#I'm gonna give him a mane eventually

[dangerousbutterknife]

Painted mask time! Sculpted by @missmonstermel

(featuring my very beautiful painting shirt)

[doktoptaxa]

And here are Team Star dragons. It was a lot of fun designing them. All of them separately are also here in this post

Giacomo is a bat dragon, because echolocation, sound, music, you know, yeah?

Mela's got a big ass flame tail instead of goofy boots... Downgrade or upgrade? Also she's a Spyro-like dragon. Gives me Cinder vibes

I struggled a LOT with Atticus, but eventually deciced to make him a snake/kirin/sludge thing. Turned out pretty good I think

Ortega is well... Fairy dragon lol. Inspired by luna moths

MY FAVORITE! I've actually drawn Eri as a dragon before. A LOT. But this one is my all time favorite. She's a mix of ceratopsid and rhinoceros, and her mane is taken straight up from Walking Wake, not gonna deny it. I just really do love both Eri and Wake, don't judge me. Also, she turned out to look like a new Monster Hunter beast... :D

Also here are all of them in comparison... Mela is tiny :D I'm making Blueberry e4 next

[munsonsprincess11111]

My fucking rockstar.

Rockstar eddie munson x reader

Summary: the paparazzi are all over Eddie and his new mysterious girlfriend that they've never seen. However they have seen her Eddie and her have just kept there relationship well hidden.

Laying in bed on Eddie's chest. His breathing is calm. His arm around your waist. And holding your hand. He has an award thing later and wants you to go. Are you anxious as this would be your first thing like this even though you've been dating for years before Eddie was even famous? Yes.

People recently discovered you as Eddie's girlfriend when someone saw you both having coffee and holding hands took pictures and posted them. Eddie stirs awake groaning.

"Morning sweet thing." HE says kissing your head.

You smile up at him brushing the stray curls out his face. "Ready for your first award thing n being my hot date everyone's gonna be jealous of?" HE says smirking. You nod.yiur nervous but it'll be OK as long as your with Eddie.

Eddie looks at the cock snd it read 12:55. "Fuck we really should get up weve gotta be there by five n the car gets here at 4." HE groans running a hand over his face. You get out of bed grabbing Eddie's hand and pull him up into sitting. Once he's sat up you let his hand go and he throws himself back on the bed.

"Suit yourself I'm gonna go shower..." You say walking out of your bedroom into the on suite bathroom. When Eddie hears the water Eddie gets up quickly drops his boxers in your bedroom and runs into the bathroom getting in the shower with you kissing you from behind making you jump.

-

Your pulling up to the award show. Eddie's holding your hand. "You'll be fine ok. I aint going anywhere n plus we've got a table of us 2 n the other three boys. That's it." HE says trying to reassure you kissing you softly.

The car stops and Eddie opens the door getting out. Cameras going off immediately. He turns and puts his hand to you. You take it and get out the car. People gasp when he's seen with you. Eddie being Eddie kisses you on the lips giving the cameras what they want before putting his arm over your shoulder and walking in. You hold his hand that's over your shoulder and smile at Eddie's actions knowing he doesn't care n he will show love to you cameras or not.

As you enter the event Eddie throws his middle finger back at the cameras with arm that isn't around you.

-

Eddie woke up hung over in bed. They won the award but he had a bit much to drink. He saw you on your phone when he woke up. "U OK?" You look over asking him. He nods. And then shakes his head getting up and getting to the bathroom. He sits by the toilet and throws up.

You walk in after him holding his hair back for him. Eddie eventually stops throwing up and sits against the sink. You hand him some pain relief and some water for him to take.

"Anyone posted anything about us last night?" Eddie askes eyes closed.

"OH yeah people have said stuff. Good stuff some bad but mainly good. And people have found my tiktok account and-" You speak but Eddie cuts you off.

"HANG on they found your account the one with all the posts of our karaoke nights. Us being us. N stuff. By a picture." Eddie askss opening one of his eyes.

You nod at Eddie. "If u want me to take the posts down I can." Eddie cuts you off as you speak.

"NO keep em up its us being us n besides there's nothing bad on there." Eddie says smiling at you. "Just means people can see how much I love you."

You nod and help Eddie get back to bed. And you lay there together watching rhe videos on your accounts and seeing what people say.

(Video 1)

Caption: this mane istg

Your running through the hallways of your house screaming while Eddie's chasing you.

"Come hereeeee." Eddie shouts.

"Fuck off Eddie." You shout back laughing.

"Sweethearttttt" he shouts approaching.

"NO NO NO NO NO Eddie!" You scream as he grabs you. You drop your phone but from its place on the floor Eddie can be seen spinning around holding you.

(Video 2)

Caption: lead singer of corroded coffins lead singer singing love is an open door from frozen with his girlfriend? Nah never.

The tvs on karaoke mode and you and Eddie are both holding mics.

"I mean its crazy."

"What?"

"We finish eachothers."

"Sandwichs."

"That's what I was gonna say."

"I've never met someone who think so much like me."

"I've never met someone who think so much like me."

"Jinx. Jinx again."

"Jinx. Jinx again."

"Wow Eddie who knew you was such a frozen fan." Gareth laughs behind the camera.

Eddie laughs. "Fuck off Emerson." HE says putting his arm around you. "LOVE IS AN OOEN DOOOOOOR." HE screams before the video cuts off.

(Video 3)

Caption: the right way to wake up a rockstar.

The video starts with you opening your bedroom door snd Eddie being asleep in bed.

"It's 12:33 pm. This bitch can wake up." You giggle.

Your in your bikini as its summer and was hot. Then you jump on Eddie. He groans and opens his eyes. "Afternoon." You say smirking at him. He looks at your phone and pretends to roll his eyes. "OH my god it actually is." HE says when he sees the time.

"Wanna come in the pool?" You ask laying on top of him.

"I'd rather come in something else but I guess I can." HE says smirking. You slap his arm. And get up. "You dirty bitch. I'm going to the pool. Meet you there." You say walking off.

"Babe wait-" he says as the video cuts.

(Video 4.)

Caption: date night?

The video starts om Eddie looking at a menu.

"Wow its so quiet." You giggle. Eddie looks up at you and smirks. "Cause I rented the private bit so we could eat and not get seen." Eddie says looking at the menu.

"Your just that good looking you don't want anyone to see huh?" You ask still recording Eddie.

"NO babe. You so good looking I DINT want anyone to see. That means sharing." HE smirks.

You giggle. "I love you." HE says looking at you Not the camera. "I love you too." It can't been seen hut your smiling and it can be heard in your voice.

There are other videos of you lip syncing songs Eddie in the back some even in bed with Eddie half awake. More karaoke nights some from the side of the stage at there shows. All having thousands of likes and comments.

Your most recent one is the most viral as you actually tag Eddie.

(The video)

Caption: munson wasted.

The video is the corroded coffin boys and you before and after the award show.

"I'm y/n n this is my first drink."

"I'm Eddie munson n this is my first drink."

"I'm Gareth Emerson and this is my first ans possibly last drink."

"I'm Jeff this is my first drink."

"I'm doug n this is my first drink."

At the end of the night.

"I'm y/n and this is me at te end of the night 2 shots and 2 glasses of champagne later."

"I'm Gareth and this is me one glass of champagne later."

"It's doug and this is my 3 coke and vodkas and a glass of champagne later."

"Jeff and I've had 3 champagnes."

Then the camera went to Eddie who had a goofy smile on his face looking at you. Jess was recording. "GO in ed" You say laughing Jeff making sure to get you both in. "Your really fucking pretty. You know that. Pretty gal." HE says completely drunk.

"He's Eddie munson and he is fucking wastedddd." Gareth says everyone starts laughing. "GUYS can you bring ir down I think ym head might fall off." Eddie laughs

"HUH WHAT WAS THAT?" Gareth shouts. Eddie glares at him still smirking.

-

One week later.

"Babe!" Eddie shouts as you walk in.

"Yeah?" You say slipping your shoes off. He come running over.

"I saw the video of you out when u got asked questions." HE says smiling.

"Did I answer ok?" You ask confused.

"Yeah just one thing." HE says smiling.

"What?" You ask.

The lady had asked you many questions but one answer stood out to him.

"Remind me what am I again?" HE smirks.

"My fucking rockstar babe." You say laughing.

He throws you over his shoulder and walks you to our bedroom throwing you on the bed. "Well lemme tell you something I'm about to rock your world so hard you'll be seeing stars." HE says kissing your neck leaving noticeable marks.

-

Later that evening you and Eddie go for a late night walk. Some people saw you both and got pictures obviously. When you opened your phone the next day you gasped and called Eddie's name. He came running a summing something was wrong snd you showed him the picture. You was wearing a low cut crop top and Eddie's sweat pants. And he was wearing a black tee shirt and a pair of his sweatpants.

But that means your neck was on display with all the marks Eddie left fully viewable. The photo was captioned: y/n seems to be enjoying Eddie's guitar skills when there alone. Eddie can't help but start laughing. Pulling you in for a hug still laughing.

"I love you so fucking much." HE says still laughing kissing your neck Iver one of the marks. You groan and hug him back puttingyour head in his chest. "I love you too dumbass."

[wolven91]

It's the Law

"But it's illegal!" Pointed out the canid, quickly checking over his shoulder, then the other one, ears twitching and nose shuffling.  A canid, even an adolescent like Olio. Max just grinned his mischievous grin. They all but adults and about to leave education behind to pick up jobs themselves, it felt like the end of an era.

Like if they didn't start breaking the rules now, they never would later. A childhood inside the ever-present metal hull of the GC station had been both of their 'worlds' for as long as they could walk. It was pretty hard to commit crimes outside of organised crime on these things thanks to the incredible control that the GC had over these artificial worlds.

