#Fluffy Pony TV

[deathproofpony]

Adult Fluff TV

>be Uncle Eddie Patterfamilia. >yes THAT Uncle Eddie. You've seen my work. Spectacular. >for the uptight pussies in the crowd, you used to act and direct in those "barely legal" videos >your speciality was assfucking 18 year old girls while making them suck giant lollipops >then you jam the lolli in their snatch and... >well, you get the idea >then you got Hepatitis. no one would work with you. can't blame them, but it still sucks >but that was last year. a few months ago you were contacted by some producer for The Hub >you hadn't heard of the guy, but you were in totally different industries. >seems he knew you, though, and liked your work. he was offering a job >a GOOD job. director for two shows just for fluffy ponies. guy had a whole channel of them already >it was making money, too. a LOT of it. you'd be a fool to refuse. >the first was called "Plot" - all it consisted of was shots of fluffy pony mares showing their cooches >that was it. nothing fancy. just hop down to the adoption agency, pick up a few strays and dress them up a little >then video tape them from the backside, for the most part >easy peasy Japanesey. >at first you started going to great lengths to get them to show the goods. >shaving, duct tape, string, beatings, anal insertion, more beatings... >then the producer guy explained that you didn't always have to show all the goods >in fact, sometimes the insinuation was part of the eroticism for these things >you can dig that... sort of like when you would stare at underwear models in catalogs when you were a kid >so you took it down a notch... let them show what they wanted to show >although you learned a few tricks, too. sometimes bring a good-looking stallion into the room >sometimes that alone would get those bitches raising their tails >sometimes you'd let them start the mating process. inevitably the same thing would happen >a few... special... fellows even offered to bring their own mares down to be on the show >fuck it. that's five bucks less per head you'd have to pay from the adoption fees. >not to mention not having to take care of them. >you even managed to get a couple of guest stars. >your highest rated show so far featured "Missy Elly May" from the "Beverly Fluffbillies" >although you had mostly stopped using bogus methods to show their plot, you made sure Missy Elly May got fully exposed >shit, that was easy enough. >when the little prima donna bitch wouldn't show the goods, you just pulled her tail up and pointed her at the nearest camera. >her owner was pissed but Fluff TV ended up selling ten times as many Missy Elly May Fluffckers (tm) than they were before >having gotten "Plot" almost on autopilot you concentrated on the real jewel in your crown: "Special Hugs" >it was exactly what it sounded like. record fluffies fucking. >again, you were shocked how many owners willingly brought in their own pets to be on camera >if these people had kids they'd have them in those fucked-up pre-pubescent beauty contests >this show was a bit more difficult and certainly more controversial >the gimmick was that you had to shoot the sex scenes so they always looked consentual... on both sides >once in a while you'd get a really randy female that would attack males so they would be mounted >that ended up with a couple of bites or kicks in their balls. must have hurt like a motherfucker >there were always females that didn't want it. well, fortunately they're still classified as animals so a little force could be used >I mean... you don't hold down Monica Bellucci and yell at her to take that cock and then beat her ass with a paddle when she cries >that would be pretty fucking awesome, but it still doesn't happen >so these little cunts would get smacked, anally penetrated, whipped, screamed at, punched, tied up, tied down, gagged, whatever it took >thank god for dubbed audio tracks > >Season 1:Episode 23:Segment:2 "Orangeade and General" >"Action!" "wahhhhhhhhhh! dun wan speshal huggies fwom bad fwuffy! meanie fwuffy bite owangeade eaw!" >"George, give General a couple of whacks with the Sorry Stick for biting." >"Yes, sir." >"nuu! nuu sowwy stick! genewal sowwy!" >"Shut up." >*whack whack whack* >"WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" >"Get him back on top of her. Good. Action. Camera two, get in position." >"pwease stawp! hewp! hewp! bad fwuffy giff bad feewlies! dun wan..." >"She's crying again." >"Stick the hot pepper up her ass." >"Are you..." >"Do not second guess me, boy. You jam that pepper in there and keep your mouth shut." >"Yes, sir." >"wahhhhhhhhhhh! hawt! hawt! hawt in poopie pwace!" >"You get that, audio?" >"Got it, sir." >"enf enf enf" >"pwease staaaaaaaaaaawp!" >"duct tape her mouth." >"Got it." >"mmph! mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph!" >"Audio?" >"yeah, good... good levels. I can work with this." >"All right, let shithead finish, get the money shot and throw these two idiots down the trash chute." >"enf enf enf... wauuuuuuuuuugh!" >"Nice money shot. Good work, camera one." >"Thanks, boss." >"Sir, she's still too distraught... I need a couple of close-ups of her enjoying it." >"Bring some spaghetti in here." >the mare's eyes light up at the mention of spaghetti. >"Cameras one and two, get closeups of her face." >the spaghetti is placed in front of the mare. immediately her mood changes and she looks happy >"Let her eat a little..." >the mare eats some, smiling... >"Cut. Get her the fuck outta here." >"nuuu! wan mo spagettis! nuuuuuu!" >the production assistant casually tosses her down a trash chute. >"wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." >"What's that like a five story drop?" >"Six." >"Good. Okay, bring in the ponies for segment three." >Season 1:Episode 23:Segment:3 "Ghost and Laquanda" >"This like some sorta interracial thing? You got a white fluffy and a black fluffy there." >"I guess so, yeah." >"We might have to edit this segment out when it plays in the South." >"I can't believe there's still bigotry out there. Makes you sad for humanity." >"It sure does, George. Sure does. *sigh* ACTION! Take that fucking cock, bitch!" >thank god you didn't have to go into snuff films.

[unspeakable-imagination]

Not the worst || Logan Howlett x Reader

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Just a drabble because I can't get it out of my mind. I was thinking abt this all night.

Cw: Oldman logan slander/ logan 2017 slander, hyping up worst logan hype, fluffy, angst, lots of bonding, probably gonna make them fall in love now sure, cannon-typical violence, cursing

Living as Wade Wilson's favorite neighbor was something eles. You and him were best friends, commonly taking time to watch my little pony or other similarly childish cartoons when Althea was out.

You were there when we left the x-men. You were there for him when Vanessa left him, there for him when he was to lost to find a job. You were there when you helped him pick is toupee, and you were there at his birthday party when he was kidnapped.

To say that it shook you would be an understatement. You'd been through so much and it physically pained you when you realized that whatever he was gone for, you couldn't help him. And two days later, he was back. And he wasn't alone. He came with a man, a wolverine. Or as you heard in passing, the worst one.

Logan loitered around the apartment more than you'd like, given that you could no longer peacefully watch ponies either wade, otherwise a grumbling logan would throw fit and slam doors.

Eventually, you just had to pull wade to your own apartment across the hall. And then the knocks came. Every time Wade was over, without fail, Logan would interrupt your buddy time, knocking on the door to whisk wade away for their weird- platonically gay relationship.

It took some time for you to recognize that Logan was lonely, too. And soon, it became the three of you having movie nights. It was hard not to come to enjoy the presence of the clawed man, and it went from you sitting awkwardly to the side while wade would constantly fail at cuddling Logan, to you in the middle.

Until tonight. Wade wasn't going to make it to your bi-weekly movie nights anymore, to busy pining after Vanessa. She was willing to tey and mend their relationship. It broke your heart to loose your best friend, but logan was there rubbing your back, comforting you.

"Atleast we don't have to listen to him run his mouth and spoil the whole thing," he'd reason to you. "You know that he would just ruin the end for you, or tease you when you cry."

Logan was right, but you loved watching movies with them. "But it sucks, he's my friend. I mean I get it, he's gotta chase her, he loves her, but we matter, too, don't we, Lo?"

"Of course, bub. There will always be more movie nights, and even if he can't make them all, atleast you have me?" And you did. For the next three weeks, without fail, Wade would avoid you both on designated movie nights, and Logan would come to your place for them, comforting you and picking out movies.

On more than one occasion you had fallen asleep on his shoulder or lap, and plenty of times you'd even let him sleep over him not wanting to wake the angry, coked up, blind batshit Althea. You began to neglect Wade, watching him finally win over Vanessa's heart, and watching Logan slowly move into your own place, shifting out of the other crowded apartment.

As the time for tour nightly movie drew nesr, you sorted the sofand the popcorn bowl, the lights and the TV, and set up the coffee table with assortment of other snacks and drinks that would last you two through the night. Various beers and even a cigar.

Logan had just gotten home from his job and gone to shower while you set up. His shower was quick, like it usually was, and by the time he was done, you were snuggled on the sofa in a faux sherpa throw. He settled down next to you and you handed the remote to him. In the weeks that Logan had been living with you, you couldn't deny the way you began to develop feelings. He was attractive and capable, and while he seemed rough on the exterior, he was truly tender hearted and did care about your feelings.

That's what made it so hard to bring up that you knew the other, much older-looking, dead logan from your timeliness.

It was just a week after the Manchester incident when Logan and Xavier had fled to Mexico, finding you along the way. They pulled you into their group with Caliban and things took a shift in your day to day life. No longer accounting for the tracker mutant, you spent your time helping him give the professor shots and medication. You were one of the few people, one of the few humans, that had an opposite gene mutation. Instead of getting the X gene, you got something eles, something that made you invulnerable to mutant powers.

