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hauntingrabbits · 3 months ago

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Happy Batman day! Went back and finished the last batch of the MLP AU I had sketched way back in May.

Part 1, Part 2

More info under the cut!

Enigma/The Riddler (Edward Nygma)

Intelligence and puzzle-solving are deeply valued among sphinxes, and those who fall short of their standards are often ridiculed and cast out. Among some (prejudiced) Sphinxes, other sapient, non-Sphinx species such as ponies are looked down-upon or seen as fundamentally inferior for not putting as much stock in puzzles and the like as sphinxes do.

Enigma, though considered a prodigy for his remarkable intelligence and skill with puzzles even among his fellow Sphinxes, was ostracized when a pony unfamiliar with Sphinx culture (a younger Sundown traveling Equestria for his training), humiliated Enigma by unraveling a puzzle of his that was meant to be judged as his final submission in a prestigious event, permanently staining his reputation and wounding his massive ego.

After years of quiet ridicule from his peers and his own growing obsession over the event, Enigma eventually snapped and fled to Gotham for revenge. His contempt has since spread far beyond that of the original pony he wished to prove his superiority over, and he now makes all of Gotham the target of his obsessive schemes, constantly trying to prove his superiority and feed his ego by putting ponies through his elaborate puzzles and riddle-based traps. He sees Batpony’s skill and determination in foiling him as both an inherent challenge to and a slight against his own abilities, reminding him far too much of that original pony from so long ago.

Other notes:

-Apparently sphinxes in MLP have pony heads instead of human heads which makes sense I guess but it threw me through such a loop man.

-Whilst traversing the wiki I ended up with the same problem I had with chimeras in the first post where only one ever shows up in the series and there's no other info on them. So I made stuff up again.

- I imagine Sphinxes live a very long time, so the event Enigma was embarrassed at would probably take a long time to roll around again and he'd be forced to stew with his anger and wounded ego for far too long. I'm not sure what the puzzle was exactly or how Sundown dismantled it, but I imagine he did something extremely simple that a Sphinx would never have thought of (a la that software engineering joke), making it feel far more unfair and humiliating than if he'd solved in the intended way.

-His naturally crooked tail settles into the shape of a question mark, and the pattern on his arm is meant to look like a stylized question mark wrapping around his forearm (the "dot" is the white of his paw).

2. Miss Friday (Miss Tuesday)

Enigma’s teenaged assistant, Miss Friday seems to be the only pony the sphinx enjoys (or perhaps simply tolerates) the company of. Beyond her having met Enigma in Tartarus during their simultaneous imprisonments, the exact origins of her relationship to and exceptional status with her boss are a bit of a riddle in of themselves. Regardless, the two seem to have something of a mutual understanding, and Miss Friday’s mental prowess and dubious moral code are more than a match for Enigma’s own.

Other Notes:

-Yes this is a "The horse's name was Friday" joke. I'm sorry it was just too good to pass up.

-Miss Tuesday already sounded like a MLP name, but the horse named Friday thing was just too perfect for somebody who works under a guy who's whole thing is riddles. Also I relistened to the BTAA episode where she's introduced while coloring her and I noticed they reference His Girl Friday several times, so fun coincidence?

-The candy-striped leg patterns are based on her canon costume's striped pants & are meant to mirror the Riddler's wrapped leg pattern. The dark patterns on her face are supposed to be reminiscent of eye bags.

3. Mania (Bat-Mite)

Bat-Pony’s self-proclaimed biggest fan, Mania is a Draconequus embodying the spirit of obsession. Normally he watches the hero from his own dimension, but at times he tries to insert himself into the narrative or help Sundown fight, both to varying degrees of success. Though he genuinely adores Bat-Pony, Mania is usually more of a hindrance than a help, and can even be directly antagonistic at times when his obsession goes too far.

Other notes:

-Similar issue to Chimeras and Sphinxes, only two Draconequuses (Draconequui?) show up in the series, one being Discord (embodying chaos), the other being a comics-only villain known as Cosmos (embodying malice), but honestly what little we're given worked super well for the character anyway. Discord seems to come from his own unique plane of existence/dimension and Cosmos has similarly strange origins; both have penchants for causing mischief with incredible reality-warping powers; and both embody non-physical concepts. Bat-Mite being a reality warping 5th dimensional creature obsessed with Batman was surprisingly easy to adapt.

-He has the head of a pony, a ferret-like body, two front rat paws, mite antennae, an insectoid wing, a bat wing, a pigeon foot, a chevrotain (mouse deer) foot, and a monkey tail. I tried to have him mostly made up of animals that were very small, seen as mischievous, and/or seen as pests.

4. Poison Ivy (Pamela Isley)

Said to be more plant than pony, Poison Ivy is the self-proclaimed princess of the Green. Though once a regular Earth pony, she began to spiral after receiving her cutie mark and fully coming into her powerful natural attunement to plant life. Fleeing into the nearby forests on the outskirts of Gotham, she wasn’t seen again until many years later when Gotham’s city refurbishment and expansion efforts began to encroach on the forests borders, where she reemerged with strange new powerful magic and retaliated violently.

Though she isn’t recognized politically or physically as an alicorn, plants grow from the flesh of her body in the pattern of a horn and wings characteristic of those born into or bestowed with royalty, and the strange natural magic that accompanies them seems to almost rival that of a true alicorn’s.

Other notes:

-I dont really have anything to add to this one I just thought a false alicorn would be a cool concept.

-the whole alicorn royalty thing is very strange to think about isnt it? I feel like the ruling class having such insane amounts of physical and magical power probably has much more pressing ramifications than ever was, would, or should be addressed in a kids show but they are fun to think about.

-Her actual name is Poison Ivy, yes. It sounded like a pony name. I don't know what that says about her parents.

-The leaf wings are folded down in the graphic but I think they are flighted, or at the very least useful for gliding and expressing emotions.

5. Saltbrine (Oswald Cobblepot)

Short, stout, and flightless, Saltbrine’s moniker of “The Penguin” has its origins in the taunts of his peers from his youth. Though the title has persisted into the current day, it’s often spoken with far more fear and trepidation throughout the alleys and backstreets of Gotham than ridicule. Saltbrine owns two of Gothams most well-known businesses, one being the luxurious, high-class Iceberg Lounge…and the other being the organized crime syndicate the former acts as a front for.

Other notes:

-Again don't have much to add to this one. One of my favorite designs though, I love the giant beak face.

-The bird half is actually based on a puffin, because a penguin felt too on the nose for Oswald and too strange for a hippogriff (I couldn't get the wings or face to look right at all either). I feel like the title being an insult works a little better if he's not literally half-penguin.

-he's the same color my club penguin avatar used to be (RIP)

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ithebookhoarder · 8 months ago

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Hiiiiiii, Could i request an Anthony Bridgerton x wife!reader fic where Anthony married reader who is from a lower class (basically like Theo) and they end up having a fight because reader did something that would be considered out of class or simply wrong while she’s trying to learn to be a viscountess. Sorry if it didn’t make any sense English isn’t my first language 😭😭😭

All's Fair in Love and Cricket (Anthony Bridgerton x Wife!Reader)

Synopsis: After getting into a fight with your new husband you decide to settle your differences in a 'sporting' fashion, whilst reminding Anthony once and for all just who he married.

A/N: Ohhhhh boy did I enjoy this one. I'm sorry if it feels a little rushed or clunky in places, I may make some more edits at some point. I struggled with the flow of writing so much action but I loved it too much not to post it. So yeah, anxiety be damned else this would join the rest of the unposted drafts I have stashed away. I hope you enjoy it. 💕

Warnings: Anthony being a stupid idiot, class references (discrimination), reference to illness

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It was late summer and as the sun beat down on the green lawns of St James’ Palace the lords and ladies below began to wilt. Many a woman held her parasol above her head in a desperate attempt to remain cool, which was hard when you wore petticoats and had nothing to do but sit and watch the men play cricket for hours on end.

Even Her Majesty looked like she was struggling to make it through the afternoon's entertainment, her attendants desperately fanning her where she sat under her canopy. They looked close to melting in their ornate gowns, however they were clearly willing to endure if it allowed them to continue admiring the game - and more importantly, those playing it. It was like waving a bone in a dog’s face as they watched all the eligible young men of the court sprinting about the green, their physique and athletic talents on clear display.

No wonder the Queen had her opera glasses with her, despite her proximity to the field.

You almost felt bad for them, watching as the men were subjected to the same treatment as the young ladies were night after night at social functions… hence the 'almost'. After all, there was a sense of satisfaction watching them preen and dance about like show ponies on display. That, and the view wasn’t exactly a terrible one when your husband was one of those playing.

You’d have endured sitting on that blasted green a thousand times over, baking in the afternoon sun and surrounded by swooning women, just to watch Anthony Bridgerton as he captained his team.

Being one of Anthony’s oldest and dearest friends, his competitive nature was well known to you (for which you had one too many games of Pall Mall at Aubrey Hall to thank), but it seemed to be out in full force today. You’d simply lost track of how many times he had dashed back and forth, working up somewhat of a sweat as he barked orders at his teammates in a desperate bid to ensure victory. It was no surprise to you that he had subsequently been forced to remove his jacket and roll up his sleeves, exposing his rather sculpted arms to those watching.

As you said, there were worse ways to spend an afternoon - and normally, you’d have been smugly lapping it up, however, today you were unable to truly enjoy yourself. Not when all you wanted to do was march over to him, take that cricket bat and give him a good whack or two. Maybe that would knock some sense back into idiot…

That was the issue with being in love with your dearest friend: those who knew you best also knew the best ways to hurt you, and Anthony’s behaviour at dinner the following evening had proven just how true a statement that was.

It had all started after the entire family had been summoned to the townhouse for a dinner, to toast you and what had so far been a successful first Season as Viscountess Bridgerton. At first, everything had appeared normal, with the usual laughter, merriment, and ease that one would typically experience at a Bridgerton gathering. It was what had first endeared the family to you, back when you had been but a small child, living at Aubrey Hall as the only daughter of their Stable Master.

They had never been anything other than kind to you, inviting you to play with their children, and join them in their daily lessons. They had also bought you gifts on your birthdays, invited you to join them at events, and even paid for the finest doctors when your father had fallen unwell several years ago. It was as if, to the Bridgertons, your family was their family - an attitude that they extended to the all members of the staff that kept their ancestral seat running. It didn’t matter if you were Head House Keeper, or the greenest of scullery maids. Everyone was counted and cherished, and the Bridgertons had earned utmost loyalty in return.

The rigid rules and divisions of high society didn’t appear to exist within the wisteria covered walls, and it had been that way well into your young adult life. In fact, it had been you that had initially rejected Anthony when he first declared his love for you one day, after taking you along with him on one of your many afternoon rides.

You’d been the one to remind him who he was and that society expected him to marry someone they deemed worthy of him and his title - and that wasn’t you. You didn’t have a penny to your name beyond the small sum you’d saved from helping with the younger Bridgerton children as a governess. You didn’t have a title or an estate or anything to bring to a marriage.

“Except the most important thing!” Anthony had pleaded. “Love… I love you, and there is no one else for me in this life except you. Life is short, terrifyingly short. Look at my mother and father… to be without the person you love most in the world is an agony and I cannot bear it. Please. I can’t lose you. I will not spend my life without you, knowing love is within both of our reach but that we were too afraid to grasp it? If I cannot spend my life, no matter how long it may be, with you then I will have no-one. No-one. My brothers can have the title. I don’t want it. I only want you.”

He’d continued to insist that for the following 6 months, even after his family had moved to their London house for the Season. It didn’t matter how many beautiful, eligible, wealthy heiresses he was introduced to. He would entertain none of them. He would have none of them. Only you.

It’s what he’d continued to insist until you’d eventually accepted, realising that he was right; Love was the most important thing and you both deserved to have it in your lives, come what may.

So, you’d said yes.

You’d become engaged and gradually made your way out into society as the new Viscountess Bridgerton, armed with the support and guidance of the Bridgertons.

Which brought you to last night and the dinner that had been organised to mark the end of the most challenging, but rewarding, Season of your life - and the dinner had started so wonderfully. Yet, somehow it had all gone to hell in a hand basket in the mere blink of an eye thanks the well meaning, but ill timed, teasing of Colin and Benedict.

Your brothers-in-law had both decided to raise a toast to your first Season as an ‘official’ member of the family and they'd got off to a rather complimentary start, if you were being honest. However, they had somehow moved from their praise on to reminiscing about the many years and many adventures you had had since joining their family.

Whereas every anecdote had caused the rest of the family to spiral into more laughter, your husband had looked more and more infuriated. In fact, Anthony had warned them not too kindly to ‘sit down’ and ‘shut up’ about your childish behaviours, which of course had only encouraged them further.

“Oh, hush, brother,” Benedict had quipped, raising a glass to your successful debut. “She knows we mean it all in good fun. After all, she once had a phase where she refused to wear shoes and would walk barefoot around the estate, traipsing mud everywhere! I think we’re allowed to be surprised by how far our dear darling Y/N has come.”

