#I need a bit of money for cosplay funds

[14dayswithyou]

💖 Slight 14DWY + Blog Changes! 💖

(16/12/23)

Leon will now move away from Corland Bay when he’s 10 years old. Originally, I never really put that much thought into it because it won't be explicitly mentioned in the game, but I figured I might as well make it more accurate now ^^;

Teo is now 26 (instead of 27). Again, zero thought went into this aside from wanting a wider range of ages for the cast — but now I want him to be closer to Jae and Violet’s age — especially considering they were all childhood friends and Violet was in the grade below them.

Elanor is now 30 and Kiara is 29. In the 2017 version, Elanor was originally the eldest sister, but it just didn't feel right to change it in the 2020 version. Day 3 will still be lore accurate, but everything on this blog will need to be retconned.

14DWY Purple (unofficial) will now be changing from #A14BF4 to #9D64FD.

Not a change, but adding more clarification: Angel will still attend university (and Jae and Teo will still be their university friend), but whether or not they enrolled will remain ambiguous! Day 1/2 kinda insinuates that they studied something ("Teo attended some of their classes"), but I wanted it to imply that they could've attended orientation and/or took "mock classes" after high school to see what it's like as well. I may change a few lines in the demo (in the future) to reflect that.

Egg

I'd like to (hopefully) try to remind everyone that whenever I write about Angel on this blog, they are gender neutral. Because if my ass had a dollar for every time someone assumed they were female because of the cutesy/pink themes or how "soft" I made the MC, I'd have enough money to fund voice actors, translators, custom soundtrack, and pay the $100 Steam fee /hj

Changed the crackpot theory tag into an actual tag!! About time sdghjdg

(07/01/24)

Also not a change, but to solidify Haruko's appearance + Ren's likeness a bit more... Haruko is supposed to be an anime character with pink/blue hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. He's a modern day "sorcerer" (a reference to JJK, not a literal fantasy wizard lmao) from an anime called "Attack on Giants" (another reference to "Attack on Titan"); and is very kind, ditzy, and empathetic. All Ren has copied is his hairstyle, vibe, and demeanour. Ren isn't outright cosplaying Haruko, and it'd take an avid anime enjoyer to notice that Ren is attempting to mimic Haruko.

I'll make a poll one day, but I might change Ren's left sleeve tattoo to the spoiler-free placeholder I used in this artwork. A lot of people seem to prefer it, but I'll wait until the poll to make any final decisions.

I might also make another poll to see if perhaps a new BGM theme would better suit the demo. Because in my mind, the "summer/beach location" = acoustic guitar (rather than piano) — and for some reason I get lo-fi vibes from 14DWY??

I don't think anyone has picked up on this subtle shift yet, but Ren will mainly use "he/him" over "he/they" now (since Haruko is a he/him enjoyer 👍). [REDACTED], however, will still greatly prefer "they/he", and will continue to use them interchangeably.

21/02/24 — or search through Obsidian. (Future Sai here.... I have no clue what this means???? What??? T_T)

I'm gonna cut down on the Teo and Ren bullying on this blog (and in general). I don't find it fun anymore, and it genuinely upsets me when people put down certain characters to make others look better (i.e. "Ren has no ass which makes Leon superior >:)" Just say you like Leon... I beg T_T). It also makes me doubt whether Ren is genuinely a good character or not, and it's gross seeing y'all tear down people who genuinely enjoy Teo. Be kind.

(11/01/24)

Eventually, I'd like to turn this meme into an event in the 14DWY Discord to help create an actual landlord for Day 3. The current landlord has always been a meme-y placeholder (I thought the idea would be funny), but looking at how the game is currently, I want 14DWY to be more "serious". The current landlord will eventually be turned into an easter egg!!

Whether or not Jae had bottom surgery will now remain ambiguous. Everyone is now free to headcanon whatever they'd like, so long as it's not offensive or too OOC.

From now on, I'll also try my best to remind everyone that Jae is gay and Kiara is lesbian. I tried not to bring it up frequently because I was afraid it'd come across like "being gay" was their only defining personality trait, but I'm tired of people sending in asks that don't apply to these characters ^^;

I might move all of the curiouscat questions to this blog and archive the account. It's becoming too much of a hassle for me to manage 3+ social media accounts sgkshjj

[fr33time]

can you do dorm leaders with Female MC/S/O who cosplay.But the thing is They have TikTok and do cosplay videos by characters similar to the dorm leaders.

Example;

Alan:Mitsuri or Gyomei From Demon Slayer.

A/N: Sorry for taking so long!! This is the last request im doing before I open back up asks! I wasn’t sure how to do this one until a few days ago lol. I’ve never done this before and it was a new experience. I only did characters that I have a decent amount of knowledge for, so if there’s a better fit then I apologize if I missed them. Enjoy these cute headcanons and have a lovely day! Smooches!

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◛⑅·House Captains with Fem! S/O that cosplays characters similar to them ˚ ༘ ♡

Divider credits: @abyslita

Genre: Fluff, Headcanons

Requesting rules here! (Read before requesting)

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Jin - Wriothesley (GI)

Jin didn’t really pay attention to what you did in your free time, if you need funds for your hobby then he’ll give it you if you lay in bed with him for a while. When Jin saw that you were preparing a new cosplay he went to your TikTok page to check how it turned out.

He didn’t think much of the cosplay at first and only paid attention to how detailed it was and how nice of a job you did (he thought his money was put to good use), he doesn’t really know what Genshin Impact is besides from content he sees online. He asked you why you chose him to do a cosplay of and when you explained that Wriothesley reminded you of him, he was intrigued.

You explained that he was a respectable man that keeps cool under pressure… and is also good looking. So when you show him what Wriothesley looks like, he asked which one looks better and he plasters a sly smirk on his face. He definitely tries to fluster you, and a part of you knows that it’s working.

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Alan - Roronoa Zoro (OP)

He thinks it’s cute that you cosplay, whenever you show him your new cosplay he asks you small questions about the character and how you made the cosplay. He’s not sure what you’re talking about, but he loves hearing you talk about something that makes you happy.

When you presented your Zoro cosplay to him he complimented your swords and asked how you did them while inspecting them. Once he moved on, you told him that Zoro reminded you of him and he didn’t show much expression, but he asked further on why you thought that.

You explained that Alan and Zoro have a lot of traits in common such as being bad at directions, he’s tough, cool, and looked like a hunk. You felt a bit flustered explaining the end part, but all Alan did was smile, patted your head, and proceeded to walk away. He finds you beyond adorable, and checks your TikTok later to boost your post (when he remembers where the app is and how to boost it in the first place).

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Haru - Nejire Hado (BNHA)

Haru is very involved in your cosplay process, he loves seeing you work on something that brings a smile on your face so he makes sure to get whatever materials you need. He doesn’t like to spend money in his personal account but he’ll do it for you if you don’t have enough. When you point this out he just winks: (^_−)−☆

He also likes learning about the characters your cosplaying as, asking you to explain their story. When he asks about why you’re cosplaying Nejire, you explain that she’s similar to him in being bright and bubbly, and that they both work hard.

He blushes a bit, nudges you with his arm, and pulls out an “aw shucks.” He searches up Nejire later to get further in depth about her, and if you think that’s he’s like her then he takes it as a compliment. He’s happy that you acknowledge his hard work as well. He doesn’t have time to watch the show, but she’s now one of his favourite characters by default.

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Taiga - Kyōko sakura (PMMM)

Taiga doesn’t really care about what you do, as long as you’re available to him. He doesn’t pay much attention but once in a while he’ll scroll on TikTok he comes across one of your cosplays and puts a comment under the video of how good you look. All he sees is you dressing in good looking outfits.

He sees you cosplaying Kyoko one day and asks “what the fuck is this one?” He doesn’t actually care about the answer but he pays attention when you quietly say that she reminds you of him… now he’s listening.

How exactly do you tell him that they have a short temper, a nonchalant attitude, and a threatening presence in common? You keep it short and tell him that they both love to tease, and know more than they let on. He just laughs and calls you a “cute kitty” before biting your hand (his version of a small kiss) and walking away. You were thankful that he didn’t ask you anymore questions, when he’s intimidating it’s easy for him to obtain answers.

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Subaru - Armin Arlet (SNK)

He thinks that every single cosplay you do is beautiful because it’s you, he knows a bit about making costumes so he helps you sew and plan wherever you need it! He wants to support you every step of the way and asks Haku how he can boost your TikToks.

He doesn’t ask about the characters that much besides what they look like and their name, so you tell him first that you connect Armin with Subaru. His eyes widen at this confession and cautiously asks why, you explain how they both have certain anxieties and not feeling like enough (even though they are), but they both feel incredible amounts of sympathy and being observant.

When he hears your reasons he has to ask if you like this character, you immediately jump to assure him and speak praises. He’s a blushing mess and all he can think about is how highly you think of him. He’s not one to be forward, but he compliments you on how nice you look in your cosplays and how he likes how you put the effort to act like the character in your TikToks

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Edward - Padparadscha (HNK)

Edward religiously likes your TikToks and comments under them with his cryptic messages riddled with emojis. He likes seeing you dress up, and he often suggests characters that he’d like to see you cosplay. He just likes seeing you in pretty clothes.

The Padparadscha cosplay interested him because he’s never seen this character before, and he likes how you did the gem hair. You explained that they are pretty similar in how they are both a bit laid back, secretive, and basically undead.