You were the perfect person to medicate the senile telepath. You were there to see far too many events unfold that traumatized you. That made you realize that Logan wasn't the person on the pedestal that everyone else thought him to be. He was a stupid drunk, hellbent on killing himself, and the only thing stopping him shifted from the professor to his daughter. And it was horrifying, the way that so many things in his life were kept so well behind closed doors. It's horrifying that the media portrayed him in such a well light, and it was dishonorable that every food company used him to poison food for all of mutant kind, and he didn't do anything to stop it.

After he died, you had found yourself at the X-mansion, being the person to relay the news to Colossus and the other surviving xmen. To show their gratitude, they let you stay there, and eventually, you met the asshole burn-victim lookalike.

Logan noticed your shift in mood, the aura around tou changing. "[Name]?" He leaned towards you and you shook your head, returning to the present. "I was asking what you were in the mood to watch?"

"I need to tell you something." It was sudden and Logan swore he felt his heart drop to his stomach. You brought you hand to your mouth, anxiously chewing on your nails as he looked at you.

"I'm sorry for keeping this from you for so long, but I knew the other logan. I knew the other you. And every time I've heard you walk about yourself being the worst logan- well, it's not true." Your eyes glossed are and you swore you'd cry. He shifted, rotating, bringing his knee up so he could face you better. Reaching to put a hand on your cheek.

"What do you mean, bub? You knew Logan?" You nodded, almost pitifully and your cheeks began to feel warm tears drip down them. He gently wiped them away. "What do you mean, though? Everybody tell me about how amazing this world wolverine was."

"They didn't see him behind closed doors, they didn't see him at the end like I did. Laura- she was just a kid. She only idolizes him because he died for her- but that doesn't make him good." You used your hand to dry some more of your tears.

"He was a peice of shit and only cared about himself until he knew he was dying. He was insistent on ending it and only found his release by getting skewered on a tree-root." Your emotions shifted from sadness to bubbling anger.

"There was an incident, when Xavier's brain began to go. I mean, a degenerative brain disease in thw worlds most powerful brain?" You paused. "He took him away, and he found Caliban and I along the way to help him. He left everybody behind, too, not just you. Maybe it's a Logan thing. It was funny, really. He was acctually planning on Leaving Caliban and I behind anyways. Saving up buy for a boat to live in the ocean where Xavier and him could just die peacefully." His face fell as he listened. "He was disgusting. Worse than you. You've proven you're a million times better. I mean- he is the reason why we have so little mutants left. Why children are pushed away into boarding schools or segregated just because they have powers."

Logan was silent as he took his time to absorb all the Information you just shoved apon him. "Wow," he breathed. "I really am a peice of shit everywhere."

"No logan, you don't understand. You, and I mean the you sitting in front of me isn't! You're amazing. You helped wade, you helped Laura leave the void. You helped me! God dammit, logan I love you. You've been nothing but amazing and so refreshing. You're somebody who acctually appreciates this life and living now. You're the best person out there."

His eyes nest buldged when you said you loved him, his heart rate picked up and by the time your final words left his lips, he swallowed them whole and kissed you. His hand on your cheek curved around the back of your neck and pulled you close, his other hand stabilizing his lean.

He pulled back just to place his forehead on yours. "Fuck, [Name], you have no idea how much a cherish your words. You've been encouraging me for so long and I've been so anxious I've taken you for granted, but I havnt. You don't understand how much you mean to me."

"I think I do, Logan. I feel the same way."

Don't get me wrong I think old man logan is attractive, but I had to look at it from a bad pov because Logan really was an ass in that. Movie was great and I'm still heavily attracted to all (even the bitchy versions) of him. Can't get over it.

[creatingblackcharacters]

Hi friend Amy question about TV show is My Little Pony. Have pony name Pinkie Pie have curly fluffy hair and see people say "that mean Pinkie meant be Black" but in show ponies say Pinkie hair messy crazy bad hair and that not nice to say about Black lady have afro.

CreatingBlackCharacters think that it can be mean to call Pinkie Pie Black human lady? Amy like to see drawing of Pinkie Pie as Black human lady and not sure if that can be a mean thing to do if Pinkie Pie have hair just messy.

Well! It certainly exposes some biases lmao.

So I don't think there's anything wrong with saying Pinkie Pie is Black. I like the art too. What it does mean, is that those comments that the other ponies- and now, the fans- make about her hair being messy now have some racist connotations to them. Especially if we're supposed to canonically understand that she's coded as Black.

So yeah, if they're saying her hair is messy, and their next thought is "yeah it's an afro", WELL.... Might be time for people to look within as to why that's a connection they're comfortable making.

I also looked up the horse because I don't watch this show and only ever see fan art, and her hair looks fine lol. It's like, a different texture, but it doesn't look any more or less unkempt than the rest of the ponies. What do they even mean lol

[fandomfucker]

Space-Poly!TJD x Fem!Reader

Request: poly relationship between judgment day and reader. The reader is keeping a secret from their partners. The secret is that she is a little. The reason why she is hiding it is because she thinks that they will hate her and leave her like her last partner did. One day when they are all out and she is home by herself she slips into little space and she is in little space for an hour until they get back and Damian goes to check on her and he walks in on her in little space. She's all freaked out. Damian is the only one who knows what little space is. They all explain that it's adorable and that they love her for who she is. Her main caregiver is Damian but they all take care of her when she is in little space. She has a stuffed tiger named Maengho.

A/N-I want to preface this by saying that this is NOT SEXUAL however it is about little space so if you don't want to read it, don't. I would also like to go ahead and apologize for any incorrect information/misrepresentation, I did research on it and tried my best. Please enjoy and sorry for the wait ❤️

Word Count: 2,051

Reader's POV

Alright, Love. We'll be back later, okay?" Rhea informed me as she held my cheeks between her hands. I nodded and smiled up at her as she bent down to kiss my forehead before grabbing the keys to her truck and walking toward the front door.

Finn, Dominik, and Damian, my other three partners, all filed after her. They all gave me a small kiss and a quick goodbye as the four of them left to go film some Judgment Day promos.

Once the door had been shut behind them and I had seen Rhea's truck speed away down the road, I breathed a deep sigh of relief, a small weight being lifted off my shoulders.

Work had been really stressing me out lately but with my partners all unaware of my strategy for coping with stress, I hadn't been able to do anything about it. But now they were out of the house for at least a little while and I was free to do whatever I wanted.

After going and grabbing one of the little bottles of apple juice we kept in the fridge, I happily skipped back to my own room, immediately heading for my walk-in closet.

Shortly after we had all moved into our house together, I had set up a small space for me to be a little in. Basically, somewhere for me to decompress while acting and having the same overall headspace as a child.

The closet wasn't massive but it was just big enough for me to set up what was essentially a giant pillow fort.

The walls were lined with fluffy pillows, half of them the really big tube ones, and the floor was littered with thick fluffy blankets.

I had only a few stuffed animals but they were all my favorite ones. There were about 12 in total, my favorites of favorites were ones from Build a Bear that I'd made with people special to me, my number one being Maengho. He was a tiger I'd gotten all of my partners to build with me a couple of months ago after we first moved into our house.

Fairy lights hung from the ceiling and walls, creating a homey effect that I adored. I also had a small TV mounted on the wall, above a nightstand type of dresser I stored my little clothes in. It was mainly just Disney Princess nightgowns but I also had some My Little Pony pajama sets and a Rainbow Brite sweater for if I was cold enough or just wanted to be extra comfy.

I had some tutus and dress-up jewelry for when I felt like it, but I just enjoyed wearing pajamas more than anything.

Ripping my hair out of the ponytail I'd stuck it in, I plopped down onto a flower-shaped pillow on the floor, beginning to dig through the dresser for a specific Tinkerbell nightgown I knew would be in there.

Not bothering to stand up, I just changed into the dress while sitting on the floor, opening the closet door only for a minute to throw my regular clothes out into my room.

I grabbed the small remote off the dresser, and turned on the TV, turning it to Disney+. My favorite movie of all time since I was a baby was actually The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh so I turned that on as I adjusted the pillows and blankets around me, making myself comfortable.

Sitting criss-crossed apple sauce, and laying a fluffy pink blanket across my lap, I sat Maengho on my lap before setting my little lap tray that had all my coloring stuff stored in the side pockets in front of me.

Opening up the Lisa Franke coloring book, I flipped to a new page, deciding on a picture of two baby penguins in a basket.

For over an hour, I sat in my closet, fully immersed in my little space as I half-paid attention to the movie, coloring in my penguins with vibrant colors.

I was so immersed in fact, that I hadn't heard the garage door open or the calls from my partners soon after.

The door swung open, making me jump and causing me to draw an unwanted line down the center of my paper.

My eyes were wide with fear as I looked up to see all four of my partners looking at me in the doorway, confusion and concern etched on all of their faces.

Damian's POV

Y/n sat on the floor with a stuffed tiger, wearing a Disney princess nightgown, coloring. We all just kind of stopped in our tracks and stared at her in confusion as she looked up at us.

Her eyes were wide and slowly started to become filled with tears. She curled into herself, hugging the tiger, Maengho I remembered, tightly to her chest as she dragged her blanket up to cover her entire body and half of her face.