“It’s true - It’s a miracle,” Colin added, wiping the tears of laughter from his cheeks. “The transformation is remarkable. Who knew she would go from feral ragamuffin to lofty Lady Bridgerton.”

Anthony’s only response had been to tighten his grip on his glass to the point it looked like it would shatter.

Whether it was the residual stress of your busy social calendar, or something else entirely you had no idea. All you did know was that Anthony was angry, and even your gentle touch would not soothe him.

In a desperate attempt to calm him, you’d pulled Anthony out onto the terrace shortly after dessert had been cleared and asked what was happening. Much to your surprise, he had turned on you, venting about how childish his brothers were and how embarrassing it was that they were discussing things unbefitting someone who was a Viscountess.

“They’re just joking, my love. They were doing it to get a rise out of you.”

“Well, it wasn’t funny,” he’d growled, causing you to bristle. “They’re so immature. They need to grow up and realise we’re not children any more. That… that you’re my wife and joint head of this family.”

“So? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t, Anthony,” you snapped, the warning clear in your tone. “What are you trying to say?”

“Nothing, I just - it - they’re… it’s embarrassing.”

“So, you’re embarrassed? By what? Your family? Or me? Because everything they said tonight is true. I did do those things, as did you. I may not have been born a noble lady but you knew that when you asked me to marry you. So don’t suddenly act like you're ashamed, that you are somehow better than your family - than me.”

Somehow the argument had only spiralled from there, with both of you saying things you didn’t mean, and with both of you storming off and slamming the doors behind you.

Even now, sat on the edge of the cricket pitch, the thought made your blood boil. How dare he? How dare he act ashamed of you and the wondrous memories of your youth together? It wasn’t as if you hadn’t grown and matured since then. You had done everything within your power to be worthy of him and his family, and yet all it took was one mention of the girl you had once been to make him upset?

As if sensing your silent fury, Eloise had been glued to your side since the moment you'd left the house. Her company had been a blessing, with her numerous whispered remarks and jokes, making the day almost bearable. One remark in particular from Eloise had caused you to burst out laughing in a most undignified fashion after watching Anthony trip over one of the opposite team - the Duke of Hastings of all people.

You still weren’t quite sure how they had been positioned on opposite teams, but you were sure there was some kind of wicked divine intervention responsible. Who else would think it a good idea to put two competitive men against one another? Your hosts, perhaps? After all, Lady Danbury and Her Majesty had organised the game and you had learned long ago not to underestimate the women - especially when they decided to conspire together.

“How long is this delightful game again?” Eloise’s polite remark oozed with sarcasm as she leant back against the tree behind her.

It was obvious she was bored senseless. In fact, you half suspected she would have already left had her mother not been sat on the opposite side of the green, watching her like a hawk.

“I’m not sure,” you groaned in reply. “I lost count of who was winning about an hour ago.”

“So, we’re to be trapped here for eternity?”

“Pretty much, considering this part will not end until either Simon or Anthony lose, and we both know that neither one of them will concede defeat easily.”

Eloise rolled her eyes. “And I thought they were bad at Pall Mall-”

“-LOOK OUT!”

The cry interrupted both of you as you turned in surprise. Given the so-far sedimentary tone of the day, neither of you had expected such excitement as numerous Lords and Ladies began to hurl themselves out of the way as a stray cricket ball rocketed through the air, towards the crowd.

“Good god!”

The exclamation seemed apt as both you and Eloise ducked, watching as the ball sailed past, causing several yelps and groans from the people around you. You were pretty sure you also spied a glass of lemonade flying through the air in all the chaos. However, your attention was drawn to the figure charging towards you to retrieve the offending item as it rolled to a stop.

Anthony.

“Pardon me, Y/N,” he murmured, reaching down to collect the ball that now lay a small distance from your feet. You nodded in greeting, aware of the many eyes watching but you elected not to say anything, not trusting yourself not to make some snide remark.

As it was, you both had barely said more than a handful of words to each other since your argument last night.

Clearly sensing the lingering tension between you, Anthony quickly turned to address his sister instead. “Eloise.”

“Ah, brother," Eloise cheered. "Splendid play so far. Tell me, when did the object of the game become the decapitation of the ton? I would have attended far more cricket matches had I known that was the aim of the game.”

“You can blame Simon for that one,” he replied, his taunt hidden beneath his neutral smile. “Still, good dodging back there. I thought he might have nearly caught you both.”

“Almost.”

“But alas he missed, like most of your players today,” you quipped, enjoying the way Anthony seemed to redden at the reminder of his team’s less than stellar performance. “Still, good effort. You’ve almost caught up with Her Majesty’s team. I believe that’s better than last year.”

“Well, that might have had something to do with the fact that she does have Simon,” Anthony grumbled.

It was true, no one could out-run Simon - even if Anthony always gave it a damn good try: hence why the Queen often had him captain her team when he was in London for the season. Besides, the head of the other team was usually Lord Duval, due to his position as the Queen’s chief administrator. However, it seemed his brains and financial strength were all he had, due to the fact his social skills, and athleticism were sorely lacking.

“Touché, and who is up next?” Eloise asked.

“I don't actually know. The other team seem to be taking remarkably long to sort themselves out.”

Just then, almost as if on cue, three men began to hurry towards them.

A quick glance revealed that one of the gentlemen who was approaching was Colin Bridgeton, and the other the Duke of Hastings; that much you knew. The third was rather unfamiliar to you, however, you were pretty certain he’d been playing on Simon’s team. Regardless of his identity, neither he nor any of the other gentlemen now stood in front of you looked very pleased. Rather, they looked as if they had all sucked on a lemon, their frowns were so deep.

“Sorry to interrupt ladies, but I must reclaim Lord Bridgerton here for a moment. It appears Anthony will be needed to bowl again,” Simon sighed by way of explanation.

“What on earth for?”

Colin was the first to answer. “Lord Dingby is unable to bowl on account of the heat, and the Baron will not play.�� His skepticism was clear as he shot the so called Baron a disapproving look. “He ’twisted his ankle’ or so he claims, thus we are down a bowler and the other team is down a player.”

You all rolled your eyes.

“So then, who will bat?” questioned Eloise curiously. “If Anthony is bowling you still require one more man to take their place on the other team?”

Wasn’t that the question of the hour. However, no one appeared to have an answer, and by the disapproving glare steadily growing on the Queen’s face, they didn’t have long to come up with one.

“Maybe Lord Stevens?” suggested the third man hastily, staring around at the crowd.

“No. He injured himself riding the other week,” Simon replied. “And unfortunately our hosts only saw fit to invite enough male guests as were playing. We aren’t exactly spoilt for choice regarding possible options.”

It was true. There didn’t seem to be any visible answer in sight given that those most suited to the game were already positioned on the field.

“What about female guests though?”

Your question hung in the air for a moment, causing everyone around you to turn in surprise.

“Excuse me?” Anthony looked at you suspiciously as you began to rise from your seat. He was well versed enough to know when mischief was afoot. A fact that was proven right a moment later as you held your hand out towards a shocked - and excited - Colin.

He was only too happy to oblige your silent request as he placed the bat in your grip. It was rapidly becoming the most exciting event of the season and lord knows he wasn’t about to spoil the fun - especially if he got to rub salt into Anthony’s wounds at the same time.

After all, given his display the previous evening, it was time you truly gave him something to feel embarrassed about. Losing.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Perfectly,” you smiled. “You’ve seen me when we’ve played Pall Mall. I have a decent enough swing. Besides, you said yourselves you need an extra player and there isn’t exactly anyone suited left - not anyone male, anyway.”

“Anthony?”

To his credit, your husband was also smiling, even if you could see the sudden tension forming behind his perfect smile. “I see no problem with it. I’m sure our hosts would prefer the game finished rather than called off because we ran out of players.”

“Agreed. Well, it’s settled then.” Simon cheered, clapping a hand on Anthony’s shoulder as they looked back towards the field. “It seems she will be taking his go.”

Then they noticed the rain cloud of a man next to them.

"She can’t play!” protested the third man. Everyone looked at him in silent disbelief. “This is a gentleman’s game. A Lady can not play."

“Her Majesty seems to have no objections,” Eloise commented smugly, glancing across the field. Indeed, it was true Her Majesty seemed to have no objections to the turn of events, choosing instead to exchange a wad of pound notes with the man beside her. If anything she looked exhilarated by the prospect. "Besides, I doubt a feeble female such as ourselves will pose any threat to your team, your Lordship.”

“Well… I… Bridgerton, I still don’t think-”

Thankfully, Anthony was all too busy gazing at you to take any notice of the pompous oaf’s objections.

It was a look you were more than familiar with, the unspoken desire and encouragement obvious in the way his gaze softened. It was the same look he always gave you when you’d done something amazing (and most things were amazing in his eyes). It didn't matter if it was taming a particularly unruly horse, solving a maths problem that left the rest of them scratching their heads, or daring to step onto the dance floor at your first ball, knowing not another soul in that room other than him.

It was a look that made you feel invincible. That you could do anything and everything you put your mind to as long as you had Anthony cheering you on from the sidelines... you were a team. Always.

"Anthony?" you asked, the challenge obvious - but also your sincerity. If he truly did not want you to play then you'd have marched back to your chair and sat right back down.

You'd meant it before. You loved your husband and wanted nothing more than to be the best partner you could be. Your hurt from last night had stemmed from the fear that, for a moment, that wasn't enough for him anymore.

Fortunately, it appeared you were wrong. Your husband wasn't embarrassed by you. If anything, he looked ready to kiss the ground you walked on as he leaned over and whispered in your ear, "If you can get four runs, I will personally pay you 5 pounds."

"You have a deal," you laughed. "As it is, women and ladies alike play cricket up and down the country. It’s high time we had a chance to show you boys up."

The other man began to protest again. "My Lady, my La-"

He never got very far. You simply stopped, turning and handing him your parasol and shawl.

"Thank you," you cheered marching away.

He paused, taken aback. It didn’t help that Eloise was only too eager to firmly pull him back into your now vacant seat with a glare that could have melted ice.

All around applause broke out as the players resumed their positions on the field. It took a moment or two for them to prepare for play but now everyone seemed to be watching intently.

Oh well, if you were to dare to play at all then you may as well dare to achieve something from it, you mused, gripping the bat handle and aligning yourself with the wicket. Victory seemed a rather good start, especially given the fact you had no idea what Lady Whistledown would make of this turn of affairs. You’d already had a shocking enough entrance into the world of the Ton, what was one more daring display?

"Go easy, Lord Bridgerton," the referee cautioned from the side of the green.

Anthony nodded obediently at the crowd’s titters. You could see the restraint he was demonstrating, choosing not to hurl the ball at you the way he would had you both been in the privacy of your home. Instead, it took all his will power to grip the cricket ball and resume his position on the field.

Unfortunately, you never knew when best to desist from poking proverbial bears. That, and Anthony was too easy a target.

"Yes, do go easy on me," you jibed. Everyone who knew you could hear the sarcasm buried in your voice as you took the bat and fluttered your eyelashes at him. "I’m only a delicate woman, but I must endeavour to ensure her Majesty’s team at least has an opportunity to best you, Lord Bridgerton. You’re only losing by what? A few wickets?"

Oh. You were in for it now.

Anthony’s grin was devious as he stepped back a few paces, weighing the ball in his hand till finally he charged at you, swinging his arm over in the perfect bowl.

It was then you brought up your bat to send the ball back in a high arc.

There was a moment of stunned silence as everyone followed the ball with their eyes. It was as if they couldn’t believe you’d actually managed to hit it. However, the shock quickly wore off as everyone remembered the point of hitting the ball in the first place.

"GO!" came a yell from the crowd as excitement began to spread.

So, you did.

Hitching your skirts in one hand, you began to sprint towards the other set of wickets, grinning as your partner passed you along the way.

Of course, you would have liked to protest that you could have indeed run faster had you not been encumbered by your stays and petticoats. Your slippers were also rather terrible for any movement. What you wouldn’t have given for a pair of trousers right then.

"Come on!" came another yell - it seemed as if everyone was forgetting their dignity in all the excitement as you tore back and forth across the grass in a mad blur.

Had it been anyone but you, it would have been a terribly scandalous moment. Yet, your name - and the status of your betrothed - meant this was all merely seen as sport. Besides, from the way Her Majesty was whooping from her perch by the trees, it was clear where her loyalties lay.

"Come on Y/N!"

"Anthony! Run!"

"Over here!"

"Come on!"

The cries blurred into one as you finally turned at what you planned on being your final run, only to spot Anthony as he came sprinting back towards you… and the wicket.

"Oh no, you don’t," you laughed, charging onwards in a final burst of energy.

You could hardly catch your breath as the world slowed around you.

All that remained was you, Anthony, and the closing distance between you.

You could see his desperation laced with delight as he watched you stagger towards the wicket… just as the ball he’d thrown hit it.

"IN!"

The referee’s declaration initiated an eruption of noise as all around the green, men and women celebrated the spectacle they’d just witnessed, and the victory you had now ensured. Within seconds you were swarmed, mobbed by well wishers and triumphant team mates. There were so many hugs and snatched ‘well done’s that you were quite at a loss what to do other than stand there and accept it. Thankfully, Anthony seemed to have read your mind and was at your side as soon as he was able to fight through the jubilant throng.