Because of your description, he watches Houseki no Kuni (or land of the lustrous) out of pure interest about Padparadscha. He has enough time, afterwards he tries to tease you and asks if you think he’s prettier. He just wants to see you blush. He tells you about what he thought of the show afterwards when you’re cuddling him, Edward may be lazy but the least he can do is indulge you in your interests.

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Yuri - Light Yagami (DN)

Yuri’s a bit too busy with his work and research to be involved in your hobby, but I can assure you that he likes your cosplays. He will never ever say it to you, but it surprises him each time that he finds another person attractive and that holds true for when you cosplay.

You’d have to ramble about your upcoming cosplay schedule to him in order for him to sort of listen. He hears the words “he reminds me of you” and his attention is caught. “No one can ever compare to me!” He says… and then immediately goes back to work. No matter how much you try to catch his attention again, he insists that he needs to get work done and not to bother him.

He gets curious and searches up Light, realizing that Light is a cunning man that makes sure he’s 10 steps ahead of everyone. He feels pretty good about himself, but misses that Light is also a bit crazy to say the least. Next time he sees you he actually compliments your cosplay, not without stuttering and blushing of course.

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[liesmyth]

Your last rb on the John Gaius post how much John is the OPPOSITE of what that reblogger implied. Because like - we rag on him for not using his magical girl powers for C--'s "Good Wizardry", but it's specifically because he *doesn't* want to rely on a new untested "technology". He tries to incorporate it into the old project, make it better, make people trust it and give him money. Slow down the people who are trying to actually do the "promising new technology" bit without proof of concept.

It's "We all came up with trials to figure out what I could do, what I couldn’t do" vs

"...they were taking one discovery and acting like it changed the whole ballgame when really we now needed ten years of funding to discover whether it was any use, i.e., academia functioning as normal."

And I think that's neat, actually.

[post for context]

Ok actually #discourse aside, I think a lot about how John WAS a scientist, and that was the approach he used in his cryo project, and that was ALSO the approach he used when he started displaying magic powers. He tried to do experiments. He tried to make up scientific terms. He tried to write papers.

And nobody would listen and then he had to cosplay a wizard on youtube.

I think about that SO MUCH. Like... I think John never had a high opinion of the "cultists." He's obviously annoyed that one of the first guys who gave them attention was a flat earther. He only started calling himself a necromancer so that people would listen. It was a last resort and personally, I think he wasn't keen on it.

Like... I think John, an educated scientist who has successfully pioneered a potentially revolutionary new technology (the cryo project, not the magic!) AND is also an indigenous man of colour, might have felt some kinda way about putting on a cape and eyeliner and recruiting a gullible cult of followers because he wasn't being taken seriously in ~intellectual circles. I know we make jokes aboout God being a twitch streamer - Taz put that in for a reason! I think it's funny, I think the cult aesthetic is fun, I think the pre-Res gang HAD fun with it, eventually. But I also think that there's a lot to unpack about John going from the lead research on a project that had serious corporate and government backing ("We cannot keep diverting three percent of the country’s electricity to your vats") to putting on a cape for the memes.

Also! You're absolutely right that the FTL fleet IS "the special technology that shows no promise." John, Mercy AND Augustine all it as hooky because it's SO new that it can scale up to what they need, if it even works as advertised. I'm very curious if / how / on which scale it was tested, and I think Augustine was right to suspect that the FTL propulsion was just an initial kick and the fleet was gonna generation-ship it and never come back.

Also speaking of people wanting an "immediate fix" - John also explicitly brings up that some of the cryo project backers nagged at him because they though an imperfect technology was good enough but the team thought the chance of damage was too high, and worked to reduce it.

Like, the whole point of the cryo project is that it worked, but it wasn't an easy fix, it required literally global cooperation, and there was no priority access for first-class passengers.

I am once again pointing a huge neon sign in John's direction that says HE ATE THE SUN!! That's plenty enough! We don't have to directly contradict canon to sue him for ethics breaches.

[anonymoushouseplantfan]

I think it's Meghan who does not want to do, even try to do, a solo rebrand. She wants the royal cosplay. She is always hijacking Harry's things, whether it's Invictus or mental health or charity gigs.

Or rather, I should say she is hijacking Harry's somewhat successful gigs that get him any good press or make him feel better. She stayed away when it's the book.

She is also so hell bent on making sure he doesn't have anything successful without bger that she does not see the things that could organically work for her - the posh LA mummy rebrand with the kids, the fancy gardening down to earth bits she do, the Tig relaunch etc.

I think it's all deliberate because she doesn't want to have any money making ventures separate from Harry before the divorce. It's probably as simple as that.

Her financial needs are being net right now through Harry. So she doesn't care about putting her mind into anything else. She doesn't care. Harry probably has some sort of a steady income stream and she is jealous of that. Maybe it's better up. Maybe it's a trust fund. Maybe it's allowance from his dad. Whatever it is, she relies on that.

Seems she is too focused on playing mind games right now rather that doing any work. The couple brand/rebrand also tracks in with the divorce rumours because, as predicted, they are hamming it up for the cameras to force the 'loved up' narrative down our throats before the big announcement comes a year down the line.

I still think she will take inspiration from Joe And Sophie's divorce and try to sideline Harry and then strike, the way Joe did to Sophie. Just for the kicks.

Could be, but I suspect she’s feeling the pressure. Harry thinks it’s all going to work out because he has never lived in the real world, but she has to know better. Her pre-Harry life also consisted of random celeb pictures and charity engagements and that wasn’t working out well for her. She has to be feeling major deja vu right now.

But she’s still not willing to put in the work. The book and the podcast are the most egregious examples of that.

[supersnowscosplay]

Hey yall! So I previously mentioned that I had surgery this past summer. I was thankfully able to get a hysterectomy covered by my insurance which is amazing, but I’m still paying the hospital about $4k in additional fees.

As some of you may know things in the US especially where I live haven’t been great for trans people like myself. I’m very lucky to be getting my name legally changed in January (whooo!!)

That being said I’m a bit anxious about being able to get top surgery before it’s restricted. My insurance won’t cover my top surgery due to it being ‘cosmetic’. So it’ll cost me about $8,500 without the additional hospital fees. I already have a doctor lined up and looking to have surgery with her in June-July 2025.

I’m not a huge fan of asking for money but since my timeline has suddenly become a lot shorter I’m in need of help. Anything helps, I’m really hoping that even if I can’t fund the entire surgery I can get some of the costs out of the way.

Thank you all!!

[starsbegantofall]

I had a whole week off and since our family is now too poor to go on a yearly vacation, I was able to stay home and work on chores and get appointments out of the way and sleep until after noon a few days lol. I wouldn't say I got most of my checklist done, but I did get more than the minimum so I will be gracious with myself and estimate I did at least 50% of what I had hoped to finish. That deserves a treat.

I finally went to see the doctor about my hand and got prescription strength steroids, and apparently that was all I needed because my hand is a lot better. Still a tiny bit of pain and irritation after 5 days, but it's very much on the mend and I was able to finally get back to cleaning and other stuff I couldn't do with one hand out of commission for months. Not that I wanted to lol, but I really had to.

I lost the battle with my HOA so I was forced to pull up weeds in the rain Saturday, and then for 2 more hours today, and still have much more to go. I had already transferred funds to a higher savings account earlier this month, so now I have to be creative about saving money the next few weeks to pay these fees. Going to be listing a few more things on mercari, though I don't really have much left worth buying, to be honest. I suppose I could open up those quarterly commissions like I said I would for 2024, but I can't force myself to do great art when I'm not in the mood...

As mentioned earlier, I didn't end up working on cosplay due to materials not in yet and I technically don't have anywhere to wear my costumes except my bathroom and that's not enough motivation to sew apparently. But now that my hand is much better, I think I will make a plan to get some test muslins done this week or work on some accessories by the end of the month. I think that's very reasonable.

[ground-zer0s]

So an update to my current project:

My printer is now refusing to print, so I can't make more until I get it fixed. However, I did make prototypes and realized my original design was terrible for practicality, so I'm going to use the print above instead and connect everything with metal loops. I also need different paint since brushed-on acrylic looks god awful. Unfortunately, it may be a bit before I can buy new paints because money is, to put it lightly, extremely tight.

My goal is to open an Etsy shop where I can sell cosplay props and accessories. I'll need to fund the listing costs somehow. So, if anyone is interested, I would gladly distribute STL or GCODE files on a few prints for $5 each so I can work on getting the ball rolling.

Available files:

-BoTW/ToTK Amber Earrings

-BoTW/ToTK Topaz Earrings

-BoTW/ToTK Opal Earrings

-BoTW/ToTK Evil Spirit Mask (not quite finished in GCODE form but I'll finish it today)

Please DM if interested. I'm currently relying on CashApp for incoming funds.

And for those wondering about the prototype amber earrings that look kinda garbage-y because of the paint I used... Here you go:

It's metallic paint but you can't even tell 🥲

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Pinkie Pie couldn't resist aplauding, “You really pulled it off! You guys are gonna be the hit of the show!”

The dropped beak Gryphon Ambassador exclaimed, “Your Royalty really are joining in as part of this extravaganza?”

Twilight nodded emphatically, “We sure are! We aren't going to be hypocrites and just authorize the raising of funds. We are going to be a direct part of getting your Empire the money and supplies that it needs. Besides, instead of simply throne warming, it is a chance for us to actually have some fun!”

“I do see that, Your Highnesses. I am not of your species but your dances were still amazing to watch. We, not only myself, but the whole of the Empire thank you.”