The tears started falling as she silently cried. I realized what this all was as I gently crouched down to better get on her level.

She began to bring her knees all the way to her chest and curl into herself even further as I reached out a hand to her. I retracted my hand before I scared her to death and took to just speaking to her softly instead.

"Y/n? It's sweetheart, we're not upset."

She lowered the blanket slightly from her face as she looked at me. Her lip quivered as her gaze shifted between me and the other members of the Judgment Day.

"You're not?" She asked timidly.

I shook my head 'no' in answer, glancing back to the other three to see that based on their facial expressions alone, they had no idea what was going on.

Turning back to Y/n, I spoke to her softly and quietly so as to not scare her any further. "Tell you what, us four are gonna go back down to the living room for a few minutes to talk, okay?" I made a circular motion indicating us wrestlers as I spoke.

"Do you want anything in the meantime? Or do you want me to bring you anything from the kitchen?"

She slowly shook her head at that, speaking so quietly I almost didn't hear her. "We don't have anything here."

I gave a nod in understanding a gave her a small smile before standing back up and turning around to push our other partners out of the way as I shut the closet door behind me.

None of them made any move to leave the room until I started making shooing motions with my hands.

Once back downstairs, I had them all sit down on the couch as I stood in front of them to explain what exactly was going on.

Reader's POV

Curious, I waited until I couldn't hear my partners' footsteps anymore before quietly retreating from the safety of my closet.

It was me and Maengho against the world as I held the top of his head to my mouth and tiptoed towards the stairs. I went down as far as I could, keeping to where they wouldn't see me.

I leaned my back against the wall, holding Maengho tightly as we eavesdropped on my partners and their conversation about me.

"Okay, so it seems to me that Y/n is a little. I don't know her specifics but basically, she gets in the headspace of a child to escape reality." I heard Damian explain to them.

There was silence as the others absorbed that information.

"Wait, shouldn't she be a part of this conversation then?" Dominik asked him.

Damian took a second to think about it before responding. "Yeah, we'll have a larger conversation including her, obviously, but I wanted to go ahead and give you guys a basic understanding of what we're getting into. If anyone has a problem with it they can leave."

"That makes sense, but I'm still in." Finn agreed.

"Me too, but I think the first thing we need to do is take her to the store and get her some food and whatever else she wants. We don't want her to feel uncomfortable and like she has to hide this part of her." Rhea vocalized.

"I second that." I heard Dominik speak up, ever the Mami's boy.

"Let's go then!" I heard Damian exclaim as they then all began to make their way back upstairs to my room.

Panicking, I shot up from where I was sitting on the stairs, making a beeline back to my fort.

However, in my haste to make it back before they realized I'd been listening in on their private conversation, I somehow missed the last step entirely.

My toe caught the edge of it, sending me sprawling across the rough carpet of the second-floor hallway. "Fuck!"

Four sets of footsteps pounded up the stairs and the sound of my name being called in a panic was all I heard.

Feeling a warm hand on my shoulder blade I rolled over with a groan, seeing Damian kneeling next to me. "Are you okay, princesa?"

I managed to nod my head with only a slight grimace before I asked the question that burned me the most. "Are you guys really okay with me being a little? Because I know it's a lot and it's fine if you hate me and my last partner left because of it and-" I was cut off just as my eyes began to fill with tears again.

"Of course, we're okay with it. We just don't know that much about it yet and need to learn." Finn told me softly.

Dominik nodded along, "Yeah, we all love you no matter what. But, first things first, we need to take you shopping."

"I don't have any clothes I like to go out in," I spoke, my voice muffled slightly due to my face being pressed against Maengho. I was a bit taken aback and overwhelmed by the amount of utter love and acceptance they were just immediately showing me.

"That's okay, Love. Do you wanna borrow some of mine?" Rhea asked me. She was crouched in front of me, with one of her hands rubbing my knee soothingly. I perked up at this, my head shooting up to meet her gaze and nodding enthusiastically. She laughed slightly as she stood up and then held out her hand to pull me up as well.

I loved wearing Rhea's clothes any chance I got because not only did they just look cool but they actually fit for the most part, unlike the boys' clothes. And they smelled like her.

Borrowing just a pair of her sweats, I paired it with an old Muppets t-shirt that I had.

After I had finished changing, Damian gave me a piggy-back ride downstairs, having me take a seat on the second to last step of stairs as he put my shoes on for me.

I giggled and kissed Maengho goodbye, not wanting him to get covered in Walmart germs before grabbing Damian's hand and skipping out to Rhea's truck.

I sat in my usual seat, the middle in the second row with Damian and Finn on either side as Rhea drove and Dom rode shotgun.

Once we got there, Dominik, ever the gentleman, helped me up into the cart so I could sit in it as they pushed me around, following my points and vague gestures toward the things that I wanted.

They got me cookies and cream ice cream, paired with gummy bears of course, along with dinosaur chicken nuggets that I had to promise to share with Dom. Rhea had even snuck off at one point to surprise me with bubbles for the bath.

We picked up some other snacks and stuff for me to have when in little space before making our way back home.

Upon returning home, I changed back into my princess nightgown before giving my partners puppy dog eyes for ice cream, to which they eagerly obliged, just wanting to make me happy.

So, happily, I ate my ice cream, doing wiggly happy dances in my seat as my feet swung back and forth beneath me.

When we had been looking at new furniture for the house, my partners had thought it hilarious to get dining room chairs just tall enough that my feet couldn't reach the floor.

My partners watched on from their own seats at the table, each of them with a smile on their face. They were all so different from my last partner it was insane.

There were still conversations to be had but for now, everything was perfect.

[youdigokay]

Dating Sodapop Headcanons (Fluffy Edition 🥰)

You never have to worry about your car ever again when dating Soda. He’s ready to pump your gas for you before the car’s off, always checking your car’s oil levels, and making sure the tires have good air pressure.

He will invite you over when Darry’s working late and Pony’s out, and it can just be the two of you. He’ll make you your favorite meal and end the night with cuddles on the couch.

Soda looooves to cuddle. He’s very touchy with you, and will have his arm around your waist, or a hand on your shoulder, or holding hands with you.

He will happily sit through a movie or a TV show with you because it means he gets to cuddle and be close to you.

If you’re even a little bit cold, Soda’s jacket or flannel is off and around your shoulders.

He’s a very good kisser. His knows how to use his hands when you kiss. They’re in your hair, cupping your face, or rubbing your back.

Soda’s hands are always intertwined in yours. He loves to take walks with you after work and hold your hand.

Soda’s massages are the best. He’ll rub your shoulders, back, hands, whatever you like, and it makes you so sleepy. You always end up falling asleep with your head in his lap after.

When he has the truck, he’s outside when you get off of work to drive you home, so you don’t have to walk by yourself.

[yonemurishiroku]

Ok but like.

Imagine you’re a demigod going on a quest to the Underworld. You’re absolutely terrified because the Underworld??? The literal Hell??? Hades?? Hello??? but still you have to go anyway. You enter the Underworld, trying your best to keep calm while looking for the palace. It’s dark. Everything’s gloomy and scary. Screamings are everywhere. The Styx is boiling wtf i’m not doing this—-

And then you meet a boy.

Nico di Angelo. Son of Hades. The only somewhat mortal resident of the Underworld.

Who appears to be living quite comfortable in this hell of a place???

He meets you up near the Styx, riding on the Cerberus as if it was his childhood little pony. He wears comfortable and clean-looking sweaters and sweatpants that make you think ‘a god or not a god?’

When you have finished stuttering thru your quest to him, he brings you to the palace with a simple “Come, I’ll ask my dad for you.” The castle is terrifying and he’s trudging through the hallways in fluffy slippers. The skeletons seem to bow slightly as he passes.

Nico leads you to a large door and pokes his head in before turning back with a frown. “Dad’s gone at the moment,” he says, and then moves on again, “You can wait in my room.” He has a room??? Screw it. A chamber. Whatever that is. Clean bed and carpeted floor. There’re a TV and a PS5 wtf you don’t even get to touch electronics! And snacks??? What’s next, a tea party?? He just looks at you and nods that yes, he does have tea party with his stepmother in the weekend.

Holy Hades.

Isn’t the Underworld supposed to be scary? Nico sure doesn’t act like it is??

Maybe di Angelo’s the son of Hades, but still, not in the million years could you have expected this.

[katierosedreams2]

Im not a sissy…5

The school year has just flown by! It felt like just yesterday when I was dressed in my latex maid outfit, covered in cum, getting locked into my new ultra-micro chastity cage. I can hardly remember the crazy year we have had. So many parties! So many cocks! I can’t even clearly remember them all. And I’ve almost completely forgotten what it was like to not be a sissy slut. It feels more like it was a movie I had watched once rather than my own previous life.

If I really think back to when I was a child, I feel more like I was a girl dressed like a boy, rather than an actual boy. It’s weird how that works. Today I woke up excited, It was the end of the school year and Kailey and we had both finished our finals! Even though we partied and snuck into so many bars, we also studied a lot. That was one of the conditions of her parents for us to live in their apartment. We must get good grades. I always felt busy. Between getting ready for each day, studying, partying and cleaning the house, I had almost no free time anymore. 