The moment he reach you he took your hand in his. His expression was a mixture of awe and contrition, clearly unsure what to say to you.

"Good game," he praised. "Simon better watch out - I think Her Majesty will be asking you to captain her team next year."

"What a tremendous idea, Lord Bridgerton. I may just do that."

As if summoned by the very mention of her, a voice rang out clearly from behind you. Without even turning you knew exactly who was standing behind you, as the throng suddenly fell silent around you and parted like the Red Sea. In all the excitement you had failed to notice the Royal party making their way across the field to join in the celebrations.

With a gulp, you turned and dropped into the most respectful curtsey you could manage without falling flat on your face. "Y - your Majesty."

The Queen chuckled. "I must thank you, Lady Bridgerton, for providing such excitement to our proceedings today. I also must thank you for the twenty pounds I just procured off of Brimbsley - that’ll teach him to bet against me."

You merely dipped your head in gratitude, unsure whether this was actually happening or not. After all, the closest the you’d ever been to monarch was your hasty presentation several months ago and that had barely earned you more than a curious glance, like you had been some exotic animal on parade at the Zoo. And now, the Queen was addressing you? A lowly Stable Master’s daughter?

It was enough to make you feel as if this was all some kind of surreal dream.

"Anyone who bets against your Majesty deserves to be relieved of their coin."

"True, True," she preened, gesturing for you and everyone else to rise. "I gather you have played this game before?"

"Growing up around the Bridgertons ensured I had little alternative," you confirmed, relieved when the Queen proceeded to chuckle good-naturedly.

"I dare say you didn’t, my dear. Well, it certainly makes for a rather entertaining afternoon, as well as a victorious one. Perhaps we aught to have women playing more often." She turned her head and chose to direct her next words directly to your husband. "You’ve chosen quite the bride, Lord Bridgerton - you are to be congratulated on choosing such a spirited partner. I hope you realise how lucky you are."

"Indeed, your Majesty," Anthony replied, the earnestness clear in his eyes. "I’ve realised just how truly unique and remarkable she is… and how lucky I am that she chose to be on my team, even if not on the cricket pitch."

Another round of laughter echoed out at his declaration but you knew it was more than just a jest. In fact, by the all-too-clear pride radiating off of the eldest Bridgerton you knew what he truly meant with his honeyed praise.

It was all the apology you could need and had you not been in such company you’d have dragged him into the bushes and shown him just how much you forgave him. Besides, your victory on the Cricket pitch was enough pay-back for both of you.

As if sensing the amorous tension steadily rising around her, the Queen chose that moment to make a well-timed departure, in search of a refreshment. She barely gave you all a final nod before marching off to greet the rest of her guests, leaving you stood there with a rather gobsmacked expression on your face.

"Well… that really happened," you murmured, struggling to maintain your newfound confidence now that the whole saga had come to an end. "Did I actually just do that? Did the Queen actually just … talk to me?"

"She really did," Anthony confirmed, hands grazing yours nervously, as if unsure whether or not you’d accept his touch. However, your hands accepted his readily, fingers intertwining as you squeezed his palm in an obvious attempt to ground yourself. "You truly were incredible today - I know you don’t need to hear it but, for what it’s worth, I am proud of you."

"Thank you."

"And I truly am sorry for being such a world class fool, last night," he continued swiftly, clearly keen to make his apology whilst you were willing to receive it. "I didn’t mean to make you feel as if I was embarrassed by you. I never could be. It couldn’t be further from the truth. I was vexed with my brothers and because of several other trivial matters, but I allowed my temper to get the better of me and I handled it poorly. I lashed out at the wrong person - the one person who deserves nothing less than to be told how incredible she is, every single day. I am unworthy of you, Y/N. I know no one else in the entire world so awe inspiring and to let you think otherwise for even a moment was my failing entirely. You are brave and smart and funny and kind and beautiful-"

"Ok, Anthony. I get it."

"-and I am unworthy of someone with such skill on the cricket pitch-"

"Anthony," you squealed, trying to hide your laughter as he pulled you into his arms and smothered your face in kisses. "It’s fine. I forgive you. After all, I also lost my temper and said some things I didn’t mean. Can we just agree we’re both sorry and put this mess behind us?"

"Yes! God yes," he sighed, looking like a weight had visibly lifted from his shoulder. "Because I really do not like fighting with you. Instead, I think we should be enjoying your victory parade. Today is your triumph, after all - the Queen’s champion."

"Hmmm, I rather like that title," you purred, gazing up at him. "But between us? I prefer being your wife, much much more."

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bangchansgirlsblog · 11 months ago

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Ive been imagining this and ik its weird BUT ot8 skz being perv and so obsessed to fem 9th member.. Like they get super jealous and the fem readed being a people pleaser like she cant say no to her friends and cant stand seeing them sad so when the members started to became sexually touchy w her they used that against her and be like "dont u want to see us happy? We've been tired and we just want to relieve some stress.. I thought u can help us.. I guess not" and they pretend to be sad abt it and the reader just felt guilty for not helping her friends so she lets them touch her which led to smut KDNDJFKDJ its weird but idk i die for these kinds of fics

Hands on me?

Warning: Angst, sexual activity, manipulation?

Pairing: polyOT8 x reader.

Summary: Don’t you wanna see us happy baby? They said as they slowly peeled her clothes off.

AUTHORS NOTE: this has been in my requests for a while and I write this when I first started off SO it’s not good at all BUT I’m going to write another one using this same request cause I have another idea AND this was in my drafts for a while so I’m dropping it to clear it.

I hope whoever requested this, enjoys it 🥰

"Baby?!" She heard someone call for her from the living room.

"I'm in here!" She replied. Her hair was up in a pony tail and she was currently wearing shorts and a croptop with no bra on making her look yummy.

She heard a bunch of voices start piling up in the living room meaning that the boys were back home.

A small smile creeped up on her face as she continued to wash up the dishes she had used to cook dinner. She made a big dinner because at the end of the day she was feeding 8 of her boyfriends who were also MEN.

"Hey love," Han walked into the kitchen. His hair was in a hat and he had his normal hoodie and cargo pants on. "Are you feelings better?" He asked while taking a few steps towards her until he towering her. His breathing was heavy probably from the flight of stairs.

"Mmm, yeah. Just been a long day that's all." She sighed and looked up at him. He had a pout on his face making her coo at how adorable the boy was.

"I missed you," he said in between kisses.

"Missed you too momo," he rested his head on her shoulder she continued to finish the dishes.Han was always clingy, not more than Felix but it was more than the other boys, that was for sure.

As she finished up she felt His hands slowly wondering around her body then slowly landing on her ass. oh, makes sense. He was horny.

She did love every interaction with her boys, she really did but today she wasn't in the mood at all. She was tired and she had a horrible headache from work. having sex was not on her to-do list but a nap was.

"Do you want me to take care of you?" He whispered in her ear causing shivers to run down her spine. She was sad because she was going to turn him down and she knew how stressed all the boys were, he just wanted have fun.

"Maybe not right now momo, I'm not in the mood," She told him while finishing the last of the dishes and drying her hands. He pouts and lets out a small whimper.

"Have you eaten yet?" She asked him changing the subject.

"Not yet no," he frowned.

"Okay then sit, let me call the other guys to come eat too," She encourage him, "and don't forget to put your dirty clothes in the laundry basket," She tiptoed and gave him a quick kiss before going to the living room to find only Changbin sat while scrolling through his phone.

He was wearing all black and he had his glasses on. His hair was fluffy and curly meaning today he was in the studio all day.

"Binnie?" She walked and sat by him, "what are you doing?"

"Hey baby," he kisses her temple and then her lips, "I was just lacing up my shoes, what about you? How was your day?"

"I'm tired that's all," she pouted, "and my period is coming soon so I'm breaking out!" she exclaimed and crossed her arms causing him to chuckle.

"I mean atleast you look nice," he dropped his shoe and pulled her close to his body, "you look beautiful, pretty, gorgeous, amazing-"

"Okay, okay I get the point," she roll my eyes playfully.

"Hey? Am I not allowed to praise my beautiful girlfriend?" He playfully frowns.

"You are I geuss," she giggled and he couldnt help but pull her onto his lap.

"Then let me praise you huh?" He kisses her cheek and slowly starts moving down her neck. A small moan leaves her mouth.

"B-Binnie, I'm not in the mood, please," she told him.

"Why not? You're always in the mood," he looks confused.

"Not today, just come have lunch yeah?" she give him a peck on the lips and got off him so he could stand up.

"Fine," he huffs. He makes his way to the dining area as she depart6ed and headed to Felix's room

"Felix?" she called while knocking on his door.

"It's open!"

"Hey sunshine, dinner is ready-"

"Hey! no kisses? No hugs?" He frowned and turned around from his desk.

"Oh-" she giggled when she realized and then walked over to him, "Hey lix," she repeated and gave him a kiss as he automatically pulled her on his lap.

"How's my baby doing?" He asked as his hands wrapped around her waist and he cuddled her body.

"Mm just tired," she sighed.

"Oh my poor baby, should we watch a movie later?" He was craving her. he wanted to spend more time with her because he felt like he had spent so much time with the boys that he was neglecting her.

"Yeah that would be nice but first go get lunch," she forced herself out of his grip but he let out a soft whine due to the lack of touch and well...the bulge that was now very visible through his pants.

"Look what you've done to me," he whined again causing her to laugh at his distraught state.

"Oh oh, you better fix that before you go down,"

"Help me please!" He frowned.

"I'm not in the mood Felix, please."

"Come on pleaseee, it's been a long day. Don't you want to see me happy?"

His eyes were shiny and hungry, it was obvious.

"Fine after dinner," she lied to him so he could get up and he actually believed it.

"Okay okay, I'm running there now!"

He got up from his sit and rushed out the room.

She followed behind him and checked the dining room to see everyone now sitting down including Chan, I.N, Seungmin and leeknow.

She went around to give them quick kisses before returning to her room and changed into just a huge shirt (that was probably for one of the boys) and underwear.

She turned off all her room lights and entered bed now being able to have a peaceful sleep. A nice, nice qui-

She felt the bed dip and hands wrap around her body. Her eyes open quickly and she saw familiar hands. Chan.

"Channie?"

"Hey babe, I wanted to cuddles," he pouted.

"Fine but no disturbing my sleep," she scolded him and turned so it was easier for him to wrap his arms around her waist.

Her eyes slowly closed once again and she finally thought she was to get some sleep until the door swung wide open and closed quickly, two more people walking in and making themselves comfortable in her bed. Han and I.N. At this point she was so used to it that she just let them stay as they both argued on who was sleeping where.

"Guys if you're going to be in here, you have to be quiet and sleep," She told all of them off. Even if she was getting a little frustrated she scooted up a little so they could all enter the bed.

Not even a few minutes later all the boys were now in her room on her bed piling onto one another under her fluffy blankets. She knew exactly what they wanted when she felt one of their hands massaging her leg.

She let out a sigh, "Such horny dogs!" she groaned.

"Common baby, it's been a long day. Don't you care about us?" Hyunjin teased her in a manipulative manner.

"Just a little fun. Come on please," Han rubbed her leg once more back and forth causing shivered to run down her spine.

"You look good too," Felix complimented her while tugging at her bra strap, "really good." They were basically already peeling her clothes off with their cold ass hands.

She let out a sigh and finally gave in, "F-fine I geuss so," her eyes wonder to Chan who gives her an assuring nod.

//please idk how to write a smut but just imagine the nastiest thing ever happens//

When they were done and the boys were satisfied as Y/n sat on the bed. Her heart was racing from all the action but she was in her own space. Spaced out.

The constant thoughts of the boys using her for their sexual desires made her enter a depressive episode. Yes she enjoyed the sex and the attention but so many emotions were running through her tiny body that she couldn't handle it anymore.

She felt used like a sex toy and the tears in her eyes slowly started to build as she started to breath rapidly. The air in the room getting suddenly thick. Seungmin was in the bathroom running her bath for her after care. The sound of the water falling was the only sort of noise she could hear.

She held her knees against her chest as she tried to calm down. Han's hand wrapped around her waist. As he kissed her temple. "you did so good for us, you know that right babygirl?" he praised but she didnt even notice him in the first place. Her eyes were hazy and completely black and when Han noticed, he gave chan a look.

"Hey, are you with us?" Chan asked immediately as he pulled up his sweatpants. "Y/n?"

No response.

She was staring at the wall right in-front of her. She felt unloved. She felt tired. She was in pain.

The boys (some of them were still dressing up) all turned to look at her. Her body was still bare and the bruises on her arms were visible.

"Is she going into a trance?" I.N asked panicked. "Chan do something, please,"

"Hey Y/n? Babygirl? It me. Can you hear me?" He walked over to her and grabbed her tiny hands.

"C-channie?" She chocked as She looked up at him. The tears slowly starting to fall.

"Yes my love, it's me. Can you tell me where you are?"

"I'm alone, I'm all alone," she sobbed. "Why am I like this? Why am I so disgusting?" She cried.

"What do you mean Y/n?" He asked shocked.