Kin cheerfully agreed, “Their thanks, if they will also accept the money, we will happily accept. They've already given us the Golden Talon and made us Knife Bearers, so courteous words will have to do. And we will be happy with them.”

The Ambassador raised his crest and spread his wings as he bowed. “You are amazingly gracious. Those courteous words will be given to the Throne of Empire. What you have raised already in hard cash is the largest donation that we have received so far. The Throne of Empire is working on plans to best use this vast sum. When the matching grants come in, I make the total to be in excess of a million golden bits, and that is not counting the gate from the performance.”

Pinkie nodded, “Something like that, I expect. In some,” she lifted both hands and flexed her fingers in air quotes, “mysterious way," word of the Royal act got out! It only took about an hour for every available hotel in all of Ponyville to be fully booked! Rooming houses with empty spaces are going fast and so are private room rentals!”

She paused to grin and added, “Those who think Ponyville's a backwater are in for a surprise! We have almost a quarter of the total population of Equestria living here. I do expect a substantial gate!”

Princess Luna looked up from her Magic Net mirror and said in an awestruck voice, “I just had to authorize twenty more cars each for the Canterlot Flier, Baltimare Flier, the Manehatten Flier, and the Trottingham Express for all runs through the day after tomorrow. We have sold that many tickets! We have a request for ten more cars on all runs from County Corbiestep too! I think that we may be having a solid part of the whole kingdom coming to see this show!”

Grinning ear to ear and bouncing, Pinkie exclaimed, “Of course they are coming! This is the biggest Pinkie Pie Party ever!”

Kin expertly corralled Pinkie and gently pressed her down until she stopped bouncing and snickered, “What are you planning to do for housing this incoming multitude?”

Pinkie shot back, “Oh, I don't know! Um, the Dawnguard temple is empty now. Perhaps we could put it to use to further our 'Evil Act of Lewdness' by running in about two or three hundred sleeping cots?”

Princess Twilight snickered thoughtfully, “You know, that is really not a bad idea at all. There is some paperwork to be done but that is why I have bureaucrats. They handle the paperwork. I will set them to it.” She put words to action by calling the Ponyville Bureau of Buildings on her Magic Net mirror.

Looking up, with a diabolical grin, she announced, “It will take several hours to get done but, counting the basement, their loft, and their priestly dorm building, as well as the main floor, dressing rooms, offices and all, the Bureau of Buildings will be clearing the structures for temporary occupancy by three hundred and twenty ponies!”

Pinkie put a hand to her snout as she giggled, “Not enough, but it will be a big help!”

Luna looked up from her Magic Net mirror and told them all, “The Ducal Council arrests have been completed and the casualty train from the Empire is on its way. It should be here in another hour. Getting the injured Gryphons to the hospital and settled in can be done in only another hour. That's when Kin and I are going to be busy for several hours more.”

Fluttershy nodded and flexed her wings. “Got it. I will go and get Bruin and Breakfang over to the station. That will help with the unloading.” She strolled out, drawing most eyes, both male and female, after her.

Pinkie shook her head sadly, “She doesn't want to dance. I already asked.”

Rarity showed up shortly afterwards, carrying Carousel Boxes. She smiled, “Let's get you lovely mares into the dressing rooms. I have what I need to do alterations if we need them.” She gently herded Equestria's Royalty off to try on their nice new stripping outfits.

The full dress rehersal of the Royal strip went even more smoothly and effectively than the first. The cunning design and colors of the stripping outfits improved and enhanced their every move.

When they finished, all the watchers were stiff of wing, had hard raised tails, or both! Pinkie snorted, “When this goes public, nopony is ever going to see Equestria's Princesses the same again!”

The Gryphon Ambassador bobbed his head, crest up in amazement. He held out his Magic Net mirror. “Her Highness, the Empress and her Strong Wings of the Throne paused their flight to watch this rehersal. They are all amazed at the efforts that Equestria is making on behalf of the Empire.”

Celestia nodded graciously as she replied, “This is what being good neighbors is all about. The Empire and its Throne have been by our side in both natural disaster and war before this. Now, it is we who can assist them. This all has sprung from the goodness of the hearts of Ponyville's dancing mares and the clubs that they work in. Now it is the whole of the Principality of Ponyville. The goodness that you planted over many years has grown and is being harvested to aid you in your need.”

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[hymn-of-muse]

Hello! Hello! Good day! If match-up requests are still open, hope u don't mind me requesting one?

Fandoms: Genshin

Appearance: I'm like 5'0. I have a black, long, wavy hair that lengths past my shoulders. I'm usually seen putting hair clamps. I'm tan and has a brown eyes.

Personality: I'm some sort of Xiao. Quite of a distant individual and not used with people's trends like doing tiktoks or wearing lipsticks. But I sometimes try some. Then that leads me to doing cosplays. Aside from that, I am concious around me especially talking to others. I really don't know how to get along with others much so I tend to share less and gets serious with people who wants me to do something. With my friends, i'm different and shares most part of myself and tends to get stick with them when I saw them. But despite of that, i'm a bit closed off and would distance myself sometimes. Overthinking a lot that I might did something bad to others even it's not or an accident. I do something physical with im with someone who's very comfortable with like hugging or clinging my arm around them then retreating because i'm not used to them. I avoid most of it when someone tries to cling on me or some sort but let someone hug me sometimes. I am sort of blunt with my actions and words. And I tend to get stutter.

Additional Information: Sleeping is my personality and I tend to sleep here and there. ┐⁠(⁠´⁠ー⁠｀⁠)⁠┌

Likes & Dislikes: As I mentioned, I really love to cosplay but i'm broke. Then because of my hyper fixation of the hobby, I love money. ✋ Then I like to wear light make ups. I like to sketch, sing and showing off sometimes in front of others (shying away as a result). I don't like someone who doesn't know what their doing like invading someone's personal space or making fun of me, thinking we're friends.

Preferences: I'm a she/her and I would like to be paired by a male.

Another Additional Information: I would also prefer someone who can keep up with my tired and distant personality. 🥹🥹

Thank You for reading!

diluc comes to mind to pair you with. from what i skimmed from your submission, youre around the same energy level socially that he is.

he'd be more than okay with the quiet distant aura you have and enjoys whatever time he gets to spend with you. hes not too big on pda himself he'd rather keep affections in private and not draw attention to his relationships.

he'd memorise your favourite drinks just how you like them and be ready to make them whenever you come by while he's working in the tavern.

if you need to chat he'd be a great listener and always have some good reasurance to give you, help you through your overthinking and what not. heck if you asked he'd probably reserve the top floor just for you so you had a quiet place to sit.

yes he would secretly fund your hobby by leaving you gifts like things you looked at but couldnt buy yourself or things he thinks you might like or might go nice with a cosplay youre planning.

fischl would probably be your cosplay pal so he might try getting tips and ideas from her and oz (theyre pals cuz they both have pet birds)

matchups currently closed!

[zeitara]

Ahhh

I wonder if anyone would be interested in my commissions if I started some? (Like or comment this post if you are maybe? ; u ;)

[totallytododeku]

Crunchimation - Todoroki x reader

> Todoroki and his s/o go to the mall and the reader gets hit on by the cashier

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1400

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This week had dragged on for what felt like a month. Both Present Mic and All Might had given a your class tests today, and Aizawa had made you train extra hard. Finally, Friday had arrived, so right after school you and your boyfriend had walked to the local mall.

Since you had moved to the area to attend UA, you had never been to this particular mall. Shouto was showing you around while also shopping a bit for himself, but you didn't mind a few stops to get him socks or a new watchband. You two were even able to grab some soba at a noodle shop, which you ate as you walked. It was gone in less than five minutes.

You were enjoying yourself just being with him, when something caught your eye.

"Shouto! Look!" You grabbed the fabric of his sleeve in both your hands, bouncing up and down excitedly on your tippy-toes. "There's a Crunchimation at this mall! I have to go!"

He blinked, expressionless. "What's Crunchimation?"

You gasped quietly and immediately tugged him by his sleeve towards the wall, away from the congestion of mall-goers. "Crunchimation is my faaaavorite store! It's where I got most of my favorite anime merch! They carry a super cheap, SUPER high-quality line of collectable anime figurines!"

"...So it's like a otaku gift shop?"

"Not just figurines! They have some stuff for cosplay, too like wigs and accessories! Maybe they even have the new issue o-" you gasped again, eyes nearly popping out of your head. "Are those F/A plushies?!? No way!" You whipped around to look Todoroki in the eye, on the brink of tears. "I need to buy that stuffed F/C."

Todoroki raised an eyebrow, wordlessly reminding you of the shelves of anime merchandise you already had in your dorm.

Solemnly, you put a hand on your boyfriend's shoulder, closing your eyes. "I'm sorry, but I have to go buy that F/C. I must rescue it. " You raised your other hand in a heroic fist. "As a F/A fan, it is my sworn duty to support the franchise economically. Today, I will bring F/A Studios-" you glanced at the price on the toys in the display case "...nine dollars and ninety-nine cents closer to funding the next installment in the F/A series!"

Todoroki furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Wait a second, I know that anime, you watch it all the time. They're not making another seaso-"

"Of course they are! They've got to! " You cut him off mid-sentence. "You know what would be awesome? If they made it into an GAME. Oh, man, they're totally gonna make it into a gam-"

"They're not going to make it into a ga-" "Shouto! I know you're jealous of F/C, but I can't just leave them here! They need to come home with us! To be a part of our family!" You cracked a smile, your deadpan delivery begginning to fall apart. "We have to raise F/C, Shouto! No one is going to love and respect F/C as much as me!"