Today I got up and walked to the bathroom to pee. I slept naked last night. The weather had been perfect to keep the windows open, but not too hot to need to run the AC. I saw my reflection in the mirror as I entered and saw my thin girly body with this small metal thing. Looking down, it was perfectly flat from my view. I looked so feminine. I also looked so skinny! Kailey has had me on a very very strict diet recently. I swear it’s been mostly water, booze, and cum! What has my life become? 

I started the shower and got in to shave and wash my long blond hair. It takes so long to shower, so so many products to make me pretty. But I guess it’s worth it. I do feel pretty! I got out and dyed off with our big, soft, fluffy towels. I then spent a long time drying my hair and then doing my makeup.  I knew I was going to put my hair up in a pony tail and I wanted a more natural look for my makeup. Lots of mascara and natural colored eye shadow, and not too dramatic either. I put my hair in a high ponytail and went to pick out my outfit. It’s going to be an exciting day, a nice day for a party to kick off summer. 

I picked out this super cute black vinyl bikini set and a matching skirt as a cover up and paired it with a pair of Pleaser 6 inch strap heels, also black in color, of course. I laid them out carefully on my perfectly made bed. I then put on one of my maid's uniforms. A short sleeveless dress maid of satin. I slipped into some black pumps and left my room to go start Kaileys coffee as I do every morning. 

She was already up and sitting on the couch watching tv and shopping on her phone. Her make-up and hair were already done to perfection but she was still in her pjs. Pink satin short shorts and a small white tank top. “Good morning girl! How are you doing today!” I called to her from the kitchen as I made us both a cup of coffee. “Hey sissy girl! Wow, you look so cute! Are you excited for today?” She replied as she turned to see me. 

“I’m very excited! Although I have no idea who you have invited!” I spoke as I worked, knowing my time to finish my chores and get ready was very short. “Oh don’t worry, I think you’ll really enjoy our guest!” As Kailey spoke I could hear her smile in her voice.��

I’ve come to learn exactly what she meant. This was going to be a sex party. And with all of this studying we have been doing the last few weeks, I haven’t even had time to even think about sucking a real cock, let alone have one actually rammed down my throat. I could feel the thought making my little clitty leak in its cage. I can’t believe I’m actually excited about this. Excited to suck and gage on a superior dick! To get fucked by men with big thick massive cocks! And get filled and covered in cum! I can’t believe I’ve just become so incredibly horny and desperate that being used to please a real man gives me enough pleasure alone to make me cum!

I’ve only came twice since Kailey locked me in my new chastity. Although the last time nothing really came out at all. I just leaked some clear fluid. I think between the tightness of my chastity cutting off almost all cerculation to my tiny testicals and the hormones I’ve been taking have ruined me for good. I truly just get wet now, and I cum just like the sissy girl I have been forced to become. 

I swayed my hips seductively as my heels clicked against the floor to hand Kailey her coffee. I don't really walk any other way these days. The thought of sucking cock still on my mind. “Thanks Rose! You’re a wonderful sissy girl! Oh and when you make my bed, can you please change the sheets first. I finally had time to use my favorite dildo last night and I can’t believe it but I ended up squirting all over my bed! I pasted out shortly afterward from the incredible orgasm, so I wasn’t able to do it myself!” 

“Lucky you! I still haven’t cum since that club we went to downtown and those four guys took us into that back room.” I said without thinking much about it as I walked away. We both know she’s cum almost every single day I’ve been in chastity. “Oh well I’m sorry to hear that sweetie. You just need more dick I guess!” I could tell she wasn’t actually sorry for me. I know she loves my horny misery. It really seems to turn her on when I’m desperate and denied. 

I’ve gotten so used to this, and have found myself truly giving in, all of my will power crushed, excepting my life as it is. I couldn’t help but agree with her. “I know right!” I spoke almost absent-minded as I walked off to her room to change her sheets. I stripped the dirty sheets off of her bed and I thought back as to how I got here. With Trent forcing me to become a sissy and now Kailey keeping me this way. I can’t even remember what it was like to wear boy's clothes or even leave the house without makeup. The thought frightened me. Leave the house without makeup! Oh god, I don’t think I could ever do that! 

These girly thoughts didn’t scare me. I actually felt comforted by them. As I worked, my mind wondered, and by the time I finished changing the sheets and had the old ones in the wash, my mind was on boys. How many guys were coming over today? How big would their cocks be? How much would they cum? My mind was fixated on them. I’ve come to learn that pleasing a real man's dick is the only way I can get any pleaser myself. 

“You’re thinking about sucking cock aren’t you?!” Kailey shouted from behind. I didn’t know she was there and I literally jumped from surprise! Also, how did she know?? “What?! No.” I hardly got out, not even convincing myself. 

“Ha! You are! I knew it!” Kailey was overjoyed with this fact. “How did you know?” I didn’t even try to fight it. It didn’t even seem worth it. “You start moving extra seductively and you have this cute little smile and this sparkle in your eyes.” She said with this big pretty smile on her face. “It’s super cute! I love seeing just how much you have grown!” 

I could only blush. I felt complimented and proud by what she was saying. I knew I should fight this, but too much of me wanted this. And my wet panties were just another sign of this fact. 

I worked quickly on my chores with the time the party was to start rapidly approaching. We were going to have the party on our very large patio. I worked my butt off making sure everything was perfect, clean, and that there were plenty of snacks and drinks. I was changing out of my maid uniform and into my outfit for the party as I heard a knock at the door, shortly followed by the clicking of Kailys heels to answer it. I could hear her greet the guests and welcome them in. The deep voices of a large group of men filled the halls and I couldn’t help but feel aroused. I have been so horny and I truly have been opening up to accept myself as the slut I have become.

I checked my outfit and hair in the mirror, quickly applied more lipgloss and then rushed out of my room to see our guests! As I turned the corner, I saw 5 guys all standing around Kailey. The shortest of them probably being 6 feet, but most well above that. Even in her heels Kailey was dwarfed by the strong, tall, masculine men. 

There was just enough time for the men to notice me when another knock on the door came. Since I was closest, I’d answer the door. “Hey guys! Thanks for coming! I’ll be right back, I’ll just go get the door!” I said, not even trying to hide my excitement and arousal. I walked as seductively as I could, hoping I was sexy enough to keep all of them staring at my very perky ass. 

I opened the door to a very large group of very tall strong men mixed in with them were some of our girl friends dressed just as sexy and slutty as Kailey and I. “Hey every one! Come in, let’s party!” A wave of cheers was yelled back as a response from the group. The mixture of the men's deep voices talking and the clicking of the girls high heels filled our house instantly. Most men weren’t wearing much, short board shorts an a tank top at most. I could tell none of them were wearing underwear and I couldn’t help but stare at every guy and just be amazed and aroused by how big each one’s dick was! They were completely massive! 

Kailey and I somehow got the large group of people to head outside on to our patio. The weather was warm, but not hot. Our very large hot tube was on a cool setting, so it would be refreshing. The music was good, and the booze was flowing. Before long, all of us girls were grinding and dancing with several guys each. 

I was grinding my ass against a guy's huge cock. He grabbed my hips, forcing me against him, guiding my movements as my vinyl skirt slipped smoothly over his shorts, making his dick throb with every movement. The guy in front of me held my head as he stuck his tongue down my throat, keeping me from escaping his kisses. My hands couldn’t push them away either, as they were both busy rubbing the cocks over top the shorts of the men on either sides of me. I was trapped by these real men, already being used as their plaything, and my little clitty trapped in its cage leaked more than it had in some time. If erections were even possible for me, which they aren’t, I’d be as hard as a rock. 

I was in heaven. I lost track of everything else going on around me other than these four horny men making me feel so small and girly. I haven’t done a single thing to a girl that anyone of these real men are doing to me. I never will. I am a failure as a man. I am a weak sissy girl. A slutty sissy faggot, and the thought couldn’t have turned me on more. I let out a loud moan as I made out with the giant of a man. And as my ass rubbed against the cock desperately trying to turn it on so much that he finally disregards my consent and fuck me so hard. I can’t stand it, my hands frantically finding the waistbands of the shorts of both the guys on my sides. My pretty manicured finger tips gently and seductively pulling down their shorts and wrapping around their huge dicks. They gently rubbed up and down the large hard shafts. The guy behind me saw this and finally got the message. 

“Get this horny little slut over there!” I heard him yell out to the other men. He then grabbed me by my hips and picked me up. The two on my side both grabbed my hands and the guy I was kissing grabbed the hair on the back of my head. They carried me like a little sex doll over to one of the small tables we had. They pinned me down on my stomach. My high heels hardly on the ground, leaving my ass sticking out in the air. As they pinned me down, the guy in front of me threw his shorts down and just as my head hung off the other side of the small table, his massive cock approached my mouth. I eagerly opened my mouth to accept one of the most perfect dicks I'd ever seen. Excited I was going to be used for his pleaser and the pleaser of all the other men. I immediately gagged by it’s huge size as he wasted no time shoving it all the way down my whole throat in one forceful motion. He wasn’t going to wait for me to warm up and I felt his balls slap against my chin from the force and depth of his first thrust. Setting the tone as to how this was going to go.

