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Chocolate Mint

���Ah Ma, do ya hafta pull or ma mane so hard, it feels like you’re about to tear to it out?” AJ did her best to brush the remainder of dried dirt from the young foal’s dark colored mane before completely clearing the mess.

“Well maybe if ya wash yur mane once in a while after mudwrestling, we wouldn’t be having this problem. The young colt replied with a gruff.

“Seriously Sugarcube, I tell ya a thousand time ta do this, and yet ya still choose ta ignore me?”

“What’s the point in washing it, knowing it’ll just happen again?”

“Because it saves ya the trouble a’ dis.” She tugs his mane for emphasis. Now go and get yer keester in da tub, ya smell like a wet Timberwolf. The minty blue colt made way to the staircase , climbing them in a slow pace with hints of mumbling  as he made his way to the top. Applejack simply shook her head as she smiled at her boy.

“Just like yer mother,” she muttered to herself. As she set on cleaning up from the grooming session, she heard the front door open and close from the adjacent living room.

“I’m home,” a familiar raspy voice sounded throughout the home.

“In the kitchen,” AJ hollered with her back turned towards the living room. She soon felt the tip of a feathered wing slowly graze her back as she felt its’ owner saddle up on her left.

“How was practice,” AJ directed towards her wife, an all too familiar rainbow maned pegasus.

“Great as always, what happened here?” RD scanned the entirety of the dining area floor.

“Yer son and mudwrestling.”

“Ah.”

Rainbow directed her attention to her wife’s swollen stomach, “And how’s my other superstar boy?” She playfully nudged AJ’s belly with her muzzle, which granted her a small kick from inside as a response.

“Ya felt that, he kicked!”

AJ shook her head in disbelief, “What makes you think that it’s a boy?,” she questioned.

“I can just feel it ya know, I was right when we had Mint.”

“Yeah but this time, I’m having the baby. And besides, girls run in my family.”

RD rose from her hunched position and faced her wife, giving her a quick peck on the cheek. “Well whether it’s a filly or a colt, well love them just the same.” AJ smiled at that.

“Since when are you so sentimental?”

“I am when I wanna be,” that earned the pegasus a playful kick to her backside.

“Well do ya mind checking in on Mint? Knowing him, that boy is hiding out somewhere rather than taking a bath.”

RD quickly gave a winged salute before trotting up the nearby staircase. ‘Mint, ya better be in that tub when I get up there,” she hollered. Of course, AJ would be right and Rainbow would find their son hiding in the hall closet upstairs.

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O is for Only Shot

     Within the debriefing hall, there stood the various platoons of the Polaris Defense Force, while their Captain, Talwyn Apogee addressed the crowd of the ongoing cases they had on the board along with the introduction of the new recruits. Ratchet, a newly promoted Lieutenant of the 1st platoon stood amongst the head of his troops, with a couple cadets flanking his sides as they looked towards the podium. The cadets, though promising proved to still have milk behind their ears. Why just the other day he caught some other male cadets from the 3rd platoon looking at a few female cadets while whispering under their breaths with smiles on their faces. He shook his head in shame. Even now in the middle of the debriefing he could see one of his own male cadets to the right of him, eyeing the Captain up and down from afar, and was not too slick about it.

    “Eyes up Cadet,” Ratchet stated as he glanced over at the cadet, to which said cadet was caught off guard and fumbled about before standing at attention and looking straight ahead with a nervous sweat on his brow.

 “Apologies Lieutenant.”

 “I expect everyone to be on their P’s and Q’s when out and about, and to always communicate. That’s all for today. Dismissed!” Talwyn announced.

    A chorus of “Yes sir,” rung throughout the hall before everyone filed out in an orderly fashion, with the 1st platoon being last. Ratchet snagged the sleeve of the cadet from earlier to get his attention, “Listen Zanif, I’d appreciate it if my cadets focused their attention on the speech rather than other things during debriefing.” Zanif, with a nervous look twiddled his thumbs as he glanced down at the floor.

“You saw?”

“How could I not.”

“Apologies again Lieutenant. I won’t make that mistake again.”

 “Let’s hope you don’t. Would hate to hold a promising cadet back from advancing in his training.” Zanif looked towards his commanding officer with worried eyes.

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    Ratchet sat within his office, a modest plus along with his promotion; tired eyes glued to the monitor filled with various reports needing to be finished. Charts and graphs littered the entirety of his desk. Soon, a quiet rapping was heard at the door.

