#laughter;pinkie pie tag

[catboy-autism]

♡♡ Smilesongic ♡♡

[PT: Smilesongic /PT End]

A -songic gender wherein one's gender is connected to, relates to, or is the song Smile by Pinkie Pie

This gender can be related to parties, making people happy, healing, happiness, friendship, and laughter.

[ID 1: A flag with 4 circles. From outer to innermost, the colors are hot pink, baby pink, sky blue, yellow, and pale yellow. Within the innermost circle is a hot pink beamed eighth note. ID End]

tagging: @radiomogai @jiiamp @dixons-identity @the-astropaws @fangpunk @mochitoaster (ask to be added/removed)

[ID 2: A thin brown line, in the center of it is an orange tabby maine coon mix laying down, staring to the side of the viewer. ID End]

[ID 3: A rectangular banner. The border of it has a gradient of orange to pink. In each corner are 3 strawberries and 4 strawberry flowers. Within the border is a light tan rectangle with text. From top to bottom the different blocks of text read, in all caps: "Do not involve my flags or labels in discourse", this is colored red and underlined; "Anyone can use my flags and labels", this is also red; "But I do block freely", this is colored pink. There is a line of small cartoonish strawberries, each separated by little leaves. On the center bottom is a pink to orange gradient rounded rectangle. Within it is a red text in all caps that reads "This blog loves mspec gays and lesbians". On the left of the rectangle is the mspec lesbian flag and on the right is the mspec gay flag. On the left and right of the main rectangle are drawings of calico cats stretching. There are muddy paw prints scattered across the banner. ID End]

[luckyduckwrites]

New To Equestria Chapter 1-2: Friendship is Magic (Part 2): Nightmare Moon

Fandom: My Little Pony, My Little Pony Generation 4: Friendship Is Magic (Cartoon 2010), My Little Pony Generation 4: Equestria Girls (Cartoon 2013)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Applejack (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)/Original Character(s), Applejack/Original Pony Character(s) (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic), Applejack/original

Characters: Applejack (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic), Twilight Sparkle (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic), Pinkie Pie (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic), Rarity (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic), Fluttershy (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic), Rainbow Dash (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic), Original Female Character(s), Original Pony Character(s) (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Disabled Character, POV First Person, POV Female Character, Original Character-centric, Trauma, Canon Autistic Character, Slow Romance, Slow To Update, Friends to Lovers

Summary:

My name is Scarlette Melody. I was born on Earth, and pushed into a statue outside my high school. I woke up as a unicorn in another world! A pony named Princess Celestia found me. I explained my situation to her, and she let me stay at her castle until the portal re-opened, but I like this world a lot more than my old world. I became friends with Celestia's star pupil Twilight Sparkle, and I was sent with her to Ponyville for the Summer Sun Celebration, where I met familiar ponies. I had never met them before, but they reminded me of my friends at school in my world, even sharing the same names and personalities! We soon became became the Elements of Harmony, and I'm the element of Empathy.

**AO3 & Wattpad links in masterpost pinned to the top of the blog**

Mayor Mare gestured to the guards, exclaiming, "Seize her! Only she knows where the Princess is!"

Nightmare Moon warns, "Stand back, you foals!"

The guards get closer, and she releases lightning that hits them, incapacitating the guards before disappearing. Twilight rushes out, and I follow her.

I ask her, "Where are we going?"

She responds, "We gotta find a way to defeat Nightmare Moon!"

I nod, and we make our way to the library in a rush. She lays Spike down in his bed, and I tuck him in with my magic.

He sleepily says, "We gotta stop Nightmare!"

Twilight reassures him, "You've been up all night, Spike. You are a baby dragon, after all."

We split up, searching through the bookshelves.

Twilight groans, "Elements, elements, elements... Ugh! How can we stop Nightmare Moon without the Elements of Harmony?"

She's tackled to the ground by Rainbow Dash, who interrugates her, "And just what are the Elements of Harmony? And how did you know about Nightmare Moon, huh? Are you spys?!"

Applejack pulls her off of Twilight, saying, "Simmer down, Sally. They ain't no spys. But she sure knows what's going on. Don't you, Twilight?"

Twilight explained, "I read all about the prediction of Nightmare Moon. Some mysterious objects called the Elements of Harmony are the only things that can stop her, but I don't know what they are, where to find them... I don't even know what they do!"

Pinkie pulls a book off of a shelf, reading, "The Elements of Harmony: A Reference Guide."

Twilight asks her, "How did you find that?!"

Pinkie responds in a sing-song voice, "It was under 'E'!"

Twilight opened the book reading the first page, "'There are seven Elements of Harmony, but only six are known: Kindness, Empathy, Laughter, Generosity, Honesty, and Loyalty. The seventh is a complete mystery. It is said that the last known location of the six elements was in the ancient castle of the royal pony sisters. Is it located in what is now the Everfree Forest'!"

The others gasped in horror, but I don't know what's so special about this specific forest.

Twilight noticed my confusion, so she added, "The most frightening forest in Equestria!"

My eyes widened, but we all headed out as a group to the edge of town.

Once we got to the entrance to the forest, Pinkie exclaimed, "Whee! Let's go!"

Twilight pulled her back with her magic, saying to all of us, "Not so fast. Look, I appreciate the offer, but I'd really rather do this on my own."

I countered, "You're not getting rid of me that easily. Besides, it's the Elements of Harmony, not the Elements of Independence."

Applejack added, "Yeah. We sure ain't lettin' any friend of ours go into that creepy place alone. We're stickin' to you like caramel on a candy apple."

The others nodded, and we started walking toward the forest.

Pinkie added, "Especially if there's candy apples in there. What? Those things are good."

Twilight asked, "So, none of you have been in here before?"

I deadpanned at her, sarcastically asking, "What do you think?"

Rarity groaned, "Ugh, heavens no! Just look at it - it's dreadful!"

Applejack added, "And it ain't natural. Folks say it don't work the same as Equestria."

I asked, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Rainbow Dash grinned mischeviously, saying, "Nopony knows. You know why?"

Applejack said, "Rainbow, quit it."

Rainbow Dash creepily stalked over to Fluttershy and I, continuing, "'Cause everypony who's ever come in has never... come... out!"

The ground beneath us all suddenly collapsed, sending us falling down. Rainbow caught Rarity, Fluttershy caught Pinkie, and I started falling further down. I felt tears in my eyes but was finally caught by Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash after they set Rarity and Pinkie down. We all got down to the ground safely, but I saw Applejack and Twilight holding on the edge of the cliff.

I point up to them, exclaiming, "She's gonna fall!"

Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy fly up there, and Rainbow got to Twilight just in time, with Fluttershy getting Applejack down.

We started walking through the forest again, with Rainbow bragging, "And once Pinkie, Rarity and Scarlette were saved, whoosh! Me and Fluttershy loop-de-looped around and wham! Caught you in the nick of time."

Twilight deadpanned, "Yes, Rainbow. I was there, and I'm very grateful, but we gotta -"

Suddenly, an animal ran toward us, growling deeply. It looked like a yellow tiger with a red mane and a scorpion tail.

Twilight gasped, "A Manticore!"

Rarity kicked it, exclaiming, "Take that, you ruffian!"

The manticore growled again, getting its spit all over Rarity's hair, making her retreat.

Fluttershy quietly says, "Wait."

Applejack makes a rope out of vines, lassoing the manticore's neck.

She exclaims, "Yee-haw! Get along, little doggy!"

Fluttershy says, slightly louder, "Wait."

Applejack's makeshift rope breaks, and the manticore tosses her away.

She tells Rainbow Dash, "All yours, partner."

Fluttershy says, even louder, "Wait!"

The manticore sends Rainbiw Dash away, and just before Twilight charges, I exclaim, "Everypony, stop!" They all look at me, and I point to Fluttershy, saying, "Fluttershy's been trying to get you all to stop, so I'm trying to give her a chance to speak."

Everypony stops fighting as Fluttershy walks up to the manticore, saying in a soothing voice, "Shhh... it's okay."

I quietly say to the others, "See? You don't always need to fight everything, especially when you have an animal expert. She just needed someone to listen."

The manticore shows Fluttershy its paw, and we see a huge splinter sticking out.

Fluttershy says, "Oh, you poor, poor little baby."

Rainbow asks, "Little?"

I elbow her, and Fluttershy adds, "Now, this might hurt for just a second."

She pulls the splinter out, and the manticore roars in pain. The others rush over to help her, but I hold them back. The manticore holds her, licking her hair and purring like a huge cat.

Fluttershy giggles, saying, "Aw... you're just a little ol' baby kitty, aren't you? Yes, you are. Yes, you are!"

Once the manticore lets Fluttershy go and walks away, Twilight asks, "How did you know about the thorn?"

Fluttershy responds, "I didn't. Sometimes, we all just need to be shown a little kindness."

Twilight looks at me in shock, and I add, "And sometimes, you just need to listen to each other to know what's wrong."

After a while of walking, Rarity says, "Ugh, my eyes need a rest from all this icky muck." The area around us suddenly goes nearly completely dark, and she adds, "Well, I didn't mean that literally."

Twilight groaned, "That ancient ruin could be right in front of our faces, and we wouldn't even know it."

Rarity bumps into me, saying, "I didn't see you there, my apologies."

I hear a squish, and Applejack says, "Oh wait, I think I stepped on something."