The two men on my side also wasted no time in redirecting my hands to both of their cocks, forcing me to jerk both of them off. The man behind me also didn’t wait for any consent and pulled up my skirt, pulling my biking bottoms to the side and stuck his raw cock in my tight little asshole as he pinned me down by the small of my back. I had snuck some lube up there right before the party. I had learned from way too many past experiences to come prepared to make men cum. He was so thick though, it felt like I might split in half. And I did my best to try and relax and ignore the pain, but that happening at the same time as the guy shoving his cock down my throat, it was hard to do. He didn’t care though and followed the exact same aggressive approach as the guy in front of me. Forcing it deep inside of me.

All I could do was moan and gag from the pain. I could hardly stand it! I was totally helpless, I was too weak, girly, and pathetic to stop these real men from using me like a slutty sex doll. As much as it hurt, the reality of the gang rape I was being forced to be subjected to was such a turn on. I was leaking so much in my tiny micro chastity, desperate to be used by these men and hoping I could cum as a result of being their cock slave. Maybe their cum can fill my tight little ass as it overfills my mouth and rains all over me. Maybe then I could finally cum.

I was struggling to breathe from the huge thick cock fucking my face, filling up half of my whole throat. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I desperately gasped for air when I could. He didn’t care, he wanted to skull fuck me and he was going to. It was hard to focus on the two huge cocks I was jerk off, but every time I slowed down they had no problem grabbing my small little wrist and forcing me to move at the pace they wanted. Struggling to breathe helped keep my mind off the pain from the intense ass fucking I was getting. They didn’t want to be gentle and were putting me through the roughest fucking I have ever had.

I still tried my hardest to please and worship their big strong long thick dicks. This is all about their pleaser and I wanted them to feel so good. I wanted to make these real superior men cum, cum all over me and fill me up. I’m there cum slut and I’m desperate for it! 

Eventually, I was able to relax enough to get into their rhythm. I felt the guy behind me pounding my g spot over and over again, working me closer to an orgasm. But the taste and feel of the big cock fucking my mouth was what was getting me closest. I don’t know why, but since I’ve been locked in chastity, most of the orgasms I’ve had are just from sucking dick. I’ve even had one just from practicing my blowjobs on my dildo. 

Then I felt it, the cock in my right hand twitch and throb, the man grunted “don’t you dare stop slut!” As I felt him cum, it squirting over my arm, and then on to my back. As he moaned a masculine moan, the man on my left also started to cum and moan. I focused all I could on keeping my rhythm the same for both of them as my small pretty feminine hands stroked the cum out of these cocks. Jerking them off, rubbing up and down, something my micro cock hasn’t experienced in years and never will again. 

The guy behind me then picked up his pace, his breathing got heavier and his massive penis thrusting as deep as it could go. His balls slapping me with such force it stung.  Then he throbbed so intensely and I felt his cum fill my ass. He kept thrusting over and over and I felt his cum starting to run down my legs. 

As he continued to pound my ass, the perfect dick that had been distorting my throat finally started to throb. He finally pulled it all the way out of my throat but just enough to keep his head in my mouth and shot more cum into my mouth than I had ever experienced. I tried to swallow it but I couldn't swallow fast enough. It shot out of my nose and the sides of my mouth. Dribbling down my chin. He slowly pumped the head of his cock back and forth in my mouth, messaging his tip with my tongue.  

The guy behind me finally pulled out and shot more cum on my ass. The large flood of cum he pumped into me spilled down my legs from my gaping hole. I was so close to cumming, so desperate, but I wasn’t able to. In my hopeless desperation I wiggled my ass, begging to be fucked more. 

Finally, as the last cock left my body, freeing my mouth, I gasped for air. I have no idea how long that happened for, or what anyone else was doing during that whole time. I looked up at the tall sexy man whose incredible dick I was sucking. “Thank you so much daddy!” I said without even thinking. He looked down at my cum covered face and said “Thats right you little sissy slut, your lucky to worship my dick. Beg daddy to suck his cock more.” I blushed and smiled “May I please suck your cock more daddy?” Fluttering my long lashes.

“You have to earn it bitch. You have to go on a date with me.” His large authoritative voice 

so manly compared to mine. “What if I don’t want to?” I playfully flirted back, but secretly upset that he would immediately deny me. 

“That wasn’t a question, slut! It was a command sissy girl.” He said in his strong voice as he grabbed my cum coved hand and wrapped it around his still hard cock and forced me to gently stroke it. 

“What do you say faggot?” He’s demanding questioning tone frightened and aroused me. I jerked him off and said, “Please daddy, I want to worship your cock. May I please go out with you?!” I tried to sound as girly and sexy as I possibly could. 

“Tell me how desperate you are for it. Tell me what a slut you are and how desperate you are.” He looked so strong, tall, and sexy and his commands combined with rubbing his cock, the taste and smell of his cum still in my mouth turned me on more and more. I felt an orgasm building up.

"Please daddy! Please, I’m a pathetic little sissy slut. I’m desperate to worship your cock and get your cum! Please let me please your dick! I'll be your perfect little cock slave! I want your dick!..” I was so desperate I was almost crying now. As I rubbed his dick, and verbally degraded myself, it finally happened, I came. It was so obvious because I stopped mid sentence, all I could do was moan and buck my ass like I was getting fucked while it happened. Still jerking off his cock as though each strok was making me cum more. 

As soon as I finished, he grabbed me by my hair, forcing my face to look at him through my blurred vision. He said, “Now you may go on a date with me to worship my cock sissy. Now lick that cum off of you!” He then let go of my hair and walked away. I was left there all alone, covered in cum, and in a cloud of uforia. My heart and mind raced. I haven’t been on a date since I was with Trent! Oh my god, do I like this guy?! I didn’t want to think about that now.

Finally, after I regained my strength, I got up and started to do as I was told. I started licking my whole body clean of cum. This is when I noticed that everyone else also fucked each other and were all just about finished as well. Kailey snapped a photo of me as I licked my fingers clean. 

She then walked over to me, she too was covered in cum. “Hey slut! I heard you had fun, so much fun that you’re going on a date with Mason!” I just blushed “He told me you begged to worship his dick so badly it finally made you came just from that!! How pathetic! You really are a cock slave sissy girl!” She laughed in her cute little laugh. “Here post this super cute pic of you licking his cum! You look so sexy but there’s defiantly something missing, right about here.” She then grabbed my bikini top. “We need to get this little girl some boobs!”

-Katierosedreams Og Cap

[crowwithguns]

It’s the flavor you want. (Chapter 1)

Fandom: Dream smp

Characters: Wilbur soot- Philza

Wrote this in like one night and it isn’t beta read or anything. Might not update either, depends. Also posted on my Quotev account. Characters, not content creators!

The bar was empty except for Wilbur and the bartender Wilbur is drinking a glass of some cheep liquor, the name lost to him. He isn’t quite put together, his previously fluffy curls greasy and matted He wears a heavy trench coat, the smell of a cigarette still clings to it no matter how many times he washes it.

The bartender is in his mid thirties. His name tag reads the name ‘Phil’.

He clearly cares about keeping himself together, putting up a good outward appearance. His blond slicked back and tied in a low pony tail. He wears a green bucket hat that Wilbur is sure is against the dress code, but Wilbur isn’t a snitch.

The air was warm inside the bar, a stark contrast to the cold mid winter evening air outside, snow having not yet fallen, but the air cold and biting all the same.

A soft tune plays in the bar, some old love song from the eighties.

Wilbur watches the TV, currently playing a famous band getting interviewed. He feels almost melancholy as he swirls his drink, the ice clicking lightly on the inside of the glass grounding him in the moment. He hadn’t drank much, other then a few sips when it was first given to him. It wasn’t his point in coming here to get drunk at all. Just some friendly conversation, if he could force something out “You know, I don’t think they deserve the fame they have.” 

Phil just hummed, used to the ramblings of drunk people or confessions of patrons, he holds his attention on drying a glass, the rehearsed process easy for his weathered hands.

Lucky for Phil he doesn’t seem to be looking for an answer, the man continues with a huff. “I mean have you seen them? they seem like assholes.”

Phil looks over at him, one eyebrow raised. “I don’t think either of us have any right to judge people we’ve never met, mate.” Phil’s voice is caring even though he’s never met Wilbur. Wilbur remembers a foster father he had who was like that, right up until the end when he sent Wilbur back to the group home. “but it seems you should live your own life and stop looking at the TV like it just shit on your car.” He the glass back down, and sitting at his stool and waiting till something needs to be done.

Wilbur sighs, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, you try to live your life when everyone knows how much of a failure you are. Just a ‘Little failed attempt at a pop star’” He seems to put on a voice for that last bit, a little whiney as though he were mocking someone. 

“Seems like ya just met the wrong people” Phil smiles.

Wilbur shakes his head and turns away. Phil would never get it. Would never understand how different they are.

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After a while, the moon has reached its peak and then left its peak, the clock has reached 3:00 am and the bar has reached closing.

Phil walks over to Wilbur, who moved to a booth in the back of the bar “mate, it’s time for closing. You have to go.” 

Wilbur gets up, a small frown on his face. He leave the cup behind, and when the bartender starts to clean the table he finds a 6$ dollars in one’s folded and set In the dried cup.

The bartenders eyes linger on it longer then they should, most people don’t bother to leave anything for him.

