#no escape from the rainbow factory

[intherainbowfactory]

Most recent writing (thing-ish):

Pile 1: For Your Eyes Only

(This is a pile for things that I'm not averse to people seeing.)

A Day Off With Fluttershy [file under MLP, fluff]: | 1 | 2 |

I, Spy (ao3 link)

Starry Knight [file under MLP, semi-graphic depiction of violence, death... isekai. lol]: Death

CAR [file under MLP, nosleep]

Soldier TF2 and Medic TF2 in... Roughing It! [file under TF2, dnadispenser contest, implied death]: The First Part

School Projects [file under wild_card]: A Poison Tree

Minty Python's House of Horsefeathers (fimfiction link)

Pony Rituals [file under MLP, uhhhh idk fluff?]: The Whole Dang Doc

Rainbow Factory (same as below): Showing Off

Miscellaneous: Winter's Stare

Pile 2: Destroy Before Reading

(These are only here for posterity and archive purposes and so I can keep track of them. Highly recommend you do not read.)

Prototype [file under MLP, death, injury, dessication, body horror, etc.]: What Did I, How To Learn, After The Talk, The End For Him At Least, How To Learn & How To Know

Rainbow Factory [file under MLP, Rainbow Factory]: Exposé, Experimentation, Introductions, What are you..., Some kind of uh...

The Amazing Hero's Journey of Vinyl Scratch [file under MLP, bad idea and bad execution that doesn't even fit the original bad idea I had]: The Calm

Something Something Bon Bon = Changeling [file under MLP]: Doing Something Nice For Lyra, Sweet Dreams, Sweetie Drop, Fear is Power, Ponies are Cute!, They would know / Now they'll all know

Miscellaneous [file under haha yeah the contents of these posts are not indicative of the author's mental state. also, they're not well written (c'est la vie), cringe]: I'm sorry They won't Live to See - the Promise of Eternity, Some more lies I want to get out of me

[shaesinflames]

🌥️ Rainbow Factory Infection AU🌥️

Hello everypony!! Ive been loving the infection stuff and wanted to jump onto the trend myself with an AU that came to me very suddenly. I'm gonna try and get all my thoughts out here:

☁️ Scootaloo fails her flying assessment by getting disqualified for checking on her injured friend who had crashed during their turn. The two of them get taken to the Rainbow Factory as a punishment for their failure, and quickly realize the deadly situation they're in.

🌈 There are few dozen pegasi there already. All of their wings have been torn off of them, their cutiemarks are branded over, and chains are fastened around either their legs or neck. They all seem so... dull. As if the color has been stolen from them.

☁️ Rainbow Dash enters to examine the new sacrifices, and is mortified when she sees Scootaloo. She had trained her every day to prevent this from happening; she never wanted the pony she thought of as a little sister to end up here. Dash had to quickly decide if she was more loyal to her career, or to her friends.

🌈 She chooses Scootaloo. This does not go over well. Whether you enter the Rainbow Factory as a prisoner or an employee, you were not allowed to leave until you died. Rainbow Dash grabs Scootaloo and attempts to flee with her.

☁️ A chase ensues. She realizes that even if they do escape, they wouldn't be free. They would be hunted for as long as the factory existed. The answer suddenly seems obvious. Dash veers away from the exit and heads deeper into the building, straight for the core.

🌈 Because of her high status in the company (and a lot of kicking), Rainbow Dash gets into the restricted access room and corrupts the core, sparking a reactor meltdown. Her and Scootaloo manage to escape seconds before the core collapses, and the Rainbow Factory is lost to the rainbows it created.

☁️ Not long after, ponies begin to emerge from the ruins. Well, they seem to still be ponies. Mostly ponies. The Inital Victims. The pegasi who had been deemed useless and dispensable in one way or another, and had been put through torture for weeks or months in order to drain them of their very magic and soul.

🌈 The Victims seem to have a symbiotic relationship with the Rainbow Infection in their body. They live just out of reach of death; gaunt and hollow, yet somehow surviving. Blind, weak, and terrified, they seem to believe they're still trapped in the factory, and will viciously maul any living being they sense with a newfound strength. So far, they don't seem to be curable, or killable.

☁️ The Infected pegasi have a much more unpleasant experience. Every waking moment is nothing but agony as the infection consumes their magic and feast on their vessel, reducing them to nothing more than another fluffy white cloud looming in the sky.

🌈 The Infected aren't hostile, and seem to still be lucid up until their death. However, they are incredibly contagious, and the final stage of the infection seems to be designed specifically to further the disease.

☁️ Unicorns and Earth ponies are completely immune to the Rainbow Infection. Alicorns are not. The princess's have been barricaded in Celestia's castle to protect them all.

🌈 Without any pegasi to moderate the weather, it has become increasingly unpredictable and harsh, making typical farm work almost impossible. The Survivors are getting low on rations, and they're getting desperate and hungry.

I think thats about it. Idk at the time of writing this its 3am lol.

[rainbow-neko-artblog]

Hello rainbow neko!! Big fan of your poppy playtime comic au.

I have a feeling we will learn a lot about angel during chapter three. I am really curious like are they half human half mannequin do to the white body parts during your art showing angel during chapter 1 and three.

I am guessing during the red smoke even in chapter three we will get to see angel backstory and what specifically happened to them and how they escaped.

TRIGGER WARNING: Body Dysphoria and Heavily implied Surgical Procedures.

Awnsers for several questions! Little more clear insight into just how fucked up Angel's mental health is- and how they will throw their problems away for the excitement of new companions.

In terms of food? The toys left very full vending machines around- food is a non-issue....if they can keep it down long enough to get anything from it. The dead toys do effect them heavily. It's sort of like...looking in a mirror of what could have happened to himself.

Angel is aware of what his toy was supposed to look like...it hit the shelves while he was outside of playtime co's factory.....He chooses to play dumb in the filler comic so he doesn't worry the toy he's currently holding- trying to make it into a joke and failing- but ya know.....not outright saying what's wrong with him.

As you can see- stuff i don't show in the comics is relatively the same. Angel still saw Kissy back in Chapter 2, but she left and he didn't catch up to her before she disappeared. Also i showed the nightmare because Catnap DOES consider Angel's Cross and prayers to be blasphemy- and he takes it out on them in the form of more tailored nightmares to freak them out a lot more.

[kingzombear]

zombear can we have more infected (or non) ponies from you

Embarrassed to say even tho I promised I'd do a follow-up to my og MLP Infection AU I was like

"What If My Old Cringe Pony Ocs Were A Zombie Survival Team"

Sooo oops this is all I've got rn lol

Prism Leech is an escaped doctor from the Rainbow Factory - the origin point of the outbreak in this AU. (Rainbow Dash isn't affiliated with the Factory in this one, don't worry)

The Spectra Mutagen was originally synthesized in an attempt by the Factory's medical team to maximize harvested Spectra (the raw pigment in ponies) due to a steady decline in Flight School failures over the years.

This mutagen instead, upon infection, overloads the body with Spectra. This induces fever, hallucinations, madness, then finally death and reanimation.

Infected of most stages are easily spotted by the bright over-saturation of their coats, manes, and eyes; along with rainbow blood and bile.

Prism's the team leader and healer, although her bedside manner sucks, as she's thoroughly desensitized to tragedy and gore - a result of her Factory upbringing.

She escaped during a riot by infected prisoner test subjects and plucked her own feathers to ensure she could never return to the sky.

[lumi077]

Hi there! I absolutely love your fanfic on jealous rainbow factory Wally, and was wondering if you could make another fanfic of him with the reader? It could be anything (please no angst I’m a sensitive gal). Have a great day!

Hello there lovely! This took forever and I am so sorry for that <3 I've just been quite the busy bee lately. So here's your man, I hope you enjoy.

