happy dance but nobody needs to know that.

#bradley simpson x reader #bradley simpson fluff #bradley simpson imagine #bradley simpson imagines #bradley simpson #bradley will simpson #brad simpson imagines #brad simpson x reader #brad simpson fluff #brad simpson imagine #Brad Simpson

[litwitlady]

to make the desert bloom

The first time Michael pawns off a few feet of stolen copper wire he makes $68. He’s been totally swindled - the wire easily worth more than double that. But it’s enough to pay the remainder on his cell phone bill so he’s thrilled with the transaction.

A few months later Michael risks stealing a small spool of wire. He’s wised up about the wire’s worth, but still accepts a criminally low cash offer. But alongside the cash, he’s also negotiated a broken power drill. He has it fixed within the hour and that’s how his tool collection starts. 

Word gets around about the kid who practically gives away copper for nothing more than a few crumpled bills and some rusty old tools. Michael happily accepts broken wrenches, bent screwdrivers, and even a table saw with the cord cut off. He makes enough money to put gas in his truck and keep food on his table. And collects enough tools to supplement his income with various side-gigs.

By his twenty-first birthday, he’s even got $400 saved in his new bank account. His crime completely victimless, as far as he’s concerned. Old Man Sanders never once showing any interest in the piles of copper in the makeshift garage shed. What Sanders doesn’t miss can’t hurt him. And what Sanders doesn’t miss has saved Michael’s life on more than one occasion.

No one but his customers are aware of his scheme. A conman playing easily into the hands of lesser grifters. Until the day he overspends on one of Isobel’s birthday gifts.

She opens the newspaper wrapped box and immediately shoves the gift back into Michael’s chest. ‘You’re stealing now?’

He frowns down at the handwoven scarf. Realizes his mistake. And sighs. Because yes, he’s stealing now.

‘It’s not a big deal, Iz. Just some copper wire no one’s going to miss.’ He tries to give the scarf back to her, but she folds her arms across her chest and levels him with her deadliest glare.

‘Return the scarf, Michael. Give the money back to whoever you stole the wire from.’ Her face softens and she reaches out for his knee. ‘If you need money, I have more than I know what to do with. And we’re family.’

He kisses her cheek, shrugging off her offer. ‘I’ll be okay.’ 

She settles against him, interlocking their elbows and leaning her head on his shoulder. ‘You know I love you, right?’

‘I know. Me too.’ And it’s the truth. But he’ll never take her money.

That’s the last time he steals anything from Sanders for a long time. Until Alex Manes comes barrelling back into his life after his longest absence yet. 

They crash back together like always. Shacking up in his trailer for hours at a time, rediscovering each other’s bodies. And Michael allows himself to believe that they will finally make it happen this time. But then Isobel arrives with a bag of bagels and wakes him from his dream.

Once he’s able to shoo her away, he watches Alex practically fall out of the airstream in his haste to get away. Michael holds up the bag of bagels, but Alex shrugs him off and climbs into his Explorer. The engine whines - needing a new timing belt - as he flees from the junkyard.

Michael eats all six bagels and then steals the largest spool of copper he can find. It’s almost like he wants Alex to catch him. You’re wasting your life, Guerin on a constant loop inside his head.

And maybe he is. Wasting his life. On a boy he’ll never be good enough for.

That night at the drive-in he plays out the final act of their charade. Stupid alien movie and grease-soaked food, hands brushing accidentally as they both grab for a new beer with the anticipation of sex heavy between them.

A dance with Jesse Manes. 

A trade with Renly Thomas.

He makes the most he’s ever made that night. Almost twice what the copper is worth. But he ends the evening in red regardless.

Eventually, he confesses the whole scheme to Sanders. Promising to pay him back. Sanders turns down the offer, but Michael starts saving the money anyway. It’s what he imagines his mother would expect of him. 

He starts taking classes at Roswell Tech. He stops drinking. 

One night, a recently single Alex sits on the stool next to him at the Pony. Leans his elbow on the bartop and turns to Michael. ‘I need a favor.’

Michael drops his hat onto the bartop and snorts. Raises his glass of water to his lips but doesn’t drink. ‘A favor?’

Alex scratches at a divot in the chipped wood bar. Avoiding Michael’s gaze. ‘I need a few feet of copper wire.’

He’s convinced he’s heard him wrong. ‘What?’

‘Three feet. Three feet of copper wire. Heard you were the guy to talk to.’ His lips quirk up at the corner. And Michael suspects he’s being played.

‘Fuck off, Alex.’ There’s no bite in his words, just a sad sort of ruefulness. He slides off his seat and drops his hat back on his head. ‘You can afford to buy your own copper.’

He stalks out of the bar, too sober to stay and argue with an ex who will always be more than an ex. 

The sky is dark and near moonless. Broken glass splinters beneath his boots. A couple arguing loudly distracts him as he walks out to his truck parked near the highway. Unaware that he’s being followed.

When he finally looks up, he stops dead in his tracks. A large dark object sits in the bed of his truck. And it definitely wasn’t there when he’d last climbed out of the Chevy. 

He squints, trying to make out what the object could be without getting any closer. But it’s no use. A voice from behind startles him.

‘Won’t work without the wire.’ 

Alex.

Michael sighs and turns to him. ‘What won’t work?’

‘The sign I made.’ He motions to the back of Michael’s truck. ‘Electrical connections aren’t complete yet. Guess you’ll have to take it home and fix that.’ He hands Michael a brand new reel of copper wire. ‘Let me know how it goes.’

Michael gives him the dirtiest side-eye. But Alex only laughs and turns away. Michael ignores whatever the sign is and slides behind the steering wheel. Riding back to the junkyard in silence.

He sits inside his trailer for a long time. Doing his best to ignore what’s still in his truck. It only works for an hour before he’s back outside and threading the wire through the back of the oak sign. Completing all the electrical connections and yawning through several dramatic sighs.

Once the wiring is finished, he plugs the cord into his power pack and watches as a soft neon glow lights up the night. He stays behind the sign. Protecting himself from whatever it says.