"I-I want Binnie, I want Binnie now," she said reaching out for him. Changbin did not hesitate. He was right by her side pulling her onto his lap. The rest of the boys understanding what was going on and quickly taking action.

"I'm here princesses, tell me what's wrong," he had no shirt on and the skin to skin was slowly giving her comfort as his body heat was radiating warmth.

"I-do you love me?" She asked. The panic in her voice was clear. She was soon going to get a panic attack. it was building up.

"Ofcourse I love you babydoll, why would you think otherwise?" He questioned while kissing her forehead.

"i- i dont know, please dont be mad at me," She sobbed in his chest. The view was heartbreaking and the boys knew that if they didnt find a way to cheer her up soon it would end up into a full blown panic attack.

"I'm going to make some brownies for her," Felix said because he knew this was the only way he could comfort her on his part. He quickly leaves the room after hesitating for a bit not wanting to leave her.

"I- are you guys using me? For sex?" She cried harder. Her hands held Changbins chest as She struggled to breathe. Their faces were in absolute shock. was this what they made her think? was this all she thought she was to them?

"Ofcourse not," leeknow knelt down infront of her. He slowly rubbed her thigh. "Jagi, you need to breathe. Can you do that for me?" He asked her. Her body was shaking still. she tried to gasp for air but failed.

"Listen to me beuatiful, you need to breathe like me....see," he took a deep breathe to demonstrate to her but it was no use.

"i- i cant breathe," she gasped and let go of changbin to grab her neck. it felt like it was closing up. Her vision was blurry now and the lack of oxygen was getting to her.

"C-chan?" she gasped as she slowly she started to pass out. Her body giving up on her due to the many emotions.

"come on baby, stay with me," she heard in the distance.

"Guys! call 119,"

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This is just a fic no one come for me 😔

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storm-angel989 · 6 months ago

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Hi I’m not sure if your requests are open at the moment. But if they are, I was wondering if you could do a Valentino x fem!Reader; where Charlie meets the Overlord - like when she goes to the studio to request more time off for Angel in the show - and she finds out he’s married - and she ends up meeting Reader and their kid?? - sorry if this doesn’t make a lot of sense.

I think this is what you were looking for? If not please feel free to request something different!

Please consider this an OTO short story and consider the characters within the context of that narrative! Enjoy!

<3 Mandy

Valentino didn’t let his family in his studio, and for good reason.

Sure it was a dangerous place. After all, he employed criminals, scumbags, and general down on their luck losers. Not to mention the actual work itself wasn’t something he wanted his wife, let alone his daughter, anywhere near.

But deeper than the obvious reasons, Valentino didn’t want them to see him in the role he played. He didn’t want them to see the cruelty he inflicted as he fulfilled the terms of each contract he signed. The day he married his wife, he swore he would keep her as far away from that part of him as he could.

The day Charlie walked into his studio, he was already at his wits end.

The baby had been up all night with bad dreams. His wife needed to work in the afternoon, which meant he needed to keep a tight schedule so he could keep an eye on his precious daughter.

So when he heard that creak of the door opening and the blonde bitch walked into his studio, he wanted nothing more than for her to turn the fuck around and walk back out.

From the corner of his eye, he watched Angel Dust rush up to her, and encourage her to leave. As with everything else in her life, Alastor’s bitch ignored his plea. Valentino could feel his anger growing as he stood up. Normally he would find this entire thing entertaining, but today it was interfering with his very tight timeline.

As he strode over to encourage her to leave, he heard the elevator door open. From his back, wings sprang forth as he watched his wife step into his studio, his daughter in her arms.

Fucking great.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He yelled across the studio. In the moment, he forgot about Charlie, forgot about Angel, forgot about the timeline. He strode across the floor and hurried her into his office.

“Bebita,” he hissed. “Get yourself and her out of my studio. Now.”

“Put those wings away,” Reader replied mildly. “You’re scaring her.”

Valentino looked at his three year old daughter's face as she stared at him in a mix of fear and fascination. With a sigh, he took a deep breath and retracted his wings.

“It’s just me, my ninita,” he said softly as he reached for her. “Come see Papi.”

He lifted her out of his wife’s arms and cradled her to his chest. Softly, he cooed to his little girl until she snuggled into him and wrapped her tiny arms around his neck.

“Papi!” She said excitedly. “Play game? Uncle Voxy’s Sharkies? Pony ride?”

Valentino gave his wife a hard look. “Mi amore, why are you here?”

“Because you need to watch her and I need to go meet with Uncle Lucy,” she replied as she set the diaper bag on the table. “Do paperwork, keep her in the playpen, hell, make one of your assistants watch her, I don’t care but I need to leave right now.”

Valentino felt his anger bubble up but swallowed it back. He knew it wasn’t her fault. Hell, he knew it wasn’t even technically Lucifer’s fault. Instead, he leaned over and kissed his wife softly.

A creak of the door and Valentino jerked away. It wouldn’t do for anyone to see him act so soft.

“Val? Do you have a moment?” Charlie’s voice interrupted. “I’d realllllly like to speak with you about Angel.”

“Oh for fucks sake,” Valentino growled. “What now?”

“Language! That’s two quarters in the swear jar!” Reader scolded him.

As soon as Charlie pushed the door open and saw the scene within, Valentino could see his reputation going down the drain. He tried to hand his daughter back to his wife, to put on the mask he wore with everyone else.

Unfortunately, his little girl had other plans.

“Daddy! No!” She shrieked. “Papi, no no no no no no!”

“Okay, okay ninita,” he muttered and snuggled her back to him. “Settle down.”

She stuck her fingers in her mouth and laid her head on Valentino’s shoulder.

“Daughter? You have a kid?” Charlie asked, her voice dripping in disbelief as she looked at the three of them. “The overlord of lust and depravity?”

“Oh shut up,” Valentino snapped as he sat down on his desk.

Charlie looked to reader and waved brightly. “Hi! I’m Charlie! I’m…”

“I know who you are. You’re the one who opened the Hazbin Hotel,” reader replied. She gave Charlie a smile. “Please, ignore my husband. What’s going on with Angel?”

Charlie’s eyes couldn’t get any wider. “Valentino is married?”

“That’s common fucking knowlege,” Valentino muttered. “I wear a wedding band for fucks sake.”

Both of them chose to ignore him.

“Hi Charlie, it’s nice to meet you,” Reader replied with a smile. “I’m reader, and this is our daughter. Sweetie, say hi.”

Instead of answering, the little girl buried her face into Valentino’s neck.

Charlie’s eyes went wide again. “You’re Lucifer’s niece. Oh my god it is true. Valentino, you’re married to Lucifer’s niece?”

“Charlie, what is it you want?” Valentino asked with a sigh. “What will it take to get and keep you the fuck out of my studio?”

Charlie turned to him, “I have come to- aggressively kindly- ask that you give Angel more time off to…”

Valentino closed his eyes. If he gave Angel the time off, could handle this bitch by himself. And get her out of his studio for good.

“Fine. Done. He’ll be off in five hours and I’ll shorten his hours, now get out,” Valentino growled. “And I swear, if we pick up even a hint of Alastor in this building I will…”

“Val…the baby,” reader warned.

“Deal! Thank you thank you thank you!” Charlie gushed.

In a single motion, she reached out as if to hug Valentino. He stepped back quickly.

“Not with the baby, she doesn’t like strangers,” he said sharply. “Goodbye, Charlie.”

Valentino watched as she practically skipped out the door. Grateful for the privacy, he sank into his office chair and closed his eyes. Against him, his daughter snuggled deeper. He felt his wife prop herself on his knee and felt the weight of her head against him. Outstretching his arms, he held them both against him and closed his eyes. For a moment, all was right with the world.

“I can’t have her in my studio,” he said aloud. “The baby, I mean. I hate to do it, but I need to call Vox, see if he can take her. I just, I don’t want her around all this. It isn’t okay, for so many reasons.”

“I know, and I’m sorry normally I…” reader began.

Valentino cut her off with a kiss. “I know. Go, if you have to.”

Reader looked a bit disheartened but leaned over and kissed their daughter, and then him before making her way out of the office. A quick phone call to Vox later, his now sleeping daughter was safely in her Uncle’s arms and Valentino’s attention shifted back to his work.

Five long hours later, he called cut, pulled Angel aside and informed him his day was ending early. To his dismay, he watched as Angel strutted to his changing room just as Charlie again walked through the door.

“Valentino! Can we talk?” She asked.

Valentino shifted his weight and crossed his arms. “I gave Angel the time off because you promised to leave.”

“Yay! But this isn’t about you, this is about reader and you, and your softer sider- I think you might be a great candidate for the Hotel!” She gushed. “Think about it! Your daughter…”

Valentino had her by her throat up against the wall before she could finish her sentence. His wings sprang from his back and every part of him pulsed with power.

“Do not presume to speak about my family,” he snarled. “This is your last chance. Get. Out.”

He released her and without another thought, he slammed open Angel’s dressing room. He could feel the rage building as he grabbed him and shoved him into the wall.

“I don’t give a shit what you do with your time off, get that fucking cunt out of my studio,” he snarled. “The next time she comes in, both you fucking bitches will be dead.”

He dropped Angel and to his relief, Charlie was nowhere to be found. He stepped into the elevator and tried to swallow back the fear and anger in his chest. Alastor and his little twat had better keep themselves far away from his family. Valentino had no desire to start another fight, but if push came to shove, he would most certainly finish it.

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littlestarbigsky · 1 month ago

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having thoughts and feelings abt sodapop curtis and his knee injury from his rodeo days :):

- guys he was SO scared when it happened :((

- it happened when he got bucked off a horse and when you fall you’re supposed to get the hell out of there so you don’t,, yanno,, die. and he tried to push himself up and run but his knee just gave out under him and he was just curled up on the ground genuinely so scared that he was gonna die

- he was pretty much a crying mess on the ground with his parents and pony and darry crowding around him and he’s just apologizing bc he knows that he’s hurt really bad and that they don’t really have the money for what he’s gonna need

- he tore his acl, not badly enough to need surgery, but they know he can’t safely compete in a rodeo probably ever again

- and golly that’s a gut punch for him bc i don’t think he’d figured out that he liked cars yet, and rodeos were the one thing he was really good at, he hadn’t realistically thought of it as a career, but working with horses was the only thing he’d ever wanted to do

- he’s in the hospital for a while that day, like i’m gonna say it was probably like 7-8 hours in the emergency room before they gave him some crutches and a splint and sent them home

- he is very okay with his mama babying him while he’s there tho lol he’s got mama helping him drink his juice box and fluffing up his pillows every two seconds. she doesn’t mind ofc bc she just feels so bad that she won’t be able to give him the best care (they really couldn’t afford surgery even if he needed it, and they def can’t send him to physical therapy)

- bro was NOT cut out to be on bedrest while his knee is healing he literally can not sit still for more than 5 minutes and he just gets bored with all the stuff they do to keep him occupied (cartoons, board games, mama even tries to teach him to crochet, which goes abt as well as you’d expect)

- unfortunately all this means his knee never really heals right, and even if it did it’s pretty normal to have residual pain after an injury like that

- he has a little limp when it gets cold (heavy on this one- dry, cold, air is not good for bad joints)

- he also 100% does that thing where he’ll be on the couch complaining abt his knee hurting and darry will ask if he’s okay and soda will just say something like, “yeah, it’s gonna rain tomorrow, though.” (side note: that’s a real thing !!! it has to do with moisture changes in the air)

- i also think that if he’s super emotional (which happens a lot lol) his knee will act up (ik it doesn’t make a whole lot of sense but i’ve had this happen, i *think* it has something to do with muscle tension),, he could barely walk after their parents died and he was wincing the whole week pony was missing

- whenever there was a rumble before soda was healed, darry literally had to find someone to babysit him and make sure he didn’t try to sneak out and fight with them

- heat works wonders on bad joints so they have like four of those microwaveable heating packs

i might cook up a fic about this tbh i’m having a pain flare w my knees and hips rn and i can’t do anything lol

#sodapop curtis #star’s headcanons

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yanderes-galore · 7 months ago

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Hello! May I request a Yandere Romantic Concept for Princess Cadence from My Little Pony please?

I struggle making her dark so I hope I do better than I did with her Alphabet on this. She's not married to Shining Armor in this.

Yandere! Princess Cadance Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Stalking, Overprotective behavior, Clingy behavior, Imprisonment, Isolation, Delusional behavior, Toxic relationship, Kidnapping, Mental deterioration, Love spell, Forced marriage, Forced relationship.

Cadance is often associated with love when we see her.

Her introductory episode was her wedding, of course.

She's even considered a guardian of the Crystal Heart.

Safe to say she's a princess who seems to know a thing or two when it comes to love.

So what if we do something... darker?

What if Cadance meets somepony who invokes a... stronger feeling within her?

It's... strange for her, at first.

When she first sees you, the alicorn pauses.

It's like her heart nearly stops when she comes across you.

She doesn't get it... what makes you so special to her?

This begins her obsession, a darkness creeping ever so slowly into her heart.

Cadance could stalk you, in fact her intrigue makes her follow you a bit.

