#[Muse;Van Marigold]

[solar-throne]

"I think I deserve a nice lil treat for not being the problem this game."

"Just because you weren't the one throwing punches doesn't mean you're completely innocent, you were kinda egging on Kawakami and Knight..."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, I was on my best behavior."

"......knowing how you usually are, I guess that's not like completely untrue..."

[solar-throne]

Gwendolyn glanced rapidly back and forth between Dima and Sol's retreating form, a panicked expression on her face unsure of what to do. It had been easier to decipher Sol's expressions rather than his anxious muttering, so she was left more confused compared to her hearing companions.

"Go check on your friend, I still have booths I want to check out." Dima signed knowing Gwen would need a nudge in the direction he knew she wanted to go.

"Right, okay!" She nodded turning on her heels before turning back. "Wait, you have to make sure you buy my merch when you see it!" She decided before scuttling off after Sol.

"Wait? Have to? I don't get a say?" He spoke aloud as if he forgot for a moment that Gwen wouldn't be able to hear him.

"So, what's your guys story?" Van asked with a seemingly innocent smile and nod between the pair.

solar-throne​:

A flush grew on Gwendolyn’s cheeks, though she assumed that perhaps Sol had just misspoke or maybe meant that her playstyle was “pretty” rather than her. She shook it off, glancing towards Dima and Van as well.

[ Well, when do you finish? Someone should be in to take over for you soon, so just hold out a little longer! ]

She tried to encourage, though knew he must be exhausted by this point.

“You can probably just head out now, next shift should be in soon. Plus, I could just cover for you if the captain or Viridian stop by.” Van spoke up, having caught a glimpse of Gwen’s message.

Sol jumped a bit at Van’s voice, cheeks immediately turning red. How much of their conversation had he been paying attention to? Did he hear him call Gwendolyn pretty? Oh, gods, he did say that out loud, didn’t he? This was all becoming a bit dizzying.

“Y- yeah,” he said, voice wavering. “Ookay…. Sure.” He glanced back and forth between Gwen and the others anxiously. “Let’s- um- you- wanna- I- ….” Shut up shut up shut up. Sol stood tall and stiff, forcing a polite smile and nodded towards the other two males, then turned swiftly on his heel without another word and started to walk towards any open space he could lock onto.

[lunar-throne]

[ @auraboundandtied​ cont. x ]

Van was usually pretty good when it came to holding his alcohol, he had a high tolerance and had an almost sixth sense of when he was on the edge of blacking out. Some nights however, the need to avoid a spiral or dreadful thoughts beat out his self control so instead he would drink as much as his body could muster and seek out whoever made him feel wanted.

This was the most likely explanation for the haze of memories and the stickiness of dried sweat and various fluids left on his skin as he awoke to the stream of sunlight through the long curtains of his loft apartment. He rolled to his side propping his head up in one hand, gaze lazily taking in the girl to try to piece together what he could from the previous night.

“Oh? You alright, do you need some water or anything?” He asked voice husky from barely waking up.

[teamvnla]

Thump. Thump. Thump, the steady rhythm of the ball hitting against the wall echoed through the gymnasium.

It was late, other patrons in the gym were scarce especially in this specific area. He let out a grunt as the momentum of the ball continued to rise as he hit it back and forth, his kicks progressive growing heavier and stronger. The sweat dripping from his brow implied that he had been doing this for a while, his focus only broke as the ball his his sneaker at an odd angle. It was sent flying, hitting against a light fixture before bouncing off across the gym.

Pants left his lips, he grabbed the bottom of his loose-fitting tank top, bringing it up to wipe the sweat from his face as he walked to the bench nearby. His ear flicked, hearing his aShine to off, the message was from Nerys. A picture from one of the museums they were visiting on the trip she was sent on, he zoomed in noticing Jae in the background.

".....I should get other hobbies..." He muttered under his breath, a brief consideration of branching out in his relationships flashed in his mind though it didn't lead anywhere as per usual.