Late Nights into Early Mornings: Warnings: None, just some nice fluff with trauma magnet RF!Wally

Darkness flitted into the room, the lamp on your nightstand could only do so much to fight off the tendrils of darkness from the room, and your eyes flickered to the clock next to the lamp. It was very late, later than he said it would be when he finished up. 3 am. You have to give him credit, if it weren’t for you seeking out his warmth in your sleep you would have never known, but now that you do you can’t simply leave things be. No, you're his wife and so the duty of dragging him to bed is yours.

A groan escaped your lips and you heaved yourself up from the lying position, one hand going to rub the sleep out of your eyes. Lifting the blankets that provided mouth watering warmth and comfort, your feet made contact with the floor. Which was freezing, making you shiver at the intense temperature difference. You could almost curse him for not being truthful tonight, you were exhausted and now here you were at 3 in the morning trekking to retrieve your husband. 

Your soft padding footsteps echoed throughout the hallway, your arms tucked to your chest to contain some of the heat from your bed. It was dark, the white glow of the moon shining through the large windows was your only source of light. Another thing you would have to scold him about, but not tonight. Or rather this morning, way later in the morning maybe. 

Eventually your sleep muddled brain reawakened itself to see that you were finally at his office door, lights shined through the crack between the door and its frame and you felt yourself deadpan. You could also hear the shuffling of papers and his breathing, and you sighed.

Not bothering to knock at this point, you shouldered the door open and looked at the culprit of this light night escapade. “Walden.” You sighed, voice thick with sleep and brilliant eyes muddled. 

The 6,11 man you called your husband jumped like a startled cat, wide eyes looking at your half lidded one with well hidden sheepishness “My love.” His own voice was affected by sleep as well, or the lack of it. 

“What do you think you're doing?” Your deadpan made itself well known as you started in open disapprovement. “You said you would wrap all this up 4 hours ago for god's sake.” Your hand reached up to lightly pinch at your nose bridge in exasperation.

Silence was all that answered you, he knew that nothing he could say would excuse this at all. 

“Mm.” you hummed, hand falling away and resting at your side. “Well, let’s go then.”

He nodded and stood from his chair, the grating sound of the chair dragging on the floor made you wince. But you held out your hand, and soon the warmth of his skin slid against your own as he gripped your hand in his vice grip. 

“I’m sorry.” He eventually stated as you two walked the halls to go back to your shared room. Your eyes flickered to look at him in your peripheral and you repressed a sigh. “It’s…alright.” You mumbled, leaning on his arm as you two walked side by side and hand in hand. “You can’t keep doing this though. You’ll crash sooner rather than later.” 

He knew you were right, I mean c’mon you are barely ever wrong when it comes to his limits. You knew him so well, it was a surprise you didn’t scold him like a child. “I know…” he trailed off, bringing your intertwined hands to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles.

It made you giggle, free hand going to cover your mouth as you smiled “I know you know, but you never listen. You’re too stubborn for your own good.”  

He conceded to that, nodding “You know me so well, my love.” He hummed in his baritone voice, opening the door for you before entering himself and closing it with a click.

“Ooh Mr. Darling, what am I too do with you.” You giggled and shook your head, teasing.

“I don’t know Mr./Mrs. Darling, what are you going to do with me?” He tilted his head, long blue hair cascading down his shoulders as he took off his lab coat and threw his shirt over his head. 

You sat down on the bed, snuggling back into your pillows as your husband got ready for bed. Shortly after he joined you, arms snaking around your waist and pulling you into his chest. His warmth spread over you like the softess blanket and sighed happily.

“This is much better.” You muttered, head going to rest on his chest and arms wrapping around his neck.

He hummed lowly in agreement, one clawed hand going to massage your scalp and play with your hair, his robotic hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. 

“And you tried to skip out on this.” You pressed a soft kiss to his chest, right above where his heart was hammering away. 

He purred quietly, a soothing sound that lulled you even closer to sleep.

“Just go to sleep, my darling.” He mumbled in your ear before giving it a small kiss. “You can scold me in the morning, way later in the morning.”

You giggled, eyes drooping and voice nothing but a whisper. “Ok…”

Being in the arms of the man who stole your heart worked wonders on allowing you to sleep again.

[random-things-of-mine]

𝘊𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

Rainbow Factory Wally x GN Reader

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"Don't touch any of the machines, there are camera's everywhere. If you still do I will know about it."

Rainbow stated, already regretting to give his alternative versions a tour in his factory.

"And stop bothering my personal assistant, I need them to focus on their job."

Y/n turned to face him, trying to give him reassuring look.

"They aren't that distracting, I can multi task just just fine.”

"You don't look half bad in that labcoat, better than your boss over there." Opposite mumbled.

"Oh thank you-" Y/n heard him and tried be polite.

"I wasn't complimenting you, geez no need to smile."

"Hmm sure."

His face was slightly flushed as he acted all defensively while they just calmly stared at him.

"I think you would look even better without it~" Lovesick joined the conversation, the tone in his voice was very flirty.

"To bad, the labcoats are mandatory." Y/n laughed, seeing no harm in comment.

They where about to say something else but another one of the bunch was already trying to get their attention.

"Get your grabby hands away from that-"

"You are no fun!"

Rainbow was restraining Opposite from mixing different vials with colors together. Wasting the substances as he had no clue on how the techniques they normally used here.

"My sincere apologies but it seems like three members of our group have disappeared...." Royal said apologetically.

Mob had sneaked away to rob the factory cafeteria snacks. His presence intimidating the poor staff.

Actor went out of his way to give out authographs of himself. Also trying to demand- convince everyone to watch his show.

Original had accidentally gotten separated from the group and gotten lost. He was crying somewhere in random hallway.

"We have a sick patiënt here, we might need to head to the infirmary." Priest added, as he pointed at Lovesick who had black substance leaking from his mouth and eyes, leaving stains everywhere.

So all in all things wheren't going that smoothly.

Rainbow looked like he was about to snap, Y/n took his hand leading him away to empty room.

"I shall ban all of them permanently from setting foot again on my property."

"Boss, you are clearly stressed out, let me handle this."

He looked at them, the cold look in his eyes became a bit softer, a bit more caring.

"No, you shouldn't concern yourself with them. Those idiots are my responsibility, not yours."

"But I want to help you, now sit and relax. Imma bring those puppets in line."

He felt his lips slighty curl up into a amused smile.

He had seen them tackle down escaping test subjects and using the grinder to drain color from bodies. Now he thought about it, this might actually be to easy for them.

"You get twenty minutes to get them all in my office."

"I’ll do it in fifteen if you take me out on to a nice restaurant of my choice and you'll be paying for everything."

Rainbow knew they would purposely pick a really fancy and pricy place to drain his funds. He stared at his watch, contemplating. Y/n waited for his anwser, looking at him challenging him to agree or they would call him a scared chicken to his face.

"You get ten minutes, or else we are splitting the costs."

"Deal!"

"Ah free food~ Nothing I love more in this world." Y/n smiled, letting out a exaggerated sigh.

"I can't believe they charge such a ridiculous amount of money for a simple salad." Rainbow grumpily remarked as he stared at the menu card.

The assistant stared at their boss, happy he took the time to dress up for the occasion, it almost felt like a date.

"If you wanted to hold my hand you could've just asked." They giggled, feigning innocence as his prosthetic was placed on top of their hand (having moved it themselves as he wasn't paying attention).

"I don't recall leaving my hand in that position... someone is in a cheeky mood I see." He said, now putting pressure onto the weight of his arm, trapping their hand under his one.

"Hey! I still need that arm to eat."

"That's to bad, afterall I just wanted to hold your hand so badly." He said mockingly.

Y/n tried to get free but their attempts where in vain, now they couldn't properly eat as they had terrible coordination skills with their other hand.

Rainbow smiled maliciously as he held up a spoonfull of food for them. He used his own free hand to hold it out for them to eat from.

"You seem to be struggling, let me help you."

"I don't want to be spoonfed, I'm not a kid (you wheren't Ophelia 🥰) !"

"Should've thought about that earlier, I don't intend on letting go of your arm now. So accept my offer here or starve."