Although the princess is quick to catch herself and decide that she doesn't need to do something so creepy.

Instead, Cadance would make it a goal to become close to her new obsession.

Your bond starts relatively normal.

In fact, isn't it an honor to speak with a princess?

Cadance is similar to the other princesses (Celestia and Luna primarily) in the sense of being condescending and manipulative.

She's subtle with her obsession and it's hard for ponies to believe your concerns when she's so nice.

The Princess of Love treating her beloved poorly...?

Unheard of.

What makes her different than the other princesses is probably her obsession with not only you... but the concept of love.

She feels that this is normal, that she needs her partner.

She's dreamed of getting married since she was a filly.

So while Celestia may like the power dynamic, or Luna just hates being alone, Cadance wants to create a family in some way and fixates on the thought of getting married.

Her obsession really is love at first sight.

In her eyes and heart, that is.

Cadance acts like her heart or mind is being influenced by a darker force.

The idea of her love not reciprocating doesn't come to mind for her.

As her obsession goes on she gets so caught up in the idea of you two being meant to be.

Out of all the princesses, Cadance is the pony who most believes in soulmates.

When she locks eyes with you, her mind decides you're meant to be.

Her obsessive behavior is definitely delusional, fully believing fate will guide you together no matter what.

If it doesn't...?

Well... she just has to rush a few things, doesn't she?

I can see Cadance slowly becoming more and more unhinged as her obsession goes on.

At this point, who cares if she's being creepy?

She's allowed to be... you're soulmates, after all...!

She isn't willing to give up that thought.

She keeps track of your every move, perhaps using magic to monitor you.

Eventually she'll snap like most yanderes do.

Especially if she feels another pony is getting closer than they should be.

Imagine if one day when you go to bed at night... you wake up in a bed not your own.

No, instead of being home, you're in a crystal cage.

Before you can scream, a figure shifts in the shadows.

You look up to see Cadance standing over you, a grin on her face and her eyes bloodshot.

"Finally, love...! I was really getting impatient."

This doesn't look like Cadance anymore.

The princess you once knew and adored now has twitching eyes as though she hasn't been sleeping.

Before she kidnaps you, Cadance had been in her castle.

You had met her only a few times, but to her it felt like you were closer.

You just assumed the friendly princess was busy.

Which was partially true.

Busy preparing for you.

Cadance becomes a crazed husk of the princess you once knew.

She originally wanted to take things slow with her obsession... but she doesn't think she can wait anymore.

Against your will you'd be prepared for a wedding with an alicorn you barely know.

Although, fight too much and Cadance may be forced to act.

Cadance doesn't care how she gets her little soulmate.

Be you stuck in a cage, a love spell, or breaking your mind in...

She'll have you in the end.

She has enough lucidity to apologize when putting a love spell on you before you get to the vows.

After that...? Well... you'll get married.

She wants it to be perfect.

While your mind is in a haze, she's preparing crystal decorations that sparkle in the light.

Your fate was sealed long before you even reached the altar.

No pony questions her judgment, be that out of respect or fear is unknown.

She thinks you look so lovely in your wedding attire.

She just knows you two will be a perfect family, especially since you're not fighting anymore.

Cadance is a yandere deep in her delusional fantasies of love... so deep in fact...

She won't realize she's hurting you by forcing you into a role you have no clue about.

"We're soulmates...! I just know you'll see things my way eventually, love...!"

#yandere my little pony #yandere mlp #yandere mlp fim #yandere princess cadance

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maddascanbe-blog · 5 months ago

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What's this? Unifications and Kwami swaps?!?

Part 2 of the unifications

While sometimes I can come up with ideas on what a unified miraculous should look like right away, like with Shadow Moth and Dragonfly, other times I struggle way less when I draw out the characters with Both miraculous first.

Viper Noir was kind of the exception since I very intentionally didn't want it to look like Aspik that much.

But for these designs I really felt it was important to get my designs out on paper first. SO! Let's talk Kwami Swaps and then we'll get to the unifications.

Since Pegasus already exists, I couldn't call Marinette with the horse that, but according to my brief research Arion is the name of one Pegasus form Greek mythology.

Much like with Chloe as Champion I base Marinette's on equestrian uniforms, and I've always treated blue as the horses accent color since that's the color of the Voyage portals. Keep the wings cause it both keeps with the greek theme and they look cute. And some little braids in her hair like some horses have to top off her Pony-tail. Also, assume the glasses are like- attached to the mask.

Lapin Chanceux (Lucky Rabbit) was the first design I did, albeit on paper, to figure out what I was going to do. I wanted to make her look different from both Bunnix's so I dropped the dark blue that I used for them and brought in more white and light blue.

I do like giving the rabbit holders some sort of poof around their hands or feet since it invokes the feel of a rabbits foot. In the Bunnix's it was around their arms, Marinette its her legs. The pom poms by her ears were added after the drawings was initially declared done but their so cute it was EASILY worth it.

Onto the unifications, I've actually redesigned both Pegabug and Pennybug before. And the first Pegabug redesign is actually still up on my youtube channel as a speedpaint. Obviously the designs and my artstyle have changed drastically though.

I cut the brown from the design entirely, instead opting to darken the red greatly. But keeping the white accents which were in both my Ladybug and Arion's designs. I also moved the wings up to her pony-tail both because they slightly resemble horse ears like that, and in preparation for adding the rabbit.

Whenever I unify the Ladybug I cut down on the spots drastically because they can make it feel really cluttered. But I tried to keep them in places that made sense. Alluding to buttons on her coat, the ones at the ends of the stripes down her leg, which I kept from my first design. And giving her spots on her hands, just cause. Also got some shoulder pad action because I wanted to-

And finally Lady Luck. Because Pennybug sounds stupid- I assumed at the time we first saw her that Pennybug wasn't called Lady Luck because they were saving it for if when unified the Ladybug and Cat. But no, that's Bug Noir, which also sounds dumb.

So we're going Lady Luck. Since Horses, Rabbits, and Ladybugs are all associated with good Fortune.

That being said- no one should be allowed to combine 3 miraculous on the sole pretense that they almost always look bad. Pennybug looked bad, Shadow Noir (also stupid name) looked bad, Monarch is his own can of worms, but- well you'll see.

I knew I wanted to more the glasses to the top of Lady Lucks head, just because I was kinda getting sick of the normal glasses. Assume just the lenses are the miraculous and the frame changes for the user. Now they are attached to goggles- not that you can really tell because they have black straps on Marinette's dark hair.

The ear/wings were the only thing I knew some people liked about Pennybug so I kept those, albeit without the black ring around the blue. And add white to the ponytail gradient. White gloves because they looked good, and I almost always give Marinette opera gloves.

She gets a few more smaller spots since the rabbit also uses them. And combine the riding coat with the the- it's not really a shrug but I don't know what to call it? Keep the wide pants because why not, and make the red a darker cool red. The blue could have also been changed to better match the pallet but the vibrant blue is an accent I use on all the miraculous' usually so it got to stay. So long as the suit is red I think it still reads as a Ladybug.

Last thing to note are the eyes. Lady Luck's eye look freaky because she's using three miraculous and probably shouldn't. And Lapin's eye's are pink/red with white pupils because my family actually had californian rabbits at one point and they all looked like that in photo's.

Bonus- here's the doodles I did years ago for Pennybug

and Pegabug

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous redesign #miraculous fanart #ladybug miraculous #marinette dupain cheng #marinette redesign #kwami swap #miraculous unification #rabbit miraculous #horse miraculous #pegabug #pennybug #lady luck #arion #lapin chanceux #I'm gonna take a nap now-

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letsatomicbanana · 5 months ago

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Have any headcanons about my boy Ink sans??

Oh boy, i sure do!

It's yapping time!!! but it's bellow the 'read more'

(spoilers: It's long as hell)

-First of all, Ink can not stand normal texturized clothing and textures (like cotton, fur, silk etc...) which is the reason to why their clothes are always created by him and is used a more paint-like 'esque' to it. (which is canon).

- Case in point, he suffers from 'unable to have normal fashion tastes' disease. He's the type of motherfucker to wear baggy pants under a dress, sandles with socks on, a crop top over a long sleeved shirt etc... They does not care nor follows society's fashion sense/brands, he only gives a damn if the clothes are comfortable or not lmao.

- Genderqueer, no explanation for that one (c'mon, just look at them) also AroAce but that's already canon.

- He definetly has a whole collection of autographs of random sanses that he managed to get. (The obvious one is fell sans but he prob forgot to who the other's belongs to).

- Besides from being able to speak french, they can also speak fluent mandarin and japanese!

- Has a whole collection of random objects he found while travelling AU's. It's not anything particulary useful or collectible (like toys etc..) more so 'things he found interesting' (like that one chesse from the ruins)

- Since he has a canon hyperfixation on Underfell, i like to image that he defends the AU with his whole tiny body, empty mind and non-existent soul (he can't STAND uf slander, it makes his blood boil lmao). Also, they treats fell sans like you would treat your favourite fictional babygirl male character as.

- Definetly engaged in the consumption of illicit drugs at some point in his life, you cannot tell me that this curious asshole never had any interest in drugs, even if it's just recreational consumption. Very open to any options, but they has a thing for marijuana, alcohol, and nicotine (it makes him ADHD go bonkers).

- Now that i've mentioned it. He has ADHD-C (combined type), probably got diagnosed because he saw a random 'Does your child have ADHD' pamphlets hanging around in the wall of some random AU they visited, which made him to be deeply curious (he thought they didn't had it) and eventually diagnosed with it. Note! He's currently unmedicated (i think he would have a problematic history with medications, if i'm going to be honest). (him having adhd is kindaaaa canon??? semi-canon at least)

- Also has undiagnosed Autism and ASPD (sociopathy) in which he has no idea that he has lmao (i made a whole post about this too). Note but i'm killing anyone who says that Ink is evil due to being 'sociopatic'.

- Doesn't engaje in social gatherings of any kind unless extremly necessary, he's energetic but an introvert at heart (this is canon btw).

- Has a better conection to inanimate objects than people, oh! and he's also Objectum!

- They're an ISTP! Which stands for 'Introvert', 'Observant', 'Thinking' and 'Prospective'.

- A lot of times deeply wonders to his apparent lack of family and AU, he won't admit but he's feels a sense of envy for other sanses that have brothers. They also often wanders through the vast multiverse looking for his original family/AU, but he can never find it :(

- Extremly sensitivite to any topics of discussion/conversation that relates to his soullessness, he also cannot stand being called 'emotionless' or a 'tragedy' because of his condition. Has a tendency in de'humanizing' himself over his lack of soul.

- Since he has a very hard time understanding social interaction, they often uses their interest in art as a way to form attachments with people, like painting them outfits or portraits (insert the 'Im bad at people, but i am good at tech' entrapta quote). Art is his special interest!

- He's a very dedicated brony and their favourite pony is Derpy Hooves/ Ditzy Doo!! She's literally him, for real! If he was part of the fandom at it's peak popularity in 2012-2014, they would prob be those famous fandom artist/musicians!

- Reast in piece Ink sans you would've loved Dungeons and Dragons. (/ref)

- Besides from their obvious interest in drawing/painting, he also has a deep interest in music! He canonically can play the flute but he also enjoys playing the trumpet, the piccolo and the clarinet!

- They're generally extremly under-responsive or otherwise sensory seeking to any kind of sensory stimuli. He's also a very oral artistic and often chew/bites on stuff for stimulation. Can often fall into Nonsuicidal self-injury style of stimming such as picking or pulling,when overwhelmed/underwhelmed.

- Another headcanon that he has PICA, where he often eats/craves for things that are not food, like crayons (canon).

#banana talks shit #ink sans #utmv #ink!sans #undertale

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icarusredwings · 3 months ago

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It's bedtime, Kiddo. 3/3

Mama's boy- Dominic Fike

Tw: Bedtime troubles, voices, abandonment issues, discussions of accidental stabbing, Wade being a mama's boy, flirting.

Disclaimer: Wade is also … wade.. and by that I mean he's looking a bit too much at wolvies butt right now and it makes Logan feel a little uncomfy. It's decently normal to still be attracted to your partner even if you are small-ish. In this fic Wade is conscious (big) enough to understand bigger topics but not the complicated details of relationships. Not all littles are the same and No, Logan would never do so don't even think about it. I'll block you. This fic also shows age sliding, going from a much older small self to a younger self

"You're being a big brat today, ya'know that?" He tells him, walking into the bedroom, practically slamming him down into the bed with a 'oouf'

"Nu-uh!”

"Don't start. You know damn well you're not supposed to give her that. Now she's going to throw up, remember?" Getting a wipe, he wiped off his fingers and his face as he squirms, whining at him. "Kitty nooo!"

"You're filthy. I swear if you had hair, it would be in that too!"

Gasping, Wade looked at him with a pout. "Rude!"

"Tell me I'm lying." He grumbled, tossing the wipes as he shoved his cup in his hands, dropping fluffy next to him. "Now. Bed."

"I am in bed." He says, drinking more of his grape juice, crossing his leg over the other sassily.

“You know what I mean!”