By now, he was chuckling along with you. "Hey, how does 'Todoroki F/C' sound?" you teased, giggling.

He rolled his eyes and gently pushed you in the direction of the store. "Go rescue F/C from Crunchimation, Y/N. I, uh, still have a bit more shopping to do, but I'll meet you back here in ten minutes." Todoroki smiled fondly at you as you flashed him a grin.

"Thanks, Shouto, I won't be long!"

You turned on your heel and skipped through the welcoming doorway to otaku heaven.

You were hit with the comforting scent of freshly printed manga, like that of Barnes and Noble. Shelves packed with new issues of tens of dozens of different manga: some series you've re-read three times, some series you were excited to try but never got around to, and some series you'd never even heard of.

"May I help you?" A deep voice cut through your musings.

"No, thank you, I'm just browsing this part of the store. I'm here for the stuffed F/C up front."

"Oh, you like F/C, too? He/She's my favorite character..." You glanced up at the tall, odd-looking boy in the Crunchimation uniform.

"You know, today we have a special offer..."

"F/C is a boy/girl."

He hummed in response, obviously not listening to you. His eyes had dropped from your face, shamelessly checking your body out. You cleared your throat, uncomfortable. His beady eyes snapped back up to yours.

"Oh, really?" you asked, not all that interested. You perused the rows of folded graphic tee's, settling on one with Totoro at the bus stop.

"Yeah," the boy drawled, "if you buy one of these shirts, you get a pair of socks for free."

You backed away from the t-shirt section, smiling awkwardly. "Oh, no, I only have enough money on me for the F/C doll, but thank you." You darted away without waiting for his answer. What a creep, you thought wrinkling your nose in disgust. He obviously hasn't seen F/A, either. You grabbed the first F/C you saw, eager to leave.

"Here." You placed the doll next to the cash register.

"Just this?"

"Yes, just that." You gritted you teeth in frustration.

"You know...You could always just take a shirt now, and...pay me back later. " Once again, he wasn't looking at your face. "Here, take these. I think they'd look great on you." He slid a flat, rectangular package across the counter.

Cautiously, you lifted the plastic-enclosed garment. It was a pair of lacy, thigh-high stockings, probably meant for some skimpy cosplay. A scantily-clad anime girl smirked up at you from the package.

"Look, I hav-"

"Excuse me, sir, but just what do you think you're doing talking to my s/o like that? In fact, you should never talk to anyone like that, you scumbag. You're disgusting and you should be ashamed." Todoroki slammed a ten dollar bill onto the counter. "I'll definitely be sending a scathing e-mail to your employer," he said coldly. With that, he grabbed your hand and the doll and strode out.

As soon as you reached a quieter area under the escalator, Todoroki turned to you. "Y/N, are you okay? What happened?" He grasped your shoulders gently and held you at arm's-length to search your face, then punctuated his question by pulling you into his arms.

"That guy was the only one in there and he was hitting on me really weirdly and I was really uncomfortable." You scrunched up your nose, leaning into his chest.

"Oh my god, Y/N, I'm so sorry! If I had just stayed with you, none of this ever would've happened!" Todoroki's angry voice contrasted his gentle embrace. "I should've been there to protect you," he growled.

"No, it wasn't anyone's fault. Neither of us should have to worry about that kind of thing!" You pulled back slightly to look up at your boyfriend. "I think you handled it very well, though."

He smiled softly. "I wish I'd just stayed with you, but I'm glad you're okay. We can go back to the dorms whenever you want, or we can keep shopping." He paused, reaching into one of his shopping bags. "I know it doesn't make up for leaving you for so long, but I thought you might like this. I actually had it made and just picked it up."

In his hand was a silver, heart-shaped locket. You gingerly picked it up and opened it. Inside was your favorite photo of you and Todoroki. The hinged side was inscribed with, "Love, Shouto".

You flung yourself into his arms, eyes stinging with tears. "Oh my god, Shouto, what the heck? It's beautiful, thank you so much, I love it! I love you!" Your voice cracked with emotion, making you both laugh.

"If you're going to cry, then we should definitely head back to the dorms." He gently took your hand, both of you heading towards the exit.

"Will you watch F/A in my bed with me?"

He paused, feigning irritation. "...Only if we can take a nap after."

You smiled to yourself, looking forward to the short walk back to the dorms and a quiet night in with your favorite anime - - and favorite person.

"Deal."

[dreaming-gamer]

Eyy! Now, I have a proper V HC request, hihi!😍😍😍❤❤❤🙈🙈🙈 The gang ( include anyone you want ) introducing V to his very first cosplay convention!😍😍😍❤❤❤ I'll patiently wait, my dear. I love your V HCs so much😍😍😍❤❤❤

Hello dear! <3<3<3 Thank you so much for liking my headcanons and the request! :D :D :D I’m sorry this one took so long, I should have posted this one much earlier but better late than never? *sweats* 

In any case, here we go! <3<3<3

Random headcanon: Cosplay convention

Nico:

Nico is the first one to jump at the idea when she finds out V has never been to a cosplay convention. She loves those because people just let their creativity flow and she is among them. Creating an impressive cosplay that lets her display her genius, oh that’s right up her alley.

Of course the work on the van and Nero’s Devil Breakers go first, but the Queen of Machines can juggle that and more if needs be. If she’s going to a convention, you can bet she’s going to show off something that’s flashy and functional.

She’s all for helping the others find something they want to dress up in as well, they don’t even have to take something as spectacular as she does, if they don’t want to. If they do, she’s all for helping them with something on the more mechanical style as sewing and fabrics aren’t her thing.

Honestly, she just wants her friends to come along, try the event out. If someone really doesn’t want to dress up, she won’t push the suggestion too much but if she can work on them for a bit, they might open up to it. She’s the one to convince V to come along, claiming she can find just the right character for him.

Though Nico is able and considered fixing a workable Gundam costume (complete with rockets and guns, could it get better?!), she ultimately chose Mei Hatsume from My Hero Academia as her own cosplay character because let’s face it, it would let her show off more of her creations.

The costume itself she found online, cheap and the inventions are the important part, so that’s all good for her. A prototype is customized to function as a flying skateboard for anyone who wants to try, an Overture is remodeled to set off (harmless) fireworks rather than demon-killing sparks, a Dr Faust replica with built-in video and audio to teach you Michael Jackson moves on the go, she brings an array of different inventions and many are a success with younger audiences.

Nero (& Kyrie):

Nero’s never been to a cosplay convention, he’s just as new to them as V is. As a kid, he wanted to dress up and go to gatherings like that because it looked fun and hopefully no one would look at him funny, as they did in the Order.

Now that he feels more secure in his own skin, having come to terms with his heritage and how he can use it to protect his family, Nero doesn’t feel the immediate need to dress up for the convention but when Kyrie mentions it might be fun, he falls for the suggestion.

Whenever the orphans’ clothes get holes, Kyrie fixes them with her sewing but she is uncertain she has the skills and the time to fix herself and Nero matching outfits in time for the convention, when they have both decided they’ll go. And Nico has convinced them that they’ll have the most fun if they dress up.

Nero is supportive, he’s fine with whichever costume Kyrie wants to do, he doesn’t push and he’s fine with just going as they are as well if it spares Kyrie some trouble, but the kids are very insistent. And Kyrie sometimes has a hard time saying no to them.

Knowing it’s one of Kyrie’s favorite Disney movies, Nero suggests Beauty and the Beast for the two of them. Kyrie wants Nero to have fun and get the whole experience by dressing up, but at first, she is a little bit hesitant about his suggestion. She never wants Nero to feel like she doubts him or his humanity ever again.

They have been through a lot and so, they just talk it out, ending the discussion with soft whispers of love and care and in agreement over their choice.

As for their costumes, they don’t buy anything new. They check their closets for anything unused or something that can just be adjusted. In their eyes, the details don’t have to be perfect as long as they are both having fun. Kyrie also has a field day trying to put make-up on Nero’s face for the Beast look. Honestly, she does a good job. And the clothes she adjusted for Nero’s blue Beast attire, as well as her own blue and white dress for Belle, look great and she feels proud over her work.

At the convention, Nero will make sure to keep an eye on her, make sure she won’t be dehydrated or stay on her feet for too long in queues. It’s mostly unexplored ground for both of them, but they have a lot of fun just people-watching and following the three orphans under their care around, as the boys point out characters that they know everywhere. If the boys don’t recognize someone, they’ll run right up and ask.

Their camera roll is full of pictures of other cosplayers and the kids posing at the end of the day. And Nico snuck in a few pictures of Nero and Kyrie as well.

Dante:

It’s a party, Dante’s interested, enough said. He doesn’t mind grabbing the most ridiculous outfits if it gives him the love of the crowd. At a convention, people of all ages gather so it will be some simple, awesome fun.

As for him choosing a cosplay, the Dr. Faust hat has made him realize he rocks wearing a hat so he initially thought of cosplaying Alucard from Hellsing but after realizing V would cosplay another Alucard, he switched gears. Actually, Dante might just prefer cosplaying a character that likes having fun, just like he does.

By coincidence, he found Vash the Stampede from Trigun and though there is no hat involved, hey, the guy rocks red just as well as Dante does and he uses guns. Does Dante know anything about the character? Not really but that doesn’t stop him from rocking it. Plus, Dante already has red clothes, it’s just a matter of going into character because adjusting those clothes, he knows not how to do.