[hopesanddreems]

I've seen a lot of people ask for this, so here is a masterpost (if that's what this is, still figuring out tumblr lmao) of all the nicknames I've seen for m*leven.

(@bylrlvr , since they asked for it)

-mitskivan

-midleven

-midvan

-melvin

-mac n cheese

-milkeven

-milkvan

-milkman

-mlvn

-milkhawk

-maternity leave

-midlife crisis

-macadamia nut

-mildvan

-macarena

-mildew

-whopper

-milkshake

-maroon 5

-oven mitt

-milkevergreen

-mcdonalds

-overdue expired milk

-macadamia

-miller lite

-mr clean

-mclovin

-mcflurry

-mcchicken

-my hero academia

-my chemical romance

-matricide

-mentos

-marmalade

-mermaid-marmite

-milan

-my immortal

-millimeter

-mario kart wii

-milkervan

-mitochondria

-mandarin

-marigold

-matchbox

-michelin

-mongoose

-museli

-municipality

-middle aged vans

-mickey mouse clubhouse

-mclovin it

-millipede

-macaron

-macarena

-milktruck

-mcchicken

-meningitis

-moleskin

-mitosis

-multiplication

-mitten

-microvirus

-microwave

-melatonin

-marbles

-mothman

-martian

-manila envelope

-moist towelette

-macaulay culkin

-mosquito sprayer

-monster high

Feel free to add your own!

[terrorbitch]

okay! i wanna use some specific muses so like for a short-ish / medium starter from one of the muses under the cut: 

colby michelle dickens — disney princess, 25, bisexual. a recovering member of the marks cult, trying to do good in the world now that she’s out. no one knows anything because her name was changed about a thousand times. she plays belle in disney world, and somehow steals thousands of dollars out of the pockets of handsy dads (and moms). margaret qualley.

bear kai coney — college student, 20-24, heterosexual. the world was so new to him going into college. all he knew were his two moms and anything that he read in books. he wasn’t allowed electronics, and the only things he saw were inside the little commune he was raised in. and when he wanted to move away, he was met with less resistance than he expected. his moms loved him, but they knew it was time to let go. mason gooding.

knox arthur taylor — business owner, 26 - 30, heterosexual. maybe his family made a deal with the devil, or maybe they are just using the entire town as their own person bank… but knox owns one of the smaller ‘taylor’ businesses in strangeville. he never questions where the money comes from, but he is part of a secret society. your typical rich kid who just wants to experience life, taking risks anywhere he can. completely arrogant and annoying, but you can’t help but want to know more. mike faist.

dax felipe martinez — children’s book author, 40-45, bisexual. it’s interesting that a bitter old man would decide to write children’s books… except those are the only things that sold. in fact, he was a children’s book manufacturer with how many he could come up with at a time. but he hated kids, and he hated people. when he had enough money he bought acres and acres of inhabited land outside of strangeville… living in the middle of the woods in a small cabin. oscar isaac.

lorelai “rory”  hudson (ຊiphrนth) — kindergarden teacher/alien, unknown, bisexual. when rory landed on earth, she was not ‘rory’. in fact, she had no idea the english/human language at all. the first thing she ever did was binge watch gilmore girls over and over until she learned english, so most of her personality comes from that. she chose the name because rory was her favourite character… and because she didn’t know what a normal ‘human’ name was. and then she binge watched glee, so she’s all over the place. but kids love her, and she just wants to live a normal human life since her family abandoned her on earth. victoria pedretti.

sheridan marigold shah — actress, 23 - 26, closeted. everything that came to her unfortunately came from a slight bit of nepotism. a lot of opportunities were offered to her, but isn’t that everyone in hollywood these days? she knows her worth, and she sticks to it. but she’s an extremely private person and is afraid of doing anything that may make her seem queer in some way. sophia ali.

brady mercedes van cortlandt — econ student, 21 - 23, bisexual. the youngest out of four, and not very expected. she’s a mean girl and always has been, especially through high school. she was the regina george of the school, except she never had a humbling experience. from one of the richest families in the world, and a big name within the sorority. mia healey.

