#i kinda shot myself on the foot deciding to draw all of her tattoos again

[pricknim]

Devious suggestion for all Sunset Shimmer enjoyers: Draw her beefier >:3c The stronger she is the better she can hold Twilight (kisses ensue)

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And I'm pretty sure Twilight appreciates the uppies

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Weird Car Thoughts...

I'm probably super weird for thinking about this, but I hope I'm not the only one who has thought about this. I want to either write a fan fiction, or draw a picture of a scene where I get into a really bad accident while driving my truck in a bad thunder storm. Basically my truck gets struck with an odd red lightening strike and I lose control and hit an abandoned building and I blackout from the impact. Then the next morning I wake up with a bad headache, bruising on my legs and arms, a broken wrist, and a bad concussion...but I'm still alive somehow. As I get up I notice my truck is missing and all I see is a green haired boy, laying on his side covered in grease and oil as well as a bit of blood. For some reason he's also naked and seems to be unconscious. I walk over to examine him and see if he's ok and notice a red tattoo on the small of his back saying 'FEAR THIS'. It's very strange and I'm so confused. I think to myself, 'Who is this boy? Where did he come from? Did I hit him?...Is he dead?'. I've got at least a hundred questions running through my brain at the moment. It must be because I lost some blood from my head injury. I decide to make sure he's okay. So I take my jacket off to cover him up as I turn him over onto his backside. I notice he has several scars running along his chest, torso, and his arms. But he was breathing. Mentally I thanked god that I didn't kill him. As I get to work to tend to his wounds, he starts coughing and I jerk back, afraid he might attack me. He finally sits up slightly and opens his eyes to small slits. I come back to his side and put my hand on his back to support his weak, trembling body, hoping to still and comfort the boy. "Who..are you...?" He asks me. He winces in pain as he tries to move his legs to get up, but he leans back down into my arm that was supporting him. "Hey, you need to go easy there hot shot. We were just in a bad wreck...at least I think we were. Although I don't see my truck anywhere. Anyway I was just about to ask you the same thing. My name is Sarah." I brush his long olive green hair out of his face, hoping he'll see me better. 'I don't know why but I feel like I've seen this boy before...' I thought to myself. "Sarah, eh? That's a weird name, but it sounds...oddly familiar." He blinked a couple of times and stared up at me with a confusing look on his face. "Oh yeah, uh...Sarah, my name is Nicholas. Or Nick for short." He gave a small smile before falling limp and passing out again. I was beyond confused about this whole situation and it's entirety. I slowly eased him down to the ground and got up to go look for help. As I stumbled past the building and scraps of metal, I noticed my license plate was crumpled on the ground as well as one of my tries. But the question still stood, 'Where was my truck, and where did this boy come from?' I looked back to him and noticed quite a bit of blood still coming out from his right foot. "I need to find some help, and fast." So I continued to walk for another half hour, coming up empty but dust and echoes. So I turned around to head back to the boy, hoping he had come to, so I could get some more information from him and where he came from. When I got back I looked up to find him sitting with his legs crossed and my jacket covering his lap. I guess he heard me coming because he looked up and met my blue eyes with his....pure white eyes? Why hadn't I noticed this before? Finally it clicked...the lightening, the wreck, my truck no where to be seen? And then the mysterious green haired boy with a red 'FEAR THIS' tattoo on his back. He, or rather IT, was my truck!! "No this is impossible..." I was starting to talk to myself. I looked to him as he stared me down with those white eyes, and a confused look on his face, "Um..girl? Sarah, I mean....are you ok? You look kinda pale." He stood up and wrapped my jacket around his waist to keep the situation less weird and awkward. He limped forward to me. I looked down to his right foot as it had stopped bleeding but still looked pretty bad. "Hey, you ok?" He was now two steps from me and I finally got a good look at his battered, scared body full of grease and oil. "It's you...y-you're my truck." I started to back away, but not before I stumbled and fell to the ground, hitting my head in the end and getting knocked unconscious. Nicholas took in the whole scene and just stared at the peculiar girl. "Man you're cute, but strange. I guess I owe ya one since you saved my ass." He leaned down to get a good look at the blonde girl. Noticing the jagged cut above her left eyebrow, he reached down and tore a piece of clothe from her black shirt to press to her forehead to stop the bleeding. "I guess I just have to wait till you wake up, eh?" So yeah, I thought of a fan fiction AU where my truck gets turned into a human and he doesn't even remember me!! Weird right? I know! But the thought of turning this into a fan fiction or a drawing sounds awesome to me!! :D Please let me know what you think and what I should do! I love all of you pretties and I hope you all have a beautiful day! :)