"And? You always follow the law?" Asked Max, gently rocking himself in the hammock that had been tied up between two pipes. Olio and he were currently in their 'clubhouse'. What had started as a 'den' of sorts when they were actual kids had turned into a pretty damn good place to go hide when they wanted to be assured, they weren't being spied on.

No security strips could see into their space, but that didn't stop the canid from being paranoid. Max couldn't help but feel a bit of pity for Olio. His biology compelled him, instinctually, to follow instructions and seek authority. To be the authority, or at least it's arm.

"Yes!" The canid replied, worry etched on his features. Max merely reached out and gently held Olio's oversized head before bringing him in to rest his head on top of his stomach. The canid had grown rapidly as of late; he was already so big that they had to raise Max's hammock just so the canid could talk to him without being sat on the ground. It was a bit daunting to climb out on his own, but for the most part Olio just lifted Max in and out of the hammock as and when. 

"Bah. Time to break the law then." Max declared, shrugging happily, gently scratching his nails into the skull of the canid who's eyes rolled back and upwards, his eyelids dropping down.

Max couldn't help but chuckle at the tiny pink tongue tip that appeared at the very end of Olio's muzzle.

"Hnnn... but you can just give me permission?" Olio pointed out, cracking an eyelid, although the eyeball rolled around a moment before focusing on the lounging human. Max merely shook his head.

"No. You're gonna' break the law so you can say you did. Do it, without my permission." Max retorted, "You really want to go to basic without being able to say you've pulled at the lease at least once? You know you can't lie for shit." Max grinned down at the canid.

He wasn't going away forever, Christ, he was going to be coming home every night except when mandated to stay in the barracks. But the other canids were likely able to say they stole something, or smoked or drank something they weren't allowed to.

How many canids could say that they had gotten close enough to a human to touch them, without the guardian pulling their arm off?

Olio stood up, blinking away the dopamine of scratches and shook himself, the great canid mane ruffling in the enclosed space. Max always loved how it looked like a rockstar's hairdo. Olio would love metal music if Max could ever get his hands on some.

"Alright. I'm not asking permission." Declared Olio, Max raising a single eyebrow in response, but said nothing.

A giant clawed hand rose up and approached Max's head. It hovered for a moment, before the leather pads made contact with Max's head. They stood there, frozen for a moment before Olio found the confidence to curl his fingers slightly and scratch at Max's scalp.

The human had expected it to be clumsy and painful, even by accident, but Olio's care meant that he was purely focused on actually petting Max. Eventually, the canid's hand started to gently stroke Max's hair, going with the grain before the leather pads brushed down the side of his face, touching the beginnings of a scraggly beard, grown only by the pubescent.

Max had his eyes closed before flinching as a leather thumb pad stroked along his eyebrows.

"The hell?"

"I'm stroking your fur."

"Not my eyebrows you dork."

"It's fur, isn't it?"

"No!"

"What do you mean no?!"

[galexystern]

saving all my love for you

pairing; steve harrington/reader

rating; T

warnings; angst, fluff, mutual pining, not actually unrequited love, love confessions, accidental love confessions, getting together, no use of y/n, steve calls reader "peach"

word count; 5.2k

desc; “Um,” someone who doesn’t sound at all like Beth and a whole lot like Steve says. “Peach?”

You freeze, complete and utter dread filling your body. You slowly lower the phone and look at the caller ID. Staring back at you, in all caps, is the name Steve Harrington.

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"Will you please, for the love of god," Beth interrupts your rambling, "either tell him all this or shut the fuck up?"

You close your mouth and look at her with a disgruntled pout.

She sighs. "Sorry, that was mean." You shrug. "I'm just trying to study and you know how important it is I do well on this test." You don't want to, but eventually nod a little. You do know. "I love you," she reassures, "and you know I'm always here to listen, but you do realize this is all starting to sound a bit...pathetic?" She says it not unkindly, with gentle eyes.

Your shoulders droop. It doesn't sound a bit pathetic, it sounds a lot pathetic. You've been complaining to Beth that you've been in love with Steve Harrington for oh...nine years now? Wow, it's been that long? You wince at the thought, and Beth rubs your shoulder soothingly.

It's not your fault you've been in love with Steve Harrington for nine years. He's the one who defended you from bullies in third grade, getting back the peach they'd stolen from your lunch. He's the one who gave it back to you with that sweet smile and hair that had just started growing into the luscious mane it is now. He's the one who became your friend from then on, turning into your closest (male) confidante and staunchest supporter. And he's the one who's been calling you "Peach" since then, making your knees go weak whenever he says it and gives you that smirk.

"I still can't believe you like him, to be honest," Beth says, breaking your reverie. "His King Steve phase was super disturbing."

You roll your eyes. Yes, Steve in his "king of high school" days had been hard to like—the constant rotation of girls he had on his arm, the ragers he threw that always got the cops called on them, the rude and slightly misogynistic behavior that made your skin crawl. But he never directed any of that at you. You were still his Peach, and the Steve you'd known since third grade came back around, complete with apologies and big gestures to make up for his actions. Sure, you'd been a little sad he hadn't wanted you to be on his arm, and you two hadn't been as close during that stage, but it was probably for the better. Being a "hit it and quit it" for the guy you're desperately in love with might've broken your heart for good.

"I can't go over that again with you right now," you reply to Beth. "You've got a test to study for." She gives you an unimpressed look. "And I," you continue, packing up the remains of your lunch, "have a tutoring session to get to."

You stand but Beth grabs your arm, stopping you. "Will you tell him?" She asks, almost pleadingly.

You know she knows the answer to that. You've been trying to tell him for a year now, since you realized high school is ending soon and he'll be gone. You won't see him every day, won't talk to him in classes you have together, certainly won't be tutoring him three times a week. But when you look at those honey-hazel eyes, long lashes brushing against his skin when blinks slowly at you, piercing you with his gaze, you always, without fail, chicken out.

"I'll try," you promise Beth and she half-smiles. It's the best she's gonna get and she knows that too well. She lets go of your arm and you walk towards the building, collecting your thoughts. As you enter and direct yourself to the library, you think maybe today will be the day you confess to Steve. Maybe it's really time. Maybe you can do it.

Opening the library doors, you spot Steve sitting at a table off to the side, daydreaming. He's tapping a pencil against his lips and leaning back in his chair precariously, staring off into space. You try not to smile at how cute he looks, instead staying quiet as you sneak up from the side. You drop your bag moderately loudly on the table and bite your lip to hold back laughter as Steve jolts, making his chair tip back and almost pitching himself backwards, before he catches his balance and sets the chair right again. He gives you a playful glare as you sit down, still trying not to burst out laughing.

"Not nice, Peach," he says petulantly, and you shrug. The nickname has stolen any words you'd had prepared, so you just pull out your calculus textbook and notebook, flipping to a fresh sheet. As Steve does the same, he asks, "And how are you today?"

"Alright," you reply with a small smile. "How are you?"

He makes a face. "I'd be better if I didn't have to worry about math so much." But then he smiles brightly and adds, "But seeing you makes up for it."

Your heart pounds. See, he says things like this that make hope blossom inside you and you think you're finally ready to admit your love for him.

But with the way he's gazing at you, grin on his face, body leaned forward over the table towards you, losing yourself in his eyes, the words die in your throat. He's not for you; you don't deserve him. You're just some girl he'd stood up for one time nine years ago, and he's Steve Harrington, the most eligible bachelor at Hawkins High. He has girls lining up to go out with him and what do you have? A hopeless crush and marching band practice after school.

"Well, with me here, hopefully you won't have to worry about math for much longer," you respond with feigned lightness. He chuckles. "Shall we?"

He nods and you two dive into calculus equations. He's a very diligent pupil, always has been, listening carefully and taking detailed notes. You can tell he really wants to pass this class. He's admitted to you on multiple occasions that he can't wait to get out of Hawkins. When you ask him where he wants to go, he always changes his answer—a little inside joke that makes your stomach thrill. Last time you'd asked he'd said Rome, so he could eat gelato and drink wine every day, and live in an ancient city. He has a soft spot for history.

Out of nowhere, the bell rings, and you and Steve both jump at the sound. You'd been so engrossed in learning math that you hadn't noticed how the time had flown by, an hour passing in what felt like a few minutes.

As you pack up, Steve says, "Hey, Peach." You look up at him. "You busy today?" You open your mouth but he beats you to it. "I know you have band. After that." Closing your mouth, surprised he remembered, you eventually shake your head. "Wanna hang? I've acquired some ah, mood enhancers." At his wink, you snicker.

"Sure," you answer. "I could use a mood change."

Steve smiles. "Great. Our spot? 4pm?" You nod; he nods back. "See you then, Peach."

With that, he gives you a salute and bounds away, out of the library and disappearing into the streaming crowd of students. You follow him, shaking your head.

;

You trample through the underbrush on your way to Skull Rock. Beth had asked if you wanted to hang after practice, to make up for lunch, but you'd blushed and said you were smoking with Steve. She'd given you a coy look and wiggled her eyebrows, making you shove her in embarrassment.

But then she'd gone serious. "It's time, okay?" She'd said. "This is the perfect time for you to confess."

You'd told her earlier that the tutoring session confession had not panned out. Looking at her, understanding the weight she was putting on her words, knowing she only wanted you to be happy, you'd nodded mutely.

"Good. Call me tonight," she'd added. "I wanna hear every detail." You'd promised to call her and given her a hug before parting ways and heading for the forest.

You've always liked walking through the trees to meet Steve, the tiny bursts of light through the foliage spontaneously warming your face. It'd rained last night and so the ground was damp and muddy, but you were wearing your gross pair of sneakers, since the field had been much of the same, so you didn't mind. Your socks were wet but it didn't matter. You were about to see Steve and maybe, hopefully, tell him the truth.

Skull Rock comes into view and a minute later, you could see Steve sitting underneath it. You internally scrunch up in girlish excitement at how he'd brought and spread out a mat for you two to sit on, so you don't get wet from the dirt.