"Can you at least give me something tasty, I don't want your salad. Unlike you I'm not on a diet."

Rainbow shoved the spoonful of his healthy nutritious meal into Y/n's mouth, deaf to their protests and complaints.

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[ckret2]

Okay, so - Cowboy Tie-dye Goth Bill. Fancy-Ass cowboy gear, perfectly seasoned black hats and boots with gold studs stolen from name brand luxury leathercrafters. Battle jacket with triangles sewn in in fucking gold wire, tie-die silk patches on the vents and elbows. Shirt with colors not seen since the seventies that will make your eyes bleed to look at, eyes hand-painted on then bleech-and-dyed over so they're staring at you from beyond the veil. Paisley leggings. Am I envisioning this right?

(for the recent arrivals, this is referring to this post.)

i was picturing black suede/leather jackets/pants with fringe, over tie-dye t-shirts.

Like a leather goth has been slit open throat to groin and a bunch of rainbow guts spilled out. "Escaping explosion at a paint factory" look.

... but then throw in a bunch of ostentatious gold eye of providence jewelry, and rave-approproriate homemade jewelry.

So uhhh kind of like thisss.

So, cowboy tie-dye goth raver old man.

Black cowboy hat and boots completely optional, I think he'd go "haha this is cool" and pick up a cowboy hat for the novelty if one were in front of him but on a day-to-day basis 95% of the time he'd keep wearing his top hat and dress shoes. If anyone tries to tell him that the top hat makes his outfit completely absurd on top of what was already a pretty absurd outfit, he will tell them that they, personally, are why the world needs Weirdmageddon.

Fringe jacket conversion into a battle vest isn't out of the question—ask him "do you want pyramid studs" and he'll say "yes" before hearing the last word—but compared to the usual black white & red skulls-and-heavy-metal decorations, Bill's would be the Party Cannon of battle vests.

(And if you don't understand that reference, please, I beg you, google deathfest party cannon.)

Mabel starts stringing kandi beads onto the fringe and Bill considers it an improvement.

To be clear, this is like, final evolution Bill Embraces Human Fashion. You will probably never see him like this. He has to achieve ✨⚠️Peak Bill⚠️✨ Fashion and become comfortable with that before he can even THINK of beginning to embrace Not Bill Fashion.

[frostythievery]

I'm not immune to pony propaganda! The return of mlp horror has brought back my mlp phase, only I don't think it's a phase anymore. I've watched it before, but I could never get past season 1 lul

Naturally, my take on the infection begins with a miscommunication inside the gruesome Rainbow Factory. RF and Cupcakes are canon to this AU of mine, though they diverge from the stories. Scootaloo hasn't taken the flight test yet, and Pinkie pulled a different Pony's number.

Dash tries to keep this upset under wraps at first but it somehow got out in Cloudsdale. It mutates, going from the Pegasi, and starts to infect Unicorns and Earthponies.

I'm slowly working on 6 Special Infected, based after the Mane Six! I have three done so far, but I'll wait to post them when I finish the rest.

This whole au is also heavily inspired by Left 4 Dead!

Rainbow Dash facts: She was holed up in the factory for a while, attempting to direct her efforts into hiding the virus to keep the perfect image of the Pegasi. However, it gets out regardless and infects the employees and civilians of Cloudsdale. She takes her work to Twilight, who has her own suspicions on Dash and the origins of this disease.

She had to cut some of her tail to escape the Factory from those infected.

Rainbow Dash's Main Items:

Cattle Prod, meant for the Flight Test Failures. It can hook to the loop on her flank. It still triggers the muscles inside those infected.

Secret Files. She was lucky enough to grab them before they got ruined. Typically something only for her eyes, but she has no other choice but to head to Twilight for added help.

Pigment Samples, infused with the infection. The glass vials are strong, and won't break easily.

CONTENT WARNING UNDER THE CUT:

Bite Marks

Gore

Horror & Blood

Eating Disorder Mentioned

Here's the infection sheet for the Horde aspects!

[randomdoodless]

Doodles' list of ocs

UTAU Velvet- cat skeleton monster. she/her. bi? Silver- Sans. outerswap au thats just a little quirky. joined star sanses for a short while after au was destroyed by error Bane- parasite. no real name. lab experiment. feeds off monster magic. goes batshit crazy if tastes human blood. he/them positive parasite- parasite. no real name, but goes by whatever you want. feeds off positive feelings. lab experiment. any pronouns Aerglo (air-glow)- wolf skeleton monster. they/them. had a horrible childhood Razzmatazz- Sans. felllust sans. adoptive uncle of Aerglo. depressed Delusion- Error/Lust ship child. taken by the bad sanses. he/it. Razer- Killer/Dust kid. had a not so good childhood, his parents hate each other. Hunter- Silver and Razers kid. he/them. lives in a cottage on the outskirts of the bad sanses territory. he and Razer help bad sans prisoners escape Hellbone- Sans. Fell variant. son of Grillby and Gaster. lives in an au open to visitors, works the bar. Supernova- Papyrus. Silvers brother. (dead) Winter- Aerglos brother. Autum- Aerglos brother. Summer- Aerglos mother. "dripping ink" (no official name)- im.. not actually sure what i was doing with this one. he was like ink but instead of using vials of fake emotions he ate the emotions of others Pixel- Error sans. my take on a 'swap'. he is quite literally a swap sans who had the error treatment Tint- Pixels ink counterpart. he doesnt take his vials very often.

TSS Cobalt- blue steve scientist, studies biology. had a past run in with nightmare steve in the early days Corruption- parasite. Elementals rival. causes chaos throughout dimensions, 'corrupting' steves to do his 'bidding' (he's really bad at being a villain). is actually a cat from a dead universe and is slowly dying, possessing steves to simply stay alive Doodles- me but a *purple steve. has one red eye. he/them/it Mani(pulation steve)- more of a concept. similar to The Rainbow Tree in that there can only be one in any dimension at a time. tends to make people like him for personal goals. Bonfire(aka bonbon)- Elemental kid. made from Elementals remaining energy. he/her Cirrus- Elemental kid. made from Elementals remaining energy. he/them Documentary- yellow steve. has a power to travel to the internet, its a fairly weak connection and he needs extra help to properly harness it. (uploads steve documentaries when he can) Paranoid- green steve. wears red leather boots. was friends (maybe more) with a red steve dioxazine- a shade of purple steve. from a dimension where steves are each a shade of any colour (sage green, dandelion yellow, carnation red, etc etc)

RQ Random (orange steve)- me but an orange steve. he/them/it. lives after the events of rainbow quest. friends with a red steve. suffers from his randomness most days

OTHER Sugar(new name is a wip)- transmasc furry fox. is a prince Pinky- old warrior cats oc Blu- old warrior cats oc (Pinkys sister) AppleJuice- mlp joke oc unnamed mlp oc- blood red hair and golden coat. pegasus. for some reason ran the rainbow factory and was a cannibal who could also use magic with her wings????? Archive- any pronouns, any time he enters a rp his vocabulary gets reset, he can only use words he's heard from someone else

[criscthulhuxd]

The CMC from my MLP/Rainbow Factory AU

Scootaloo ends up surviving the end of Rainbow Factory and Rainbow Dash puts her to work at the factory as a sort of punishment for failing her flight test.

Here is a brief description of each of them.

Scootaloo:

Scootaloo failed her flight test because she couldn't fly normally. She and other ponies were taken to the Rainbow Factory. The same chase happens as in the original fanfic, but in the end, RD "spares" Scootaloo by putting her to work in the factory, but she can't leave the factory as a form of punishment. At that time, she was about 12 years old and stayed in the factory for about 3 years. During that time, she was considered missing. Eventually, she was rescued and spent 1 year in a psychiatric hospital until she was released so she could return home.

Her cutie mark refers to the Rainbow Factory's "logo", but it is also linked to the way she escaped from the RD on the day she was sent there, fast as lightning.