At said convention, he instantly clicks with a Deadpool cosplayer and they dance to Michael Jackson songs. They also photobomb some cosplay shoots, all in good fun. He lives for the spirit of people just having fun and humans just being humans, gathering thanks to a common interest.

Dante is the type who comes to a convention with several outfits. Or at least he would, if he had enough money for it. Since most of his paycheck goes to keeping the gas, water and electricity at Devil May Cry running, he resorts to simple, but effective ways to show off character, both his own and from other series.

V:

When the idea of going to a cosplay convention is first introduced to him, along with what it actually entails, he’s a bit skeptical. Nico telling him that there will be a ton of people doesn’t really sell him on it as he’s not that fond of crowds. But hearing that many will dress up as characters from stories they enjoy catches his attention. If he agrees to go, maybe he should be sure to make the most of it. And when Nico notices that shift in his demeanor, she keeps pushing him to join, juuust a bit.

For V, cosplay sounds like a way to show appreciation for characters and the stories they star in. Being the big fan of literature and poetry that he is, this aspect of the event does trigger his interest but when Nico gives him the idea to try out cosplay himself, she suggests that he shouldn’t go with cosplaying William Blake. Griffon laughs out loud at the mere idea but his suggestion of V cosplaying as a Disney princess (the orphans under Nero’s and Kyrie’s care have tried to show the avian various Disney movies, further adding to his arsenal of nicknames for V), is equally shot down.

V does want to put some thought and care into who to cosplay, but he also acknowledges his lack of sewing skills and is not too into the thought of buying a costume for himself with his limited funds. Kyrie offers to help but he is hesitant to accept it, seeing how she is trying to make something wearable for both herself, Nero and three little boys.

Ultimately, Nico and surprisingly, Dante become his greatest helpers. The childhood home of the sons of Spardas might have mostly fallen apart, but there are still some of their father’s old black robes in one of the rooms. It needs some adjustments, being too big on V’s lean frame, but the length is pretty spot on.

Nico demonstrates an automatic multi-tool that includes both measuring and sewing capabilities, as well as a laser pointer and a demon alarm that accidentally trips when Griffon is present. V doesn’t ask why she saw the necessity to put all of those functions together, but in the end, two of them are helpful for their situation. And she will show it off at the convention, as part of her genius.

How Dante does it, V doesn’t know, but one day, a long blonde wig is delivered to Devil May Cry, perfect for his decided cosplay. Turns out Dante’s flirt with the lady at the costume shop was helpful.

Ultimately, V feels very satisfied with his appearance as Alucard from Castlevania. The black robes are a different material from his regular leather vest but it’s still in black and thus, he feels right at home in it rather quickly. The long blonde wig takes some more time to adjust to.

What he had not anticipated were people asking to photograph him in this getup but thankfully, V took his time to research his character’s lines and mannerisms. Alucard is a gentleman, so V doesn’t find it very hard at all.

During the convention, Nero and Kyrie have enough on their plate, keeping an eye on the boys, so Nico usually stays close to V. Their chosen media are not anything alike, but that hardly matters. Nico is easily swept up in the excitement of the convention and seeing her makes V think that letting loose once in a while isn’t so bad.

Griffon stars in V’s cosplay as well, dressed up as a bat.

The next day, V will be a bit socially exhausted. Expect him to keep to himself with his book and tea for a good remainder of the day.

[prrplwtch]

Hello! Can I request general wedding head canons with the boys? Thank you!!

Hi nonnie :) Of course, sorry it took a while 💜

Lucifer:

Lucifer does not want his wedding to be a big affair, but the moment Diavolo finds out that his best friend is getting married, it turns into a huge affair.

Diavolo insists the wedding happens in his castle and Lucifer accepts.

Lucifer is highly involved in the planning - the man likes to control everything in his life, and wedding is definitely no exception. 

The primary wedding color will likely be red, with a lot of red roses incorporated into decorations. 

Lucifer insists that he helps pick out his intended’s wedding attire, just to make sure that it is the right kind of fancy for the occasion. All arguments about that being bacd luck would fall on deaf ears. 

Diavolo will be Lucifer’s best man. 

The wedding is so well-planned that it runs very smoothly - mostly because Lucifer’s brothers are behaving themselves because they know just what would happen if any of them start something. 

Lucifer will likely will opt for traditional Devildom wedding vows. 

The happy couple’s first dance is utterly gorgeous. Because it had been practiced time and time again. 

After the party is over, Lucifer and his new spouse leave to enjoy some newly-married fun. 

Mammon

Mammon is terrible at planning, so his intended will probably have to be the one to plan the entire wedding. 

But, besides his inability to plan, he’s also pretty chill with whatever it is that his s/o wants, so he’d just go along. 

Seeing as funds are pretty limited, as Mammon is perpetually broke and likely has already started on his s/o’s money if they commingled finances, the wedding likely would not be a big affair, almost exclusively family and a few friends.

Mammon’s best man is Levi - how that came about is not clear, but everyone just went along, not wanting to question in.

Mammon will probably ask so to include yellow/gold into the wedding decor, since that’s his color.

Mammon’s s/o will likely need to get involved in him buying the suit for the wedding, simply to ensure that it is proper for the occasion.

Mammon will likely opt out of traditional vows and try to write his own. He’ll get flustered, of course, looking at his s/o’s happy face as he recites them, and probably mess up. It’s ok, his so loves him anyways. 

Then Mammon will find himself blushing profusely, as he has to kiss his now spouse in front of other people. 

The wedding overall would have a relaxed, happy, simple atmosphere. 

He’ll definitely won’t be able to wait until the end of the party to get...intimate with his new spouse, so they’ll likely depart during the middle of the party. 

Leviathan

Levi had been planning his theoretical wedding in his head for the longest while. Of course, initially his bride was Ruri-chan, but, MC will have to do. 

He is so happy when his s/o agrees to have Levi’s favorite anime as wedding theme. 

The wedding will be a very small affair - Levi doesn’t have many friends outside of his family, and it’s not like MC can invite many people to Devildom. 

Upon MC’s instance, Levi would consider making one of his brothers his best man, but in the end he’ll still opt for his best friend Henry 2.0.

Levi’s suit and his s/o’s wedding attire would also be themed after his favorite anime. 

He’d find himself tear up as his s/o walks to the Devildom’s equivalent of altar to one of his favorite ever anime songs.

Definitely opts for writing his own vows. Refers to TSL too many times. 

Is hugely embarrassed about kissing his now spouse in front of so many people. 

The figurines on the wedding cake are him and his now spouse in cosplay.

Levi and s/o disappear quite quickly from the wedding party - both to enjoy marital bliss, but also because they are tired of being around so many people.

Satan

This man will probably opt for a traditional wedding. Satan’s pretty good at planning, but, unlike Lucifer, will actually involve his s/o in the process.

The wedding is probably going to be bigger than a lot of people expect - Satan has a lot of good acquaintances and friends and he wants to invite them all. this is inspired by one of his devilgram stories.

The decor for the wedding will likely feature quite a bit of emerald green color. 

And cats - there will definitely be a cat motif, is not straight up cat guests.

After pondering for a while, Satan invites Asmo to be his best man, and Asmo agrees. 

Satan chooses a traditional-looking suit for the wedding. He, of course, doesn’t tell MC what they should wear to the wedding, but reminds them to be mindful of the wedding’s theme. 

Like Lucifer would likely go for traditional vows, although he might decide against it if he heard in one of his dramas or read in one of his books some kind of vows that he liked. 

Weeding cake? More like wedding apple pie - and that’s probably the only non-traditional element in the entire wedding. 

The first dance is to some song that he and s/o heard in one of the romance dramas that they watched together that he really liked. 

While Satan fully intended to stay for the entire duration of the party, he and his s/o will find themselves quite impatient to be alone, so they’ll leave slightly after the halfway point.

Asmodeus

Asmo loves parties - and planning a wedding, especially his own wedding is quite exciting. He involves his s/o in the planning. 

It’s a grand affair, and he plans to have a reception in one of the most famous clubs in the Devildom. 

His s/o is shocked to find out just how many people Asmo knows, but Asmo’s such a life of the party that it’s no surprise at all.

Pink, everything is going to be pink - the decorations, the cake, the napkins, everything.

Asmo picks Satan as his best man, which Satan begrudgingly accepts. 

Likely will get very emotional during the wedding vows that he wrote himself that he might start tearing up a little bit - he just loves his s/o so much. 

Wedding kiss? More like wedding make out session, that his s/o has to interrupt before too long. 

The reception is a huge party in one of the best clubs in the devildom. Asmo spent quite a bit of time picking out both his and his s/o attires for it.

Wedding cake? No thank, there’s a tower of wedding cupcakes. 

Everyone’s surprised that Asmo and his new spouse did not leave the party early to go enjoy some...fun newlywed activities, but joke’s on them - Asmo & s/o managed to get some private time as they were switching from ceremony clothes to reception clothes.

Beelzebub

Beel is not very big on planning, so his s/o would likely have to do most of the planning for the wedding. The one thing that Beel definitely would be involved in is the wedding menu.

Will likely be a medium-sized wedding - Beel seems to have a fair number of friends. 

Who is Beel’s best man? Belphie, of course, as if that was even a real question. 

Beel would likely let his s/o choose the wedding suit for him if the s/o insists. 