mckenna audi van cortlandt — surgican intern, 26, bisexual. the only van cortlandt who doesn’t seem to believe that her old money will take her to the end. the hardest worker in the family, but a huge cunt. she won’t let anyone in, and she will definitely do whatever it takes to stay at the top. no one seems to like her, but everyone seems to respect her.  grace van patten.

kobie vila — housewife?, 30-35, bisexual. occupation unknown, but she’s unhinged and married to someone important (president, CEO, ect.) she is mean, very mean, and she will do anything to look good. she’s essentially amy dunne’s cool girl, but is a raging lunatic. aubrey plaza.

oscar “ozzie” caesar — surgeon/doctor,  25-30, bisexual. a little bit of a weirdo, studies the occult, the kind of guy you can ask for some pretty weird things. a genius but doesn’t often use it for good. thomas doherty.

judah mitchell — director/producer, 35-40, heterosexual. scumbag lowlife piece of shit who is essentially used as a punching bag. he will use women for his own personal gain, and not actual do the thing he promises most of the time. cheats on anyone, will fuck anything with a pulse. adam brody.

[apricusnights]

≋

Send me ≋ to share a bath with my muse

“You know Marigold, I didn’t actually expect you to show up here at the exact same time as me. I know you’re off work because I handle the schedule but shouldn’t you be practicing or something?” He didn’t seem very bothered as Van sat down on the other side of the tub. It was a private bathhouse but it was still a bathhouse...

[teamoliv-archive]

☭ [Robin v Van]

Send ☭ for a vs. battle quote to your muse (RWBY EDITION)

ROBIN GOODFELLOW vs. VAN MARIGOLD

Battle Theme: My Own Little World

Battle intro: “Welcome to the big leagues.”

Victory: “That the best you got?”

Defeat: “The fuck!?”

Assist: “Someone else do this.”

Taunt: “Not good enough, huh?”

Reacting to Taunt: “Say that again!”

Flee: “Yep. That’s about what I thought. Later.”

Reaction to Flee: “Oh this’ll be fun.”

Tie: “You’re lucky the crowd wants you alive.”

Perfect Victory: “What were you fuckin’ expectin’?”

Semblance Activation: “Don’t mind the bird, huh?”

Finishing Move: “This one’s for you folks in the audience! The RG Gut-crusher!”

[aefintyr]

RANDOM HEADCANONS #1

Despite popular assumption, Lily never enters the Auror programme, or becomes a trainee Healer, or ends up as a professional potioneer. She decides, instead, to indulge her love of art and painting, and becomes a professional artist, selling her artwork for the most part locally. This surprised a lot of people, considering her excellent grades.

She provides art for both wizards and Muggle customers - enchanting her artwork to move or adapt to the seasons, depending on what she's painted; as well as charming them to radiate specific emotions, if desired, such as imbuing a painting to make those near it or in a specific area feel happier.

This allows her to be a stay-at-home mum and housewife, taking care of Harry, and also allows her to dedicate time in helping the Order. Her occupation allows her to be more unassuming and under the radar to those around her. She also spends some of her time helping out with her mum's flower shop, having been working there since she was 13.

When her parents die in 1980, a year before her own death, she receives ownership of the shop over Petunia. In her will, she passes ownership over to Petunia to take care of it. Petunia, at Vernon’s insistence, rents out the building instead.

It's not unusual to find old sketches or paintings scattered across her old bedroom in Cokeworth, whether on her desk or on the walls. She was fond of landscape paintings, inspired by the nearby meadows she used to go to with Petunia and Severus as a child.

A common figure in her paintings was a dark-haired boy among the greenery. This muse disappeared from all her subsequent paintings around her fifth year of Hogwarts.

The Potter home often had the odd painting on the walls, when not tucked away in her office or in storage. This includes a painting of a glowing white stag at night in the middle of a forest. Lily claimed to neighbours she was inspired by local folklore. The stag was enchanted to glow, and you could see stars in between the trees in the background.