AppleBloom:

She and Sweetie Belle were very worried during the period when Scoots was missing and they always remembered their friend fondly. During this period, they both got their cutie marks in different ways. In AppleBloom's case, it was thanks to the classes she had with Zecora. Zecora taught AppleBloom how to create potions and how to use them as medicine, which is why AppleBloom works as a nurse at the Ponyville hospital. By the way, she is currently dating Diamond Tiara, because during the period when Scoots was missing, Diamond became very close to them, literally having her redemption during this period. The two have a very cute relationship, although Diamond Tiara's mother is a bit against it because of AppleBloom's family origins.

Sweetie Belle:

Sweetie Belle, like AppleBloom, got her cutie mark while Scootaloo was missing. Singing and composing songs was her way of dealing with her friend's disappearance. She currently teaches music at Ponyville High School and helps Rarity with the sound effects during her sister's fashion shows. Sweetie is the kind of artist who is best known only in Ponyville. The girl is literally an indie artist. LMAO. When Scoots returns home, she decides to throw a welcome party with AppleBloom, Diamond Tiara, and Scootaloo's aunts. The Mane Six (minus RD, of course) also show up to support Scootaloo.

[dulldoll-0]

Q in TikTok by TONY or Ray:

Also, another question. what would of happened if Isabella told Walden about weather right after she found her?

Ans:

An exciting one to answer!

Mkay, so— Isabella was 34 years old when she found Weather, which would make Walden, 32, — POSSIBLY way before he met Ophelia and married Julianne.

I feel as though the scenario would be play out with Isabella exiting from the elevators that lead underground to the abandoned labs where Weather found, staring blankly at both Mottheaus and Walden, staring back at her with rainbow blood all over herself and a small baby in her hands.

Weather would be placed in one of those small pod things where they place newborns in, which the factory probably has for baby animals used as experiments when they grow.— Anyway!— Isabella would do some explaining to Walden in his office with some papers and documents of the secret scientists, papers that contained the process and data of how Weather was made, along with the possibility and certainty that she wasn’t the first one to be created.

I feel as though Walden would get attached to Weather very easily, — often going to Isabella and Mottheaus’ dorm to “check” on her, eventually feeling as though she was his daughter ( I mean, she is, biologically) ( Bro sounds like a third-wheel though, coming to their dorm unannounced 💀 ).

Sometimes he’d bring his assistant along.

I feel as though Motthy, Isabella, Assistant, Walden, and Julianne would somehow end up being in a poly relationship???

I mean, Motthaeus and Isabella were already in a relationship, and Isabella did have a crush on Julianne and have little flirty banters with her every now and then, but I feel as though Isabella would also start to have a small crush on Walden for being an okay father to Weather, — considering Walden isn’t crazy here, . . . . ( Even though he has broken one of Isabella’s leg years ago before this when Isabella was still new to the factory ) 💀💀💀

Mottheaus and Isabella are in a relationship, but has a small crush on both Julieanne and Walden, but Motthy doesn’t.

Julianne has a small crush Isabella, and with Walden after he found Ophelia and they both decided to take care of her overtime.

Walden would eventually fall for Julianne and Isabella and get married to Julie after adopting Ophelia, but also eventually falling for his Assistant.

After Ophelia’s death, Walden would be devastated and try to revive her like the original old storyline, but with a cost of his assistant’s life, which would lead to Julieanne divorcing him.

Walden never went completely insane because he gave up, Isabella and Weather being there for him, and he didn’t want to take any risk losing them too.

Extra Notes:

-Ophelia and Weather were sisters. Weather would be 3 years old when Walden was 35, and Ophelia would be 7 years old, which would make Ophelia 4 years older than Weather. ( I’m not sure what her age was in the old story of Dodozoi, but she always seemed around 5-8 years old to me ).

-Walden would grow to be overprotective of Weather though, and if not overprotective, most likely to be controlling.

-Motthaeus knew about this and eventually tried to find ways how to escape the factory, wanting Weather to grow up in a normal life away from Walden and the dangerous areas of the factory.

-Walden killed Motthy, leading up to Isabella getting angry at him and breaking up with him. ( The only reason why he hasn’t killed her too was because it would have devastated Weather, along with Walden not being able to balance his work and taking care of her alone ).

( Bro literally killed the dude cuz’ he didn’t want his kid taken away. . . . again ).

-It took a lot of time for Isabella to have been okay for Walden and Weather to see each other again, even though they were broken up, Walden would still have some fondness over Isabella that would make him want to get back together, doing anything he can without being too pushy— whilst Isabella would be hesitant and often give him the cold shoulder.

-Blah, blah, blah, and that’s all I can give you. ✨🧍🏻✨

[intherainbowfactory]

No Escape from the Rainbow Factory, chapter 1 full

“...All together now, Wonder group, what is the motto of the Rainbow Factory?”

“IN THE RAINBOW FACTORY, YOUR DREAMS AND HOPES COME TRUE!” a dozen young voices shouted at once.

The guest presenter had to take a moment to check his hearing still worked, while Ms. Cheerilee held a hoof to her mouth to block out a giggle. “No windows broken? Good! Because THAT’S the kind of enthusiasm I need to hear! I only wish some of my co-workers could be so cheerful. Well,” he adopted a mock thoughtful expression, “I suppose if some of you came to work for the Rainbow Factory now…”

“Rainbow Dust!” Ms. Cheerilee chided with a grin.

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out!” Now a few groans could be heard from the foals (“Gag me with a silver spoon!”), with Sweetie Belle taking the lead in volume, and those mean fillies Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon miming gagging to each other. “What? What?” Rainbow Dust declared in his best impersonation of a baffled old granny mare. Then he gave a little smirk before pulling a serious face and stating, “It’s probably for the best that you don’t like old ground-up cliches (most foals were confused when he said this) like that, since”, he sighed, “I have to leave now.”

“Ah, c’mon!” Snips whined, “Why do ya gotta go?”

“Yeah!” Rumble joined in, “Tell us another story!”

After the roar of assent that shook the room, it took Cheerilee a couple moments and a classic teacher counting diversion to get the class on track and keep them from rioting.

Rainbow Dust had a twinkle in his eye and another winning smirk. “No. Stop. Agh. I want to go to work.”

Apple Bloom piped up, “Ah, horsefeathers. (“Language!” Cheerilee admonished) Ahm sorry, Ms. Cheerilee, but,” she sat up and put her hooves up, “t’ain’t no way he would wanna go back ta workin’ insteada hangin’ out with us,” she focused her classic puppy-dog stare on Rainbow Dust, “wouldn’t y’all?”

At that Rainbow Dust just gave a reserved grin and a not unkind look to the little yellow-and-redhead. “Well, I guess I can answer a couple of questions from my Wonder group before I fly off…” Cheerilee agreed, and the class went into a romping cheer before calmly sitting back down.

“Okay, who’s first?”

About everyone’s hoof was in the air.

Scootaloo’s was waving more energetically than anyone else’s.

“Alright… you, there, sir!” He pointed.

“Yay!” It was Snips, who asked a question and got an answer that Scootaloo didn’t hear, since she was waiting for the best moment to get to raise her hoof first.

Rainbow Dust took a look out the window at the sun’s direction, and back at his sundial. “Alright, I’ve only got time for one more question…”

“Ooh! Ooh! Pick me!” Scootaloo was waving both hooves in the air and fluttering her wings, gaining a hover. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon sniggered at this, while Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle giggled goodnaturedly.

“Alright, calm down, missy. What do you want to know?” He was amused by the display.

“Ooh! Oh. Uh…” Think, Scootaloo, think! “What’re rainbows made out of?”

Cheerilee’s jaw dropped, while Diamond Tiara was still sniggering. Nopony saw the look that Silver Spoon pulled at Scootaloo.

Rainbow Dust flew over and put his hoof on Scoot’s muzzle. Now, before this point, almost everypony’s gaze was directed straight at where Rainbow Dust stood, so they didn’t get the time or chance to see the look on his face as he flew over, quicker than a young foal’s reflexes. Even Scootaloo was too distracted mentally kicking herself over forgetting her many questions to notice the emotions crossing his face.