 “Come in.”

 The door slowly opened before the head of Zanif peeked around it.

 “May I enter Lieutenant?”

    “Oh Zanif, of course.” Ratchet stated as he made a measly attempt to push aside the towering papers to the corners of his desk; making his line of sight clear to talk to his cadet directly. Zanif slowly entered, taking notice of the scattered papers around Ratchet’s desk. “I’m not disturbing you are I?”

    “Hm, oh no no no. I was actually wrapping up, but I have time.” The Lombax pointed at the vacant office chair in front of his desk. “What can I do for you?” Zanif took the seat and placed his hands within his lap as he twiddled his thumbs. 

“Well I have a question, concerning someone.”

 “Oh.”

 “And I wanted to get your opinion on it.”

 “Is there anything wrong?

 “Oh no, it’s just….well there’s this girl.” Ratchet perked up at that.

 “A girl you say.” Zanif nodded his head yes.

 “And is she within our ranks?” Another nod yes.

 “Y you see sir…”

 “Ratchet is fine, no need for formalities.”

 “Oh uhm ok. Well Ratchet, I have no clue as to tell her how I feel.”

    The Lombax reclined in his chair as he rested his hands behind his head, “Ah girl trouble. You know I used to have that problem within my youth, never really could reel a girl in ya know. But, it took sometime before that cast was able to nibble a beauty, and it took some practice.” Zanif listened in silence as he looked towards his superior.

 “Tell me, is it someone I know?”

 “Oh yes, I assume very well.” Ratchet raised a curious eyebrow.

 “And what is this lovely girl’s name might I ask?”

 Zanif gave a nervous glance before he answered, “Well, uhm I’m nervous to say, but her name is..Talwyn.”

 At the mention of her name, Ratchet’s expression changed in an instant; now replaced with a more serious expression.

 “Zanif, can I tell you something?” Ratchet asked as he brought his elbows to the desktop, with his head gently placed atop his laced gloved fingers.

 “As your commanding officer, I appreciate you coming to me with your troubles. But…”

 “But?”

 “As a fellow man to man, I suggest you stop pursuing this crush of yours, especially if it’s with my fiancée.” A look of shock washed over the cadet’s face.

 “Y your fiancée?!”

 “Yep.”

 “You mean you, a and the Captain?”

 “Yep.”

 “I’m so sorry sir, I did not know.” Zanif threw his hands up in defense.

 Ratchet looked confused. “I’m surprised. It’s no secret we were dating, not to mention engaged amongst everyone in the Force. Where are you from again? The Hixx?”

 Zanif vigorously shook his head yes.

 “Man, news doesn’t travel far to that quadrant I assume.”

 “No sir.”

 Amongst the conversation, a knock was heard at the door silencing the two.

 “Come in,” Ratchet exclaimed, followed by the door opening and revealing Talwyn, to Zanif’s surprise.

Talwyn slowly opened the door, “I just wanted to see if you were ready to…” she took notice of Zanif still seated in the chair, staring at Talwyn as if the wind got knocked out of him.

 “Am I disrupting something?” she questioned.

    Ratchet was about to answer, but Zanif quickly interjected. “Uhm no actually, I was just about to uhm, leave. Yes! Leave!” He gestures to the doorway where Talwyn still stood and did his best to shimmy through what little space he managed to get between her and the door frame and making his quick exit. Both the Markazian and Lombax stared at the door with weirded expressions.

 “What was that about?” Talwyn asked.

“Eh, nothing too serious. Just had to get some things order. But anyways, you ready to go beautiful?” He quickly rose from his chair and was instantly at his fiancé’s side with her hand in his, holding it in a tight embrace.

 “Uhm sure. Ratchet, are you ok? You’re kind of squeezing my hand.”

“Oh sorry, just don’t want anyone to take you from me,” he stated with a cheesy grin on his muzzle. Talwyn looked at her soon to be husband with confusion, but took it as one of his goofy antics. She laughed.

“Ok you, no one is taking me from you. And if they tried, I’m sure you wouldn’t let that happen, Mr. Territorial.”

“Damn straight.”

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I decided to continue with some more oneshots for the Ratchet and Clank series since the first one got such great feedback. And I figured since I used L in the first, and L is the first letter in the word LOVE, why not make a miniseries of oneshots that spell out the word LOVE that may or may not filter into a full fledged story!? *wink wink* X3

Thanks again to @farorest and @zombiy for the inspiration from their comic @stellabris which you should definitely go check out.