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A few nights later Phil makes his way down the street. He had gone to the grocery store since it was payday, he isn’t rich but he certainly isn’t poor either, he likes to say he’s comfortable where he is. A soft black jacket on to avoid the chill.

As he walks, he starts to hear music, as he gets closer he notices it’s a street performer playing music on a guitar for a small group of 5 or so people.

He stops to watch and listen for a while, and notices it’s the man from a few nights ago, playing the guitar. He’s rather good, not like what Phil would usually listen to, but it is nice.

After a while the group dissipates and Phil puts 6 dollars in his tip jar, makin g eye contact with the man. “You aren’t half bad.” The man looks embarrassed, looking away as Phil leaves.

Later that night two separate people would tell a close person they live with of the other, one to his black haired wife, and the other his blond haired brother.

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After that day, Wilbur, kept coming back to the bar at night. He would claim it’s so the ‘old man’ wouldn’t fall and break his back.

Phil and Wilbur usually sit in silence, occasionally talking to each other, mostly mundane topics. And every night when Wilbur left he would leave a tip of 6 dollars in the same way he did that first night. 

One night in particular when Wilbur arrived he looked surprisingly happy, not the usual self loathing that surrounds him on most days. 

                                  ~{•^•}~

Opening the door and quickly stepping in to avoid letting the cold in, the winter air was truly dreadful. Wilbur’s sneakers meet the hardwood floors of the Lovely Crow,

taking the steps he took many times before. He had just gotten the opportunity of a life time, the opportunity to be contracted by a record label, his name written in lights.

He could finally get his big break, finally be somebody. He makes his way to his usual seat, in front of the bar, sitting down with a big stupid smile on his face. He just knows this will work, this will be it for him.

The bartender looks curiously at him, and he doesn’t even wait to be asked before speaking “Guess who’s gonna be famous? Me! A record label finally saw my talent” He grins. But the bartender doesn’t say anything, not seeming as happy as Wilbur is.

He chocks it up to Phil being more weary than him (but that doesn’t make sense?). “My interview is in three days! Three! Although I won’t be coming in for a drink till after. Don’t wanna seem like a drunk” he continues rambling about it for a bit, eventually like every other night, it devolves back into a comfortable silence with sparse conversations until the bar closes.

                                  ~{•^•}~                     

[thegoldfishkid13]

Snow date

Sodapop cutis x reader

Warning: swearing

Type:Fluff

Masterlist

Walking up the stairs of the Curtis household you could see the boys moving around inside. There wasn't a need to knock on the door since you practically live there. The door opened as you reached for the handle and a hand dragged you inside.

"Y/N is freezing out there what are you doing?" Sodapop your boyfriend asked you.. He looked at you like you had three heads since you were wearing jeans with a long sleeve shirt and one of his thin flannels.

" Soda it's not that bad, it's hardly snowing. Anyways where is everyone?" You had asked.

Normally the house was buzzing with other members of the gang, but there were only the four of you in the house. Darry was cooking breakfast, ponyboy was finishing up some last minute home work and you and soda standing in the living room.

"well I am guessing you haven't seen the news, it's supposed to be on hella of a snow storm starting in about an hour" Darry looked at you like you were insane as well. He moved to put food on the table. Pony finally looked at you with a smile. Then turned back to his homework he was doing. Soda scurried down the hall. You set the bag down that had your clothes in it. Since you normally get ready here before work. It was a mad house at your house.

"Y/n you mind helping me with my math homework. I don't quite understand this shit." Pony asked, you walked over to see he was doing some weird form of slope.

"I don't know pony, I don't understand this shit either. Maybe try a two-step problem?" Just then two large hands grab you by the waist and drag you backward.

"Soda! Put me down." Soda does not put you down but continues to drag you to the bathroom. He throws your bag at you and yells something about needing to leave soon. Changing into the clothes you need to work at the Dx. When you open the door soda was leaning on he falls back on you. You can hear Darry trying to help Ponyboy with slope and failing.

"Soda, Y/n I don't think it's a good idea to go into work today. But I gotta get going. I want you both to stay home with Ponyboy." He said heading out the door. You and soda looked at each other and started running down the hallway going to get changed. Soda ended up giving you a hoodie and some fluffy PJs. You all spent the day playing poker and watching whatever the hell was on the TV.

"Babyyyyyyy!!! Since ponys asleep you wanna go play out in the snow!?" He asked so sweetly it was hard to say now. Since the snow died down it was a good time. You both went to get into some winter gear and ran outside. He picked you up and spun you around looking out at your smiling face. You all end up dancing and throwing snowballs and making snowman until the snow picked up. Heading inside pony was boiling water and looking irritated.

"Y'all asshole you went out without me." He spoke but then chucked knowing it was a mini date for the two of you. Putting the water and powder in the cups mixing and handing the cups to the both of you. Heading off to his room to give you alone time. Something he thought you deserved.

[sillyboystimms]

Snow Cone and Chocolate

(Snow Cone)

Rainbow/Thunder: I've looked up to a lot of folks, although some of them not really so much anymore. My ex-friend Gilda, for one. I thought she was great, until she mistreated my other friends. She's alright now, though. My parents, always there to support me. The wonderbolts are kinda tricky, since I became one of them so long ago. Can you look up to a group you join? I dunno maybe

Pinkie/Taffy: I would say Mr. And Mrs. Cake have taught me a lot, not just practically but also just about life!! They've always been so kind and generous and I try to be like them, all warm and soft to everyone like cookies from the oven!!

(Chocolate)

Thunder + Taffy: We aren't ponies, for one, but cute fluffy cats!! Although some of us still have horns or wings. Yeah, and we have better technology too, like video games and tv and stuff. Also Taffy and I use different pronouns, I use any, although I prefer he/him. Same with me!! I like any pronouns!!! Gender? I hardly know her!!!

♡☆ask game☆♡

[deathproofpony]

Apartment

apartment

>be a guy walking home from work >hear laughing coming from somewhere above you >see some kids on the balcony of their apartment building… look to be about 6 floors up >they throw a box over the side, it lands in the parking lot, maybe 10 feet from the sidewalk. >you hear screaming and crying. oh christ… they tossed some kittens or something over the side >you’d love to smack the shit out of the little bastards… but you want to check the animals >call the cops, report the apartment. they’ll work it out. >maybe the little shits will spend a night in juvie. that’ll straighten them out >carefully open the box… it’s not much bigger than a shoebox and the cardboard is just as thin >see a fluffy dam and three foals inside >two of the foals damn near exploded on impact. >the dam likely broke her back and some ribs… she’s barely alive >the last foal must have been on its mother when they got tossed. the mother’s body absorbed the damage >the mother is gagging for breath, blood pouring from her mouth and nose >cut her throat with your pocket knife. best to put her out of her misery >the foal must be only a couple of days old. it’s still chirping for its mother >”chirp chirp mama chirp chirp mama!” >you have to admit you’re a little amazed with their genetic disposition for speech >cops show up a few minutes later. take pictures of the box and the fluffies, proceed upstairs for an ass kicking >cops tell you to trash the box. >you decide to keep the last foal. >never had a fluffy pony. you look up instructions online >once you get past the fake ones that call for anal rape, feeding them firecrackers or using power tools you finally find a legit site. >a fluffy’s age is most easily measured by its height. they typically stand 1” at the shoulder per week of age up to about 12 weeks >this one is just under 2” tall. as you suspected, it’s only a few days old >recommended that you bottle feed it regular milk with a teaspoon or two of sugar mixed in >keep this up three times a day until baby is about three weeks old >then transition to soft fluffy food, sometimes mixed in milk >wrap a blanket around a hot water bottle (direct contact could burn baby) >place it in a box. the bottle will simulate the mare’s body warmth >try to poop baby an hour after eating >sounds like a lot of work but you want to give her a fair chance >do as instructed. >during the day, you take her to your work. >boss isn’t crazy about having an animal in the kitchen but she sleeps most of the time >a couple of times during your shift you take the box down. >the fluffy is cooing, holding onto the hot water bottle like its mother >carefully feed fluffy with a baby bottle, them stimulate genitals to pee and poop. >wipe clean and put her back to sleep >in the evening you hold the fluffy to your heart and feed her with a bottle >after food and cleanup, you continue to hold her there while watching TV. she snores a little. >you’ve had her for a few days now. she’s growing. she seems healthy. >dozing on the couch one evening. wake up to hear her crying. >”mama! mama! mama! wahhhhhhhhh!” >she’s having a nightmare, her eyes scrunched shut and her legs scrambling. >carefully pick her up and hold her to your cheek >”shhhh shhhh” >try cooing to her. she finally stops sleep running and crying. >she looks at you with big, tear-soaked eyes >”mama… mama…” >you hug the little fluffy. she still cries silently, the last images of her mother in her mind >plop her back in her box. turn to go back to the couch… >”mama! mama! mama!” >she’s jumping up on the side of the box, still frightened, reaching for you. >pick her up and hold her close again. after a few minutes she finally falls asleep. >this goes on for a couple of weeks. the nightmares come every couple of days at first but grow less frequent >it’s been just over a month. she’s the size of an adult guinea pig now >you try to teach her words but the only one she says is “mama”. >maybe she’s afraid she’ll forget her mother if she learns new words. >she can be weaned now. she cries a bit when you give her fluffy chow but eats anyway >you try to give her a little milk in a bowl a couple times a week >now she’ll lay next to you on the couch, usually on her back. you tickle her tummy and she giggles >sometimes she crawls up to your neck and nuzzles against your cheeks with hers. >weird that she only knows one word after all this time. >internet says foals that experience mental trauma sometimes have speech difficulties later. >another week goes by. everything seems fine until one night around 2am… >”MAMA! MAMA! MAMAAAAAA!” >jesus christ. hop out of bed like your ass is on fire. hope a mouse or something didn’t get in her box >another nightmare. her little legs are moving a mile a minute. she’s crying. >”uhhhhh! uhhhhhhh! mama! mama!” >hold her. it’s all you can do. stroke her head. tell her it’ll be okay. >she finally wakes up, looking up at your face. she nuzzles against your chest, sniffling. >she says something you can’t quite make out >”What, honey?” >you cradle her with one arm, rubbing her belly with your other hand >”dddd… daddy!” >your heart melts. she smile at your baby and lightly rub under her chin with a finger. >she coos, saying it over and over again. >”daddy… daddy… daddy… wuh… wuh… WUV daddy!” >you hold your little girl close to you and kiss her forehead. >you love your little pony.