At some point, Isobel arrives. Walks slowly towards him, purples and blues lighting up her face - brow deeply furrowed. ‘Um, Michael? Is there something you want to tell me?’ She motions to the sign and his fear increases tenfold.

He shakes his head, hops up onto the worktable behind him, and carelessly swings his legs back and forth. Trying for nonchalance. ‘Nope. Just fixing Alex’s sign.’

Her mouth falls agape and her eyes go wide. ‘Alex made this?’

Michael nods. 

‘How the fuck are you this calm?’ She’s frantically waving her arms in a decidedly un-Isobel like fashion.

‘Don’t care what it says.’ He’s nervous though. Slips off the table and grabs the leftover copper. It’s probably more than what he stole in the first place. Tosses it onto Sanders’ stack. Suddenly very suspicious about Alex’s intentions.

‘Michael. Come here, right now.’ Her arms are crossed. Death glare back in place. But then she dissolves into high-pitched giggles and he’s never felt a fear so great in all his life.

He bites the bullet and goes to stand beside her. The first thing he notices is how pretty the lights are - pastel neons with a haunting glow. Very reminiscent of the alien tech on his console. 

The words take a minute to form in his mind. He struggles with them. Blinks rapidly several times. Shakes his head and tries again. But each time he lands on the same phrase.

MARRY ME.

‘It’s a joke right? Gotta be.’ Michael swallows hard and stares at the words until they grow fuzzy, losing all meaning. ‘We’re not even dating, Iz.’

Isobel wraps her arm around him and hugs him close. ‘I think you’ve been dating since you were seventeen. Maybe not in the conventional sense - but dating all the same.’ She sighs at the romance of it all. ‘And now he wants more than that.’ She pinches his ribs. 

‘Ow! What was that for?’

‘I can already hear you trying to find some reason to reject him. I will not let you ruin this for me, Michael. Do you understand me? I have a wedding to plan.’ She pulls out her phone and starts flipping through her calendar. ‘Spring or fall?’

Michael rolls his eyes and turns at the sound of tires on gravel. Isobel squeals when she recognizes Alex’s Explorer. Michael’s heart starts to race.

Alex climbs out slowly. Eyeing the sign over Michael’s shoulder. ‘I couldn’t sleep.’ As if that’s all the explanation required. ‘Phone was too quiet.’

Isobel flies into Alex’s arms, nearly knocking him over. But his eyes never leave Michael’s.

‘Give him some space, Isobel.’ She pulls away and looks back and forth between the two of them. Smiling so wide it’s contagious. ‘I’ll call you in the morning.’ She kisses both of them on the cheek and leaves them to their fate.

She stays up all night preparing mood boards.

Back at the junkyard, Alex shoves his hands into his pockets. Feeling naked under Michael’s intense gaze. He waits anxiously for Michael to say something - to say anything.

‘I guess I just don’t understand. Where did this suddenly come from?’ Michael leans against an old junker, watching Alex fidget.

‘Honestly?’ He looks up at the stars and then back down to Michael. ‘I’ve been sort of miserable lately. And one day I looked at my reflection in the mirror and asked myself why.’ He shrugs his shoulders and laughs softly. ‘Got dressed and went to the hardware store.’ 

Michael studies the perfectly formed tube lights. ‘Quite the talent you got there. And completely new to me.’

Alex grins, his anxiety easing a bit. ‘I had help.’

‘And this isn’t a joke?’ 

‘Not a joke. Not remotely a joke.’ He takes several steps towards Michael. Stopping an arm’s length away. ‘I don’t mean tomorrow. Or next month. Hell, maybe not even next year. But one day. When we’re both ready. That’s what I want.’

Michael nods and pushes off the junker. Now only half an arm’s length away. He looks back at the sign. ‘I’m ready whenever you are.’ Drags his eyes slowly back to Alex.

They smile at each other, still able to blush after all these years. And regardless of who moves first, they both land in one another’s arms. Haloed by the sign’s luminescent proposal.

#malex #malex fic #alex manes #michael guerin #trash fluff

[biinarysttars]

Okaaaaaay here they are!! My Mane 6 redesigns! I’m definitely happiest w/ Pinkie Pie!

Design notes and links to the images I edited under the cut!

If you like these designs, please consider reblogging this post! Likes really do nothing at all for me, but reblogs will allow more people to see my work! Thank you so much <3

General notes: First, I wanted to make them a rainbow! So each one of them represents one ROYGBV colour! Seemed like it would make more sense, that way. I also wanted to give them more noticeable hooves, since they ARE ponies!

Pinkie Pie: I really didn’t need to alter Pinkie Pie’s colour scheme at all! I thought it spoke for itself. That being said, it was still very, very plain compared to the entire rest of her personality. I wanted it to look busy, but the business comes from patterns so you really don’t need to look very hard! I also gave her symmetrical piebald spots, and symmetrical hair buns. I thought it might make more sense for her curls to be a lot tighter! All of that symmetry is supposed to represent the controlled chaos of her personality!

Rainbow Dash: I had a lot of issues with RD’s colour scheme. She’s a very show-off-y character, and the thing she tries to show of the most is her flying! So WHY did they make her THE SAME COLOUR AS THE SKY? I made her orange so that she would be bright and obvious! I also stole some inspiration from G3 Rarity with her mane and tail-- warm colours for her mane, and cold for her tail! When she’s flying really fast, it all comes together to look like a rainbow!  And! What colour do you get when you mix every colour (pigment theory, not light theory)? It’s brown! Making her orange allowed me to outline her mane and tail in brown.

Then for her markings, I wanted to give her socks! They look like those long, athletic-wear socks (they’re supposed to, anyways)!

Finally, her earrings! Those are not just part of her design, but I like to picture that she takes them out when she’s about to go flying. Someone needs to hang on to them, though, because she can’t just leave them lying on the ground! Looks like she’s got an audience member for these craaaazy stunts she’s about to practise.