But Silver Spoon saw.

He gave Scootaloo a sly smile as he booped her nose and she scrunched her muzzle in shock. “Now, that’s a trade secret, little lady! I couldn’t say, or I might get fired (“Aww…..”). But don’t be discouraged! Work hard and pass your flight exam, and you can work for our wonderful feathermilitary Factory too! I’m counting on you, chief!” And Scootaloo could tell he meant it! Scootaloo was in awe! He talked to her! Maybe she’d have to take him up on that offer…!

Rainbow Dust flew back to the front of the classroom where a blushing Ms. Cheerilee stood. They exchanged a few whispers that were lost in the bustle of the class, after which Ms. Cheerilee looked as eager to teach as she usually was.

Rainbow Dust stated, “Well, that’s about it for today—and yer takes what yer gets!” he added to the increasing pleading from everypony in the room.

“Say thanks to our guest speaker today, class!”

“THANK YOU!” they shouted, twice as loud now.

“This is the only thing that keeps me going in this job,” Rainbow Dust admitted to Cheerilee with a warm, peaceful smile.

“I know just what you mean,” Cheerilee confessed, “My cousin works in the Rainbow Factory, as a—” Cheerilee gulped, “well, I get it.”

He looked at her. “Yeah… hey, I gotta get going. I’ll go grab my stuff!” He pranced out of the room with a twinkle in his eye and a shine dancing through his teeth. 

“How does he do that?!” Sweetie Belle pouted. She tried to 

“Weren’t ya listenin’? MAGICAL RAINBOWS!” Apple Bloom responded. 

Scootaloo was engrossed in a day-dream of her being the most awesome Rainbow Pourer who was so good she made an eighth color appear in the rainbows and was made into the owner, so she didn’t say anything.

“Alright class, break for lunch!”

After taking part in the mad stampede of foals out of the schoolhouse, the Cutie Mark Crusaders sat at one of the bench tables in the shade.

Sweetie Belle asked, "Wasn't that pretty cool, Scoots?" Scootaloo was looking off in the distance with her chin grinding on her hooves. Off in a world of her own.

"Air control to Scootaloo! ("Huh?")" Sweetie Belle opened up her fashionable lunchbox and tore off the lid of a yogurt cup with telekinesis. "Sheesh! I knew that would wake you up," she smiled as she shot the yogurt into her mouth magically, making a big mess around her. 

Scootaloo wasn't affected, since she expected Sweetie Belle to do that (show-off!) and could duck down in her seat across from Sweetie Belle to shield herself from the blast. Apple Bloom, however, was seated on Sweetie Belle's right and preoccupied with her construction worker-grade lunchbox, and took the full force of the yogurt explosion.

She licked her lips. "Mm-mm! Purple huckleberries! My favorite!" They all giggled at that...

... Something feels wrong. Oh, yeah!

Scootaloo cocked an eyebrow at Sweets. "Wait, what's 'air control'? Some type of pegasus force?"

"Yer not all wrong," Apple Bloom stated in bemusement, huckleberry still on most of her face. Sweetie Belle wiped off her own face with a red fabric handkerchief and offered it to Scootaloo, but she waved it off since her own orange coat was untouched. 

Sweetie Belle took on a poised pose with her hoof raised, eyes closed, and smile present before kindly explaining to her friend, "That guy that was in there from the Rainbow Factory talked about it when he answered Snips's question. From the top of the spiraling tower in the middle of the Rainbow Factory, they direct the pegasuses ("Pegasi!" Apple Bloom interjected, coat now clean and naturally yellow with some help from the ornate green handkerchief Sweetie Belle floated over to her as well. "Whatever...") They direct the pegasi to fly the rainbows out all over the world super fast to make people happy and make peace and harmony," she concluded magnanimously.

"Ahh, mare! I totally should have paid more attention to that part..."

"What were y'all doin'? Playin' with yer tail?" Apple Bloom drawled with an innocently knowing look.

"Heh heh... Just spacin' off, y'know?" Scootaloo replied with an embarrassed grin and an uncomfortable shoulder shrug.

"Aw, horseapples, Scoots. You were daydreaming of bein’ a worker in the Rainbow Factory,” Apple Bloom stated very matter-of-factly.

Scootaloo’s ears twitched in embarrassment and her wings fluttered her into the air briefly as she whined, “Nuh uh! I’m gonna be the owner!” Her friends looked up at her skeptically for a moment as she hovered there for a little bit. She realized where she was and fell onto her seat. “—I mean, no I’m not…”

Bloom giggled, and Scootaloo glared at her.

Apple Bloom threw out her forelegs in defense. ”What? We-all already know y'love rainbows! Ah mean, ya practically mob Rainbow Dash ta ask fer auto-graphs every time ya see her!" Button Mash, who happened to be walking by and heard this, stopped and snorted at Scootaloo.

Scootaloo whined, "Dude, c'mon you can't embarrass me like this!” She glared at Mash, who gave a nonchalant whistle and trotted away. "I mean, at least I'm not the one who explodes a cup of yogurt every day at lunch now for like, what," she turned to Sweetie Belle, "five days?"

"Ah yeah! What'n tarnation'rya even thinking doin' that all the time???" Apple Bloom squeaked. Sweetie Belle was looking absently at her muffin, wondering if Rainbow Dash was related to Rainbow Dust.

Apple Bloom headbutted Sweets’ withers and said, "Earth control ta' Sweetie Belle!"

"Huh? Oh, heh!” Sweetie Belle had a smug look on her face. “Rarity’s been teaching me to move stuff around for a couple weeks now. Apparently, when ponies get to be our age, their magic starts really coming into their own. ("Their own what?") Unicorns get magic magic, earth ponies get... earth magic, and pegasi get, y'know, air magic."

"Ooh! Ah got that talk from Applejack, too! Lemme show y’all what Ah learned!" Apple Bloom held up her lunchbox from earlier. Opening it up, there was a little sapling inside, nestled in too much dirt for a food receptacle. It was kind of leafy, but kind of gray, and a little cracked and dry.

"What?" the others chorused. Scootaloo followed the thread first. "Was that just in there without sunlight for the whole day? They're not meant to do that..."

Apple Bloom shrugged. "Well, Ah know Ah could take care of it through the day. Applejack told me, and showed me, that Ah could use mah earth pony magic to grow apples from trees! So Ah got this one to practice on here! Ah kinda like how it survives and thrives away from the world… Oh, yeah,” she added, “please don't tell mah family!” She pleaded, “They wouldn't like it!"

“‘Kay, ‘kay,” Sweets agreed.

Scootaloo was thinking about her own magic. She thought about her parents.

... She was starting to feel uneasy. Just where do I fit in here, anyway...? What right do I have to be here?

Scootaloo decided right then and there that she would get cool magic someday, too! She turned to Apple Bloom and spoke her mind. "I'm gonna get cool magic of my own someday, too! Oh yeah, first, let's see you make that apple grow, mare!" she shouted.

"Boy howdy! Let's get to it! Alright, let’s see if this works,” she added under her breath. Apple Bloom gently pushed her hooves into the dirt around the sapling and took deep, rhythmic breaths. Five seconds in, five seconds held, five seconds out, five seconds held. Over and over. 

After the other fillies were starting to grow bored, some movement perked up in the modest leafy sapling.

"Oooooh!" Sweetie Belle sung. "It's blooming! There’s a bloom, Bloom!" The bow-haired filly nodded her head vigorously for a moment, continuing to massage the earth and breathe in her routine. "There's a flower blooming at the tip!" And there was, and it was starting to weigh down the little sap. 

… Poor, poor tree. Scootaloo couldn't shake the feeling that this was hurting the tree, like Apple Bloom should have just left the sapling home and left it to its own devices. It’s not right, she thought, it’s not…

She couldn't watch. Her ears flattened to her skull. She hid the sapling from her eyes with her hooves.