“But I am in bed. Kitty carry me.” He mutters, sitting up, only for Logan to push him lightly back down. “No. Down, we're going to sleep.”

“Can't.” He states this as if it's a fact, putting his cup back into his mouth.

Stripping off his shirt and taking off his jeans, He gives Wade a glance, he didn't like stripping infront of him like this. He got too… excited.. for someone so small. It made sense though, Really it did. But it creeped Logan out to see him lying here with his cup and Fluffy while also looking at him like that.

“Stop it.” He tells him, quick to put on some fluffy pajama Pants, climbing under the covers. “Don't even think about it.”

“Do you have a bra?” He asks, turning over as he holds Fluffy, Looking at him with a big grin.

“What?? No? Go to sleep. You're tired.”

“Mommy wears bras. Maybe you can borrow one.”

“Wade-” He grunts. “I don't need a bra.”

“But you have big boobs.”

“Wade!” He says, blushing more as he shoves a pillow over his face, rolling to put his back to him. Logan didn't think he'd ever be comfortable about little Wade making comments about his body. It felt more wrong on his half because he was older. Much. Older. And to let him compliment made him feel gross. He much preferred his flirting when he could consent.

“I'm not lying” He states. “Princess ‘questria says lying is bad.”

“Go to sleep, Wade! Just..

.. shut up and go to bed!” Logan groaned, knowing now that he was doomed to hearing him gab about horse lore of some show he watched.

“Sometimes applejack lies to her friends and that's not nice.”

“No… not it is not..” A sigh of defeat.

“But she has lots of work to do so she can't play all the time. She has to work on a farm. She's a farm horse.”

“Yeah”

“And it's hard for her because she also has to watch a baby pony that gets in trouble sometimes.”

“Uh-huh.”

“At first I liked pinkieshy but now I like shycord.” He mutters, yawning a big one as he shifts to put his forehead on his shoulder.

“Mhm..”

“I think it's cute because he was kind of mean at first but then he had tea with fluttershy and now they love each other. We have tea sometimes, Wolvie.”

“Mh..”

“Does tea make people love you?” By now he was just babbling anything that overworked brain could think of.

Logan only shrugged, his eyes already closed and seconds from sleep.

“Can I give… mommy some tea? Then she'll..love me and stay?”

Opening his eyes, Logan groaned a bit. “Wade, Darlin’ I know you miss her but can we talk about this later? It's a big boy talk.”

“But I am a big boy.” He states, whining some.

“Right.. my bad I forgot. It's a grown up talk.”

He rephrases, reaching a lazy hand back to pet his head a couple of times. “Mkay?”

“But…Mommy pinky promised..”

“What did she pinky promise?”

“Sh-she said she wouldn't leave.” He says, sitting up as he tries to wipe his tears away.

Logan let out a ‘Fine I guess we're doing this now’ sigh as he sat up, turning to him.

“Vanessa said she would stay for a couple of hours, bub. And she has work soon. She can't stay all the time.”

“Yes huh! S-she used to..” He started choking on his tears, putting his face into Fluffy. “She's a liar…”

“Oh... Kid, you know why she can't stay all the time anymore..” This has been an issue for a couple of weeks now. Sure, big wade perfectly understood that Vanessa did not want to be a main partner anymore, he understood why too, he knew it was difficult to deal with all of his mental and physical issues. He knew just how dangerous it was as well. He wouldn't lie or try to deny that.

But small Wade? All he saw was Vanessa leaving him again. But why? What did he do? Was he bad? Why Didn't she love him anymore like she used to? Was he too grown up for her now? Maybe if he had tantrums and acted much younger then she would like him again. These were the thoughts running through his brain on repeat, though this childish plan of his wouldn't work the way he wanted. At least not every time.

How could you even try to explain such things to him? ‘Sorry, your mommy doesn't feel safe or like she can fully take care of you anymore so that's why you have Me and Mama and only sometimes Mommy now that you scared the shit out of her’ He couldn't tell him that. He wouldn't get it. He would immediately say that he's not mean and wouldn't hurt her. No, he wouldn't. But he has. Mainly emotionally. Shot at. Kidnapped. Stabbed…

Some night terrors were too much. And Vanessa didn't have regeneration powers. Thank god it was just a scratch really, but Logan understood fully why she was scared. Wade was much stronger than he thought and often forgot. Especially when he was small, He had to watch him around puppins to be sure he didn't squeeze her too hard.

“Nooo.. S-she lied. She only stayed a little bit..” he whimpers, his sleeve coming up to wipe his face as he sniffles, starting to full on cry.

Frowning, Logan pulled him close. “Kid, She was here for a long time. From almost 6 pm to 11, so 5 hours. That's a long time, Wade.” He says, rubbing his back and letting him climb into his lap, pulling his arms close to his chest, trying to curl as small as possible.

“Shh.. I know.. I know.” He whispers, holding him tight as he gently begins to rock. “You'll see her again. Promise.”

“I miss mommy.”

“Bub, it's 1 in the morning. Please go to sleep. Let's go to sleep, okay? You can see her tomorrow.”

"B-but I miss Mommy.." The sharp pain in his voice is enough for Logan to sigh heavily.

"Wade.."

"...more than anything." He finishes, Looking up to Logan with eyes the size of the moon and as beautiful as pearls. glossy, cream and wet with salty water. “Please Logan...”

Logan paused for a second. It wasn't often Wade finished sentences or called him by his name. Not like this anyway. Sighing as he got out his phone to call her for the second time today. “You're so spoiled.. you know that?”

Sniffling more as the dial tone rang, Wade looked guilty, trying to hide behind Fluffy, More tears welling up as he held his knees up to his chest. He felt like a burden. Feeling bad for wanting to call his Mommy so late, but he needed to know she still loved him despite only leaving upwards of an hour ago.

“...I'm sorry daddy..” He whispers, the thick tears falling as he's handed the phone.

“Shhh. I'm going to go get you some milk, okay? Stay. Just talk to her. You're good at that. Tell her how you feel, kiddo.” Yawning, he stretched after getting up with a big groan, leaving with his empty cup to refill it.

“H-hello?? Logan? It's like 1 in the morning-”

“.. Hi mommy..”

“Oh.. mmmh Hi baby.. did you take daddys phone?”

He shook his head, sniffling as he became overwhelmed by hearing her voice, starting to cry again.

“Why did yoOrl-Leave!?” He cries, trying to control his emotions but is unsure how. He wanted to yell, shout, cry, sob, and be happy all at the same time.

“Baby.. we talked about this. I have work.”

“Why??”

“well.. Because, honey. I need to work. To make money.”

“Why?”

“That's just how it works.. Is daddy there?”

“A-are you Gon-” he choked, swallowing “gonna wove me anymore? C-cause im not a Baby no more? I-” he takes a deep breath as snot began to run. “I can be a baby, Mommy!”

On the other line, she became silent as her heart shattered into a million pieces. “Ooh, Wade…I do love you. Really, I do. Are you alright?” She asks, wondering if Logan was sleeping and he was panicking.

“B-but I’m not a baby no more?”

“Oh, Honey, it has nothing to do with that!” She says trying to decide how to handle this. If she didn't have to get up in 6 hours she would come right over and hold him all night. Reassure him that she did not leave him because of his regression. No, not at all.

“I love you even if you're the biggest boy. I promise.”

“You already pinky promised!!” He shouted, becoming frustrated, assuming that Vanessa was lying to him again.

“Shhh, shh I know, but I told you I couldn't spend the night. Where's daddy? Can you find daddy? I need to talk to hi-”

From the comotion, Al had waddled in, irritated with it all. “Wade, Tell her goodnight. It's bedtime.”

“B-but” he starts, choking more as he sobs.

“Now.” This stern voice wasn't used often so he decided to listen.

“L-love you mommy.. I-it's bedtime.. mama says so.”

“I see. Goodnight baby. I love you this much!” She says, putting her arms out as far as they would go on the other side of the phone.

“D-double pinky promise?”

“Triple pinky promise, big boy…Night Al.” She mutters, letting the woman hang up.

Picking a tissue from the bedside, She handed it to him. “Blow.” and so he did, his cries becoming quieter as his chest tightened. He had missed her so much. It wasn't often he saw her anymore. Maybe once every two weeks for a few hours. It was more than before at least, when he saw her only on birthdays and Christmas.. Al had to deal with that all on her own, learning to comfort him when who he wanted around was unavailable.

Climbing into bed, She got all situated, opening her arms. “Come to mama.”

Sniffling, he crawled over. She held him the way she would with her own children, letting Him nestle into her collar bone, sobbing.

“Shhh… it's alright. Hush now. You can't always get what you want, Dear.” Al says, petting his head and his side, letting him close his eyes in the lazy hug.

“Shh.. There's a good boy. Just needed his mama, huh?” She whispers, leaning down to kiss his head. “I'm so proud of you Wade.. you're so smart and have such a big heart..sometimes too big..” She says, pushing pressure into his spine, back in between his shoulder blades and lower back. “So why are you crying now, sugar?”

“M-mommy left..”

“Oh that's a shame honey.. Do you think she'll be back?”

This is what Wade needed. He needed validation and a question to reset his mind. Althea always seemed so rude, but she always knew what to say. It's almost been 7 years, after all of course she would know what's best.

Imagine feeling a pain in your chest and everyone around you was telling you that you were wrong. That you had no reason to be upset. That you would see them again. They forgot that children could miss too. Even more seriously than adults.

Someone agreeing with him felt… good. For once they took him seriously.

The question on the other hand forced him to think about it. What HE thought.

Pausing, he bit his tongue as he thought, only to shly nod.”..Y-yes..”

“Then why are you worried she won't?”

“... Mommy wants a baby.. i-I'm not a baby.” He whispers, sniffling into her chest.

“Did she say that?”

“I heard her.. she said she wants a baby.”

“Oh? Are you sure she wasn't talking about a different kind of baby? Like a toy baby?”

Taking a moment to think, he shrugged. “I-i don't know.. maybe she wants a real baby..”

“Maybe. Or perhaps she was talking about you. She calls you baby all the time, Sweetheart, She could have been saying she missed you.”

As if resetting everything, he was silent, as if internally his voices were trying to sus out any lies or not. You could see the exact moment where they dinged like a lightbulb. “..Really?”

“Maybe. Do you think so?”

If only you could pay to see what was going inside of that mind of his, each individual thought overlapping.

‘What do I think..?’

‘I think I miss mommy’

‘Mommy misses me ??’

‘Al kinda stinks like diaper rash cream but that's rude so don't say that’

‘I'm so scared’

‘What if mommy hates me?’

‘*insert image of Kitty’s boobs from earlier*’

‘God, I'm sooo tired!’

‘where did my cup go??’

‘Screw that she's lying!’

‘What did I even eat today??’

‘I love my mama so much!! She's so nice to me.’

All of them speaking at once. Telling him different things.

A small smile came to his face.. “Yeah… Mommy misses me too.. but.. she's working? So.. she has to go to sleep?”

“Anndd?”

“And… Now it's bedtime and.. I have to go to sleep too?”

“Very good! So come on. Get your badger Or whatever that is and lay down.”

Taking off her glasses and taking out her dentures, she sighs, laying down to get all comfy only for Wade to worm himself under her arm and into her chest. “It's actually a wolverine...an his name is fluffy.”

“Mmh.. so it is.”

Curling up with his legs up, he held fluffy tight, closing his eyes with a big sigh of relief, his mind dimming down the best it could, now only half of the thoughts residing. “...Night night Mama..”

“Goodnight, Wade.” But by the time she said this, He was already out, exhausted from today's emotional dysregulation.

Coming into the room, Logan grunted. “Wade? Did you talk to your mom? I gave in and put liquor in your cup so you can-... oh.” Seeing him all curled up and snoring with the old woman, he smirks, Rolling his eyes.

“Tch… Mama’s boy..”

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 4 months ago

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Mosley Lane: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

Summary: This is the last piece of the puzzle. The piece before you can finally be set free from all this pain. You're going to do whatever it takes to help your friend and more importantly, yourself.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Season Five Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.

You and Derek split off and take a handful of houses, all without promising results. You pull into the driveway of a house that is secluded, with lots of land, and is big enough to house and hide children.

"I feel them here. I think this is the house," you say to Derek as you walk up the porch steps.

"Are you sure?"

You look to your right and see a bed of roses that to the naked eye is normal, but you see with more than just your eyes. Those rose bushes are covered with the energies of the dead--dead children.

"I don't think I've ever been sure of anything else."

You knock on the door and Roger Roycewood answers it. You take a step back to steel yourself and nudge Derek's arm. This is him. This is one of the unsubs. Derek says something you don't hear but it's enough to convince Roger to let you two inside the house. There are children's toys everywhere telling you that they have kids here.

"You've got a lot of land here," you finally say.

"I'm sorry?"

"I said, you've got a lot of land here, and a houseful of kids."

"Ah. Mm-hmm. Yes, I do."

"It's awfully quiet. Are they out?"

"My wife took them out."

"At the winter festival?" you ask.

Roger's body tenses but he tries to keep a cool head. The kids are here. You can feel them. All you need is to get away from him and explore the house.

"Winter festival?"

