#SORRY THAT I DIDN'T GET TO POST THIS YESTERDAY

[inktopuck]

miss honey | jack hughes social media au (pt.6)

pt. 5

yournamelastname

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yournamelastname winter break with mom after getting snowed in the first couple of days!

l_hughes06 with bear !!!

_quinnhughes and jack, apparently??

trevorzegras what??????

yournamelastname thank god for bear and his fluffiness

_quinnhughes yeah and jack's, right?

trevorzegras WHAAAAT???

elblue06 you two are so stunning!!! my favorite girls!!

yournamelastname i need you guys to include me in your outings from now on please i am sick of the boys

elblue06 you say that as if you're not their little leader, shortcake 😉 always were always will be!!

jackhughes oh those diaries!!

yournamelastname shh!

jackhughes

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jackhughes happy holidays everyone!

yournamelastname quinn looks a little bit different on that first one but still ate you two up

jackhughes i was going to say something...

yournamelastname keep quiet

jackhughes hey i thought you weren't going to be mean to me anymore

yournamelastname i made no promises

trevorzegras what is going on here

l_hughes06 i'm thinking a lot of thoughts

colecaufield saved by the power of friendship

yournamehughes well jack actually

colecaufield this is weird, this is suspicious

yournamelastname

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yournamelastname rewatched matilda so now i'm leaning into the tz nickname

trevorzegras you're welcome, miss honey!

jackhughes you're kinda not that bad to look at sometimes

yournamelastname can you give any straight compliments or

l_hughes06 he used the word beautiful when he was on the phone with you yesterday

jackhughes dude

colecaufield context my man.......

_quinnhughes someone finally stole those awful overalls from trevor

jackhughes what now

yournamelastname i found them at the lake house how would i know they were his

_quinnhughes were there zyns in the pockets

yournamelastname .... yes

elblue06 🔒

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elblue06 my handsome boys

l_hughes06 gee ma thanks

elblue06 you didn't show up for our facetime so

trevorzegras no luke 😢 don't worry buddy, you're MY handsome boy

colecaufield i thought he was mine only??

_alexturcotte petition for jack to shave that awful goatee wannabe thing off

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bradytkachuk call me quinnyyy 🔥🔥

yournamelastname 😍

elblue06 shortcake? you okay?

l_hughes06 i think this was a typo

_quinnhughes she was hacked

jackhughes 😏

a/n: i'm so sorry this took so long and it's not that good i've been going through writers block and it's soooo frustrating!! hope i can go back to posting regularly soon!!

[agirlandherquill]

truths

goodness it's january 1st already, only feels like yesterday that i typed up the final post for writeblr - which was such a blast, and thanks again to all who participated - and even if you didn't, it's never too late to use the prompts for a little inspo! - anyways, for the past couple of days i've been working on a little story, something completely outside of my usual comfort zone,

for starters, it's not fantasy, in my mind it's a contemporary thriller, and it's written in first person (cue the nervous butterflies)

and incase the title wasn't a give-away, i've decided to give this story a very simple title - truths.

it's a story about a journalist in a small town trying to solve a series of murders terrorising the community, and she's teaming up with a private detective to do it - which is bound to have it's chaotic moments, just like the case and the story she's trying to write

and for once in my life, I've come up with a little blurb (queue sarcastic applause, because blurbs are the bane of my existence)

"Three murders and counting plague a small town, where no-one has a clue who's responsible, not even the police, and it's the greatest story to hit the local papers in years - only it's not been written yet, because journalist Bette never publishes an unfinished story. She is going to find the truth, find who's responsible, and finish the tragic story for her community, once and for all. Only she's not alone. Someone else is along for the truth-seeking ride. Private-Detective AJ appoints himself her partner in crime - or truth, if we're being specific - and he has no intention of letting the killer walk free. Let the search for truth begin - for all of them. Because the truth is twisted, it is tragic, it is different, from every angle. And for Bette and AJ, the truth could be just as deadly."

have i got your attention? read on if you'd like a sneak peek to the story, with the first chapter :) (and if you want to read more, i'll be sticking the chapters up on ao3, which you can find here)

He’s looking at me again.

For the fifth time in the last hour, I pretend to sip from my empty mug, using the opportunity to catch a glimpse of him. Only this time as I shift in my chair, someone walks past, crashing into my table. Coffee spills from their mug and onto my shirt. 

I stand up with a gasp at the shock of it, then try to swipe a few napkins from the rack on my table, dabbing frantically at the stain while the person whose coffee has now ruined my day leaves the shop without another word. 

“Some people hey? Are you all right?”

I look to my left. A man, early twenties, unruly brown hair and blue eyes stands there, offering me a few more napkins. Oddly nice of him. Nicer than anyone else in here. 