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L is for Loving a Lombax

               The injuries he sustained were too much for him to trudge back to his ship, instead remote calling Aphelion to his beaconed location before scrambling into the cockpit with Clank and setting off to some preset coordinates.

               Talwyn was comfortably nestled under the warmth of her covers, unaware of a ship touching down in the docking bay of the station until the sensor on her nightstand went off. She glanced at the projection emanating from said sensor with tired eyes, “Who could be here at this hour?,” she questioned while catching a glimpse of a familiar ship.

               “Why is Ratchet here?” She soon made her way through the corridors of the station in an oversized white t-shirt and black shorts, her now long hair somewhat decent in a messy braid. Once she reached the bay doors, she disengaged the lock at the control panel before proceeding inward.

               “It’s nice to see you Ratchet really, but…” she rambled on before looking up to see Clank with a worrisome expression on his robotic face as he was assisting an injured and bloodied Lombax struggling to even stand on his own as he clutched his open wounds on the right side of his upper torso.

“Ratchet!,” she exclaimed as she instantly was in high alert and practically lunged for the two, grabbing a hold of Ratchet as he was about to collapse to the floor unconscious.

               “What happened?,” she directed towards Clank as he still held onto the Lombax’s arm while the rest of Ratchet’s weight was nestled against Talwyn as she cradled him.

               “We simply went to Fastoon to find clues to Ratchet’s past. However a group of bandits had bombarded us before we had a chance to recover anything.”

               Talwyn then noticed a wetness on the side of her shirt and looked down to notice the blood from Ratchet’s open wound had seeped into her white nightshirt leaving a fresh blood spot, triggering a sense of alarm within the Markazian.

               “We need to get him to the medbay quick,” she exclaimed as she frantically tried to gather the Lombax in her embrace as she tried to stand on her two feet, her eyes brimming with tears.

               “Miss Apogee , I do not think that is…” Clank had muttered, but apparently falling on death ears as Talwyn continuously mumbled the medbay while struggling alone to get up with an unconscious Lombax in her grasp.

               “Miss Apogee!” That knocked her out of her supposed trance.

               “We require assistance. You are mentally unfit at the moment to assist carrying him, and I myself cannot help due to my stature and broken servo in my arm.” Talwyn stared at him for a solid while with tear stained eyes, processing what was said before moving forward with an idea.

“Call Cronk and Zephyr and tell them to get down here stat!,” she exclaimed. Clank soon ran for the closest comm panel and contacted the two warbots.

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After nearly an hour and a half, Ratchet slowly regained consciousness. His ears twitched once they were able to sense a subtle beeping noise that eventually grew as his senses became more woken. The sensory of his body soon followed, detecting him laying on a soft surface with comfort surrounding his frame. Then his eyes slowly opened, exposing them to the supposed bright light where he was; slowly adjusting to the room he was in that mimicked a hospital room. He then noticed a weight nestled near his thigh. He looked to see that Talwyn sat near him in a chair with her head settled in her arms as she slept.

The sound of the medbay doors were heard as Clank entered through with his arm in a sling. He looked towards the bed and noticed Ratchet was staring straight at him.

“Ratchet, you are awake.”

“Hey bud.”

The vibrations of the Lombax’s voice was enough to stir the Markazian from her sleep. She groggily looked upwards from her hunched position, meeting the gaze of Ratchet who looked downwards when he sensed movement.

“You’re awake,” Talwyn muttered in a hushed tome. Ratchet reached for the top of her head and ruffled her messy brown locks, “Hey Tal.”

She gently embraced him, careful not to apply pressure to his bruised limbs. He tried to wrap his free arm carefully around her as he returned the gesture, the other arm was encased in a sling. Ratchet soon felt Talwyn trembling in his grasp, and soon followed with sniffling and wetness he could feel in the crook of his neck where her face was hidden.

“Don’t scare me like that,” she managed to sputter amidst her blubbering, while Ratchet rubbed his bare hand against her back for comfort.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

Amidst the hugging session, Clank had backed out of the medbay to give them some privacy. He would converse with Ratchet later.

The two pulled back with Ratchet allowing his hand to drift to the Markazian’s tear stained face and wiped a few away with the stroke of his thumb.

“How the hell did they overpower you?”

“They blindsided me; had no idea they were even there until I got attacked from behind the moment I entered the Hall of Azimuth.”

“But why you, people could clearly tell you’re a Lombax. Why attack?”