During the wedding Beel is likely to get all emotional - the rest of the guests will likely to get emotional too when he reads his own vows, which, while very simple, communicate perfectly the whole depth of his feelings for his s/o

At the after-party everyone will be overwhelmed and excited by the amount and variety of the food. 

The reception would have a light, fun, happy atmosphere, and the guests would be quite happy spending their time dancing and eating the food.

Beel and his s/o will feed each other wedding cake :) 

The merriment will last into the night and into the wee hours of the morning. 

Beel’s spouse will likely fall asleep at the wedding tired from all the food and dancing and Beel will carry them back to the room. Then the two of them would cuddle to sleep - there’s always time to enjoy some newlywed fun later, in the morning. 

Belphegor

Belphie is not big on planning, so like with Beel, his s/o will probably have to be the one to plan the wedding.

He doesn’t want to have a big wedding - first, he does not have all that many friends outside the family, and, second, planning a big wedding is too much effort. 

His best man is, of course, Beel. 

Belphie will insist on picking out his own wedding suit - the suit he ends up choosing is a little bit less formal than his s/o would like, but Belphie is pretty happy, as it is quite comfortable to catch quick naps in. 

Belphie, just like some of his brothers would likely opt for traditional vows. 

Wedding decorations heavily feature color purple because it’s Belphie’s favorite color and his s/o wants to make him happy. 

During the tossing of the bouquet, it’s Beel who catches it, and while Belphie makes a joke about it to his twin, he truly he hopes that one day his brother will find the love and happiness that he had found. 

Belphie realizes that it might have been a mistake, letting his brother help out with the wedding menu, when he sees just how much food is on the tables during reception. Nonetheless, he cannot be mad at his brother. 

Belphie and his new spouse leave the party pretty early - they want to have enough time to properly...enjoy each other’s company before they drift off to sleep. 

[seashellsoldier]

“A Libertarian Walks Into a Bear” by Matthew Hongoltz-Hetling

This is undoubtedly the most entertaining book I’ve read in years. Not that libertarianism isn’t hilarious on its own ridiculous footing, but every attempt at some microcosmic utopia fails miserably. Free Town probably earns second prize in crackpot ideas though, just behind Jonestown. “Get yer gov’ment out of my taxes!” “Get yer gov’ment out of my Medicare!” “Get yer gov’ment out of my unemployment insurance . . . those COVID relief checks . . . my potable water . . . the electrical grid . . . fire departments and hospitals and community centers . . . school systems and healthcare and libraries . . . game wardens . . . and bridges . . . and roads . . . and dams . . . and get yer g’damned gov’ment out of my guns, Guns, GUNS!!!!” (To libertarians, it seems, everything can be resolved with guns.)

“The creation of America’s first Free Town was so ambitious in scope that it seemed doomed from the start, and indeed, almost every such population-level social experiment in history has failed spectacularly. Most efforts at planned communities involve artificially populating an uninhabited place, like a stretch of desert or an island—as in 1972, when a Nevada millionaire and his libertarian friends declared independent ownership of an island off the coast of New Zealand (a claim that was promptly quashed by the New Zealand military).

The building of utopias is limited by the rarity of visionaries with deep pockets. Building a new community from scratch requires millions or billions of dollars to create an infrastructure and overcome the challenges preventing people from living there in the first place. Henry Ford, whose assembly line kick-started the automobile revolution, learned this the hard way when his planned Amazonian utopia, Fordlandia, succumbed in the 1930s to the threats of rainforest blight, cultural clashes, and an unhelpful Brazilian government.

The four libertarians who came to New Hampshire had thinner wallets than Ford and other would-be utopians, but they had a new angle they believed would help them move the Free Town Project out of the realm of marijuana-hazed reveries and into reality.

Instead of building from scratch, they would harness the power and infrastructure of an existing town—just as a rabies parasite can co-opt the brain of a much larger organism and force it to work against its own interests, the libertarians planned to apply just a bit of pressure in such a way that an entire town could be steered toward liberty” (p. 48).

New Hampshire really is a microcosm of Caucasian America’s problems, fueled by Ayn Rand’s Galt’s Gulch rose-filtered parable, and the Free Town Project a fringe of that, with Free Town having a fringe of their fringe, and a fringe of that fringe’s fringe on downward into those who wet-dream of 1790s’ live-off-the-land pioneering colonialism.  

“For Grafton’s Free Towners, Rand’s vision of a market-driven society was what kept them privatizing and deregulating everything they could. For seven long years, they joined thrift-minded allies in issuing vociferous challenges to every rule and tax dollar is sight; one by one, expenditures were flayed from the municipal budget, bits of services peeled away like so much flesh”</i> (p. 125). The results are predictably ruinous. Infrastructure fell apart; crime went up; disputes, blame, and tribalism poured from social media feeds into the streets; and all the while, the bears foraged throughout. <i>“What seemed clear was this: in a town that refused to allow the government to protect it from bears, vigilantism seemed the only option. Just as libertarians wanted, it was every man, woman, and bear for themselves” (p. 234).

BBQ BEER FREEDOM

From Ruby Ridge to the Capital Hill insurrection, ignorant flag-waving yokels have screamed for their moronic “freedom” from the chains of civic responsibility, the duties of citizenship, and simple Christian moral accountability. “Freedom. Freedom! To the obedience-averse libertarians, the clarion call was—ironically—irresistible, a liberation-tinted tractor beam that drew them deep into Grafton’s wilds.

Those who moved to Grafton under the banner of the Free Town Project between 2004 and 2009 were free radicals, unbounded to existing living situations, because they had either too much money or not enough” (p. 78). It’s better to watch your neighbor’s house burn down than fund a local fire department.

Now of course if governments big and small managed their budgets better, libertarian-bashing would be an easier argument, Charles Koch, Roger Stone, Jeff Bezos, Donald Trump and their ilk be damned. It’s almost impossible to count how many hundreds of billions—maybe even trillions—of dollars get wasted every year, from healthcare to the military, grift and graft, bridges to nowhere, etc., food and electricity and potable water, subsidies for monolithic industries year after year and decade after decade, and tax breaks/shelters/loopholes for the filthy rich and their corporations, while our physical and human infrastructure continues to suffer and degrade year after year and decade after decade. Our plutocratic priorities are backwards (unless you’re a plutocrat), and finding an unbiased assessment of waste in the US, for me, is challenging. Ugh, I digress.

This really is a funny book; I laughed out loud often at the author’s wit and sarcasm. Hongoltz-Hetling’s literary voice harkens back to the glory days of A Prairie Home Companion, and this cast of characters fits perfectly into the good-natured buffoonery of such backwoods stage-play. These aren’t your Nazi-saluting gym rats cosplaying Call of Duty soldiers with their American flag capes and InfoWars codpieces. These are “rugged men” (and some women) who languish (not unlike Ted Kaczynski) in the woodland fortresses of their own Fantasyland, armed to the hilt and proud of it, and they have apparently been infecting the entire state with their wingnuttery. If New Hampshire tries to “secede from the Union”, I say let ‘em. “From my cold, dead hand!”

(shrug) “OK.”

The bears, of course, have a serious role too, and Hongoltz-Hetling gives them pleasant prominence.   Patrick Blanchfield reviewed this book for The New Republic as well, highlighting the problems of New Hampshire overall (https://newrepublic.com/article/159662/libertarian-walks-into-bear-book-review-free-town-project): “The bear problem, in other words, is much bigger than individual libertarian cranks refusing to secure their garbage. It is a problem born of years of neglect and mismanagement by legislators, and, arguably, indifference from New Hampshire taxpayers in general, who have proved reluctant to step up and allocate resources to Fish and Game, even as the agency’s traditional source of funding—income from hunting licenses—has dwindled. Exceptions like Doughnut Lady aside, no one wants bears in </i>their<i> backyard, but apparently no one wants to invest sustainably in institutions doing the unglamorous work to keep them out either. Whether such indifference and complacency gets laundered into rhetoric of fiscal prudence, half-baked environmentalism, or individual responsibility, the end result is the same: The bears abide—and multiply.”

Another imploding social experiment, but it will surely not be the last. “I have no doubt that Grafton will make the news again, in some wild, unpredictable way. The soil there may be rocky, but it’s fertile ground for dreams, and humans will always be drawn to places where they can slip off the radar of communal oversight and nurture their own private worlds” (p. 316). This nation as a whole needs serious course-correction, and such Petri dishes like the Free Town Project show symptoms of a sick society desperately grasping for alternatives. The fabric is frayed, fraying further, possibly deteriorating for certain circles, and I wonder if it can ever be sewn into the beautiful tapestry it could possibly be.

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Sabriel! - I know I keep coming to the cookie shop and for some reason it’s always your shift but don’t you dare judge me I need these for my sanity

Oh, I had such fun writing this! Hope it's a good time for you, too ~ Thanks for the prompt, Petra, and sorry for the late answer! What follows is going to be fluffy in general, with a dash of crack - so no warnings to give! Enjoy ~

***

A Regular at Cookiehana.

The chimes outside the door chime cheerfully, as it swings open in coordination to Gabriel’s groan. He’d finally gotten comfortable in his chair - (you know how chairs can be, on one’s first day of work) - but he has to sit up.

As he does, his eyes fall on the customer. Gabriel has to raise his eyes some more to meet speckled hazel ones - which he thinks he’s seen before, in the corner of his mind, and holy crap, this guy is tall. He’s also wide, but skinny - and has hair which covers his forehead entirely.