He looks up and spots you, waving. You wave back as you tramp through the last of the growth and reach him. Throwing your bag to the side, you collapse onto the tarp as Steve licks and finishes rolling the joint he'd been working on.

"How was practice, Peach?" He asks.

"Ugh," you reply, and he laughs. "This new show is going to kill me. There are so many movements on the field, I'm not sure if I can remember them all."

"You always do though," he points out. "You get it eventually."

You shrug, hiding your delight that he knows that. He does make a point of watching the halftime shows at the football games and seeing you during third quarter, when the band is allowed to mingle. Of course, he goes to the games no matter what, as a certified sports lover, but still.

"Ready?" He asks, interrupting your thoughts. You nod, and he hands you the joint and lighter. You click it on and hold it up to the end, flaring as you inhale deeply. You hold the smoke in your mouth as you give the joint back to Steve, releasing it into the sky as he copies your actions. He outdoes you by making a ring of smoke out of his exhale, and you roll your eyes.

"Show-off," you mutter.

Steve smirks. "I can teach you, you know. You just always turn me down."

You look at him. You do turn him down each time. You're not even really sure why. You tutor him, why can't he? "Okay," you finally reply. "Teach me."

His eyes light up and he scoots towards you. He starts talking, about technique and mouth shape and how your tongue should be involved, but you're only half-listening. You're too captivated by how animated he is, how excited he seems to be by instructing you in something for a change. There are traces of pride in his voice, and you think he might be pleased at the idea of being so good at something that he can give that to others. He's mentioned that fear before, that he doesn't have anything to offer people, even though you always reassure him he has so much.

"Peach? Wanna try?" Steve asks. You clear your head and take the proffered joint. You inhale and try to do what he's told you, accomplishing a rudimentary half-smoke ring. He claps. "That's it! Now you just need practice."

So you practice. You two wear the joint away attempting more rings, Steve giving you pointers as you go. When the joint is just a nub, you take one last inhale and close your eyes, working hard to take all of his advice and try one last time. Steve makes an excited sound and you open your eyes, seeing a pretty good smoke ring floating away from you.

"You did it!" He exclaims excitedly, as you laugh in delight. "The student has become the master."

"I'm not sure if I'd go that far," you reply, but you're still smiling widely. Steve's face matches.

"Well, I have nothing left to teach you. You've got it now."

"You'll always have stuff to teach me, Steve," you say softly, remembering that fear that plagues him. He looks at you with a grateful expression. "Besides," you continue, "I still don't know how to drive."

"I can't believe you don't know how to drive!" He replies indignantly and you giggle. This is an argument you two have had ever since his parents had given him his BMW and he'd asked if you wanted to drive it. After revealing you didn't have a license, Steve had been properly shocked and bewildered. He's never understood why you don't want to drive.

It's not about not wanting to drive (though driving is scary). It's more about wanting Steve to keep driving you.

"You know how I feel about driving," you say back and he rolls his eyes.

"Driving is not that scary. I promise, Peach." An idea comes to him. "It's just like marching band!" At your raised eyebrow he adds, "Hear me out. You have to remember all the moves the car can do. You have to maneuver so you don't hit anybody else on the road. And it gives you a feeling of control."

You laugh. "You know I don't make up the movements, right?"

He rolls his eyes. "Whatever. You know what I mean."

You nod. Trying to stay light, you say, "Maybe you can teach me."

"Yes!" He shouts loudly, startling you. "Sorry. But yes. I can totally teach you how to drive."

"Okay." You're smiling at each other.

"Great," he replies firmly. "It's a date."

The words make you freeze. The small voice in your head that sounds weirdly like Beth is telling you this is the moment. This is your opening. Take it.

"Um, Steve," you start. He hums, still staring at you with kind curiosity. "I, um, I wanted to..." You trail off.

He nods encouragingly. "You wanted to...what?"

But as he gazes at you, the words won't come. You try to force them out, not caring how they come out, just that they do, but there's nothing. Your mouth gapes like a fish. Your throat is dry. And you just...can't.

"I wanted to," you manage with a croak, "thank you. For teaching me how to make a smoke ring."

He sits back and you think you see a flash of disappointment on his face before it's gone. "No problem, Peach. What are friends for?"

You nod miserably. Coward.

;

Steve takes you home. It's quiet in the car, both of you deep in thought. You don't know what Steve is thinking about, but you're admonishing yourself for backing out, again. God, you're such a loser. What will Beth say?

He pulls into your driveway and idles. You get out, thanking him again for the hangout, and he nods amiably. You close the door softly and walk up to your porch, turning around to watch him back out and drive away. You sigh as you unlock the door and go inside.

You put off calling Beth for a while. You know you have to, she's expecting you to, but you want to live in this moment where only you know how much of a chicken you are just a little longer. So you have a snack, and something to drink, and finish your homework. Your parents come home and you help make dinner to distract yourself from the day's humiliating non-events. You push your food around the plate as your parents chatter about work, thankfully not asking you too many questions. The three of you sit and watch TV for a bit, but you don't really see any of it, mind still stuck on Steve.

When your parents give you kisses goodnight and head upstairs for bed, you know it's time to stop procrastinating. You take a deep breath, pick up the phone, and dial.

As soon as the line is picked up, you start talking. "Hey, so I know you said today was the day but I chickened out, again. I know I'm a coward. You were right, it was the perfect time. I mean, Steve asks me to smoke in our spot, just the two of us? What better time to confess my love for him, right? There is no better time, that's the truth. But I just couldn't do it. I couldn't make myself speak the words. It's so pathetic, right? Ugh, I can't believe I let that perfect moment pass me by. I'm such a sissy. You don't have to tell me, I already know. I just wanted you to know, since you told me to call. But I can't really handle any scolding, yeah? I know what I did. I know."

There's a lull until...

“Um,” someone who doesn’t sound at all like Beth and a whole lot like Steve says. “Peach?”

You freeze, complete and utter dread filling your body. You slowly lower the phone and look at the caller ID. Staring back at you, in all caps, is the name Steve Harrington.

“Peach?” He says again, distantly. It breaks your trance and you immediately hang up the phone. It starts to ring almost instantly, and you stare at it, brain somehow going a mile a minute and not at all. The rings stop but then start up again. Unable to pick up the phone, you find your hand moving to the telephone jack. As the phone stops and then goes again for the third time, you pull it out of the wall. The noises stop. Silence fills the kitchen. And you finally understand what just happened.

“Oh my god,” you mutter, over and over, still holding the telephone cord, still gazing at the receiver. Your knees start to wobble and so you stumble backwards, grappling for a chair, eventually grazing the back of one and whipping it around so it can catch you before you fall. “What have I done?” You moan, burying your face in your hands and pressing down hard. Maybe when you open your eyes you’ll be in bed and this will just be some bad dream and you won’t have ruined everything. But when you move your hands away, you’re still sitting in the kitchen, phone disconnected, terror gripping you tightly.

Not a dream. You did ruin everything.

Digging for strength, you use it all to rush out of the room and upstairs to your bedroom, where you slam the door closed and pitch yourself onto your bed. What have I done? You ask yourself again. You stare unseeing at your headboard, clutching your pillow, as you helplessly think about what might happen next.

Well, for one, you can bet that Steve’s not your friend anymore. That’s a given. But will he avoid you forever, ignore you in the halls at school, not let your name pass his lips anymore? Or will he make fun of you for your confession, saying that he’d never be with anyone like you in a million years, that he was just friends with you out of pity? Will he tell everyone, spread it around that a loser like you thinks she has a shot with King Steve, let the rumor mill rip you to shreds?

Will you make it out of this? You’re not sure if you can handle any of these outcomes. It’s why you’d chickened out in the first place, why you’ve always chickened out. Maybe you’ll have to change schools or even districts. Oh god, what if you have to move states to get away from the torture of it all?

You’re spiraling further down when there’s a small plinking sound. You stop and listen, and it comes again. A third time and you follow the noise to the window. You watch in wonder as something hits it—a pebble. You hesitantly walk over and peer outside.

Steve is standing below on your front lawn, hand reared back like he’s ready to throw. But when he spots you, he drops the rock and waves. You raise a hand back without thinking, and he motions for you to open your window. As you do, you distantly think that he would be a good charades partner. You slowly poke your head outside.

“Peach!” Steve yells quietly.

“What are you doing?” You ask, stupefied.

“You wouldn’t answer my calls,” he replies.

Dumbly, you say back, “I unplugged the phone.”

“Oh.” He seems thrown by that. “Do you…want me to go then?” It takes a second, but eventually you shake your head. He smiles in relief. “Can we talk?”

“My parents are home,” you answer and Steve’s shoulders fall. “But can you climb a tree?”

“Yeah?” The word is laced with confusion.

You motion to the side of the house and move away from your first window, hoping he’s following. You open the second window, on a different wall, and see Steve below. You point to the tree whose branches extend over the house, one of which comes pretty close to your window. He nods and starts climbing, and you try not to stare at his ass. It takes him almost no time at all to get to the branch and inch down it. When he makes it to the ledge, you hold out a hand haul him inside. It’s not very graceful—he ends up on the floor, but pops up seemingly unharmed.

“Hi,” he says, breathless.

Realizing Steve Harrington is in your room after you’d accidentally confessed your love for him, you can’t move or speak. You just look at him, heart pounding, palms sweaty, eyes wide.

“Peach, about what you said on the phone—“

You interrupt. “Wait.” He dutifully stops talking and looks at you expectantly. Unfortunately, you didn’t have the rest of the plan thought out, so you’re speechless. You’d just wanted to put off the inevitable rejection for just a little longer. “I, um, I’m really sorry. For that. Like…obviously it wasn’t meant for you to hear.” You laugh awkwardly. “Well, it was but not then. But it also wasn’t because I chickened out. And that was meant for Beth. Who I meant to call. And obviously…didn’t.”