“Some bandits don’t give two shits who you are. They’re too blinded by wealth and would take down anyone who gets in their way.”

“I’d like to blindside them and kick their asses. Especially since they attacked a Lieutenant of the Polaris Defense Force.”

He had completely forgotten about that, with the promotion nearly a month ago, the title was too new to get used to. At least he could write off an assault charge for harassing an officer of the force, but then again, they still wouldn’t give two shits.  Silence fell between the two, basking in the moment of them being together. Ratchet still held a hand to Talwyn’s cheek as she leaned into his touch, while she placed a cold hand to his bare chest, which he didn’t mind.

“Sorry again for all of this, lucky I was within the Polaris Galaxy to get help.”

“Glad you were too.”

“Tell me Doctor,” Ratchet’s tone shifted from serious to playful, “what’s the status of the patient?,” he directed towards Talwyn. She decided to play along.

“Well, looks to be a hefty wound to the right side of the rib cage, nothing too severe. A dislocated left shoulder, several burns to the ligaments, and one bald spot on the back.” Ratchet grimaced at that.

“That bad?”

“Like you said, you were lucky. Clank got the short end of the stick with a shock to his sisterboards and a broken cervo, nothing I couldn’t fix.”

“Wouldn’t doubt you for a second.”

“You better not, or I’ll have you sleep in the medbay tonight!”

“So it’s a sleepover tonight is it?”

“I’m not letting you out of my sight until those injuries are mostly healed. Knowing you, you’d likely fly right back to Fastoon and show them bandits the business end of you wrench.”

“And you’ll likely tag along no doubt.”

“Of course, someone has to keep an eye on you.”

The two erupted in laughter at their banter until Talwyn emitted a loud yawn.

“It’s really late, we should turn in.” Ratchet nodded in agreement and slowly got up from the bed with Talwyn’s help, before heading out the medbay and to Talwyn’s room to rest.

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A little oneshot I decided to create after being inspired by an existing comic by @zombiy and @farorest titled @stellabris . By the way, definitely go check out their work, it’s amazing!

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redraw of a… 6 year old drawing of Raz!! This sequel has been a long time coming but I have total faith it will be worth it<3

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Sailor Moon Snippet *Title In Progress*

               Just as the girls were preparing to leave the aquatic theme park, Amara had abruptly pulled Serena aside with brute force, until Serena screamed. The long haired blonde screamed in fear as Amara forcefully reached for something in Serena’s hand; her phone. The others who looked on in fear and shock had shouted for Amara to stop, with Rei and Leeta even lending a hand by pulling Serena away, only for Amara to continue. “I can’t let you get away with my secret,” Amara aggressively shouted to Serena.

               The girls became confused at that statement.

               “What secret, what are you talking about?” Rei questioned. Michelle, who managed to catch up to her girlfriend had rounded the corner to witness Amara and the others.

               “Amara stop!” Michelle had loudly exclaimed while running to the group. “You don’t have to do it this way,” she grabbed a hold of the short haired blonde’s arm and tugged at it with great force, granting some distance between Serena and Amara before Rei and Leeta shielded her away.

               “What’s your deal? What kind of friend just bullies them out of the blue?” Leeta had shouted with a look of anger; Rei sharing a similar look. Amara, still slightly held back by Michelle took heavy breaths, her shoulders rising and falling with each one. It took a while before she let her anger subside.

               “Uh, I’m sorry about my behavior, but I feared of you all catching wind about our secret. One I believe would change how you perceive us.”

The inner senshi held lacks of confusion, “By what do you mean?” Ami piped.

               “Yeah, we’re friends, and teammates. There shouldn’t be no reason for you to hold something from us. Whatever it is, we’ll likely understand,” Mina exclaimed. “And there shouldn’t be a need to resort to violence about it.”

               Michelle stepped forward, “We fear this is not the best place and time to tell. All will be revealed in due time.” And in an instant, Amara and Michelle vanished, leaving the inner senshi in a daze of confusion. 

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FYI: This was actually from a dream I had over a year ago. I’ve written it down hoping to flourish it into a full story, but I am stuck on what the premise would be. So, I definitely have plans to make it a full fledged story with a modern twist, and probably changing the English dub names to their original Japanese ones. *keeping Rini’s English name though* But for now, here is a snippet.

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Sorikai Snippet

The night before Kairi’s departure, Yen Sid had offered the trio and Lea to spend the night at the tower, allowing them all to arrive at Disney Castle promptly in the morning.