When Gabriel smiles at him, in response to a returned gaze, it’s not just his stellar customer-service etiquette in play.

“You’re,” Gabriel’s voice trails off, as the guy crosses the distance to the counter in a couple large steps, shoving his phone into his pocket. “You’re Sam.”

“And you’re good at this game,” Sam returns, with the distracted air of someone who doesn’t know he’s being funny. “Gabriel.” He adds, blinking as if he’s speaking half from memory, and half leaning in to read his glossy new nametag.

“Finally.” Gabriel grins. “Someone who’s at my level, in Guess-a-Name-2, trademark symbol attached.”

Sam shrugs at him, and Gabriel looks at him a little bit more, to distinguish the tired eyes from a polite smile. He doesn’t say anything else, and they only stick around looking at each other for a second, before Sam is bending from the hip to check out the cookies on display earnestly, and Gabriel has to try to get used to the notion, and not think about how it looks like Sam disappeared - from the other end of the counter.

“Aren’t you Cas’s brother?” Sam asked, suddenly, still not straightening from where he was crouched to get a better look.

“Yeah,” Gabriel hummed. So that’s how they knew each other. Scenes came flipping to his head. Cas’s birthday weekend, finally getting to meet the Dean he keeps talking about, and his freshman brother, Sam Winchester. The food, the drinks - and the drinking together. The conversation - Sam had said, he was pre-law. Gotten more drunk. He’d said he liked to call their brothers being together, something called a Destiel. Another yellow drink. He’d said he thought Gabriel’s Han Solo cosplay was cute.

Good times.

“Cassie keeps yapping about your brother.” Gabriel tells him, musing. “It’s adorable, really.”

“I was a freshman, back then.” Sam finally rises. “I finish college next year. But, them? They haven’t been able to get over themselves and confess, yet.” Sam sighs. “A White Chocolate Macadamia, please.” He adds, randomly.

“On it.” Gabriel nods, glancing sideways at the cookie in question. “Maybe they’ll do it this year, when they graduate and realize how pathetic they are to everyone but each other. You having the cookie here, or to go?”

“To go. And I guess I hope so, too.”

Gabriel sets about packing the one cookie. It looks scrumptious, and smells heavenly - hell, this guy’s got great taste - and Gabriel already knows what he’s going to sneak out for dinner. (Not entirely legal ones, but perks, you see.) “Here.” He says, handing it out. “Toast your cookie-milk to those dumbasses when you’re done, ‘kay?”

Sam takes it with a huge smile, and it’s one of the contagious kinds, and Gabriel’s stood there basking in it for a moment. “Thank you. And, yep. You got it.” He pulls out his wallet from his faded blue jeans.

As he pays, Gabriel can’t resist the urge to say it. “Also, congratulations. You’re my second customer ever, and the first was just my boss, the big man here, in disguise trying to check on me, so that’s that.”

Sam laughs at that, softly. “Congratulations to you, too.” Sam’s holding the cookie-box in both his hands, once he’s received his change - and it’s downright adorable, is what it is to Gabriel.

So, of course he’s got to ruin the moment. “You know what, Samshine? Never took you to be the type for cookies at 10 pm on a Wednesday.”

Sam frowns, just the littlest bit. “Well, I never took you as the type to ever work for money, but here we are.”

“Already jabbing at the trust fund, huh? Fair.” Gabriel chuckled, not offended in the least. “But in my defense, I’m only here for the cookies. And 'cause they said no one shows up during this shift.”

“Well, they probably just lied to get you to agree.” Gabriel fakes being appalled, and Sam goes on. “I mean, this place is college adjacent. You -”

“Yeah, you never know who might need a cookie, with all y'all weirdos.” Gabriel finishes, smirking.

“You have no idea how correct you are.” Sam tells him. “Goodnight, Gabriel.” And he walks out, another polite smile in place.

“Thank you for your visit.” Gabriel calls after him, “Come again, to Cookiehana.”

And he has no idea, that he might just have predicted the future.

Gabriel sees him take the right, for the bus stand, he guesses - and then returns to his chair, trying to fit in that perfect way, from before he’d been interrupted by his only to-be regular, ever.

*

Sam shows up. Every day.

Around the same time, wearing similar clothes each night, like he didn’t really intend to go out, but then tucked himself in an oversized hoodie and set off to Cookiehana impromptu - and he might order different cookies mostly, but Gabriel likes to think he knows his favorites, like a typical provider-regular relationship ought to be.

“I should try your M&M cookie.” Sam declares, as he walks in at 10 again, to an empty shop.

“Good evening to you, too.” Gabriel throws back, rolling his eyes, but sets about packing the dessert in question.

*

Sam’s waiting for his peanut butter cookies. Gabriel’s taking longer than usual, because they’re out of the pretty white cardboard, they fold into boxes, so Gabriel’s hunting in the back for more. It’s been a good week.

“You think I should start bringing back the boxes you give me every night?” Sam proposes, deadpan in place. “I’ve managed to procure enough to build a pile.”

“You sure love your cookies, Sammich.” Gabriel shrugs.

Sam’s clearly in one of his moods - Gabriel has noticed that there’s days when he’s really tired, and just wants to get back soon; and then there’s days when he wants to have a conversation, while Gabriel prepares his cookie to take away.

Today is certainly the former, and the bags under his eyes are quite pronounced. Gabriel’s wondering if he’s smooth enough to slip in a question about his sleep schedule, in the middle of a cookie discussion. Starting your last year in college is hard. He wonders if Sam needs to talk about something serious, to vent or simply, to panic out loud. But, because he’s Gabriel, he instead chooses to ask him the question that’s been clinging to him, for a while, now.

“Do you have a cat?”

“I am my own cat.” Sam delivers it with such a perfect lack of emotion, that Gabriel almost bursts with laughter.

“That’s the spirit.” He tells him, and hands him his cookie.

Sam takes it, and there’s a hint of a smile on his lips, now. He puts the money down on the counter, and Gabriel returns the change by putting the coins on the counter too, but Sam is already on his way out.

“Hey!” Gabriel yells. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Sam - very earnestly - looks down at the cookies he’s holding. “No?”

“Your change, Sammyhana.” Gabriel rolls his eyes, and walks out from behind the counter to hand it over, because Sam has a perfectly shaken expression. “What are ya staring at? Thought I didn’t have legs, before?” He adds, shifting weight to the other hip.

“No, I -” Sam shuts himself up. And shoves the change in his pocket. “Thank you, Gabriel. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Gabriel hums, as a segue. “Counting on it. Wait -” He calls for a second time, when Sam’s almost out the door. He leans against a pillar.

“I was meaning to make something clear between us.”

Sam raises his eyebrows.

“Look. I need to know that you know, that I’m willing to host an intervention any day you feel like you’ve lost control.” Gabriel purses his lips, to keep himself from laughing. “You just need to text me once, man, and like send me all your contacts, and we’ll all be here for you, with a cookie-ntervention.”

Sam pauses. Opens his mouth. Then closes it again. Gabriel keeps on looking at him, enjoying the way the sutble smile settles on Sam’s features.

“Thanks, but I’ve got it covered.” Sam says, eventually. “These have really been keeping the anxiety at bay. And increasing my functionality. Honestly, just need these cookies to keep myself sane, but that’s all.”

Gabriel bites his lip.

“So, rehab then?”

*

It’s raining, and it’s raining hard. Gabriel is half considering setting up camp here, if it goes on for too long. The chair’s familiar with his ass now, so that’s the bedding - and it’s a cookie shop, so that’s the dinner.

Though, he thinks randomly, surely it’s alright for him to lock the place and get out of there early, considering no one would wish to buy cookies in a storm, at night. He’s still toying with the prospect of sending Chuck a message that he’ll be ending his shift early, when there’s a noise outside the shop. Maybe one of his friends - Meg, it could only be Meg - came to rescue him in a car. Then, the door swings open with a loud noise - letting in the thundering backdrop of the rain too.

It’s Sam.

“Oh my God.” His hair is wet and flattened over his head, though he’s carrying an umbrella meant for a small ice cream stand, considering how large it is.

“Good evening, to you too.” Sam replies, breaking into a breathless smile as he sets the umbrella to dry in a corner of the otherwise empty shop.

“You’ve got a problem.” Gabriel tells him, meaning every word.

“Is the shop closed?” Sam contemplates, out loud. He’s not completely himself, somehow. Like the rain has caused the dry exterior to slide off. He sounds like he had, that one time three years back, and is wearing such an easy smile.

“Apparently not.” Gabriel smiles back, not even trying to fight it once he realized he wouldn’t win.

“Then, may I please buy a cookie?” Sam dug out a wallet. “Chocolate Chip. My midterms are over. I needed to celebrate, okay? Weather can’t stop me.”

Gabriel didn’t leave to get the cookie yet. He simply stared Sam in the eyes. “You don’t got a problem.” He informs him. “How did it go?”

Sam rubs the back of his head, with the kind of shy modesty that Gabriel recognizes from Castiel.

“So you kicked it in the ass?” He asks, instead.

Sam shrugs. “Feels like it.”

“I’m so proud.” Gabriel beams at him. He finally goes to pull out the chocolate chip tray.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think that you’d probably be closing 'cause of the storm.” Sam mumbles, as if his high spirits had begun to subside, as Gabriel’s eyes left his. “Just rushed out here. I’ll just take my one cookie, and then you can leave too.”