There’s silence until Steve asks, “Did you mean it?”

There it is: a way out. An exit ramp, where you laugh and say you didn’t mean it, where you play it off as a joke and go back to being friends. But you can’t make yourself take it. You’ve never lied to Steve, and you don’t want to start now. Not with this.

So you nod and answer, in a small voice, “Yes.”

You close your eyes so you won’t see the look of pity on his face, will only have to listen as he lets you down gently. But then there are hands cupping your cheeks and breaths brushing across your skin and lips pressing against yours. You open your eyes again with a start to find Steve’s in front of you, closed. His hands are on your face. His mouth is on yours.

Steve is kissing you.

You don’t know what to do, how to react, and Steve pulls back. His expression is apologetic and ashamed. “I’m sorry,” he says softly. “I should’ve asked—“

You cut him off by surging forward and kissing him. He’s surprised but regains his presence of mind faster than you had, and his hands go to grab your waist tightly. Yours tangle in his hair, the beautiful hair that you’ve always wanted to run your fingers through, and you marvel at the way Steve’s lips fit against yours, like they were made to. You two kiss until you can’t anymore, both pulling back to breathe in deeply.

Steve is smiling. You know your mouth is hanging open in shock. Thank god it’s already there, because what Steve says next would’ve made it drop.

He says, “I love you too.”

You make a weird sort of noise in your throat and Steve laughs a little. You flush bright red and make your jaw close. “That’s not exactly how I wanted to respond,” you say in embarrassment.

“What did you want to say?”

“Um.” Steve’s eyes are sparkling. It’s distracting. “Uh…why?”

“Because you’re my favorite person in the whole world, Peach.” He says it like it’s obvious. “Because you’re the first person I wanna talk to when I wake up and the last person I think of when I go to sleep. Because you teach me so many things and make sure I know I have things to teach you too. Because you’ve always been there for me. Because you’re my dream girl.” He’s looking at you with so much adoration it’s hard not to combust right then and there. “Why do you love me?”

“I’ve loved you since the third grade,” you blurt out. “When you stood up for me. When you first started calling me Peach.”

“Even during King Steve?” He asks tentatively. He doesn’t look away but you can tell he wants to. He doesn’t like to relive it.

You take his hand. “Yes, even then. I knew who you were underneath it all. I knew you would come back. And I was right.”

He chuckles. “You always are,” he murmurs, as if in awe.

“I wasn’t right about this,” you sigh, looking down at your intertwined fingers. “I never in a million years imagined you would love me too.”

Steve makes a soft sound. “I feel like I was so obvious about it. I felt like a lovesick fool who couldn’t stop following you around.”

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“I never wanted to scare you away. You’re too important to me. I don’t know what I would do if you weren’t in my life, Peach. I couldn’t take that chance. I would take you in whatever way you would give me, happily.”

You look back up at him. His face is intense, serious. You kiss him so his expression will clear. “Well,” you say lightly, “now you’ve got me like this forever.”

“Good,” he replies firmly, and tugs you forward into a hug. You wrap your arms around his back and clutch at his shirt. He rests his chin on your head and sighs happily. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

When you whisper back “Me too,” he holds you closer.

;

"Okay, baby. R means reverse, N is neutral, and D is obviously drive. You have to pull the gearshift to the right letter to do what you want. So let's try going backwards, yeah?" Steve asks.

You are in the driver's seat of Steve's BMW, with him in the passenger seat. It's your first driving lesson. You're sitting in the parking lot of the high school, after school so it's devoid of cars and you can't hit any of them. Steve had said that he didn't think you would, but better to be safe than sorry. You agree—you can't afford to replace this BMW if you wreck it.

You nod to Steve's question.

"Great. Foot on the brake," he reminds, and you put your foot on the brake. "Has to be there for the gearshift to work. Okay, pull it to R, angel." You slowly put the car into reverse. "Now, ease up on the brake. Just a little." You do so, and the car starts rolling backwards. Your eyes widen and Steve places his hand on top of yours. "It's okay. Just keep looking in your mirrors. You've got it." You look into the rearview mirror and watch as what's behind you slowly comes closer.

"Good!" Steve encourages. "Let's brake again." You press too hard and you're both jolted forward as the car comes to a screeching halt.

"Sorry," you say quickly, wincing.

But Steve is laughing. "No harm done, sugar. Just maybe brake a little gentler next time."

You nod sheepishly.

"Now, you're not gonna need N like, ever. I'm not even sure what use it has. So let's move on to D."

"That's what she said," you automatically retort, and Steve snorts. You're scared, but not too scared to pass up a chance for a euphemism.

"I walked into that one," he replies, shaking his head fondly. "But, let's drive, shall we, sweetheart?"

"Okay," you say, trying not to let the pet name distract you. He's been expanding his repertoire of them, trying to see which ones fit best. But you like all of them—like whatever he calls you as long as he still says it in that loving tone and kisses you after occasionally—so he's just been adding more and more without taking any away. It annoys Beth a little bit—she's glad you both finally got your heads out of your asses and got together, literally jumping for joy when you'd told her about Steve confessing his love for you too, but she regularly complains about being the third wheel and says Steve is too mushy for his own good—but you love it.

You pull the gearshift to D and ease off the brake like Steve had told you. The car rolls forward slowly.

"Okay, foot off the brake completely. Press on the gas. Gently, honey," he emphasizes and you nod. You do as he says and press the gas pedal softly, and the car speeds up a little. You reach a stop sign and so you dutifully brake. "Nicely done, princess," he says, and leans over to kiss your cheek. Before he can lean back, you turn your head and catch his lips with yours. He presses forward into it, hand coming up to cup your jaw softly.

"Alright, beautiful, turn signals," he says when you've parted. "Lever on the left, press up for right and down for left." You experiment, smiling as the signals flash. "Where do you wanna go?"

You look at him. What you wanna say is "Anywhere with you," but you know that's a little too cheesy for the moment. “Where do you wanna go?” You ask instead.

He hums, thinking about it. “What about…Sydney? The opera house and the beaches and the beautiful sunsets on the desert.” Then he looks at you. “You interested in Australia, darling?”

You always get a thrill when you ask him that now, because he always includes you. Like he’s not going anywhere without you either.

“Sure, as long as you protect me from all those huge bugs,” you answer. “And the kangaroos. I’ve heard they’re mean.”

Steve chuckles. “Haven’t I always been your knight in shining armor, Peach? Been serving you since third grade. I can handle some bugs.”

“I don’t know. You get scared when there’s a spider in your house.”

“I don’t like them!” He protests and you laugh. He looks at you with that adoring expression. “But for you? I’ll do anything.”

You try not to show outwardly how gooey you feel inside. You just lean forward and kiss him again, turning back to the parking lot and stop sign.

You choose a direction at random. "Right," you answer and turn on the signal.

"Good, Peach. Steering wheel to the right too, ease onto the gas, and off we go," Steve directs.

You move the wheel to the right, take your foot off the brake and onto the gas, and off you go.

[roo-brr]

Alright...the oc 😈 YOU'LL HAVE TO BARE WITH ME CUZ I YAPPED THE PROCESS I WENT THRU 😭 the pic where its sitting while scratching is the most accurate drawing :]

HERE, MY OC:

He's but a very nice & silly guy. I made him for a lil side story kinda like a "what if" for "Fear of You" (by @sleepwalkersqueen on Ao3!!!) for her character Shinyo!

I just wanted Shinyo to have a friend yk 😭 seems like he could use one. And so... I got thinking... I was like HMMM what quirk could the guy have? And I'm basic so I googled animals, and I like wolves, but I thought nahhh wolves are probs used too much ykyk so I looked for animals that were similar but different. And I came across maned wolves!!!!! And I thought they were so cool!!!!! (I would later find out that they are particularly enjoyed by the furry fandom lmao, hell yea)

AND SO. With little faith in my drawing skills... I made him on Pony Town. I've posted him with my other ponies before actually!

Here he is:

The right one was one of the first versions, I fixed his hair to be a more similar shade to maned wolves. And fix his ears and other stuff. He no longer has the lighter eye either I need to update that. BUT ANYWAY!!!

Eventually I DID draw him, and then tried a fuller body version to fit his tail in...

I forgot to give him life to the eyes. Anyways, my 1st 2 drawings of the lad. AND THEN I STARTED LOOKING AT POSE REFS ON PINTEREST. AND I FOUND ONE I LIKED AND DREW HIM IN IT !!!!!!

I didn't know what to do for the background alright don't say anything.

Made him as a lil chibi too! HE'S SCRATCHING AND I FELT RATHER PROUD OF IT. SO FINALLY. AFTER YAPPIN AND YAPPIN ON. MEET... Daichi :]

I typed stuff about him for artfight but it's helpful again now so .... theres a good bit of his info!!!!!

Again like I said, he was made to be Shinyo's friend. In a world where Shinyo was able to get Keigo away with a proper home and into a school.

I'd happily answer questions about him. He's still like errr under development I suppose? So idk everything, but I know bits and bobs like his job and stuff.

AAAAAHHH I HOPE YOU LIKE HIM I WASNT GONNA EXPOSE HIM TO ANYONE OTHER THAN MY FRIENDS AND THE FOY DISCORD SERVER 😭😭

Choosing his name was a whole thing too I won't start on that

[9haharharley1]

QUESTION TIME ♡

How do you think Pitch and Jack are with grooming themselves/caring for their appearance? (canon or modern/human AU, your pick!)

Bonus: how would each of them deal with having long hair?

I think Pitch cares very much for what he looks like, au or canon! In a human AU, he makes sure his clothes are ironed and shirts hung up accordingly, pants pressed properly and put away (definitely still military background). He likes to be clean-shaven, makes sure his hair is slicked back professionally, and is quick to get it cut and trimmed when it starts to grow past a certain point. He wears a subtle cologne and generally holds himself to a high standard. Jack delights in messing his hair up whenever he can and kissing him hard enough that there's a slight swell to his lips when they part, and Pitch has to go back to what he was doing.