I use my magic to make some light, and Fluttershy shrieks.

Applejack says, "It's just mud."

We look around, seeing horrifying faces on trees. We all huddle together, terrified, until we hear Pinkie giggling and making faces back at the trees.

Twilight asks, "Pinkie, what are you doing?! Run!"

Pinkie responds, "Oh girls, don't you see?" She starts singing, "When I was a little filly and the sun was going down..."

Twilight sarcastically says, "Tell me she's not."

Pinkie keeps singing, "The darkness and the shadows, they would always make me frown..."

Rarity deadpans, "She is."

Pinkie continued singing, "I'd hide under my pillow from what I thought I saw. But Granny Pie said that wasn't the way to deal with fears at all."

Rainbow Dash asks, "Then what is?"

Pinkie responds in song, "She said, 'Pinkie, you gotta stand up tall, learn to face your fears. You'll see that they can't hurt you, just laugh to make them disappear'. Ha! Ha! Ha!"

The face on a tree disappeared when she laughed at it, making us gasp.

We started giggling at the trees, and Pinkie kept singing, "So, giggle at the ghostly. Guffaw at the grossly. Crack up at the creepy. Whoop it up with the weepy. Chortle at the kooky. Snortle at the spooky." She broke out of song to quickly say, "And tell that big dumb scary face to take a hike and leave you alone and if he thinks he can scare you then he's got another thing coming and the very idea of such a thing just makes you wanna -" She bursts out in laughter, then sang, "Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuugh!"

Once the faces are all gone from the trees, we end up at a long, rushing river.

I ask, "How are we gonna cross this?"

We soon hear a loud cry.

We head over to it and see a sea monster sobbing and thrashing about, exclaiming, "What a world, what a world!"

I asked, "Excuse me, sir. Why are you crying?"

He responded, "Well, I don't know. I was just sitting here, minding my own business, when this tacky little cloud of purple smoke just whisked past me and tore half of my beloved mustache clean off, and now I look simply horrid."

He starts wailing again, and I hear Rainbow Dash groaning, "Oh, give me a break."

I glare at her, but she just rolls her eyes.

Applejack asks, "That's what all the fuss is about?"

Rarity said, "Why, of course it is. How can you be so insensitive? Oh, just look at him. Such lovely luminescent scales."

He responds, "I know."

She continues, "And your expertly coiffed mane."

He responds, "Oh, I know, I know!"

She adds, "Your fabulous manicure."

He gasps, "It's so true!"

She then frowned, saying, "All ruined without your beautiful mustache."

I exclaim, "Rarity! What are you doing?!"

She says back, "Trust me, I know what I'm doing." She turns back to the sea monster, saying, "I simply cannot let such a crime against fabulously go uncorrected."

She pulls a scale from the sea monster, making him yelp, "Ow! What did you do that for?!"

Twilight asked, "Rarity, what are you -"

She stops talking when Rarity slices off her long, beautiful tail. She levitates her chopped off tail to the sea monster's face, replacing his ruined mustache.

He exclaimed, "My mustache! How wonderful!"

Rarity complimented, "You look smashing."

Twilight lamented, "Oh, Rarity, your beautiful tail..."

Rarity smiles, saying, "Oh. It's fine, my dear. Short tails are in this season. Besides, it'll grow back."

Rainbow groans, "So would the mustache."

Applejack elbowed her, and the sea monster held his long tail up, saying, "Allow me."

I thanked him, and we finally found the ruins. It was on the other end of a bridge dangling over a large chasm.

Twilight ran to the bridge, exclaiming, "There it is, the ruins that holds the Elements of Harmony. We made it!"

The second Twilight stepped onto the bridge, it broke. She held on for dear life, and we ran to help her up.

Once she was safely back on her hooves, Rainbow asked, "What's with you and falling off cliffs today?"

We looked out at the long way across to the ruins, now impossible to cross.

Pinkie asked, "Now what?"

Rainbow flew to the other side.

We all heard her name being called creepily, and she asked, "Who's there?" Her name was called again in the same voice, and she exclaimed, "I ain't scared of you! Show yourself!"

Three pegasi in uniforms walked out of the mist, and the leader said, "We've been eagerly awaiting the arrival of the best flyer in Equestria."

Rainbow asked, "Who?"

The leader chuckled, responding, "Why, you, of course."

Rainbow exclaimed, "Really?! I mean... Oh yeah, me. Hey, uh, you wouldn't mind telling the Wonderbolts that, would ya? 'Cause I've been trying to get into that group for like, ever."

The leader responds, "No, Rainbow Dash. We want you to join us, the Shadowbolts. We're the greatest aerial team in the Everfree Forest, and soon, we will be the greatest in all Equestria. But first, we need a captain. The most magnificent, swiftest, bravest flyer in all the land."

Rainbow Dash chuckles, saying, "It's all true."

This doesn't feel right to me. It sounds more like smooth talk than actual praise.

The Shadowbolt leader says, "We need you."

Rainbow Dash exclaims, "Woohoo! Sign me up. Just let me tie this bridge real quick, and then we have a deal."

The leader exclaims, "No! It's them or us."

Twilight asks, "Rainbow, what's taking so long?"

I exclaim, "Rainbow! Don't listen to them!"

The mist covered the bridge, blocking us from seeing or hearing them anymore. After a minute, we saw that the bridge was finally tied again, and Rainbow appeared in the mist.

She says, "See? I'd never leave my friends hangin'."

We then headed into the ruins, and spotted a stone statue holding six round stones with gemstone images carved into them.

Applejack asks, "Come on, Twilight. Isn't this what you've been waitin' for?"

Twilight exclaims, "The Elements of Harmony! We've found them! Careful, careful!"

We started pulling down the Elements, and Pinkie counted them, "One, two, three, four, five... There's only six!"

Rainbow asked, "Where's the seventh?"

Twilight responded, "The book said, 'When the six are present, a spark will cause the seventh Element to be revealed'."

Applejack asked, "What in the hay is that supposed to mean?"

I think for a moment, then add, "Maybe it's metaphorical?"

Twilight responds, "I'm not sure, but I have an idea. Stand back. I don't know what will happen."

Applejack leads us out of the room, saying, "Come on now, y'all. She needs to concentrate."

After a moment, a bright light shines from the room, and we hear Twilight exclaim, "The Elements!"

We all run into the room to see Twilight gone.

Applejack asked, "Twilight, where are you?"

Rarity points out the window to a tower connected to the ruins, exclaiming, "Look!"

We see a bright light fading from one of the windows at the top, and Applejack says, "Come on!"

We all run in the direction of the tower, navigating through the maze-like hallways. After a while, we find a tall, winding staircase.

I say, "This must be it. Twilight must be up there!"

We started talking over each other.

Pinkie said, "Don't worry, Twilight, we're here."

Applejack said, "Don't worry, we'll be there."

I exclaimed, "Twilight, you'll be okay!"

As we reached the top of the stairs, we saw Twilight, Nightmare Moon, and the newly broken Elements.

Twilight gasped, saying, "You think you can destroy the Elements of Harmony just like that? Well, you're wrong, because the spirits of the Elements of Harmony are right here!"

We gathered behind her, then Applejack floated in the air with Element shards circling her as Twilight said, "Applejack, who reassured me when I was in doubt, represents the spirit of honesty!"

A necklace formed on Applejack with an orange gem shaped like an apple.

Then Fluttershy, "Fluttershy, who tamed the manticore with her compassion, represents the spirit of kindness!"

Her necklace was pink and shaped like a butterfly.

I started floating next, "Scarlette Melody, who demonstrated that we only need to listen, represents the spirit of Empathy!"

My necklace was green and shaped like a heart.

Then Pinkie, "Pinkie Pie, who banished fear by giggling in the face of danger, represents the spirit of laughter!"

Her necklace was blue, shaped like a balloon.

Then Rarity, "Rarity, who calmed a sorrowful serpent with a meaningful gift, represents the spirit of generosity!"

Her necklace was purple, shaped like a four-pointed diamond, and her tail grew back to its original length.

Then Rainbow, "And Rainbow Dash, who could not abandon her friends for her own heart's desire, represents the spirit of loyalty!"

Her necklace was red, shaped like a lightning bolt.

As we floated with our new Elements, Twilight says, "The spirits of these six ponies got us through every challenge you threw at us."

Nightmare Moon exclaimed, "You still don't have the seventh Element! The spark didn't work!"

Twilight countered, "But it did! A different kind of spark." She turned to us, "I felt it the very moment I realized how happy I was to hear you, to see you. How much I cared about you. The spark ignited inside me when I realized that you all... are my friends!" She turned back to Nightmare Moon, adding, "You see, Nightmare Moon, when those Elements are ignited by the... the spark that resides in the heart of us all, it creates the seventh Element: the Element of Magic!"

As she said that, the final Element floated down from the ceiling. Twilight floated to join us, and her Element turned into a crown with a dark pink six-pointed star gem on it.

Our eyes glowed, and bright lights ignited from our Elements, creating a rainbow that swirled around Nightmare Moon as she exclaimed, "Nooo!"

The swirling rainbow disappeared, leaving behind a dark blue alicorn in Nightmare's place. She looked a lot like Vice Principal Luna in my world. We took a moment of pause to admire our newly acquired Elements.

Rarity was hugging her tail, saying, "Oh, thank goodness."