Sweetie Belle squeaked, "Something's growing!" Something’s wrong. Something’s going very, very wrong. Her natural pegasus instincts were just screaming at her, making her feel like the world was spinning before she closed her eyes and tried to stop the gagging sensation of almost throwing up from overwhelming her. She felt like bigger things than her—bigger than Equestria, actually, were rushing around her head in circles among the oppressive breeze, pounding at her head.

After what seemed like minutes of this, she heard Sweetie Belle exclaim, "WOW! Just look at it, Scoots!"

"Huh, ah wasn't 'spectin' that..."

Scootaloo peeked out from behind her hooves, a cold shiver wracking her body and a faintness starting to come to her. The nausea and the sensation of phantoms dancing around her skull had suddenly stopped, but the sensation wouldn’t end. Her shakiness and instinctual fear still escaped the attention of her friends.

"It's blue!" Sweets exclaimed.

A blue apple was weighing down the sapling. Sweetie Belle snatched it from the tree (gently!) and took a bite. "Mmmm! It tastes pretty good, Bloom!"

"Well, it's kinda a bad omen in th’ Apple family for an apple ta turn out blue, but there have been a coupla cases of this kinda thing’n Cousin Gene’s farm a few years back, where—" 

Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes and stuffed the apple in Bloom’s mouth, who took a bite, and said, "Huh! Kinda sweet! (Not as sweet as the ---- apple, but... ...)"

Sweets swallowed her bite and just then noticed Scoots, whose head was on the table with her hooves on her muzzle, shaking. “Hey,” she nickered worriedly, “are you okay?”

Scootaloo’s ears started twitching again. She peeked an eye out from behind her hoof and meekly said, “O-oh, I’m j-just feeling a little… sick. T-that’s it,” right before she quickly hid behind her hoof again and shuddered.

Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle exchanged worried glances, mentally coming to the same conclusions. This was one of Scootaloo’s panic attacks. They knew that this was a part of being friends with a growing pegasus by now, that the young fliers could be set off by a sudden unplanned change of air pressure around them or some weather thing that only a pegasus could feel, and that they could be a bit mood-swingy sometimes, just like Sweetie Belle’s drama-fiend sister.

They might have not known why Scootaloo was panicking, but they knew they had to help out as much as equinely possible.

Apple Bloom reached across the table, which was not an easy feat by any means, and nuzzled Scootaloo’s forelegs while grasping them in her hooves. The calming repetition of Bloom’s warm breath on her fur combined with the soft nuzzling served to soothe Scoot’s overpowering flight/flight/freeze instincts, and she stopped twitching her ears or shaking. 

However, her expression, which was now distinguishable as that of horror, was still hidden behind her forelegs, and her breathing now had a distinct shuddering quality to it.

Sweetie Belle stepped in now. She gently said, “Scoots…” 

Scootaloo flinched away from Apple Bloom, before returning to her softness.

Sweets said, firmly now, but not unkindly, “Scoots—Scootaloo. I might not understand what you’re going through, but I do understand that you’re having a bad time right now and need help. Do you want to talk about it?” She raised an eyebrow and tilted her muzzle at Scootaloo.

Seeing her friend shake her head in the negatory, she pushed her muffin across the table to touch Scootaloo, who peeked out from behind her hooves, eventually broke down her defenses with a sigh, and popped it in her mouth. It was her favorite flavor, blueberry. Apple Bloom rested her head on the table, looking up at Scootaloo with a big smile across her face.

“‘Bout time ya woke up from yer coma!”

Scootaloo glared behind her, appearing bemused but feeling as wing-achingly embarrassed as if she broke down crying in front of her friends. Nopony else seemed to have noticed her breakdown, which was good. Her ears twitched with the shame of it all.

Bloom grinned. “Now that looks more like th’ filly Ah know! Why—” she flashed her most innocent, most naive smile as she pointed at Scootaloo’s glare, “Ah mighta thought y’all were scared of mah earth magic earlier if not for this!”

Scootaloo shot up again. “What! Me? No, fluttering, way!” Sweetie Belle sighed in relief and exhaustion; the spell was broken.

Apple Bloom could just giggle. “Ya can talk tough,” she drawled and pushed the apple towards Scootaloo, “but can ya back it up? Ah promise mah apple’s not bad fer ya! After all, Ah tried it mahself!”

Scootaloo gulped as she hovered down to the table bench uncertainly. Then, she steeled her stare toward Bloom and took the apple in hoof. After all, she couldn’t very well be scared by a little old apple that her own friend made with her own hooves and sweat! She wouldn’t forgive herself if she did.

Scootaloo nibbled on it a little.

It tasted bitter.

[flying-jukebox-01]

Bob Dylan - Desolation Row👍🎶

They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the other is in his pants And the riot squad they're restless, they need somewhere to go As Lady and I look out tonight, from Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It takes one to know one, " she smiles And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style And in comes Romeo, he's moaning. "You Belong to Me I Believe" And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend, you'd better leave" And the only sound that's left after the ambulances go Is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row

Now the moon is almost hidden, the stars are beginning to hide The fortune telling lady has even taken all her things inside All except for Cain and Abel and the hunchback of Notre Dame

Everybody is making love or else expecting rain And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing, he's getting ready for the show He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row

Ophelia, she's 'neath the window for her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday she already is an old maid To her, death is quite romantic she wears an iron vest Her profession's her religion, her sin is her lifelessness And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow She spends her time peeking into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood with his memories in a trunk Passed this way an hour ago with his friend, a jealous monk Now he looked so immaculately frightful as he bummed a cigarette And he when off sniffing drainpipes and reciting the alphabet You would not think to look at him, but he was famous long ago For playing the electric violin on Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a leather cup But all his sexless patients, they're trying to blow it up Now his nurse, some local loser, she's in charge of the cyanide hole And she also keeps the cards that read, "Have Mercy on His Soul" They all play on the penny whistles, you can hear them blow If you lean your head out far enough from Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains, they're getting ready for the feast The Phantom of the Opera in a perfect image of a priest They are spoon feeding Casanova to get him to feel more assured Then they'll kill him with self-confidence after poisoning him with words And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls, "Get outta here if you don't know" Casanova is just being punished for going to Desolation Row"

At midnight all the agents and the superhuman crew Come out and round up everyone that knows more than they do Then they bring them to the factory where the heart-attack machine Is strapped across their shoulders and then the kerosene Is brought down from the castles by insurance men who go Check to see that nobody is escaping to Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune, the Titanic sails at dawn Everybody's shouting, "Which side are you on?!" And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot fighting in the captain's tower While calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen hold flowers Between the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids flow And nobody has to think too much about Desolation Row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday, about the time the doorknob broke When you asked me how I was doing, was that some kind of joke All these people that you mention, yes, I know them, they're quite lame I had to rearrange their faces and give them all another name Right now, I can't read too good, don't send me no more letters, no Not unless you mail them from Desolation Row

[rosey100]

Just thought I'd draw some roses 💐

Some Rose inspired by @kazzykatt 's aus

Wanted

Brair

23

🩶💣🐈‍⬛🌒

I closely based on Loona from Helluva Boss and Batgirl/Barbara but with a black market father who sold her and her parakeet for "a check up" and has never been adopted once growing up. By the time she runs away at 17, Bair survives whatever is needed to steal, sells scams, everything for money to even get some fries or a small place to stay till she makeshift a shed from an abandoned train. She adapted skills and knowledge to make it where if it were making distractions or trying not to get caught by anybody, whether they were a dog fighter or police she can a brothel paunch the light bulbs out of them easy and also has some special effects from the check up let just say no one can't make this up but nobody will believe it.

Her personality is mostly cold, and she can be a bit stubborn and harsh, but she is understanding, bold, outgoing, convincent, and sociable. She is a very smart (street smart) and calculated too. Brair mainly cut off, showing her emotions or physical even her weakness in life are off limits and her feelings are merely closed off to everyone who meets her but she might well threatening people if they give off her the wrong way.