Rarity: I didn’t think there was anything wrong with Rarity, but hell, I was doing the other five, and there was an idea I wanted to try...

She was the last one I designed, and I knew she had to be yellow, but I didn’t want to throw away the royal violet mane and tail! That seemed crucial to Rarity’s design. I thought it would look interesting if they were maybe lined with violet, and boy!! That certainly turned out very well! Then, I eliminated the blue from her design, since it didn’t seem like it added anything, anymore. I’m not super clear on what her special talent actually is, but I figured she needed more references to her passion: sewing/dressmaking. The light gold strands in her hair are supposed to look like golden threads!

Applejack: I might not be the happiest with Applejack’s design-- in fact, I’ll probably redo it at some point! That being said, there are a few core ideas at play here:

First off, almost the entirety of the Apple family is green, or red, or some mixture of both; even those who are yellow/brown have green or red hair to balance them out! And sure, there are golden delicious apples! But Applejack is orange. Which bothered me.

I originally tried to make her red, but I couldn’t find something that didn’t end up with her just looking like Big Mac. Plus, Apple Bloom is already the inversion of Big Mac! Not that siblings can’t look alike, but it felt unoriginal to do something like that. Not to mention, I’m PRETTY sure AJ’s talent will be to take over the role of head of the Apple family after Granny Smith, so I wanted her to look a lot like Granny Smith!

I was originally going to have her lose the hat, because of all the ponies that were going to accessorize, Applejack seems like the least likely one (except for when it’s actually practical, like when she’s actually working the farm), but then there wasn’t enough red to tie it all together.

Fluttershy: The base idea around Fluttershy’s recolour was simple: give her colours to make her stand out less. As a pegasus, she’d probably benefit from blending in with the sky, in theory! So, blue. A green mane to tie together that more natural feeling.

The pink accents are there to soften her. Fun fact: the gradient on her legs was how I was going to originally do socks! It just didn’t look quite right on RD. I wanted to do gradients in her mane/tail, but it didn’t end up looking the way I wanted it to.

I didn’t want to lose the pastel vibes of her original design, otherwise I might have tried a more earthy palette! 

Twilight Sparkle: Twilight was the first pony I redesigned! I am very happy with her!!

I wanted to make her seem more magical; it’s really not the darker colours that do this on their own, but the very bright secondary colours against them! Her yellow eyes also really add to this effect, I think! I also made her cutie mark match the new colour scheme.

Violet is already a colour associated with magic, so I knew I wanted to keep that! Blue is associated with wisdom, and while I didn’t get to keep any of it in this new design, I think her gala dress would still be blue! Something can be your favourite colour without it being part of your body! For example, mine is also blue, but I have brown eyes! Guess I’ve gotta stick to blue clothes!

Her diamond is very large, and stretches up and around her horn. I considered giving her glasses, but I have experience with being an avid reader with no friends! I myself do not have glasses. This is a classic case of projection and also not knowing how to draw glasses in this style.

If you read all that, please feel free to let me know what you think! If there’s anything you disagree with, or if you have any advice for future edits, let me know and I’ll keep it in mind for next time!

#My Little Pony #MLP #My Little Pony Friendship is Magic #My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic #MLP FIM #MLP:FIM #MLPFIM #Friendship is Magic #Pinkie Pie #Rainbow Dash #Rarity #Applejack #Fluttershy #Twilight Sparkle #Redesign #Recolour #MLP redesign #My Little Pony redesign #MLP recolour #My Little Pony recolour #Recolor #MLP recolor #My Little Pony recolor #Ponies

[dollsonmain]

Why I never get things done:

Ok so maybe I’ll put this white thing the Disney dolls were on over here where the dollhouse was and then install some shelves on the wall to put the Monster Highs on so I can actually SEE them...

And I don’t hate the doll house over here but I will have to move the Shopkins shelf to get it against the wall...

But I do hate this blank white side being the first thing you see walking into the basement so maybe I should take the doll house apart and remove the side panels all together

AND now I hate the white book shelf in the weird corner like that...

So what if I pull everything this-a-way and maybe I should put the lamp in that corner??? Though I could also just uncover the window which reminds me that the ants have built their ant graveyard in the OTHER window again and I need to get up there and both remove it and seal the window AGAIN because somehow they’re still getting in...

Added some visual clutter (the risers I built specifically for the top of the doll house which is obsolete, now and I need to get some foam board and build new risers because EVERYTHING is different, now...

But what if I move the BJD over there between the tall book cases and the white thing over HERE to put ponies on, keeping this whole wall area mostly pastel but I really should take down the cork board and the print outs on the wall and should also fill all of the holes in the drywall and repaint because the walls are damaged, now, from me putting up and taking down shelves and changing my mind all of the time or maybe I should move the Shopkins shelf over here so all of the Shopkins are together at least because I do have Shopkins on two different walls and that’s kind of annoying and if I did that then I could put the doll house roof risers back on the doll house but I’d need to fix the sides because I didn’t before because they were hidden by the tall book shelves so the sides are bare carboard right now and where the fuck am I going to put that middle table thing I’d really like to get it out of the middle of the room maybe I could stack them on top of each other to make a sort of shelving unit to put on the end of the doll house so I could putt stuff there that is visually interesting instead of having the white or open side panels on the doll house and if I did that then I wouldn’t NEED to take apart the doll house and remove the side panels at all.