Fluttershy complimented, "Why Rarity, it's so lovely."

Rarity exclaimed, "I know! I'll never part with it again."

Fluttershy corrected, "No. Your necklace. It looks just like your cutie mark."

I added, "So do all of ours."

Applejack smiled, saying, "Gee, Twilight! I thought you were just spoutin' a lot of hooey, but I reckon we really do represent the Elements of Friendship."

I corrected, "Harmony, not Friendship."

The sun rose outside, and Celestia appeared in the glow, saying, "Indeed you do."

Twilight gasps, bowing as she says, "Princess Celestia."

Celestia put a hoof on Twilight's shoulder, and she stood back up.

She smiled, saying, "Twilight Sparkle, my faithful student, I knew you could do it."

Twilight confusedly said, "But... you told me it was all an old pony tale."

Celestia corrected, "I told you that you needed to make some friends, nothing more." She turned to me, adding, "And Scarlette Melody, I am glad to see how well you have adjusted to life here in Equestria." I heard murmurs behind me as I nodded, and Celestia turned back to Twilight, saying, "I saw the signs of Nightmare Moon's return, and I knew it was you who had the magic inside to defeat her, but you could not unleash it until you let true friendship into your heart." She turned to Luna, saying, "Now if only another will as well. Princess Luna, It has been a thousand years since I have seen you like this. Time to put our differences aside. We were meant to rule together, little sister. Will you accept my friendship?"

Luna teared up, then hugged her sister as she exclaimed, "I'm so sorry! I missed you so much, big sister!"

Celestia responded, "I've missed you, too."

Pinkie Pie exaggeratedly sobbed, then exclaimed with a huge smile on her face, "Hey, you know what this calls for? A party!"

It was noon by the time we got back to Ponyville, and Pinkie put together a party in a blink of an eye, attracting everypony in Ponyville to join. Some of them weaved a flower necklace that they put on Luna to celebrate her return.

Celestia soon noticed Twilight's expression, asking, "Why so glum, my faithful student? Are you not happy that your quest is complete and you can return to your studies in Canterlot?"

Twilight responds, "That's just it. Just when I learned how wonderful it is to have friends, I have to leave them. Especially with Scarlette Melody moving here."

Celestia smiled kindly, saying, "Spike, take a note, please. 'I, Princess Celestia, hereby decree that the unicorn Twilight Sparkle shall take on a new mission for Equestria. She must continue to study the magic of friendship. She must report to me her findings from her new home in Ponyville'."

Twilight exclaims, "Oh, thank you, Princess Celestia! I'll study harder than ever before."

We all cheered in delight, and Pinkie exclaimed, "Isn't this exciting? Are you excited, 'cause I'm excited. I've never been so excited, well, except for the time that I went -" She gasps deeply, then continues, "But I mean, really."

Applejack asks me, "So, what did Celestia say when she said you were adjusting to life in Equestria?"

I feel all of their eyes on me as I respond, "Twilight already knows, but... I'm not from this world. I entered a portal accidentally, and I ended up here. My world is a lot like this one, but also different in a lot of ways. You all had counterparts in my world, so I was able to recognize all of you right away."

They all gasped except for Twilight, and I was expecting them to be mad at me, or have some kind of negative reaction, but I was surprised when they hugged me.

Rarity said, "That's wonderful, darling. We can't wait to learn more about your world."

I smiled as I accepted the hug wholeheartedly. After the party, I went home, feeling like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. I flopped onto my bed, exhausted from staying up for two straight days. Hazel curled up next to me, rubbing her cheek against me as I feel asleep.

[pinkie-keen]

welcome to sugar cube corner!

my name is mars, but you can call me pinkie if you’d like since the blog bakery is themed around her!

i am eighteen, and i use they/he pronouns!

the bakery is all inclusive, so if you have beliefs that aren’t please leave! i might own a sweet shop, but we reserve the right to refuse service to anyone.

sugar cube menu (tags)

the menu is subject to change, please keep that in mind when ordering!

drinks

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#applejack - aj posts (6 bits)

#rainbow dash - rainbow posts (6 bits)

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[fairy-selfships]

my little pony: friendship is magic self insert!

Sunset Peach

Used Pronouns: he/they/it/neos

Most Liked Pronouns: he/they/bug/bun/ang

Age: 22

Cutie Mark: a peach with rays coming off of it, in the center is a treble clef

Talent: an amazing singer, their voice is soft and sweet sounding, but bug's voice can also become rough and hard, like a peach and it's pit

Voice Actor: Max Mittleman as Ryuji Sakamoto (pitched up slightly)

Job: Independent Singer/Songwriter/Cover Artist (varying genres)

Relationships:

Pinkie Pie - Best Friend (*^o^)人(^o^*)

Rarity, Fluttershy, Muffins - Wife/Husband/Partner (polycule)

Twlight Sparkle - Friend/Sister Figure

Applejack, Rainbow Dash, and Spike - Friends

Starlight Glimmer - Cautious/Scared Of

Trixie - Friends??

Discord - Thinks he's funny

Princess Celestia and Luna - Scared Of

(base by nocturnal-moonlight on deviantart!! base is f2u)

[universalcarnival]

bold the aesthetic that applies to your muse. repost. don’t reblog.

                                                      𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋.

tired  eyes.  coffee  stains  on  the  table. listening  to  the  bustle  of  the  city.  unmade  beds.  ponytails.  sunlight  seeping  through  the  curtains.  chapped  lips.  walking  barefoot  across  the  floorboards.  dusty  dictionaries. black  and  white  reruns.  huge  sweaters.  the  ticking  of  the  clock.  hearing  birds  in  the  morning.  fireplaces.  falling  asleep  during  class.

                               𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

freckles.  the  sun  rising.  watching  the  sea.  taking  shots  of  the  city.  historical  museums. bright  eyes.  looking  up  at  the  clouds. walls  covered  in  artworks. drawing  in  the  middle  of  lessons.  tracing  your  fingers  on  the  sand.  painting  for  hours. staying  in  uncrowded  coffee-shops.  worn  paperbacks. messy  braids.  going  to  bed  with  your  kneesocks  on.

                                𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄.

dark  hair.  a  little  sophisticated.  always  observing  the  world  around  you.  intricate  designs.  high  ceilings.  extravagant  musical  pieces.  dim  lights. colourless  photographs.  fancy  furniture.  pale  skin.  hearing  soft  footfalls  coming  from  outside  the  room.  mischievous  looks.  bitten  nails.  candlelight  dinners.  dark  shades  of  lipstick.

                                𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.

chandeliers. the  clinking  of  a  teacup  mug.  laced  clothing. modern  architecture.  light  hair. watching  the  view  from  the  terrace.  hidden  birthmarks. drinking  tea  in  the  morning.  wandering  about  in  an  empty  building. botanical  gardens.  old  films.    ancient  marble  sculptures.  expensive  perfume.  breakfasts  in  bed.  reading  stories  about  mythology.

                                𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂.

compassion.  short  writings  on  scraps  of  paper. blushed  cheeks.  a  bouquet  of  roses.  reading  collections  of  poetry  late  at  night.  loose  hair. carpeted  floors.  attending  operas. faint  music  playing  in  the  background.  staying  under  the  covers  until  midday. the  night  sky.  streetlights.  picking  flowers. dancing  around  in  silk  dresses.  scented  candles.

Tagged by | @twxlightbeforedawn​ ( <3333 ) Tagging |  anyone reading this with the letter “a” in their IRL name. or their username

[positivityplaypen]

Friday* - 9/27/19

A cheerful heart can break down boundaries.

Sharing joy and laughter can destroy any system dividing people.

[hanmasghost]

Peepaw Ran learning how to use a mobile

A/N: all my brain rot in one post, omg

Pronouns: He/Him

Tags: @reallyromealone

Warning(s): strong language

You, son of Ran Haitani, sat there at your guys’ island table that sat in the middle of your kitchen, with your father teaching him how to use a mobile phone.

It was hilarious honestly.

It was what? 2018?! And he didn’t know how to use a mobile phone?!

Old geezer need to learn at some point right? So here you are, teaching the 31 year old man how to use one.

“No dad..” you sighed “you press this button, not that one” you explained as you rolled you eyes at the man who was trying to figure out how to add a contact to his phone.

Your uncle Rindou on the other hand, instead of helping you with his brother, was there on the other side of the island table, howling with laughter as you endured the torture of your dumbass father.

“BAHAHHAHAHA I CANT BELIEVE YOURE SO DUMB!! OH MY GOD- I CANT BREATHE HOLY SHIT!!” Rindou laughed out.

“SHUT UP MIDGET!” The bonten executive, Ran shouted back at his brother.

“Who’s number are you gonna need anyway? I’m not gonna talk to the bastard!”

“I SAID SHUT IT SHORTIE!!” Ran yelled, seeming to get ready to throw the mobile at his brother.

“Oi! Peepaw, pay attention, or you’re gonna have to learn from YouTube.”

“That app that you watch all those videos on?”

“No the blank screen he stares at. Yes that one dumbass!”

“Give your older brother some respect, you bastard.”

“Pffft… and uncle Sanzu said you and uncle Rin use to get along” you mumbled, holding back a laugh.

“The pinkie pie haired bitch said what?” Ran, who happened to hear what you said, questioned.

