#G4 is also on Netflix as well but unfortunately only has 4 of the 9 seasons on there for some reason. 🤷‍♀️

[kittylover776]

Don’t worry about it. Believe me, it’s all in the past. Nowadays I’m not as phased when it comes to that side of the fandom. Though, the ‘Infection A.U’ that they had recently does creep me out a bit, not gonna lie. XD

The G5 movie is actually on ‘Netflix’ if you want to give it a watch. It’s called: ‘My Little Pony: A New Generation”. :)

I’ve honestly came up with ponified versions of The Princess Switch myself, but due to my lack of drawing skills I can’t exactly put them down on paper. 😅

I mostly rely on bases and what-not, but even then I only have Donatelli, Frank, and Margaret’s designs put down physically. The others I only have in my head.

A little something for my previous post, “I Almost Do”

This one is for you, @kittylover776 😁

(Some background info: Set 7 years after the first switch. Belgravia is holding an international event in The States and they hire Stacy for desserts, of course :) This scene below is Stacy and Queen Caroline interacting for “the first time” 😉)

The ballroom is empty, it is wide, it is silent, much like Stacy’s thoughts. She felt hollow within, like there was nothing left within her, void of all the joys that she thought she had.

She made herself believe that it was this agreement, this business deal she had gone through with the Belgravian Royal Family that had probably sucked them out of her.

There were only two days left until the party, or how Edward called it, an affair of state. Two days were a reach, but for Stacy, it felt like those two days were thousands of miles away from her. She isn’t sure if it is the fatigue creeping up her or just the sheer annoyance of recalling the fact that she still needed to face Edward for two more days.

She hated the fact that it seemed so easy for him to face her like he hadn’t abandoned her fifteen years ago. She hated how it seemed so easy for him to shrug off the fact that it was him who tore them apart, and how she couldn’t even see a tinge of remorse coming from him.

But today, today she could handle. She was not going to be seeing him and his bi-hourly inspections of the venue for the past days like there would be such a big difference. Instead, They were informed the prince had gone down with a slight fever so his mother had flown in earlier than schedule to check up on preparations for the event.

Stacy found it funny that she was barely nervous to meet his mother, who also happened to be the Queen of Belgravia.

Maybe it was because she could finally behave professionally and not have to shoo someone away like they were a little pigeon hopping around the ballroom, or maybe because she could finally face someone who barely knew her, someone who hadn’t seen her worse than how she looked right now in a barely ironed shirt, denim pants, and frizzy, messy hair.

No, she was not the type to be rushing out of her house at 8 in the morning, looking barely presentable, but when you get a message from your employee that the queen is already on her way and you’ve barely woken up, nothing matters aside from getting yourself together and arriving before your guest does.

But she makes it just in time. Just in time to help her employees set everything up and stick with the plan given by the coordinator.

Now with the ruckus of rushing to arrive and prepare things finally over, Stacy hears the wide, heavy wood doors of the ballroom peel open and make way for the queen to enter.

Her eyes are fixated on the older lady and she doesn’t miss to notice the growing smile on the queen’s face as their eyes interlocked.

She could see how the queen was making a beeline towards her, and when the older lady gets close enough, she opens her arms wide and wraps her arms around the Stacy.

Her mind could barely process the presence of an absolute reigning monarch in front of her, and she does nothing but freeze while the queen continued to pull her into her embrace.

“Stacy, dear, how have you been?” She hears the queen say moments after when she finally lets go and frees Stacy from her hands.

Stacy does nothing respond, her eyes blinking away as her eyebrows slowly start to meet.

“Dear, are you alright?” Caroline repeats, placing her hand on Stacy’s shoulder.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” The younger lady shakes her head slowly as her legs try but ultimately give a butchered curtsy that makes the queen laugh. “I’m absolutely alright, Your Majesty. Thank you for asking. I’m Stacy De Novo, owner of Stacy’s Sweets and Treats.”

There is a smile on Stacy’s face, her torso standing as straight as a ruler, trying her best to act as formal as she could. She wasn’t the best at it, but somehow — she does not know why — her body was portraying it better than she thought.

In the next second, she hears the queen laugh and her prim and proper stature immediately crumbles down as she takes a step back.

“Has your husband done something to get on your nerves?” Caroline asks, a smile tugging at her lips as her eyes sparkle with amusement.

“Excuse me, Your Majesty?”

“Well, you’ve dropped the surname, so I’m guessing Edward’s done something to wind you up. Don’t worry, I do the same with George sometimes.”

Stacy’s eyes widen, her feet unconsciously taking multiple steps back as if it were a defense mechanism to fight against something, but in this case she was only facing the Queen of Belgravia.

Caroline’s words echo in her mind, into her conscience. What in the world does she even mean by husband?

She had brushed off the queen coming straight at her and knowing her name without a formal introduction, but the queen, of all people, telling her Edward was her husband?

That was nowhere near a coincidence.

But then again, it was impossible. They had separated a decade and a half ago, they never met in between those years, and she still very much loathed him.

Stacy repeats her words, her eyebrows slowly knitting together as she tries to process whatever the older woman had just said.

“Oh, what has Edward done this time around? You seem quite mad at him.” Caroline laughs — awkwardly. “Did be forget to settle Edeline for her nap? That must be it, no?”

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty, but I don’t know who you’re talking about. I don’t have a child and am I definitely not, in any way, associated with your son.”

Caroline’s eyes narrow down as she moves closer towards Stacy. She places her hand on the younger lady’s shoulder and there is something about her touch that leaves Stacy frozen in place instead of dodging them away.

“Stacy dear, are you sure you are alright?”

“Oh, I sure am, Your Majesty. Perfectly fine. Absolutely.”

”Well, I don’t think you are.” Her grip on Stacy’s shoulders tightened as she pulled her closer. “I don’t know what’s happened to you since you left Belgravia three months ago—Edward won’t say a word about it—but don’t you think this is all a bit much? You’ve dropped your husband’s surname, you act as if you don’t know him, as if you don’t know me, as if you don’t even know your own child…”

It takes a moment for Stacy to register what had just happened, and when it does, she feels as if the words are spinning before her, spiraling around and getting closer by the minute. It grows on her until her head starts feeling light and she can barely see — her thoughts reeling through the queen’s allegations.

She feels as if there are waves beneath her, ready to swallow her and drag her through the current again, and again, and again.

Until she cannot handle it.

Until there is a surge of tears that are suddenly pricking her eyelids — a wave of uncertainty hitting her harder than she would expect.

Until her legs give out, ultimately giving in to the unending, uncontrollable force of the waves beneath her.