[peaceandlove26]

heres my thoughts on the g5 trailer, sort of in order of the events of the trailer but also just thoughts. its nothing others havent already said i just want to say things

argyles line in the beginning sounds SO BAD why did they splice his words together like that LMAO

also sunnys child voice isnt Great but what ever

LOVE SUNNYS SKATES!! AND I LIVE HER LIGHTHOUSE! i feel like thats such a perfect opportunity to make a playset with a unique building

maretime bay looks super cute i rlly love the pastel colors

WHY WAS IZZY MAKING A. SQUISHY SOUND? WHEN SHE WALKED INTO TOWN?

also why doesnt she seem scared of the earth ponies/understand that theyre scared of her? are unicorns friendly towards earth ponies? maybe izzy is like sunny and doesnt fear/hate other pony species, but she DID say pegasi are “bad news” so who knows

ALSO I LOVE IZZY and to anyone saying her voice is annoying i do NOT agree

i hope sprout is evil i do not like him

anti-pegasus propaganda poster has what looks like a symbol of phyllis on it… inch resting… makes me suspect she’ll be the main villain maybe

i wonder how recent the loss of magic was for the unicorns—they dont seem well adjusted to not having magic so maybe it was fairly recent

bridlewood looks soooo pretty

why does zipp sound like two different people HAHAH

also how was she. flying… maybe she was just jumping/trying to fly? but anyway I LOVE YOU ZIPP WOO YEAHHH

ALSOI LOVE IZZYS HAIRBAND THING!! so pretty

i love all the custom horns they use for their unicorn disguises!! it makes me wonder if real some unicorns have colorful horns since it seems like the swirly colorful fake horns were convincing

i like alphabittles design so much he looks so cute i want to hug him

DID HE STEAL THOSE GEM THINGS..? cause i think the wing one belongs to queen haven right? its on her crown

did it rlly just show the pegasi getting their magic back LMAO…? i mean we all knew they were getting it back but cmon

BUT IT LOOKS BEAUTIFUL also the pegasus wings are just so lovely and shiny and colorful

i like the bnuuys… clearly they r like. the minions of this movie or smthn but i dont care

overall! looks like a pretty generic kids movie to me but thats 100% fine bc it is FOR KIDS and i know ill enjoy it anyway. the artwork looks lovely and everything feels like a playset to me but in a good way… just very cute and colorful and sweet! i love seeing them in motion and i live how horsey they are!!!

and izzy and sunny are gay

#g5 spoilers

[askthenightguards]

More about DayDream

As an aside, yeah, shoot me some questions. I kept wanting to make the next comic about DayDream, but just could not work it in right after Westwood bailed on everyone. But I did find an old script and brainstorming and notes

Unicorn mare

Pastel blue, vivid purple, kept in spikes? Ear ring of crescent moon like Manzanita.

Westwood knew her as Lucid, a unicorn colt back at Miskatrottic.

Nicknames for Westwood included Roy G Belfry, Belfry, and Bats for brains.

Cutie mark is of a dream cloud with an eye on it, is hidden by dresses and the like.

Was one of the psych evaluators on the other end to ensure minimal risk

Introduction

D: Westwood, do you recognize me?

W: You remind me of a stallion named Lucid...

W, in cybertronian: Lucid, like when you draw on a ball.

D, in cybertronian: That's Euclid, and a ball's non-Euclidean, Bats-for-Brains.

W: I remembered right! Daydream, was it?

Future storylines: realizes Westwood has a void nightmare

Past history: 1 year younger than Westwood, were a small loose group of troublemakers.

Daydream hadn't come out yet to anyone (still was discovering herself) and found Westwood's "no fucks given about gender" policy reassuring. Westy had no qualms about Day and him going into mares restroom because cherry bombs aren't going to go into the toilets themselves.

Also, Westy and Lucid used to cross-dress (Or, well, Westy was cross-dressing, Lucid was exploring). Again, no fucks given, Westy was doing it just because it's fun and because Westy. The best pranking is done with a dress and maybe some rouge.

[10/6/14, 9:00:28 AM] Adamant Pony (AskTheNightGuards): Also, dammit, we need a word for, well, Daydream and Westy are a bromance in the gender-neutral meaning of bro.

[10/6/14, 9:01:57 AM] LyLy (AskLyricaPony): hmmm

[10/6/14, 9:02:28 AM] Adamant Pony (AskTheNightGuards): Cause I'm keeping Westy asexual and aromatic. Him hooking up with anyone just doesn't jive.

[10/6/14, 9:02:31 AM] Adamant Pony (AskTheNightGuards): Also, gotta run.

[10/6/14, 9:02:49 AM] Adamant Pony (AskTheNightGuards): Actually, know what? I'll take the next train.

[10/6/14, 9:04:16 AM] LyLy (AskLyricaPony): lol

[10/6/14, 9:04:18 AM] LyLy (AskLyricaPony): up to you

[10/6/14, 9:12:39 AM] Adamant Pony (AskTheNightGuards): Daydream, hrm. She's not high strung per se, but did fret, and one thing she likes about hanging around Westwood is that his 'no fucks given' policy and drawing attention away from her made her feel more comfortable, I guess?

[10/6/14, 9:15:34 AM] LyLy (AskLyricaPony): sounds reasonable

[10/6/14, 9:17:02 AM] Adamant Pony (AskTheNightGuards): Very snarky (Have to be around Westy), but of the two, she's always been much more level headed (She realizes the importance of his void nightmare). Don't know how much family she has, or relationships.

[10/6/14, 9:18:06 AM] LyLy (AskLyricaPony): she sounds pretty cool

[10/6/14, 9:18:27 AM] Adamant Pony (AskTheNightGuards): Well, yeah.

[10/6/14, 9:19:10 AM] Adamant Pony (AskTheNightGuards): I want her to be a good solid character. Another night guard to flesh out the world.

[10/6/14, 9:19:17 AM] LyLy (AskLyricaPony): something only a couple people know, there was a time I was planning to make Lyrica a Post-Op

[10/6/14, 9:20:31 AM] Adamant Pony (AskTheNightGuards): You know, I don't know if she's pre or post. I can't see her answering that question.

[10/6/14, 9:20:59 AM] Adamant Pony (AskTheNightGuards): Which, given that all these cartoon horses walk around nakers all the time, you'd think would be easily determined.

[10/6/14, 9:21:08 AM] LyLy (AskLyricaPony): XD

[10/6/14, 9:21:11 AM] LyLy (AskLyricaPony): indeed

[10/6/14, 9:22:02 AM] Adamant Pony (AskTheNightGuards): .... Oh. Okay, it just played out for me.