Sora, Riku and Kairi opted to stay in one room together while Lea was left by his lonesome in the adjacent room. After bidding everyone goodnight and all separating, Lea waited until all was quiet before proceeding with his supposed prank on the trio. He swiftly rose from bed, clad in baggy black sweatpants and a simple white tee, tip toed as best he could out the door and across the way before trying his best to quietly open the other door. He opened it enough to shimmy his slim figure through and shut the door behind him before turning towards a bed that was occupied. There he could make out Sora’s disheveled spiky brown hair peeking out from under the comforter. His first target.

Slowly he made his way over, and silently crouched near the side of the bed, close to Sora’s sleeping face before taking in a lung full of air and shouting.

“WAKE UP!”

Sora awoke with a jolt from the sudden surprise, letting out a shriek. Lea stood to his full height, taking a few pics of Sora in his groggy state. The covers behind Sora tussled about before two more figures had surfaced from the covers.

“The hell Lea,” Riku had stated as he used the weight of his arms to lift him from the bed, enough to see over Sora. He was clearly not wearing a shirt and his long silver locks in a messy man bun. The moonlight glowing through the nearby window was enough for him and the others to be visible to Lea.

“Is it morning already?” Kairi murmured as she rose from bed in a baggy light pink t-shirt, her own shoulder length hair tied in a ponytail. She sleepily rubbed at her eyes with her hand.

All Lea could do was stare at the trio flabbergasted. They were all sleeping in the same bed! No wonder the other two rooms available were empty.

“So what’s this?” Lea responded in a sly curious manner as he gestured to the three of them.

“What do you mean what’s this? We’re trying to sleep, that’s what.” Sora replied in an irritated manner.

“So if you don’t mind, we would like to continue sleeping,” Riku responded, equally as irritated as Sora.

“No no, why are you all sleeping in the same bed? And why is your shirt off?,” he questioned the three, the last statement directed towards Riku.

“I have pants on, so you can leave those vulgar thoughts behind,” the silver haired boy responded as he flipped over to his back and set himself in a sitting position on the bed with his back against the headboard. “And does it matter why we’re sleeping together. What matters is why you’re in here disturbing our sleep.”

“Yea!,” Sora retorted.

“I couldn’t sleep, got a bit bored and decided to do something fun. But it seems I already missed the fun since you all look like you’re having a party.”

“Again, with the vulgar thoughts.”

“And we aren’t partying, we’re just sleeping together,” Sora mumbled as he looked towards Lea with tired eyes, hugging his pillow.

“Uh Sora, you might wanna rephrase that,” Riku stated.

“But he’s not wrong,” Kairi piped up. Lea’s face lit up in surprise.

“You mean to tell me you guys ARE sleeping together?”

Riku sighed, “If you meant to ask if we’re together, then yes. All three of us are dating each other, that’s why we chose to sleep together.”

“But, HOW?”

“Well, when one girl likes a guy and another guy, and vice versa for the others, then they date.” Sora managed to ramble off in his state of drowsiness while lazily counting off on his fingers.

“I’m confused.” Riku let out another sigh.

“Look, Lea it’s not as complicated as you would think. I’m dating both Sora and Kairi. Sora’s dating the both of us, and the same with Kairi. We’re all boyfriends and girlfriend to each other.”

The spiky redhead scratched his head as he processed the newfound information. “Seems pretty odd to me.”

“Yet you’re dating Isa, and we don’t think it’s odd,” Kairi remarked. She made a good point.

“Touche.”

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Sneak Peek of Proud Family Crossover Fic

“This is a great day to come together here at Wizardville High School as we celebrate our graduating class of 2008,” the principal announced through the microphone sending the whole arena into an uproar. “I must say, after all my years as an educator that I have never seen such a diverse, collective and successful group of students until this year. Before you I see future entrepreneurs,” the view pans over to Sticky dressed to the nines in his black cap and gown, his neck littered with his stoles and cords, and a gracious smile on his face. “I see future activists,” it then pans over to Zoey who was amid adjusting her graduation cap upon her now short pixie cut hair, she too sporting a bright and now braceless smile. “I see influencers,” the view moves to LaCienega fidgeting over her long locks of wavy hair, done especially for today’s occasion, the view then floats to Dijonay who looks back and forth amongst the crowd of family and friends, possibly to hunt down her parents who she then finds and waves to. “I see future educators and many others,” it then pans to Penny, sitting upfront in the first chair, her neck equally littered with stoles and cords much like others of the graduating class. She sits there tall and proud in her seat as she lets every word of the Principal’s speech sink in; the words raining true as she reflects on the adventures and accomplishments that she herself and her friends have achieved. And now at this moment, all the achievements paid off and all the middle school and high school adventures were ending as she was soon going to walk across the stage and receive her high school diploma. She looks to her immediate right, where LaCienega sits, being the Salutatorian of the graduating class. A few seats down in the front row sits Zoey who waves to Penny when they make eye contact, Penny returns the gesture. And behind them in the second row sits Sticky, he manages to give Penny a pat on the shoulder. Dijonay sits in the middle with the J’s.