“I don’t know, why don’t you call him and ask.” You paused, “if you can even remember how to… pfft..” you laughed, mumbling as you looked away from Ran.

Cause if you looked at him right now? You’d probably burst into tears laughing out loud.

While Ran didn’t hear you, Rindou did.

And he, unlike you, didn’t try to hold his laugh.

“What? What’s so funny?!”

“Your mom.”

“WE HAVE THE SAME MOM??? WHAT?!?”

As they started to bicker, you just walked away.

It’s fine right? He can just learn from YouTube… if he figures out how to get into the app anyways.

[trashyswitch]

For Cupcakes and Giggles

Twilight Sparkle and Pinkie Pie have some fun baking and playing games together.

It was a beautiful day in Ponyville and Twilight Sparkle was spending time with her friend Pinkie Pie at Sugarcube Corner. Pinkie Pie was busy baking a batch of cupcakes while Twilight Sparkle was helping her measure out the ingredients.

"So, how are things going with that stallion you've been seeing?" Twilight Sparkle asked.

"Oh, things are going great with Flash Sentry!" Pinkie Pie exclaimed, a big grin spreading across her face. "He's so funny and sweet, and he has the most adorable smile."

Twilight Sparkle smiled and nodded. "I'm so happy for you, Pinkie Pie. I'm sure you two will be very happy together."

Pinkie Pie finished measuring out the ingredients and started mixing them together in a bowl. "I just hope we can find time to spend together with all the preparations for the Spring Fling going on. I'm in charge of the decorations this year and I have so much to do."

Twilight Sparkle patted Pinkie Pie's shoulder sympathetically. "I'm sure you'll do a great job, Pinkie Pie. And if you need any help, just let me know. I'm always here for you."

Pinkie Pie smiled and nodded before turning her attention back to the cupcakes. "Thanks, Twilight Sparkle. I really appreciate it. I just hope I don't get too overwhelmed with everything."

Twilight Sparkle watched as Pinkie Pie poured the cupcake batter into the muffin tin. "Is there anything else you need me to do?"

Pinkie Pie looked around the kitchen and sighed. "I think we're all set for now. I just need to wait for the cupcakes to bake and then we can frost them."

Twilight Sparkle nodded and looked around the kitchen as well. "Well, it looks like everything is under control. Do you want to take a break and do something else?"

Pinkie Pie perked up at the suggestion. "Like what? Oh! I know! Let's play a game of tickle tag!"

Twilight Sparkle raised an eyebrow at Pinkie Pie's suggestion. "Tickle tag? That sounds like a lot of fun."

Pinkie Pie giggled and grabbed Twilight Sparkle's hoof, pulling her towards the door. "Come on, Twilight Sparkle! Let's go find a good spot to play."

Twilight Sparkle allowed herself to be pulled along, a smile spreading across her face. "Okay, Pinkie Pie. Let's go play tickle tag."

The two friends made their way to a grassy field near the edge of town and began to play. Twilight Sparkle chased after Pinkie Pie, trying to tickle her as she ran. Pinkie Pie squealed and laughed, darting and dodging to avoid Twilight Sparkle's tickling hooves.

"I can't believe you're actually tickling me, Twilight Sparkle!" Pinkie Pie exclaimed, laughter filling her voice. "This is so much fun!"

Twilight Sparkle chuckled and continued to chase after Pinkie Pie. "I'm just glad you're having a good time, Pinkie Pie. You always know how to make me laugh."

The two friends continued to play and laugh, enjoying each other's company and the beautiful day. It was the perfect way to spend a spring afternoon in Ponyville.

This short fanfiction was entirely made by AI. I had sent my friend a fanfiction, and my friend had put it through AI and it proceeded to write a full fanfiction for me. It also explains why the fanfiction is abnormally short.

So...I...don't understand how the AI wrote it, but...I just wanted to have some fun. I hope you enjoyed!

[darkisrising]

Directions:  you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs then tag ten people! no skipping!

Hmm... favorite? Dunno about that. We’ll go with the only one I’ve listened to for a long, long time. Thanks for the tag @draculard and also, oh boy are you gonna regret it... 1. Neighsayer, Lukas Nelson 2. The Laughter Song, Pinkie Pie 3. We Will Stand for Everfree, Gloriosa Day 4. I’ll Fly, Rainbow Dash 5. Love is in Bloom, Twilight Sparkle 6. The Pony I Want to Be, Diamond Tiara 7. Embrace the Magic, Sunset Shimmer 8. Babs Seed, Applebloom, Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle 9. Art of the Dress, Rarity 10. Thank you for Being a Friend, Rachel Platten

No pressure tag: @mykingdomforasong @invaderk @lcbesd0910 @thechaospilot @mirrorthoughts @rebakitt3n @tessiete @treescape @captainkappa @mblogs

[dizzydancingdreamer]

The Servant and The Prince | One

I did it-- I wrote something. Was it what everyone wanted? Gods no. But it is something. So do enjoy my lovelies-- a break from my not so regularly scheduled content.

Description: This is very much a Cinderella trope because I cannot help myself and I am in love with Loki 

Pairing: Loki x Female!Reader, third person as I may adapt eventually with an OC 

Warnings: violence but very minor, emotional abuse, some strong-ish language

Tags: Angst but you can imply fluff 

Word count: 3.8k

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Master List

“Did you pack my dress!” A shrill voice assaults her eardrums as she scurries towards the door.

It comes from a tall, thin, young woman. Her face and fingers are boney, her blonde hair falling in perfect waves down her back. The faintest aroma of honeysuckles and violets wafts off her creamy skin. She is beautiful, her step sister Anna. At least in theory. The sneer on her cherry lips and the hatred in her cerulean eyes, unclouded and accusatory, can’t be hidden by any length of silky dress or ruby lipstick, though. She is ugly, even if just on the inside.  

Y/n almost drops the bags in her hands- almost. She only flinches inwardly. She is used to the constant demands. Clean the house, cook the meal, wash my clothes. This and that and more. So much more. She’ll never flinch though. No matter what. That is a promise she made to herself too long ago.

“Yes milady. It is already in the carriage alongside the rest of your requested belongings. Is there anything else I can do for you before we leave?” Her own voice is gentle in comparison; a breeze trying to hold its own against a tornado.

Anna’s sneer deepens and she huffs, spinning on her heel, her dress spiraling around her in a show of pink tulle. She does not say anything as she storms away, most likely on her way to her mother’s ornate carriage. That’s another thing that is more beautiful on the inside than out. If only everyone else knew that Y/n’s step family is poorer than dirt. Estrid, Anna’s mother, hides it well under the last remains of her father’s hard earned money. Gold encrusted carriages and a large home and clothing dripping in jewels. He is gone though, Y/n’s father, and the money will soon be completely gone as well. If only people glanced a little further and saw her dress- not terribly tattered but hand sewn out of the plainest fabric- and the overwhelming lack of staff in the big home. The signs are all there, sitting in plain sight. 

That is exactly the reason Y/n is loading the carriage- a last ditch attempt for her step mother and step sister to rise back to the wealth they once enjoyed. There is to be a ball. A royal ball. Apparently it is supposed to be much grander than the solstice festivals her small village holds. She always thought those were magnificent; the dancing and the feasts. She loved attending them before her father had died. He would take her and her mother every year and they would find their seats under the stars, eating and dancing to their heart’s desire. Her chest squeezes painfully; she misses them both dearly. Now that they are gone those few days of the year are her only escape- the nights where she can pretend she is anything but a lowly servant. 

She blanches wondering how much grander the ball will be. Surely it will be more than turkey under the stars and the ribbon dances of her youth. It will be in the castle- in a ballroom bigger than her house and the neighbours combined. Bigger even. She has never been in a ballroom. Sometimes the village hall holds weddings but they are small and serve vegetable stew and play music composed of fiddles and flutes. All the things she is most familiar with. The castle will have things she does not understand. Clothes worth more than her life and the richest foods and music that is so intricate that she wonders if her ears will be able to withstand it. She has heard stories of how wonderful it is- and how magnificently out of her element she will be.

Y/n sighs, pulling her shoulders straight and hiking the bags further up her body. This is no time for dawdling- there is no time that can be wasted now. She drags herself and the bags out the door, sparing a quick glance over her shoulder at her family home. It used to be filled with warmth. The kind that comes with baking bread and knitting beside an open fire and laughter. Now the halls are bare. Almost all traces of her mother and father are gone. She wears them across her chest in her mothers old leather satchel. Along the side of the bag, little green Dahlias are sewn into the worn material. She brushes her finger over the side, taking a deep breath. Maybe the ball will be a new adventure- even if she is not to attend. She will still be visiting the capitol. 

“By Odin, what are you doing? We have to go now or we will miss the opening festivities! Move you little wench!” 

Estrid’s nasally voice sounds from behind Y/n seconds before a hand connects with her back, shoving her forward. The bags on her shoulders and arms add to the momentum from the push, the uneven weight more than enough to have her stumbling over her feet. She tries to catch her balance, rushing down the steps as though being led by the bags themselves, but it is useless. Her heel catches on the last step and she falls backwards, her back connecting with the cobblestones, her elbow piling into the stone step. White hot pain blossoms through her body, pooling like fire in her injuries. She swallows the scream in her throat. It tastes like iron on her tongue- like eating the burnt chips left in the pot after the meals are finished being served. It tastes familiar. 