[10/6/14, 9:22:15 AM] Adamant Pony (AskTheNightGuards): Knowing Tumblr, someone WILL ask that question.

[10/6/14, 9:22:21 AM] LyLy (AskLyricaPony): pretty much

[10/6/14, 9:25:14 AM] Adamant Pony (AskTheNightGuards): Daydream will be all, "What? That's personal." Westwood would be, "Really anon? Why would you need to know?" "Hey Daydream, do you want to go and write your name in the snow?" "W-what? No, ew!" "Well, dang, there goes my plans for a prank on Saturday."

#Asked The Night Guards

[glitching-desert-snake]

“Last time I ask you for a favor!” with some venom sibs! :^)

It 'tis done! 3k worth of venom siblings and some lovely StarParty for ya. Hope you like it!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31265705

(appologies if the read more doesn't work smh)

:readmore:

"Order up! Can we get two blue plates and a Destroya special, hold the cactus!" Party called from the booth they're waiting to Ghoul and Kobra in the kitchen.

"On it!" Ghoul called back.

"Hey," a voice said from behind them, tapping them on the shoulder. Poison turned around to see Jet Star and their cheeks flush.

"Did you um need something Star?" They asked

"It's noon so Venom's are off, I can take it from here."

"Right" They hand him their notepad and pen, "Oh the girls over there want just one milkshake to share so make sure Ghoul puts extra in it."

"Got it, have a nice break." Jet smiled and they try not to beam right back, a small wave and they are hanging up their apron and heading outside.

"Heyy, Party Poison." A killjoy was at their heels as soon as they exit the swinging doors.

"And who might you be?" They pause and lean on one leg as the 'joy caught up to them.

"The name's Band Saw, and well- you don't happen to like roller skating do you?" It took Party a moment to hide their curiosity. They didn't care for tricks or anything but you could find them rolling around. Not like Show Pony who was on quads 24/7. But they did know a certain blue haired someone who was dying to learn to skate.

"Say I did,"

"Well would'jya maybe want to come with me to the rink party Pony's holding this weekend?" Party Poison looked up with intrigue but quickly hid it with a long eyeroll, "I would sooner go with you than get my finger stuck in a band saw." The joy recoiled and took a deep sigh, "Oh ok um, nevermind then." they scurried off. Poison felt a twinge of regret but then happily didn't as they looked up to see Kobra Kid leaning on the back wall smirking.

"Don't they know the first rule of The Diner is no flirting with the waitstaff." He chuckled, "I made the rule to get rid of goonies like that."

"Eh, they technically weren't in The Diner when they asked." They noted as the two walked out to the fields.

"I guess. Here, slap up the sun's nice today." Kobra handed them some sunscreen and went to find a spot in the dry grasses to lie down. "Ghoul said Helibomb is going to come by on Sunday to see about the warm water not working."

"Oh the gal who wears heelys everywhere? I didn't realize she did more than just well work."

"Yep, they say she can even roll on her heelys up hill."

"Seems like just a frequency static rumor to me."

"If it's true then I'm taking one from her book for my bike. I don't care if it's magic or what, I want a piece."

"I'm sure you do. Hey Kobra, could you do me a favor?"

"Sure, what's up?"

"Did you hear about Show Pony's gig this weekend?"

"The partner skate? Sure I have, but I'm not planning on going on account of too many love birds in one flock."

Party swallowed and went red even though they knew better.

"Well duh, I know you're not going. That'd be like me walking into the bathrooms at Hyperthrust during a party." They both laughed and fake gagged.

"But man, for all that I'm supposedly talk of the town, apparently I'm also the last to hear about major events." They threw up their hands. "Anyways, think you could be a messenger pigeon?"

Kobra grinned, "Party,"

"Look- I can't go asking myself, I have an image to uphold!"

"A damn bitchy one" Kobra quipped, chewing his lip. "But no, I get it. Who's the lucky 'joy?" he looked sharply into Party's eyes and they quickly looked down.

"You're going to hate me for this." They said with a flush creeping onto their cheeks.

"I'm not gonna be mad Pois, you know that." he said, hugging his knees and looking at them.

"It's Jet Star." They say with a gulp.

"Party fuckin Poison, what to say." Kobra was grinning and shaking his head as he spoke in a sing song drawl, "You pick good ones. Aesthetics? Top game."

"Shut up!" Poison giggles

"And yes, of course I can do the honors for you- but it better be at The Nest because we all remember the last time drama happened while at work."

"Yeah, bacon and avocado do not belong on the ceiling." Party shook their head and smiled. Their face is still hot but they stand up and shake twigs from their jacket. "Thank you for this, Kid, really."

"Oh I wasn't done-" Kobra said, standing up and pointing a finger at them. "Because I want a favor in return."

"Alright shoot,"

"I don't know what it is yet," he said as they began "It all depends how much of a chaotic disaster the ask winds up being." He laughed and the sun glinted on his braces.

"Of course," Party said with a chuckle but they can't help their mind racing with every dismal possibly that could happen.

"So we only sold five milkshakes today on account of the machine breaking, big deal! Helibomb is coming Sunday afternoon, don't stress it Ghoul." Jet was leaning on the table and poking through music to put on.

"You know they're are biggest seller when it's hot out." Ghoul reasoned as he reached for a brush from the couch and worked on undoing his braids.

"Pst, Poison get over here." Kobra tapped his sibling on the shoulder. "I'm not being your wingman if you're just going to hide in the kitchen." Poison gulped and reluctantly drifted into the living room and stuck to the side of the wall. Kobra looked back at them and smiled and then walked over to Jet who was putting Earthling into the cassette player.

"Hey Jet, I've got a proposition for ya." Kobra grins as Little Wonder came on intermixed with static.

"Oh yeah?" Jet tucked a curl behind his ear. Party cringed at The Kid being so formal but couldn't look away.

"Party Poison here wants to go to the skate party at Pony's rink tomorrow night. And they want to know, if you'd do them the honors of being their date." Kobra put his hands in the pockets of his jacket and rests a contented look on his face. Jet for his part looked astonished.