The principal continues to drown on with his endearing speech to the students and those in the crowd. It all moves so fast that eventually the passing of diploma portion approaches, jolting Penny out of a dreamlike state by LaCienega as she sharply nudges her in the shoulder. “Hey Proud, we’re about to walk… are you ok?” LaCienega questions.

“S sorry, I just lost sense of where we are. Seems all too real that we’re here, finally graduating and soon off to college.” She seems to have tears welling up in her eyes.

“Well suck it up, I am not babying a blubbering idiot on this night,” she retorts in her typical stuck up manner, but also follows with a sincere smile, which Penny returns as she dabs at her eyes to prevent ruining her makeup. “Same ol’ LaCienega.”

“Hey, I can’t lose my credibility by suddenly being sincere,” she feigns shock in her words; fanning a manicured hand towards her face.

“May I have all graduates rise from your seats, and as you come up one by one please hand your name cards to the announcer before climbing the steps to the stage.” All rise and the first row is directed to the announcer on the right side of the stage. Penny tries her best to hold back nerves as she hands off her card to the silver haired fellow at the podium beside the stairs.

“Penelope Marie Proud,” the announcer bellows over the speakers. Penny makes her ascension up the stairs with a guiding hand from an underclassman gentleman she doesn’t recognize. Eruption ensues throughout the coliseum and she can clearly hear Dijonay scream out ‘Penay’ in excitement for her best friend. Penny waves out into the crowd, and of sensing exactly where they were was instantly able to find her family in the crowd, partially because Oscar had a huge bright red sign with Penny’s name written out in a purple marker and covered in glitter. She goes across shaking hands with everyone of the school board before coming across her now former principal, shaking his hand, receiving her diploma and then exiting off the stage to her seat. Amongst the hand shaking, she did manage to shout out excitement once LaCienega’s name was called and she too followed suit behind her frenemy. The action continued for each and every graduate. Zoey stopped to wave her newly received diploma in the air for her fellow classmates to see, Sticky broke down into a dance before exiting, Michael struck a pose like the diva he was, Dijonay death hugged the principal and Omar did his signature finger point.

Note: I am not abandoning my other fics, I am just having serious writer’s block.

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Hey guys, I updated my podcast with a new and refurbished first episode. Don’t worry, I’m in the midst of working in episode two. Check it out and show some love!

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Secret AWARD WINNING Florist Amethyst AU

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Why????

@staff are you fucking kidding me right now?! You’re limiting text posts to 100 text blocks (aka paragraphs). What the absolute fuck.

Since you couldn’t take out fanfic writers with the purge so you’re just fucking up formatting for text posts until they leave? Is that your plan?

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Intro Post

Hey Yo!

I’ve had this idea sitting in my head for some time now, and now I’m finally pursuing it. Now I know there are a ton of studyblrs out there, and they all cater to different people with different experiences and methods of doing daily tasks. I for one have developed my own methods, some that may not be as different as others, and some that are completely new. And I, a 25 year old Super Senior in her last year of college, wanted to share some of those methods and experiences, as well as maybe learn from others on here, that way we can all grow together.

So, today marks the first official day of this studyblr, and I hope to be consistent in posting, maybe once a day or every other day. There is no telling how the schedule will be. I will share:

-My study habits

-Note taking

-Study areas

-Tips and tricks I use in learning material

-Fun educational activities that will keep your brain active outside of schoolwork

-Snacks and food I eat to keep fit

-Etc.

This may eventually blend as a wellness blog to because I am an active person and am pursuing to be a Zumba instructor, and I also do yoga. So it would be nice to share my journey on that through here along with other wellness tips. I will be sure to differentiate the type of post in the tags.

Enough of my drabble, I hope to bring some happiness and ease into everyone that comes across this. So for now, happy days to all!