Can things get more crazy for her life(the answer is yes) on her regular " business" routes to a factory to give someone "a simple pack", but things got too fresh with that and she had to go in the place to get the money she was going for leaving the client outside while going in with his lab coat. Managin to get caught by fixing her looks and going through the vents to get to the locker. After getting the money, she stumbled into an explosive sound of glass breaking and birds chirping? Not wanting to be nosey she kept walking towards the exit and go home but curiosity had other plans, peeping in the lab she started to see two dudes trashed the whole room beyond prepare and Brair was mostly known the situation too well on why. The site of motion of the two men usually motive that she heard about and her knowledge of the is entire area suspected of starting animal testing for their products it was no surprise why two people wanted for their crimes to come in the factory to make damage and let out some animals that were almost ready to be tested on. As fate had it she was caught by the two men and she didn't have any cover up leaving her expose to a whole, got even more worse when someone caught all of them ran out to call cops but got " knocked out ".Let's just say no one knew what to do except run the fu#k out of there as fast as possible (but now without a few animals or more), and before that, a security guard came in front of her asking why she was doing in the factory hall realized she had no disguise she was about to going to the head office while the bros were almost free til the guard grab her wrist, turned around and saw them mid of escape. When he was about to alert the cops, the guy lost consciousness as Brair's teeth slowly vemon enough to tranquilize him, as all three of them ran out while throw another ball of dynamic on the roof for a distraction.

Apocalipsis

Rosa

18 ?

🦴🧫⚔️🐦‍🔥

She is the first child who came to the chew somehow at 3 y/o alive of terror and chaos. The group was not in the most likely position to even be able to look after themselves, let alone an three year old nearly covered in bl00d that is not her own( Mero almost thought of dangled her off the roof but decided to not go with it calling her Edge for awhile before changing her name 🫣) but kept her knowing the Threats outside the Tortuga so far she was kept in a room for safety measures. Rosa may have been grateful for the hospitality spake that she would leave if she had anywhere to go anyway, and that when everyone else knew things definitely changed.

Life may not be sunshine and rainbows, but she can picture a good glimpse of the life that could be. Some may think she is a defenseless wallflower jokes on them she's a beast and a wild and dangerous one at moments of disaster comes at the door, one time in particular when she was playing with some rocks and a hyena came in the room seamlessly fear wasn't coming into mind was is gruesome, by the time Mero come in to see a red splatter room and a little girl holding out a detach head in front of them bl00d covered mouth.. chewing whatever face it had (no amount was wasted that day).

Ro is pretty smart and observative even at a young age but mostly less humanly emotionally than the chew suspected that she would be growing up, though it could be the isolation and the small notion of the chew (besides Collin)tolerance of just keeping her alive. Maybe she's a small bit they had to deal with or was a bitter reminder of the past either way she knows all too well about faces, meaning that knowledge every single feature is clear to her without even a word and she can prevent any attacks from any animal even without falls through it took a lot of practice and scratches.

Xverse

Aose

20

👩🏽‍🎨⛓️‍💥🪆🪢

She was a new art school sophomore student who was bubbly, full of ambition ( I got inspired by Harley Quinn and characters like her)and who mightily have known she'd been followed by who came in her dorm that night. She had calls last at night, random creepy notes on her desk, dead flower buds at her door, and by then, it had gotten worse as she'd grown a bit more paranoid before the day happened

She has burd and badly missing memories about the night she was kidnapped. She's kind of has half of memories of her fighting off someone to the ground, but something hit her head, and nowadays, it was just a rain cloud painting, a broken bottle, and yellow eyes? Her mind is still in a blur due to that night and nothing else. In one incident, a test was performed in where she was injected with something, and she was in room full with endless supplies of medications. She was more concerned with what the results of the injection than whatever medicinal effects it could cause. It didn't really help when her body (she was unconscious) laying on the floor shaking when she came to half of her facial and physical form was unrecognizable and that,she looked down at her hands now in chains and hread a voice say "it was for her own good". Enraged with everything that happened, she started at whaling and screaming in on the top of her lungs. Asking what happened to deserve this? She started hitting the walls even if her hands were blooded, but they didn't, then someone came in-and-in a fit of rage. Sheet, you didn't know what happened. But for everyone else, all they saw was the dead body. At least her hands were somewhat free, but her mental state cracked, and since then, she always had a smile on her face.

The effects of the medicines mix in her did much more to a physical form, but a somewhat form, she started to become more aggressive and feisty when five stronger people have to force her to the task room, become more faster on her own two feet even if she ran on broken glass or lava, annihilated a whole steel table in minutes using one hand and her hearing is Is almost third percent of naturally hearing in a more normal human way and because of the incident she grew more tolerant any pain since.

Trottamundoss

Rosita

25?

🪷🎀❤️‍🔥🩰

For what I can say about her: she's mixed with Pinkie pie's personality, golden retriever vides, and a dash of calm blanket of 60's flower power in a large bowl and I throw it in a garden bed ( but sprinkling some thorns in the mix so) and the rest is sun baked for a while. Mostly sweet, bubbly, fun-loving, graceful, cheerful, and smiling girl with a heart of gold 💛

What I think she likes is that it's basically enjoying sunny days, music, friendly company, walks in parks, blowing bubbles, playing with the critters, dancing in the field, etc. ( Gosh, bless her, I made a fu#king deer). I also think that since she likes a big pile of wholesome, Rosita is very good at 🥁 air flying (yes believe it) where she can find a high place dropped herself off and she can just float in the air kinda like a dandelion but without the process of dying just float for long time till she finds a place to lands on

Defenseless as she is for a lot of would take their chances for the kill, but don't think she's knows her opponents will do, that why this little ray of sunshine can burn you when she exposes her bristles that gives a temporarily painful experience for anyone who came to harm her or anyone who seems to be in danger. There's something else she can bo where if she's surrounded , she could spin round liking one of those ballet moves and could just throw up thorns from all of her hair and body and we strike people down like a russian ballet dan throw loose throwing stars at the same time dancing, Also turns into a pack of flowers. FYI

Space

Rosaclipse

12

🪐🌠🩷🤓

Something happened... something weird happened the day she was born, a long solar eclipse happened and let just say no one survived except her a small, crying, defenseless slime baby who was just hungry and had no idea what happened(or at least that what was said), No one know what happened, whether it was a monster that came in or at a sessionation assassination or anything if for some reason, they left her alone and alive for what . Basically, with bodies who they might believe were her parents. But no one knows since no one couldn't tell since everything was covering like some weird acid. But did not come from her as a baby.. Luckily, she would be in good hands after a long time looking for a good home and have no knowledge of her past, but figured that good for her.

She has been a working experience for almost anyone who's currently knows her, at most shy, fearful, very docile, but is smart,kindhearted, and free spirit. It was between trust and people in general for her. Basically, just being nervous about strangers and having to talk about her to caretakers was hard before she warmed up to them, but that aside is just a sweet, loving star hiding behind the clouds. Ro is also really smart, like her IQ sore would be higher for even university professors to quit and let her take their jobs saying fu#k it.

Ro could do more than just floating all over the place, and being a smart cookie, she actually runs super fast though not much light speed fast but it's hardly anything can catch her so that good right. Also she gives off electricity her can subtract thousands of debris and other times where if you shake her a bit she glow 100% natural light from her own body just like that nobody knew till they found her upside down on the floor just shining bright 🌟. She has been doing well at teleconesis she a little shy about showing that, but she is good at it

Wild school

Rosalie

21

🐺🎆🕵🏽‍♀️🏍

She's Jade from Victorious, but softer and "secretly" a sweet pea holding a "Don't try me B!cth til I have my coffee " coffee mug with a small breeze of Belle from Beauty and the Beast (but not in the whole stockholm syndrome thing ) so she can be a bookworm as well.