[onemuseleft]

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc. 🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride? 🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write? 💖 What made you start writing?

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

Does bullshit shenanigans count? No? I think asking me about themes is giving me way too much credit, tbh, most of my fics are short little fluffy things. If I had to choose I'd say maybe trust, and maybe grief. I don't know if there's any particular imagery that I tend toward?

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

God, probably Newsprint just because it ended up a lot longer than I meant it to be originally. And Breaking Point, which started as a shared Google Doc with @musicalluna during the pandemic and turned into a very different fic than how it started.

(from a reader's perspective maybe Cabin in the Woods because it literally involves a chase scene with crazy monsters. Or All the Stars Go Dark which started off as a short little fic about Shiro at the end of the world and then ended up also having a chase scene and murder and shit)

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

Yes. Whever there is something else that urgently needs to be done such as my actual job, or sleeping :)

💖 What made you start writing?

Damned if I know. I used to write stories about Rainbow Brite and the My Little Ponies when I was a little kid. I wrote my first deathfic when I was nine and read it out loud to my mother, who was somewhat concerned (It was TMNT. I killed Donnie and Mike, but in the end it turned out the Shredder just faked their deaths. I spent a lot of time describing pizza toppings). I posted my first fic when I was a teenager and had access to the internet - finding out that other people also wrote fun stories about my favorite characters was life altering and I'm not exagerating.

I just always wanted more stories. TV only gives you so much and only goes so far. Sometimes you just have to write the rest of the adventure yourself.

[ilymtl]

"Boy" and "Girl" Little

So I'm technically agender, I call myself queer because its just easier but I don't mind what pronouns are used. However, I've noticed that a when I'm little there seems to be an overlap sure but more defined "boy mode" and "girl mode" for whatever reason so I thought I'd write down lists for both

"Boy" little:

Green and blue, orange or earth tone kinda colours

Foresty

Usually slightly older seeming than "Girl" little but still likes paci's and things like that

Little gear: stuffies, rompers, paci, sippy cup

Animals: Bears, Octopus, Puppies, Highland Cows

Video games: Kingdom Hearts, Spyro, Legend of Zelda, Destiny, Final Fantasy, World of Warcraft, Pokemon

TV Shows/Films: Anime, Adventure Time, Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends, How to Train your Dragon, Avatar the last Airbender, Scooby Doo, Peter Rabbit, Winnie the Pooh, Studio Ghibli, Bluey, Care Bears, Moomins

Disney: Winnie the Pooh, Robin Hood, Peter Pan, Monsters Inc, Lilo & Stitch, Treasure Planet, Cars, The Nightmare before Christmas, Raya, The Lion King (2), Brother Bear, Ratatouille, WALL-E, Marvel, Star Wars,

Activities: Playing video games, colouring/drawing, journaling, building forts, reading or being read to, cinema, days out

Clothes: Dungarees (also short dungarees), dinosaur t-shirts/rompers etc. Space t-shirts/rompers etc. Teddy bear t-shirts/rompers etc. Oversized hoodies and jumpers

Likes: Dinosaurs, space, fantasy, dragons, superheroes, star machines, lofi, spooky stuff, aquatic animals, mythology, cute nicknames, pens and stationary

Food and treats: sammiches, soup, apple juice, fruits like grapes, apple, mango, watermelon, dairy free babybel, chicken nuggets. squares, discos

Dislikes: clowns, nightmares, the dark, feeling dumb or embarassed, crowded places, public transport

Things I wanna try: going to a museum or something with space/dinosaurs, journaling as little, teaching stuffies something

Trauma response: Anxious, just goes along with things, disengaged, biting and chewing lip or playing with fingers, embarrassed when attention brought to things

"Girl" little:

Pastel colours, specifically pink, yellow

Anything cutesy and sweet

Little gear: diaper, paci, bottle, maybe teether to stop biting my lip at some point, maybe mittens to mimic little hands too, stuffies, little space, rompers, couple of little outfits

Animals: Bears, Kitties, Octopus, Bunnies, Bees,

Video games: Disney Dreamlight Valley, Ooblets, Animal Crossing, Pokemon,

TV Shows/Films: Anime like Sailor Moon, Cardcaptor Sakura, Glitterforce etc. My Little Pony, Adventure Time, PowerPuff Girls, Peter Rabbit, Molang, Paddington, Winnie the Pooh, Hilda, Studio Ghibli, Bluey, Bee and Puppycat, Care Bears, Moomins

Disney: Winnie the Pooh, Raya, Lilo & Stitch, Monsters Inc, Peter Pan, The Aristocats, Dumbo, The Nightmare before Christmas, Brother Bear, Beauty & the Beast, Tangled, Moana. Wreck it Ralph, Bambi

Activities: Colouring, journaling, picnics, sleepovers/building forts, tea parties, baking, getting read stories, naming things, doing kiddie worksheets

Clothes: dresses, skirts, rompers, diapers, animal ears and tails, long socks/fluffy socks, black clothes with cute diapers or pastel coloured clothes

Food and treats: sammiches but with the crusts cut off, soup, apple juice, dairy free strawberry milk, fruit like raspberries, strawberries, bananas, watermelon, dairy free babybel, chicken nuggets, vegan lil chocolate bars, vegan ice cream, vegan yoghurt pots

Likes: Princessy things, fairies, woodland animals, flowers (sunflowers, cherry blossoms. lavender etc.), stuffies, fairy lights, cute clothes, stickers, Sanrio, squishmallows, dinosaurs but not the scary ones, cute spooky like black cats, lofi, fairytales and witchy, cute nicknames, cute pens and stationary, anything sweet and cute

Dislikes: shouting, loud noises, anyone being sad, nightmares, the dark, clowns, most men if really regressed, sometimes people in general except one person, feeling embarrassed, crowded places, public transport

Things I wanna try: stuffie tea party, baking, blanket stuffie, talking to stuffies more opnely, journaling as little, having specific little plates, spoons etc. Daddy teaching me something, talking little

Trauma response: teary, anxious, scared, non verbal sometimes, cuddly with certain person, needs comfort and soft things and babied and scooped up/pulled in, embarrassed when attention brought to things

[badlibbing]

Being a dweeb, I am very into a lot of media, and incapable of shutting up about said media when reminded of them. So I'm going to briefly go through my top fandoms and why I'm in them!

Dreamworks Dragons: I think this was the first fandom I got into. I saw HTTYD as a wee child and an obsession was born. Such a diverse range of dragon species captured my awe from day one, and I am still in love with the franchise... most of it, anyway. The more recent spinoff series are not my cup of tea.

My Little Pony: I grew up on G3, but I wasn't really into ponies as a fandom until I discovered Friendship is Magic. It was my second fandom, and one I still enjoy the sheer depth of the lore. However, as I grew up, I found myself disliking certain parts of canon, so I'm not as into it as I once was. A few years ago, I got into G1 MLP, which I now have the entirety of on DVD. The first generation isn't perfect either, but still enjoyable.

Pokémon: In retrospect, this may have actually been my second fandom, but my memories of that time in my life are too obscure to be certain. Regardless, Pokémon has been a love of mine for a long time. I love playing the video games, though I'm not a fan of the anime. Still, I think it's a super fun franchise!

Lilo & Stitch: Now here's one I didn't get into until long after the heyday of its original media. I watched the first film in my early teens, and after finding out about the extended franchise, quickly fell into a fandom that has led to making more friends than any of those mentioned above. Aliens are cool, and fluffy mischievous mutant aliens are even better! As with MLP, though, I have several nitpicks with the tv series, to the point that I have a whole AU (alternate universe) project on the backburner. But at the end of the day, no matter how picky I am, I just love L&S for its heart.

Neopets: Most people just think of it as a pet-owning game, but if you like complex lore, it's surprisingly a goldmine. It's worth noting that canon has changed over the years; Neopets as a species started out as actual pets of humans (this element makes up the pet-owning aspect of the actual game of course), but modern canon has them as completely independent anthropomorphic beings and humans not existing at all. It's fascinating to see how the lore has evolved!