She often gave drawings and paintings away to her friends. Lily rarely did portraits. She did, however, give enchanted paintings to each of her Flower Girls of their respective flowers (e.g. Mary has a painting of a vase of gently swaying bright orange marigolds, styled similarly to Vincent van Gogh's Sunflowers painting.)

At Hogwarts, she was known to spend a lot of her free time in her dorm and stayed up late working on her art.

[solar-throne]

“Its been a loonnng time since I was last in Kwailai.” Van made the comment staring out at the waves, holding a popsicle stick between his teeth. “If I told you what I had been up to, you wouldn’t wanna let me off this ship.~” His tone held a teasing playfulness.

“Just kidding!~ You like me too much.~” He joked finally turning to face Viridian.

[ @apricusnights ]

[solar-throne]

"Van." He stated with a grin flashing a peace sign, his demeanor visibly relaxed compared to Sol's.

"Marigold, of course, I know who ya are. Hell of a season you've put on."

"Oh? Big hecaballer?"

"Sharks fan through and through."

While Dima and Van chattered on about the season, Gwen's eye fell back onto Sol.

[ Better now? I didn't mean to spook you ^^" ]

She presented her aShine to him with a soft apologetic smile.

solar-throne​:

Once Gwen had managed to spot her childhood friend she waved her arms to get his attention, waving him enthusiastically over. She had mentioned Dima briefly before but had never gone into much detail due to their conversations always going elsewhere. Gwen’s back was turned to the pair as she signed to Dima, who upon whatever she had said quicken his pace to join her and the rabbits.

Dima’s hands moved to begin to sign, but with a quick nudge from Gwen and a point to her ears he instead spoke.

“Dima, it’s nice to meet ya.” He smiled holding his hand out to Sol first to shake.

“…Sol.” He took Dima’s hand hesitantly but with a firm grip before letting go. “Nice to meet you too…?” He glanced over to Van, wondering if Sol should introduce him. What was the proper greeting procedure for something like this? He was still pretty rigid from stress, just trying to follow along to get through the encounter without freaking out again.

[lunar-throne]

9, the sparring one, Van/Honey because reasons? Wouldn't be canon at all unless you want just thought it'd be interesting

nsfw prompts that don’t sound like a bad porno

———

He wasn’t sure why she seemed intent on sparring with him, he could only assumed it was a pride thing. She was a properly trained martial artist and he was a kid from the docks who liked to cause trouble, two very different ends of the spectrum. Still he found it an enjoyable way to pass the time, it was also more fun than getting tossed around by Viridian like he had grown accustomed to. 

The movements and following tumble were quick as he managed to counter her attack, constricting her wrist and sweeping her legs out from beneath her leading to both of them ending up on the floor. Van’s legs straddled her hips as his hands pressed her wrist into either side of the mat, his chest rose and fell with soft pants as he still felt the adrenaline pumping in his veins.

“Oh my, what a compromising position we’ve found ourselves in, Honey-chan.~” He teased, his was close enough that he was sure she would be able to feel his breath on hers.

[teamvnla]

Van stretched his arms above his head letting our a groan of satisfaction.

"Like I told ya, other teams aren't going to take us as seriously this season without Kawakami, so we gotta keep showing them that we're still a threat."

"Ahh~ playing an actual game again has a totally different feel from practice! Speaking of, Sol, what did you think of your first game?"

[ @prismaticmuses ]

[pumpkinwritesarchive-blog]

1, 6, 7 17, 18!

Interview with a...Writer | Accepting

@littlcstarling

1 ) What color do you associate with your muse?

Emery ( green like a deep forest green or a machi tea green )Gabriel ( a warm golden honey )Journey ( a rich firestone where she reflects a different color under different lights )Margaret ( marigold reds and oranges )Mahim ( a bright and loud reddish orange like a fire )Mickey ( a bruise like that deep purple-blue )Rhett ( perriwinkle blue )Shane ( the color of her van- rusted orang or a smokey gray )Sawyer ( the color of money and deep violets )

6) How are you and your muse alike?