"Really?" He asked, with a smile creeping over his face, looking from Kobra to Party and back.

"Yeah- but like, only if you want." Party said. They got themself off the wall and managed to stay standing despite harboring no trust in their legs to function.

"No I'd like that, sound's rad. It's just- man I don't even know how to roller skate."

"Oh"

"But I'd love it if you showed me how." Jet finished and Party beamed

"Hey you should pick some skates from the shoe pile, I think TCM dropped off some that might fit you."

"Oh yeah!" Jet bobbed his head and smiled.

He left to the nest and Party followed after him but not before siding up next to Kobra to mutter, "Thank you," with a breathy sigh.

"'Course" The Kid chuckled, "But remember, you owe me."

"Yeah yeah." Poison smiled as they exchanged their secret hand shake. Poison bounded down the hallway after Jet.

"Hi." Star said, quickly turning around. He brushed his hair back for like the fifth time that day and Poison couldn't help but notice all the freckles that had come out from being in the sun on the walk home from The Diner where Kobra's whispered heckling and teasing just made Party more giddy than they already were.

"Hi" They repeated. They knew enough to not think that something like What's your shoe size? was a deemable conversation but were lost of what to say instead.

"Did you really mean me?" Jet was asking.

"What?" Poison looks at him with concern as they pull out the pile of shoes and start handing skates to Jet.

"I mean like, you really want to go on a date date with me, not just like as friends?"

"I- yes." they swallow and look away, "Jet if you don't want to go that's fine. Just tell me now so I can sort out my feelings in peace."

"What? No no I'm not breaking up with you- I mean I'm not- I'm pastel for you too, Party." It's Jet's turn to look away but Poison drops a skate in their lap to stare at him. "I didn't think you felt any way for me, I mean you're Party 'I insult everyone' Poison, I never thought you'd like someone like-"

"I don't insult every one." They interject with a sigh. "You and Kobra both on top of me over this." They shake their head, Ghoul understood the need to cover everything up and keep things safe with a shell of spite but Kobra and Jet would just zip shut over anything touchy. Well, or punch your lights out if it was Jet.

"Wait a minute, what were you going to say?"

Jet turned  slightly towards them, "I didn't think you'd like someone all well, quiet n' stuff. Man, I come home from work and then just work on my bots whiles you off partying the lights away."

"Pff Star, you think I go to parties to pick up 'joys to date?"

"I mean, yeah?" Jet looks at them confused as he puts on another skate, "Think these fit." he said absent mindedly, still looking intently at Party.

"Star, I go to parties for the music, for the friends, and yeah maybe sometimes to blow off some adrenaline without a raygun, but I-" they stuck out their tongue slightly as they slipped the lace into an eyelet, I don't take people home from parties and I'd never fuck anyone, ever they want to say but instead just mutter, "I don't go to the club for crushes. And besides, I didn't think you liked me. Whyd'ja think I sent The Kid to ask for me."

"Party what do you mean! How could I not be pastel for your smiles and when you wear tank tops while tagging up the radio station, or skirts out to parties, and the way you get all nervous before reading."

"Okay now that's just not fair. You're so cute when you're covered in motor oil and showing me your bots, not to mention how sharp of a shot you are both at darts and dracs. But also you know you make the best milkshakes this side of the radiation pools."

"Stoop now you makin me all melted." Star shoves them and laughs,

"Not before you did!" Party retorts and they dissolve into a fit of laughter.

The following night Party and Jet rode down to the rink. The lights were bright and the pizza was pretty shitty but it was ok. Jet told them about his plans to try to make a drone while Party tied his skates for him. They stepped out on the rink and skated in a small circle then rolled back to the edge where Jet was still standing on the carpet. On other days they would stare at the black and bright colored carpet wanting to look like it but they knew Jet was just scared.

"If you fall, I've got you." They whispered in his ear and he looked up. Poison hadn't seen Star actually scared, not since ray blasts streaked the sky. He stepped onto the rink and diligently kept his feet exactly parallel.

"Here see, you skate like this." Party kicked off and skated a few feet, then turned and slid back to Jet.

"Here goes nothing." Star said and tried to put his feet into a V like theirs. He started to pick up his foot but fell off-balanced onto Party who hit the rink on their wrist guard. Star was mortified but his body was so close, Party reminded themself to breathe. They ran their hand along his arm.

"Hi" they breathed

"I suck at this for real." Jet groaned and then took their hand. Party got onto their feet and pulled Jet up to standing.

They spent most of the night very close to the nice friendly padded wall. Party showed Jet how to get comfortable on his skates and every once in a while left him on the shore of the rink to practice a spin or skating backwards.

"Now you're just showing off." Jet laughed as Party vogued to the song playing.

"C'mon you can at least do this." They insisted and rolled their wrist against their neck. Jet was much better at voguing than skating, shaping his face square and sweeping circles in the air. Party watched with a quiet smile intently trained on Jet, watching him slowly get more confident until the fear from the beginning of the night melted away.

Eventually Jet did manage to skate without holding onto anything, only to realize he didn't know how to stop. Veering towards Party, he pressed them up to the wall. Poison just laughed.

"Can I kiss you Star?" Party asked

"Only if you show me how to stop after." Jet smiled and Party pressed a kiss to his cheek. Jet held onto the wall as Party kicked off into a simple forwards skate.

"Point your toes and bring your legs together." Party half shouts over the music. Jet takes a couple of tries but eventually gets the hang of it. He skates up to Party and stops right in front of them. They hold his hands and he kisses them. Poison flips up to stand on their heel stops and leans into him. When they finish skating Jet's legs are shaking. He thinks it's on account of it being his first time skating. Party can't tell if it's from skating or being on a date with Jet. But really it's all three mixed into a wavering walk home bubbling with laughter and then dying down to quiet murmurs on the wind.

"So, what's your revenge against my innocent little ask?" Party said with their hand on their hips and a sarcastic lilt in their voice.

"You know how little Mr. Tommy Chow Mein's got that one spot on the back shelf that damn no body supposed to touch?"