It is no surprise that her background is a mystery. Besides, she was just transferred to the principal's understandings, but there are times when rumors may progress in the mix is almost a theory, and Ro could never care less than a ferrell cat in the middle of fu*king traffic😑. Besides, it's not like she's there for "something else" or something magical, just some good ol' learning is all

Rosalie isn't really social, it can be on for mostly any type of gathering or parties, that she would be forced to go to but as long as you don't underestimate her or judge her for anything( She checked a whole gallop mix of Spite and cocktail mix while filling knives for darts all in the center at the same time for being call a whimp of a female and no one can't say sh!t to her without being out did 🎯 no joke ) you think on the top of your head. Her own willpower can be quite terrifying, especially when her really knows what the situation she could be in, whether it's deadly round house kick a door down closed by some bratty girls or kicking some jeck's ego down on a flirting attempt while Tempting her for a few drinks plus she can read body language real good and surprisingly excellent fighting skills.

[coochiequeens]

An old article but relevant with some moid musician turned activist attacking women on the basis that sometimes their views line up with conservatives

https://unherd.com/2023/10/does-billy-bragg-have-a-woman-problem/

Julie Bindel OCTOBER 3, 2023   

Louise Distras was once a darling of the anti-establishment Left. An underground punk singer whose hits include “Dreams From the Factory Floor”, this working-class woman is unafraid to speak her mind. Five years ago, she was being invited onstage by Billy Bragg, the folk singer and progressive activist — but since then, a lot has changed. Recently, Bragg has publicly and repeatedly condemned Distras, because she had done what she has always done: speak out against misogyny. This time, though, she was criticising the backlash against women who refuse to recite the “trans women are women” mantra.

Distras has been expressing concern about gender ideology in private since late 2021, but the first time she went public with her opinions was in May of this year. “I’m a woman, and a woman is an adult human female,” she said in an interview with Louder than War, a music website. “I’m a woman that’s experienced domestic abuse.” She later made comments, on Twitter, about how women are silenced for questioning gender ideology: “No amount of rainbows and ‘kindness’ can hide the authoritarianism and misogyny and homophobia that’s on display here, especially in the arts.”

Born in Wakefield in 1987, Distras ran away from home in her teens and, she told me, “stayed with a lot of dangerous people who took advantage of me”. She turned to song writing as a form of escape. Her bravery is remarkable. But as soon as her straightforward resistance to gender ideology became known, she was met with horrendous abuse. Distras has been called every name under the sun, including anti-trans, Nazi, scum, prostitute, grifter, child serial killer, and witch. She soon realised that she had been “marked for life” as a “disgusting terf” — that no redemption would ever be possible. She was told she deserves to be chucked out of the music industry. Her booking agency has said that her attitude towards transwomen could “have detrimental effects on [her] musical career”. Radio stations have stopped playing her songs and venues cancelled her gigs. “If I go back to the industry as it stands,” she says, “if someone had the balls to book me for a gig, I would likely be physically attacked. It’s not safe.”

Having been rejected by the majority of her contacts in the music industry, Distras decided she might as well use her voice to speak out. Alongside five other women, her testimony featured in the Daily Mail about the experience of being ostracised for daring to question gender ideology. One of the first derogatory reactions was from Bragg. “What??”, he tweeted, linking to the feature, which included a photograph of Distras — who usually wears black and leather on stage — wearing a formal dress. “Louise Distras hates trans people so much that she’s willing to dress in a style acceptable to Daily Mail readers in order to have a go at them. What does this have to do with feminism Louise? Or punk rock?”

Bragg fancies himself a bit of a trans ally. And prides himself on being an all-round anti-sexist bloke. In 2014, he posed with a sign, “I pledge never to commit, condone, or remain silent about men’s violence against women in all its forms,” as part of the White Ribbon campaign.

Back in the early days of her career, Bragg championed Distras as one of a “new breed” of singers, tweeting in 2013 that her song Love Me The Way I Am should be our next Eurovision entry. Another of her songs, The Hand You Hold, is about how what women say and do should matter more than how we look, and she tells me that “Billy for some reason loved that song and that’s why he invited me to go play on his stage” — which she did that year, at Glastonbury, and again in 2017. “So for him to now take a pop at me and start criticising what I look like instead of actually listening to what I have to say means he is the biggest hypocrite.”

But it is not only men who have gone after Distras. In a recent interview with Kerrang!, Phoebe Lunny of the Lambrini Girls reacted to Distras speaking out against trans ideology and the silencing of women: “I will scrap any Terf, any day, in person, with my fists.” In a tweet, Distras pointed to the hypocrisy of claiming to be progressive while “inciting violence against women”. She also condemned Kerrang! for publishing the remarks, saying she is “ashamed my face was printed on its pages. Vile!”

Spoken word poet Amelia Vandergast also responded angrily to Distras’s public statements about being cancelled by trans activists. In a feature entitled, “Wipe away the terf tears: freedom of expression was never permission to perpetuate hate in the music industry”, published in A&R Factory website, she wrote:

“In the recent Daily Mail article, which attempted to portray women as the victims of their transphobic hate, Louise Distras bemoaned the journalists, radio stations, and her booking agency who rightly refuse to have anything to do with her for the self-piteous bile spewed across her social media platforms (anyone got a tiny little violin I can borrow?)”

For Distras, the hypocrisy within the so-called radical music scene is appalling. While the misogyny of trans activists is ignored, women are viciously attacked for daring to defend their sex-based rights. She is one of a growing list of female artists criticising cancel culture — a phenomenon of which Bragg denies the existence.

But Bragg has form. He has dismissed feminist concerns about self-identification and argued that, owing to our incompatible “hardware”, lesbians are biologically ill-equipped for sex with other women and should therefore understand the plight of men claiming to be female. When Maya Forstater was harassed by trans activists in the street, Bragg suggested that she could not possibly have been scared or upset, because she appeared to be smiling. This is a classic sexist trope. Too often, women are told by men to “Give us a smile” when we complain about being sexually harassed by them, and yet women are informed we must have enjoyed the harassment if we attempt to laugh it off.

“I think he’s a misogynist,” Distras says, of Bragg. “I think it’s just plain to see for everybody and the way he is — the way that so many men are in the music industry.” She talks about how uncomfortable she has felt with him, describing him as “creepy”. “He’s everything he says he’s not. His words and his actions just don’t match up for me… The way he goes after women over the trans issue has made it really clear to me that he’s just a misogynist, and that he just doesn’t care about women”. She says what many feminists have said of many men in recent years: “The trans thing is just an excuse for him to bully women with impunity and do it publicly and get applauded for it.”

Bragg also showed no sympathy for Róisín Murphy, another female singer-songwriter who has faced the wrath of trans activists. After a private Facebook conversation in which she criticised the policy of giving children puberty blockers was leaked, she was admonished by Bragg for holding the wrong opinion. “Them’s the breaks,” Bragg tweeted when it was suggested that Murphy was being punished by having BBC coverage and concerts cancelled. “Think before you post is my advice, especially on issues that are contentious.” This is cowardice.

Distras strongly feels that the music industry used to be about “freedom of expression and freedom of speech”, but is currently in thrall to gender ideology and “totally monotheistic”. “There’s an urgent need to build a new one, with a proper counterculture that isn’t dominated by misogynists like Billy Bragg, where women have actually got a proper say,” she says, telling me she has had numerous messages from female musicians who are too scared to speak out — especially after seeing what happened to Murphy. “It’s well established that violence towards women is a massive problem in the music industry,” says Distras, “and here they are inciting more violence, and the rest of the music industry just applauds them for it and tells them they are stunning and brave.”

“We need more musicians to come forward courageously and without apology. There’s been so much support for me, and there will be for the other women. And the more of us that stand up, the more these men like Billy Bragg will not be so dominant.”

[boundingcanine]

my first ever ponysona, iPad soundwave … i redrew her. This isn’t finished btw lol , her main coat color was green and she was half robot and escaped from the rainbow factory

i was an internet child alright.

I made her in 2012-2013.. WHO NAMES THEIR OC IPAD SOUNDWAVE?

HERE WAS HER FIRST ART PIECE.