A red heel stomps next to her, crunching on the cobble stone the same way her spine had. It lands inches away from her hand, narrowly missing her pinky. Y/n looks up, her features as schooled as possible, greeting Estrid with a bow of her head. Even that small action causes pain to spike through her lower back and she has to hold her breath to keep from crying out. She does not look at her step mother for more than a few seconds- she knows better than to do any such thing- but it is enough time to catch the familiar sneer. It is the same one she has passed on to Anna but more hateful. Honed. Estrid has had years to perfect her evilness, even if she does not look a day over thirty. She too is beautiful in her own dark way.

“You should be ashamed of yourself,” Elstrid spits down at Y/n, already on her way to the carriage as she passes by the crumpled girl. “It is as though you are trying to ruin your sister’s chance for happiness. You can never just be grateful, can you? It must always be about you. How pathetic.”

Y/n could laugh. She can almost feel it there in the base of her throat, bubbling with the scream and cries which are also locked away. Neither are forgotten yet- they never are. They just build and build and build like the wind that blows through her village in the spring, gaining enough speed to wipe out entire fields of crop. Now there is laughter on top as well. The cruel kind that makes her insides twist and burn. 

What a perfect way to describe how she feels; pathetic. She forces herself to her knees, followed quickly by her feet as she gathers the bags, mulling over the word. Pathetic. She hauls them onto her shoulders once again, trying her hardest to ignore the way her back and arm aches and the flood of fresh tears that rush to her eyes. She loads the bags into the back of the carriage, nodding at the driver. He looks at her with pity but remains silent as Estrid climbs into her plush seat. The word rings again, louder. Pathetic. 

Y/n tugs the satchel across her body as she climbs onto the back of the carriage, folding her cloak over her lap. Yes, indeed she feels pathetic, cast to ride to the capitol backwards with her skin exposed to the elements and her hair doomed to be a windblown mess. Pathetic does not even begin to cover everything she feels in this moment. If her step family is poorer than dirt than she must be something even worse than dirt as well. She feels so at least. 

Somehow, though, beneath it all, she also feels a touch hopeful. She is going to the capitol, after all. Her fingers scratch over the green Dahlias, thinking back to the night her mother had sewn them. 

“Little dove did you know that you are like a Dahlia?” Her mother’s voice was sweet and soft- the kind of voice that made Y/n want to lean in until she could feel the words in her soul.

“What do you mean, mama?” She was not really asking to hear the answer, rather speaking in order to hear her mother keep speaking. 

The glow from the fireplace warmed Y/n’s cheek as she leaned further. Her mother smelled of yeast and berries. She could still taste the jam on her lips, warm and sweet from desert. Strawberry pie was her mother’s specialty. The warmth combined with her full belly made her eyes close slightly, her body sagging against her mother’s legs.

“You are so strong my little dove. You are so soft and so elegant,” her mother’s hand smoothed over her cheek, her fingers as soft as silk. “But you are so powerful too, I can sense it. You are overflowing with it and kindness. So much kindness. How did I create such a magnificent little girl, hmm?”

Y/n giggles when her mother tickles under her chin lightly, pulling her hand away to continue on the pattern. Her stitches are meticulous and perfect- just like her mother. She watches as the vibrant green thread weaves below the fabric before reappearing. It happens over and over again, disappearing and reappearing like a little trick. She always loved tricks.

“Why are the flowers green, mama? I have never seen any green flowers in the meadow.”

It was true. There were pinks and blues and the most wonderful oranges. Never greens though. Only the stems were green.

“Oh my darling, you will one day. They do not grow here. They grow in the capitol by the hundreds, though. They surround the streets, growing high into the sky. They are beautiful, my little dove. Just like you are. You will see them one day, I promise you.” 

Y/n blinks away the image of her mother, letting a few of the tears drop as she does so. Nobody can see her here so it is okay now. It is times like these, in the midst of the worst and best moments of her life, when she misses her mother the most. She would do anything for one more gentle hug. One more whiff of berries and rising bread. She shifts on the stiff seat, her spine jostling against the metal frame of the cart and flaring in pain. She lets out a tiny cry, hoping it is masked by the sound of the wheels bumping over the stoney pathway. Her throat aches, squeezing at the stream of tears threatening her system. It is in this moment that she feels something foreign- something that will inevitably and unknowingly change her life as she knows it. Something that she is sure is not her own.

She feels angry.

*      *      *      *      *      *      *      *      *      *

Loki strolls over the castle grounds, his hands clasped behind his back and his shoulders straight. The sun is shining on his face, warm and soft. The air, like always, smells like pine trees and fragrant flowers. That is partly the cause of the woman next to him. She is beautiful, there is no doubt about it. From her golden hair, knotted in bands across the crown of her head, to her gown, a soft blue silk. It flows behind her as she walks, like a river carving from each step she takes. One of her dainty hands is curled around his arm. Usually he would mind the touching- contact with other people is not his thing. More so Thor’s, his untamed brother. With her, though, he swallows his pride every time. He would do most anything to keep his mother happy. 

He peers down at Frigga, his face stoic in comparison to the bright smile she wears. She still looks as young as she had when he and Thor were mere boys. Her cheeks and nose are slender, her skin unblemished by age. The only difference is that now he stands taller than her, looking down at her blonde hair instead of up at it from under her arms. He has no doubt that his mother will remain beautiful for a long time- even when her age finally catches up with her.

“You are staring, dear.” Frigga’s voice teases and his neck snaps straight, his eyes flicking back to the gardens of green around him. “You only stare when you have something on your mind. I presume I do not have to inquire to know what it is. I will anyway, though, if that is what you would like?” 

Her voice drips into a worried tone that only she can muster. It is sincere. It makes it harder for him to be angry at the small, beautiful woman. 

“You will anyway and we both know it.” He muses, reaching a hand out to brush one of the green flowers. 

The petals are impossibly soft. Dahlias. He remembers when his mother had them planted all those years ago. It was a week’s affair- the castle had smelt of earth and new flowers for days afterwards. He remembers playing in the mud with his brother. The laughter. It seems like a lifetime ago. That was when everything was simple; when he was not about to get married to a princess he would meet at a ball that he does not even wish to attend. 

Frigga sighs, pulling her son to a gentle stop. He obliges with a sigh that matches her own. “It must be done. By decree your brother and you should have been married a year ago. The royal ball is the way it has been done for many millennia. I have tried to slow tradition- to give you two as much time as possible- but there are some who watch us closely. They wait-”

He turns away from her, a scowl on his lips. “I know mother. They want us to show weakness. I understand the premise, I promise you I am not an idiot. I suppose I just do not see how a wife would make me seem less weak.”

He is a god- a powerful one at that. It is hard to believe there are many people out there able who are able to strip him of that power. It makes no sense to get married because of an outdated tradition- especially not for some sort of ruse. He is strong enough on his own; he always has been. Quiet and capable and strong. Independently so. He has never been much for teams. Besides, he doubts there will be many women attending with the hopes of meeting him. Not when his brother will be standing right by his side. The god of thunder. There are many things Loki can do- most of which are quite impressive. Tricks of the mind and the ability to create fire at will and so on. One thing he cannot do, however, is spout lightning from his fingers. He cannot compete with that level of visible godliness and thus there is no reason to attend. He is not second best and will not treat himself as such.

Frigga catches his chin, pulling him to look at her crystal eyes- the same crystal eyes which she rolls at him. “She will balance you, dear. The point is not to make you appear less weak. You are not weak. It is to make you appear happy. A happy prince means a happy king. Happy means powerful, Loki. it is power.” 

He tenses and her eyes soften. “I am happy, mother. I am happy on my own.”

She lets her hand fall to his arm, shaking her head. Her knotted hair bounces slightly. She is giggling again in the way that only mothers can- the kind of giggle that is all knowing. It makes his skin itch, his hands secured behind his back again. How is it that she always makes him feel seen even when he does not wish to be?

“Is there something you wish to say?” He grumbles to the woman, wishing he could hate the way she grins up at him with a twinkle in her eye. He cannot though, even if he tried. 

“My dear,” she hums gently, squeezing his arm, “I think perhaps you will come to revoke your words. That is all.”

Oh she is truly infuriating. There she goes again, so freely sharing her mind even when he has made it clear time and time again that he has no wish for a wife. Not only because he does not want to marry a woman he has never met but for other reasons too. The tips of his fingers turn to ice against his palms at the thought. He does not have to look down to know they are the brilliant blue that he so loathes. There is much he wishes to remain a secret beyond the confines of his household. He would rather not be married to a woman who thinks him a monster for the rest of his life. He will pass. 

He opens his mouth, ready to fire back at her annoying laughter, when suddenly he cannot speak. Not just that, though. He cannot breath, either, or stand for that matter. Soon the trickster god is on his knees, his hands digging painfully against the cobblestone path. His nails bite against the stones, his icy fingers now burning. It is nothing near the pain in his back though which flares as though he had just been kicked. Moments later his elbow erupts into pain as well, searing down the entire length of his arm. He grinds his teeth through the pain, his eyes screwed shut. 

“Loki?” Frigga’s voice holds none of the teasing it had only moments ago, only pure worry as she kneels next to her son. “Dear what happened? What is wrong? Shall I call for someone?”

His eyes snap open at that, his head shaking frantically. “No, no. I am fine. Do not call anyone.”