“Do you see me folding you a box, Samwise? This isn’t to-go. Have you even seen the fucking sky, you idiot?” He isn’t able to mean it with menace, at all. “You’re staying, and having it right here.”

Sam doesn’t even protest, so there’s that.

Gabriel hands the cookie to him on a white plate, which is just the perfect size to serve cookies in. He looks up to meet Sam’s eyes again, but Sam’s only got eyes for the cookies - he doesn’t even mind, because once the cookie’s been heated, the chips begin to melt into this wonderful gooey chocolate, and it’s just -

Sam picks it up, and takes a bite.

Gabriel dramatically gasps, as if on cue. “Just like that?”

“No offense,” Sam sounds unsure. “How else do I -”

“What kind of barbarian doesn’t have milk with their cookie, Samsquatch?” Gabriel frowns. “Oh, fuck it. I’m getting you a glass.” Gabriel bent, to get a glass. “Also, guess what? The complimentary milk is supposed to be served in a bowl-shaped whatever, but I suppose I could bend company rules for our only regular.”

“I thought you were going to say your favorite customer.” Sam smirks.

“Of course.” Gabriel agrees. “I get you a glass, for being our only regular. I heat the milk, cause you’re my favorite.”

Sam’s eyes shine.

“Go. I’ll be right over with all the good stuff, Samantha.” Gabriel nudges, and Sam agrees, and scopes out a table from where he can see what Gabriel is up to.

When Gabriel shoots a glance in his direction, he’s looking right at him, so. He obviously instantly mucks things up, and clicks for 2 hours, instead of 2 minutes, on the microwave. When he’s finally gotten the milk perfectly heated, he adds another cookie to the plate and beams at the presentation. It’s perfect, with a brown and a white cookie against the background of a white plate, and a coaster for the glass of milk in the same tray.

When he walks over to Sam, he sees him clicking away on his phone instead.

A weird kind of feeling envelopes him. “Texting the missus that the cookieman held you captive?”

“What? No.” Sam puts his phone down, with a smile. “I don’t call you cookieman, in front of anybody ever. That’s just Dean. He’s asking about the storm.”

“Ah.” And the weird feeling almost completely dissipates, though that doesn’t help him in ignoring the reason why it showed up in the first place. “Here you go.”

Sam looks at all the things on the tray. “Okay.”

Gabriel sits down across him. “How do you feel, when you know you’re about to have the best meal of your life, Sambo?”

“Fuck.” And Gabriel can’t tell if that’s from the bite of milk-soaked cookie he just took, or in answer to this question. “I’m an idiot for not always having ate them like this.”

“It’s alright, I’ll still feed you.” Gabriel grins, patting his hand. Sam’s eyes light up, as he grinned too - and if those eyes simply aren’t the most beautiful thing, ever, he doesn’t know what else was.

“You’re joining me?” Sam pushes the tray towards the middle of the table.

“Nah, I got that cookie for you. Compliments of the shop. Kicking ass at college, showing up in a storm, and all that.” Gabriel tells him, but he’s still got his eyes on the other cookie, and Sam chuckles.

“I’ll buy another one for myself, when I’m done. You have this. I don’t want to eat by myself, please?” Sam urges, and doesn’t have to say it another time, because Gabriel all but shrugs off his courtesy and takes it - soon joining Sam in all his moaning appreciation, and heartfelt compliments expressed in the form of profanities because that’s the height of poetry these days.

*

And as they spend the rainy evening like that, dipping their cookies in milk and nibbling at them to savor every bit of perfection flooding their senses - they talk, and they listen, and it’s all that it needs to be.

And then, Sam says, “By the way, about before? I don’t have a girlfriend. Still, uh, kinda figuring out my type.” And Gabriel blinks at him, awestruck that he’s still thinking of that, and maybe blushes a little, but it doesn’t stop him from adding, “I already know my type, though. In fact, I might be getting to know my type a little more, this evening.” And then it’s Sam’s turn to turn pink, and that’s exactly how they spend the evening - and it’s all just right.

***

AND that’s PART-ONE of COOKIEHANA, blogfolk! I was originally gonna make it longer, but then I decided to let it be - and if y’all like this one, I might post the part-two sometime! THANK YOU for reading, and I dearly hope you had a good time! Please share or comment, and have a great day ahead! KEEP IT SAILING ~

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Making Fiends and Influencing Ponies

An Anthro *Tail* of the Mane Six

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Twilight actually nodded at the outrageous claim that her seal was needed to be sure that she got her tax cut.  “It does, in fact, assure that, true.  However, the primary reason is simpler.  I send my agents to the address to determine whether the siezure or eviction is properly justified.  If it is, besides getting my seal to go ahead, I try to see that the evicted ponies are taken care of.  I do not want to have homeless ponies in Ponyville.”

Ex judge Horsefry snorted, “What do you do if you think it ain't justified?  Leave some poor landlord stuck for mortgage payments or property repairs?”

“They already are, MISTER Horsefry.  That is required to be in EVERY lease or rental contract.  A condition required to collect any rent or payment is that the property be maintained in a condition suitable for the intended use.

“In the past, the Crown investigation has uncovered many instances of evictions of tenants for requesting that REQUIRED repairs or maintainence be made.  That is illegal and those evictions were stopped.”

Horsefry stompped angrily, “That fool bleeding heart way of handling trivial things has cost Sir Snobbin Realty thousands of gold bits!”

It was Princess Luna who smiled like a shark about to bite!  “I am so happy to hear that eviction is such a trivial matter!  Bailiff, would you please serve this formal notice of eviction and property seizure to mister Horsefry?  Princess Twilight's seal is not required as it has both Celestia's and Mine.”

“What!? You got no grounds for seizing my home!”

Princess Luna snorted, “425 reasons, actually.  According to this report, that is how many seizures or evictions you pulled this post dating stunt on.”  She paused to swig some coffee and take a bite from a chocolate croissant with strawberry filling before continuing, “Each one is a count of Criminal Judicial Misconduct.  Those each carry a fine of one hundred golden bits.  Add in your portion of the damages to the Carousel's property and restitution to the assorted dancing mares that you had a direct hand in robbing and you owe just over three fourths of a million golden bits.  Seven hundred sixty five thousand four hundred and forty six golden bits, to be precise.

“According to your tax records, your total value of all assets combined is only fifteen thousand two hundred and seventy four golden bits.  Of course, it is always possible that you lied on your taxes but even if you did, I doubt that you have the necessary funds to pay what you presently owe.  Your house, lands and accounts will be set against your debit.”

“Um, Princess, I had no hand in the destruction of the antiques.  Reverend Tightcollar ordered that.  Anything connected to them should be dropped.  As for the claim that the dancing mares are due any restitution, I deny that.  They got that money by acts of lewdness. Ponyville cannot allow such behavior to be rewarded.”

Twilight lifted a paper and glanced over it before she spoke up.  “I have witness statements that contradict what you have just said. Specifically, the statements of the subverted officers concerning the illegal raid on the Carousel.  They all unanimously agree that you personally told them to not only carry out the raid and arrests, you told them to smash the door pane and the cash register.”

“I was only relaying Reverend Tightcollar's orders.”

Twilight intervened, “I am sorry but we did make clear at the beginning that no such defense will be accepted.  You were a willing part of the chain of command unless you can show us otherwise.”  She returned to her chocolate and strawberry Bismark and warm coffee.

It was Princess Luna who pointed out, “Simply because you disapprove of how another makes their living gives you no right to take away their legally earned or acquired money or goods.  What the dancers do was and is legal.  The taking by force of their earnings under any pretext is theft.  THAT IS ILLEGAL.  The dancer's restitution order stands.”

Twilight's reaching hands found no more of her favorite treats and settled for a vanilla topped twist.  Before biting into it, she stated, “So far, we have been hearing from the big fish.  I want to hear from the bottom of this food chain.  What do the officers have to say for themselves?  They did the actual raids.  We can always get any of the dancers, Pinkie Pie, Rarity or Kin to fill out what they tell us.”

Celestia snorted into her coffee!  “We need to get Pinkie here anyway! Those butterscotch treats seem to have evaporated!”

Luna, putting away her Magic Net mirror, chuckled, “Taken care of, Sister!  She was at the Carousel with a friend helping out on the costumes.  She is now hard at work replacing all of our snacks!  I told her to bring Kin with her when she makes the delivery.”

Rarity, Kin and Minty were hard at work, getting the new costumes made. Pinkie put away her Magic Net mirror and bailed for the kitchen!

“Kin! They just called from the trials!  We need to make up more snacks! All three Royals and Judge Coldheart are out of favorite snacks and are reduced to drinking dime store tea bag brew!”

Kin yielded her place at the new sewing machine and joined Pinkie in the kitchen!  She snickered, “Dime store tea bag brew?  I did not realize that anyone hated the Princesses that much!  Are they trying to assassinate them all?”

Pinkie looked up from stirring up bowls of fillings and toppings to agree, “It sure sounds like it, doesn't it?”

Soon the whole Carousel was filled with the lovely smell of deep frying goodies!  As fast as Kin could get them cooked and drained, Pinkie was shooting them full of all sorts of sweet fillings!  Rarity, having temporarily abandoned the costumes, was dipping them in toppings and Minty was boxing them up, being sure to label them according to which Princess preferred what kinds.

As Pinkie and Kin loaded the delivery cart, including three huge urns, one of regular coffee, one of hot chocolate, and one of Rom black tea, Rarity and Minty looked each other in the eye, and nodded silent agreement.  They began to cook up more goodies for themselves!

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