“Thanks. I’m all right.” I take them, and make a pitiful attempt of rubbing the stain out of the material. “I can’t say the same for this though.”

“At least it didn’t damage anything more important.” 

“What?” I look at him, confused. Is my shirt not important? Is it not important to not look like a coffee-stained slob at 11:33 in the morning? 

He gestures to my laptop, sitting next to my empty mug. The criminally empty mug, which he spots, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement. “Oh,” I sigh, reaching and double checking nothing had spilt on it. It was fine. “Yeah, I guess so.”

That’s when I notice it. The table where the staring man had been, was empty. I look away, then to him. “I guess this was just the perfect excuse you needed to come over and talk to me, wasn’t it?”

He props a hip on my table. As though he has the right to do so. I fold the useless napkins into a ball and stuff them in my empty cup before I look at him again. “Get bored of staring for an hour?”

“I didn’t need an excuse to talk to you.”

“No?”

“I just needed to know the right thing to say.”

I tense. “I’m sorry?”

He blinks, then holds his hands up. “I swear, I’m not one of those guys that tries to pick girls up in coffee shops - I’ve never- I don’t-”

Why is it on me to stop him digging his own grave? I sigh. “It’s fine. Look, I’ve got a busy morning ahead of me, and I’d rather not stand here in a stained shirt and become a spectacle, so if you want to say something… Go for it.” 

He clears his throat. “I’ve been here for the past couple of days, wondering when you’d come in.”

“Right,” I stare at him. “Because that’s not creepy.”

“No, no, I-” He rubs his neck, clearly flustered. “I was told, that if I wanted to talk to you, that this was the best place.”

I should be more alarmed by this, shouldn’t I? But there was that usual nagging at the back of my head, curiosity doing its usual tactic of becoming irresistible. It’s going to become a problem for me one day, I know that, but for the past 23 years of my life it’s not steered me too wrong so far. I sit back down in my chair, scoot my laptop out of the way, and nod for him to sit. He looks surprised that I’ve not told him to scarper. He sits down and I take a minute to take him in. His shirt is white, new, I think, judging by the lack of creases. All of the buttons are done up, save for the one nearest his throat. He likes to be presentable, but not so uptight that he’d rather not breathe. Brownie points in my favour. If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s people who act as though they were born with sticks shoved up an unspeakable orifice. He wears a blazer - if I had to name the shade, I’d go for slate - Not too obtrusive on the eyes, but nice all the same. And it fits him well. Tailored? No. I think that’s muscle under there, not fabric. 

That’s when I realise I’ve been staring for a fraction too long. He’s smiling at me, an awkward one, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Then again, if he’s been watching me for the past hour, I’m allowed to return the favour, right? 

I prop my chin on my hand. “So, first off, who told you I’d be here?”

“Alfie.” Down at the Piper. Course he did, mouthy bastard. I’m not allowed to have my own private schedule down there.

“You want a job down at the Piper then?” I’m surprised. He doesn’t strike me as a journalist. In fact, he looks too nice for that.

He shakes his head, and I have to admit, curiosity digs its claws into my mind a little bit more. “What then?”

“I-I think it’ll make more sense first if I explain to you who I am.”

Policeman. Christ. He’s come to tell me I can’t use my sources on this story and without them, I’m-

“I’m a sleuth.”

I have to hear him say it again in order to believe my hearing’s not just left me and gone to hell. “What?”

“A… Sleuth. A private detective, whatever name you want to call it.”

Private detective, not an actual one. Phew, I’m in the clear. I tilt my head. “Go on then, Detective, tell me about yourself.”

He shifts in his seat, as though the mention of the title makes him squirm. “Well…” He looks nervous. I pity him. He’s not the sort of person I like to see squirm. For starters, his suit hasn’t come from the posher shops way down the high-street. I raise a hand to the passing waitress and order us two more coffees. He looks at me, blinking, before he seems to relax a little and goes on. “My name is AJ, I’m investigating the…” He stops as the waitress brings us our coffees, I slip her the cash and take a sip of mine, while he waits for her to be out of earshot before he continues.

“I’m investigating the Chapel Murders.”

I very nearly spit my coffee in his face. It scorches my throat as I force it down and reach for my laptop, discreetly shutting the screen. The screen of the story I’m writing for the Piper’s front page, about the very same thing. If he’s seen anything- No, he can’t have. But how does he know I’m the one that’s writing- Oh. Alfie. I’m going to drown him with the water fountain one of these days, then he’ll keep his mouth shut.

I take a napkin and dab at my lips, gesturing for him to go on.

“I’ve been asked by one of the families to find who’s responsible, and since the police aren’t about to do me any favours, I thought I’d come to you.”

“And you think I know anything?”

“I think that you’re the best chance I’ve got in this town, and you’ve been typing for 30 minutes straight, you’ve got something.”