Even as he says it he knows that it is not true. His whole body aches as he rolls onto his feet, rising shakily. His mother’s eyes watch him closely, the blue clouded with something he does not recognize. He straightens after a moment, forcing the pain out of his mind. 

“Did you trip, dear?” Her voice this time is guarded, concealed with a falsely loose tone. 

Loki narrows his eyes. “No, I do not think so. It felt like someone pushed me. Do you know something about that mother?”

The scowl on her face is genuine this time, her golden brows creasing. “I sure hope you are not insinuating that I pushed my own son, Loki.”

He sighs again, guilt flooding his aching body. “No, mother. I am sorry-”

The end of his sentence drops into the space between them, cut off by an overwhelming feeling of agony. Not the physical kind, though. Yes, his back is screaming in pain as he stands on those dreadful cobblestones but that is not why he stops speaking. It is the wave of self loathing that hits him out of nowhere. It is hot and angry and cold and desperate all at once. 

It feels like when he was little and his brother had thrown him into the sea to teach him to swim. He had not been ready and he swallowed a mouthful of the salty water. It had been like cold lead in his lungs, weighing him to the bottom of the surf. He had been so scared, clawing towards the faint light of the surface with no luck. Everytime he got close the light seemed to shrink further back. Soon the icy lead had turned molten when he could no longer breathe, his chest constricting under the weight of the water. The fear had turned him into some sort of crazed animal until finally he had kicked his legs hard enough to break the surface and suck in a breath of air. 

It is the exact same way he feels now; panicked- like he has no clue how to get to the air again. He claws at his chest, his eyes blown wide. The world around him begins to spin. He is breathing- he knows he is, he can feel his chest heaving up and down- but he cannot taste the pine on the air anymore. He can only taste iron and salt and hatred, brash against his lips. It turns his vision red, his muscles tensing as though preparing for a fight in which he cannot identify the threat. Like the waves that pushed him under, the enemy is everywhere and nowhere. The only thing that makes it subside is his mothers hand on his cheek, warm and soft through the panic eating away at his chest.

He meets her eyes, squeezing his hands into fists at his sides. He grinds his words through his clenched teeth. “I have no idea what is happening to me.”

The small blonde swallows, her throat bobbing slightly. Her face is not the picture of shock like Loki’s is. Of course she is slightly panicked, he can see it in the way her fingers tremble as she brushes them down his shoulder. Somehow he knows that it is not the same kind of panic he feels. His all-knowing mother is stalling. It only serves to heighten the drowning feeling.

“I think I know what it is, dear.” She tests, her hands folding against her chest, clasping to hide the tremors.

Frigga’s response does little to ease the panic- if anything it makes it worse. Usually his mother is the only thing that can calm him. If he had to close his eyes and picture the person in which he feels most comfortable around- it would be her. Today though, that is to change. She seems scared. He pushes himself through the pain, biting through the iron and salt on his tongue. 

“What do you know, mother.” It is not a question- it is a demand.

She straightens as well, sucking in the air that he cannot seem to find for the life of him. It makes him jealous- angry.

“Well,” she flicks her eyes up to the sky, avoiding the next words out of her mouth. “I think you might have a soulmate, my dear.” 

[princepsluna]

fuck it tag dump bc i wanna make em pretty pt. 2  :  RELATIONS.

`  ✧ 🌙   (  the two that are one  —  celestia.  )   ` `  ✧ 🌙   (  magia academia  —  starswirl.  )   ` `  ✧ 🌙   (  father of monsters  —  grogar.  )   ` `  ✧ 🌙   (  fellow shadow —  stygian.  )   ` `  ✧ 🌙   (  equestria’s atlas  —  twilight.  )   ` `  ✧ 🌙   (  courageous honesty  —  applejack.  )   `   `  ✧ 🌙   (  soft kindness  —  fluttershy.  )   ` `  ✧ 🌙   (  joyous laughter  —  pinkie pie.  )   ` `  ✧ 🌙   (  moonbeam pie —   universalcarnival  /  pinkie pie.  )   ` `  ✧ 🌙   (   sparkling generosity  —  rarity.  )   ` `  ✧ 🌙   (   unyielding loyalty  —  rainbow dash.  )   ` `  ✧ 🌙   (  stars in their eyes && colors in the sky  —  dashiie  /  rainbow dash.  )   ` `  ✧ 🌙   (   crystalline agape  —  cadence.  )   ` `  ✧ 🌙   (   crystal tyrant  —  sombra.  )   ` `  ✧ 🌙   (   chaos incarnate  —  discord.  )   ` `  ✧ 🌙   (   love devourer  —  chrysalis.  )   ` `  ✧ 🌙   (   sparked && scarred  —  tempest.  )   ` `  ✧ 🌙   (   dearest knight  —  allnostalgic  /  tempest.  )   ` `  ✧ 🌙   (   moon moon  —  irnmaidn  /  cassandra.  )   ` `  ✧ 🌙   (   fils de la lune  —  earthcried.  )   `

[dresupi]

Set Your Tasers to Tickle

Darcyland Crack Challenge 2019 Day 1: Taser Mishaps

Ship: Darcy Lewis/Stephen Strange | Rated: T | Word Count: 2815 | Prompt: Day 1: Taser Mishaps | Other tags: Tickling, Crack, Darcy Lewis April Fool's Crack Challenge 2019, One Shot, Kissing, Teasing, Friends to Lovers, Humor, I hope |

Summary:

Stephen's made fun of Darcy's taser for the last time. Well, probably not the last time. But she made some changes so it'll be more difficult to make fun of it.

"Dr. Foster?" FRIDAY's voice was cool and crisp against the relatively warm, numbing silence in the lab. It brought Darcy out of the Spotify and daydream cycle she'd been gently rolling through.

"Hmm?" Jane asked, not fully paying attention.

"Dr. Foster?" The A.I's voice was more insistent this time.

"What?" This time, the astrophysicist was less absent, but still not fully there.

"Dr. Foster?"

"Geez, what, what?" Darcy asked.  "Why are you doing that? I know your intelligence is artificial, but you should totally just ask for me."

"Mr. Stark wanted to remind the two of you that the scheduled group dinner starts in ten minutes, Ms. Lewis, but you told me that if I ever interrupted you when you were staring unblinkingly at your computer screen again, you'd have me rewired. While I know this isn't possible, I thought it best to adhere to your rules. If for nothing other than positive future interactions between the two of us."

That's right. It's Wednesday. Wednesday nights were group dinner nights. "Oh right. The dinner. And thank you, FRIDAY, you're officially on my good list."

"I'm thrilled, Ms. Lewis. Do you have any other queries at this time?"

"Who all are attending? Stevie and Wanda?"

"Captain Rogers and Ms. Maximoff are indeed in attendance. As is Colonel Rhodes, as is Mr. Wilson. Dr. Stephen Strange is also in attendance.  And you and Dr. Foster, if you disengage from your computers and start walking in the direction of the dining hall in no less than ten minutes. Dr. Banner has recused himself to his private quarters, so he will regretfully not be joining you this evening.."

Darcy grimaced. "Strange is gonna be there?"

"Indeed. His invitation was accepted belatedly, but he is already in the dining hall as we speak."

"Did you hear that, Janey?" Darcy extended her leg and pushed on Jane's chair, jarring her from her thoughts. Not an easy thing to do, but Darcy knew all her boss's buttons and cheat codes after almost ten years.

"Hear what?"

"Dr. Strangelove is coming to dinner tonight."

Jane wrinkled her nose and reached over to save her work. "Oh, I'm sorry Darce. I know how much you don't like him."

"And neither do you! You don't like him either. Because he's my wildcard, Jane. You have to hate him because I do. No questions asked. We each get one, and I totally hate that one dude who came in here."

Jane began the process of shutting down her computers. "First of all, I feel like that shouldn't count as my wildcard because Reed Richards is a dick and everyone knows it. And secondly, I do; I hate Stephen Strange blindly. Only because I love you, Darce.  But…"

"No buts. We have to be mean girls tonight, Janey."

"I don't think he's all that bad."

"That's because in regards to you, he's some kind of magical-science man whose brain you'd like to pick, and he's actually of a mental acuity that can keep up with your science babbles.  But Bruce is all of those things too, and he's not a jerk to me, so…"

"I don't think Stephen's being a jerk, Darce. I think he's teasing you because he likes the reaction he gets from you.  If you didn't get so angry, I bet he'd leave you alone. Not that any of this is your fault, but… you see what I'm saying?"

"Look. I am thirty years old."

"You're thirty-two…" Jane muttered under her breath.

"I am THIRTY for the third year running, and I'm doing just fine with it, thank you…" Darcy replied in a scandalized tone.  "And regardless. I'm too old to have my pigtails yanked on the playground. If he enjoys my company, I require a more… finessed approach."

"Darcy. He could magic a bunch of lab equipment to float in the air, spelling out your initials and his in a heart and you still wouldn't get it through your thick skull that he liked you."

"That may be true, but I certainly cannot gauge someone's like or dislike of me if he flat out refuses common decency."

"He teases you. He's not being uncommonly indecent."

"He likes seeing me squirm," Darcy countered.

"And that's not a good trait in someone you're boning?" Jane retorted, eyebrows raised.

Darcy's mouth fell open and she made several undignified noises. If she had to call them anything, she'd call them squawks.  "I… I… I… never said anything about boning him!"