Flight Rising: An obscure but nonetheless wonderful fandom, Flight Rising is a game that operates a lot like Neopets. And just like that game, FR is rich in lore. Plus, it's about dragons, and dragons are great. All the different flights (elements) are cool, but personally I'm a Plague baby all the way!

I intend to post about all of these fandoms in the future, and I'll try to make plenty of fanart, too! Stay tuned!

[ciircuitdragon]

Y’all are sleeping on some of these options smh

Personally, when I picked scarab, I was imagining a giant dark flower scarab or some other fluffy, pollinating species. Mix up huge quantities of sugar water for them to drink. Put a harness on them and let them buzz around outside. Pet their fuzzy belly! It’s a bumblebee, but without the part where it might sting you. Though there are so many other scarabs. Imagine having a Hercules beetle the size of a Great Dane. You could probably ride the beetle like a pony at that point. Scarabs come in a dazzling array of colors and fancy headgear.

Hissing cockroaches are also rad as hell. Yeah, yeah, it’s a giant roach. But think of it like a big docile roomba that might have the capacity to enjoy your company, since they’re somewhat social and also you’re the one giving them food.

And mantises! You’d probably have to get them feeder mice like you do with a snake (or maybe there would be supersized flies, crickets, and dubias for them, that’d be better), but they’re inquisitive and clever insects. There would be so many videos on the Internet of people’s pet mantises doing silly things, like perching on their owner’s back, or threat-displaying at a stray cat, or tilting their head at a TV show.

*normal bug behavior still applies good luck

[writerofweird]

Happy Batman Day!

Let's celebrate with a fanfic I wrote over a decade ago!

Pounding the walls of the Batcave, Batman roared in anger. His latest crime-fighting escapade had been successful, but it still left him furious.

'Damn that Penguin!' he bellowed, 'Damn him to the fiery pits of Hades! What a miserable piece of criminal scum he is! Even his name is an insult! The Penguin! Penguins are cute and fluffy and I loathe all things adorable with every fibre of my being! The world is a lugubrious place of agony and suffering! What room is there for "cute"?' Having said that word again, Batman held himself and shuddered.

'Hey, keep it down!' said Robin in the corner, 'I'm trying to watch TV!'

Batman walked towards the Bat-TV. 'What, pray tell, are you watching?'

'My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic!'

Batman snarled at Robin, saliva dripping from his mouth. 'My Little Pony? How could you? That programme is too bright, too funny for dark avengers of the night such as ourselves!'

'What the hell, Batman?' Robin said, raising an eyebrow, 'It's a good show! Sure, it may be light-hearted, but there's some really good writing and character development!'

'Robin, we're comic book characters! Why should we care about good writing and character development?'

'Look...'

'Don't talk back, worm!' Batman punched Robin in the face, sending the Boy Wonder to the ground. With that, Batman jumped up and down on Robin as if he were a hat. 'You have violated me by viewing this light entertainment! Look at that pony! She's pink! Pink is the colour of Satan's vomit!' Then he picked up the Bat-TV and threw it down a bottomless pit.

'Why'd you do that?' cried Robin, picking himself up, 'You know you're going to miss Will and Grace now?'

'I don't care!' Batman raised his arms into the air and screamed. 'You have committed an unforgiveable sin against my code! You're fired!'

'Well, that's just as well,' replied Robin, making his way out, 'I'm not being the partner of a guy who gets mad over an awesome cartoon.'

'That's it! Get out of here! Let's see your precious little horsies help you now!'

When Robin had left, Batman left the Batcave too. Stomping through the Gotham streets, leaving large dents in the pavement, Batman searched the city for any crimes and wrongdoings. Just then, his super-sensitive Bat-hearing picked up something...familiar...

'My Little Pony, My Little Pony...'

'The bane of my existence, back again to torment me! Whoever's watching it must pay the price!'

Having escaped from Arkham once again, the Joker and his sweetheart Harley Quinn had retired to their favourite abandoned amusement park to unwind in their favourite abandoned funhouse.

'Harley, my dear,' said the Joker, 'Shall we partake in some equine-related entertainment?'

'Hooray, Mister Jay,' replied Harley, dancing in excitement, 'Pinkie Pie's my favourite!' To further punctuate her energy, she sang a portion of the cupcake song.

The two clowns switched on the boob tube and revelled in the theme song. At least they did until Batman came crashing in.

'Joker! I should have known!' Harley hid behind the couch as Batman breathed heavily. 'It wasn't enough that you crippled Batgirl! It wasn't enough that you killed a Robin that actually had darkness in his soul! But this! Watching My Little Pony! This is the final straw!'

'Oh come on, Bats!' said the Joker, 'Not only is this show funny...'

'I detest funny!' yelled Batman, breaking the television screen with his fist. 'How can we laugh when there is so much crime and corruption in the world?'

'...but the characters have their own personalities and are relatable, and...'

'Well, if My Little Pony is so great, why don't you marry it?' Batman turned to a still-shuddering Harley. 'Hear that, Harley? He cares more for a stupid cartoon than you! Your love is a lie, but then again, is not all love a lie?'

'Batman, please!' said the Joker, 'You really should give this show a chance!'

'Never!' yelled Batman, 'In fact, you know what I'm going to do?' From his utility belt of pain, he pulled out a trans-dimensional vortex. 'I'm going to go to meet those My Little Ponies, and give them a piece of my mind! Their world will soon be as dark and empty as my heart!'

'How could you?' cried the Joker.

'I'm Batman, I can do whatever I want! Let's see how those well-developed characters do against my well-developed fists!' So Batman stepped through the portal, and it disappeared in a second.

'Oh no, Mister Jay!' Harley squealed, 'He's gonna hurt the poor little ponies!'

'Not if I have something to do with it!' With that, the Joker grabbed his magic pogo stick and hopped on it until it teleported him to Equestria.

'No.'

Already he was too late, as the once-proud buildings had been reduced to rubble, and the ponies no longer pranced and went about their daily business, but now writhed in the ground in pain.

'Help me...'

'Pinkie Pie?' Turning around, the Joker saw, under the debris of a collapsed building, Pinkie Pie struggling to escape. 'No! Of all ponies, why you?' wailed the Joker as he pulled Pinkie Pie out. He cried more single tears than a character in Eragon. 'Speak to me!'

While Pinkie Pie may have been free, she still had lost her joy, her carefree ways. That loveable pony, reduced to a weak creature, barely breathing in Joker's arms.

'Are you "cute" now?' Looking up, the Joker saw the fiend himself. Batman sat atop a fiery black throne, the souls of the damned circling him. 'Now, Joker, like these pathetic ponies, you will bow before your new god!'

'You heartless monster!' screamed the Joker, 'What has Pinkie Pie ever done to you?'

'Exist!' screamed Batman, 'She and her joy and her laughter!'

Laughter?

'Pinkie Pie!' screamed Joker, 'Remember how you defeated those ghosties!'

'Huh?' replied Pinkie Pie, slowly opening her eyes.

'Laugh! Laugh!'

'Silence!' Batman's voice echoed throughout Equestria, 'There shall be no more laughter in this forsaken world! Only brooding and depressing poetry! I AM BATMAN!'

A titter.

'What was that?'

Pinkie Pie had begun to chuckle.

'That's it, Pinkie Pie!' The Joker joined in the laughter. 'Laugh at the bat!'

'No! I am dark and serious!'

'Oh come on!' squealed Pinkie Pie, jumping to her feet. 'You dress up like a bat! That's funny!'

'No it's not! It's a reflection of my complex and tormented psyche!'

'But,' Pinkie Pie's laughter grew ever louder. 'You have your underwear on the outside!'

'That joke is old!' Nonetheless, all the ponies, even those under the ruins of their society, began to guffaw at Batman. As they did, Batman writhed and squirmed in his throne.

'Yes! It's working!' Joker leapt up and down, pointing at the weakened monster. 'Laugh harder!'

Laugh harder the ponies did, and the buildings annihilated by Batman began rebuilding themselves like Superman rebuilt the Great Wall of China in that one movie.

'No! Be miserable!' With the chuckling and the giggling growing ever louder, Batman shrunk into his throne. Shrunk literally, that is. His once-mighty muscles diminished, and his black costume became a light shade of blue. Painted eyebrows appeared on his mask, and his eyes were no longer pale.

'We did it!' The Joker leapt for joy, hugging Pinkie Pie. 'We've saved Batman!'

'Hmm, old chum,' said Batman in a different voice, 'I appear to be in My Little Pony, a show I congratulate for its productive messages towards its young viewers.'

With Equestria saved, Joker was declared their new national hero and thus a statue of him was built in the centre of Ponyville and Princess Celestia made him the new king...

'Okay, that's enough.'

Joker looked up and found himself not in the shining utopia of Equestria, but in his squalid cell in Arkham. The smell of cupcakes deteriorated into the whiff of urine and neglect, and there stood not Celestia, but his latest therapist, adjusting his glasses.

'That's not what really happened the last time you faced Batman, was it?'

'It's the God's truth! Well, it would be if there was any justice in the world.'

'Uh-huh. Sure.'

The therapist left, leaving Joker in his cell to amuse himself.

'Cupcakes, so sweet and tasty, cupcakes...'