-Corvin

P.S. I will likely change the tumblr name if I can. The current one I have is a place holder of sorts. Also, shameless plug, I know. But I have two other active blogs on here if you would like to check them out.

Personal Blog:@shadywinters

Art Blog (haven’t posted much lately): @shady-art-blog

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Sneak Peek: Heathens (BBRae Ficlet)

Late one night, Raven is seen wandering the halls of the tower with laundry basket in tow, when she stumbled across BeastBoy who appeared to be returning from the ops room clad in a simple tshirt and bright pink boxers with little pigs all over them. He acknowledged her presence with a wave, “Why are you up so late?”

“I was going to do laundry earlier today, but apparently that idea was scrapped because of a certain someone,” giving emphasis on that last part. The changeling gave a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Y yeah, Robin wouldn’t let me go another day without cleaning my room. And that included doing all my laundry. Sorry about that.” Raven dismissively waved off the apology.

“Don’t worry about it. I couldn’t sleep, so now’s a good time as any,” she gestured to the laundry basket under her arm; propped against her hip. Raven proceeded her way down the corridor, leaving BeastBoy in her wake. After fumbling through a few ideas, he settled on an idea and instantly sprinted towards the empath.

“Hey wait,” the empath stops, looking over her shoulder to the approaching changeling with a questioning look, “would it be alright if I kept you company?”

“I thought you were going to sleep?”

“I’m not that tired. If I go to bed, I’ll probably end up scrolling through Tumblr looking at memes til my brain goes numb.”

“As if it isn’t already,” Raven says jokingly.

“Hey!” BeastBoy retorts. He heard Raven giggle.

“I’m joking, come on.” She gestured for him to follow with her free hand before proceeding, with the changeling hot on her heels.

They entered the small laundry room lined with two sets of washers and dryers on one side and the two folding tables on the other. BeastBoy took a seat on one of them while Raven busied herself with her laundry. After throwing in the last of her load, she closed the lid of the washer with a thud before turning her attention to her company.

“What’s got you up so late?,” she asked with the tilt of her head and her long violet locks falling to the side. BeastBoy was caught off guard as was entranced by his fingernails. After flicking off a piece of dry skin from his cuticle, he responded. “I couldn’t sleep, same as you.” It was evident they were both very exhausted due to the black circles around their eyes and a very raspy tone in their voices, for Raven is was more apparent. Both simultaneously let out a yawn before falling into a small silence.

“Nice underwear,” Raven muttered as she pointed to BeastBoy’s choice of undergarments. He gave off a sheepish grin all while rubbing the back of his head. “Star got them for me during the last Blorthog she celebrated.

Raven instantly remembered that day very well. Starfire mentioned tat this year’s Blorthog centered around the act of giving, like an early Christmas of some sort. And since it was a holiday exclusive to Tamaranians, Star had bought and crafted gifts for everyone on the team. Cyborg was gifted with a new tool set since his other ones seemed rusty. BeastBoy had received his boxers, Raven herself was given a lovely choker with a single shard of Amethyst dangling from it. And Robin, who had recently became Starfire’s beau received what appeared to be a very expensive watch.

“They suit you,” Raven stated to which the changeling gave a toothy grin.

‘I like your PJs too,” he gestured to the empath’s apparel, “Though I would never take you for a fluffy pink hearts kind of girl.” Raven was quick to grab a towel that just so happened to be nearby to cover herself up in embarrassment, which erupted BeastBoy in a fit of giggles.

“Don’t hide yourself Rae, they look nice on you.” She returned the compliment with a light blush to her cheeks and a meek smile upon her face.

“I forgot I slipped these on for the night. And I never intended for anyone other than me to see them.” The changeling replied, “Well I guess I’m the first.”

Raven removed the towel from her frame and looked towards her teammate with a smile, rubbing her shoulders sheepishly.

“Thanks,” she muttered.

Ever since Trigon’s defeat and his hold on her released, Raven’s demeanor changed slightly. Seeing her flustered over such little things was something anyone had rarely seen, even BeastBoy, and he found it quite adorable.

“They’re really comfortable.”

“I bet they are.”

The washing machine began to jostle a bit indicating that the cycle was changing. A pregnant pause filled the room.

Raven’s eyes began to wander, unsure of what to focus on or what to say. BeastBoy began to whistle a small tune all while having crossed his legs and arms, looking off into the distance as if fishing for a thought. As her eyes continued to wander they glanced over BB’s attire once again and took notice to his T-shirt, a 21 Pilots t-shirt, she broke the silence.