“Listen, there’s such a thing as credibility and I can’t have you putting mine into question,” I sigh, packing my laptop into my bag. I pick up my coffee and stand. “It’s been nice talking to you AJ, I wish you the best of luck but I’m afraid I can’t help you.” No matter what Alfie’s said.

His face falls. I didn’t expect to see him so disappointed, but then I remind myself. He’s a P.I. He’s got to be used to doing things on his own. I raise my coffee cup to him. “Have a nice day.”

I leave The Brew, my favoured coffee spot in town, at precisely 11:48, when I check my phone and round the corner. I get to the zebra crossing when someone touches my arm. I jolt. My phone flies out of my hand and clatters to the floor. Someone reaches it before I do. I turn and see AJ, holding it out. “Look, I’m sorry, I just really need your help.”

“So you try to give me a heart attack?”

One of the cars at the crossing beeps at me. I shoot them a glare. Drive past then, it’ll be my funeral if I step out. But I’m busy right now. They beep again and I wave them through, turning back to AJ, who is still touching my arm. “I told you, I can’t help.”

There’s something in his eyes that stops me from bolting immediately. He looks… Sad? 

He takes a deep breath, then pulls his hand away from my arm. “Matt Colton. The second victim. He’s my brother.”

I pause. His face did feel familiar. But when I’ve spent the last two nights staring at the photo we’ve put out for Matt’s eulogy, it would be one I wouldn’t forget in a hurry. Guilt kicks me in the ribs. I can’t just tell him to get lost now, can I? He deserves to know. He deserves to find the truth about who took his brother’s life. Isn’t that why I took this job? For the truth? For people’s stories?

I thrust my coffee cup into his hand. “Hold this for me.”

He stares at me, but takes it. “Why?”

“Because, I can’t write with my hands full.” I fumble with my bag for my pen, then take out my notebook, flicking to the back page. I scribble the address for the Piper on it, then my email address, then I tear the page out and hand it over to him. “Meet me there, 7:45am tomorrow. Don’t be late.”

I take my coffee from him, a small part of my stomach fluttering at seeing the hopeful smile dawning on his face.

“Thank you. I mean it. T-Thank you.”

I salute him with my coffee and head across the road, only to be stopped by someone shouting. 

“Hey! Hey!”

I pivot on the curb, confused.

“I called about you at the Piper, but Alfie never gave me your name.” He gave you everything else though - Christ, I’m having words about privacy when I get back to the office.

“It’s Bette.”

He smiles at me, and waves. “I’ll see you tomorrow Bette.”

And then he walks away on the other side of the street, and strangely enough, I find myself looking forward to it.

~ ~ ~

now for the tag list!

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@humbly-a-doppelganger @imawholeassmood @frostedlemonwriter @yrndrgn @abditorywriting

@riveriafalll @lead-to-code @casualsuitturtle @floweryprosegarden @joeys-piano

@catwingsathena @godsmostfuckedupgoblin @nothoughtsjustmhaandotherthings @anaisbebe

@drchenquill @leahnardo-da-veggie @tiredpapergirl @pastelpinkhobbies @a-mimsy-borogove @the-letterbox-archives @corinneglass @darkluminosity @kuebiko-writing (so sorry for the super late addition!)

[arttsuka]

You think if a stray cat got in they would pick up Jed and Oct like a baby cat? Cause I do

Yes

Edit: I love how no one noticed (or at least mentioned) that I'd forgotten to color the tip of the cat's tail...

Here it is

[atlasblue85]

i've got this new astronomy - buddie - 1k - rated G

“You said we’re experiencing joy,” Buck says, jabbing a finger at him, “so this is what will bring me joy.” “No,” Eddie replies, “I said I was experiencing joy. Or rather, that I should stop denying myself joy. It wasn’t meant to be a group activity.” “Well too late,” Buck says. “We’re here now and I want some joy.” “Fine,” Eddie sighs. “How many do you think we’ll need?” Buck asks. “I think that’s entirely up to you,” Eddie says. “How much joy do you want to experience?” “As much as possible,” Buck says with a huge grin.

written for @winterofbuddie week 1 - celestial creativity

[ectonurites]

The thing about ‘Tim is into blondes’ that really weirds me out is that no only has he dated more girls with dark hair but it’s that people are actively ignoring the women of colour that were love interests bc that doesn’t fit their narrative. Like Tim is shown to specifically not have a type like you said he specifically states he doesn’t care but in insisting that he likes blondes it just ends up feeling worse than just a little fanon. Idk I don’t think people are actually trying to be racist bc I don’t trust them to actually know canon but you know it’s just weird.

I might not make sense but it’s something I think about

Oh anon don't worry you 100% make sense and I absolutely have had this thought before, too.