"Oh noo, what about it."

"Well, I've been peeping this helmet he's got up there, right? And I think it'd be perfect to go with my wheels now that I have some races under my belt as Lucky No. 27 this dinky BLI helmet got nothing on the other guys. I want you, with all that charisma you got packed away in there, to get it in my hands."

"Oh come on Kid, it's TCM! I can't just walk up to our used-to-be-dad and ask him to sell me contra!"

"It's not actually contraband though, red." Jet Star chimes in from where he's listening bemusedly to the venom siblings. "Hand me a hair tie would you Ghoul?" he asks Ghoul, who's patiently getting his hair braided by Jet.

"I got 50 carbons you can use for bartering."

"Oh sure that'll help but it's still the no sells shelf. And TCM isn't pastel for you like Mx. Propulsion here." Ghoul said with a smirk and Jet flicks hair in his face.

"Alright alright, I'll try but no promises alright Kobra."

"What? Just try, that's BS."

"Hey I didn't know if I'd be getting a joyfriend or not out of your favor, I don't know if you'll be off with a helmet or not."

"Fine." Kobra said in a drawn out whine.

Poison grabbed the ring of carbons and Ghoul tossed Jet the keys to the Trans Am.

"You're coming too?" Party asks as Jet leaves with them

"You know I want to see how this plays out." He said with a laugh and Party rolls their eyes.

"Make sure they're putting in effort, I want that helmet next sunrise race!" Kobra called as they left.

"Heyy Tommy C! How's it hanging?" Party said

"It's hanging like a plastic bag in a 'crow's nest- what do you want Party?" Tommy shuts off whatever audio drama he'd been listening to and leaned on the counter looking down at Party.

"Jus' wanna talk, that so bad?" Tommy just rolled his eyes.

"Look are you buying something or just here to make me change the station. I've heard enough of your rants, I'm not turning on the radio my books are just fine."

"So listen, I was just wondering about that helmet you got over there. It's pretty bonus track and a uh, associate of mine was looking into it."

"This is not the helmet you're looking for." TCM said and a wave of calm washed over Party. They were immediately confused, they were never this calm. There was something they needed but it wasn't here. Wait of course it was. Jet wouldn't be standing in the corner watching the whole scene amused if it hadn't been for Kobra. What was it about Kobra? He wanted the helmet right. It took half of Party's effort just to remember this but then he was at it again.

"Where'd you get it anyways?"

"A long time ago. It's very old, your sibling doesn't want it."

"Oh yeah?" That pang hit their thoughts again but they kept going. "Where'd you get it?"

"No where near here, a galaxy far far away, you could say."

"Well look, since you already know it's The Kid who's trying to get his hands on it what do you even have against him?'

"Yeah, Jet pipes up- me and Ghoul were the ones always pulling pranks on you. He didn't do nothing to you."

"Let me do this, it's not your trade." Party said, putting their hand on Jet's chest.

"Fine." Jet sighed and went back to browsing the zine rack.

"The Kobra Kid can't have my helmet, and no one else can either."

"Ok but what if I gave you 50 Cs?" Party asked, stifling the blow to their train of thought.

"Agh! Why don't these work on you rascal?" Tommy threw down his sunglasses in annoyance. "Fine you want to know about this helmet. I got this helmet pod racing until my rival decided to blow out my hyperdrive frequency and led me to crash land by ship on this measly planet. And then what? Jammed radios from a certain somebody meant I couldn't fly anymore. Set up shop instead, an the rest's history.

"But you know what? If it's useless to me, it's just as useless to you and yours." Tommy sighed and took the carabiners of 25 carbons each and slid them onto the rods in his cash register and begrudgingly passed the helmet down to Party.

"Kobra! We're home!"

"Did they get my helmet?" Kobra asks as he runs into the nest.

"Sure did! Diligently and without help from yours truly." Jet reported back and kissed Party quickly on the cheek to the return of a grin on their face.

Kobra ran over and took the helmet from Poison and immediately put it on.

"Uh Party?" He waved his arms around

"Do you like it?"

"Pois, I can't see a thing." Kobra took the helmet back off and examined the front, realizing that not only was GOOD LUCK painted across the entire screen but the inside was also painted black.

"What the-" Party grabbed it from him and put it on, only to find completely darkness and if they crossed their eyes, a bit of shine to the paint.

"Man you get a joyfriend and I get a fuckin useless helmet!? Last time I ask you for a favor!" He pouces onto Poison and they topple onto the couch, wrestling each other until it dissolves into a pillow fight.

#snake writes #this was so fun to write #ask to tag #jet star #party poison #kobra kid #ttlotfk #ttlofk #danger days #starparty #jetpoison #answered aks

[adorascake]

happy halloween!

hiiii i wrote a short Halloween fic instead of studying for the test im procrastinating about taking:) please enjoy fluffy middle-school aged modern au catradora trick or treating:) also i only made them Jedi bc it’s the first thing that came to mind bc i rewatched the last two episodes of the clone wars this morning and oh my god its been months but im still not over it

if u like this, i have more fics on my ao3 (link in my bio hehe)

“I dunno, Catra, maybe we should turn back.” Adora glanced over her shoulder worriedly, as though she was going to find their guardian following them across the main road.

   “Don’t be such a baby,” Catra teased, pressing the tip of her lightsaber to Adora’s forehead. Surprised by the action, Adora let her worry lines relax. “And besides, you’re the one who wanted to go to this neighborhood in the first place.”

   “All I said was that I think it’s unfair that they hand out full sized candy bars while everyone else is stuck with the dumb fun size ones,” Adora retorted as they crossed the street. “Not that I wanted to leave our neighborhood. What if Ms. Weaver catches us?”

   It was Halloween, and they were under strict rules to stick together with the rest of the wards, to be back by nine sharp, and to not leave the neighborhood. They had already broken one of those rules, having long since separated from their main group to do their own trick or treating. But they were faster than most, and were already finished with their neighborhood and definitely not ready to head home yet. It just got dark out, after all, and Adora wanted to show off her Jedi costume for a little while longer. It wasn’t much, just a cheap plastic lightsaber and some clothes she scrounged up at Goodwill with Catra, who was also a Jedi.