As for Jack, as long as his clothes are clean and he can't smell himself, he'll generally count that as a win, especially if he's in a rush. He'll make sure to shower the first chance he gets, but he's not gonna risk being late or upsetting someone if he can help it; just put on some deodorant, and he's good until he can grab that shower. His hair is usually a mess because he doesn't take the time to brush it either, usually juat settling for combing it with his fingers on his way to his destination, even tho he does own a brush. His clothes will be all wrinkled from sitting in the laundry basket cuz he has better things to do than fold them, but he does get better at all this when he starts living with Pitch. He does want to impress him after all, and eventually starts growing into better habits because of this.

Bonus:

Pitch would hate having long hair, I think. I think it'd drive him crazy to feel all the little hairs starting to grow in and tickle places they weren't there before. He'd chop it off first chance he got if he even notices it get past a certain point.

Jack, though, wouldn't pay too much attention to his hair. He's too busy doing his own thing and probably wouldn't give it a second thought until someone points it out how long it's getting, and that's when he'd take notice. He'd find a mirror, give a quiet "huh," and then proceed to find a brush, because dear god his head is a nest! He should probably get it cut soon, and then move on. So he starts brushing it and pulling it back in a short ponytail, never really paying attention to how long it's getting until his shower time is going up and he's spending more on shampoo, and man, he should really put some conditioner on this, huh? Then he'll tell himself he'll get it cut, throw it up in a messy bun, and forget to make an appointment the next day. By the time he notices again, brushing it all has become a chore, but by then Pitch has already offered to help, and he takes the brush easily and combs Jack's hair. He's used to this from brushing Emily's wild mane over the years, and it brings back fond memories, but also new ones cuz Jack's hair is so soft when it's long like this, and Jack's head is rolling on his shoulders, and oh no he's moaning now, this is so relaxing and it feels so good. So Pitch of course can't fucking help himself and wraps all that long soft hair aroun d his hand and give it a good, firm tug, and Jack moans so loud it's embarrassing for both of them and oh no I'm gonna write this fic aren't i

Dammit Gilly!

[seeyouonsaturn]

I'm sadly entirely unable to draw her the way I envision her, so there will not be art, but I want to make a post about my Predacon girl Razormane anyway because I love her.

Verse: Transformers Prime

Pronouns: Any are fine. I usually default to she/her, but Razormane doesn't actually care, it's whatever. She resembles a lioness, so people tend to use she, but then the mane comes out and suddenly everyone goes with he. Meanwhile Razormane doesn't even know what an earth lion is.

The original idea for her came to me in a dream. Literally. And as I awoke with "giant cuddly cat robot" etched into my mind, I knew I had to make her a reality.

Since I knew she had to be a big ol' kittycat, I based her off the Nemean Lion, to give her a mythical connection. Also because hell yeah Greek mythology.

Razormane is a large Predacon, bigger than Skylynx and Darksteel, though smaller than Predaking. Her plating is primarily dark gray, nearly black, with small highlights of gold, golden claws, and golden eyes.

When idle, she resembes a lioness, sleek, and made of smooth, dark metal. When she feels threatened, her plating folds up and outwards, similar to a cat fluffing up its fur to appear larger, revealing golden undersides. Her smooth surface turns into an impenetrable armor of sharp metal spikes, giving the illusion of a golden mane made of blades.

She has a regular bot form, but prefers to stay in her lion form. In her previous life (as in, pre-cloning) she had deep trauma associated with her root-mode, the details of which she does not remember, but the instinct was strong enough to remain even through the cloning process.

Razormane is younger than Predaking, but older than the test tube babies the Autobots destroyed. I'm not entirely sure when exactly she fits into the timeline, and I have decided that I'm just not going to think too hard about that specific tidbit. I want to make my dream a reality, so you're just gonna have to go with it.

Due to the shortage of energon, Razormane spends a lot of her time napping to conserve energy. Someone her size would need to consume more than the average bot, and there just isn't enough to go around, so she just sleeps.

She is generally calm, and has a distaste for causing pain, but very much will fight to defend herself or those she cares about, or hunt for survival. But if she's in a safe environment, she's just a very cuddly overgrown house cat.

She starts out with the Decepticons, but eventually leaves them to do her own thing because she doesn't agree with their morals, and hates that they act like they own her. Afterwards she has an on-and-off thing with Predaking where she originally teams up with him out of necessity; and once more Predacons come into existence, she's not really part of his pack (she does not want to be ruled by anyone, including him), but is tolerated on the territory and just sort of hangs out with them sometimes. They're still her family, so she's simply a rogue that occasionally comes to visit but doesn't defer to their King more than necessary.

Razormane has a very complicated relationship, but also a deep bond, with Predaking, that would be far too long to add to this post, but if anyone wanted to hear about it, I would be elated to write it all down. The one she's shipped with is Starscream, but shipping is an overstatement since that won't happen for a very long time. They're just friends, and at times not even that. Again, I have so much lore. Someone please ask me about the lore.

[renslo161605]

PART THIRTEEN - DEAD FOX (written form /w illustrations)

Isaac had spent hours being tortured by O'Driscolls. He is barely alive. They have him tied to a tree, not as if he can go far.

Read under cut \/

"Isaac. Pst. Isaac wake up."

"please... I'm begging you. I don't want any more trouble. If your gonna give me more grief just put me down, i beg."

Isaac had spent the entire night with nothing but torture from the other O'Driscoll's. He didn't even recognise Dermot's voice, he just wanted peace.

"i mean it boy. Get up n'keep quiet."

"please, please, I don't want anymore trouble just shoot me."

A pathetic plea muffled by tiredness and the ground.

Dermot gave Isaac a gentle kick to encourage him up.

Isaac finally realised who was talking to him, reluctantly he dragged himself up, limping and lethargic as he was.

An emotion Isaac couldn't read flashed over Dermot's eyes. He looked him up and down, at his wounds and at his shaking legs. A mix of pity, guilt and, grief maybe even loss?

"good god, they've really torn ye' up."

Isaac looked at the ground.

"are you still mad at me?"

Funny how even after endorsing the second worst punishment possible - torture, right behind death - a child will still look for forgiveness from a parent.

But Dermot didn't answer.

"Get movin', yer' horse is waitin' fer us."

Despite his harsh tone, Dermot wrapped and arm around Isaac and untied him from the tree he was bound to.

"your helpin' me?"

A tiny spark of hope.

"shut up, don't want anyone hearin' you."

Dermot practically dragged Isaac into the deeper woods. Silently, Isaac didn't argue. What could he do? As far as he was aware Dermot wanted him dead. As loving as Dermot was to isaac. Loyalty comes before love, be it conscious or subconscious. And Dermot was loyal to the O'Driscolls.

Isaac, could barely see, whether it was from exhaustion, pain or the swollen eyelid covering his vision be didn't know. His body ached all over, he didn't think there was a square inch of him not beaten or bruised by a former associate.

Eventually, they emerged from the shrubs to a clearing. There waited Midge. Her gorgeous, pitch black mane looked like a void in the dark of night. Her eyes lit up at the site of Isaac and she trotted towards him. She wasn't used to all the tack Dermot had equipped her with, it was his own tack. A saddle back also sat across her flanks, presumably Isaacs things.

"You - You really are helping me escape. B-but wheres Daisy, whys Midge got all her tack on."

"isaac i can't... I'm not..." Dermot stuttered and Isaac was sure he saw his lip quiver.

"your not what?"

Isaac's heart had awakened with hope and he was thinking much more coherently now.

"Daisy's... Old. Your horse will go further with less dead weight."

Dermot eventually sighed. He grabbed Isaacs shoulder, tighter than normal.

"Isaac. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything. Really I am."

"what do you mean? I'm the one who-"

"no. I'm an adult. I should've listened to you and what you said about Keiran. Oh, Keiran."

Isaac started to tear up, he had forgotten about Keiran, how could be have forgotten about Keiran?

"But I'm an old man now. And forever an O'Driscoll. It's what I'll die as. It's who I am. I chose that path a long time ago. But you don't need to choose that path. Make your own life. Your an amazing little boy. Your love for horses is something that could take you far. Use it. Forget about how you were raised, forget about your blood. Change your name if you have to."

"why are you telling me this? Dermot I'm scared."

"oh I'm sure you are, mac, I'm sure you are. But without fear there would be no bravery. And you, have been braver than any boy your age should have been. Come here."

He yanked Isaac into a hug. He held him tight, put his hand on the back of isaacs head and swayed. Almost like he was rocking a babe to sleep, something he had never done to him since he had never known Isaac as a baby. Still he held the boy he raised, the baby-boy he had never had, the boy he had bathed, the boy he had tucked in, the boy he combed the hair of, the boy he dressed. Loved as his own. The child whose relationship was not bound by blood but by a mutual loss. And he loved and he loved, until he had to let go.

Floods of tears spilled from Isaacs eyes. Expected, but also Dermot's eyes.

"C'mon, let's go."

He lifted Isaac up, like he was lifting him onto an unusually high countertop, about to patch up another scraped knee. Placed him on top of his horse. The horse he had given him. His first horse. He stared at the scar on his chin, a wound he had treated when he first met him.

"I HEAR 'EM, THEY'RE IN THE WOODS. "

"C'mon Dermot we gotta go! Get on!"

Dermot stood on his toes, reaching up to Isaacs face and gently placed a hand on it.

To Isaac, Dermot had never looked older than he did in that moment, his dulling ginger hair truely frayed with the white. His green eyes started to grey. The wrinkles on his face twisted into a sob, his flesh was sunken and weary.

"What are you doing! They're coming Dermot! We have to go please"

Isaac grabbed Dermot's hand and desperately tried to haul him up, of course it did nothing.

To Dermot. Isaac had never looked so young. Had never seen him cry like a child. Like a child should, something bitter sweet about seeing it for the first and last time.