Most of them have my sense of humor. I’m a lot more like Emery or maybe even Sawyer in that I have a strong personality and can be seen as abrasive but I also feel a lot like Margaret in that I get frustrated when I’m seen as nothing more than my illness ( mine’s mental ) and get very frustrated when people try to cater to me and treat me like I’m unable.

7) How are you and your muse different?

I’m different from my babies in a lot of ways. Primarily they all have well founded and longish standing relationships with people. They’re able to be themselves and are a lot more confident in voicing their opinions and needs with the people around them whereas I- am not. I have such strong and independent babies. So proud.

17) What motivates you?

to write? Um I guess it’s just a personal kinda motivation. I mean I’m motivated by the people I write with and by little pictures I find on Pinterest that remind me of this ship or that character so that helps but I don’t listen to music or anything I just get up and say “imma do the thing” and then I try to do the thing.

18) Are you a Jedi master?

No. I’m a Sith Lord. *dramatic Darth Vader theme plays*

[daddymenrah]

MC Menrah

A/N: Idk if this has been done before but if it has pls tell me what to call it lol. Just some songs that remind me of Rami and Co. Yes, before you ask; my music taste is superior to everyone in the universe’s. Feel free to ask why I picked certain songs, tell me which ones you like or hate etc. I wanna know. 

LET ME KNOW IF I INTRODUCED YOU TO ANY NEW JAMS!

Elliot 

Cherry - Chromatics 

Got Your Money - Ol’ Dirty Bastard ft. Kelis 

World Destruction - Time Zone 

Day N’ Nite- Kid Cudi 

White Noise- Disclosure 

Life Is Killing Me- Type O Negative 

Guerilla Radio - Rage Against the Machine 

Stricken - Disturbed 

My Own Hell - Five Finger Death Punch 

Something In the Way - Nirvana 

Closer - Nine Inch Nails 

Break Stuff - Limp Bizkit 

I Do Coke - Kill the Noise 

House of Balloons / Glass Table Girls - The Weeknd 

Same Ol’ Mistakes - Rihanna 

Rehab - Amy Winehouse 

Paper Planes - M.I.A. 

L$D - A$AP Rocky 

Insomnia (Original Mix) - Faithless

Hands On the Wheel - Schoolboy Q ft. A$AP Rocky 

Rami

Bark at the Moon - Ozzy Osbourne 

Groove Is In the Heart - Deee-Lite 

Marigold - Nirvana 

24K Magic - Bruno Mars (Shoot me in the fucking face for adding this one it’s so bad but so catchy this one’s for you @mr-musings) 

Sex On Fire - Kings of Leon 

Suck My Kiss - Red Hot Chilli Peppers 

I Feel It Coming - The Weeknd 

Doomsday - MF Doom 

Hip to Be Square - Huey Lewis & The News 

L-O-V-E - Nat King Cole 

Your Love - The Outfield 

Nothin’ But a Good Time - Poison 

Waiting In Vain - Bob Marley & The Wailers 

Holding Back the Years - Simply Red 

Every Little Thing - The Police 

Shoop - Salt-N-Pepa

On & On - Erykah Badu

Pony - Ginuwine (Story behind this one, I was listening to it while reading some rami fic and it made me imagine this: you go over to rami’s after a date for a drink and he offers to put some relaxing music on, you agree, he goes over to his sound system and fiddles with it for ages until he finally manages to find the play button and this song comes fucking blasting through the speakers. He spills his drink, turns bright red and apologises.) 