"That's the underlying current here, isn't it?" Jane asked. "You say you hate him. But there's a thin line between disdain and--"

"Do not for the love of all that is Thor-ly, say 'love'."

"Attraction," Jane finished. "If you were indifferent to him, you wouldn't care how he treated you. Look at Bruce. He has his bad days and grumbles at you and you don't bat an eye. Stephen Strange uses a tone that's borderline snarky and you throw yourself dramatically off the deep end."

"No. I. Don't."

Jane pursed her lips but didn't reply any further, which was fine. Because Darcy totally won that argument, okay? "So, are you ready for dinner and hating Stephen? Because I'm ready."

Darcy sniffed and nodded. "Might as well get this over with."

"What are we eating, anyway? Last week's options were pretty good…"

"I think Tony's doing takeout for everything…" Darcy said trailing off. "We could literally ask FRIDAY."

"Tonight's menu consists of twelve different gourmet soups," the A.I cheerfully provided.

Darcy made a face. "One of those better be cheese based or I'm skipping out…"

"Me too," Jane muttered.

The dinner itself was amazing. Surprisingly.  Or not surprisingly, since Tony usually hired chefs that made amazing food and Darcy wasn't sure why she ever questioned things anymore.

There were three cheese-based soups, so she and Jane had plenty to choose from.

The wine was nothing to sneeze at either.

It was too bad that Darcy couldn't really enjoy either because Stephen Strange was such a mind-numbingly terrible human and his very existence put a bad taste in her mouth.

A bad taste that even a bowl of creamy asparagus parmesan soup couldn't take away.

"So how's scientist-wrangling, Darcy?" His Terrible-ness asked, only about five minutes into the meal.

Seriously dude, let me live?

She took a long sip from her wine glass, realizing that any hope of his surviving the dinner was going to rest on how quickly it got refilled. "Good. Thanks." Just like Jane had advised. Short. Semisweet. Didn't expose any emotion whatsoever, Darcy was golden-- "How's being an emotionally constipated magical prick with too many layers and a personality that idles on extra?" she added at the end.

Gods-dammit, Darcy.

Stephen burst into laughter. Pretentious laughter. "I was just trying to make conversation," he said.

"No, you weren't. If you were making conversation, you wouldn't have picked on one of the things you know bothers me."

He peered over at her. "How would I know that bothers you?"

"Because, Genius. You've brought it up before. And you know damn well that's not all I do, but you oversimplify things to get a rise out of me. Next, you'll be making fun of my taser, even though I could level your ass with it."

"Hey, hey…" Tony interjected.  "Keep the foreplay out of dining room, okay?"

Darcy rolled her eyes and snatched her glass, physically turning herself so Stephen was out of her line of vision.

"You've never done it before, why start now?" Stephen muttered under his breath. Just loud enough for everyone to hear.

"That taser's gotten her out of some binds before," Steve interrupted. "She'd be dead by now with all the intelligence she's carrying if it wasn't for that thing."

Wanda agreed. "No one ever expects it."

"And she tased Thor!" Jane added.

Darcy felt her heart physically warm. Her friends were awesome, okay?

"Yes, I did," Darcy said, effectively ending the convo once and for all.

Or it would have.

If she didn't get her feelings hurt a little.

Okay, so she got her feelings hurt a lot.

And when Darcy got her feelings hurt, she usually cleaned something. But her apartment and workstation were all as tidy as they could be and Jane had murder eyes for anyone who so much as deigned to ogle the mess in her area, so Darcy was left with but one option.

Tinkering with her taser.

Probably not the best of plans, considering her lack of engineering expertise. But she'd hooked up her Roku, and she was the only one who could fix the wifi in the lab, so those skills had to account for something.

After approximately three shocks to various fingers, it was obvious that while those skills were nothing to sniff at, they didn't transfer to taser tampering.

Which was how she found herself hanging out at Tony's station and casually nudging the weapon towards him.

"Fine," he said finally, scooping it up. "What do you want me to do?"

"Add more settings," Darcy said quickly.

"What settings?"

"Doesn't matter. Just. More."

"You got it, short stack."

When her beloved taser was returned to her, it looked largely the same. Except for a dial on the side that she could spin to change settings.

There were the ominous 1, 2, and 3 settings. In addition to those, there were some others that grabbed her attention a little more.

"Double Rainbow" seemed to do just that, shooting two identical rainbow beams out the end that carried no voltage that she could discern. Probably why the setting was printed in blue font, whereas the 1, the 2, and the 3 were in red.

There was also a 'Pinkie Pie' setting in blue, as well as something Tony called "Sonic Screwdriver, which she found out was actually a type of a lock-picking setting.  She just had to stick the diodes on any lock and she could blast a door open.  Nifty.  Both were blue, so she assumed neither would hurt an actual person.

Last on the dial, though. Was something called 'Tickle'. The font was purple. And it looked hella interesting.

"'Tickle'?" Darcy asked.

Tony nodded. "Yeah, that one's a hybrid. Won't hurt the target. But it'll make 'em giggle a little."  He shrugged. "I wanted something in the middle. Before, that thing either maimed or sparkled.  Now, it also tickles. You're welcome."

Darcy took her new weapon and grinned. "Thanks!"

She would swear up, down, and under oath that it was an accident.

She was practicing on one of the dummies Bruce and Tony hadn't blown up yet. She'd tried out each of the red settings, finding the 3 was likely for Bruce's Other Guy, if he ever Hulked out in the lab and was unwilling to listen to reason. Settings 2 and 1 were pretty much the factory settings.

She tried out Pinkie Pie and Double Rainbow, happy with the results. The first one emitting showers of purple and pink sparkles in the shape of a unicorn. The latter, doing its double rainbow-thing.

Unfortunately, she couldn't even shoot the 'Sonic Screwdriver' at something that wasn't a lock, so she'd have to talk to Tony about how to test that one out.

It left one final setting to try out.

And she wasn't sure what it would do to the dummy, but she wanted to give it a shot. Pun intended.

She set it firmly on 'Tickle' and rounded on her target, shooting the diodes out and giving a yelp of surprise when they implanted firmly on Stephen Strange's shirt.

He glanced down at them for a long moment before his shoulders started shaking.

Let it be known to the world and everyone in it that Stephen Strange had the dorkiest laugh in the entire universe.  Somewhere between a cackle and a goose honk.

Darcy released the trigger, her hand coming up to cover her mouth. "Oh my Thor, I'm sorry…"

"You're shooting me now?" he gestured to the diodes. "And correct me if I'm wrong, but if this thing took down Thor, I must be even mightier than the Asgardian." He puffed his chest proudly.

Darcy audibly groaned and pulled the trigger again, resulting in Stephen laughing both uncontrollably and loudly.

She smirked. "It's the tickle setting. Tony's been working on it. I also have a setting that can take down the Hulk, care to try that one?" She mimed reaching for the dial and Stephen's hands came out as he jolted forward.

"No, don't. Don't. I give."

"Relax. I wasn't going to shoot you with that one."

He smirked. "I know that. But I still give."

"You… give?"

"Yes. I give. Uncle. Whatever I need to say. Just please don't tickle me again."

"Why?"

"I don't like my laugh," he readily admitted.

She smirked and held her finger over the trigger again. "There's something else I'd like you to say… five seconds to guess…"

For the record, she was hoping for an apology.

"Dinner?" Stephen asked, hands still extended.

"What?" Darcy frowned. "Dinner?"

"Dinner? Just you and me. No one else. I don't feel like we ever get a chance to talk when everyone's here."

Her stomach flip-flopped and she let the taser come down to her side. She walked over to him, yanking the diodes from his shirt and wound them back up. "You can go."

"Wait…" He practically stumbled forward. "That's why I'm here. To ask you to dinner."

"Pull the other one, Magic Man."

"No, I mean it.  And I take it from your utter lack of a reaction that this is a complete surprise to you?"

"Not completely. Just utterly the last thing in the entire world I expected to hear from you. I would have settled for an apology just so you know. I'm not into torturing a dude for a date."

"An apology for what?"

"For our entire acquaintanceship," she countered. "You're rude and mean and you make fun of me, and you are so good at picking out every little thing that I'm sensitive about…" Darcy shook her head. "So hate to break it to ya, but I'm gonna need a rain check on the date."

"I'm sorry," he said immediately. "I'm sorry for hurting your… pride? Your feelings? I can't tell by your tone which it was, but I am infinitely sorry."

She shrugged. "You had to do something, right? I was kind of equally horrible to you."

"I didn't mind," Stephen replied. "I enjoy a good verbal spar from time to time." He took a step closer. "You said you'd need a rain check for the date?"

"Did I? I thought I refused you outright and bade you to never darken my doorway again…" she teased.

He shook his head, and she shifted her weight expectantly. "How long's the rain check good for?" He asked, freezing in place.

She shrugged. "No expiration, I guess."

"That's… that's good to hear. So you wouldn't be opposed?"

"I know," she said, laughing a little. "Color me surprised."

He took another step closer. "I really am sorry. I thought we were engaging in verbal combat, but with a slightly flirtatious flair."

"I don't flirt with the guys who pull my hair to show they like me," she replied.

He smiled a little. Crookedly, and in a way that made her want to blush and look away.

"You weren't not flirting," he countered.

"No. But I wasn't flirting either. You'd know if I was."