"WE FOUND 'EM, THEY'RE IN THE SHRUBS!"

"I love you, son."

Dermot smacked Midge and yelled something Isaac didn't catch. Midge bounded away. Without Dermot on her back.

"Dermot! Wait! No! We need to go back! Midge stop!"

Isaac pleaded.

In the distance he could see a horde of O'Driscolls engulf Dermot. He desperately tries to yank on the reins. But somehow Midge new the mission. She knew she couldn't stop.

"Stop! Miriam Bridget you stop right now and turn back for Dermot, I mean it!"

He yanked on the reins, her hair, her saddle horn. Anything he could grab but she didn't stop for anything. She knew there was nothing they could do.

"please! I'm begging you!"

Isaac draped himself forward onto her neck, an exhausted attempt. He couldn't bring his frail body to do much more.

"please."

The steady drum of horses hooves beat his ears. And tears stung his face. He couldn't see much. His eyes had started closing, he fought it as much as he could.

Eventually he gave in. He let his body finally rest. It felt pathetic. Like a baby who hadn't had a nap yet. And in the back of his mind he knew he'd wake up to next to nothing. No parents, no home, no money, No Dermot. Just his horse. Always his horse.

[emhasthoughts]

Trick or Treat

Summary: Eric and Fiona were dead set on dressing up the cats.

A/N: "I'm not gonna write another bonus, I'm not gonna write another bonus, I'm not gonna - Fuck it" I had to write this bc I got the idea in my brain during a stream and it wouldn't let go until I wrote it

Thanks @dcartcorner , the two chatters in stream and my friend who helped me decide on some of the costumes.

Inspiration for Daisy's costume

Not beta read, just me, lil document and thoughts about cats

Pt 1, Simon, Peter, Elias and Mike / Pt 2, Michael and Helen Distortion, Agnes / Pt 3, Annabelle, Jude, Oliver / Pt 4, Maxwell, Manuela, John, Jane / Bonus, a visit to the vet

Gertrude blamed Eric Delano for the situation she was in. Well, Eric and Fiona Law. She could hear the two talk on the 30th that Gertrude felt was not work related. Her suspicion was confirmed as Eric knocked on the door to her office, leaning against the doorframe as he waited for her to look up. 

“Yes Eric?” 

“So… Are you doing anything tomorrow?”

“Why are you asking?”

“Because it’s Halloween. Going out for drinks with, oh, what was his name? Jurgen Lighter?” 

“Leitner.” Gertrude sighed. “And no. I’m going to be home. Halloween is just a time of year to give children excuses to eat a lot of candy.” 

“Riiight-” Eric drummed his fingers against the door frame. “You got cats though, right?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to dress them up?”

“Now why would I do that?”

Because Eric and Fiona were dead set on dressing up the cats. So after work they forced Gertrude to the local pet shop in order to find enough costumes for the cats. It was quite hard figuring everything out. Spending hours there looking at photos of the cats to find the right match. 

“We’ll go home to yours directly after work then?” Fiona clarified with Gertrude before they went their separate ways. Gertrude only answered with a nod and mumble about how tomorrow would not be a great day.

31st started just fine. The day went on as usual, though her assistants were more talkative than normal. Eventually it was time to leave and the four stood ready as Gertrude exited her office. She sighed. Clearly no one had forgotten. 

Some of the cats were very easy to get into their costumes. Oliver, Maxwell and Manuela got dressed as bats with wings, matching their already black fur. Oliver let it happen while the other two put on a bit more of a fight. Eric had a bit worse of a luck than Emma as he decided on the twins, both wearing a very colourful snake costume that Michael had first fought to not have to wear, Gerry however had been more peaceful, glaring at Eric as he got a onesie full of different types of eyes on it. 

Poor Sarah had decided to take on Mike, which had gone as well as one might expect from him as Sarah tried to get him into a cloud costume. She had then taken three of the more peaceful cats. Simon, dressed as a bee and Peter who had accepted his fate to be dressed as a jester. She had even managed to catch Elias to put him in an owl costume. 

Gertrude decided to make it as easy as possible by taking the cats that seemed the most interested in the costumes. Tim dressed in a cape similar to how a vampire costume would be, Martin who got a cow costume, Sasha who got a small knitted sweater and quickly made glasses to fit a cat, Jon who joined - or was bullied by Tim - was put in a moth costume. Agnes came up to her for her costume, looking like a fire with a crown on top of her head.

Fiona got Daisy into a dog costume, Melanie got on a lion's mane and Basira who got put in a box painted like a police car, though not without some chasing, scratching and something that fell from a table.  Emma stuck to the theme of the matching outfits as she managed to get Jane into a worm costume, John into a fly costume and Annabelle into a spider costume. Eric changed out Georgie’s collar to one that said ‘The Admiral’. Jared got a onesie similar to Gerry’s though this one had a pattern of bones. Fiona had to take Jude and Nikola. Jude dressed up as a flame while Nikola looked like a toy soldier.

After a bunch of photos and attempts at getting Gertrude out with them, Emma, Fiona, Sarah and Eric decided to leave. Planning to go to some bar they liked. Leaving Gertrude alone with cats in stupid costumes and having to answer the door as people dressed up came by. Which was a bit of a pain as cats wanted to get out or the people showing up saw the dressed up cats. Gertrude was not very happy to get the cats OUT of the costumes again.

[marxthedumdum]

Imagine this: WERECAT STEVEN.

- He is based on the Maine Coon or Norwegian Forest cat breed. Or a Lykoi. Though probably Maine Coon. :) Or a lion. (Shrugs)

- His normal form is the same, his werecat form has the upper body (and tail) of an anthropomorphic Maine Coon cat! Only slightly taller. And scarier, because of the red eyes.

- ZOOMIES!! ZOOMIES EVERYWHERE!!!

- When he is grumpy, excited, or sad, his ears perk up.

- His hair connects and becomes fur. It's hard to tell where the mane ends and the cat body begins. Unless if you're Daisy, who grooms her husband on the regular (because she's a cat groomer. That's an actual job lol)

- Probably adopts a kid or adult (or both) from the street and turns them into a werecat or a catgirl. (Or cat beastman or cat demi-human lol)

- Meows whenever he wants attention. He baps and smites you if you mock his meows.

- I can imagine he roars. His roar is basically really loud and is a lion-like one, meaning a poor victim who hears it is gonna be too scared shitless to move, and it makes his job of smiting and/or turning his victim into a werecat/catgirl/cat demi-human/cat beastman MUCH easier!!

- Definitely turned Aria (Aerith), my OC (and possible secondary sona) into a werecat at some point.

- Daisy is probably a cat demi-human or cat beastman lol

- Swap!Daisy is probably a werecat who is based on the Lykoi. Swap!Steven is a cat demi-human/cat beastman who is an excellent knitter and gives her lots of sweaters and hugs and scarves and mittens and such just to keep wifey warm 💕💕💕

- MissingNo probably turned Steven into a werecat as part of the Ritual that brought Miki back....and now he seems to be some Alpha Werecat who can turn others into werecats or catgirls/catboys or cat demi-humans. (Or cat beastmen lol)

- Milkman Steven is SCARY AS FUCK as is, but imagine him, all covered in blood from murdering people, entering the house in werecat form, and stares down at Doorman Daisy!

"Babe. The baby wants milk."

Daisy looks behind her, and a sigh escapes from her lips.

"Steven, we don't have a child...unless you're talking about that werecat kitten you adopted the other day."

"No. I am talking about myself and my desire for milk-what do you think?!"

"...well, you're coming with me, regardless. We need to get her some tuna."

- Having a werecat husband is tough. Same with a werecat child he adopted (and probably turned into a werecat prior to adoption 😨). Imagine opening a can. And you see a cute tabby and a big black ball of fur. Both staring at you!

Also, he smited me and now I dunno if I'm a catgirl or a werecat or a cat demi-human lol here's a bonus picture

(lol, I don't know if I should make Aria their adopted child or their bio child or some kid/adult that Steven found and took in by force or by luring in with choccy milk lol)

i like to think that. missingno has a mind of its own and tries to mutate steven beyond recognition to drive him into Maximum Madness and fully possess him but eventually gave up when he and his wife keep being stubborn jackasses and then got kids (if we go by your oc/fan-child hc) :))) speaking of milkman steven, DOORWOMAN DAISY‼‼‼ steven casually snitching on other doppelgangers just to make daisys job easier,,, (whenever its stevens turn to req entry he starts becoming the Furball he is and scratches the window with pleading eyes until he gets in) sometimes steven will also get in the office w his wife and cuddles with her and the amount of weird faces the neighbors give them XD (daisy: me and the bitch i pulled by being autistic) to help steven with the money to make milk, some days daisy would work as the one killing the doppelgangers instead of detecting 'em since it pays her more than being a doorwoman...... and steven just. tags along. :3

[ihopesocomic]

Sorry if this has already been answered but how would the original MP AU idea have played out before the comic became IHS? I've seen a few other "re-writes" of MP here and there and I'm real curious as to where you would have gone with it.

This has been answered to some extent elsewhere but I don't recall where so here goes:

For starters, we didn't get very far with the AU idea before we changed it to IHS. The only real thing I recalled us tackling was merging Farleap and Feather into one character, who starts out as an annoying sibling but eventually grows and matures and appreciates Nothing. This character was called Featherjump/Featherleap.

They were Adamant's early concept.

Some of the things we would've done different with My Pride include:

Sharptongue would've been a villain rather than Powerstrike. This would've explained why she accepted Quickmane whereas Moonstrike rejects Fire: she's a staunch traditionalist to Pride Law and values obeying the rules over her grandchildren. She's also bitter that Starmane killed her mate (so she's not sorry to see him go) and viewed Powerstrike and Waterhunter siding with him as a betrayal, making her relationship with them rather strained.