Candy - Cameo 

Try a Little Tenderness - Otis Redding 

Josh 

I Don’t Wanna Be Me - Type O Negative 

The Motherload - Mastodon 

Down With the Sickness - Disturbed 

Dying Breed - Five Finger Death Punch 

Gets Me Through - Ozzy Osbourne 

Madhouse - Anthrax

Do You Like Jungle - Jayline 

Gallons Of Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through the Strip - Nirvana 

Bad Guy - 21 Savage 

Party Monster - The Weeknd 

Sex Reflex - Bile 

The Becoming - Nine Inch Nails 

In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida - Iron Butterfly 

Kiss It Better - Rihanna 

Don’t Take Me For Granted - Social Distortion 

Red Lipstick - Rihanna 

Excuse Me - A$AP Rocky

Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge 

Chop Suey! - System of a Down 

Just Lose It - Eminem 

Clint Eastwood - Gorillaz

Drum and Bass Father - Devilman 

Ahkmenrah (12)

(idek why half of these remind me of him tbh, maybe it’s cuz I can see him dancing like a total nerd to them???)

Let’s Groove - Earth, Wind & Fire 

Fade - Kanye West 

Live For - The Weeknd 

Wanderlust - The Weeknd 

CHA CHA - D.R.A.M. 

Funky Town - Lipps Inc. (Listen to this while watching that gif of him dancing at the DJ decks pls) 

My Neck, My Back (This is another one to listen to with the gif mentioned previously) 

Controlla - Drake

Still Of the Night - Whitesnake 

Forever Young - Def Leppard 

Turn to Dust - Def Leppard 

It’s Tricky - Run DMC

Hotline Bling - Drake (Oh look, another song that goes with that fucking gif) 

Snafu 

Never, Never Gonna Give Ya Up - Barry White 

Dirty Love - Motörhead 

Cold Sweat - Thin Lizzy 

Blackout - Scorpions 

Top Jimmy - Van Halen  

Zatar - MF Doom

You Drive Me Wild- The Runaways 

Some Velvet Morning - Nancy Sinatra 

You Don’t Own Me - Lesley Gore 

Buona Sera - Louis Prima 

It’s Late - Ricky Nelson 

Big Spender - Peggy Lee 

That Old Black Magic - Louis Prima  

Desperado - Rihanna 

She’s a Knockout - Social Distortion 

Funnel of Love - Wanda Jackson 

Calendar Girl - Neil Sedaka 

Jukebox Joints - A$AP Rocky 

Do You Wanna Touch Me - Joan Jett 

Video Games - Lana Del Rey 

[maine-writes]

Maine Goes to BananaPie Con

It was an idyllic day in the city. The pigeons were cooing, the sun was shining, herds of ponies flowed through the crossings and sidewalks, and a grey step van zoomed past every red light, screeching at every turn and dodging every car. The van, with the words, “Owl Exterminators”, emblazoned on either side in big red letters, screeched to a halt in front of the local convention center, throwing an unconscious and probably mostly alive griffon from the roof. 

“We’re here!” Patty said to me from the driver’s seat, “Don’t spend too much!”

As soon as I hopped out, the van immediately drove away, followed by a caravan of police cars. 

I made my way into the convention center, passing through one of a row of glass doors, walking up some stairs, passing some public art that, strangely enough, resembled a pair of ponies wearing sunday bonnets, and found myself in the retail area. Among the many food vendors, I discovered Belgian Waffle selling coffee and, of course, waffles. Choosing waffles over the sad excuse of ponized woodland critter food in the next retail space, I waited in line behind a good-sized herd of ponies, most of whom were dressed up. Some carried cameras, some lugged around large bags of things they bought. I was waiting behind an aquamarine mare with a pink mane wearing a banana costume. Sitting next to her was a banana themed bag. At first, I thought nothing of it, but then I noticed a set of pinkish appendages hanging out of it. I glanced up at the pony, seeing that she was in the middle of conversing with some other pony about how happy she was that she got the day off, and decided to investigate the strange slimy tentacles. As I reached out to one of the limp limbs, it wriggled and writhed toward my paw, and a curious cephalopod emerged from the bag. “Uhh, hi.” I said, not knowing what else to say to an octopus. 