"In Ashburn. You know, I have a friend who went there recently. Her name is Ashley Parks. Her kids just love it there."

Roger immediately tenses up at Ashley's name and he looks at you with nervous eyes.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

He reaches up and messes with his hearing aid but you know he heard you. He is pale and sweating, right where you want him.

"I said my friend, Ashley Parks, went to the winter festival recently. Her kids love it there."

"I've never been but that's a wonderful idea. I'll mention that to my wife. It might be nice for the kids."

"They have pony rides."

"Oh, great," Roger nods.

"I'm sorry, may I use your restroom?"

"Yes. It's down the hall and to your right."

"Thank you."

You walk away from Roger and look at Derek who nods once to let you know he knows what you're doing. Roger watches you to make sure you're going in the right direction before Derek starts his distraction. Instead of going to the bathroom, you try the other doors around. Two of them lead to bedrooms but one of them is locked. You kneel on the ground and see yellow energy seeping from the cracks. They're here. They're below you in the basement. You have a feeling the locked door leads to the basement. Damn it. You don't have a warrant. You can't go snooping. You flush the toilet and turn the sink on to make it seem like you went to the bathroom before heading back to Derek. You notice the front door has multiple locks on it to prevent someone from leaving rather than keeping something out. There are pictures on the fireplace landing, and one of them looks eerily similar to Charlie.

"So, do the kids take after your wife?" you ask.

"Some say they do. How can I help you?"

"We were actually hoping that your wife would be here. Do you know when she'll be back?"

"She's got the kids out on a field trip. The children just love Sunday drives. Uh, I can get her back here."

Roger is sweating because he's nervous. He hopes you can't pick that up about him but you can pick up almost anything. Derek senses that he's not acting normal which means he's hiding something which means he has something he doesn't want the FBI to know about.

"Please, if you don't mind."

"I need to step outside. Excuse me," you say and leave the house.

"Why don't you go on ahead and make that phone call?" Derek asks, not letting him get out of this one.

Derek and Roger leave the house but stay on the porch while you're by the car with Hotch on the phone.

"Hotch, we've got him. We are at 2115 Mosley Lane. Only Roger is here. I don't know where Anita is. I feel the children here and I've seen their energies come from the floor. I think they're in the basement but I think the door is locked. I can't do anything without a warrant. They have extra locks on the doors, there's a minivan in the driveway, and a photo of a boy who looks a lot like Charlie."

"Is he onto you?"

"Without a doubt."

"I'm on my way with a warrant and some dogs. Y/N?"

"Yes?"

"Good work."

You smile when you hang up. You're finally seeing the woman you used to be before going to prison. You feel good for the first time in a long time. You walk back to Derek and Roger who hangs up the phone nervously.

"Uh, voicemail again. I suppose y'all could come back later?"

"I think we both know that's not gonna happen," Derek says and crosses his arms.

"You know my friend, Ashley?" you ask and Roger looks at you. "She's in jail for something she didn't do. Do you know anything about that?"

Roger gulps knowing he isn't going to get out of this one. He has no choice but to wait until the rest of your team gets there with local police and bloodhounds that already have Aimee's scent. You walk over to Derek and Roger who are on the porch.

"Well, I guess you got your warrant," Roger says.

"With ground-penetrating radar. We will find where you buried them."

"Will that hurt the roses? The radar?"

"Derek, I feel the dead here by the roses," you whisper.

JJ and Rossi come out of the house after looking through it and look at you.

"Didn't you say they were in the basement?"

"Yeah, I felt them there. Why?"

"They're gone but there was evidence suggesting they'd been there. We found these."

JJ hands over pictures of a lot of children with their names on the back. Every child they kidnapped and either killed or kept. Your phone rings and you step off to the side when you see Abel is calling you.

"Hey, I got more evidence of the children Roger and Anita kidnapped. We found their house. We're here now."

"Send me everything you have. The judge is granting her a retrial which is going to happen in two days."

"Thank you," you breathe a sigh of relief.

"No, thank you. Like I said, I hated seeing her go to jail for something she didn't do."

You wrap up your conversation and head back to your team. You go through each of the pictures and come across one of them that looks to be Aimee.

"Is that Aimee?"

"They dyed her hair."

"There's none of Charlie."

"He's probably the one who took the pictures."

"For what?"

"Proof. It's his way of telling us how many kids they took," you say. "I felt the kids earlier and now they're not here. That means they got away through a secret entrance." A lightbulb goes off in your head. "Wait, Anita's family owns a funeral home. What if... what if that's where she kills them? What if they're not burying the bodies but cremating them?"

"Where is it?"

Derek gets Penelope on the phone and places her on speakerphone, away from prying ears.

"Her family owns a funeral home in Leesburg. You're less than ten minutes from it. Oh, God. The funeral home's been in Anita's family since she was a little girl--hearses, coffins, vans--a million ways to hide the children."

"We can't dig up ten years of coffins."

"Like I said, they have a crematorium. They were cremated."

Half of your team heads over to the crematorium where they find three children and Anita dead. When news of it spreads back to Roger, he steps off to the side to grieve the loss of his wife. There's no way out of this. You find him in the upstairs bathroom hanging from his tie on the shower rod. Okay, there is one way out of this.

Spencer went with you to the courthouse where Ashley was having her trial. You didn't want to interfere so you stayed outside until the verdict.

"Do you think they'll find her innocent?" you ask Spencer.

"Yes."

Spencer waits another hour with you until you hear back. She's innocent. You almost fall back into Spencer's arms from how happy you are when she comes out of the courthouse with tears in her eyes. You immediately go over to her and bring her into a hug, and she sobs happily on your shoulder.

"I told you I'd get you out of there."

"Thank you for everything you've done for me," she sniffles and pulls away.

"No, thank you. You were the best part of prison. You're one of the ones who kept me from drowning."

She wipes her tears and looks between you and Spencer.

"What do I do now?"

"Whatever you want. Go live your life. Go see your parents. Be whoever you want to be. You're free."

"So are you," she smiles.

At her words, you feel a weight being lifted from your shoulders. A weight that you thought would never leave. A weight that was preventing you from seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.

"Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without words, and never stops at all." - Emily Dickinson

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the1975attheirverybest · 1 year ago

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COUNT DOWN TO SATVB

Good Omen

A/N: Ross. Need I say more? No, but for real. This one goes out to @abiiors .

Warnings: non, except maybe typos.

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“Will there ever come a time when you actually approve a setlist? And remain happy with it for long then it takes you to get from here to center stage?” George asked Matty, non-rhetorically.

Matty fiddled with the collar of his shirt, turning towards the full length mirror, and away from George to indicate his disinterest in having this conversation. “I don’t see why I have to.”

“Not even tonight?”

“Especially not tonight.”

Matty saw, George’s reflection in the mirror, as his friend rolled his eyes. “ I don’t understand why you’re complaining! You know who doesn’t complain? Ross.” He pointed to the couch where Ross and his girlfriend had been sitting. “You know who else doesn’t complain? Hann.”

“I’m not complaining, Matty,” George had a bemused smile on his face, “have you ever asked me to play a song that I’ve said ‘no’ to?”

“Exactly.” Matty gestured dramatically, his hands pointing in front of him, as if the obvious point that he was making hung in the air between them.

Their conversation went on for much longer, but Ross had lost the plot at some point, letting their voices fade into the background.

“Uhh….what’s happening right now?” He heard his girlfriend ask.

“Pardon? Sorry- wasn’t listening.”

“I just asked if- those two are okay?” She leaned into him, from where she’d been sitting on the arm of the couch, brushing a stray hair out of his eyes.

“Oh, yeah, yeah.” He flashed her a reassuring smile. “See, it may look as if they’re fighting, but they’re not.”

“Oh?”

“Not at all. They’re…just nervous.” Ross glanced down at his watch. “Give them two minutes. Matty’ll light up a zoot; George’ll start walking in circles around the room until you feel like he’s made you dizzy. And it’ll all go back to normal.” He looked down at his wristwatch again, springing to his feet and giving her a quick peck before disappearing out of the room.

In the bathroom, Ross gathered up his hair in a pony tail, to get it out of his face while he brushed his teeth. He’d picked up his toothbrush, but before he could find out where the toothpaste had gone, a knock on the door startled him.

“Babe?” He heard her call out from behind the door.

“Come in, come in, Darlin’”

“So, I think if you wore this shirt with the blue suit, it’d make more sense.”

Ross nodded, sticking the toothbrush in his mouth.

“You were right, by the way.”

Ross had hummed, pausing his brushing to hear her out.

“Matty did take a zoot outside, and George is walking in circles.”

His eyebrows raised in acknowledgement.

Oh, actually, while you’re standing there, let me just…” she attempted to measure the shirt against Ross’s back, in an effort to verify that it was the right length for the suit he’d planned to wear, but Ross instantly backed away.

“Oiiii! No, no, no!!” He mumbled with a mouth full of toothpaste before bending over the sink to spit. “It didn’t touch my back did it?”

The look of confusion on her face gave way to a smile once she’d realized what had happened.

“Ross- really?”

Ross’s eyes darted away, his face blushing. “Yes, really.” He mumbled. “You know how the prep process goes. First teeth, then clothes, then-“

“Kiss, then vocal warm ups, then another kiss, then bro hugs.” She listened his steps in exact order that he does them, in pretend boredom, giggling by the end. “It’s not a process. It’s a ritual.”

“I don’t care what it is. It works. Like a miracle.” He shrugged. “You remember! It was a dreadful summer evening. Your very first time coming to see us play. The threat of weather cancelation looming over us. The festival understaffed. The sound? Absolutely horrendous. I mean, those machines should’ve been retired a decade ago….there was no way the show was going to go well. But….” He trailed off, the rest of the story implied. She’d memorized it by now.

She rolled her eyes, chuckling, as she set down the shirt by the towel hanger and wrapped her arms around his waist. “But I was there.”

“You were there.”

“And you brushed your teeth.”

“And I brushed my teeth.” He echoed her, delighting in getting to hear the story, instead of telling it, for a change.

“Then, you put on your clothes, showed me what you were going to wear, and you looked so, devastatingly handsome that I simply had to kiss you right in that moment.”

Ross threw his head back, laughing fondly as he recalled the moment.

“And Matty said something about warming up with a song. You all voted. Backstreet Boys won.”

“And you kissed me again, right before we huddled up and went onstage.”

“And you do this every time? In that order?”

“Mhm.”

“And if I’m not around….”

“Still have the video on my phone.” He picked up the shirt that she’d brought him, undressing in front of her.

“Freak.”

“What can I say? You’re my good omen. There’s no reason that show should’ve been so great. Except that you were there to kiss me before we went on.” He kissed her.

“You’re superstitious is what you are. A freak.”

“And you love me” Ross yelled out and he skipped down the hallway.

She shook her head, thinking about how right he is, how much she loves him.

She’d been in the middle of a conversation with the one of the sound tech guys, about his recent anniversary present to his partner, which she’d helped him pick out. She listened as the tech guy recounted his partner’s reaction to the present, noticing, from the other end of the hall, that Ross was running in their direction.

“Babe? Can I please see you for a moment?” Ross pulled them into an empty corner for a desperate moment of privacy as the backstage area buzzed with camaraderie and opening night jitters.

Ross dipped his head, leaning his forehead against hers, his arms around her.

“You nervous?” She whispered

Ross smiled, shyly. She read him like an open book. “A touch. Yeah.”

“You’re gonna do great. I promise.”

“I know…it’s just- we’d gotten into a rhythm with the first show. Hit a sweet spot. And that was…two days ago, you know? Now this is different and we have no idea if people are going to like it. They’ve never seen it before. Not even online.”

“I know, I know.” She cupped his cheek in her hand. “I’ve seen it, though. 10/10. Would recommend.” She’d managed to make him crack a smile. That’s when they both knew he was going to be alright.

“Can we kiss now?”

How could she deny him a his good luck kiss? She had the sneaking suspicion that she could never deny him anything if looked at her the way that he did in that moment.

“Yeah, let’s kiss.” He pressed her lips to his.

As the boys gathered around, waiting to be given the cue to rush on to the stage, she watched them giggle anxiously and pat each others backs.

“Break a leg boys!” She shouted out behind them. “Have a good show”

“I am gonna have a great show. You know why?” Ross winked, “cuz you’re my good omen.”

She smiled at him, mumbling “of course.”

“See you out there?”

“You know I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

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snickerzanddoodlez · 6 months ago

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U got headcanons?

For Wordgirl? Yes, lots of headcanons!

-Wordgirl and Tobey are both autistic! A fairly common one, but I really like it. (An argument could be made for literally every Wordgirl character, but these are my big ones!)

Wordgirl is shown to have a lot of trouble with being too blunt, being unsure what to do in

For Wordgirl? Well, we see that she’s extremely fixated on both words themselves and Pretty Princess and Magic Pony Power Hour.

She excels in language (which is due to her being Lexiconian, I’ll admit, but regardless) to the point where she isn’t allowed to compete in certain things anymore, while struggling severely in art related things. She also gets needlessly bothered by words being used incorrectly (any Learnerer episode is a good example of this), which is something I see exhibited by my sister a lot!