To go off the above, Sharptongue would still be Hunt Chief and would fulfil Powerstrike's role. She would offer Hobblestep to Nothing as a huntress name after her assessment and Nothing would respond with 'I'd rather be named nothing than that!' and that's how the name sticks. It still sucks but it at least gives a bit of agency and provides a moment where Nothing stands up for herself.

Nothing and Featherjump/Featherleap still leave the pride and would stumble across the pride of Moonstrike and Barkmane, who do not abide by Pride Law. The two become surrogate parents to Nothing and treat her well.

Fire (who still pretty much has the same role) still kills Barkmane and this is the first time Nothing has seen him in a while, standing over the body of her surrogate dad. This is how we would handle the cliffhanger of Episode 9: who is Nothing gonna side with?

Naturally, she sides with her new pride because Pride Law sucks and it's cost her not one dad, but now two. She and Fire have their showdown and Nothing - due to being well fed and living in a healthy pride as opposed to the nomadic Fire - wins the battle but lets her brother live and run off.

Nothing then earns a new name: Nothingmane. Because she's a Mane without a literal mane. Sounds silly, but at least it's a new name with a meaning that isn't so bad.

The events of Episode 8 are then played out as the climax as opposed to smack bang in the middle of the season. Which gives the show's season finale a bit of a payoff.

So, yeah: not a complete and utter rewrite by any means but just some things we would've done differently. idk how we would've handled Hover. I like the idea of her being somebody that we'd encounter much later down the road as opposed to right away, as Nothing's arc should firmly remain as Nothing's arc for the first season. I also like the idea of our gay romance being born from the reincarnations of Kyoga and Karabi joining (since everyone and their mother suspects Hover is Karabi) and bringing justice to the world. Lite's reincarnation would be Fire, since nobody else fits the bill and I like to think we would've given him a more developed villain arc. The foundations for it were there (he just wants to survive), so we would've just established things a bit more. Maybe made him more of a consistent jerk here and there lol - RJ

[montcumbry-gaytor]

Nepenthe. chapter 02

act one : tacenda

THIS IS AN OC INTEGRATION FOR THE WITCHER, IT IS NOT A X READER FIC.

— bluhh chapter two!?! I'm just gonna preface that the original script of the Witcher will be extremely audited to fit the added chatacter? and it might come with a side of plot holes and out of character actions.

tw for : canon typical violence, mentions of alcohol, burning buildings.

(n.) things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence.

We are deep in the woods, my back is to a tree as I run my dagger against a small grindstone, the fire in front of me provides a much needed warmth in the damp and cold environment.

Over the fire are fish speared on sticks, Geralt makes quick work of cooking them, I can see he takes the one that has been slightly overcooked and hands me the other.

"What exactly are you looking for in Posada?"

I ask, when I set my grindstone and dagger away for the fish, my fingers graze Geralts for just a second, though neither of us seem to mind.

"Work, Silence, Money."

"Same old routine until the winter?"

I ask, picking apart the fish and pulling at what I choose to eat.

"You could say that."

Geralt replies, and eats away at his own poor excuse of food, I can see the bags in his eyes, he's becoming restless.

"I'll take first watch, You need sleep."

I say, raising from my spot by the fire to look over our small camp, if you could call it that, Geralt crosses his arms over his chest and shut his eyes, he's never been one to easily fall asleep.

Though he eventually does, and I stay vigilant through the night, I'm tucked up on a thick three limb, The forest is quiet, and I continue to sharpen my blades, and make work of the silver arrows I keep on my horse as well.

Geralt sleeps roughly halfway through the night, his eyes shoot open as he scans his surroundings, landing on me as I halt grinding away at my weapons.

"Did I wake you?"

I ask, letting my legs hang off the branch, they dangle slightly and I kick them to keep my blood flowing.

Geralt shakes his head and lets out a gruff 'no' and stands in front of the still going fire, though it's now at small embers and lingering heat.

I hop off the small perch, planting my feet into the soil, I watch him as he rounds the fire, and eases a gentle hug around my shoulders, I stiffen, unsure what to do at first, before my arms snake around him.

He doesn't do anything, but he stays in the embrace, his breathing is hot to my ear.

"Love it when you just hold me here."

I say, letting out a fond chuckle as I rest my chin on Geralt's shoulder, I can hear him let out a deep breath from his nose, it's a mix of a sigh and a soft chuckle.

"I'm sorry."

He says, I can feel him thickly swallow, he's worried about what I'll say, so I say nothing, but give him a small pat on the back and pull away, my eyes flicker to his, before I back myself to slide down a tree, landing on my rear.

"Goodnight Geralt."

I say, positioning myself in a similar position Geralt was in to sleep, and let myself doze off, the burning fire only warms up my body and old memories.

It's Tir Tochair, I can see it as it's structure is up in flames, though I cannot do anything more to save it as my horse keeps galloping through snow, but I can smell it's remains in the air, It's the reason I could not have a normal life, but would I have lived past it nonetheless?

I have not returned since, I seem to always abandon my home.

When I wake up, the sun is barely over the horizon, it's light bouncing off the dewey trees, the fire is out and I find Geralt sitting across from me from the other side of the fire pit.

"Should we get going?"

I ask, I rub over my eyes, my left hand is more gentle as it passes over that scar, my skin raised from the claws of an old friend.

Geralt stands, nodding with a gruff 'Yeah' and begins to collect the things left around the campfire, I do the same and bring my quiver back to my horse, belting it back to its upper thigh.

I take a moment to pet through its deep mane, he whinnies and his body shivers lightly, warming himself up as he prepares for yet another long ride.

"How long do you think it'll take us to Posada?"

I ask, untying my horse from the tree as Geralts horse —which he named 'roach' much to my confusion— Sidesteps around the tree, deep brown eyes focused on me, so I pet her gently on the snout.

"Shouldn't take us more than a day, unless we find work in between trips."

Geralt replies, sitting a medium leather bag on Roach's back, She doesn't seem to mind.

"That's good, Any stops in particular?"

I ask, I try to make small talk, though I'm not sure why.

"If we need to, we'll stop by Kalkar."

I let out a hum and keep quiet after, mounting my steed, as Geralt has done the same we ride out of the woody outskirts of the mountains, the sun holds on our backs, and by the time we're in central Aedirn it's over our shoulders, and Dol Blathanna isn't far.

The land is flourishing In Posada, even on its lower levels the grass is thick, when we enter we find a stable, leaving our horses in the hands of a man with coin, and enter the Middle levels of Posada, a large tavern awaiting us.

When we enter, a bards music hits my ears, it's not bad, but the writing is.. a tad unrealistic to my standards, but nonetheless I follow Geralt into a small booth and take a seat.

A young woman occasionally stops by our table, once to let us make our requests, and another to drop the drinks off, Geralt seems distant, as stares into his drink, though I'm quick to down mine, the alcohol feels like water in my stomach.

The tavern boos as the bard sings an odd lyric, and throws an assortment of food at him, which he pockets, and i can't help but chuckle, as i take a deep swig of my drink, an unfamiliar voice speaks.

"Love the way you both just sit in a corner and brood."

— sOOOO... how was that?!? a good intro to the second episode? I thought so >:) as always this shit is NOT proofread and there MAY be plotholes, but hey, I'm trying </3

[prism-empurress]

Hook #1; Greenfyre is dead

I wasn't allowed to see her body. Nic tried to hide what happened to my sister. He wasn't responsible for her death, he just didn't want to ruin my "innocence".

I ripped out multiple clumps of thick, curly hair in anger.

"Fuck off with that bullshit!" I yelled, "What the hell happened to her?!"

Nic stood firm, like a rock.

"You're not going out there, and that's final."

I screamed in anguish at him, but he didn't budge. Hot tears and and snot flooded my face, trickling down my shirt.

She can't be dead. She's done this before. Greenfyre even taught me how to do it. But I knew it was serious because I wasn't able to tell her to knock it off. Outside, multiple people were surrounding the blue tarp, occasionally peeking underneath and taking notes. I was too distraught to listen in.

Nic was nice enough to give me a tissue. It quickly became damp, though.

"Go clean up, and then we'll talk." He said, softly patting my shoulder.

I walked to the bathroom, washed my face, and glanced at the mirror. What a hideous face I had. Puffy red eyes, runny nose, wrinkled chin. But that's all anybody saw of me. A crybaby.

Swapping my snot stained tee for my soft pajama top, I returned downstairs to Nic with my arms crossed. The silver-maned wolf sat in his recliner, heating pad on his arm.

He looked up at me from behind his tiny reading glasses.

"Feel better?"

"Cleaner."

"That's good."

Nic exhaled heavily and ran his fingers through his thin bangs.

"I know this is a lot for you," He said, "It is for me, too."

"How are you keeping calm at a time like this?" I snapped.

"Someone has to."

I scoffed.

"You had a crush on her, aren't you devastated?"

"That was a long time ago." He said, but I knew that got under his skin. "Of course I'm devastated."

I hated him right now. Nic was so stiff and calm, like a mountain. Nothing ever made him erupt. Except for his flare ups. But even then, he was unmoving. Wasn't Greenfyre the love of his life? Why wasn't he demanding justice?

I glared at him.

"I'm hungry." I said.

Nic sighed, and got out of his recliner.

"I'll cook for you, but you need to eat it, okay?"

"Fine."

"Promise me?"

"I promise I'll eat."

"Good, I'll make something nutritious and filling for you."

A small smile, and he headed into the kitchen.

The kitchen was Greenfyre's favorite place in the cabin. Next to the garden and greenhouse, though. She was always happily singing as she cooked this and that. Nic didn't sing. The kitchen was quiet except for the sounds of chopping and stirring. I tried watching the cartoon ponies on the tv, but I kept thinking about how perfect their lives were and if the concept of death even existed. Nic shakily stirred the pot, accompanied by various clinks and clanks as the stew swished around. The smell of it made me gag, I knew there were gonna be too many flavors for me. But I promised him I'd eat his meal. However, the thought of eating his stew brought back unwelcome memories. I tried to shake them off. I couldn't shake off the stench, though.