After waiting about half an hour, I finally got my large soda and bag of maple-flavoured waffle bites. I made my way to the main hall, where all the stalls were. The massive candy colored crowd resembled a vast sea of color, with visible currents as ponies followed paths between the stalls. Large yellow, banana-themed banners draped the walls, and the smell of bananas and pony filled the air. At the far end of the massive space was a large stage, there I spied a distant light red unicorn bouncing around; I guessed it was Banana Pie entertaining everypony. 

I took a chance with the current of ponies, eventually finding myself in front of a banana car; Banana Pie’s latest Banamobile. As one would expect, it was a giant banana with wheels. A bespectacled marigold, or probably light brown, earth pony with a pencil cutie mark talked to a small, bluish-grey pegasus perched on his head about touching the Banamobile. 

I wandered about the stalls, pondering what to buy from the variety of vendors. As I passed by Dewdust’s Banana Dust stall, I heard a voice call to me. “Hey little criiter.” a cafe noir mare with a black and grey mane beckoned, “Looking to buy something interesting?”

“How did you know?” I inquired, my eyes full of wonder.

“You’ve been narrating what you’ve been doing this whole time.” replied the pale yellow pony with a mostly blue mane in the adjacent stall. They were both selling some art, most of them banana themed, but there was something about the two of them. I eyed the two of them, humming audibly. Their two stalls were connected by a single sign simply reading, “Arts”. 

“So, are you going to buy anything?” one of them asked, uncomfortable with how my snout was slowly inching closer to theirs. 

I made my way up several flights of stairs, carrying a bag full of rolled-up drawings that were as tall as I am, arriving at the hall of meeting rooms, where panels and other small event were being hosted. I decided to peek in through one of the open doorways. Inside, a blue unicorn was hosting a panel called, “How to Draw Realistic Bananas”. However, the drawing that he was presenting to a small group of young artists was not a realistic banana, but a crudely drawn basic banana comprised of a brown square and a yellow curved shape, like a smile. 

I moved onto the next open door, which led into a dimly lit room. On one end was a stage, and in front of it was a number of chairs, most of them occupied by ponies. I took a seat, curious as to why they were there, and shortly afterward, a spotlight shone upon the stage while a simple supposedly inspirational track played. “Ladies and gentlemen!” announced a female voice, “Introducing Cherry Blossom!” A pink unicorn with a big poofy mane rose from a somewhere beneath the stage, accompanied by distinct the whir of machinery. Standing motionlessly next to her was a robotic version of Banana Pie. 

“Nope. I’m out of here.” I said, hopping off the chair and walking out. Artificial Banana Pies can only lead to trouble. 

Speaking of trouble, as I exited the dimly lit room, a tired looking coyote colored unicorn approached me. “Excuse me,” she whispered, “Do you know wher-”

I instinctively hissed at her, my fur poofed up, and I immediately scurried away as quickly as my little critter feet could, leaving my loot behind with the now confused unicorn. I was overcome with a primal fear, a sense of danger, and I ended up scurrying to a room where several paramedic ponies were stationed. There I saw one of the paramedics caring for a bistre and moss green unicorn with glazed over white eyes. The unresponsive unicorn was foaming from the mouth and droning listlessly. I also saw Ivan, local celebrity and taco lover, being wheeled away on a gurney. “Too. Many. Deep-fried bananas.” he moaned. 

“Man, this thing gets weirder and weirder every year.” I mused to myself. 

“Yeah, really.” a random voice agreed. Standing in the doorway beside me was an arctic fox wearing a banana costume. She was carrying a large bag, stuffed with Banana Pie dolls. I loved their little button eyes. 

“Where did yo-?” I began.

“I bought them all.” she immediately replied. “All of them.” 

BananaPie Con was pretty fun.

@askbelgianwaffle @frieswithyourorder @quest-for-the-dreamstone @dewdusts @techbro-arts @asktomandwireframe @symbianl @askparch @pony-ivan @kessy-doggo @askbananapie