"What does that look like? For those of us who are helplessly dense in this subject?"

She rolled her eyes. "You, Stephen. Are hopelessly dense about a lot of things. But not about this. If I like you. I'll tell you."

"Do you like me?"

"You're growing on me," she replied, smiling a little as he moved closer still. She wasn't moving closer, but she wasn't moving away either. He could come all the way across the floor if he was serious.

"Like a skin tag?"

She smirked. "No, genius."

He chuckled, closing the gap between them and standing so close that she could smell his aftershave. "See, I'm really bad at this."

She reached up to grab at what passed for lapels on that ridiculous ensemble he was wearing. She tugged him forward and turned at the last second, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "You really aren't.  Call me later about the date, okay?"

She took a step back and took her taser with her.

"How late is later? Can I call you in five minutes?"

"Use your best judgment!" she called, retreating to her area of the lab with a smug smile on her face. She slid into her chair with a tiny bounce.

"Seemed pretty 'finessed' if you ask me," Jane said, keeping her voice low as she clicked around on her computer.

"Shut it, Foster."

[hatredandfear]

Tag dump .02 - Characters

♔; || long live the king! (king sombra)

♔; || princess lovebrat (princess cadance)

♔; || consort of love (shining armor)

♔; || mother dearest (princess amore)

♔; || lovebrat’s spawn (flurry heart)

♔; || mastermind prodigy (cozy glow)

♔; || father of all monsters (grogar)

♔; || parasitic queen (queen chrysalis)

♔; || devourer of magic (lord tirek)

♔; || spirit of chaos (discord)

♔; || dream walker (princess luna)

♔; || ray of sunshine (princess celestia)

♔; || friendship & magic (twilight sparkle)

♔; || element of honesty (applejack)

♔; || element of kindness (fluttershy)

♔; || element of loyalty (rainbow dash)

♔; || element of generosity (rarity)

♔; || element of laughter (pinkie pie)

♔; || beloved queen consort (opalescent pearl)

♔; || scorching empress (daybreaker)

♔; || beautiful nightmares (nightmare moon)

♔; || commander of storms (tempest shadow)

♔; || foolish & naive prince (topaz)

♔; || empire’s ray of hope (radiant hope)

[dream-a-little-bigger-x]

A Kiss From Oma Toert - Calum Hood | Foreigner!Reader series

A/N: The third one in the Foreigner! series. This time not requested. I am brought up with a general Dutch dialect sort of thing, but my mom and grandparents speak Brussels and Leuven accents, my dad is from Malines. If you got no clue what I’m talking about, please look it up or come visit our country! ;) 

Pairing: Calum Hood x Belgian!Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 959

Summary: Y/N is a Belgian YouTuber and when her viewers find out she’s dating the world’s beloved bass player Calum Hood, they tell her to teach him some Dutch words on her channel. 

“Okay,” you mumbled as you sat down on your bed next to Calum. You had just set up your lights and camera and had pressed record to start filming whatever this was you were doing. You had no clue what to call this video, but that was something to figure out when you were done editing.  “Are we good?” Calum asked as he put his phone on silent and threw it behind him on the bed. You fixed your hair a little in the view finder before nodding.  “Yes, we are,” you took a deep breath and put a big smile on your face, pumping yourself up for this video, “Hey, everybody! And welcome back to my channel!” you practically shouted. Your YouTuber-voice was always ten times as loud as your normal voice. “Today, I’ve got something all of you have been begging me to do for a while now. And no, it’s not the Boyfriend tag, although we really should do that, actually. But I’m going to teach my boyfriend -- this one over here,” you explained, pointing to said boyfriend next to you, who gave the camera a weird smile with a couple of extra chins, “some Dutch or Flemish words as I am Belgian and my mother tongue is Dutch,” you explained with a smile before grabbing your phone to open your notes.  “What do I win when I’ve got all of them correct?” he asked you with a smile.  “A kiss from oma, probably,” you told him, chuckling.  “Yes! Just what I wanted!” he cheered, making you throw your head back, laughing. Once I composed myself again, I continued my explanation.  “I’ll be teaching him some words in some of the Flemish dialects. There are a fair few, but I’ve grown up between Leuven and Malines, my grandparents lived in Brussels for most of their life. So my parents brought me up with like an in-between-kinda language. However, I will teach you some words in those three dialects and some standard Dutch words,” you told him with a smile and he nodded. “Are you ready?” you then asked him.  “Yes, very!” he exclaimed, clapping his hands once, then rubbing them together as if he’s compelling a genius plot.  “The first one is my favorite as my gran always used to bring this over when she came to visit,” you explained, “Toert,” you then said in the best Brussels dialect you could.  “Toert?” he repeated and started thinking about it.  “In general Dutch, it’s called taart,” you helped him a little.  “And your gran always brings it with her? Oma or bomma?” he questioned, wanting to know which grandma I meant.  “Oma. We gave her the nickname Oma Toert or Oma Taart at some point,” you explained to him, looking at him as he thought about it. He looked extremely dishy today with just a pair of sweatpants on and a shirt. But he somehow looked twice as attractive as he did on a regular day.  “Is it like pie? Your oma always brings apple pie with her when she comes to visit,” he asked, remembering correctly. You nodded your head excitedly, clapping your hands a little.  “Yep! Toert or taart means pie,” you repeated with a smile.  “Yes! I knew that! Thanks, Oma!” he said to the camera with a grin. Oma was your mom’s mom and she did always bring a pie whenever they visited. Oma loved Calum so much, they really did get along even though Oma’s English wasn’t the greatest.  “Next word is an easy one,” you said with a smile, “Schat or schatteke,” he looked at you for a moment as he thought about it.   “Like, babe or baby? Your dad calls your mom schatteke,” he said, pronouncing the word very cutely. You smiled a little as you tried to hide the fact that you were melting right then and there of how adorable this boy of yours is.  “Yes! Schatteke means babe, it’s a Dutch nickname you mostly call your significant other. I sometimes use it sarcastically when someone says something stupid,” you explained, “Now for a more useful word my dad suggested: e pinke!” you nearly shouted, throwing your pinky finger up in the air.  “Shit, got no clue!” he chuckled a little at how ridiculous you looked.  “It’s how we order beer at a party; we say ‘e pinke!’ while showing our pinky finger in case they didn’t hear us,” you explained to him. That is how people really did that in Belgium, and it must look really weird if you’re not from Belgium.  “Oh, yeah! That’s cool! E pinke!” he shouted with his pinky finger in the air before his laughter filled up the room.  The two of you kept doing this, you gave him words and even some sentences until you were out of words and had enough content for an entire episode of Stranger Things.  “Right, that was it for this video, guys! Don’t forget to like and subscribe and tell me in the comments below how well you think Calum did on this test. Also, tell me what you want to see us do next on here!” you concluded your video, then looked at Calum, “Got anything to add, Cal?” you asked him.  “Yes, as the Belgians say; grab e pinke and a toert, and tot de volgende, schatteke!” he said in half-Dutch, half-English, pronouncing the Dutch words adorably. You laughed a little at him.  “Exactly! Goodbye!” you waved at the camera before getting up and turning it off.  “Do you think I earned that kiss from Oma Toert now?” he asked you with a grin.  “Definitly, and one from your schatteke too!” you smiled and leaned down to kiss him on the lips. 

[alicornae]

TAG DUMP II : RELATIONS

`  ♡ ☀️  (  i can see a rainbow  /  in your tears as they fall on down  —  luna.  )   ` `  ♡ ☀️  (  remembered forever   —  starswirl.  )   ` `  ♡ ☀️  (  king && father of monsters  —  grogar.  )   ` `  ♡ ☀️  (  of sea && skies  —  queen novo.  )   ` `  ♡ ☀️  (  to guide us to lead us  /  element of magic  —  twilight.  )   ` `  ♡ ☀️  (  working from dusk til’ dawn  /  element of honesty  —  applejack.  )   ` `  ♡ ☀️  (  the quiet one is still searching  /  element of kindness  —  fluttershy.  )   ` `  ♡ ☀️  (  knows the best ways to have fun  /  element of laughter  —  pinkie pie.  )   ` `  ♡ ☀️  (  finds the beauty in everyone  /  element of generosity  —  rarity.  )   ` `  ♡ ☀️  (  takes the skies to heart  /  element of loyalty  —  rainbow dash.  )   ` `  ♡ ☀️  (  warriors of equestria  —  mane six.  )   `   `  ♡ ☀️  (  caught in the cycle of rebirth  /  emergence of flames  —  philomena.  )   `   `  ♡ ☀️  (  let me try again && again  /  crystal princess  —  cadence.  )   ` `  ♡ ☀️  (  emergence of tyranny && hate  —  sombra.  )   ` `  ♡ ☀️  (  in another time we would be one  /  chaos theory  —  discord.  )   ` `  ♡ ☀️  (  love devourer && wedding crasher  —  chrysalis.  )   ` 

`  ♡ ☀️  (  wronged by friendship && healed by it  —  tempest.  )   ` `  ♡ ☀️  (  seeking the sun no matter where it goes  —  irnmaidn  /  cassandra.  )   `  

[universalcarnival]

@twxlightbeforedawn ​ wanted a ponk

------ “ TWIIIIILIIIIGHT!!! I just remembered something IMPORTANT and I don’t know what to do!! ”