   “She’s probably taking advantage of an empty house and is drunk off her ass right now. We’re fine.” A mother pushing a stroller nearby gave them a dirty look. Adora half expected Catra to flip her off. But she didn’t, and they kept walking until they reached the entrance to the neighborhood where all the wealthy people who gave out full sized candy bars every year lived.

   “But she has eyes everywhere.” Despite her protests, Adora followed Catra into the neighborhood. She immediately became self conscious about her thrifted costume that cost all of five bucks upon seeing other kids in brand new, kind of expensive looking costumes. The big, looming houses did nothing to help her either.

   “Who’s gonna tell on us? Kyle?” Catra, who had been in front of Adora for a bit, leading the way, glanced back at Adora. Her face softened, and she paused to let Adora catch up. “Here, you be on the inside. If anyone sees us, they’ll see me first. Ms. Weaver’s more worried about you than me anyway, so it’d be you they’re looking for.”

   Adora opened her mouth to protest, but then Catra linked their arms and tugged her along again. Anything she was about to say about needing to be more careful vanished from her mind.

   They made their way house after house, receiving the promised candy bars and a few weird looks, as they obviously stuck out. Thankfully, it seemed like no one was rude enough to comment on their homemade costumes.

   “We have like thirty minutes left,” Catra announced a couple streets later. “Wanna do one more street and head back?”

   Adora nodded, shifting her now-heavy pillow sack in her hands so she could return her hand to Catra’s. When they started holding hands instead of linking arms, she couldn’t remember. Frankly, she didn’t care, either. Catra’s hand was nice, and it provided some warmth on the cold night. “The others are probably at the park.” Because that’s where they went every year on Halloween once they finished trick or treating, which was always much sooner than their given curfew, and no one ever wanted to head home early. The freedom was always too enticing.

   Catra snorted. “Get a load of that.” She nodded her head across the street. Adora followed her gaze, landing on two trick or treaters. One was wearing a crop top with a fake bow and arrow on their back, which Adora didn’t think was the reason why Catra was giggling. Their partner was decked out head to toe in pastel colors and glitter, with fairy wings to pull off whatever look it was they were going for. “My Little Pony called, they want their shit back.”

   “Catra!” Adora used her candy bag as a hitting device, which now held her lightsaber as well, and was probably more painful with the added plastic. Catra simply hit her back with her sack. Adora laughed still, unable to suppress her giggles.

   They finished their last street and made their way back to their neighborhood. As Adora predicted, their friends were loitering at the neighborhood park; they all headed back to the home together, already feeling the loss of their one night of freedom.

   Another rule about Halloween was that they were only allowed to keep some of their candy from their night of fun. The rest would be confiscated and thrown out, though Catra always joked that Ms. Weaver probably took it for herself like the witch she was.

   But she and Catra had a system, as did some of the other wards in the home, that allowed them to keep all of their candy without their guardian finding out. For her, Catra, and Lonnie, there was a loose floorboard in their shared room where they could stash as much candy as they could fit before Ms. Weaver collected any leftover treats the morning after. Of course, they had to sacrifice some pieces so as not to look suspicious, but normally, they came together on that and made a trash pile big enough for them to divide equally. It had been working for years now, and Adora expected this year to be no different.

   Once everyone completed the tradition of trading and bartering one another’s prizes, and the extra candy was hidden from sight, it was time for bed. As Catra had predicted, Ms. Weaver had been drinking, and was out cold in the living room when everyone returned, so they didn’t have to worry about her coming in and enforcing lights out.

   “It’s over, Adora,” Catra warned from her perch on Adora’s bed. She was in a squat, too tall for the bunk to stand up straight without knocking her head on her bed above Adora’s, lightsaber drawn. “I have the high ground.” There was even a slight accent in her voice.

   Adora smirked and rolled her eyes at the nonsense. And Catra had the audacity to call her the nerd in their friendship. “You underestimate my power.”

   “Don’t try it,” Catra responded immediately, already bracing herself for Adora’s obvious attack.

   From her bed across the room, Lonnie groaned and muttered something about the both of them being idiots, rolling over and shoving her pillow over her face as though to block them out.

   While Catra was still distracted by the interruption, Adora launched herself forward. Catra barely had enough time to block the attack.

   They sparred with their lightsabers. Adora was only somewhat conscious about the amount of noise they were making, but seeing as no one had come in and told them to shut up yet, she didn’t worry about it too much.

   Eventually, the weapons were abandoned, and it was just the two of them tousling around on the floor in their pajamas, giggling and fighting for the upper hand. They ended up calling it even, and found their way to Adora’s bunk after finally shutting the lights off. Adora heard a sigh of relief come from Lonnie’s bed.

   “Told you it was worth it,” Catra said around a mouthful of a king size candy bar.

   Adora grinned at her. “Okay, okay, you were right. I admit it.” She took a bite of her own candy bar. With the amount of candy they got, Adora wouldn’t be surprised if their supply lasted them for at least a month.

   She leaned her head on Catra’s shoulder, snuggling under the covers a bit more and telling herself she was only scooting closer because she was cold and Catra radiated heat. It was a good Halloween. After all, it wasn’t often that they were granted such freedom from the rough life in Ms. Weaver’s home. They took what they could get whenever the opportunity arose.

   One day, they would have so much freedom they wouldn’t know what to do with it, her and Catra. They would get away from this place and have a life of their own. Together. Because Adora couldn’t imagine a world without her best friend in it.

   But for now, she was content with forgetting about the worries of the real world and just closing her eyes, letting the steady rise and fall of Catra’s chest and her heartbeat lull her to sleep.

#catradora #she ra #spop #she ra spop #shera #adora #catra #my writing #happy halloween y’all xoxoxo #i wasn’t gonna write something but clearly i changed my mind lmao