Like I do agree that it's in large part a result of 'people not actually reading Tim's comics or being familiar with his canon' because it's not like these girls are the only big part of Tim's canon that the fanon-heavy people ignore... but the end result of them getting ignored is the same regardless of intent, and it fucking sucks!

[dragonita-arts]

A cycle renewed, a cycle passed. Dragon to dragon, gold to ice, a new era awaits to be cast.

A quick personal piece

[ask-world-academys-host-club]

do you as the hosts have the stereotypical trope-roles (like in ohshc)??? or are you all just going full natural?

[themintman]

I don't know if you've posted anything about it before, but I was curious about the lore behind your Nurm. Like, what made you look at him and go "creature spotted" (proceeds to create a badass Nurm). He's just so great 🥺

OH I HAVENT POSTED ABOUT THIS YET, YOURE RIGHT.. I KEEP MEANING TOO OMG

I'm so thrilled to hear you love Nurm OML!! Honestly, I just like making creatures whenever I can.. 😭 my Nurm USED to be human when I first drew him (cause I figured that's the socially acceptable thing to do), but he slowly got more and more silly and now here we are. So, here is some Nurm stuff, and by extension notes on my creature villagers !!

---

Okay so first of all I know I've said this time and time again but I love it dearly. Even before he was fully creatured like he is now, my Nurm was based on these cats called oriental shorthairs. And oh my god fucking look at it

THAT IS NURM. THAT IS A NURM CAT. Even now, my villagers are heavily inspired by these little freaks, as you will see below ⬇️

Of course they have the long noses and heads and the thick brows like in actual Minecraft, but my villagers also have pointed ears and fangs. Also fur..

So.. no. My villagers technically aren't bald 😭 he feels a bit like a mouse or perhaps a hamster. Also, like I said in the photo, he can grow a much fluffier coat to keep warm! Fuzzy Nurm my beloved.. also yes this does mean he was super furry in episode two. And yes he came into the institute looking like a pom pom.

Villagers have patterns on their fur, some more common in certain biomes than others. Nurm has some stripes along his back and limbs, but this is only one pattern they can have! There's many more 😋 usually, the patterns are a slightly lighter or darker colour to the rest of their fur.

Also, villagers have a tail, as seen in a few of my drawings. Little deer like tail 😛 they also have longer bodies and shorter limbs, plus claws!

Nurm's behaviour is kinda cat like sometimes too. If you jump out at him his fur will puff up and he will jump back and stand up as tall as he can 😭. He sounds vaguely cat-like too. Yes he purrs. Yes he can loaf. Nurm loaf 🍞

I may do another post about my villagers (stuff like clothing, manners, etc etc), this is just general non-human stuff. The things that really make Nurm a Creature!!

(also if this isn't what you meant by Nurm creature lore please let me know!! I'm just now realising this is more villagers than Nurm-)

Uhhh tldr Nurm is just a freaky cat 😭

[the-pianist-from-accumula-town]

Little by little, sketches are coming together!

[tapipolouzer]

rlly messy lpsf doodle, i might add the other doodles i did last year in a magma with a friend that i never posted

[celestecreation]

CapNap VS Skibidi Toilet Rap Battle, Who will win Comment your answer 3 2 1

[makorragal-312]

That moment when you're on the Klance shipper to Buddie shipper pipeline and you realize that the queerbait you experienced before just got obliterated with your comfort character's bi confirmation.

[thegreenhordes]

N: I don't know you.

I'm not sure I trust any of you.

I'm still not sure what exactly is going on.

For a moment N--- walks around the home he has entered, staring at the four skeletal remains within. He notes that the bones are in good condition, nothing showing signs of the infection... These ponies died healthy. An empty, overturned bottle nearby tells him all he needs to know about the circumstances of their passing.

When a box materializes before his eyes N---, for a brief moment , seems startled. His haunches lower slowly once he registers what just happened.

N: I-

He sighs, shaking his head.

N: Fine... I'll accept your little offering.

Doesn't look tampered with at least.

He looks towards the remains again, seeming to pause and ponder. Then, he looks towards you. His gaze is direct but unfocused- it doesn't breach the veil, but it is clear that he feels it, even if only subconciously.

N: ...

My name-

My name is Null, by the way. Current resident of a ruined Ponyville... and one of the few ponies still studying The Glow.

its coming its coming its coming

[thsc-confessions]

"I think Ellie would make a cute goth girl" submitted by anon

[worldofgoo]

also i already said this elsewhere but i got him mop psycho pilled which ill consider a win. better than watching popular shonen slop constantly

[echoheart0324]

Sorry for just kinda disappearing in and out lately, I recently moved into a dorm (with 7 other people...), and I genuinely feel like I'm going to lose my mind... Q.Q