“Your shirt,” she directed towards BeastBoy, who broke from his train of thought and took hold of the article of clothing in his hands to examine. “This thing, I’ve had it for a while.”

“I didn’t know you listened yo 21 Pilots?”

“Yeah, they’re a pretty chill group. Actually, I went to a concert of theirs recently, was pretty fun. Why, do you listen to them too?,” the changeling questioned.

Raven tilted her head, letting long locks fall to the side once again, searching for an answer. “You could say I’m a fan. A bit different from my usual playlist of songs. But, the lyrics and mellow beats drag me into wanting to listen to more.”

“You gotta fave song?” BeastBoy asked.

“Heathens.”

“Interesting choice how come?”

“I guess it reminds me of our little ragtag heroes we call family.”

BeastBoy smiled at that. He too would think of him and his comrads everytime he would come across Heathens anywhere, be it perusing the shopping mall on weekends, cruising through the streets with the others, or simply listening to it on his playlist. Without thinking, BeastBoy blurted out a question.

“H hey, if you’re interested, they’re holding another concert within Steel City, maybe we could go together?” Another pregnant pause. Raven gave a blank stare towards he companion, her inside feelings instantly taken aback by the sudden remark. When no reply was heard, BeastBoy became nervous.

“Uhh, I take that back, you’re probably not interested. You probably don’t even wanna go considering it’s a public event and you’re not used to…”

“Yes.”

BeastBoy looked baffled, unsure if he had heard his teammate correctly, “Huh?”

“I said yes BeastBoy,” Raven repeated, the same blank stare upon her face.

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Late Night Shenanigans (Human Appledash Fanfic)

NOTE:

Raina - Rainbow Dash

Anna Jean (A.J.) - Apple Jack

XXX

Almost every weekend, when there was no school or barely any work to about, Raina would sneak over in the middle of the night to Sweet Apple Acres to where a ladder sat aside the barn home, awaiting to be propped, climbed and be faced with the double paned window of a bedroom where Anna Jean rested, nustled under a heap of her homemade quilt, partly asleep as she expected a guest to arrive any minute now.

At the sound of a light rapping at the window, Anna rose, simply clad in an oversized T-shirt of her brother’s favorite band and a simple pair of underwear. She approached the window, quickly sweeping aside the heavy red curtains, unhinging the lock and allowed her guest to slip quietly inside with duffle bag in hand.

“You’re late,” the farmgirl retorted, crossing her arms and feigning a look of disapproval upon her face.

“Sorry about that, had to slip passed security before I was able to bolt out the back. Blitz had been actively sleepwalking again, something about perfecting his drills for the upcoming soccer match and swiss cheese?” Raina released the dark blue school duffel and let it drop to the floor, “Nearly had me in a head lock thinking I was ajar of pickles.”

She stood upright with arms spread wide, awaiting a hug, “But I’m here now, so how’s about some lovin’s for ya favorite girl?”

“I swear, you’re full of it Dash.”

“But that’s why ya love me.” She clasps and unclasp her open hands, awaiting AJ to approach.

“Sure Sugarcube,” AJ soon closed the gap, looping her arms around the rainbow haired teen’s neck while the other locked lean arms around AJ’s waist. They closed in for a chaste kiss before laying their foreheads amongst the other’s and gazing into each other’s eyes.

“I gotcha a present,” Raina quickly stated before releasing AJ and lunging for her abandoned duffel on the floor. After rummaging through it for a couple of minutes, she pulled out a grocery bag with what appeared to be snacks of various kinds.

“Mi Avo just recently came by from Brazil and brought home some snacks, the good ones too. Want some?” She held the bag open to Anna as the other began to sift through the pile of goods before settling on a bag of what appeared to be large corn pops.

“What’s this?” AJ examined the red bag.

“They’re called Pipocas, they’re a corn snack. I also brought some chocolate stuff, way better than Kit-Kats. She pulls out a package of Bris, waving it in from of AJ. Raina knew AJ’s weakness was chocolate.

The blonde lunged for the chocolate snack; instantly ripping the packaging and taking a piece and biting into it. The farmgirl’s green eyes instantly lit up with excitement over the wondrous flavors she experienced in her mouth.

“These are so good,” AJ managed to mumble through a full mouth. “You got anymore?”

At that statement, Raina immediately whipped out three more packets. “Thought I’d come prepared.”