She *loves* collecting things for Pretty Princess, and in El Queso Mysterioso we see that she KNOWS IT WELL- even being able to identify the actor for “non-speaking toadstool 51” (or whatever it was) which is also very similar to my sister- she knows voice actors, episode numbers, etc like the back of her hand, it’s almost uncanny (and I mean that in the best way possible)

She’s also shown to have a “different” sense of humor in a way, often being the only one to laugh at her own jokes- and as well as this, she seems to have a hard time “people-ing” sometimes (especially in ways that other characters don’t). She seems to have a hard time holding back her reactions / being “tactful” at times, shown especially in the episode “Judging Butcher”- in my opinion, anyways.

I think the social things specifically could in some situations be defended by “well, Lexiconian culture is different!” but she barely grew up on Lexicon so I don’t think it works.

As far as Tobey, well, I over-analyze every scene he’s in- speaking or not- just because I love him that much, so uh…some of this is more background-y stuff!

In Tobey’s Playground Calamity, he’s shown to cover his ears when the rest of his class claps- “sensory overloads” are common in those on the spectrum and as someone who suffers from those, I absolutely relate 😭

As well as this, in “Mobot Knows Best” he’s shown to be overwhelmed when Becky and Violet invade his personal space, which is normal, but he seems somewhat distressed / nervous as well as confused, which makes it seem a little different.

He’s also….extremely fixated on robots, which are certainly his special interest (“Special interests are frequently developed by individuals with autism spectrum disorder, expressed as an intense focus on specific topics.”). His room is shown to be entirely robot themed, and he’s always thinking about them, seemingly-

He, as well, seems to have issues socializing. In a scene from “Trustworthy Tobey”, when he’s shown borrowing a book from Tobey, he seems a bit…”tactless”, for lack of a better word(girl), and his bluntness doesn’t seem to be out of carelessness as much as ignorance.

He’s shown to be very blunt and kind of (heavy quotes here) “different”, so….them’s my two cents!

Kid Math is also autistic but I don’t feel the need to defend that one

-Beau canonically loves birdwatching, so I like to imagine he used to have a pet bird named “Chica”! (This is specifically because I once doodled the following stupid interaction:

Beau, holding up a bird: “And this is my pet bird Chica!”

Tommy: “Like from FNAF?”

Beau: “get out of my house”

-Tommy is Seymour Smooth’s son and has been sent onto May I Have a Word as a spy. Belle Stunning is his mother because the layers of drama that adds makes me laugh.

-Scoops’ favorite musical is Newsies.

-Tobey tried to force himself to just latch onto Victoria instead of Becky, which is part of why we see him hanging out with her so much in “Kid Math 1&2”, but he quickly realized that she didn’t like him and he didn’t even like her.

-Kid Math has a crush on Violet. Just look at their little interaction and the foot-kick he does in the Kid Math episodes after talking to her!

-Dr. Two-Brains loves the movie Ratatouille and cries every time he watches it. His Henchmen like the Barbie movies, and Dr. Two-Brains berates them for watching them (but secretly likes a few of them).

#wordgirl #headcanons #headcanon #kid math #tobey #tobey mccallister iii #tobey mcallister iii #tobey mccallister #wordgirl tobey

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lungrots · 5 days ago

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I really like you talking about the possibility of Anya and Jimmy having a consensual sexual relationship that turned dark once Anya wasn't interested in continuing having that relationship with Jimmy. I think people just see rape as this ultra-violent act when that isn't always the case. Could you possibly talk a little bit more of how this relationship could have started, if it's been going on for multiple hauls, etc?

My phone is on 5% bear with me.

This is more like a headcanon than actual meta. We do know Jimmy assaulted Anya, game hinting around the time that Pony Express sent their letter of termination.

We do know Jimmy is implied to have sexually harassed Anya prior to this.

I personally do not think their relationship has turned sexual until a little before the letter of termination. Maybe it is to cope with the stress they feel as overworked employees, as it is common among people to engage in risk taking behavior such as unprotected sex and behave promiscuously as a means to cope with hardships. Anya and Jimmy could have done this, and then Anya could have felt regret but kept pursuing Jimmy regardless of the fact. Their last sexual encounter could have been the one that turned into rape, when Anya revoked consent. As we know about Anya, she may be a meek woman, but she does have a back bone. She would have said no, stop. As we know about Jimmy, he would have possibly refused, or finished himself off instead of pulling away as a normal person would. Jimmy is selfish, and Anya has shown to be capable of communicating. I believe that it narratively makes more sense for their sexual encounters to have started off as consensual, only to end up in a nonconsensual plane because consent can be revoked at any time.

#anonymous #jimmy mouthwashing #anya mouthwashing #mouthwashing #jimanya

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mbat · 9 months ago

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!! these were made using bases !! the bases will be linked below the cut!!

the cut is so the post isnt too long to scroll past, but also i will be talking about the au in it!!

decided to draw my own take on adult flurry heart, mostly so i could draw my own take on opaline in the au where opaline is like a nightmare moon of flurry heart. if youre wondering who the third pony is, its chrysalis' disguise for the au, named gentle heart.

flurry hearts base:

opalines bases (one for the body, the other was only for one of the wings):

gentle heart/chrysalis' base:

i had to use bases because ive been in such a weird art block lately, i just couldnt draw bodies right, but i was having this idea and i just had to get it out of me lol. i drew everything else just fine, idk why i couldnt draw bodies. shout out to elementbases on deviantart for having a lot of good mlp bases! and organized into categories no less!

btw for reference for adult flurry heart i mainly used images of her only adult appearance which was in some mobile game ?? i never played it but its real and its the only time we see her as an adult, though i dont think we get any details about her aside from how she looks. i just wanted to say that cause idk how many people know about it.

also yes her cutie mark is different between versions of her

so this is an au ive been tossing around for a while, especially since it started out as a half-theory i had about g5 before it truly did set in that they were just fucking up the entire thing (no hate to g5 or anyone who likes it but im personally just. disappointed), namely when they were like 'oh yeah opaline is just some alicorn that celestia and luna knew as kids and when they didnt want to play with her she held onto that for thousands of years and became evil over it'

also apparently the reason equestria is separated is because she just. idk whispered mean things in everyones ears? idk man i dont read the mlp comics, i plan to read g4s comics but not g5s. i didnt even know g5 had comics until i looked up why the pony kinds were separate.

anyway the idea was a theory because before all that we had no idea who opaline was, why there was some random alicorn, i mean, weve seen so few throughout g4! she was so mysterious for that, and i feel like the most popular idea was that she was flurry heart, since that was one of the few alicorns we knew of, and flurry is such a blank slate, especially since we dont technically ever see her adult form (with one exception)

i still personally think they shouldve gone that route but i know now that they wouldnt have, they probably wouldnt have wanted to give one of their previous characters, especially one like flurry, any bad traits or make her a villain, even though it would be such a cool idea. not to mention, they couldve redeemed her? idk man. worse villains have been redeemed lol

on to my au though. i wanted to keep it feeling like it couldve been canon but also stretching it just a little bit to make maybe more sense and also be more my creation, yknow?

we see at the end of g4 that chrysalis is trapped in stone alongside the other two villains she was working with, but we also know that these stone prisons can still be escaped, as we saw in discords introduction. my idea is that the stone is kept locked up, but unattended to, and she escapes, though her fellow villains dont. the specific details will be saved for if i go more in depth on all of this somewhere else lol

she develops a plan, that being to disguise herself as a normal pony, and to become staff at the crystal empire castle. that disguise is gentle heart, a name she literally made up because she was mocking the 'stupid' (from her perspective) names that ponies have, and she just kept it. while she works at the castle, she gets close to a young flurry heart.

she acts very extremely sickeningly nice and sweet in this disguise, but theres an uncanniness to it, a disingenuine undertone that is only noticeable when youre looking for it, really. flurry heart comes to love and trust her as a friend, and gentle heart isnt seen as suspicious to really anyone in the castle. people still think chrysalis is trapped in stone, after all.

her next step in the plan, however, is that when no one else is around, she shapeshifts herself into cadence or shining armor, and acts like a horrible parent to flurry heart. this creates a deep disconnect for flurry, as one moment her parents are the best ever, and the next they arent. if flurry tries to bring this up to them, they have no idea what shes talking about.

flurry begins to confide in gentle heart about this, and gentle heart begins to plant the idea in flurrys head that she should run away, and that gentle could run away with her. after a while of this, flurry finally decides to do this.

they run far, far away together, flurry being a child/young teenager, and they hide where no one else really goes, far from towns and pretty much any ponies. (this location hasnt been chosen yet but its not the mooost relevant? the basic point is that theyre hidden away) and they set up a home here.

soon in, gentle heart makes a decision. she shows her true form to flurry heart, a flurry heart who was never taught about how changelings used to be before their reformation, as her parents thought it was a conversation for when she was older. they didnt want her to feel paranoid, or scared. the changelings she knows are bright, and covered in generally round shapes. theyre not like the jagged and dark chrysalis.

gentle heart tells flurry that she was cursed. that her pony form is her true form, but she was cursed by the princesses to be in this form. being in her pony form drains her of energy, her changeling form recharges that energy. really, its just her excuse to not need to be in that pony form anymore. she tells flurry that she was cursed falsely, accused of a crime she did not commit. that she was made to work at the crystal castle so an eye could be kept on her. she asks to be called chrysalis, as being called gentle heart in this form feels wrong.

chrysalis right now is the only person in the world that flurry heart trusts, so she accepts this as truth.

as flurry heart grows up, chrysalis begins to plant ideas in her head that the other ponies are awful and horrible, just like her parents seemingly were. that flurry heart is better than all of them because shes not horrible, and on top of that, shes a natural alicorn. there hasnt been a natural born alicorn in thousands of years before her. flurry heart begins to believe all of this too. she doesnt have anyone or anything else to tell or show her otherwise.

these dark beliefs warp her appearance overtime, making her go from her parents daughter, into what we know as opaline, akin to princess luna turning into nightmare moon. she becomes annoyed with, averse to her cutesy name she was given by her family, and adopts the name opaline, both because of her crystal cutie mark, and because part of her still thinks of the crystal empire as her home, though now more like its hers to own someday.

speaking of, into her adulthood, opaline and chrysalis form a plan. a plan to take over equestria. the idea of being the ruler of all of pony kind was a natural conclusion that chrysalis wanted opaline to make, and so she did. their first step was to invade the crystal castle and take it over.

chrysalis tells her that cadence was never a fighter, so she shouldnt be an issue, but shining armor would be. if both chrysalis and opaline combined their power, they would easily overpower him and anyone else daring to fight them. the thing is... this works.

for a few reasons, actually. people were shocked at the return of chrysalis, and on top of that, despite her warped appearance, opaline was recognized as flurry heart. there isnt exactly many alicorns, and especially none that look similar to her. there was a fight put up, but not at full power. no one wanted to hurt the lost princess.

she takes over the empire, trapping any who oppose her, especially her parents. she doesnt even give them the option to talk to her. she plunges the empire back in dark days, not in the way that sombra did entirely, but still. shes strict on her subjects, and begins to make them like a military, planning to use them to invade canterlot. anyone who would dare come to attack the empire would be held off.

after she knows her subjects are loyal (terrified), and properly molded into an army, she storms canterlot, chrysalis by her side. its a hard fight, but they do it. they trap the other princesses, and they take over.

opalines first rule of business is to make the crystal empire the new capital, the new seat of power. for a while, this is the most drastic thing she does, otherwise going slow with her horrid ideas and changes.

the worse comes when shes already caused distrust and discomfort among ponykind, pitting ponies against eachother. she begins to decree that ponykind must be separated by type, designating towns to each, forcing ponies apart by law. she made sure it was enforced. she didnt need ponies coming together to rise against her, so she forced them apart. the damage is done.

this of course doesnt last forever. twilight is free and gathers the elements, and they take opaline by surprise, ending her reign. they empty the empire and trap her alone in her castle. thing is, she also trapped them in a limbo-like state, along with the other princesses (and her father), as they had also tried to join the fight. and a final blow to her, chrysalis got caught in crossfire, and was seemingly killed. no one intended it, but it happened. opaline is devastated.

and now, shes stuck. trapped alone in a castle in the middle of a city. she has the whole city alone to herself, and all she has now is the items left behind by her people, and mostly books. she only ever sees them as fiction or propaganda though, refusing to take them to heart and accept them as truth. alongside reading and re-reading the books around the city, she schemes of a way out. she is not very successful in this for a long time.

the closest she gets to getting out is when she opens the barrier just long enough to see, and kidnap, a young unicorn. a one misty brightdawn. she forces misty to be her only companion in a long time, and raises her like a daughter, but not lovingly.

some stuff continues on similar to canon, like misty befriending the mane 5 and leaving opaline behind, but i wont say more because i can keep some secrets for myself :] i do have an ending to her story planned though!

also pls ignore timeline and other canon contradictions pls pls pls pls pls lol

#my post #mlp #my little pony #flurry heart #opaline arcana #queen chrysalis #my art #in which i talk waaaaay too much LOL no one needs to read that i was just having a time ok <3 #flurry heart opaline au

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