I made a promise, I repeated to myself. Eventually, I couldn't hear what the ponies were saying anymore. I just heard their voices mocking me with their high pitches and idyllic world. In disgust, I turned the TV off.

"Dinner's ready." Nic poked his head into the living room. Quietly, I sat at the dinner table. Staring down at the bowl of stew, I gulped nervously.

"You said you were hungry," Nic sat opposite to me, "So eat."

[givekennyabreak]

If you wanna do another one: 🏕️ with Kenny !! (Either for yourself, for Bug or for both)

🏕 If you met [character], would you get along right off the bat? What would be the first impression of each other that you get? Would it change after you've known each other for a while?

It's time for my selfship to shine - but I'm gonna do both because I LOVE Bug.

For myself: I think it'd take a while to get along with Kenny, because I'm weary of new people (it be the social anxiety); once we actually get to talk to each other, I think we'd be good friends, with a few common interests - remember how he swapped the book with Kristi so they could read a chapter and talk about it? Count me in!

My first impression of Kenny: 'oh no, he's cute and got freckles'

His first impression of me: 'this dude is very quiet'

Yeah, it would change. As I said, it takes me a while but once I open up to someone I can be quite chatty, especially if it's something I'm really fond of (I was the dinosaur and space kid. I'm the math adult); I am also quite protective of people I love, and i'm patient when needed, but it doesn't take much to make me mad - I'm the one person my friends would call if they needed help to fight someone; so, from quiet dude to friend who is very much soft but also a ticking time bomb. My impression of him would also change, because come on - who wouldn't fall in love with this kind, selfless, cute man who is really hot when he gets mad? From cute man to cutest man to ever walk this earth. Cue the cinnabun x hot-headed ship (up to you who's who in this case ;))

Now, for my baby Bug!

At first glance, Kenny thinks they're insane. This person walked up to the diner after sunrise with dirt all over their face and leaves on their mane of a hair (it was so tangled they just gave up on it), a big ass backpack that covered halfway down their thighs and a pet carrier with a chicken, and promptly passed out after seeing him. Just what happened in here?

Bug thinks they're in heaven. They survived the night after a couple of their 'friends' tried to murder them an their pet chicken on some deserted road, saw said friends get torn apart by some monster who had the widest smile they've ever seen on someone's face irl, then hid in a hole like their first night on a new minecraft survival server, clutching the pet carrier with Jellybean as close to their chest as they could. Then, they found a random beat down town with a diner and wow - they're starving, and the snacks on their backpack sound really tempting but real food sounds even better, and is that a cute guy coming out the door? He's cute. Really cute, really tall and- They're out.

They'd get along fine after that - if you count Kenny tolerating Bug's constant googoo eyes and them daydreaming about him as that. They would be friendly, and Bug would make their infatuation obvious - calling him their ray of sunshine, giving him a few of their hidden snacks, and even holding Kenny when he has nightmares - yes, Bug was placed with Kenny, Tian-Chen and Jade (with whom they have a very sibling-like relationship, believe it or not).

Kenny grows to like it eventually - the attention, the care and the way Bug tried to protect him from the tiniest things, that just made his heart beat in a way it hasn't done in a while. Bug is ecstatic as they see the way he's more receptive and open to their affection (still always asking Kenny for permission before doing anything), even getting interested in hanging out with Jellybean - that's when they know they're in love.

KenBug in a nutshell.

Aaaaand, I've written an essay

Thank you for asking!! <333

[brainrot-yumm]

my final boost of this (lie) cause I'm pretty dang confident in my pickings. Now I just need to name them all. And then figure out all the ones I missed.

as a result of this, these are the main relationships in there, in order of the listing, judged by how weird they are:

Twilight x Fluttershy = not the most popular of mane six pairings but given how well jmart goes I can see it

Rarity x Rainbow = again, not the most popular of pairings ever. In MLP canon I think they'd be horrible for each other but I suppose that's why it would work in MAG canon (since it's friendzone all the way home)

Sunset x Twilight = lmao why did you think I made sunset Georgie. I made the actual popular pairing exes. On purpose.

Sunset x Applejack = ?????? Very much one of the weirder ones. I don't. See it? I guess opposites attract but also sometimes very similar people attract too

Trixie x Starlight = the only two that I don't feel match up with their MAG equivalents at all but I just had to do it because I like toxic yuri

Lightning Dust + Starlight (+ means nonromantic) = Bitch is gonna get equalized lmao

Daring Do x Sunburst = Ima be real I've never seen Sunburst's runtime ever so I don't know how weird it'd be, but I'm 100% certain no one's ever thought of that ship before so

Diamond Tiara + Daring Do = deeply interesting I think. TBF Diamond Tiara is gonna be a very redeemed character in the MAG au, but I suspect she'd still be quite a bit annoying and pompous. I don't know the kind of patience Daring Do would have, but it's probably not that much.

Cheese Sandwich + Daring Do = on second thought if Daring managed to survive a superficially close bond with performance-mode Weird Al I think she'd have enough patience to take care of Diamond Tiara

Cadence x Shining Armor = WHY DO YOU THINK I MADE SHINING PETER. DUH.

Celestia + Twilight = Canon Twilight was already Celestia's special little boy. Nothing has changed besides Celestia's moral standing.

Cadence + Twilight = EXTREMELY awkward for the first year. Gets easier when Twilight notices that Cadence seems to forget they know each other.

Shining + Fluttershy = VERY funny. Even funnier if Flutter doesn't even know he's Twilight's brother until, like, the scottish safehouse. then they can joke about how he didn't seem to really approve of Twi's gf.

Shining + Twilight = OOF is there gonna be some serious fucking angst. What she does to him is gonna SUCK for her

Celestia + Luna = I'm honestly really disappointed that the Dark had such little runtime in canon MAG. Like that was such a big thing in season 1, the equality of closed eye vs. open eye. I'll give Luna more runtime for sure she deserves it

Luna + Cozy Glow = I've never seen Cozy act either but I do agree in general that throwing a kid into Hell is weird. Having said that. I think it'd be a real interesting dynamic for revenge-oriented Luna to deal with the antichrist.

Jordan as Zephyr Breeze - just a little intermission, I actually was giggling kicking my feet when I picked this, because it means that eventually Fluttershy is gonna witness her girlfriend turning her brother into an ant monster avatar. Top tier dramatics.

Discord + Twilight = oh man would that be fun to animate. Would there still be the lotioning or would it be a more MLP centered spa routine? Questions questions

Adagio + Twilight = kinda slay right?

Pinkie + Fluttershy = honestly based

Ditzy Doo + Twilight = very silly. You get why Twi wouldn't wanna kill her

Tempest Shadow x Aria Blaze = another ship I'm 100% certain has never been seen before. The real question is who would be Tempest's Barnabas?

Sombra + Gilda = UNBELIEVABLY funny. Hello brash lady in canon. Your father is Sombra now.

Tirek + Gilda = Because why have one season ending antagonist as a father figure when you can have two?

I should also figure would who would be the people in the dreams

so to tally up the ramblings so far:

And I just feel the need to emphasize that I'm crossovering all the characters based on personality, not relationships. Which means there are gonna be some weird as hell dynamics going on. That's where the spice comes in, you understand.

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Jon - Twilight Sparkle - Twila "Twi" Sims

Martin - Fluttershy - Flora Blackwood

Sasha - Rarity - Rachel James

NotSasha - Sweetie Belle - "Rachel James"

Tim - Rainbow Dash - Ramona "Rain" Stoker

Danny - Scootaloo - Lucy "Scoot" Stoker

Melanie - Applejack - Adelaide King

Georgie - Sunset Shimmer - Sasha (listen it'd be funny) Barker

Basira - Trixie Lulamoon - Tohfa Hussain

Daisy - Starlight Glimmer - Aurora "Starry" Tonner

Gertrude - Daring Do - Delilah Robinson

Jurgen - Sunburst - Siegurd Leitner

Rosie - Coco Pommel - Colette "Coco" Zampano

Smirke - Zecora

Dekker - Sweetie Drops

Mikaele - DJ Pon-3

Gerry - Diamond Tiara

Mary - Spoiled Rich

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Elias - Cadence - Cecilia Bouchard

Jonah - Celestia - Clara Magnus

Peter - Shining Armor

Maxwell - Luna

Callum - Cozy Glow

Jane - Chrysalis

John Amherst - Flash Sentry (it'd be funny)

Jordan - Zephyr Breeze

Michael - Cheese Sandwich

Helen - Pinkie Pie

Angela - Lyra Heartstrings

Tom Haan - Grand Pear

Nikola - Discord

Breekon & Hope - Flim & Flam

Sarah Baldwin - Applebloom

Jane Doe - Sugar Belle

Max Mustermann - Party Favor

Doctor David - Double Diamond

Annabelle - Adagio Dazzle

Simon Fairchild - Sonata Dusk

Mike Crew - Lightning Dust

Oliver - Ditzy Doo

Agatha - Tempest Shadow

Jude - Aria Blaze

Jared - Snips & Snails (I got an idea)

Robert Montauk - Sombra (now who would be funniest to be his kid)

Julia - Gilda

Trevor - Tirek (going from one super evil dad to another lol)

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??? - Tirek

??? - most of the rest of the mane 6's families

??? - silver spoon

??? - Babs seed

??? - cheerilee

??? - moondancer (potential lonely)

??? - Twist

??? - Suri Polomare

??? Sapphire Shores

Wonderbolts?

Tree Hugger

I really wanna use Big Mac but like. Where would I put him. Who would he be.

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Also Twilight greys out through the first few seasons, but when she reawakens it's all gonna turn into her iconic hair streaks

Is my hyperfixation obvious yet